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I think that we've got a chance, now that we've reached wonderland

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Summary: Where Komaeda deserves the best, especially on his birthday

Nagito Komaeda is a foreigner when it comes to receiving affection.

Komaeda has no problem wrapping his arms around your waist or pressing his lips to your cheek whenever he wants. He's thankful for you pampering him day to day. You provide him with all sorts of comfort. You like his affection. You make sure to remind him every day. You love him. Komaeda knows that; because each time you press your lips to his, he tastes the familiar warmth you always press onto him and the rosiness of your cheeks when you confessed to him.

He's worried about his luck affecting you.

He always does, yet you don't seem to be affected by his luck. It was as if you were the ultimate nullifier or something. Maybe you were; you were in his eyes after all. You were so pretty. He didn't even remember if you had an ultimate talent. You could be the ultimate lover; or something along the lines of that. His talent wasn't worth much compared to the others with better talents, but you loved him to the moon. You held him in your arms, whispering soft praises and gentle words reminding him of his worth. He could spend eternity in your arms. He would kill someone for you. Oh, how did he get so lucky?

Komaeda wakes up in the morning with your arms wrapped around his neck, firm around his body. You look angelic with the sun's rays gleaming behind you. Komaeda tucks a strand of hair out of your face, and presses gentle kisses to your face. You like being woken up that way. You like the affection he gives you. You accept him with open arms. He didn't care if you were a devil in disguise; you were his angel. The angel that came out of nowhere and made a hopeless case like him feel like he was enough.

He feels you shift in his arms, and he moves slightly, so that he wasn't in your chest like before.

"Good morning, my hope," He smiles at you gently.

"Good morning, my light," You adjust your arms and press a kiss to his collar.

Komaeda smiles. You look gorgeous against the sun. Oh, you're just so pretty. The way your lashes flutter open to stare up at him with the same eyes he's loved since forever; It feels unreal. He could spend eternity in your arms; he would gladly die in your arms too. You're just... so... dazzling. Komaeda loves you so much. He doesn't think he could ever love someone else like this ever again. He doesn't want to love anyone else like this ever.

"Happy birthday, Nagito," You coo, pinching Komaeda's cheeks. "We're going out today, so we can't spend too long in bed."

"Just a little longer?" He bats his lashes at you.

"Just a little," You mumble. You let go of his cheek; and trail your hand down his neck to his chest. You trace lazy hearts on his chest, and Komaeda smiles harder.

"Where are we going?"

"An amusement park," You hum. "But if it brings back bad memories-"

"I can override them with good ones from you," Komaeda mumbles into your hair. "Right?"

"Yes," You tap his chest twice. "Now, let's get going before the line gets too long."

"Mmk," Komaeda loosens his arms around you, and you sit up. Komaeda stretches his arms as you step off the bed to wash up for the morning. He lies on the bed for a few more minutes before he gets off himself. You glance at him as he enters the bathroom and stands behind you, reaching for his toothbrush. Komaeda brushes his teeth, staring at you put on sunscreen for the day. You finish with yourself and stare at Komaeda expectantly.

"I don't want to," He pouts, spitting out the water.

"You'll get sunburnt if you don't," You mirror his pout.

"But I don't like the texture," He mumbles, leaning in anyways.

"I know, love," You pat the sunscreen onto his face gently before rubbing it in. "But we don't want you to end up sunburnt like you did last time."

"I can wear a-" He purses his lips so you can get the area around his lips. "Hat."

"It's too humid for that today," You blink at him before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Hm? I'm done."

"I'll forget about it later, right?" He chases your lips.

"Yes," You smile. "You'll forget you have sunscreen on."

"Good," He mumbles as the two of you trail out to the kitchen.

"What do you want on the bagel today?"

"I don't know," He mumbles. "Hm... you pick."

"Are you sure?" You raise a brow, putting on the apron.

"Yeah," He smiles. He takes the loose strings on the side of the apron, and he ties them into a pretty little bow. "Can I tie your hair?"

"Yes, thank you, Nagi," You smile as Komaeda's hand threads through your hair. He ties your hair loosely with a hair tie around his wrist. You giggle as he presses a kiss to the back of your neck.

You pull a can of cream cheese out from the fridge, and you toss the bagels into the toaster. Komaeda watches you start the morning with ease, pouring water into the kettle to boil while you look for a knife for the cream cheese. Outside, the sun has already risen, and Komaeda watches you pour the tea out the tin. Making sure it's the right tea for each of you, you pour the hot water in. You let it steep as you spread the cream cheese onto the bagel. You place the two slices onto a plate, and Komaeda reaches for one.

"Just plain cream cheese?"

"Not yet, Nagi," You hum. "I need to slice the avocado."

"Ooh? Salmon avocado?" Komaeda gets out of his seat to peek over your shoulder. He steps to the side as you're using the knife and watches you cut into the salmon. You slide the knife back into the rack, and Komaeda steps behind you again. Peeking over your shoulder, Komaeda watches as you turn the avocados into a guac, and he reaches for the salt and pepper.

"Can I help?"

"Of course, Nagi," You smile. He twists the salt and pepper grinder, and mirrors your smile.

Komaeda places them back into the cabinet as you squeeze half a lemon into the green. He sits back down as you move to the kitchen island to spread the avocado. Your movement is smooth; you do this nearly every morning. You wonder why Komaeda doesn't work sometimes. Well, not like he doesn't have any money. He probably has more money in his bank account than savings for some people. Komaeda yields from money; and he won lotteries. His luck carries the two of you when you sit down for investment; Something about how he experienced all the bad luck when he was younger.

You make a sauce for the salmon, and pull on plastic gloves to coat the salmon in the sauce. Komaeda scoops a finger of avocado from the bowl, and sticks it in his mouth.

"It tastes good,"

"That's good to hear," You smile. "Wanna try a salmon cube?"

Komaeda opens his mouth, and you slip a piece into his mouth.

"It's good." He pauses. "As usual."

"Mm," You smile as you place the salmon onto the bagel. "Breakfast is served!"

Komaeda waits for you to sit down as you pull the gloves off. You turn around to the sight of him waiting. "Are you not eating?"

"I want to wait for you," He smiles. "So we can eat together."

You chuckle, and you tug the apron string.

Komaeda watches you with stars in his eyes. You're so pretty. Even as you do the most mundane of things, you're still breathtaking in his eyes. He wants to press kisses over every inch of your skin until he outnumbers the stars, until the moon would meet the sun, until the sun could do nothing except adore the moon to ashes. Komaeda wants to love you until the earth has become a desert of corruption, where he will be the only thing you'll hold onto and love.

"Let's eat," You smile as Komaeda slides you your cup of tea. You reach for it, but Komaeda pauses you.

"Ah, you didn't add any milk or sugar..." Komaeda scratches his cheek as he heads for the fridge.

"It's fine," You start to get up from your seat. "I can do it myself-"

"It's fine," Komaeda smiles. "Let me."

You watch as Komaeda pours a dash of milk into your tea and a spoonful of sugar. He closes the cap on the milk, and he hands you a teaspoon. You mix your tea in as Komaeda puts everything back. He's good at a lot of things. He plays a little piano from when he was really young, and he's really good at chess and go stone. He's really smart. He sits down next to you, and the two of you speak up in sync.

"Thank you for the food!"

Breakfast with Komaeda is usually silent. Komaeda goes on an occasional tangent about hope sometimes, but he's quiet today. He stares at you as you bite into the toast after he does, and he chews slowly as you eat yours. There's a warm ambience that fills Komaeda with a sense of hope as he watches you finish your food. You eat faster than he does, and he often feels bad for taking his time, but you have no problem with it. If anything, eating slow helps with digestion and stops overeating. You wonder if that's why he still seems so frail after so long.

"Did you take your vitamins yet, Nagi?" You peer at him.

He blinks in realization, and he gets up from his seat to get them. He pours himself a cup of water, and he take his pills, grimacing at the taste. He hates them, but he supposes it's essential to living a healthy, hopeful life.

"Good job," You brush his bangs out of the way and press a kiss to his forehead. "I'm proud of you, Nagi."

Komaeda beams at you.

You finish your meal first, washing your plate as you wait for Komaeda to finish his. You stare at the way the sun paints his face a shimmering gold. He's still pale after all these years, although he isn't pale from being sick anymore. Perhaps he just had something else. The corners of your lips curl upward as Komaeda finishes the last of his slice. You reach for the corner of his lips, pressing a kiss and then licking off the crumbs. "Tastes much better like that."

Komaeda flushes red from his neck to his ears. "A-ah, my hope... you know I'm weak to compliments like that."

You grin at him, washing up his plate. Komaeda pouts as he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His hair tickles your cheek, and you lean slightly to rest your head on his. Komaeda sways gently; as you hum a mindless melody. You take off the gloves, and Komaeda rummages through his pocket for something.

"Ah, here," He grabs the towel to wipe your hands dry, and he twists the small bottle of hand cream open. Squeezing a little bit onto his hand, he massages it into your hands. "So your pretty hands don't crack or dry out."

You smile at him as he covers each inch and crevis of your hand with the lotion. His hands are soft. You had mentioned once that his hands were rough and started applying hand lotion to his hands to keep them from cracking, and it had turned into a gesture of love. You kept a small bottle of scentless lotion on you; while he carried some expensive grapefruit scented hand cream for you. He applies lotion on your hands after you finish cleaning for the morning or night, and you put lotion on his fingers whenever he has time. His hands have grown softer over the time you've spent together.

"Thank you, Nagi," You grin up at him, leaning to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Komaeda moves his face so his lips meet yours, and you flush red.

"Nagi!"

"Sorry," He smooches your cheek. "You look cute."

"Thank you," You mumble.

"Shall we go out?"

"Yes," You stare at the clock. "It's early enough."

"I hope my bad luck doesn't get in the way..."

"It won't," You grab Komaeda's hand and trace lazy circles on the back with your thumb. "It won't. I promise, Nagi."

Komaeada smiles gently. "If you say so, my hope."

Komaeda helps with your coat, and you wrap the scarf around his neck. The two of you set out. The sun's already beaming with an orange only seen at sunrise, and though it's only nearing 6am, the streets are already filling with people. The streets of the city bustle with quiet voices and soft whispers, and Komaeda turns to look around the people around the two of you.

"Are we taking the train?" Komaeda blinks.

"Mhm," You hum. "Ah, but we can take a cab if it's too crowded."

Komaeda's grip on your hand tightens, and you chuckle. The trains are pretty empty at 6am in the morning, and Komaeda lets out a breath of relief once he's seated down next to you. He keeps you on the inside of the seat to avoid chikans. He had a height advantage that scared some people away. You always tell him to stand straight or else his back will be slouched forever, but he still slouches from time to time. The only time he's not slouching at all is on the train. The last time that happened, you got groped.

Komaeda traces lazy stars on the back of your hand as the two of you rest on the train. It would take around an hour, you had told him before. He fiddles with the ring on his finger, staring at the way the band wrapped around his finger. His eyes soften as he leans his shoulder onto you, and you lean onto his.

Komaeda recalls how you met him; and how despite him pushing you away, you had stayed. Even through all of his treatment, you had stuck to his side. Something about his luck had worn down over the years after he recovered from lymphoma. You had been there on his last day of treatment, sitting on the side, staring at the equipment and then smiling at him. He had watched you spend what seemed like his eternity next to him, so he promised to spend your eternity next to you.

Komaeda grabs your left hand, and he presses a gentle kiss to the sun on your ring. You smile; the sun burning the back of your head isn't anything compared to what Komaeda will experience today. He wonders if your head is hot from the rays. You peer up at him, and he smiles down at you. You look pretty. Komaeda stares out the window across from him, and he spots the old Hope's Peak in the corner.

"I wonder what my classmates are up to."

"Do you want to invite them today?" You reach for your phone, and Komaeda presses his hand onto yours.

"It's fine." He hums. "Too many people overwhelm me." he pauses. "Even if they're old classmates."

"Of course," Komaeda rests his eyes, leaning onto you again, and you stare out the opposing window. The buildings and skyscrapers pass by in a blur. The only thing you focused on was Komaeda's breathing. He sounded peaceful while he rested. You wonder if his insomnia was bad again yesterday. You don't worry yourself with it. You trust Komaeda to tell you his problems.

The announcement calls as the two of you make it to the stop at Disney. Komaeda gets up first, offering his hand to pull you up. The two of you leave the train, and Komaeda stands next to you as you stare at the map on the wall.

"Where are we going first?"

"The park doesn't open until 9," You hum, checking your watch.

"It's around eight right now," Komaeda hums, staring at the big clock. "Shall we line up?"

"I don't know," You furrow your brows. "Hm..."

A worker notices the two of you, and you smile as she calls for you.

"There you are," She grins, pulling her cap down. "I was starting to think that you'd never come."

"You know I wouldn't just toss away an opportunity," You chuckle at the woman. Komaeda stares at the girl and blinks in realization.

"S...Sonia-san?"

The girl grins. "I got to experience what if felt like to dress up in worker clothes. The staff are waiting."

"Thank you for helping us out on this," You smile at Sonia. "I owe you."

"You owe me nothing," She smiles. "It's within basic courtesy to help out a friend."

"This... isn't exactly something small," You chuckle. "I'll send you some Japanese snacks next time you miss us."

"Of course," She beams. "I love everything you send me."

"Sonia-san." Komaeda speaks slowly. "What exactly did my hope have you do?"

Sonia grins. "Secret. Sorry."

Komaeda follows the two of you reluctantly as you enter through a side gate. Sonia rambles gently about how the manager was kind enough to have everything run early in the morning, and she hoped that there wasn't much of an issue since she could only handle the park. It wasn't exactly a rent out, but she had come under the guise of a political visit and ended up somehow bagging the entire park to have them open an hour early for her.

Komaeda watches you talk with Sonia, a gentle smile on your face. You got along with everyone in his class. It was surprising how Teruteru had no urge to ogle at you when he introduced you to them. It was almost as if you were the ultimate friend. Komaeda adores you to smithereens. He'd spend eternity by your side as your dog if you wanted him to. You're just so charismatic. He doesn't quite remember if you had a talent while attending Hope's Peak, but he didn't really care anymore. Any lack of talent or title was made up with how much you adored him, and he adored you.

Komaeda bumps into you when you stop abruptly.

"Ah, sorry, my hope." He panics. "Are you-"

"Look ahead," You stare at the empty park.

Komaeda stares, and he pauses at the sight of a group of people.

"My... classmates?"

"Your friends, Nagito," You pull him along, and Sonia follows suit. "Your friends."

"Komaeda-kun!!! Happy birthday!" Ibuki waves cheerfully.

Komaeda's brain stops around his classmates, a familiar yet foreign feeling bubbling in his chest. He had felt this once before. Komaeda recalls a moment when he felt like this, yet it's all a blur. He smiles, his classmates pushing a cake into his arms and a crown on his head. A chorus of congratulations breaks him from his trance as he smiles. You look at him to find a genuine smile. Not one out of courtesy as he does, but one where pure joy was written all over his face. You watch him as a handful of tears slip from his eyes, and you reach up to wipe them for him.

"Thank you," He smiles.

The class cuts into the cake with him in the morning, smearing a little icing onto his nose. The group has a little of it before the park opens to the public, and Komaeda talks a little with his classmates. Strange, he thought they hated him. Maybe they were only talking to him because you requested it.

"We aren't talking to you because they asked," Hinata stares at you and Chiaki chatting. "I promise."

Komaeda blinks at Hinata. His words remain in his mind, even as the group splits ways to enjoy the park before it opens. Komaeda stares at the way you're focused as you wipe the icing off, and he scrunches his nose. The sunscreen has long been forgotten, and he focuses on the way your lips are jutted out in concentration. He wants to kiss you. You won't scold him on his birthday, right?

He waits for you to finish wiping off the icing before pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

He pulls away to see your flustered face, mouth slightly agape in shock, before you stumble over your words. "N-Nagi!"

"Sorry," He pouts. "You look cute."

"Got it," You mumble. "But today is about you."

Komaeda doesn't like rollercoasters, so the two of you wander around the park to the attractions. He wonders if he felt the same way when he went while young. You didn't exactly go to amusement parks often with him, even though you liked the adrenaline. You worried that he would get flashbacks from the plane flight or something along the lines of such. You care for him in your own way, and Komaeda adores you for that. Komaeda stares at the toys on the stand that you can pull with tickets.

"Shall we try?" You peek from behind him.

"It's been a while since I've put my luck to the test," He chuckles.

The two of you head to the counter for the tickets, and Komaeda pays for four. You pull the tab off of one, and you blink. You won the prize on the first pull. Komaeda's luck was mellow, but it was in no way weaker than before. It usually meant that if he had a good morning with you, you'd be caught up with something for the evening. Other times, it meant it would start raining when the two of you wanted to go shopping for groceries after an afternoon of fun. It never bothered you. You liked the rain, the sun, the snow, and the wind as long as you were with Komaeda. The tips of his ears burn red as he remembers your words.

"Wow... Nagi... your luck is still insanely strong."

"I bet the next three would be awful pulls." Komaeda hums. "Or else something is going to negate it."

"It'd be funny if it starts raining, huh?" You rip open the second ticket, and you get a smaller prize.

"The next one?" Komaeda stares at you rip another one open.

"H."

"Not that good." He hums.

"H," You rip open the last one. "That's good."

"Last one?"

"B." You blink. "AH! The headband!"

Komaeda picks up the toys and slips a ring onto your pointer finger. You chuckle as he does the same, and the two of you match. Komaeda grabs the bag with the figure from the worker, and he smiles at you. You slip the ears onto his head, making sure it wasn't too tight. Komaeda stands up to stare at himself in the mirror. He looks cute. He blinks in confusion, caught off guard by his own comment.

"You look so cute, Nagi!!!" You fawn. "Adorable!!! Aw, how did I end up with such a cute boyfriend!!"

Komaeda flushes even more red at your words, his pale skin making it worse.

"AAH!!!" You cup his face in glee. "Nagito, you're adorable. I think I'm in love with you."

"Well," Komaeda swallows slowly to collect himself. "I'm in love with you as well... so I guess-"

You wrap your arms around his neck, and he stumbles. Komaeda stares into your eyes, and you grin at him, painfully unaware of everyone's eyes on you. Komaeda wants to point it out, but he stops himself. He liked this more. He didn't really care if others stared. He basks in your warmth for the brief hug you pull him in for before you let go.

"My hope..."

"Sorry," You flush red. "I forgot."

"It's fine," He chuckles. "Just... save it for at home."

"I know," You hum. The two of you avoid crowded areas, deciding to sit down on a park bench for a brief rest after a while. Komaeda stares ahead as you return to the bench with a snack and single cotton candy.

"None for me, my hope?" Komaeda jokes as you hand him the snack.

"You don't like extremely sweet things," You rip a piece of the cotton candy off to eat. "Right?"

"But," He pouts.

"Don't gag on it then," you rip a smaller chunk for him to have. He places it in his mouth, and he grimaces. "See? You don't have to force yourself to do something for me, Nagi."

Komaeda frowns. "But I wanted to share food with you."

"You don't need to have something you don't like, though," You chuckle. "Shall we leave before it gets too crowded?"

"Where would we go?"

"There was a cafe recently opened up," You hum. "Shall we visit?"

"Here?"

"Nearby," You grin.

Komaeda blinks at you before staring at the water ride behind you.

"I have a bad feeling-" Komaeda pulls you a little further from the side.

splash

Komaeda blinks at the two of you and then at the cotton candy completely melted in your right hand.

"I am so sorry-"

"BWAHAHAHAHA," You laugh. Your eyes crinkle in joy, and you throw your head back, completely vulnerable. You laugh so hard that Komaeda laughs along with you, ignoring the ruined treat. It was hilarious. You found Komaeda's talent to be something absolutely comedic in a sense. He's much more keen about his senses because of how often his bad luck affected him, and it isn't the first time something has been ruined because of it. You catch your breath, tears burning the side of your eyes.

"Ah..." You sigh and toss the cone into the trash. "That's always so funny when it happens."

Komaeda stops laughing and smiles at you.

"You're crazy."

"Only for you," You grin and wiggle your brows. "No but that was hilarious. Straight out of a fanfiction. Thank you for saving me before the water hit me, Nagi."

"Of course," Komaeda chuckles. "I'll help you clean up."

You reach for the wet wipes in your bag, and Komaeda helps you wipe your hand. You giggle as he brushes a ticklish spot, and he hums. The sun is well into the sky by this hour, and Komaeda pauses to stare at you again. You're so pretty. Oh, hope... you're so pretty. Komaeda's mind races with each finger he cleans, and his eyes soften when he reaches your pinky.

"Does the ring still work?"

Ever the child.

You click the button on the ring, and it glows again.

"It does!!" You gasp. "that's good."

"Ah," Komaeda pulls out the lotion from his pocket. "Last thing."

He grabs your hand again, and he pulls the toy ring off and slips it onto his pinky as he pinches out a little lotion for your fingers. You stand there as he applies the lotion for you. The sun burns the back of your head a little, but Komaeda's fingers are cool against yours. You wonder how he's still cold despite how hot the sun is against your back. You had him put on a scarf and coat, and he's still cold.

"Is something wrong, my hope?" He closes the cap of the cream, and slips the ring back onto your pointer finger.

"You're cold," You grab his hand and slip it into your pocket. Komaeda hums.

"The cafe?"

"I suppose," You stare at the park. "Shall we have brunch here though?"

"Overpriced Disney food?"

"Yeah," You chuckle. "Do you think we could spin the wheel and win the free meal?"

"Oh," Komaeda blinks. "I'm kind of scared to use my luck on something like that..."

"Or..." You tap your chin. "Shall we go for something else?"

"Ah... I want strawberry ice."

"After brunch, Nagi."

Komaeda hums. "True."

The two of you stand there in silence, deciding on what you could have.

"I say we hit up McDonalds," Komaeda speaks up slowly.

"Sounds about right," You tug him along. "There's a Starbucks next to the one here too."

Eating brunch with Komaeda is louder than breakfast. Sometimes he talks about how he's felt through the day, and he talks a lot today. He rambles about a book he recently read and the elements. Eating lunch with Komaeda means that the two of you talk about things that happened between breakfast and lunch. Komaeda talks about the family of ducks he saw while you were grabbing food, and you mention how you bumped into Mikan on your way to get food. The two of you talk about anything and everything. There's no white lie or exaggeration; the two of you talk about things as is.

"And then I lost my cotton candy," You grin.

Komaeda smiles.

You bite on the straw of your coffee as Komaeda drinks the tea from his cup. The silence overtaking the previous atmosphere. The two of you stare out the window, and Komaeda glances at the clock. "Shall we pay and leave?"

"Nagi, it's tradition." You chuckle. "I paid already."

Komaeda leaves the McDonalds with you, the two of you quiet. He wonders if you're angry at him, but he finds you deep in thought instead. The two of you stop for a moment, and you stand there.

"My hope?"

"Let's get Viva ice," You drag him along. "Sorry, Nagi, I'm thinking about something."

"Of course." He pauses. "Care to share?"

"Ah," You press your palm to your cheek. "I was just thinking about how you might not like the amusement park so I was thinking if we should go somewhere else instead."

"No," Komaeda smiles. "It's fine."

"You know," You hum. "I have an appointment at a minka that makes tea for later today."

Komaeda blinks at you.

You grin at him. "Because you drink so much tea, so I thought you might've wanted to-"

Komaeda grabs you by the shoulders, eyes shining with interest.

"My hope..." He wraps his arms around you, sighing blissfully. "You know me so well..."

You smile gently in his arms, staring down at the ground. You were sure that Komaeda probably wouldn't have liked somewhere bustling with people, so you wondered if he wanted to head to a tea house. There was plenty of time, considering that brunch had just ended, and the ride was only a couple hours. Komaeda stares at the sun at noon, and he stares at you. You look pretty. The sun shines directly above your head, coating you in a gentle haze. You seem to glow as you talk to him, and he's sure you're saying something important, but he's lost in how pretty you look.

"Nagi?"

"Sorry, my hope," Komaeda snaps out of his thoughts. "You were saying?"

"We need to head out around now since it's around the countryside." You smile. "Let me know if you're too tired. I know you relapse sometimes."

Komaeda grabs your hand and traces a gentle heart on the back. "I'm fine as long as you're with me. I trust you."

"Alright," You hum, starting toward the exit. "Let me know if you feel tired though."

"Of course," He smiles.

The countryside is much quieter than the city in more ways than one. The crickets chirp as the two of you step off the cab, and Komaeda stares at the minka. It's next to a stream, and though it's a little shabby, Komaeda can tell this is a valued place. He wonders how you found this. He never mentioned that he drank tea regularly other than when he brews them for the two of you. Oh, you picked up on his habit, didn't you? Oh, you were so sweet to him. He didn't deserve you...

"Nagi," You pout at him. "Don't think that."

"I think you'd be the ultimate psychic, my hope. I didn't even speak up." Komaeda leads you into the house, and he stares at the interior. It's nicely decorated; if he didn't know any better, he'd say this used to be an oiran teahouse. The ornaments are all from different periods of history, and an old lady walks up to the two of you.

"The reservation for the Komaedas?"

"Yeah," You grin.

"We'll start with the making, is that alright?"

"Of course."

You grab Komaeda's hand gently, and he follows you to the back. The woman sits the two of you down as Komaeda realizes what the two of you are going to do.

"Ah... pottery?"

"Yunomi," You grin.

Komaeda's eyes brighten.

"We drink tea every day, yet we don't like our own cups for it. So I thought-"

"Thank you, my hope," He grabs both of your hands.

You feel a sense of relief flood over you.

"No," You smile. "Thank you for being here with me, Nagi."

The woman comes back with the clay, demonstrating to the two of you. Komaeda's hands shape the cup gently. He takes great care to make sure it looks good. He looks good. You get distracted by him, and your clay topples over. You stop the platform from spinning, and the woman chuckles. Smiling knowingly, she helps you start over, and you smile, a delicate pink on your cheeks from getting caught. You start over this time, wanting to at least make one before you stare again.

Komaeda stops his wheel, and the woman smiles as she moves his cup to fire it. Komaeda stares at the clay on his hand, and moves his fingers. He looks up to stare at you concentrate on the cup. The old woman has returned to your side to help you out, and you bite your lip in concentration. Komaeda gets up to wash his hands off and then stands next to you. He leans over you as your fingers mold the cup. After a few brief minutes, you finish the cup.

Komaeda watches the disk stop spinning, and his thumb releases your bottom lip from your teeth.

"Your lips are going to start bleeding again." Komaeda mumbles.

"Sorry, Nagi," You stand up to head to the sink as the woman places your cup in the firing oven.

"It'll take around eight hours," The woman stares at the clock. "You guys can come back around eight if you'd like to decorate."

You stare at the clock. "Hm... is the teahouse open today?"

"There's a park nearby as well," The woman smiles. "The two of you can wander around there."

"Alright," You grin. "Thank you, obaa-san."

"Of course," She grins.

Komaeda tugs you along this time. The countryside is quiet with the birds' songs and gentle breeze. The trees rustle, and Komaeda stares at the remaining pink on the trees. It was surprising that cherry blossom season was still running. The flurry of pink makes you look ethereal, he thinks. The pink compliments the rosiness of your cheeks, and he wants to live with you forever if you'd let him.

You stare at Komaeda. There's a handful of petals stuck in his hair, and you smile to yourself. He looks pretty. He used to look pale and sick, but he's grown a lot. You suppose his quick recovery was thanks to his luck as well. Though, you wouldn't say it was all his luck. It was fortunate he was able to recover quickly with treatment. His skin is flushed with life, and you smile up at him. He looks pretty. The pink matches his nose, and you wonder if you could live like this forever.

You can.

Komaeda talks with you as the two of you wander through the trees and head to the temple on the side. The torri looks bright against the pale petals, and Komaeda brushes the petals out of your hair. Leaning in slowly, he presses a kiss to your forehead. You stare up at him, cheeks matching the flowers, and he smiles. "You look cute."

"You look cute too," You cup Komaeda's cheeks and brush the petals out of his hair gently. Your hands are warm against his skin. He leans down, so you don't need to stretch to rid his hair of petals, and you smile. His hair is soft. Every inch of his skin is well cared for now; not a single wound visible. His scars from surgery are still there, but you never comment on them. Komaeda deserves the world, and you'd be more than willing to give it to him. But for Komaeda, all he wants is you. You press a kiss onto his forehead as you finish with the petals.

Komaeda giggles gently.

"Shall we have tea, Nagi?"

"Sure," He smiles. "Where's the teahouse?"

Past the torri and temple, there's a small teahouse. It's well known and a popular tourist spot, yet it's empty today. The teahouse is surrounded by more green rather than pink. The trees are warm with the shade of green, and the leftover smell of April showers tickles the air. Komaeda and you settle down as you order chamomile. The water outside of the teahouse is calm. Pink petals cover a majority of it. Below the waters, you spot a few koi fish, and you grin.

"My hope," Komaeda follows your gaze. "Did you know koi fish symbolize success through perseverance? Additionally, they symbolize balance in Chinese culture."

"Mm," You smile at the fish. "I think you've read a book about them before."

"It was just an article, my hope," Komaeda chuckles.

"How's rereading Thousand Cranes?"

"It's good," Komaeda smiles. "It's very symbolic. It also plagues, the story is hurts because of the ill-fated love."

"Mm," You turn to stare at him. "Amusing, since we're in a teahouse."

"Yes," He smiles. "The tea ceremony that Kikuji attended and started everything."

"Yeah," You hum. A gentle period of silence flutters through the room until the maiden comes in with the tea. The two of you nod and start drinking. The tea is a little bit hot because it's fresh, but the taste of the flower makes you warm inside. The tea isn't bitter, and if anything, it's fragrant with petals. It brings a smile to your face.

You've smiled a lot today, Komaeda notices. You're happy, which makes him happy by default. The way that you had decided yourself to making sure that he spent his birthday doing things he enjoyed was gorgeous. How hopeful of you. Oh, you were just so pretty in his eyes. He could stay by you for eternity until the day the sun rises from the west. He'd hold your hand until the two of you would grow with age, turning into nothing more than bones for the future to study. He wanted to love you until the two of you were like the lovers' tomb, buried in each other's arms.

You blow on your tea, and drink it again. "Nagi, do you want to hear something interesting?"

"Sure," He smiles.

"Since the amygdala is in charge of a ton of emotions, it also means that all emotion shortcuts cut straight to it according to an emotion theory," You sip your tea again. "Having said that, putting love over money leads to a happier life."

Komaeda stares at you, and leans on the palm of his hand.

"Which is probably why I'm so happy now," You smile.

Komaeda flushes pink, but he doesn't make a move to say anything to refute your statement. You love him. He feels the love. He loves you as well. He adores you. The two of you are infatuated with each other. You would pick the stars for Komaeda. You'd pluck the moon from her throne, from her sun, and hand it to Komaeda if he asked of you for it. Komaeda would part the sea, destroy the earth; Hell, he'd turn to despair for you if you really wanted it. Oh, he'd worship you until the oxygen in the air was all carbon, until the moon was colonized beyond repair. He'd hold you until the world caved in, until there was no one left but you.

"I'm glad," Komaeda smiles at his tea and then up at you. "I'm really glad."

The two of you talk lightly for the rest of the afternoon. You discuss your recent book, and Komaeda talks about how he get recognized often because of it. You tell him you're still waiting for the special copy. Komaeda opens his phone to the ebook and you laugh. The ebook cover was much funnier than the physical book. There was a code that you had drawn for others to see. It led to a photo of your old roommate and her boyfriend. You grab Komaeda's hand, and you trace his knuckles.

"Hm?"

You press a kiss to each knuckle as Komaeda flushes red.

"Ah... my hope..." He mumbles. "You shouldn't-"

"But I want to," You smile, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

"Ah," He flushes pink. "You embarrass me sometimes."

"not the bad kind, I'd hope?" You smile at him.

"Of course not," He runs his fingers down your cheek, and he grins. "You could never be anything bad to me... except maybe an addiction."

You giggle, and Komaeda presses a kiss to your knuckles gently.

"Where shall we have dinner, Nagi?"

"We passed a sushi place on our way here," Komaeda smiles. "Shall we eat there?"

"Sure," You grin. "Same as always?"

"Same as always,"

Dinner with Komaeda is vibrant with life. The two of you chat about everything at the table, regardless of anything else. You stay quiet for others, but the conversation flows like time. The two of you lose track of everything as you eat, and eventually, the sun is long gone under the horizon. Streaks of white paint the sky, and the blue of the galaxy dances across the sky.

"That was good," Komaeda smiles. "It's been a while since we've eaten out."

"Yeah," You smile. "We're always cooking at home."

"I missed eating out." Komaeda finishes the last of his sushi. "I missed having dinner like that."

"I'm usually too tired to function by dinner, huh?" You chuckle. "I'll pay attention to that next time. Sorry, Nagi."

"No," He smiles. "I'm sorry for not being much help in the kitchen."

"It's fine," You pause. "I'd rather our apartment not burn down. You're helpful in many other ways, Nagi."

He smiles at you, a light blush on his cheeks. "Thank you, my hope."

The two of you pause so you can pay, and Komaeda stares at you.

The sun. With a crown of gold and words of honey, you were the sun. Your voice charmed thousands, made friends, was loved by all. You were the pretty rays that kissed everyone good morning; You were the gorgeous aureolin that tucked everyone's hair to the side and hoped that they would start the day with joy. You lit up the countryside with a smile, and you collected the morning dew with delicate hands. Komaeda kissed those hands good morning every day.

If you were the sun, then Komaeda would be the moon. He'd wrap his arms around each sleeping figure at night, guarding their bedside. He was the gentle lull of the ocean at dark. His breath pushed and pulled the waves, and shined for the stars to be seen. He was the pretty smile that kissed everyone good night. He was the figure that stood next to people as they sailed with the stars. Komaeda was the moon that spilled through every corner of the city and houses. He comforted lost souls, assuring them that they were home where they belonged. His arms spread a comforting chill through their bodies. You fell asleep in those arms every day.

You return to the table, and Komaeda smiles at you.

"Shall we paint our yunomi?" Komaeda stands up, and the two of you head back to the little teahouse. You take his hand, and the two of you make your way back to the small minka. The old woman is asleep by now, but a young girl greets the two of you.

"Back to paint?"

"Yeah," You smile. "What time do you close?"

"In around an hour," She smiles. "We close at eight."

You nod.

"Any color requests?" She grins.

The two of you list colors of each other, and she smiles. "How cute."

You get to work.

You brush the base color first. You stare at Komaeda to get a shade, and he blinks at you. Your hands work at the little drawing of him gently. You paint the peach of his skin, and then you decorate the rosiness of his cheeks. His eyes are next, followed by a brief outline of the beady green eyes you gave his chibi version. He looks cute even though it was only a head. Your hands are gentle yet precise to get the right view. You only had one chance, after all.

"Nagi," You mumble. "Look up at me for a moment?"

Komaeda stares at you, his lashes batting.

"Thank you," You smile at him.

Komaeda draws you on his cup. He outlines the color of your skin and fills it in with gentle strokes. He looks up without moving to catch the color of your eyes, and he fills in the little circles. You look pretty. The way he colors your hair reflects the sun's glow on you in the morning, and he makes sure that you're vibrant with life on his cup. He focuses well, changing your outfit to one that you always wore when you woke up with him in the morning. He likes this. He likes the comforting silence in the room.

"My hope," He blinks at you. "Can you smile for me?"

You beam at him, and Komaeda smiles. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, Nagi."

You finish with Komaeda, changing the brush's paint to yellow to fill in the night sky. You splash the white around the ceramic, careful to avoid Komaeda's face on the cup. You finish with Komaeda in the starry sky. He looks cute.

Komaeda adds clouds around you on the yunomi. His base color is a morning blue, and you stretch your arms in the clouds painted around you. You look like the sun. He makes sure to add a couple of loose strands of hair to show that you had just woken up. You look cute.

The two of you finish right before they close.

"Are you finished?"

"Yes," The two of you smile.

"Will we need to pick these up?" Komaeda asks.

"No," The girl shakes her head. "We will pack them and mail them to you. Have a lovely night."

"You too!"

The stars are high in the sky by now as Komaeda calls a cab for the two of you.

"Did you have fun today, Nagi?" You smile at Komaeda.

Komaeda smiles at you as the two of you wait under the streetlamp for the cab.

"I did," He holds your hand gently. "Thank you for planning this day for me, my hope."

You smile at him. He squeezes your hand, and you check around the two of you.

You lean up.

"Happy birthday, Nagito." You whisper against his lips; and press a delicate kiss to Komaeda's lips.

Komaeda kisses you back, the familiar warmth flooding through his chest again.

"Thank you," He smiles, his forehead touching yours. "I love you, angel."

"I love you too, my hope."

Extra:

Komaeda grins at his yunomi. You look adorable on it.

He's out of bed before you for once, and he looks out the window to the others below. The sun ruffles his hair good morning, and he flips through the pages of another classic. He reads in the mornings where you take longer to wake up. The steam from the tea flickers in the air. It's warmer out today. He wonders if he should've just grabbed everything and sat in bed next to you instead. He supposed he would get an answer to that very soon.

Footsteps echo through the hall behind him.

"Good morning," You mumble, half-asleep with a blanket draped over your shoulders. You press a kiss to each eyelid, and he giggles.

"Good morning," He smiles. "Come on."

You sit next to him slowly, and he pours you a cup of tea. Your yunomi was cute as well. Komaeda's little eyes looked adorable.

"Why'd you leave bed so early?"

"I wanted to have tea," Komaeda hums. "And watch the sunrise."

"You wake up too early," You mumble."Shouldn't you at least wake up with me after yesterday?"

"You're sore?" Komaeda peels the blanket from your shoulder, and stares at the purple marks. "I'm sorry, my hope"

"It's fine. It felt good," You hold you cup to your lips, drinking it slowly. "Is that jasmine?"

"Yeah," Komaeda refills his cup. "Are we doing anything today?"

"Up to you," You mumble, closing your eyes from the sun.

"Shall we stay in?"

"Sure."

You place your yunomi next to his, and the characters on the cups hold hands as you lean on his shoulder. Komaeda lifts you by the waist gently onto his lap.

"The sun's really bright."

"Is it?"

"It is." You mumble, feeling drowsy again. "Can we stay like this?"

"Of course."

"For eternity?"

"For eternity."

You press your lips to his jaw.

"Until you grow sick of me."

"That's not happening."

"Good," Komaeda presses a kiss to your forehead. "Rest a little more. I wore you out yesterday."

"If you insist," You lean onto his chest. His heart beats against your ears, lulling you to sleep.

Komaeda smiles. "I'll always be back."

And as the two of you rest, a smile visible on both your faces, sun kissing the two of you good morning, a single white daffodil rests in the glass vase on the kitchen island.

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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 & 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓮𝔂,

greetings from wherever you are and whatever timezone you are in, and with any luck, in that nook you are tucked, it is still the best day of the year aka...Rile Pile's Birthday ( aka pastorcraigenjoyer on ao3 ), who some of you may call the style one-shot whump wizard now ft. lizard, but i am blessed to call, my lovely computer wife and life. <33

my angel, my darling, my dear, sweet girl: happy birthday, beloved.

( beneath the readmore is a birthday surprise. xx for my favorite redhead writer girl, but also for all of you. fair warning, you do have to read a lot to get there, but i promise that it will be worth the while. )

@actually-its-riley @1moreoffkeyanthem @marryme

i know that you do not like to make a big deal about your birthday, but unfortunately, i am a chaotic bisexual disaster, of whom pep!stan's insane stananigans and big sweeping gestures are #Based, so unfortunately, you have to endure my psychosis, RP.

which you often do, you wild and patient and wonderful thing you. <3 i sent you a DM on new years that was way better articulated than this, but when writing peppermint, i made a lot of friends who were readers and that was extremely gratifying, but i felt very isolated from the style writing community on ao3...until you came along. c':

i was also extremely anxious and over encumbered/ill-equipped to handle the stress that came along with the success of my fanfic, but your support throughout my writing journey made that load lighter.

it has been a joy and an honor being your friend and for once, being able to read rather than write -- all 70+ fanfics you have uploaded. which, given that i have written two unfinished ones, the fact that riley has written that many and finished them is astounding. :***

-- they are also brilliant, btw. we seriously don't deserve her. </3

but here's to trying!

and drying those tears for fears of dying, because when you write, you live forever, clever girl. but before i ramble on too long, my salt of the earth ( dissolved in oj ), here, dear, is my birthday gift to you. <3

so...listen. at first i was going to post a whumpshot for you but...the only person i ended up hurting was myself because i couldn't finish. granted, i never finish anything, as we know, but i had a backup plan.

which is this:

i am thankful for all the support i've gotten writing my fanfictions, but riley has been particularly supportive of me, both emotionally, and also regularly wrecks havoc on her poor followers by reblogging my insane niche au ask meme content onto her blog and likes all my stuff, no matter how weird or deranged it is.

i apologize because that's going to happen again, but this time it will hopefully be slightly more relevant because rp is fond of peppermint, and i am very fond of her so i decided...that for riley's birthday, i will be releasing everything i have in my drafts pertaining to…

pep 12. <3

whiiiiiiich is not much, please don't get your hopes up, but i think it is well deserved by you all and on what better occasion than today?

anyways, your cursed limited edition peppermint package includes:

-literally like the first five minutes of the chapter ( i'm not even joking that's how little i've written -- which is still too much -- and how slow )

-this weird thing that i posted on twitter once where stan is thinking about the friendship bracelets and being emo as fuck oh my god, i made a lot of weird metaphors...it's garbage, but...have at it.

-and finally, a very weird fucking flashback from hell that...is the main reason why my update got stalled because i couldn't figure out how to write it and when i started writing it, i got so comfortable in kyle's narration, i fucking *jersey vc* forgot it was stan season and started writing it in kyle's consciousness, then...tried to switch it back to stans...it's a mess. it's also not done like...at all, so you get a little bit of actual writing and actions and thoughts and a lot of...just dialogue. i wasn't sure about giving you guys the whole thing but i'm not sure if its gonna make it into pep, so i wanted to give you guys a chance to read it before i throw it into the fire where it belongs, smh...jail.

again, rp, i know today is a hard day, but i hope this makes it easier. thank you for being born, happy birthday...and i hope you heal, lovie.

but now...dear readers...without further ado, it is time,

to enjoy the very worst part...

...of the very best day. ;)

-uncle neen the queen with the scheme <3

p.s. the computer quality is ass, it looks better on the app, smh.

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮; 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷

a/n: EVERYONE SAY YOU'RE WELCOME UNCLE NINA FOR NOT KILLING STAN!!! HSDLKD STAN LIVES!!!! BARELY! SMH!!! i'm so sorry you waited so long for...sigh...that...anyways here's this too:

𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰

A/N: wow...so edgy, nina. i wrote that instead of sleeping one night and i did not take my mood stabilizer so that's why it sounds insane. okay, here is this last thing which is...actually so embarrassing, but i love you all and riley specifically, so merry riley's birthday everyone.

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲'𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷

A/N: my kylepilequil!!!! HELLO!!!! HOPE YOU HEAL NATION!!! WHO IS UP BITCH!!!! that was choatic, i am not proud of a lot of that dialogue, particularly kyle being insane ( it was not gonna stay like that i promise...it was a road map...leading where? i have no clue ) but i hope that it thrilled you! please smile, pendejos lmaoooo, rip!

#ITS RILEYS BIRTHDAY #HIP HIP HORAY FOR GAY PPL #its a big day for annoying people aka riley fans aka me #i'm sorry this was insane queen u know how i am #i am physically incapable of not being dramatic as hell #BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERES PEPPERMINT!!!! I LOVE U #IM SORRY THIS IS CRINGE BUT I HOPE U HEAL BABES #im physically cringing at how much i need to rhyme things #like ok go off riddler what the fuck #my hands are over my eyes ur welc or im sorry rp & everyone else #the spelling and wording of all of this is hell #but im too lazy to try and make it better #it is what it is…a draft and flaming hot garbage

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HEY HI I HOPE YOU'RE DOING GUCCI AND DRINKING WATER BUT ANYWAYS im respectfully asking,,,,,,,since u finished playing error143,,,,,,will u start writing for Micah Yujin? Im asking for a friend (im the friend)

— micah yujin boyfriend hcs

say no more. this post got Very long and i could still easily make a part 2. um. opens reqs just for micah for a while.../hj? actually /srs. gen srs. maybe just for the next 2/3 days . hit me up i guess. LOL? and i definitely suggest joining the discord server bc lots of people share stuff too!! i don't go by nia outside of tumblr but let me know if ur in there and we can find each other😘 ALSO go check out the patreon and kickstarter!!! Deserved.

first of all i just want to say i associate crush on you by soul fro and dum di dum very strongly w him (the guy Is singing at a girl though !!) it's vry cute like i just imagine him singing/singing it together. please. can anybody hear me. hello?

^ singing songs together. dancing together. come on. like. making time by rex orange county. habang buhay by zack tabudio (JENNY SAID MULTILINGUAL MICAH WHO'D CALL YOU MAHAL KO! i can't understand tagalog but pinoys...we win.)

he sings you to sleep whenever you ask and also just,, randomly. if he finds out your favourite soft-ish song he will Sing It

gets matching stuff all the time. plushies, clothes, charms,, etc etc. some of them are serious and some are done ironically (im he's / she's / they's shirts . also you know that old lockscreen thing that was like,, "what are you doing looking at his phone?" LOL.)

^ also you know those best friend necklaces. LOL

Listen to me. grabs your face. Micah making custom emojis of you/you and him. CAN YOU HEAR ME? HELLO?

would most definitely recreate Those couple photos. you know the meme ones

would do a tiktok trend if you asked (prank him w any trend you want). the one trend that isn't couple specific i can see him doing is when someone is like,, "hey, want some ___?" and person b says "no thanks." and person a turns around,, but when they turn back person b has their mouth wide open and is standing right in front of them DO YOU KNWO WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. anyways.

would send you "this could be us" "us?" memes

^ sends a meme that says "oooh you wanna kiss me so bad" from across the room and watches as you open it . when you make fun of him and (inevitably) come over he goes "Oh? did you want something, angel?" YOU ARE SO ANNOYING! KISS ME!

loves finding out new things about you every day since.. you meet so quickly... mentally checks everything he can use for gifts or something

Celebrating Micah's Birthday :) all he wants to do is spend the day with you,, doesn't matter what you do he'll be happy. share a cake with him and get a thoughtful gift and he'll get very emotional (thinks about how he cried eating his first cake on his 19th because he had no one to share his success with. my eye twitches and my fingers claw at the table)

YOUR BIRTHDAY? come on now. he's going to figure out the perfect plan based on what you want. "what? did you doubt The micah yujin would know exactly what you'd love? you wound me, angel." but he makes sure to have time set up where it's just you two so he can be all sappy and alone with you

many different scenarios with gaming. if you don't have a lot of experience micah will happily teach you and won't really make fun of you until later. if you compete he calls hacks if you beat him. would say you have to do whatever you want if he wins. it's like, a kiss or ordering food LOL?

playing minecraft with micah means finding the perfect balance. a relationship is 50/50 one person is decorating and farming and the other is mining and bringing home the goods (who's to say who's who)

if you played like, Raft with him there are So many moments where one of you threatens to leave the other on the island. the distress on his face while he's yelling about the shark please

you and skrunkly are his lockscreen/homescreen For Sure. not even a question.

if skrunkly picks you over him at any point he dramatically gasps and falls the floor clutching his heart or something . "Skrunkly...How Could You?" "This is the ultimate betrayal..."

^ considered a partial win for him if he gets to take pics of both of you

^ WILL you match outfits w skrunkly. yes. do it. family photo?

for the love of god. matching moon and star necklaces. listen to me.

wants you to show him around town !! he came all this way, won't you show him your favourite spots? :( goes around and makes "welcome to our daily vlog" jokes (said by girl who does the same thing)

if you want him to meet your friends/parents he sorta,, "wow, are we getting that serious now?" and has a teasing smile but he's sweating a little i think. he'll be Fine. seriously he's extroverted and charming in his own way but wow

would walk up and jokingly hit on you as if you don't know each other. uses the cheesiest lines he can think of obviously

^ if anybody says you two look cute together he does Not let it go. why are you grinning so big. i will cry rn

lots of pranks. they're silly pranks don't worry but there are pranks for sure

getting happy meals together for the toys. i won't apologize. (girl who has the sonic and minions happy meal toys And boxes on one of her desk)

since it's micah's first relationship he really truly wants to try so many things with you. you get to be his first kiss!! first to do cheesy couple things with!! he is so happy!! oh my god!!!!

if one of you is going somewhere alone he'll always make sure to find you to say goodbye. umm. hear me out. micah doing the thing where he places his hand at the back of your head to bring you close and kiss your forehead. can you hear me be honest

first time he sees you wearing something that's his micah's brain goes WEE OO WEE OO eyes shoot out of their sockets train whistle error screen malfunction

micah would ask you to feed him as a joke but if/when you actually do his face heats up and he gets all flustered. when he notices your hand ready to catch any food that falls and he's like oh Wow.

goes to your phone and saves himself in your contacts as something like,, "the beautiful amazing handsome perfect love of my life forever" and yours is "loser" when you manage to get his phone LIEK.

micah would do movie marathons with you. i know he'd watch all the barbie movies with me and i know he has very strong opinions about them I Know He Does LISTEN TO ME!

don't trust this guy around a shopping cart. are you going in? is he going in? you don't know.

don't make jokes about him sending you money because he most definitely can and will.

not a headcanon but thank god micah is not afraid of bugs btw. people who don't want to kill them or bring them outside,, he is here to save the day. he has to. also i did just imagine him taking a bug out then sharing facts he knows about it as if you aren't 3 strides behind him

sorry if you're short. he's putting things on high shelves and making you ask for help. if you decide to just crawl up or use a chair he panics a little What if you Fell?

micah making a playlist of songs that remind him of you

micah being like "...babe, did you get a virus on your computer?" and when you go look the screen just says I <3 U or something. Okay. Can You Relax. get away from me GET AWAY!!

i just think you should do little affectionate things like taking his hand and kissing his knuckles/fingers. then just walk away. it's delightful

this is So specific to a joke me and my irls have but micah would roll and claim characters on your mudae wishlist then hold them over you but ultimately gift them. especially if you're like US and you have PROBLEMS! (will become violent /hj i'd hit him with a pillow)

sometimes when he's awake for some reason and you're not,, he'll just watch you and maybe trace random shapes on your arm/play with your hair if he can . he loves you a lot btw did i mention that. did you know that. did yo

#error143 #micah yujin #<3 anon #🧾nia.answers #tjis will be. invisible for sure.#but its OK!#it was fun to do

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cutesharkstudios · 3 months

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Lumity Comfort Ch.3: This Clown Again

Luz's menace walked towards her with a smug smile and a high head. She leaned directly into Luz's face, practically sneering at the now scared girl. Amity put her hand on Emma's sholder, making herself clear that she won't let Emma mess with Luz. As she was backing up, Emma noticed the pride flags the couple was wearing, and hatched a plan.

Emma: So the weirdo is into girls, why am I not shocked.

Luz: Why yes, I do like girls, particularlly this angel.

Emma: I thought you didn't belive in this stuff.

Luz: Okay a) you're and atheist, you don't get to tell me about my beliefs. And b) there is evidence that the one verse you know was mistranslated, and actually ment to not date KIDS, not those of the same gender.

Emma: Whatever, I just see you being happy and wanted to stop it. You're just so weird, and weirdos don't deserve happiness.

Amity: Don't talk to my girlfriend that way! You put her through enough!

Emma: You're not the only one with a partner. Hey Jack, come here.

Entering the room was Emmas boyfriend, Jack Rocksforbrains. He looked like a genderbent Emma, but taller, more muscular, and a snear so brazen that it was hard to look at. Jack walked up to his girlfriends side, and looked at Amity.

Emma: Jack, fix her. (snaps)

Jack was about to approach Amity, but he then felt a hand on his sholder. Turning around, he saw the owner of the cafe, looking absolutely livid, as he knew what was about to happen.

Owner: Leave. Now.

Emma: Excuse me?

Jack: I was about to fix her.

Owner: You listen to me! They were just minding their own business, and you walk up to them to do horrible things! I heard about you buffoons from Luz! You two are not welcome here! You, and you, GET OUT!

Jack and Emma left, but that won't be the last time they try to ruin a relationship.

Owner: (sighs) Allah give me strength. Are you two okay? I hope those two leave you alone. Have a good date.

After the owner left, Luz sat down, more than a bit rattled, and Amity began to worry.

Amity: Are you okay Luz? What did Emma mean by "fix me?"

Luz: Knowing Jack, he probably would have tried to kiss you against your will. Wouldn't be his first time. At my 10th birthday party, he tried to kiss me, even though I said I didn't like him. He backed me into the wall and tried to kiss me, only to be stopped by my mom, who proceded to scream at him. That is the one time I have ever seen mama angry.

Amity: Well, what about when you make a mistake?

Luz: She just explains my faults, shows me a better option, and takes the time to guide me through life.

Amity: Sorry that Jack did that to you. Say, you mentioned some people not liking it when people of the same gender are together. Maybe some time in the future, not now but later, you could explain it to me?

Luz: Sure. Anyways, what are you learning with Mama?

Amity: I am learning about mechanics. I didn't realize just how AWESOME machines are until I met your mom. She even let me create stuff from her old junk. Side note, I may have accidentally made a robot cat out of your old toaster and some magic. Oops.

Luz: Say, I know you use a lot of abomination magic, what other kinds of magic interest you.

Amity:(blinks twice) Huh, I never actually stopped to think about it. My mom always wanted me to join the emperors coven, but I only really use abomination magic since my dad taught me most of my magic. I guess I could try plant magic, maybe bond with Willow over that……

The two continued their conversation well into the evening, just enjoying eachother's company. They only stopped when the owner asked them to leave due to the closing for the night.

Luz: ….and that't why I love the Azura franchise so much.

Amity: Well your dad would be so proud of you. He's in a better place now and-

Owner: Um, excuse me.

Luz: Oh hi, is everything okay?

Owner: Just a heads up, we close in 30 minutes.

Luz: Wait. (Checks the time, 7:30pm) OH SHOOT! I am so sorry, Amity probably had plans this evening.

Amity: Not other than spending time with you. Again, sorry, we'll head home. This was lovely.

Owner: Come back soon.

When they got home, Camilla tackle hugged Luz and Amity. She asked where they were, since she didn't want to interupt their date, Luz explained, and Camilla got a good laugh from that.

Camilla: Well I'm just happy you two are okay. Maybe set a reminder next time. And I'm sorry THOSE idiots crashed your date. Here's hoping it doesn't happen again.

Luz: Well I have an idea, we know where she usually hangs out, so let's just avoid those areas when we're alone.

Amity: Good idea.

Outside their house, a certain figure stood in the shadows. It was Emma, taking notes of her victim, and how to ruin her happily ever after.

#luz noceda #the owl house #toh #amity blight #lumity #luz x amity #disney #camilla noceda #disney channel

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tricky-pockets · 1 year

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I went to a rally for trans solidarity yesterday and I want to share before I forget. There were a few planned speakers and then they opened the mic to anyone who wanted to speak. A few of the people that I remember most were:

A trans guy who was in the process of coming out in his freshman year of high school. He spoke about the struggles he'd had with transphobia and its effects on his mental health but closed out by saying how glad he is that he had the support he needed to get through it. He said he's so happy to still be here - and someone in the crowd shouted "We're glad you're here too!" to enthusiastic applause.

That guy's older sibling, who's nonbinary and started their school's queer student organization. They said that no matter what opposition we face, we will always rise from the ashes. They said how much they love their little brother and how proud of him they are.

A trans woman who came out recently, who spoke about the odd blind spot some parents have - how even if they consider themselves allies in an abstract sense, they can still get stuck when it's their own kid coming out as trans. She told us to never settle for backhanded "support". She said that we deserve to be safe and loved and understood by our families - "and if your family doesn't step up for you, I will be your sister, your mom, and your auntie - you can call on me."

A queer therapist who works primarily with trans and gnc people who told us "if you can hang on to one thing, hang on to this: we can love each other more than they hate us."

A trans woman who is a professor of queer literature and history, who introduced herself with her title of Dr. because "If someone's going to call me a t-slur, it's goddamn well going to be Doctor t-slur." She told us that trans people have always been here and just our existence challenges the ideas people have that need to be challenged. The world is better with us in it, whether the world knows that or not.

A nonbinary person who found an unexpected ally in voir 70-something-year-old Catholic grandma. Voi told us "I'm pretty sure she doesn't get the whole neopronouns thing by God, she's trying. And she loves me." Voir grandma still leaves void a voicemail every year of her singing Happy Birthday (badly but with love), and takes particular care to pick out non-gendered birthday cards.

Two siblings (maybe twins?) who are both trans and in middle school, who came up to speak together. They were both so happy and full of life and all they wanted to tell us was that they love being trans and (passing the mic back and forth and laughing as they tripped over each other) "Seeing so many trans adults here-" "-we love all of you!-" "-makes us feel like we have a future ahead of us-" "-and we're so so happy to be alive and to be who we are." And if that doesn't break your heart right open, I don't know what will.

A person who only identified themself as part of the queer community came up not to speak, but to sing - they performed a short song a cappella, something I didn't recognize. I don't remember the lyrics but it was about... undefeatable hope. Irrepressible authenticity. They performed it in a voice that was heartbreakingly lovely, then gave a soft smile and gracefully departed the stage with no more words spoken. They might have been an angel. I wouldn't be surprised.

Finally, a mom came up with her tiny adorable kid. He wanted to tell us that he just turned 6 and his brother gave him this pretty dress for his birthday and he's wearing it for the first time today and did we know he was 6 whole years old? Mom told us "He's not sure about pronouns yet, but I know that we will love and support him through every step of discovering who he is. Thank you all for building a community where my kid can do what makes him happy."

I know this is a long post. I hope you read it anyway. There was so much love there. It hit me hard just how healing it can be to hear a shared struggle from someone else's lips. And it hit me even harder to see young trans people there, aware of the challenges they'll face but full of a fierce joy. I know that every single older person there would fight God to protect that joy, too.

The last person to speak was the trans woman who organized it. She told us that there have always been and always will be uncountable variations in gender. Expression of those variations is part of being human - and anything that tries to eradicate us is, on some level, in opposition to humanity. She said our struggle is linked with the struggle of every oppressed people and we have to fight for all of us.

She's right. I love you all. Take care of each other out there, okay? Protect our most vulnerable. I want us all to live and thrive and be loved.

#long post #tdov 2023 #trans pride #trans solidarity #queer #sam tag 🌌

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years

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Ooooooooh, boy! It's ghoooosts! And I finally get to see Don Kaito in his...goddamn rockabilly Evel Kneivel outfit.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Yeah, Tarou is like that, huh?

-Don Murasame... who are you anyway, kid?

-Auntie Yuriko. Truly a boomer.

-Ah, Line. That's the service with all the stickers and stuff.

-10 yen.

-Hey, Haruka. Y'know how many Rangers are from that there Showa era?

-Oh. Phonebooth lore.

-Oh fucc

-New guy.

-Block that bitch Haruka, you deserve better.

-"No imagawayaki! Only battle, my companions! Wahahahaha!"

-Oh, he a ghoast.

-Oh, he a car too.

-...We had Turboranger, Carranger... Engine-ki?

-Yeah, Engine-Ki.

-Oh, poor gal.

-Haruka Jumpscare.

-How far is this phonebooth from her apartment, anyhow?

-Minako Sagiyama, A type blood, Virgo, horror fan. Gotcha.

-Be fwiend :)

-Ooooh, ghost! ...is she the Hitotsuki?

-Haruka getting no respect around here, smh

-I really like Minako's fashion, it's super nice.

-Spooky.

-Shinzo?

-Oh, that name is uh... fairly unfortunate.

-Man, what a pretty dusk shot...

-Saruhara, Tsuyoshi, you're literally fighting monsters on a regular basis, are ghosts a bit too much to believe?

-Hoo... well, nobody tell them about angels, space pirates, humanoid robots, fairies, and whatever the hell Shurikenger is then!

-"WAAAAAAAAAAH GHOST! AND MIHO-CHAN'S NOT AROUND TO GET IT OUTSIDE LIKE THE SPIDERS!"

-Ore wa Sagiyama Minako. On my 18th birthday I was killed by rampaging Ganma.

-She's so nice though!

-Ohhhh, Don Kaito, you and your nonchalance.

-Man, I guess she really likes Haruka.

-Tadokoro Shinzo, okay.

-Ooooh.

-MOMOI TAROU! Who else but the man!

-Oh. I see who it is.

-"Hi, I'm Kaito. ...I don't exactly offer ghost discounts, but you can join our rewards program."

-Shinzo San! (Three)

-Sorry lass, that doggie has a lady friend.

-Wow, she didn't mistake Shinichi or Tsuyoshi for him. ...that musta hurt.

-Shin Sonoza

-"Yeah okay

-First Love Hero! :O

-Tsuyoshi at the office. What he doin'?

-Yeah, of course you bombed with Tarou.

-Wow. Tarou's type. Must... have... strong... appetite.

-"So uh... I'm contractually obligated to ask if you like dogs."

-Oh.

-If that was how Tsubasa's identity got discovered, I'd have shat myself laughing. Inoue has some chill.

-Oh! I see how it is, this spoopy down to earth ghost girl is way more """"""normal""""" than the funny red mailman who turns into a giant robot and the wanted criminal who turned into a dog on command for a chick. Really, what a double standard.

-...oh no, Don Kaito.

-OH GOD IT'S EVEN WORSE THAN I IMAGINED

-Kiito Komagine's good looks are far too much for the moms of Japan to handle.

-To be fair, he kinda fits the ideal image of a mid-late 20th century action hero. At least, from America. And aside from that, Zenkaiger is an homage to the 70s Gorengers... At least he knows his audience.

-"Well, shit... this is not very poggers at all."

-Poor Minako :(

-Tadokoro Shinzo... oh my God, that's Kazuhiko Inoue!

-He voices Kars in JoJo, and Ginis in Zyuohger. Also Red in Happiness Charge PreCure.

-Minako, Shinzo...

-Well, if you wanna make things go smoothly, maybe... talk to her about it?

-Ah, no, convoluted schemes.

-Wow, putting his voice acting skills to good use.

-Oh my god, she got ran over.

-That's brutal.

-Ikuzo! Avatar Change! It's time for another exorcism!

-Doggy

-...I wonder... does Minako recognize InuBrother in her frenzied state?

-Who else but Jirou!

-OH GODDAMMIT MURASAME

-Uh... today's a bad time, little buddy.

-Oh wow, already goin big!

-Leggy, shoulder, chest!

-:O

-Did she somehow break from the Hitotsuki?

-...or is she just projecting herself?

-Gotta wait.

-Aw... :(

-Nin Nin Alter! Fight Ninja with Ninja!

-Damn.

-:(

-Go to heaven, lass.

-Oh shit.

-Her desire has been fulfilled.

-She passes on quietly.

-No boisterous laugh from Tarou or fanfare.

-Take the booth on off.

-Oh goody, cuck boy's still here.

-...DID HE SERIOUSLY MAKE HIS MAMA MOTHER MISTAKE IN WRITING

-...oh god, is he calling her Mommy.

-...oh... I feel very unclean.

-Seriously Haruka, block his ass.

-What the fuck, Mom???

-Dragonfires!

-Ohhhh, Don Torabolt!

-I get to see you, finally!

-...it'll take a week, but that's very good!

#donbrothers spoilers #avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers #super sentai #momo monday

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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ohh yes, absolutely.

the thing is: kaeya starts calling diluc "cupid" kind of in secret, as a bland joke between them when angel's share is closing down and they're literally the only two people still inside the building. as time goes by (and as diluc's annoyance grows) kaeya starts using the nickname literally every time, at every hour of the day, in any location. it "accidentally" becomes so popular that once diluc swears one of his casual clients calls him cupid after thanking him for the drink.

again, not that diluc minds as much as he pretends to — he's just going to do his job, with or without the acknowledgement of the city. it's not like he ever wanted acknowledgement for his good deeds anyways: he just wants everyone in his beloved hometown to be happy

also like kinda unrelated but in the original french painter!albedo au i had decided that kaeya jokingly called diluc "cherry" because he's a redhead and cherry is written similarly enough to cher, which means dear in french

and again really don't worry :' even amongst my closest friend my job is to like, help them expand on their writing ideas so that they have something to base their future works on. even if the idea spawned from me in the first place, i really don't mind if other people use it. so go ahead!! use whatever it is of mine that you might like, i'll just enjoy having been a spark for someone else's creativity ahah

my friendly hangouts started well enough i'd say! yesterday we went to see a pretty funny comedy, as a theatre kid it was nice to go back to see a play once again (◡ ω ◡)

i hope your weekend goes just as well!

- 🍓

Excuse the late response, I’ve not felt up to answering,,,

But in honour of the birthday boy, this idea is adorable and it should be shared with the world. Cupid Diluc agenda. Someone marry this man, he deserves a smooch for making everyone so happy.

And I’ll take your word for it <3 if I ever write something inspired by our brainrots, I’ll mention you in the notes as my muse hehe

Also the Kaeya ‘cher’ thing is also really adorable. ‘Dear cherry’, it fits our red head quite well :,)

I hope you’ve had a nice week, sorry for the short response I’m just very exhausted. Still love hearing from you though :,)

#bun speaks #🍓 anon #diluc

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peculiarstudent · 11 months

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The Unexpected Romance

Do you believe in unexpected romance? Because yes I am, I believe in unexpected romance. Hi my name is Simon Cruz and this is my story of how I accidentally made my crush fall in love with me hehe and btw her name is Angel Jane Lopez, pretty rich huhh. My friend's debut is coming this august and today is July and she invited me to her debut and fast forward to the debut and we go to the location of the special event and when I step out in jeep that we use to ride to the location the first beautiful that I see is you. I don't know but my eyes lock on you and the way you dress is amaze me and I don't know but you are just so beautiful that it makes my heart race, so moving forward, that day on my friends debut I don't know what to do because all I see is you and when we enter at the resort like ackkkkk you look so beautiful in your swimsuit and I can't even look at you because you might see me looking at you and I tried to talk to you that day but I failed because I can't even look at your beautiful eyes when you are in front of me like did Lord send some angel in my friend debut that I see a beauty that cannot comprehend by some mere words. Okay stop the cheesy lines, when we're done at the swimming and it's party time that time and I can't still talk to her and I just secretly look at her so she can't catch me because it might be awkward once she sees me looking at her and that day I enjoyed myself secretly looking at her and tomorrow of that day is we go home. And months have passed that I didn't see her but my eyes couldn't believe because on October my birthday, she chatted with me happy birthday and my heart cannot take that and I can't even tell how happy I am, but yeah we just have a small conversation and we're done, too bad. Moving on, November is the month that we often see each other and that month is my lucky month for the rest of my life because that month is the day that she comes to me and is crying about her father and staff, I know I shouldn't say it but that time is I'm happy because she hugs me while crying and the second event that I have unexpected moment with her is still November and it in my friend house and we drinking, don't judge us we are old enough to drink alcohol, anyway that day is when we both get tipsy is I accidentally hug her and hold her hands but you know what she didn't even say something so ackkkk I think it's okay to do that and days have past that we often see each other in November. December is the most memorable month for me because that month is the time that I tell her that I like her and I couldn't believe that she also likes me like what the fridge is going on and how that happened and yeah that month that month is we make a decision to just m.u for a mean time and months have passed that we enjoy being together and we are both happy because we have a lot of common. And February is the time that I am waiting for because we make it official and still today we are happy to each other and that's how I believe in unexpected story, I know it's a boring story but I put all my love into it and she deserves so much love because of how much effort she gave me and she still loves me no matter of how different our background family is and even though I have nothing to give her, she still love me despite being broke and not a perfect boyfriend for her.

#Romance

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kook-ssi · 3 years

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happy birthday jimin ♡ 951013

cr. thatporcelain, dwellingsouls, comma_bts, namuspromised

#jimin #bts #*jimin #dailybangtan #dailybts #btsgif #pjmdaily #mygifs #mygfx #mine #jm day #me coming back to this site once a month with another birthday post:#🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️#i don't even know where to start ????#anyways happy birthday to this angel we don't deserve #love him so so much #<333333 #this is the actual holy trinity jesus was talking about

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years

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The ruins of the second celestial war next part?

MC: *staring at themselves on the mirror*

Barbatos: *enters the room* Duke, the young master is calling for you.

MC: I'll be there in a minute.

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: Your child is doing well. I could ask the young master if you would like to visit—

MC: My child is not going to recognize me.

Barbatos: Indeed. However, if it will make you at ease, I'd be happy to oblige—

MC: Barbatos.

Barbatos: Yes?

MC: I'm no royalty. And we're both serving His Highness. So you should stop with your sympathies.

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: Forgive me. If that's what the duke wants. *bows respectfully*

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Diavolo: Tomorrow is your birthday. Are you excited?

MC: No. I have told you before. I don't need such celebrations.

Diavolo: Oh come on, why are you so stubborn? You're my sibling. And you deserved the grandest celebration every year!

MC: ...

MC: Are you planning something... Your Highness?

Diavolo: *smirks* So you've noticed. *goes to sit next with them*

Diavolo: The exchange program has been finalized.

MC: *eyes widened*

Diavolo: I'm expecting that you will build a good relationship with the angels, MC.

MC: *clenches their fists* Yes... I will do my best.

Diavolo: *pats their back* I know. But for tomorrow, I want you to enjoy and have fun. No need to think about anything.

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Lucifer: Are you trying to get yourself drunk before your birthday celebration tomorrow?

MC: *sigh* You know so well that I never get drunk from drinking Demonus.

Lucifer: I know. *chuckles* And it's still a great mystery for me until now.

Lucifer: Anyway, is there something that's making you upset?

MC: What do you mean? I am not upset.

Lucifer: You could lie to me, but your eyes are quite expressive on their own. What is it? I promise no one will know if you tell me.

MC: ...

MC: Do you believe that it's for possible for different worlds to co-exist?

Lucifer: Hm... So we both are having doubts.

MC: *pours him a glass*

Lucifer: Thank you. Even so, we just need to trust Diavolo on his decisions.

MC: ...

MC: Indeed.

Lucifer: *chuckles* We should start talking on what will you be wearing tomorrow.

Lucifer: I'm sure Diavolo and Barbatos will force those dresses on you again.

MC: If only I could destroy them. They've been good at hiding those. *finally smiling*

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #the ruins of second celestial war

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levis-hazelnut · 2 years

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Summary: you and Levi spend your Christmas with Hanji and Moblit

Warning(s): none, just diabetes but please do tell me if you spot any!

Taglist (fill out this form) or send in an ask: open!

Status: ongoing

part 6 > part 7 > part 8

series masterlist

(a/n: just for the sake of this fic I've made hanji & moblit a couple. anddd there's been a three-year time skip, so Mikasa is now seven years old and Eren is four, and you and Levi are twenty-five)

"Hello?" Hanji spoke through the speaker in your phone as you were peacefully eating your lunch in the teacher's lounge, deep in your thoughts. Although you loved teaching at your school, you just couldn't wait until the holidays arrive, which was only in two days.

"Hi, Hanji."

"Wait. It is your lunch, right?"

"Yeah. You're not disturbing me, don't worry."

"Okay, good. Anyway, what did you get Shorty for his birthday/Christmas?"

"I have four presents for him. One is for his birthday, two is for Christmas, and the fourth one is just something extra. And I'm not going to tell anyone any of them until he gets them."

"Whyyy?" they whined.

"Because it's meant to be a surprise. We're still doing that joint Christmas thing, right?"

"Yep! Come on Christmas Eve and you can stay over."

"Okay," you smiled. "Can I know what you got for Moblit?"

They lowered their voice, and by their tone, you could guess they were grinning. "So, I got three presents for him. One is this cologne he's been wanting for some time but he couldn't find it anywhere. The second one is a watch. And the last one is..." they lowered their voice even more. "A positive pregnancy test."

Your entire face beamed up and you wished you could embrace them right now. "Oh, my gosh! I'm so happy for you, Hanji!!"

"Thank you, thank you! I'm really excited, but scared at the same time since this is my first one."

"Don't worry, I know you'll be fine. You can always come to me if you need help with anything. How many months, by the way?"

"Three and a half. Don't tell Shorty, though. I want to keep it a surprise until Christmas."

"I won't, I won't. Aww, I'm just so excited! And I'm sure Moblit will be as well."

"Hopefully. Anyway, my break is over and I'm sure you should be getting to your next lesson."

"Yeah. We can talk later, though. Bye, Hanji," you said with a grin as you left the teacher's lounge.

~/~

Finally, it was the Christmas holidays, meaning you could relax and not worry about work or getting up early. The only thing was that you still had your children to look after, however, you loved them. And another downside is that Levi will still have to work so you couldn't spend as much time as you wanted. But, he did take off a week and a half of work, which starts in a couple of days.

All you wanted to do was shower and take a nap. Which is what you did. Your children were safe at home, you made sure to leave them some food if they got hungry during your nap, and there was no baby you had to worry about. And being the angels they were, Eren and Mikasa made sure that they didn't disturb you and tried to be as quiet as they could. There was the occasional squeal or giggle, but fortunately, there was no crying or screaming.

You didn't know what time it was when you heard some shuffling around the room, but you guessed that it was the evening since it was dark outside as you could see from your open window. A gentle breeze slithered into your room and nipped at your skin, so you pulled on the covers and turned away from it. That's when you noticed a (short) familiar figure standing in front of the closet.

"Hey, my love," you murmured as his back was towards you. He immediately turned around to look at you and you could just about see his features glow in the moonlight.

"Sorry. Did I disturb you?"

"No, no. It's okay." You sat up and yawned, stretching your arms as Levi marched over to the window and closed it when he noticed that you were wearing a vest top. "That was one of the best naps I've had in months."

"Good. You deserve to rest."

"Come lie down," you told him, not ready to get out of bed yet, so nestled back into the covers.

"I haven't had a shower yet."

"It doesn't matter. I want to cuddle with you," you said, holding your hand out for him. "You can have a shower later."

"(Y/N)," he said in a certain tone that had a hint of authority.

"Levi," you responded in the same way.

Sighing, he let his digits glide through his ebony locks before he decided to lie down with you. You grinned, draping the covers over his form and cuddling him. His muscular arms looped around you and his chin rested upon the top of your head as you buried your face into his chest.

"What's Eren and Mikasa doing?" you asked.

"When I walked into their room, they seemed to be asleep, but then I did hear a giggle when I left. They probably thought I would tell them off for being too loud while you're sleeping."

You laughed softly at the cheekiness of your children, and the fact that they were scared of their father.

"Let's go to them. I miss my babies. But in about ten minutes because I don't want to leave your arms yet."

He hummed in response as you nestled into him even more, wishing you could absorb his warmth. He was basically your personal, living heater since you would always warm up whenever you embrace him.

His lips repeatedly pressed softly against the top of your head and forehead when he slightly parted your face away from his chest. With your eyes closed, you tilted your head up towards him and he slightly smiled when he knew what you wanted before moulding his lips with yours. It was a lazy but loving kiss that only lasted a few moments since you were too sluggish to lift your head up for that long.

Levi shifted onto his back as you rested your head on his chest, drawing random patterns on his skin with the tip of your fingers and he gently drifted his fingers through your tresses. It put you in a state of ease and serenity.

"Levi."

"Yes?"

"You remember that we're going to Moblit and Hanji's house on Christmas Eve and staying over, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just making sure… I know I probably sound like a little kid, but I'm actually really excited."

"Hm. You're always excited for everything."

"Well, sorry for being so happy--"

"I'm not saying it as a bad thing. I like it. It's cute when you're excited."

"Aww. Well, I think it's cute when you say the word 'cute'," you grinned, acting sappy.

He snorted. "You're such an idiot."

"I'm your cute idiot."

"Shut up."

You giggled since you knew how irritating it was when you were pretending to be sappy. So, of course, you continued to annoy him, being the best wife you are.

"Stop being shy. I know you love me more than your tea."

"You wish," he teased in return.

"Hey!" You frowned and flicked his forehead. "Why don't you go try making love to your precious tea, then?"

"You think I haven't tried?" he spoke in a serious tone and arched an eyebrow. And if you didn't know him, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was joking.

Failing to come up with a retort, you burst into laughter, noticingthe smile stretched across Levi's lips as he gazed at you before pecking your lips. He always loved your laugh, whether it was boisterous or soft. Every laugh that left your lips made his heart flutter, especially when he was the one that caused you to laugh. It was such an angelic sound that causes a smile of his own to appear.

"Daddy!! Mama!" a young, male voice called before the door to your bedroom was swung open to reveal two small figures.

"Hi, my sweethearts," you beamed when they jumped onto the bed - Eren struggled a bit so Levi helped him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. We just heard you laugh, so we knew you were awake."

Grinning, you kissed both of their cheeks when they shoved themselves between you and Levi. You snuggled closer to them, closing your eyes since you felt even more comfortable and at peace. However, even though you wanted to rest some more, you felt too refreshed to stay in bed for that long. So, you carefully got out of bed since the rest of your family seemed to be asleep before laying the covers on top of them. Eren's eyes popped open and he gazed up at you before outstretching his arms so that you could pick him up. And you did, holding him in your arms and walking out of the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you.

"What did you do while I was asleep, baby?" you questioned as you put him down so that you could wash your face.

"Played with my toys and Mikasa. Then, we ate. But only a little bit."

"I'm going to make dinner now, so do you want to help me?"

"Yes!"

"But we have to be quiet because Mikasa and your dad are sleeping, okay?"

"Okay, Mama."

While you were cooking, Eren hadn't necessarily 'helped' you, he more like kept you company. He went on about Christmas and how he couldn't wait to see 'Aunt Hanji and Uncle Moblit'. And to be honest, you felt the same as him, even though you were about twenty years older than him.

~/~

Finally, it was Christmas Day. Though, you weren't aware of that because you were still in Levi's warm embrace as you both slept.

There was faint chattering and giggling outside of the room before it sounded closer to the guest bedroom you were asleep in. Both of you were unaware of the three children (three because you would call Hanji a child as well) that were marching towards the room to wake you up (most likely by screaming and jumping onto the bed).

There was a mix of '(Y/N)', 'Levi', 'Daddy', 'Mama' being squealed when the door was swung open. Two figures jumped onto you while Hanji laughed when they saw both of your shocked faces.

"Merry Christmas!!" they all cheered, then, a tired Moblit came into sight, rubbing the fatigue away from his eyes.

Blinking a few times and yawning, you sat up as Levi groaned, turning away from them since he hated interacting with humans in the mornings.

"Happy birthday!" they hollered seconds after, this time with Moblit.

"Guys, as much as I love you, I'm sure Levi feels like he doesn't love you right now. Give us five minutes and we'll be with you."

"Okay, then! It better be five minutes."

"Yes, yes. Now, shoo," you smiled, watching them file out of the room and close the door.

"Thanks," your husband muttered, stretching his arms when he lifted himself into a sitting position and you stood up.

"You're welcome, baby. Also, Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday," you beamed, giving his lips a small kiss before leaving the room to freshen up as the raven followed you.

Once you were both done, you greeted the four in the living room that were all sitting on the floor near the tree surrounded by presents. You joined them, settling beside your kids that had excited expressions smeared across their faces.

"Let's let the kids open their presents first," Hanji said since all of you could tell they couldn't keep their anticipation at bay any longer.

When they saw what they got, their grins and squeals melted your heart. Whenever you heard mothers talking about the warmth and love they feel around their children, you never knew how strong it actually was. But now, you knew how delightful it was. You wouldn't be able to compare it to any other love you feel.

"Since it's also Levi's birthday, I think he should open his presents next," the brunette male suggested so the raven reached for the ones with his name on them. But you slapped his hands away from one of the certain presents.

"No!" you abruptly shouted, slightly startling everyone. "Sorry. You can open all the other presents, but this one."

"Okay...?"

Once you, Levi and Hanji had opened your presents, Moblit opened his. Hanji looked extremely nervous and excited to see his reaction and you gave them a discreet, reassuring smile. He opened them one by one, thanking me and Levi, and Hanji. When it was the final wrapped object, you noticed Hanji's grin slightly falter.

Of course, they're scared, you thought, I've been through the same thing. I know how they feel.

When the object was bare, Moblit analysed it for a few seconds before freezing in surprise. He snapped his head towards the brunette, trying to form words.

"I'm pregnant~" they grinned with caution.

"... Really?" he breathed in disbelief.

"Yes. And I can't tell if you're happy or not, so it's scaring me and making me more nervous."

"Of course, I'm happy, sweetheart," he smiled and embraced them after pecking their lips.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Hm?"

"Why aren't you squealing and jumping around? I thought you would do that because your best friend is pregnant."

"They told me before. Obviously, I'm happy for them."

"And you didn't tell me? The betrayal," he teased.

"Shut up," you giggled. "Anyway, you can open your last present now."

Arching an eyebrow, Levi glanced at you suspiciously since that present seemed to be something special, more than the others. All eyes were on you and your husband as he opened it.

He gazed at the pacifier before turning to you with a small smile. "You're pregnant?" he inquired, his beautiful smile widening when you nodded vigorously. You knew he would be happy since he wanted a child again. And seeing that smile warmed your heart, just as much as it did when you saw how happy your children were.

"You're pregnant as well?!" Hanji screamed, grinning before gasping in realisation. "Our children are going to be best friends!!" They got up to pull you into a tight embrace as you laughed softly.

"Congratulations," was Moblit's calmer response.

"Thank you."

They finally released you and you both sat back down next to your significant others. Levi looped an arm around you, tugging you closer to him and he kissed the top of your head.

"Wait. You know that time when I said I want another kid, is that when...?" the raven asked, not finishing his question since he knew that you knew what he was saying.

"I think so. Since that was about two months ago, and I'm nine weeks pregnant."

"... Sorry."

"Why are you apologising?"

"Because you didn't want to have a kid soon."

"It doesn't matter, my love. When I found out, I was actually excited, rather than annoyed. And I'm even more excited because me and Hanji can annoy our husbands at the same time."

They laughed and nodded. "I don't know how hard it'll be for Moblit to deal with me. How bad is (Y/N) when she's pregnant, Shorty?"

"... She's a monster."

"Oi." You frowned, lightly slapping his arm. "I'm not even that bad compared to others."

"That is true. But you're still hard to deal with... Shit. I don't know if I can put up with you for nine months of your pregnancy again."

"There are eight months left, actually. Also, our children are still here, so no swearing," you reminded him, and you twisted your head in their direction, but they were nowhere to be seen. "Where did they go?" you asked, worry laced in your tone.

All four of you stood up and were about to search the house, however, Moblit had spotted them outside in the garden playing in the snow.

"Aww, my babies," you cooed with a smile, seeing them laugh and enjoy themselves. Levi came to your side, draping an arm over your shoulders and you weaved your fingers with his, brushing your lips over his knuckles. "We have the best children."

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fangirling221b · 3 years

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Dear Mish

(I shouldn't probably address you like that. That nickname should be sacred - meant for the people who love you the most. But anyways it's you who taught us to break rules.)

I started watching supernatural for the very purpose of discovering Destiel. Yeah yeah, I have a thing for shows with complex relationships between men which are never resolved. I couldn't wait for the three seasons to finish so that I could finally watch cas enter through those barn doors, and into my life. And probably never leave again.

I could go on and on about how much I love Cas and how much that one angel means to me but this letter will probably not suffice. Besides this is about you, the closest we have to a real angel in this world.

I was never the one to swoon over celebrities and make my life about that one actor or actress who will never even know me. But you are something different. Mish, you are so much more than any celebrity. To me, and to all of us who just fell in love with the angel of the lord only to discover that the actor was so so much more.

I've been a fan for a fairly shorter period of time but that was all it took to start obsessing over the show, and of course, you. It's not about your perfect face or ocean blue eyes or even the tens of versions of your voice we've witnessed. It's in the little things, in the beautiful, beautiful smile of yours that is known for having such an effect on us. Believe me when I say looking at you smile makes us smile. It's in the jokes you make that have Jensen rolling on the floor, it's how you talk at the conventions- as if you're narrating an old story to even older friends, it's how you embrace your flaws and have no practical filter when it comes to saying things that matter.

It's how you're an idea. An inspiration. You're something good that reflects in never ending waves.

It's how you understand your fandom and respect them more than we even deserve. It's when you tell us to write our own ending, it's when you celebrate dean and cas having 100k fanfics written about them. It's when you give meaning to the spnfamily by sharing your innermost stories meant only for best friends. It's when you post cas with rainbow wings celebrating with pride the truth everyone tried to cover and deny but they couldn't. Because you, not very much unlike cas were the one real character that broke out of narration, that wrote his own story, that embraced the beauty of what people call love.

And thank you Mish, thank you for giving us Castiel. Characters will come and go, there will be new shows, some will be better some will be worse. The universe won't stop writing and celebrating fiction. But there will never ever be another Cas, another angel of the lord, who, by the mere mention of his name in a thousand different alternate universe versions can reduce us to tears, can make us happy from within, can make us beg to the lord to bring him back, sob his name if he gets hurt and scream with ecstasy when he finally gets the happiness he deserves. Castiel is here to stay. And never to leave.

Thank you for being you. The crazy weird chaotic energy of yours, the loving nature and the helping hands that have decided to fix this broken world one act of kindness at a time, for teaching us to be ourselves, letting us have fun while changing the world, for never giving a fudge to what people think, for inspiring us to be better, for naming a goddamn star after us, for being our best friend we don't fear saying anything to, for the legendary 15×18 confession scene we still haven't really processed. Thank you Misha. Thank you for everything.

A very Happy Birthday to you, the Dmitri Tippens Krushnic, the Overlord, the Misha Collins, the best friend of ours in all of the world. All I can wish for you is a bright and beautiful future and thank the lord and every other force of the universe that made it so that I exist at a time where you do too.

With Love,

spnfamily.

P.S. I Love You. And will, always.

P.P.S Even when you get old and saggy.

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dreamiesdotcom · 3 years

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shooting star | n.jm

Summary: You take a pen, resting your cheeks on your palms as you lazily think of words to write — now and then, you lock gazes with Jaemin and you pretend that the red in your cheeks is just of the cold.

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The rooftop is big, but it feels a little crowded.

The addition of people is not bad, you think, especially since those people make your friends happy. By tradition, you welcome the New Year in this rooftop, playing music and games just like the other days but this time, with more food and... well, New Year stuff — fireworks, things to make noise with. The addition of people is not bad. If you're observant enough, it can even be entertaining.

As an example, if you look close enough, you'll see that Renjun and Jisung have been just friends for too long. That, in the sense of Renjun watching Jisung playfully ride the beat, a smile that tips over the line of finding his carelessness unbearable in a growing-more-in-love kind of way.

He looks lost, maybe even intoxicated in the other's laughter, admiring the way Jeno can make his best friend easily drop his shyness. Renjun looks like he wants to know how. If you look close enough, you'll see the regretful heart behind his faux scowl.

Renjun looks at Jeno and Jisung with longing, the kind you're familiar with. He turns to you, and you avert your gaze a little too late because he's giggling as he walks over to your direction.

"So, you saw me, huh?" He asks, handing you a glass of whatever drink he first laid his hands on, no 'happy new year' or any appropriate first greeting. He leans against the railings and sighs wistfully, "Look, do you ever just fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend?"

"Out of random?"

"You don't fall for people at random." Bewilderment crosses his face, and he turns to you the same time you look at him. You shrug, and he arches a brow, "You let that build up and wait for it to destroy you."

You let that build up — the words echo inside your head as you break eye contact. Right across, Donghyuck pulls away from hugging Jaemin with a bright smile, handing him a gift. Jaemin sets it down, and probably feels your gaze on him because he looks up and beams at you. Red flushes your cheeks. — and wait for it to destroy you.

"Toast to that, I guess," you smile, watching him pretend to judge you and fail. Chenle calls out his name for a picture before they set up the fireworks, and before Renjun detaches himself from you, he bumps the rim of his glass to yours. You sigh.

"To the love we wished deserved and didn't."

Shock engulfs his features, then he laughs and he repeats the words before he leaves. The sudden lack of company feels a little cold.

You look at the candle one of them randomly lit, looking at it in stupor before picking it up. The wax trickles and scorches your skin, but you don't wince like you probably would any other feeling day. You hold onto it firmly until its golden glow is close enough to your hands, warm enough that you could pretend it's about to set you on fire.

All so suddenly Jaemin is beside you, blowing off the flame. You watch at him in question until he smiles.

"That'll burn."

"That's alright," you fake a laugh. "I want for a lot of things to burn."

###

It all starts on a Wednesday, a fine afternoon spent sitting at a cafe, waiting for Donghyuck. Your notebook remains open at your side, empty and waiting to be filled with unabashed emotions. The past eight months were spent uninspired, and you decided to look around the place in search of something — maybe the vintage items, the ivory wallpapers, the beautiful chairs — anything.

Something comes in the form of nervous eyes and flushed cheeks, a boy sitting at the far right of the place. He sits alone, fingers tapping on the table, sunlight grazing his skin. You almost hated how cliche everything had been — a boy, an uninspired poet, hands that so desperately itch to write about faded pink hair and a lost angel.

Your gazes meet, and everything unfolds way too softly for it to not be love at first sight.

At that moment, you knew nothing that good should be real. At that moment, you knew nothing that good could be yours.

You were right.

Donghyuck comes in, and he waves at you excitedly before furrowing his brows. Your best friend had always been adorably one of a kind, but none of his weirdness could have prepared you for when he walks straight to the boy's table, and you were almost certain he caught you two staring at each other and is waiting to set you two up, until he's walking back to your table with the brightest grin, the boy beside him.

Their hands entwined.

"He's my boyfriend!" He squeals, "Oh hell, should've said his name first. He's Jaemin, and he's my boyfriend."

"Oh..." you nodded, hands subtly moving to close your notebook. "Uh. Hi."

They both stand in silence before they start cracking up, inevitably making you smile. You excuse your awkwardness, and Donghyuck introduces you two again, and you shake hands this time. You pretend you don't feel shivers run down your spine.

The day passed in blurs of sugar smiles, a love story, a dull throb in your heart. The poetry being written in your head never got finished.

###

The first time you realize it, the world seems to forget you were even born, Donghyuck's across the world with his parents, and solitude is eating you alive. You find yourself stumbling back to the same rooftop, plucking rose petals with a sad face.

It's probably petty — honestly, it is, but it's not just that. It's not that you wanted gifts, or you wanted attention; you wanted to just feel special, to know that someone is glad that once upon a time on this very day, you were born. To belong. To feel wanted. To be told "Happy Birthday" because you are important and should be celebrated.

And maybe it's also because you grew used to it, waking up to several different ways of saying 'Happy Birthday'. Maybe you were used to midnight greetings, to people forcing you out of bed at 6 am, to eating breakfast and lunch and dinner together. Your home had been so empty and to have your friends fill that gap even just for a day is something you look forward to every year — the mournful feeling is there again.

8 pm glares at you on your lock screen, and it reminds you that you can't do any of that now. You tip your head back and let your back hit the floor. Maybe if you look hard enough, you'll see a shooting star and it'll give you a little something.

"What're you doing?"

You look up, surprised but not alarmed. Jaemin's soft smile greets your sight.

"I'm laying down and waiting for a comet to strike me."

The sound of his camera constantly breaks the static, and you realize that he'd been taking pictures of the nightlife. He makes a noise that tells you he isn't convinced with your answer, but you don't entertain him anymore. You just watch him take as many polaroids as he can, and you laugh because suddenly, the only thoughts in your mind becomes 'pretty, pretty, pretty'.

You force a laugh, "It's my birthday."

"Is today your birthday!? Nobody told me!"

"It's not important. I mean, who celebrates birthdays these days, righ— Hey!" The familiar snap sounds again and you stand up from where you're laying down, ready to hit him, but then he gives you the film. You look at his hands and back up, "What's this?"

"My gift." He shrugs as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. You take the picture from his hands, hesitant but relieved that it seemed to look nice, anyway. Jaemin smiles, "It's the image of an angel."

The world stops.

It's ridiculous and cheesy, even he knew that; the two of you laugh uncontrollably. It wasn't the kind of laughter that fades after a minute, but rather the kind that stops for a while only to start up again. The sound grows louder with each passing moment, and your eyes meet, but you don't stop until you both become embarrassed enough to blush; neither of you look away.

Maybe you are in love.

Maybe you are in love, and maybe he is too — except this time, it's not with Donghyuck, who it should be.

###

"It's you I meet again," Jaemin chimes. "What's up, buttercup? What are you doing here, a coffee shop, at 3 am?"

You look around the cafe, the tables empty. You briefly wonder about when Jaemin started working here before you realize you're unnecessarily curious. You press your lips into a thin line, looking for someone.

"I'd like to assume you already know." Your forehead creased when you noticed the unusual absence, "Where's my favorite boy?"

"Am I not your favorite boy?"

Jaemin pouts, and heaven, how it made your heart skip. You blink, spending the moment in silence, waiting for him to give up. "You are, indeed, not my favorite boy," You smile sweetly. "Where's Renjun?"

"I'm here because he's not. Do I seem like I work here? I was drinking coffee before he passed me an apron and left."

You roll your eyes, a poor attempt at keeping in the words of agreement — you kind of do, you look pretty, I could write so much about you — and you pretend to want nothing but get your drink. It takes an eternity before he lets you go, but once he does, you get comfortable on a table and whip out your notebook.

You look down on the first page, tracing the neatly written words — a confession if anybody who knows you gets to read it. A confession more than a dedication.

To the boy I shouldn't have loved.

The very same shooting star who gifted me a lifetime of heartbreak.

You heave a heavy sigh. You take a pen, resting your cheeks on your palms as you lazily think of words to write — now and then, you lock gazes with Jaemin and you pretend that the red in your cheeks is just of the cold. From that moment, every word you write is either about lights so bright you don't forget how beautiful he was under them, or something so strong it erases every trace of him from your system.

Jaemin leaves the counter and takes the chair across you. You look at him in confusion.

"I don't think you can do that?"

"I just did so I suppose, I can definitely do that." He smiles brightly. "So, what're we doing?"

You eye your notebook before quickly closing it, and then your half-finished cup of coffee. It's still dark outside with only some cars and people passing by, none of them interested in coming inside the cozy place. You say something about just being about to leave, and you look at him as if to say whatever's inside your head. Then, you stand up and walk away.

"Stay," he whispers, light enough that you'd think you weren't supposed to hear.

You swallow the lump in your throat when you feel his hand wrap around your wrist, cold against warm, and you don't have to look at his face to know of the begging stare he has directed for you at the moment. You try to look away but you feel weak, so weak that you could only manage a thin, shivering voice.

"Let me go."

"I can't."

Then don't, the voice in your head whispers, the selfish one; the greedy one, the desperate one. In reality, you close your eyes and tug your hands back because what's wrong is wrong, and what's wrong can never be right.

###

The rain clouds come one of the many times Jaemin asks for you to accompany him, and the storm looms darker above you with each genuine 'yes'.

The way this set up started had been pretty simple — hanging out together as friends, getting closer for Donghyuck's comfort; best friend-boyfriend bonding as he called it. For a while, it was everything. It's just your best friend trying to get you to trust his boyfriend, getting to know each other, and that's all — that's the truth.

It was friendship until it wasn't, and that was the truth until it was not anymore.

The night was peaceful so you didn't expect anything to go wrong, but expectations aren't always accurate. The sea looks calm, the moon brighter than all the other days. Jaemin's playing a somber song, something magical that just fits right for him and bittersweet love. His eyelashes flutter in a way gentle enough to drive you crazy, his perfume mingling with the cold night sea breeze, and it's too much that it drives you insane.

"What's wrong?" He asks as if he already knows the answer. "You're not telling me something."

It's been three months and a year since you and Jaemin started hanging out alone, and the swirling guilt in your gut is unnecessary because you're not even doing anything wrong.

It's the fleeting moments, you think, those lingering touches whenever you try to take from him the keys — "I'll drive," you'd whisper when you see yet again that look. Jaemin would smile, "What, scared I'll crash? I'm not stupid." — and when he doesn't give them, you sigh heavily with a hopeful look in your eyes. "Where to?" You'd ask even if you didn't care, and he would let himself forget the world as he opens the door for you, whispering words only a dreamer would say: "Stars."

And maybe it's where everything goes wrong. He shouldn't dream much for hopeless cases.

"Hey, shooting star," you call. He arches a brow at the nickname, but you ignore him. "Do you love me?"

"Would you hate me if I do?"

"You're dating my best friend, so of course, fuck you." You chuckle, shaking your head. "I hate myself more, so don't take it personally."

You meet his gaze, and the world shifts yet again just like at that moment in the coffee shop — angel boy, uninspired poet. He looked at you the same way he did weeks ago at the New Year's Party, that in the way his eyes are saying so many words for him to not be in love with you. Except now, he's much closer. Except now, in the confinements of his car, nobody to witness but the sea and the stars, he's leaning in and his breath is tickling your skin.

Except now, he's about to kiss you and you're not stopping him.

I can't, the rational part of you whispered. You say that you can't, but you're almost always on the edge of something and you're brave enough to consider through the guilt; you hate to admit it but that's the truth. You say that you can't, but at the same time, you don't draw yourself away from him — why?

Because in each and every one of this I can't's is the nasty truth that reads I want to.

You look at the water, and you chase your thoughts out with a dive. Jaemin's lips are still hovering above yours, and maybe if you weren't so numb you'd feel his heartbeat. You want to tear away, you want to run home and make a call and cry a litany of apologies. You want so much. You want so much, but what you want the most at the moment is for him to do what you can't and just kiss you already — you'd rather break yourself than not have this.

You close your eyes and decide that whatever will come tomorrow is something you deserve. You'll break your heart and ruin your world just for a kiss, and he'll leave — but you'll know that for a while he loved you and everything else is forgotten. You choose him and you forget all the consequences.

Just for once, just tonight. Just right now you'll let yourself indulge. Just this time he can have everything.

Right before your lips crash, you catch yourself and swim.

"Would you give me what I want, because you love me?"

Your words come out raspy, your eyes glistening with tears. Jaemin smiles in a manner just as heartbreaking, "What do you want?"

Not him — dear moon, I want him so bad, but I can't — definitely not him.

"I want fire so hot it burns away all the bad thoughts in my head." You suppress a sob as you move away, leaning back on the seat, clutching the fabric of your clothes as if to search for any semblance of sanity. "I want light so bright I forget you."

"What… what?"

You look at him with pure misery, "I think we should stop seeing each other."

Jaemin doesn't reply, but he starts up the car and makes a turn. You close your eyes hoping that everything could just be washed away by the rain, and you don't look at him for the rest of the drive.

###

Never in your life did you even think of living life without your best friend. That just can't happen, and so, why give it a thought, right? You're with him all the time, and he's been there since you can remember, and it wouldn't make sense if one day you wake up and he's all too suddenly not there anymore. You're certain that he's not going anywhere, and even if you're unsure of what the future holds, you aren't so worried.

If you knew, maybe you should have been.

"Hyuck?"

"Are you gonna remind me of the time I almost drowned and you told me you'll kill me if I die?"

"I'm leaving."

The traces of his previous chuckles disappear, and it seems like a movie scene with the way yours bloom tragically as you watch colored lights reflect on his skin. Then, as if sunrise, a slow smile etches on his face. A brief moment of regret and pain crosses his eyes before love overtakes it.

"You don't have to." He murmurs, sight still cast at the sea. Both his hands are tucked in his pockets in such a leisure way, and then he casually peers at you, "You don't have to leave because I'm not mad."

The sea makes the wind blowing even colder, and suddenly, the docks that used to warm you with sunlight feels cold as snow.

He knows... of course, he knows. Donghyuck saw your iridescence from every side and he knew how everything looked by heart; of course, he knew, he's your best friend, after all. Oh, how evil you are. How evil you are for loving the boy who belongs with him. How evil you are that even after that, Donghyuck reaches for your hands and you let him hold you; you let him smile at you sweetly, you let him calm you still.

"How can I even get mad at you? I love you more than anything in this world," he chuckles, and it breaks your heart. "You're my best friend and I'll give Jaemin up if I have to, if that will make you happy."

If that will make you happy... if it will make me happy... why did I do that to you, love? How did I manage to... oh, sweet heavens.

"You're all I need forever," you answer weakly, breathless and breathing all the same in his hug. It's your way of saying no, absolutely no, your sadness would never make me happy. You thank the high heavens that he couldn't see your face and the pain in it when you whisper, "But at the moment, this is what I need. Distance."

The first tear falls from Donghyuck's eyes, and the sudden drizzle of rain washes it off him. You look up to him and see longing, wondering just why it had to be this way, almost begging you you stay. He looked like he's about to send the world away if it meant that you won't have to leave, but the truth burns down to your determination, that he always admired: you have made your mind and there's no stopping you. You know what is best for yourself, and Donghyuck trusts you.

Set yourself free, Donghyuck whispers before he walks home. After that, please come back to me.

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When you meet Jaemin ten hours before you leave, he's standing at the very same place Donghyuck was the day before. He's wearing a similar jacket, standing in a similar manner, looking just as beautiful against the water. The only thoughts running inside your head is how perfect they are.

"Jaemin."

Not even 'shooting star' anymore.

He turns at the call of his name, and you're still standing on both of your feet, but it feels like diving deep. His skin reflects the very same lights Donghyuck's did, but it looked kind of different — be it red or yellow, white or the shadows; everything looked midnight blue. It feels like standing on a cliff and almost tipping over, eternally almost tipping over and falling into blue nothingness.

Jaemin smiles, not happy but breaking. It makes you hold your breath.

He laughs, "Don't break my heart."

"In the next life." Because it's all that you could have. You return his smile, "I hope I deserve you in the next life."

His laughter rings in your ear, but it doesn't make you laugh at all; instead, it makes you want to sob or scream or just hurt, yet again, to savor the pain because he doesn't want you to but it's all he could give. It feels claustrophobic to align in a way that's everything meeting with your soulmate should be, with someone who's not your soulmate. Or you are indeed soulmates, but not the ones destined to be together like that. Just two wholes that compliment each other but are meant to be torn apart.

"I just said don't break my heart, what did you do?" He tries to crack a joke, walking the last step to be closer to you. He tilts his head in that charming way, "Why did I fall in love with you?"

"Hey, Jaem... you're not. Forget that. Love him." You shake your head, fixing the collar of his shirt, an excuse for one last guiltless touch. Your voice breaks, "He's my best friend. I love him more than the world."

And just as he is to me, I would rather let you go and make him happy, you smiled at yourself. I'd rather you make each other happy.

"I know." he croaks out, a fragile smile on his face. "In the next life?"

You try to imagine a life where Jaemin isn't haunting your thoughts; you can't. For a moment, you fear meeting someone else and not being able to love them because they're not him. You fear that they'd be kinder, softer, gentler than Jaemin and you won't be able to love them back because oh, Jaemin was just right; he was too much but in a way where it's just enough — Jaemin who looks at you like you hold galaxies, Jaemin who would risk the world, Jaemin who is with your best friend. The doomed play goes on and you think again of a life where he isn't what you desperately love, and realize that indeed, hopefully, in the next life.

In the next life, because this love feels right but it's not. In the next life, because it's painful but you'll love him still again and again and again until your stars finally agree.

"In the next life." You nod, fingers clenching on the straps of your bag. You look at the ocean ahead of you, and the lights it reflects, and then you close your eyes as you feel the wind.

"Until then, shooting star."

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