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pommpuriinn · 2 months

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𝜗𝒞 TILL DEATH DO US PART 𝜗𝒞

ACT 1

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨synopsis୧⋆ ˚｡⋆In the kingdom of Anastasia the royal family holds a huge ball for all royals to come together, and start the search to wed their children together. The handsome Choi Beomgyu gets a lucky chance to enter the ball and feels love at first sight, Mo Yuri. Will their young love stay forever?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨warning୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ none

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨pairing୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ beomgyu x oc

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨author’s note୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ thanks to Laufey’s music for helping me write this and I hope ya’ll enjoy ૮ ᵔ 𖥦 ᵔ ྀིა

Laughter was heard at the huge garden that is covered with various flowers/trees, perfectly trimmed brushes in different shapes, mini waterfalls, and a final touch of ancient statues.

The two sisters were splashing each other with water from one of many ponds that are around the garden. “Ew! It got into my mouth unnie!” Danielle, the younger sister yelled. “That’s pay back!” Yuri, the oldest sister, laughed. The sisters didn’t mean to play in the pond, but Yuri did “accidentally” trip Danielle. Only because Danielle just kept on purposely bumping into Yuri to annoy her.

“Princesses?” Their nurse called out for them, making both of them stop immediately. “What do we do?” Danielle moved next to Yuri. Before they could do anything, nurse Min came around the corner and gasped at the sight. “Oh my goodness! princesses get out from there before your parents come to see.” Nurse Min pulled them out from the water. “Oh and there’s mud all of you two! And where are your heels ladies?” Before any of them can answer, nurse Min cuts them off. “Don’t tell me you ladies lost them.” The sisters just started playing with the little pebbles around them, clearly giving nurse Min an answer. “I’m taking that as a yes with your guilty actions showing.”

Nurse Min sighed, “I know I can’t stay mad at you guys, but let’s get inside and clean up.” Yuri grabbed Danielle’s hand and followed nurse Min back to their kingdom.

Nurse Min guided back upstairs and into a huge bathroom and in the center of the room was a huge sized tub filled with milk which is infused with herbs and honey decorated with flower petals. It’s an old trick to moisturize and exfoliate your skin that was passed down from family. “Please help the girls out of their dresses. We must throw them out as they have no use for us now.” Nurse Min instructed the other nurses in the room.

After the nurses got the sisters undressed they immediately climbed into the tub soaking in all the herbs. “Wow I always love the view here.” Danielle commented, as she stared out the wide window in front of them. “It never gets old huh? That’s why I stay here for hours.” Yuri smiled, as she turned around and rested her head on the edge while a nurse started scrubbing her head clean.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As the sisters got done with their cleaning session and the nurse dressed them up with beautiful comfortable soft color silky corset gowns. Just as they finished getting ready for the rest of the day nurse Min walked in. “Princess Yuri, your parents are calling you down into the music hall, and don’t worry your secrets are safe with me.” Nurse Min smiled warmly at the sisters.

“Well I must go now.” Yuri stood up from her chair and kissed Danielle’s forehead before making her leave. Yuri started skipping her way to her parents, making nurse Min cautious. “Princess Yuri please be careful!” Yuri laughed her off, as she made her way down the long staircase into the main floor. “Your parents are right down there princess.” A guard instructed Yuri into another long hall with windows decorated all alongside the right wall.

“Mother! Father!” Yuri ran to them and hugged them. “Oh sweetie, beautiful as ever.” Her mother placed her hair strand behind her ear smiling down at her. “Well princess, we have some important things to talk about.” The king moved her to sit on the piano bench. “As you know my beauty of a daughter has turned into the right age to marry,” her father started. “And we decided to turn this wonderful music hall into a masked ball event to find the lucky one to take my daughter’s hand in marriage.” Both parents smiled at the future idea. Yuri’s smile disappeared the second her father brought up the idea of getting married. Yuri scoffed, “but I’m only seventeen don’t you think I’m still too young for that?”

“Not at all sweetie, I was your age when I met your father. We fell in love almost instantly when our parents introduced us to each other.” Her mother tried making her feel better, but it only made her feel worse knowing that even their parents forced them together. “What about Danielle? I still need to take care of her!” Yuri argued.

“Yuri honey, Danielle is thirteen she can take care of herself.” Her father tried to reassure her, but Yuri was already highly upset with everything. “We plan on having the ball tomorrow night. We invited all the kingdoms we know, so you can have a variety of princes to seek.” The queen brushes through Yuri’s long dark chocolate hair. Yuri pushed her mother’s hand away from her and got up and ran out the room while holding her dress up.

Yuri ran all the way to her room without catching a breath until she closed her door and locked it. Tears slowly came down, as Yuri threw herself down to her bed. “I don’t even know what love is. How can I marry someone I don’t even love nor care for.” Yuri was also worried about her little sister, she didn’t want to leave Danielle alone.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“Breathe in and breathe out, focus.” He mumbled to himself before letting go of his arrow. The arrow hit smoothly right in the center of the target, a perfect ten. “Woohoo! Our Beomgyu gets a perfect score once again!” His friends celebrated Beomgyu’s third time getting a ten. Beomgyu playfully rolled his eyes because he knows his friends are just trying to annoy him. “Could we now have fun by the lake o’ mighty archer.” Kai bowed towards Beomgyu, messing with him even more. Beomgyu sighed while looking down trying to drag out his “thinking”. “Fine, but loser buys the drinks!” Beomgyu immediately dropped his bow and started sprinting towards the lake. “Hey! You assholes!” Yeonjun followed the group close behind.

The five teenagers ran through the little town trying not to bump into the citizens.

“Oh, sorry!”

“Excuse me!”

“Coming through!”

Of course the citizens weren’t that scared to cuss some of the boys out for almost bumping into them or even dropping their things.

“Cannon ball!” Beomgyu threw himself right into the lake without taking his clothes off. The rest of the boys followed into his footsteps when it came to not taking their clothes off either. “Aish, y-you gu-guys cheated.” A breathless Soobin came holding himself by the knees. “Unfortunately for you Soobin you owe us some drinks later.” Yeonjun teased, causing the group to laugh. “Fine but I’ll give you guys the money and one of you go in since you know…I’m the prince I can’t do things like that.” Soobin huffed.

“You know just becauseI feel bad for you me and Taehyun will go get the drinks later.” Beomgyu patted his back. “But first, feel the water!” Beomgyu pushed Soobin in. “Ah!” Soobin’s body met the cold water. The group erupted into laughter watching the prince swim back up. “And just when I was about to invite you guys over to an event.” Soobin said, as he took off his clothes with the rest leaving them in their underwear. “Invited us where?” Kai questioned.

“Well,” Soobin sighed. “My parents want me to get married to the princess of Anastasia, or at least spark her interest in me.”

“But you’re literally nineteen you should be having the time of your life!” Yeonjun was irritated at Soobin’s parents. “Being low class nobles does have its perks now.” Taehyun joked trying to change the mood. “Yeah I guess so.” Soobin gave a sorrowful smile at them. “But you guys are coming to this ball with me right?”

“But aren’t they going to know we’re low class with our apparel?” Beomgyu asked. “Lucky for us it is a masked ball, so only the men wear the masks so the women can choose their lovers. Don’t worry I have spare clothing you guys can borrow.” Soobin answered. “Is it your goal to win a woman's hand in marriage for your parents?” Yeonjun asked with raised eyebrows. “No! Of course not. I want to lay low as much as possible. Maybe you guys will find a woman instead of me.” He wiggled his brows at the boys making them laugh. “We have no interest in a love life right now, right boys.” Kai wrapped his arms around Beomgyu and Taehyun. “Right!”

“We’ll see then.” Soobin smirked.

#txt scenarios #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu scenario #txt x reader #txt scenario #romeo and juliet #txt imagines #beomgyu x oc #choi beomgyu x reader #tomorrow x together #choi beomgyu #txt beomgyu

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revasserium · 10 months

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I'm sending a Leon request with a prompt that has tickled the back of my mind ever since I read it on list of gesture prompts. I know you can find a way to make this magic:

possessive hand-holding

ikemen reqs r open u__u thank u @violettduchess i hope u like this... mess LOL

these hands, like gods

leon; 1,059 words; so very nearly nsfw... but not rly... oh yeah, and i simp shakespeare in case yall didnt know...

it always comes back to shakespeare, the damnable bard, a poet to end all poets — a storyteller, a truth-seeker, a dream-spinner; leon used to have to try to stay awake with a book propped in his lap. and now, he wishes his dreams could be half as breathless as all his momentary realities.

“so… they both die at the end?”

you laugh, pressing a finger to his lips; he catches it in his own hand, skimming a kiss by your wrist.

“shh… spoilers!”

leon blinks, still chasing shivers up the length of your arm, kissing you till you’re breathless and his lips are at the base of your throat.

“i thought it was a classic — doesn’t everyone know how it ends already?”

you crinkle your nose, and he kisses that too.

“you didn’t, and it says so in the opening paragraph!” and though there’s nothing accusatory in your tone, he still cocks his head and smirks.

“i do now — and what can i say? i’m hooked,” he says, his voice a bone-deep rumble as it works up through his chest into yours, “you should take responsibility.”

“f-for what? making you more cultured?”

leon scoffs then, propping himself up on an elbow as he lays next to you, the pair of you for once blessedly alone in your chambers, the now-finished play about star-crossed lovers lying face down on the sheets next to you. languidly, almost lazily, he draws his hand up over your arm, tracing an absent finger along the ridge of your collarbones.

“hmmm… i don’t know if cultured is the right word for it,” he muses, and for a moment, you’re caught in the sweep of his dark lashes, in the knife-sharp intensity caught behind his eyes, like shards of shattered glass, making fractals of the afternoon light. “more like… creative.”

and his fingers find yours, lacing one through another, curling, pressing, the movement slow and sure and somehow sensual in a way that you never realized that hands could be. but of course — of course they could be. and you love his hands, don’t you? you love the wide and warmth of them, the length of his fingers, the tan of his skin, the quickness and the certainty with which he wields sword and shield both.

you press your palm to his and smile.

“then…” you let your eyes flutter closed as his other hand trails up the back of your neck, fingers twisting in your hair, tugging ever so gently; you swallow, you gasp, you let yourself be pressed into the soft of the silken sheets, “get creative.”

leon hums, and there’s dare buried somewhere deep his throat, curling up like a purr or a growl or something smack in the middle and just as delicious.

“yeah… what was that line you liked so much again?” he asks, grazing his lips along your cheeks, pulling your hand above your head to pin it there.

“a-and palm to palm,” you recite, your breaths coming quick in your chest now, a burning, twisting heat curling up into the soft of your face, making the tips of your ears go hot, “is h-holy palmer’s kiss — ah —”

you bite your lips as leon grazes his teeth along your neck.

“mhm… then let lips do what hands do… right?” he leans back if only to catch your lips in his, the world falling away in the gravity of him and you, the push and pull, the rise and fall of bodies and breaths, and it is chasing and catching and kissing and breathing, and it is letting go too — but never your hands. always, they stay closed, twisted, entwined. even as one kiss breaks into another, and another, the friction of palm on palm never ceases.

they pray… lest faith turns to despair…

“but no despair for you, i think,” leon had said when you’d first read him the passage aloud, admitting that it’s one of your favorites, and you’d blushed like you do, because of course — of course. what else had there been to do?

“and no death for you, either,” you’d chided, because that was always a more pressing concern.

leon had shrugged, grinning as he looks back at the text, tracing his fingers beneath the well-inked lines.

“well… there’s one kind of death i wouldn’t mind…”

you’d frowned, watched him carefully. but his grin had been cat-like, almost leonine.

“a kind of death?”

“yes — ‘la petit mort’ — you know what it means?” and by now, his smile had gone cheshire-wide and it takes you a moment before you’d squawked and tried to bury your face in the nearest soft thing. which had, incidentally, been your hands.

“leon!”

and he’d laughed, breaking over the sound, leaning back, his shoulders shaking, his eyes cast up and closed, the sound of it sweet and warm as honey.

but now, like this, with your hand held in his, pinned over your head, his lips pressed to the pulse of your heart, your throat bared, your mind unwinding and askew as he trails his free hand along the bend of your waist, you can’t help thinking that he’s right.

if there is a kind of death to pray for… it would be this.

no despair for either of us, you think rather defiantly, only pleasure.

you make yourself that promise as you tug leon up for another soul-searing kiss.

and no death but this one kind, you think as he grins against your lips, striking fire inside you as kindling to a flame, setting you ablaze.

“look at me,” he says, his voice gentle, and you do. you look at him, and in him you find everything — everything you had ever searched for, every truth, every poem, every fairy-tale ending. every story that your body had ever wanted to tell.

“kiss me,” you say. and he does.

and as his hand slowly makes it’s way back up the side of your body to tug at the layers still keeping you apart, you let yourself be lost. you curl your fingers around his, feel the heat of his palm against yours.

you close your eyes — and pray.

#leon dompteur #ikemen prince #ikepri #leon dompteur x reader #leon dompteur x you #ikemen series #ikepri x you #ikemen prince scenarios #ikemen prince imagines #leon dompteur imagines #leon dompteur scenarios #floofy floof floof #ya nasties #also for those of u who dont know 'la petit mort' is the french euphemism for like the post-orgasmic haze LOL #and if you haven't read romeo and juliet omfg pls go read it its so good GODDAMN #old billy shakespeare never misses man NEVER #i hope ur happy w urself vi -- i dO NOT think this is what u had in minD BUT HERE WE THE FUCK ARE LOL #also; hello all welcome to my hand kink palace u__u i dont htink many of u know that i love hands but there u are. i love them #i think theyre so pretty. okAY BYE

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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We're engraved in each other's hearts

daisy daisy daisy.. braiding eddie’s hair before he goes down on you so it’s not in his way </3

congrats again!! u deserve everybody’s praise, everybody’s love, good snacks, and the fluffiest eddie fics :’’) ily

🪐

come celebrate 5.7k with me!

sweetheart you have to be the kindest person on the planet :(( you are so good to me, you make me smile every time we talk and i wish i could take your brain out of your head and kiss it because you always have the best ideas. i'll settle for a forehead kiss, though, because that's close to your brain and also because that means i get to kiss your forehead :') i love you too baby, i hope you end up enjoying this!!

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Baby," Eddie whines, his fingers prying greedily at the hem of your panties, "Lemme in!"

"Eddie!" Your fingers slip around his bicep where you're trying to pull him towards you, his muscles flexing as he tries squirming out of your grip, "I just want to help you!"

"Making me wait is not helping." He pouts, and you want to kiss it off of his face. You do, in fact, and when you blink your eyes open again he's staring at you with lovesick, honey-sweet eyes, the pout still in tact as long as your panties are over your cunt.

"It'll take two seconds," You promise, combing a thick strand of hair from in front of his ear and tucking it with the rest of his mane behind him.

"One, two." Eddie supplies dryly, his hand already reaching for your underwear again, "Time's up!"

"Eddie," You scold, "Sit still or you're not getting anything tonight."

Your threat is empty, but scares him all the same. You both know that neither could resist the other, but you're thankful for the forced compliance it gives you anyways. Eddie sits bolt-upright in front of you, his back stiff as your fingers ghost over it. He's still impatient, his leg bouncing up and off the bed as he waits, but you're tired of watching him struggle to keep his hair at bay while he eats you out, and this was the only thing you could think of.

You part his hair into three messy sections, weaving them together into a sloppy braid. There's flyaway strands here and there, and one strand ends significantly higher up the braid than the other two, but it'll do.

You sling a rubber band around the end, twisting it as many times as it can manage and finally letting him go. He waits for your approval, clearly waiting for another torturously long step in the process, but you pat his back, "Go ahead, bub."

He's on his knees at the edge of the bed before you can process, eagerly tugging you forwards by your hips so that your core rests on the edge of the bed. You squeal indignantly, gripping the bedsheets as if they could help stabilize you, and your gaze trails down to Eddie's shit-eating grin, his braid an adorable compliment to his face.

His eyes rove over your pretty pink patterned panties eagerly, the lacy hem only getting him more worked up.

"Stunning." He insists, leaning in to press a kiss to where he knows your clit is beneath the fabric. Then he drags his tongue over the dry cotton, a string of saliva soaking into the fabric in his wake, "Can I rip 'em off with my teeth?"

"No, Eddie." You gripe, "These cost $35!"

"$35?!" His expression turns from delight to momentary horror, but his face nudges forwards into your clothed cunt and all indignation is gone, his voice muffled as he speaks, "You think I could offer them weed instead of cash for a new pair?"

"I'd say you've got a 50/50 shot of the cops being called on you."

"50/50 is good enough for me," Eddie shrugs, already slipping his tongue past your thigh and underneath the left leg hole of your underwear. He expertly drags the material into his mouth, his teeth catching the thin fabric. He rears his head back and they're gone, shreds in his mouth that he spits proudly at his feet.

"You're horrible." You deduce, burying your flushed face in your hands. He reaches up, tugging your hands away from your cheeks, prying you up and off of the mattress, and craning his neck up to kiss you.

"Horribly addicted to you. Got the test results back yesterday." He states, a soft pout on his lips that's much less genuine this time, "No cure."

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romanticupid · 2 years

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A word of advice for my hopeless romantics:

True love isn't sweaty palms. It isn't fluttery stomachs and cheap excitement every time he looks at you.

True love does not ask you to change who you are. It simply invites you into a safe space where you can stop pretending to be someone you are not. You will be able to laugh without a mask, and talk with a sense of freedom. You will love yourself when you are with him, for he will embrace each one of your imperfections as his own.

That's true love.

So don't text him. And don't cry over him.

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sessa23 · 9 months

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Okay so I was talking about Shakespeare plays with a colleague at work and she came up with an interesting idea. Romeo and Juliet performed by Daleks and the cybermen

(Daleks are the Capulet's and the Cyberman are the Montagues)

#doctor who #bbc doctor who #cybermen #daleks #romeo and juliet #shakespeare #i cannot unsee this scenario

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villa-kulla · 2 years

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What do you think Howard would have done if Lalo had died in the laundromat, like what happened in the show?

He was going out on his sabbatical and all, but he would never get that call from Lalo and probably would be able to find out that Gus was still alive and thriving in ABQ. Would he just be sad, and keep his distance from the city?

DON’T DO THIS TO MEEEE.

How dare you make me think about the death of characters in my otp, who are in fact, only an otp by virtue of their both being dead lmao.

Omg. Dear god. WELL. The plan (had Lalo not been shot and had his ‘come to Jesus’ moment and crawled away to die with Howard cue “you’re my guy”/”matches your shoes” love confessions + driving off into the sunrise together) was for Lalo to just go straight back to Mexico , enemy out of the way, cartel prince again, maybe missing Howard more than he thought, but able to compartmentalize and move on. And Howard was going to stay out of town for an indeterminate period of time to take the heat off, and honestly I don’t think he made it much farther than that in his head. All he knew was that he needed to get out: out of his job, his marriage, and his town. He would have holed up in some hotel a couple states over and called in regularly to check his messages both at home and at work, because Lalo said he’d check in just to let him know he was okay. Then he could make his decisions, figure out what to do with this fresh start, and move on. That was the PLAN.

But imagine Lalo dies and Howard keeps calling. And keeps calling. But there are no messages, no letters, not even a quick note. Howard wonders if Lalo just went clean break on him and feels temporarily huffy to not get so much as a “goodbye”. But even though Lalo was a lot of things, he was always honest with Howard, and if he said he’d reach out, he’d reach out. So Howard starts fearing the worst, calling all his contacts in Albuquerque, reading up on police raids, getting more and more paranoid. And eventually he finally does what he’d been avoiding, and calls the Pollos restaurant, and asks to speak to the manager. And when he hears Gus’s unmistakable voice, Howard just slowly hangs up and starts to cry, because if Gus is alive, then Lalo must be dead. And suddenly, cutting all his ties and starting fresh doesn’t feel as exciting and hopeful as it used to, because Lalo’s dead.

So Howard drives back to Albuquerque, hollow and grim, and starts closing up shop properly, but with less excitement than the first time he was going to get out of dodge. He quits his job officially, the divorce is finalized, and Howard wanders the streets like a ghost, no idea what to do now, which is stupid because it’s not like he and Lalo were going to end up together anyways, but somehow knowing he was out there helped, gave Howard direction and inspiration, and now that he’s gone, everything he embodied to Howard - fun, danger, passion, adventure - is gone too. But then one day as he drives aimlessly around town he winds up parked at a red light, stopped next to a laundry. Howard thinks of the laundry he sent Gus to, and stares through the window, and watching the machines inside spin and spin and spin gives Howard an idea...he can finish what Lalo started.

Fring is a dead man.

(can't make the read more work, warning that what follows might not go well for Howard.....but YOU STARTED IT WITH THIS TALK OF DEATH </3)

Howard starts planning, and he’s certainly not able to raid a fortified laundry guerilla style, like Lalo. But he can play to his own strengths, and sniffs out all the benefits and charity dinners in town, donates money to all of them, plays nice, circles the rooms with a glass of wine in hand, but eyes always sharp, until one day he gets lucky because across the room he sees him. Fring. Howard follows him into a deserted hallway, Lalo’s pistol tucked up his sleeve, and he’s almost at Fring’s back, swinging the gun up, when of course he’s slammed out of nowhere by two bodyguards, and drops the gun, and Fring turns around, knowing Howard was following him and says “Were you hoping to kill me, Mr. Hamlin? The last time I saw you, you weren’t nearly so obvious about it.” And Howard just spits out “Where's Lalo? What the hell did you do with him?” Gus just picks lint off his sleeve like “I’m not in the habit of leaving loose ends. Which brings us to what I should do with you.” And hearing it confirmed, or as confirmed as it could get, Howard just breaks down on the floor of whatever fancy hotel they’re in, and Gus motions for his guys to release him and steps towards him and says, “This is your only warning”. And he picks up the gus Howard tried to use and puts it in his own pocket and coolly says, “This isn’t your world, Mr. Hamlin.” And it’s like being stabbed in the chest, because Lalo had said that to him the last time they saw each other, but out of care, not as a threat, and it’s like Howard can still feel Lalo’s fingers brushing his jaw as he said it. He watches Gus leave through blurry eyes, but then his eyes narrow in cold satisfaction, because he’d never planned on shooting Gus here, didn’t even think he’d get close, knew he’d lose his gun, but that’s fine because inside Lalo’s gun, he’d put....A TRACKING DEVICE. Howard never knew which laundry Lalo was talking about, but now Gus or one of his goons is bound to go there, and Howard can FOLLOW.

Howard has a project now, he’s a man on a mission, and that mission is bringing down Fring. He has some vague plan to collect evidence on what Fring is doing, turn him over to the authorities, and if that doesn’t work, well, like Lalo told him, “there’s always a good reason to kill someone”.

But...unfortunately for Howard, more experienced men than him have tried and failed to take Gus down. And while Howard’s plotting goes undetected longer than anyone could have guessed, he’s simply not a criminal, and it’s really not his world. And maybe after a couple months of investigating Gus, and getting closer and closer, one day while he stakes out the laundry, the black bag comes down over his head and he’s knocked out.

He wakes up inside the superlab, bag yanked off his head, hands tied behind his back, kneeling on the dirt floor of some huge room. He’s facing Gus, and this time Gus is leaving nothing to chance, a cavalry of guys behind him all staring at Howard to make sure he can’t try anything. Gus says “you had your one and only warning to stay away, Mr. Hamlin. Any final words?”

It’s the end. Howard knows it’s the end. He failed to avenge Lalo, but he doesn’t have to fail Lalo’s memory. He asks himself what Lalo would say in this position, and he looks up at Fring and grins and says “Yeah. Lalo was right. Eres un hijo de puta and your chicken tastes like shit.” And when Fring steps forward, snapping open a knife, and cuts Howard’s throat, it’s so sharp and quick it doesn’t even hurt, and Howard collapses to the ground, slowly growing cold, wondering how the hell he got here, murdered by gangsters and about to die in a hole all alone.

That’s when Gus steps over him and yanks Howard’s head back to make him die faster, and hisses in his ear “Your lover died right here, exactly like this.” And Howard looks up at him, eyes wide, and Gus delivers his coup de grace and says “he’s buried under you right now.” He expects this to break Howard once and for all, but Howard just lets out a gurgling choking laugh because Lalo’s here? He’s with Howard? Can he feel Howard’s blood seeping through the dirt, trickling down to meet him? He’s here and Howard isn’t going to die alone after all, and suddenly Howard doesn’t feel so cold anymore, and he laughs again and then can’t stop laughing, and Gus takes a step back genuinely rattled because it’s like he’s looking at Lalo's ghost, laughing on the floor of the superlab while drowning in his own blood, staring up at Fring, face still fixed in a challenge. This Hamlin guy isn’t looking at Fring anymore though, because he’s turning his face to the dirt like he’s resting it on someone’s chest, blood spilling into the ground, eyes slowly closing, smile lingering, until he’s utterly still, gone now, somewhere else with someone else, and now Gus is the one who’s forgotten and alone, still alive to see another day, but no one left on earth who’d care either way. Covering his sudden crushing depression with disdain, Gus orders “get rid of him” and walks out. And there’s already a 6x6 patch in the ground where the soil is still loose, and they’re nothing if not efficient, so they redig the hole, not deep enough to see what might be left inside, and throw Howard in too, his face grey but still with that unsettling smile. And as they pour the dirt back over him, the last thing to be covered are Howard’s hands, cut loose now and curled into the dirt, cold and still, but almost like they’re reaching out to someone. And in the dim light of the superlab, where shadows dance on the walls and death is always close by, it's easy to imagine that only a couple metres down, someone is reaching back.

#togetherforever

So yeah.

Apparently that's what I think would happen.

THANKS FOR THE ASK I GUESS???

#anon #laloward #SORRY ABOUT THE ABOVE THOUGHTS #I KNOW IT GOT DARK BUT ALSO WE'RE ALL WATCHING THE SAME SHOW HERE <3 #my boys..........#so yeah anyways in shoot your shot they are MUTUALLY ALIVE AND HAPPY #but in this hypothetical scenario if lalo's going down then by god howard's going to follow. that's his GUY.#it's the ~romeo and juliet~ aesthetic of it all........#anyways. TOGETHER FOREVERRRRR.#but yeah as far as SYS is concerned we'll leave them on that beach lol #or - depending on if you've read Conviction more recently - lalo's motel room with clothes scattered everywhere

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unbrokenfm · 5 months

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CLOSED STARTER + JULIET KOWALSKI , @primadvnnas !

knowing tae-woo, he became quite avoidant of relationships in general, but then you meet someone while street racing in the dead of night. imagine meeting someone that captivated your attention, that you couldn’t help but want to know more. juliet could be an ice queen of sorts and with her alliance with the dead hand organization, of course he’d be even more curious about her. no doubt about it ! they both shared a liking to chaos.

“juliet,” he said, finding her amongst the crowd. “do you wanna do anything? i’m kinda dying here...” tae-woo was bored out of his mind; he considered going out for a ride on his motorcycle within the city, surrounded by neon lights. perhaps go on a weekend trip ? if juliet didn’t want to, the , he’d be happy to be stay put wherever she wanted to be. a bit of a rendezvous outing wouldn’t hurt. privacy away from prying eyes would be preferable... that way they didn’t have to be so secretive.

#CLOSED.#╰ ❖ 𝖙𝖆𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖔 𝖐𝖞𝖔 ╱ scenarios.#primadvnnas #* 𝒇𝒕 — juliet kawolski.

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medicus-felini · 7 months

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"Not an outcome that I excpected, but neither am I complaining." (From a redhaired menace)

@ravarui

Ah, yes. Just execute her on the spot. Bullet through the head. Those would be better options than having to deal with knowing that her captain's nemesis is her type.

❝ I would like to keep my life, Mr. Shanks. ❞ Even though the doctor is getting warm in her face, she feels watched.

#ravarui #I AM SO SORRY SHE IS SO SCARED #Would be a romeo and juliet scenario lmao

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pierced-by-eros · 2 years

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🄰 🄳🄰🅃🄴 🅆🄸🅃🄷 🄹🅄🄻🄸🄴🅃

𝒜𝓃 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃-𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

✧༺ ☾ ༻∞

[The Vibora guard approached with a passion unlike any other, his pace quick yet with small and skippy steps. He held a bouquet of flowers, seeming to have been carefully assorted to match your natural colors, that was even placed in a heart shape. The shoulder shook in anticipation, like he’s been dying to see you his whole life.]

❝ My love~!!! I am so happy to see you!!! ❞

[It was 7:03 on a beautiful Friday evening, the soldier had just been released for his break from his post. He most certainly rushed over here with slews of excitement considering he had only been left off duty 3 minutes ago.]

❝ I picked these flowers for you from the royal garden~! D-do you like them? Juliet hopes you like them~!! ❞

[He gave a small hop as he spoke in third person, a strong sign he was extremely elevated with thrill. He quickly straightened his posture, clearing his throat and giving a bow to his darling.]

❝ My love~! Shall our d-d-d..d.. EEK I’m so excited I can barely say it! Shall our… date begin? Y-you said you wanted to take me somewhere?? Or did I mishear?! Oh well, Juliet can’t wait to go anyway! ❞

#juliet hugo #pierced by eros #date scenario #open rp #rp interaction #//IVE WANTED TO DO ONE OF THESE FOR SO LONG!#//I just hope people like it😭 but yeah! reply if you wanna and we can start a lil thing 😎#//or smthn #//i’m nervous to post idk how to word things GHHRRBT

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pommpuriinn · 2 months

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𝜗𝒞 TILL DEATH DO US PART 𝜗𝒞

ACT 2

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨SYNOPSIS୧⋆ ˚｡⋆In the kingdom of Anastasia the royal family holds a huge ball for all royals to come together, and start the search to wed their children together. The handsome Choi Beomgyu gets a lucky chance to enter the ball and feels love at first sight, Mo Yuri. Will their young love stay forever?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨WARNING୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ none

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨PAIRING୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ beomgyu x oc

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨A/N୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ happy valentines day ❤️

“Why the long face princess?” Nurse Min asked in a worried tone, as she was fixing Yuri’s hair. “I’m just not excited for today or what my faith might be by the end of the night.” Yuri just stares at herself through the mirror. “Well, I’m sure tonight will be fun for you my princess. I can just feel it in my bones.” Nurse Min sang while hugging Yuri at the end. “I’m glad one of us is looking forward to tonight.” Yuri let out a bittersweet laugh.

“I’m not the only one. Your sister seems quite excited as well, maybe she might find a prince charming tonight before you do.” Nurse Min laughed. “She’s too young to be thinking about love!” Yuri crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m surprised you haven’t started long ago princess.” Nurse Min looked at her through the mirror. “I-I don’t even know how it feels to love someone romantically, nurse.” Yuri stuttered while looking defeated. “Oh princess love feels like your heart is going to explode just by looking at the person, or how it feels like ages since that last time you saw each other but in reality it was like two hours ago.” Nurse Min laughed. “Love really makes you do the unthinkable sometimes.” Nurse Min sighed at the end. Yuri can see that Nurse Min really loves her lover with just the way she looks talking about love and all the things it makes you feel.

“Nurse Min?” Yuri spoke in such a light voice. “Yes dear.”

“Do you think I’ll find love tonight? Or even a husband?” Yuri was so scared for tonight and all this love talk really makes her even more scared. She thought if she asked questions that it would guide her, but it only made her more confused.

“I honestly wished your parents didn’t have to force you in this way to find someone to love for a really long time, but I have faith that tonight will work out for you princess.” Nurse Min then got on her knees holding Yuri’s hands together. “It’s like the moon talked to me last night, princess.” Yuri gasped, turning to face nurse Min. “What did it say?”

“I really do believe you will find the one princess I really do. Just follow your heart princess and be curious about your surroundings, there might be a lover hanging out around the shadows princess.” This made Yuri’s heart jump. Maybe she will finally experience love. “Thank you nurse Min, I don’t feel as bad now.” Yuri replaced her frown with a smile. “There’s mine princess, now let’s head out now your parents must be waiting.”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The music hall was decorated beautifully along with a live performance serenading the people’s ears. People from all the different kingdoms started entering of course saying their hellos to the king and queen, including the two daughters. You can obviously tell who are the bachelors for Yuri which had animal shape like masks covering a majority of their faces, but their lips.

“Now please behave boys. I don't want my parents to find out that I snuck you guys in, they'll have my head if they find out.” Soobin warned the boys before handing them their masks. “Mm, animal masks. Unique.” Beomgyu looked down at his puma mask. “Go in there and don’t fool around too much.” Soobin gave them one last word before heading into the castle. “I’ll see you boys on the other side, let's see if I’m lucky tonight.” Yeonjun laughed and walked right in, leaving the three boys behind.

“Ugh, what a whore.” Taehyun commented before following Yeonjun in. “I’m here for the food and wine.” Kai smiled before heading straight to the table filled with dishes around the world.

“And then there was one.” Beomgyu sighed to himself. He placed his mask over his face, smoothed out his dark colored vest and started making his way inside the castle. Beomgyu followed the loud music and the laughter soon he saw the magnificent music hall. He was awed with everything, especially the live band that was performing for everyone. He looked all around him seeing the ladies in all various style and color gowns, and with different hair dos. The boys also had various color vests and all different animal masks for the ball. As Beomgyu was making his way around everyone the main singer in the band stopped and spoke into the mic.

“Well I hope all the royals have a splendid time tonight. I can already see many lovers tonight.” He laughed into the mic. “It’s finally time for the ladies and our beautiful princess from Anastasia Mo Yuri to start the dance ceremony, and please if you think you're a good fit for our princess over here please do dance with her. Who knows you might be the lucky one~” The main singer winked to the crowd.

Beomgyu watched everyone clear the center as the ladies got into a straight line hands together as they started their dance. He was paying close attention to everyone until his eyes shifted to the direction of a girl who had the prettiest color of lilac on their gown. The gown had such beautiful jewels to complement the girl wearing it along with a lace throw over with little detail white flowers. He moved up to her face which was even more gorgeous than her dress, her hair was pin straight dark chocolate color with both of her front strands tucked behind her ears. Her face had such soft features but with a sharp jawline, her face could literally be the size of someone’s fist that’s how small it is.

He felt his heart beating and his ears ringing, “I have to dance with her.”

So Beomgyu was slowly making his way into the crowd getting closer to the girl with the lilac colored gown. His actions didn’t go unnoticed by a certain someone. Yuri can see a boy going through the crowd, bumping into people, hiding behind people, and even hiding behind pillars. She wanted to laugh at his silly actions, but she had to keep a straight face. Soon the dance changed to where you have to touch hands with someone and go in a circle. The warmth of the person’s hand startled Yuri. It was the boy with the puma mask.

“It’s you.”

“It’s I, princess.”

The two continued on dancing with each other. Yuri’s lips turned into a warm smile, well facing the puma boy. Beomgyu also returned the smile at the gorgeous girl in front of him. Unfortunately, the song came to an end and the nurses pulled Yuri away from the puma boy. The nurses pull Yuri to the side so she can watch a prince sing his heart out hoping to get the attention of the princess. “Wait, I wasn't done with my conversation yet.” Yuri looked at the nurses. “We know, but this boy really wants to show you and your parents his one of many skills.” The nurses giggled while playfully nudging into her arms.

Yuri sighed not wanting anything to do with this. She wants to know the puma masked boy. Yuri started zoning out staring into nothing and thinking of almost nothing, maybe of a certain-

Yuri gasped, but quickly covered her mouth as she felt someone holding her hand. She turned her head and saw the puma boy crouched down behind the pillar she was next to. “Puma boy.” She whispered. Beomgyu smiled at the name she gave him. “Want to know my real name?” Beomgyu tilted his head to the side waiting for the princess' response. Yuri looked at the nurses next to her seeing that they were fully engaged with the prince’s performance. “Yes, take me with you.” She tightened the hold of his hand.

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The puma boy took the princess out to the open balcony giving them a grand view of the garden. The two came breathless with all the running they did getting away for the large crowd. “It’s Beomgyu.” Beomgyu took off his mask revealing his face. Yuri was speechless with the handsomeness that was held behind the mask. “Yuri. Mo Yuri.” She smiled at him.

“You just got my eye, I had to take you away.” Beomgyu kissed Yuri’s knuckles. Yuri almost flinched with the warmth of Beomgyu’s lips touching her skin. It already feels addicting. “You’re quite handsome, why didn’t my parents tell me about you?” Yuri came closer to Beomgyu. “Well, I’m not really royalty my lady.” Beomgyu said, while moving his hair away from his eye. “What do you mean? You have everything a royal would have.” Beomgyu chuckled, enjoying all the praise from the gorgeous princess.

“I’m friends with a current prince and he invited me over. I’m a lower class noble princess, unfortunately I’m not made for you.” Yuri shook her head ‘no’. “I want you to be made for me.” She held his hand up to her chest feeling more of the warmth she now craves. “Is this what love is?” Yuri and Beomgyu stare into each other's eyes, falling in love just by the mere stare and little touches.

This feeling came too strong and too fast for the two. Basically questioning if this is love or just the heat of the moment.

“Princess Yuri?” Nurse Min called out, causing Yuri to gasp. “You have to hide.” Yuri took Beomgyu to hide against one of the pillars. “Meet me on the right side of the kingdom you’ll see a balcony with pretty white flowers around it. That’s my room balcony, see me there and we’ll talk more.” Yuri whispered the plan to Beomgyu. Only to shock Beomgyu and herself when she gave him a kiss on his lips. The feeling was like a burst of fireworks in them. They couldn’t pull away mostly when Beomgyu held her close just in the last second when nurse Min came around the corner Yuri pulled away just in time.

“Princess! I have been looking up and down and all around for you.” Nurse Min took hold of Yuri’s hands with a worried stare. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience nurse. I just wanted some fresh air. The music hall was getting quite suffocating.” Yuri smiled, fooling the nurse. “Well now that you're well, let’s get back to it. Your parents are looking for you.” Nurse Min walked Yuri back inside leaving Beomgyu alone in his hiding place.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“Honey! We want you to meet someone.” Yuri’s mother pulled Yuri to her side. “My lovely daughter, this is the queen and king from a kingdom not too far away.” Yuri’s father explained. “And this is the prince Choi Soobin.” Her father pushed her a bit forward towards the prince.

He’s not that bad looking, but he’s not Beomgyu. “Hello prince. I’m Mo Yuri, princess of Anastasia.” She bowed with her hand over her chest. “Let’s let them talk a bit.” Her father pulled Soobin’s father over to the side away from the two with both wives following close behind. Yuri watched them walk away leaving her in an awkward position. “Um…to be honest, I’m not interested.” Yuri was blunt. Her mind is set on one person and one person only. “I agree completely with you princess. Quite frankly I have no desire to get married.” Yuri was glad that they’re on the same page. “Good well,” Yuri looked around her, seeing less and less people in the music hall. “I hope you have an excellent night prince Soobin.” She gave him a final bow before running out of the hall, making Soobin laugh.

“Cute~”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Yuri immediately sent her nurses out of the room to help out of the gown. “Don’t worry, I can do it nurses. Rest well tonight.” Yuri lightly closed her door and started to rush everything off. Yuri went through her closet finding a beautiful silky sleeping gown then to her vanity brushing out her little tangle bits. After quickly preparing herself she went through her balcony doors down her steps and headed to the white flower beds waiting for her prince.

Yuri looked up at the moon and brought her hands together and started praying at the moon. “Oh moon, please let him be my prince. My lover.” She sighed with a smile. “Let us fell deeply in love, amen.” Yuri giggled feeling ridiculous with how much she probably looks like a lovesick girl already. Rustling was heard causing Yuri to quickly fix her posture and look over to the trees to see her prince. “Princess.” Beomgyu was revealed from the shadows. Yuri lightly gasped, “mine prince!” She stretched out her arms ready for him to run to them. Beomgyu gladly took it has an invitation and ran up to the rock that could gave him perfect height to meet his princess. “The moonlight hits you perfectly.” Beomgyu hugged her, but left some space to look at her glowing face. “Thank you~”she giggled. Again the warmth and the love was consuming them.

“Come in.” Yuri backed up to let Beomgyu jump over her white stone railing. Once he landed Yuri quickly held his hand and pulled him in, causing him to stumble a bit making the both laugh. They spent the night talking and getting to one another even stealing a few kisses here and there. From an outsider it might look like they have been lovers for years, but in reality they only met hours ago.

Yuri learned that Beomgyu is eighteen and is an only child, but with his friend group he feels like he has four brothers. He loves archery and always practices it along with training with horses since he works in the stables of another kingdom. “Kingdom? Which one?” Yuri asked while leaning closer to Beomgyu. They both laid side by side holding themselves with leaning on their elbows. “Well one of my friends is Soobin, Choi Soobin the prince.” Beomgyu answered, as his thumb draws circle on the side of her thigh. “So that’s how you got in.” Yuri pointed his shoulder playfully pushing him back a bit. “My parents actually tried making me talk to prince Soobin, but I wasn’t interested.” Yuri averted her eyes away from Beomgyu’s. She was getting shy.

“Really? I wonder why~” He continued to tease the poor princess throughout the late night.

The two lovers fell asleep holding each other close with the princess’s head tucked under Beomgyu’s chin while Beomgyu had his arms wrapped around her warm body, and his chin on the princess head.

#txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt scenario #txt imagines #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x oc #beomgyu scenario #tomorrow x together #romeo and juliet #txt fanfic #txt beomgyu

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dgot441 · 2 years

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im watching the bumblebee movie and so far its just fine (im not very far into the movie). lots of clichés but at least bee himself is so cute

and the director didnt actually spend time of his day researching an obscure law to justify why his adult mc is dating an underage girl so already its leagues above bayverse

#idk how bay got away with it. i feel like theres a reason he knew about the law to begin with.#its called the romeo and juliet law its real but who the fuck is even aware it exists #like kids do date older people it shouldnt happen but it does; BUT #who out there is aware that there is a law regulating this specific scenario. you wouldn't unless you looked it up.#... or knew about it already. to know there even exists a law regarding it #txt

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babydarkstar · 1 year

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omg the kids today were doing that thing where they’re assigning you a role and that’s the whole game and they eventually got to making everyone a family and they of course had to make someone mom and dad. me and the coworker i have a massive crush on lots of chemistry with but who has a gf……….. when i tell you i wanted to die

#we do have a lot of chemistry though. shift was 2hrs longer and we spent roughly the entire time together #minus snack nd that one minute we were doing different centers w diff kids #we’re assigned to b in charge of separate grades :’’’’’) it’s fine #im like in a weird romeo and juliet scenario but we’re surrounded by screaming children nd romeo already married rosaline #and is likely not to stray from that

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odxrilove · 27 days

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☆ KISSES WITH ENHYPEN

pairing: enhypen x f!reader

genre: fluff, scenarios, established relationship?

back to masterlist!

☆ HEESEUNG ; drunk kisses

kisses with heeseung are passionate and eager, your breaths smelling a bit like alcohol and your clothes sticking to your skin due to the clearly overcrowded house. you’re almost unable to hear each other over the music so you stick to each other’s side, heeseung’s hot breath fanning over your neck. he peppers kisses all over your right cheek and whines, you shut him up with a quick peck. the first three buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, showing off his glistening skin and you can’t help but grab his collar and connect your lips together for the umpteenth time that night. heeseung doesn’t waste a second reciprocating the affection– he would never leave you unkissed if he could. he smells of beer and a hint of tequila (probably the shot jake forced into his hand earlier) and you smell of sex on the beach with a hint of strawberry– actually, that’s probably just the taste of your lipgloss, the one he’s currently smudging. he’s likely going to end up falling asleep with pink glossy traces on his lips, but when you moan against his mouth, he knows he could never get enough of you.

☆ JAY ; forehead kisses

forehead kisses were a norm with jay, something he did daily since you’d turned into teens. his friends would say it was weird but jay would always retort that forehead kisses were normal for you two, because you were friends, and nothing more. that obviously didn’t last long and when you two finally went out on your first date, he ended the night with a sweet forehead kiss, hands gently holding your face. it was rather predictable that the moment you two started dating, the forehead kisses would stay and become a way to convey his love for you. he’d kiss your forehead before walking into the exam hall for a stressful exam, your supportive praises running in a loop in his mind. he’d kiss your forehead in his parents’ kitchen, when he invited you over for dinner to introduce you as his girlfriend. and when you two leave with big smiles, red cheeks and intertwined hands, jay’s mom would turn to his dad and laugh, claiming she just knew you were bound to be together.

☆ JAKE ; neck kisses

your relationship with jake was like a tamer version of romeo and juliet, your families holding a decades long grudge against each other. still, you liked the thrill of sneaking around and meeting up with your lover, hiding from your family and having to bend the truth so often– you weren’t lying when you said you were going to study at the library, you just forgot to mention that jake would be present, and that maybe you’d make out against the bookshelves of the ecology book section. truthfully, it wasn’t that serious at first, you two just wanted to have fun and piss off your families if they were to find out, but over time, you two grew undeniable close and feelings started to get involved. instead of stopping, like you had suggested, jake just found new ways to meet up with you. he’d ask to go to the bathroom during class, only to beg you to join him, returning to class minutes later with marks blooming on your neck. he’d invite you to parties, finding you in the crowd and kissing up from your shoulder to your neck. he’d throw little rocks at your window at night so you’d join him and stargaze from under the apple tree in your neighbor’s garden. and maybe you’d go home that night with marks littering your neck, and maybe this time you wouldn’t cover them up, wishing to be able to be public with jake.

☆ SUNGHOON ; goodbye kisses

the first time you and sunghoon kiss is minutes before you leave with your parents for a month long vacation during the summer holidays. the second time is when you get back from your trip, at the last summer party before school starts. you had only seen sunghoon in passing, the house being overfilled with students, but he’d find you when you walked out of the house to leave, tugging at your wrist with flushed cheeks. he’d kiss you under the flickering street lamp, and you’d smile into the kiss, pulling him closer. two years later, this goodbye resembles the one where you first kissed, but this time, you won’t come back a month later, leaving for university on the other side of the country. the kiss is bittersweet as tears roll down your cheeks and sobs leave your mouth. ten months later, you say goodbye again. sunghoon had surprised you by visiting you at university, wanting to tell you in person how he had to go abroad for a skating competition. he’d whisper that he loves you and you’d promise to wait for him, sharing one last kiss before he turns his back to you and walks through the airport gates with his head down and face stained with tears.

☆ SUNOO ; smiley kisses

kissing sunoo is sweet and exciting, like a fresh breath of air. you always find each other when you have good news and the smiles on your faces are ever present when you congratulate the other with a kiss. the giggles that leave your mouth just after having given sunoo a peck are adorable to say the least and he only kisses you back because he can’t resist not doing so. you’re always happy to see him and when he sees you walking towards him with open arms, there’s no way he would refuse you anything. your friends often joke about you two, looking away and faking gagging sounds whenever you steal a kiss, but it never changes the way you look at your boyfriend with stars in your eyes and the biggest smile on your lips. truly, sunoo is just happy to have you there with him and if smiling into the kiss is the perfect way to show it, then so be it.

☆ JUNGWON ; good morning kisses

sleepovers with jungwon were a weekly thing, as being best friends with him meant that your houses were always open for each other. it was impromptu when you kissed, early in the morning while you had just been complaining about this one guy you used to like. jungwon had cut you off with a sleepy voice, asking you why'd you settle for less when he could give you so much. it wasn’t long before you were rolling in your bed, hair messy and lips red from kissing. something jungwon really liked was waking you up on the weekends, your mom letting him in and telling him you were still sleeping, like usual. he’d skip to your bedroom, sitting on the side of your bed and brushing your hair back, smiling at the pout on your face. he’d first kiss your forehead, then your cheeks, then your nose if you’d still not woken up before softly kissing your lips as you’d sleepily hook your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you. maybe if you were lucky, you’d convince him to nap with you but most of the times, he’d drag you out of bed, pushing you to your bathroom to freshen up while he waited for you on your bed, cheeks red and excited to spend the day with you.

☆ RIKI ; sleepy kisses

riki isn’t that fond of physical affection in public so he makes up for it in private. you remember clearly how you two got together, having shared a short kiss right before falling asleep during a sleepover with your group of friends. you and him had been pushed in the corner of the room on a single mattress and with your back to the others, it was the perfect moment to tell him how you felt. from that day on, kisses when one of you is tired is practically the norm. it’s a way of saying “you can rest now, i’ll be here for you” before the other dozes off, or “you can get through it, i’m by your side” when the tiredness is getting too much. it’s especially endearing when you two share the ride back home from school, squeezing each other’s hands and leaning in to kiss the other with a tired gaze. one of you is always awake then, just so neither of you miss your stop. riki would never admit that he prefers being the one awake though, just so that he can admire you and peck your cheek when you’re sleeping on his shoulder.

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