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astralis-ortus · 20 days

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ways to say 'i love you'

✱ a bang chan headcanon

— an awkward phrase for him, so he resorts to showing his affection instead.

w.count → 0.6k genre → fluff. pure fluff because i miss him :( warnings → very minor cussing (is saying ass includes as cussing?), just very domestic chan thingy a.n → again, i'm in my 'missing chan' hours and writing this at 2 in the morning was hopefully enough to lessen some of that feeling (it was not)(also this is absolutely not proofread)(who has the right mind to proofread at 2am AND after a crying sesh?)

chan’s a busy man—but it was never a problem for him to make time for you.

be it on the days where his schedules were dictated down to the second, or even worse—when he’s constantly away, for weeks on end, performing in cities where your days were the exact opposites of his nights, he would always make it a point that you know the thought of you never once leaves his mind.

captioned ‘was going on a stroll and came across this park, heh’ as he sent you a picture of him going on a swing, or ‘look at this giant ass churro!! hahah you’d definitely love it here’ when he went to an amusent park with his members on his day off, thousands of miles away from you. your gallery easily surpasses the tens of thousands count, and it’s all from the way chan remembers you in his mundane, everyday life.

chan would also make a connection between you and the small things around him.

his chunky chrome hearts beanie? yeah, it’s the one you said turned him into the wolfchan plushy he gifted you. his earbuds? oh, you stuck a glittery star shaped sticker on the case so you wouldn’t take the wrong one. his laptop? it still made him giggle when he remembered how panicked you were when he told you the thing wouldn’t turn on, only for him to then realize he just forgot to charge it (and he had to appease you from leaving him on read by promising to call as soon as his rehearsal ends).

even when everything is technically his, chan couldn’t help but leave traces of you in his memories of those things—because for him, everything is better with a touch of you in it.

chan loves taking care of you, but he can’t decide if he loves it more when you’re the one taking care of him.

don’t get him wrong—he’d still try very hard to be the dependable one in your relationship. it’s in his blood, he can’t help it... but what power does he have when you adorably said that you’ve been learning on how to take care of his curls, and how you wanted to try the products that just came in the mail earlier in the day. he’d have no choice but to obediently sit between your legs, taking glances of your furrowed brows through the mirror across while your fingers were busy making sure his hair finally turned into the glorious curls you’ve always longed it to be.

if by letting you take care of him made your eyes turn into the brightest constellation of stars he’s ever seen in his life, then he will forever allow you to take care of him.

also, let’s not forget how chan loves his dose of physical touch.

constantly being away never made the trips any easier for him. if any, the periods of actually being with you made it harder for him to ever leave. imagine going from constantly having your gentle body heat around him, to not having them for an extended period of time? lord, chan would give anything just to be able to feel the way your fingers absentmindedly trace figures on his palm while you were reading your books away, like that one night when you stubbornly decided to accompany his all-nighter attempt at his studio.

chan direly needs your touch—he direly needs you.

and after everything you’ve done for him,

after everything you’ve went through,

chan finally realizes that there’s one sure way to let you know that he loves you.

so the next time you sleepily said you think you’re going to bed,

or when you text him a random meme along with an ‘i miss you’ text on a regular thursday evening,

he’d make sure he didn’t forget to tell you the line

“i love you.”

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permanently-stressed · 19 days

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dexiana angst? 👀

OKAY FIRST OF ALL I LOVE YOU ANON

Second,

Biana has isolationist tendencies and when her crush on Dex dawned on her she hid in her room, almost crying, because she was so afraid of the implications

Because when it came to Alvar's scandal... that wasn't her. And some people actually understood that. But if she were to enter a bad match. That was her. All eyes would be on her, and not in a good way.

When it came to the Fitzphie break up, she and Dex had a fight. He was on Sophie's side all the way and Biana was defending Fitz relentlessly

At some points she wasn't even sure if she was defending Fitz or making excuses as to why she couldn't confess to Dex

Dex had to pause for a moment and ask "... who are we talking about right now?"

Because to him it was just further proof that he and Biana weren't going to work out. She cares about the match too much, and he wouldn't play into the system.

He wonders if she's the same girl who ditched everything for the Black Swan not even a year ago

But the whole fight was very passive aggressive. It wasn't direct, there were no right answers, and that drove them both crazy.

Biana admits that she doesn't know much about what happen and they drop the discussion

It still comes up in her head a lot. And in his, too.

Biana wants to hate him for making her feel so conflicted but still knows that it isn't his fault.

Bonus Fluff Thing (because I'm awful at angst lol)

Dex confesses to her at Everglen. She doesn't know how to react but says "wait a minute" and SPRINTS to her room, gets her match packet, and says "do you have anything I could burn this with?"

#ALSO ANON WE SHOULD PROBABLY BE FRIENDS #kotlc #dex dizznee #biana vacker #dexiana #isa's asks #isa's headcanons

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lucabyte · 4 months

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Comfortable in New Skin

#wanted to give loop some like... vague clothes. since while they dont Need to be covered... accessorising is a human right #and boy do they need some of those. one can assume the only place theyd be getting clothes is isa though. so. ponder it #in stars and time #isat fanart #isat spoilers #isat loop #loop isat #isat #lucabyteart #SPOILERS TAG BECAUSE UM. CAPTION IS UNNEGOTIABLE. SOZ #anyway i do have Even More doodles on the way. primarily about loop. predictable. a lot of thoughts on the body horror of it all.#if you were to ask me. i think loops quote unquote skin is uncannily loose when pushed or pulled in any way #almost as if it were clothes covering the skin rather than skin itself. probably feels fuzzy and vague too. as for their head?#non-solid but in the way where theres a force pushing outwards. radiating you could say. yknow. vague. undefined. not quite real #but thats just my headcanon. tee hee

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isapirata · 4 months

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Kinks ⋆

nsfw

It’s pretty obvious he has a knife kink.

He likes marking you with bites and hickeys.

Along with that kink comes breath play which happens if you are being a brat or rude to him in bed.

Zoro is strong and can bring an army down, so when you two are in bed together, he prefers to be submissive and at your mercy. You are the only person who gets to see this side of him.

Sometimes he goes for CBT (cock ball torture) if he wants to spice it up.

Your voice gets him going in and out of the bedroom.

He likes to brat tame and spank you.

Zoro is a fan of lacy lingerie. It makes you look like a pretty present just for him.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro headcanons #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro smut #isa smut #ronoroa zoro headcanons

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jacarandaaaas · 5 months

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and on that note of knowing the cool sisters colors reflect the parent they’re closest with. Does this apply to warm family too?

all of them wear a shade of yellow except Dolores who only has yellow accents. Whilst red is still a warm color it’s also the brightest out of them. My sad theory is that this is something to do with Dolores being known as “isabelas shadow” so in order to stand out more from the yellows of the rest of her family dolores wears red to differentiate herself maybe? Red is also a color associated with romance which we know dolores longs for! red is passionate too! it’s a color that’s hard to miss and paired with the hair bow it makes it hard to overlook Dolores! The yellow accents and cream blouse still tie her back to her family but I think she just wants to stand out more so people stop associating her with being overlooked by isabela! that’s just my little hc though I’d be interested to hear other points on this because I don’t think Jared ever answered this?

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #dolores madrigal #encanto dolores #dolores encanto #warm family #encanto theory #encanto headcanons #encanto discussion #I really want to know why though #because isa only wears different colors from the rest of her family to show she’s closer with alma #I refuse to believe there isn’t a reason for this

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isasan347 · 9 months

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Wouldn’t it be really cool if Hyrules Hyrule had a museum dedicated to the hero of legend.

Because let’s be honest. Siblings or no siblings fable probably teases legend about the huge amount of magical items he has, some even multiple times. It’s ridiculous.

And they joke around that he could fill a museum with it and tadaa

Yea he can

#linked universe #legend linked universe #lu legend #loz #fable linked universe #a link to the past #a link between worlds #oracle of ages #oracle of seasons #triforce heroes #links awakening #the legend of zelda #isa rambles #Isabella’s silly headcanons

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metallicaislife · 6 months

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Okay but like Kirk with a clingy gf is my favorite

Like he seems like he wouldn’t love it, but he’s came to really love it.

Like he hopes that she’ll cling on to his arm while walking,

he brings her along on tour because he knows that it would be hard for her while he’s gone. It would be hard for him too

Every time he sits on the couch, his arms are wide open because he knows that she’ll get right into his arms for a cuddle.

If she doesn’t do these things, he gets so freaking pouty. Like looks at her as if she’s just abandoned him.

If she doesn’t get a hug or a kiss every time he sees her, she becomes pouty.

So they are always on eachother, not in a gross way, just in a loving way.

They end up falling asleep everywhere, cuddled up. Lars has a whole collection of photos of them asleep on the bus, plane, hotel, couch, studio, literally everywhere.

Eventually he just becomes as clingy as her, and it’s so obvious how much they love each other.

OMG ROSE YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!! I FREAKING LOVE THIS!!

at first Kirk would like be flustered a bit, and not in a rude way be like "uhhh can I have some personal space?" Just because he was not used to that much physical touch.

Then like you said, as he grew more accustomed to it, he would just like expect it!!

Sometimes in public he'll have a moment of panic bc he doesn't feel his gf holding on to him so he like looks around, and she's right behind him, "Why aren't you holding one to me?" He'll pout then mutter something about her getting lost if she isn't interlocking pinkies, holding hands, or holding onto his elbow.

OMG LARS ALBUMS ARE GOLD!!! Like not only does he have a gabjillion of these pics they are all in perfectly curated photo albums. He has his copies, but for their anniversary he makes copies to give to Kirk and his gf 🥹

James, Lars and Cliff have timed it, from the time Kirk's gf enters Metallimansion, sets her things down and is in Kirk's lap is less than 5 mins. Her record is 47 seconds. longer if they catch her before she makes it that far. They also have a game of seeing how long they can stall until she gets irritated bc she is touch starved and just needs her Kirk.

Moral of this, such a cute freaking concept and thank you for sending it!!!

like look at that guy, tell me he doesn't like all the sweetest snuggles!!

#isa asks #kirk hammett headcanons #love this #always send asks like this they make me happy :')#metallica imagines #metallica headcanons #metallica x reader #kirk hammett fluff #kirk hammett x reader

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bengallemon · 13 days

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(little experimental piece i did so i could figure out how i want to write isabeau, set some time pre-canon. technically au but its v ambiguous)

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It’s raining.

The clouds – cumulonimbus, specifically – are coating the sky, an endless torrent falling from them.

Thunder rumbles and lightning strikes at random intervals, sudden lights and sounds coming from all around yo- that’s incorrect. The stimuli comes from above, the reason it feels like it comes from all around you is because your feelings are all over the place and it’s screwing with how you’re perceiving everything that surrounds you.

…

you were never good with storms, were you?

sudden sounds that feel deafening to you, coming with no warning, no way to understand or predict or learn about it because you were too busy being caught in your anxiety.

sudden sounds that feel deafening to you, coming with no warning, no way to understand or predict or learn about it because the schoolkids around you never understood what space or volume was.

or depth and area and circumference and diameter and radius or anything else for that matter.

…

You’re at an inn tonight, thank Change. Being caught in a storm like this on the road would be hell. Well, being in a storm is hell either way, but at least you all got to a secure place of shelter. A place of warmth and comfort and a quiet-enough room you can hide away in and pretend like you’re doing anything but hiding from yourself and this stupid crabbing storm-

You don’t know exactly where you all are, currently. Aside from being in an inn, in a relatively large town. If memory serves you correct (it has to, what else do you have?) your party is…

Somewhere close to the coast, but a lot further down than where you’ve ever been. Even Madame Odile hasn’t been this far down the country, and she’s been all over. (you stayed in the same two crabbing spots in your life)

There’s mountains nearby, that much you know. In all honesty, the lower half of Vaugarde is mostly a mystery to you. You never really got into geography. (you were too busy dealing with yourself)

It might have been a good idea, considering you’re now wandering all about the country with no exact clue where you’re all going. But that doesn’t really matter now. (even though you were never going to say you know anything anyway)

…

BANG

You stumble, trip and fall face-first onto the bed you’re supposed to be sleeping in tonight.

Crabbing Change you’re a mess today

The thunder is always a surprise, a stupid damn surprise you’re never prepared for.

Your breaths are too shallow now

You slide off the bed onto the floor.

And cry.

And sigh.

You don’t know when the storm will end. Just that with every clap of thunder your heart stops and starts again, a cycle, an endless, repeating loop of panic and calm and panic and calm and panic and calm and panic and calmandpanicandcalmand-

There’s

something

against

your

cheek.

You think

it’s tears

you’re not supposed

to cry

but-

It’s leather. Cold, unnaturally icy to the touch. It settles against your cheeks and stays still. Firm. Gentle. Cold. You can barely feel anything else. Barely hear anything else.

You open your eyes. You don’t remember closing them.

Your heart is in your throat. You don’t even need to see to know who’s knelt down in front of you. Well, mostly standing, really. Only one of your companions wears leather gloves. Lightless, cool to the touch, roughened over untold years of travelling across more than Vaugarde, simple hand-stitching going around the edges, clearly done by an amateur.

Lightless eyes stare back at you. You’ve never seen them so close to you before. It feels like you’re lost in the night sky, tiny glimmers of something beckoning you further away from yourself, a visual siren’s song to the lost, promising a world away from your woes, red stars dancing in front of you-

It’s Sif staring at you.

Oh Change Sif is staring into your eyes HURRY BLINK LOOK AWAY-

You frantically blink and avert eye contact. You can’t speak. You can barely breathe with how hot your cheeks are getting, despite the leather still pressing against them. You can barely process that they’re speaking to you, static lost against your new flurry of emotions.

You jump and freeze again. Oh. More thunder, apparently. You stare at the hardwood floor you’re sitting on. A rich, dark brown. About the same colour as your eyes, even. How funny. You assume it must be very durable, considering it’s being used as flooring for a multi-story inn being hit with a monster of a storm.

Pretty deep brown, some panels a little lighter than others…

“It’s walnut.”

huh

You blink, looking back up at Sif, who’s blinking back at you. His hands are off your face. When did that happen? You blink again.

“The flooring of this inn’s walnut. Rich dark brown, pretty durable, pretty pricey… it lightens with age.”

17 words in a row from Siffrin? They were reasonably loud, too. Like, the normal volume for someone talking.

“The fact that certain panels in the flooring are lighter means they’re older than the other panels, meaning the darker ones were probably replaced.”

24 more words. Add on the 17 and 2 from before and that would be 33 words in the past minute.

You still can’t find any words. They’re standing fully now, looking on you from above, like an an- like a perfectly normal human being who just so happens to be above you currently, crabbing Change Isabeau-

Siffrin is staring at you, blinking. You blink back.

“… you feeling better?”

His voice is quiet again. It feels… musical, almost. A lyre being played in the surf, the tinkling of chimes in the salty air. The songs of the seabirds flying in, the people talking as they gather amongst the market stalls, looking over catches of fish and seafood, the shade away from the scorching sun.

Darkless hair weaved into waves, fluttering about in the coastal winds.

…

You’ve… never properly been to the coast. And you’ve never seen young people with darkless hair. That only happens with much older people.

“Isa.”

Oh right. Sif asked if you were feeling better.

You try to open your mouth and speak, but only a garbled mess of sound comes out. Your cheeks grow warmer, now with the embarrassment of fumbling your words in front of Siffrin. Good job, Isabeau. You’ve done a terrible job.

They turn to the side briefly, a gloved hand raising up to cover their mouth. A cough, maybe? It is cold and wet after all, and they were running through it for a little while before finding their current lodging.

He turns back to you and offers a hand.

“Get up and sit on the bed, at least. Hardwood floors aren’t that comfy.”

You get up. Your bones creak, even though you’re only twenty-four and in good shape. Insulting.

Siffrin does the maybe-cough thing again. You should check if they’re sick, later.

You sit on the bed. It’s comfortable. More comfortable than the walnut flooring. You can call it that, now that you know the wood. You should ask Sif about different types of wood sometime later, since they seem to know a bit about it.

You’re being poked again, in the shoulder this time. You’re tired. It takes a few seconds for you to register what is happening. It takes a few more seconds for you to turn your head, and even more to blink at Sif again.

They sigh, shadows dancing in their eyes.

“Lay down, Isa. Please.”

You blink and do as instructed. You’re… not sure what you’re feeling, aside from exhausted. You haven’t even done anything and you feel like you lifted a hundred kilograms thirty times. That would be a total of three thousand kilograms.

The pillows are cold and soft. You sink into them. You don’t move your legs. You will need to get up again soon, to go downstairs and eat with everyone else.

…

All of whom you’ve been avoiding since you got in.

That’s a problem for future Isabeau. Present Isabeau is currently enjoying the comfy bed he’s laying on, with heavy bones and eyes.

Out of the corner of your vision, you see Sif smile. It’s small, like flower petals in a clear pond of water. He says something you can’t exactly make out, and leaves the room.

Your eyes are heavy.

…

It’s raining. The lightless cumulonimbus clouds coat the sky, torrents raining down.

You’re warm.

It’s nice.

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trying to understand how i want to write isabeau. he's obviously a smart guy who did a lot of studying, and he has the best emotional intelligence of the party (mira is second), but considering he was such a shy kid i pulled on my experiences as "the shy kid" (i was just autistic and hated people) a little bit.

also headcanon that isa isnt too fond of storms because. loud noises. sudden lights. he likes to know things and he cant exactly know storms. odile is v similar to me in that way.

anyway. ill be back. maybe with more writing. later.

ko-fi for any who want to chuck a couple dollars my way

#lemon time #in stars and time #isat isabeau #not gonna tag siffrin considering this is isa centric. his show not sifs #my writing #also dont think theres any spoilers?????????? maybe if you squint real hard #im including colour in my aus and writing. because i love colour.#HOWEVER. the terms darkless and lightless stay. theyre cool.#anyway can you tell i spent my school years hating almost everyone. can you.#i think ill figure out more when i also write stuff from the others povs. ive got sifs down.#also bonus headcanon for the au: staring into siffrins eyes gives you vibes of the northern island. youll forget it quickly enough tho.#unless you write down what you sense (hint hint odile hint hint)

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rainbeom · 2 years

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TXT AS HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIENDS + PROMPOSALS <3

pairing : txt x reader

genre : fluff

wc : 862 !!

warnings : use of the nickname 'princess' (in the context of princess peach from mario)

song rec : you : regard, troye sivan, tate mcrae ; ps5 : salem ilese, txt

a/n : im in my txt feels so here this is <33 inspo credits : @lovesickgyu & peter k. (to all the boys i've loved before) & a juyeon pic <3 also please lmk how this is !! hope y'all like it sjsj.

yeonjun : the charming jock who everyone has heart eyes for, but he has eyes for you and only you. loves it when you stop by to watch his practices, and will score more goals to impress you. pouts if you don't kiss him after his practice because he's sweaty, but you give in anyway. shows you off to his teammates, and would get jealous if some of them let their eyes linger on you for longer than needed. will hundred percent rest his hand in the back packet of your jeans (if you're comfortable ofc). every point he scores during a match is dedicated to you, his love. kissing you breathlessly when his team wins the match, making your heart swell with pride. whistles to call his teammates, who have five basketballs in their hands, spelt " p r o m ?" and there are two goal posts, one with a 'yes <3' sign and one with 'no :('. fool the poor boy by acting like you're going to kick the ball towards the no goalpost, but end up doing it towards the yes goalpost, to see your beautiful boy break into a smile and his teammates erupt into cheers.

(other members below the cut !)

soobin : the shy nerd, with you being his first love, and books, his second. study sessions with him where he explains things to you, but you're simply lost in his eyes and his monotonous voice. gently snaps his fingers with the bunny-like smile permanently pasted on his face when you're around. strikes up a deal with you to kiss you every time you give a right answer to the question he asks while you two prepare for your test. your back pressed against his chest, as he reads out sentences of novels that describe just what he feels for you. gives you a book, and asks you to find highlighted words and make a sentence out of them; your heart beats out of your chest when the words sum upto form 'will you go to prom with me, my love?' and you throw yourself into his arms, nodding.

beomgyu : the avid gamer who has his eyes on the screen, a console in his hands, and you on his lap. no matter what game or level he’s playing, his free hand will always snake around to your waist, as he asks you about your day and everything that you did. of course, there are some ‘me or the ps5?’ moments, but he always chooses you, quickly muttering an apology and brushing your hair with his fingers. a firm believer that you’re his princess peach and he’s your mario. will greet you in the hallways, classroom and in front of the lockers with the slightest whisper, “hi, my pretty princess peach” that leaves your cheeks as flushed as a strawberry. leads you to a hill which has a signboard while you two are playing minecraft and asks you to flip it, revealing a 'go to prom with your mario?' as he looks at you nervously, chewing on his bottom lip. attacks you with kisses when you press the green button, signaling yes, as the fireworks go off in the game.

taehyun : the soulful musician for whom, lyrics flow like a spring but has difficulty in using words to express his love for you. so instead, he writes songs dedicated to you. everything about you mesmerizes him so much that he could go on penning down lyrics about you for hours. loves it when you two go to karaoke, where he sings all the cheesy romantic songs for you. calls you his muse, because inspiration strikes him only when he's with you. sings to you when you're too stressed to calm you down. will text you to come to the music room asap and when you enter, the entire orchestra launches into a peaceful musical piece; and he begins singing "last night on earth' by green day. two wide smiles on both of your faces once he's done with the first chorus, he begins with, 'y/n, honey, will you-' but he's cut off by you jumping and shouting 'yes!', much to his delight.

hueningkai : the notorious troublemaker who's a menace to everyone except you, the calm to his storm, his one and only anchor. caging you with his body in empty nooks and corners of the school because flustering you is his hobby. late night rides on his motorcycle, your arms wrapped tightly his waist, as if you'd never let him go. loves to tuck in your hair behind your hair, because to him in that moment, you're perfect, his everything. climbs ladders and walls to sneak into your room through your window, soft feet padding through the wooden floor of your room. impresses your parents by actually showing up at your door instead of your window, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 'prom, darling?' he asks, your nose scrunching up cutely at the nickname, and your parents yell 'yes' from behind as he pulls you into his arms and pictures of you two get snapped by your folks for 'memories'.

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astralis-ortus · 5 days

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this lifetime

✱ a bang chan headcanon

— in every dream and any reality, as long as you're by my side.

w.count → 0.3k genre → fluff. the kinda-mad-at-myself-for-writing-this type of fluff. warning → none! a.n → somehow ended up talking about this with a friend a couple nights ago and i can't help it. i'm a sucker for domestic chan fluff :( suffer with me, friends!! /j

you knew exactly what you signed up for when you said yes to your then-boyfriend’s question as he got down on one knee—and so far, in your 5 years of being married to chan, you have regretted nothing.

sure, both your and chan’s dream is to have your own home by the beach—one with a white picket fence, enough to keep your kids safe while still allowing them room to run around and play with your golden retriever puppy. a home, where you would build sandcastles with your youngest son while chan taught his older siblings how to surf, only to end up with a game of sharks where you and the youngest would finally join in. your family home, where you would spend everyday with chan as you grow old, watching each and every sunset, together.

yeah, that might be the dream—but you also didn’t mind living in apartment with chan; right in the middle of a bustling city where chan had built his entire life in.

your home might not be anywhere near the beach, but chan made sure he gets every single piece of furniture you wanted to fill every corner of your cozy, spacious apartment. your puppy might not be a golden retriever, but your cocker spaniel seemed to get along just perfect with your energetic toddlers, running around the playground while you and their baby sister watched the twins run their batteries dry. your routine with chan might not be watching the sunsets, but those late night movie dates in the living room after your kids fall asleep doesn’t sound any less appealing at all.

so, sure—your dreams and reality might not be on the same page. they might consistently be at war with each other, but hey; as long as you’re spending this lifetime of yours with chan,

there’s nothing you’d have to worry about.

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