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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college au! draken x reader - exes to lovers (ambiguous)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your ex sitting drunk on your couch pouring his heart out is deja vu of the night he was drunk and ripping out yours

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.8k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alcohol and being under the influence, mentions of draken having an ex girlfriend — but reader is gender neutral

the knocking on your door is incessant, and you know on the other side stands draken, but you want nothing to do with him right now.

not now, not later, not ever.

your ex-boyfriend is determined, however, and he pounds on the surface of your door with more vigor than really necessary at three in the morning. before you lose your damn sanity—and before your neighbors complain and send the cops your way—you swing the door open, staring into his red eyes.

he sniffles, shooting you a tired smile as he sways on his feet.

“h-hey, y/n,” he slurs, leaning on your doorframe to keep himself upright. furrowing your brows, you glance him over—he's drunk. it’s very unlike draken to be drunk at three am on a monday morning, but you suppose the circumstances aren’t exactly in either of your favors right now.

“ken, what do you want?” you sigh. he reaches over, poking your cheek gently, laughing quietly to himself at the feeling of the soft skin against his fingertip.

“ya got cute cheeks,” he chuckles.

“ken. why are you here?” pouting, he shrugs childishly, looking at your pajamas like they’re fascinating.

“dunno,” he smiles at you with a toothy grin. his eyes are crescent moons as they shut closed. “jus’ wanna be where you are,” he winks. and you know he won’t be leaving anytime soon, and you also know you can’t just leave him like this, so you grab his arm and drag him into your apartment, leading him to where the couch is.

“here, drink this,” you murmur, offering him a glass of water you’ve returned with, watching as he gulps it down in a quick motion. you fight the urge to run your finger over his tattoo, or stroke your digits through his hair, or kiss his forehead.

and if you close your eyes, if you take a moment and shove the past month out of your head, it almost feels like normal. it almost feels like draken’s here in your apartment after a party, drunk out of his mind and left in your hands by his friends to be taken care of.

but it’s not like normal.

the reality is that draken isn’t yours anymore, and you’re not sure if you were ever his. and the feeling stings more than any liquor he’s chugged down his throat tonight, but you can’t—won’t—let him see that. letting a guy like draken into your life was mistake number one.

mistake number two would be letting him see how deeply he’s rooted himself into it.

“hey,” he squints, pointing towards your collar. “what’s on your chest?” furrowing your eyebrows, you glance down at your collarbone, gaze meeting the spot he points to.

“it’s nothi—”

“who put that there?” he cuts you off. it’s almost like he’s sobered up now, the flash of hurt in his eyes and the strain in his voice all too obvious as you clear your throat, grabbing the empty glass from his hand and handing him a blanket you’d grabbed.

“it doesn’t matter, ken. you need to go to sleep. and i’ll call someone to come pick you up in the morni—” he interrupts you for the second time, and you think you might pop a blood vessel.

if you haven’t already, that is. you’re not quite sure if it’s safe to say you haven’t.

“who put that hickey on you, y/n?” he asks firmly this time, teeth grit as he glares at the darkened mark on your skin with disgust.

his heart is ripping from within, the slashes finding their way to the surface, and it almost leaves him choking. draken’s made a lot of mistakes when it comes to you, too many more than he should have, too many more than he thinks is forgivable, but one mistake he can’t grant himself is being too late to try.

and it seems he is too late—the symbolized mark of intimacy crowned on your skin almost mocking him.

“why does it matter to you, draken,” you seethe, and the campus nickname bestowed on him coming from your lips so bitterly has him reeling. his hand fists his pants as he clenches his jaw.

it’s too much, he thinks. every day without you is too much, every second his mind wanders to you is too much, every moment someone brings you up is too much, and every time he passes you on the way to class is too much. it’s all too much, and draken doesn’t know how to mend the broken pieces he’s torn himself apart to.

it’s his fault, but still, he craves your arms as safety to fall into, to shield him from his own mistakes, to protect him from the hurt he’s brought onto himself—onto you—and to guide him through how to fix it.

just like you always did before he threw it all away.

“it matters to me because someone touched you, and it wasn’t me,” he barks, and instantly, he regrets it when you recoil. looking at you pleadingly, his eyes beg you to stay, to not retreat, to not end things before they’ve even begun. “i…i just…are you seeing anyone?” he croaks.

“it’s none of your business,” you mutter. you find you can’t stare into his glassy eyes for long, and you also can’t avoid them, so after a few moments, you sigh deeply before adding, “no, i’m not. it was a casual thing,” you mumble.

you pretend not to notice the stress shaking off of him in waves, a sense of relief washing over him visibly.

“good,” he mutters. sighing, you reach over and tug his shirt up, signaling at him to lift his arms over his head. he complies, not saying much as he watches you help him out of his shirt and pants, leaving him in nothing but socks and his boxers. gently pushing him to lay on your couch, you go to cover him in the blanket, but he stops you.

“what are you—”

“do you miss me?” he whispers. “do…do you ever wish i was still with you…or anything?” there’s a sense of vulnerability in draken that you’ve never seen before, and you know your answer to this question has the power to all but shatter him completely. his voice wavers, and the glassiness of his eyes returns.

you can’t lie, so you admit a quiet, “yes. i do miss you sometimes.” he lets out a shaky breath, hand moving to grab yours. he’s still a bit drunk, you can tell by the way he misses the first time, and despite all that your mind screams at you, you can’t help but let your hand into his grasp.

draken will always be a living dream in your heart. he’s everything you’ve ever wanted, and you’d had it in the palm of your hands, but you lost it all too quickly.

you can’t handle the pain of him being wrenched from your hold once more.

“i-i miss you too, ya know,” he sniffles, and a stray tear runs down his cheek. and then another, and another, and another.

and pretty soon, he’s sobbing softly, gripping your hand tightly in your dark living room as he begs you to stay through his eyes.

this was never how things should’ve turned out, but they did, and it’s time you both accept it, you think.

“ken, we haven’t been broken up for long, of course, we’ll miss each other, we’re used to each other’s presence. but it won’t be like this forever,” you sigh, not meeting his eyes.

you don’t have to meet them to know they’re very hurt by your statement.

“how can you say that? i don’t think i’ll ever get over you—”

“i think you were very over me when the videos were going around,” you cut him off, glaring at him fiercely. and this time, it’s your turn to have glossy eyes, staring at him in betrayal. it’s all festered up until this moment, the hurt, the anger, the betrayal, the humiliation.

never in your time together did you think you’d stare in horror at your phone, watch as your boyfriend rambles away about how much you simply weren’t like his ex-girlfriend, how she’s all he thinks about sometimes, how dating you was never going to be like dating her.

and you suppose it was bound to come—the bitter truth. draken has always simply been too good to be true. too good for you, too good for your reality, and too good to believe was ever yours.

“i didn’t mean it,” he pleads, voice laced in despair. “i was drunk,” he tries to reason.

“and you’re drunk right now too,” you bite back bitterly. “who’s to say you mean this? how do i know you won’t just wake up tomorrow morning and not mean a single word of this once you’re sober again?” his lips wobble as he grasps your hand tighter, breath hitching in his throat when you try to pull it away from him.

everything burns, his throat and eyes and heart and lungs, and he just wants you to make it better.

but he doesn’t deserve that.

“i swear i mean it this time,” he pleads, sitting up and grabbing your hand with both of his. the tears spill past both of your cheeks, and it’s bittersweet and ironic all at once.

tears in draken’s eyes had always lead to tears in your own, but it was always because he was a part of you. you’d always been connected to him, always had your heartbeat in sync to the rhythm of his. but now, despite crying together, despite the pain in your hearts being tied to the same weight and crushing your chests, you’re planets away from him, disconnected at every chord.

“you could,” you smile sadly. “you could very well mean it, kenny,” you sniffle. “but that doesn’t always fix everything, does it?”

he closes his eyes, face twisting in pain as tears slip down his cheeks, and even with the twisting sear of agony in your own chest, it hurts more to see the same hold true for draken.

even after everything, your heart beats for him.

“w-what if—”

“please don’t, ken,” you plead. “please don’t hit me with what if’s. i don’t need any more of those, okay?”

“but i don’t wanna lose you,” he shakes his head. “it’s never felt like this, i’ve never broken up with someone and hurt like this. this is different—you’re different.”

“you’re different too, ken,” you say through quivering lips, tugging your hand from his. “you’re way different from who i thought you were.”

you don’t stay long enough to watch the way his face crumbles. he stares after your figure as you walk off to your room, leaving him on your couch with the shattered remains of both of your hearts on your living room floor.

“ken,” you whisper, laying on draken’s chest, the crisp autumn air grazing over your skin as he rubs your arm slowly. humming, he glances down at you, shifting his attention to you as you speak.

“what is it, baby?” your hand runs over his chest, stopping right over his heart. you can feel the beat under your palm, and it’s soothing, the rhythmic thumping somehow always in tune with yours.

“have you ever gotten your heart broken before?” he freezes for a moment before shifting to look back up at the sky as the sunsets. the kiss of the golden hue on his skin makes him look almost surreal, and you wonder during times like these how it is that ryuguji ken is yours.

surely it’s too good to be true—but then he’s tugging you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and rubbing the small of your back. all thoughts fly out your window.

draken is yours, and he gives himself to you each day, hoping you’ll take it and accept it. the thought brings a smile to your face.

“why?” he grins, pinching your nose. “thinking about breaking it for me?” you roll your eyes, moving to slap his chest, but he catches your hand before you do, kissing the inner wrist delicately.

“course not,” you huff. “just curious is all,” you mumble. he hesitates for a moment before sighing, grabbing your hand, and fiddling with your fingers.

“yeah, once,” he speaks quietly. “i never expected it,” he murmurs, lacing your fingers together.

they fit perfectly, you think.

“i don’t think anyone expects it,” you tease gently, hoping to lighten the air some. you wonder who could ever break someone like draken’s heart, how anyone could let him slip past their fingertips. “how’d you get over it?”

“what’s with all the questions, weirdo,” he laughs, poking your forehead. you move to bite at his finger, and the both of you break into a fit of giggles, the sound of his laugh spurring your own chuckles.

he completes you, each action he takes the catapults of yours.

“i wanna know you,” you shrug. “all of you. now answer the question.” shaking his head amused, he presses a gentle kiss to your lips, moving to hover over you. your mind fogs slightly at the proximity.

“i met you,” he mumbles against your lips, pressing his to yours, each kiss stealing your breath from you desperately like you have the oxygen he needs to breathe himself.

“that’s so cliche,” you roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the flutter in your heart at his words.

“what about you?” he questions. “you know all my secrets, let’s hear yours. ever had yours broken?” you shake your head no, looking up at him with trust in your eyes and hope in your heart, blindly handing him pieces of you that you didn’t even know existed.

“no,” you mumble. “never.”

“good,” he grins, and just like that, ryuguji ken extends his arms and lets you place the pieces of yourself into the palm of his hand, letting you trust him wholly. “let’s keep it that way, baby.”

there’s a sudden pounding on your bedroom door that awakens you. jolting up, you look over at the clock, squinting as it reads six am. internally, you groan.

draken is persistent, you have to hand him that, but the swelling of your eyes and the stuffiness of your nose from crying yourself to sleep isn’t exactly the most welcomed. giving in, you sigh, standing up to open the door, greeted with the sight of your determined ex-boyfriend as he looks you in the eye.

“ken, i don’t know what else you want—”

“i realized something,” he interrupts.

“did...did you sleep at all? you look—”

“i love you.” you pause, staring at him with your mouth agape.

“what?” he repeats the phrase, slower this time, grabbing your hands in his own as he presses his forehead to yours, and this time, the roles are reversed.

this time, draken hands you pieces of himself that he’s kept hidden all along, and he’s begging you to accept them, willing you to reach out and let him drop them into your palm.

he needs you to take these parts of him—to make them yours.

“i love you, y/n,” he whispers. “and i hurt you, and ruined everything, and i’m sorry. you should hate me, and it’s okay if you do, but i love you. i need you to know that,” he says firmly.

he’s never told anyone he’s loved them before, and you know how he feels about admitting it out loud, how his childhood and his broken home and perception of love have all but physically blocked the words from leaving his lips, but he’s just uttered them.

to you.

staring at him incredulously, you watch as tears form in his eyes again, slipping down his cheeks while his hands plant themselves to your waist. he pulls you flush against him, and in a swift moment, his lips are on yours, searing and desperate. he pulls away with a sad smile.

“ken—”

“i had to do that just once,” he admits. “you don’t have to say it back,” he whispers, and his lips are still hovering over yours. “just say you believe me. just tell me that much,” he pleads shakily. “i’ll leave and never come back if that’s what you want, but tell me you believe i love you.”

and you do. you don’t know where this moment will take you, you don’t know how you can face the whispers on campus and doubts rooted in your mind, you don’t know what your future has in store for you and draken, you don’t know if the pain is always going to be there—or if it will slowly fade with time and let his arms feel safe again, but you do know one thing.

you love draken, and even if he doesn’t do it right, he loves you.

and if this is your last time in his arms, or the start of something new by his side, whatever the circumstances may be, draken will always carry the pieces of yourself you’ve entrusted in him.

“i believe you, ken,” you murmur. “i love you too.”

the smile he offers you is something of deja vu.

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emergency contact | park sunghoon x reader

prompt: weeks after your breakup, sunghoon finds out that he’s still your emergency contact. pairing: non-idol sunghoon x implied female reader genre: angst with hopeful/happy? ending; second chance romance??; exes to lovers??? word count: 2800 note: i’ve had a cute fic idea that i wanted to write forever…but this is not it. the sad demons have visited me once again. hope y’all enjoy nevertheless and any feedback is much appreciated <3

sunghoon was miserable. 

it had been three weeks, five days, two hours, and thirty-two minutes since the two of you had gone no contact.

he wished he could say he was happy to be single, that he was no longer “locked down” and “whipped” as his friends had always called him. but the so-called “freedom” felt like hell since it meant losing you.

at first, he kept telling himself that time would heal the pain. “it’s natural,” he had repeated like a mantra, “she was your best friend and lover for years.” but no, this heartbreak was inhumane. his desire to see you, apologize endlessly, and spend days holding you until you could feel every ounce of his love was gnawing at his soul. if anything, it got worse by the minute.

he had tried so hard to balance work and the rest of his life, using the excuse several times that he was securing this future for your shared life with him. that one day, you’d be able to reap the rewards of his efforts and live comfortably together without stress.

but what was the use of all of that now? the future he had worked so hard to create was ripped out from his hands by no one other than himself. 

you had accused him of being too busy for you. dates canceled at the last minute, a birthday forgotten, and all the texts left on read had built up to the argument that ended it all. he was always good at fighting, a little too good. he had retorted that you weren’t being supportive, and he was never one to sugarcoat his words. his tongue was sharp, and he did nothing to dull its blade.

but there wasn’t too much yelling on your part, and he thought that that hurt more. he wanted you to fight back, to stand your ground because he knew deep down that he was being the asshole. his toxic thought was that by you fighting back, this meant that you were still fighting for your relationship. but instead, you just stared with silent tears and a blank expression. seeing the indifference in eyes that had previously held so much love was a sight that would stay with him forever. so, in fear of you leaving, he ran instead.

he was a coward, leaving your shared home to run back to the apartment he had still technically owned but hadn’t lived in for more than a year. he locked himself away for a few days, but the realization that you hadn’t attempted to contact him burned more than he could put into words. you were done with him. he had hurt you, had the audacity to be the one to run, and now he had lost you.

he had even run from his job. he couldn’t stand to walk into the same building he stayed in when he forgot dates with you. his coworkers wouldn’t stop asking what happened to him, why he looked so rough. he even found an empty container that had once held lunch you made for him. but his final straw was getting promoted. his first instinct was to call you, but he remembered the sad truth before he could dial. any ounce of pride was washed away with shame in that moment. that same day, he quit without notice.

so there he was: miserable, alone, and unemployed with nothing left to run from but memories. he had spent the last week going through his phone and saving your pictures together in a locked album. he wouldn’t dare delete them, but he couldn’t stomach looking at you either.

he wished he could get drunk and sleep away the pain. he had tried, he definitely did - but that night, he dreamt of you. you were smiling at first, eyes ever full of love. you were speaking, yet he couldn’t hear you. but he could see how your words started to gradually look sadder, and slowly, tears started to fall as your grin dropped. he woke up that next morning crying with the conclusion that he would have to face this heartbreak sober.

but another day of scrolling through albums had stopped abruptly when he saw the notification that changed everything.

SOS i called emergency services from this approximate location after my watch detected a hard fall. you are receiving this message because i have you listed as my emergency contact.

sunghoon had to remind himself to breathe.

he had purchased that watch for you as a “just because” present months ago. you had complained of bad sleep and he wanted you to use it as a way to track your slumber. he hated seeing you tired. he knew that the watch had a fall detection function, but it had never been used before.

his heart was in his stomach as he went to his favorite contacts page and selected your name for the first time in weeks.

“please,” he begged, all notion of running away from you leaving his brain, “pick up please.”

but you just weren’t answering. so he tried again and again and again.

for a moment while the line attempted to connect, he wondered if this was how he had made you feel for months - desperate for a sliver of attention from him. but instead, he was desperate for a sign of life.

finally, after about two minutes of trying to reach you, his body moved of its own accord. before he knew it, his car keys were in his hands and he was out the door.

the car ride there might have been the worst part. the speed at which he drove at almost defied the laws of physics. other drivers were cursing at him but he wasn’t registering anything except the thought of your safety. he just needed to get to you.

why did he run? why didn’t he try to talk it out? if he was so afraid of losing you, why did he do the one thing that would guarantee that? he should have been there like he promised to be from the beginning. you would have been safe with him.

when he pulled up to the house you had shared for so long, he suddenly felt the world slow down. why were emergency services there? you should’ve canceled them by now.

he had to double park as the ambulance was blocking the driveway. why were they here?

the emts and police had arrived at the same time as him, which both increased his anxiety and soothed him. for one, that meant he had been quick enough. but why did you need them?

“sir, do you know–” an officer had approached him as he stumbled to the front door. all he could understand was your name. why were they asking if he knew you? of course he knew you. you, the love of his life. you, his soulmate by every meaning of the word. you were you. and you were safe.

as if sensing his distress, he felt an emt worker pull him to the side as the same officer prepared to break down the door. seeing this, sunghoon finally returned to his senses.

“w-wait! sorry, i have a key.” sunghoon’s hands were shaking. the only way that door had unlocked was by pure muscle memory because he didn’t understand what he was doing at all.

as soon as the door opened, sunghoon tried to step in. finally, he was close to you. 

the officer, however, pulled him back.

“sir, you should wait here. we need to make an initial search before you can go in.”

“what, why? if she’s in there, i want to see–”

“sir, it’s just in case we find something we wouldn’t want you to see.”

all of sunghoon’s hesitation and fear went out the window at those words. his body flew automatically as he ran inside.

he screamed your name as he rushed in, ignoring the yells of the police officers who followed him in. as it had been for almost four weeks, his only thought was you. he just needed you.

he checked the ground floor first, eyes scanning the open space in less than a second as his body avoided an officer trying to grab him. sunghoon then moved to the staircase, long legs prepared to skip steps to reach you. then suddenly, he heard the voice his ears had been longing for,

“sunghoon?!”

his head shot up. there you were, finally. he saw the sadness, confusion, and fear all flash your face as you registered the emergency workers behind him. you looked exhausted and unruly, but he had never felt more in love.

he didn’t even remember climbing the steps, but suddenly he was at the top of the staircase and you were in his arms. 

you could feel him trembling as he held you. you took his face into your hands to look at him, “sunghoon? what’s wrong? why are you here? is it my parents? is someone hurt?” you watched as his mouth opened but no words came out. after a few seconds, one of the officers spoke from the bottom of the steps,

“ma’am, we received an alert from your device that a hard fall had occurred.”

suddenly, you understood everything. taking sunghoon’s hand gently, you led him down the stairs, afraid he’d fall from shock. he followed you silently, but his grip tightened seemingly with every step.

that’s when you noticed your shattered watch on the third step.

you let sunghoon go and you could hear his deep breath when you did. you picked up the watch and offered it up to the officer as an explanation, “i’m sorry officer, it looks like there’s been a misunderstanding…”

the officer nodded in understanding, and dismissed the emts, “got it, ma’am. we will still need a formal report for our records since this was registered as an emergency call.” he motioned to your couch as he took out a pen and paper.

you reached for sunghoon’s hand once more and led him to sit with you. in the moment, you knew he needed you more than you would ever understand. so, as you explained to the officer, you held his trembling hand, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb.

“i was doing laundry here downstairs and had taken off my watch to prevent it from getting wet,” you recounted, “i put it on top of the basket of clothes that i took upstairs. i remember tripping a little going up the stairs - i didn’t fall, but that must’ve been when the watch fell."

"what about your phone, where is it? i'm sure your boyfriend must've tried to call you."

sunghoon slowly nodded at that, turning to look at you. you smiled sheepishly, "i left it upstairs and it was on silent while i folded the clothes. i’m so sorry for the inconvenience.”

after finishing up your statement, the remaining officer prepared to leave. as he walked out the door, he gave a soft smile to the both of you,

“glad to see it was a false alarm, ma’am. you had this gentleman quite worried - ran so fast i couldn’t even grab him!” the officer laughed, “you two have a nice day now! sorry about your watch, though!”

after he shut your door, the silence enveloped your home. you closed your eyes and breathed deeply to prepare to speak to your ex-boyfriend. but as soon as you opened them, sunghoon started to cry softly.

he hugged you tighter than he ever had, and soon enough, his face was buried in your neck. his cries were silent, but you could feel his body shaking as his tears soaked your shirt.

“sunghoon…” you started, stroking his back, “i’m sorry i worried you, honey.”

you knew you shouldn’t be calling your ex pet names, especially an ex that had run from you without properly ending the relationship. but your heart still held so much love for him that it flowed out naturally. and you knew he was crying from more than just worry, so you doubt he minded at all in the moment.

his crying slowed down as his arms took to loosely wrapping around your waist instead. he pulled away from your neck to rest his forehead on yours. from this angle, you could see his swollen eyes and red nose - a sight so rare in all the years you had dated. he was never a crier after all.

but memories of several late-night conversations rushed your mind. he always said his number one fear was your death, and now you could see he had never lied about that.

he could see your mind go elsewhere so he called your name softly, “don’t say you’re sorry. i’m so happy, these are relieved tears. and i just really, really missed you.” he croaked out. you knew he had more to say, so you just nodded, letting him go on.

“and i’m sorry, baby. for everything. i shouldn’t have run, i shouldn’t have tried to egg you on to fight me back. i shouldn’t have even fought anything you said that night. you were right. i didn’t prioritize you. in my attempt to secure you for life, i let you go instead. i’m so sorry, i never wanted to break up.” he was rambling in earnest now, afraid that no words would make you take him back.

you listened quietly as he went on for a few minutes after that, hand continuing to rub his back, “i know honey, i know.”

“baby, you need to understand that i almost died thinking you almost died today,” you could’ve laughed at how dramatically he spoke, “i couldn’t breathe right thinking that our last conversation could’ve been an argument. that you wouldn't have ever known just how deeply i love you and need you. i have so much regret for how i treated you, but if you’d give me the chance, i have all the time in the world to make it up to you…let’s go on that vacation i promised you. we can leave tomorrow if you’d like.” he smiled hopefully at you.

“hoon,” his heart soared at the use of his beloved nickname, “what do you mean? don’t you have work? can you really leave with such short notice?”

“i quit my job.”

“excuse me?”

“no job that made me work that much is worth it. i’ll find one with better work-life balance…after our vacation. if that’s what you still want of course…” he spoke more quietly, as if afraid of rejection.

you sighed. you really should be realistic with this - you two had been broken up for a few weeks at that point. you knew the love was still there, but was this a good decision?

while there was still some hesitation on your part, you couldn't help but notice how gingerly he held you. his arms were still around your waist loosely, yet there was something desperate about their hold. you knew he was holding back from hurting you - you could tell how tightly he wanted to hug you.

he was so shaken up at the idea of you being hurt that he rushed over there despite the two of you not being on speaking terms. for someone who had trouble communicating how he felt sometimes, you knew his actions spoke louder than words. he always acted brave, but there was so much he feared. and you knew losing you was always at the top of this list.

you could also feel how he was simply soaking in the sight of your face. his eyes were shy, yet determined. he wasn't going to risk missing another second of staring at you. a part of you grew conscious, but you knew he was just taking in what he had missed for weeks.

“what about…” you started and almost giggled at how he perked up, “we take it slow - another two weeks or so to talk everything out and relax? to get us to a good place again before you hold me hostage in some foreign country?”

sunghoon smiled softly, kissing your forehead. you leaned in naturally to his warmth, to his touch that you missed so much. “that sounds like a great idea, love.” he spoke, “we’ll get you a new watch too. and i’ll do all the itinerary planning and packing whenever you’re ready, okay? i love you.”

“okay. and i love you too. can’t wait to enjoy your unemployment with you for now!”

one smile and nod from you had him taking you into his arms once more, relishing in your being. he was back where he belonged. he had experienced the scariest reminder ever that he needed you, and sunghoon was never letting you go now.

I need more Dragon Ball friends 😭

Seriously, I need more people to nerd out about DB and AUs and OCs and ships 😭😭

If anyone out there likes detailing AUs, OCs, and ships like Kakavege and OC-related ships, hmu 😭🙏

The seekers part 1

I’m back again with posting art I’m not gone! I’m just working on the animation rn hehehe. Ok so the seekers baby! As y’all can see they all pretty much look the same, and that’s because they’re all based of star scream! They’re not clones of them but more of star being the prototype. So the seekers all belong of a trine, which is like a sibling trio, and with that they can swap their abilities amongst each other!

where all my sope enthusiasts at ??

The goldfin fight scene was so beautifully animated LIKE OH MY GOODNESS

@ur-dad-satan you’ll have to fight me for him first!!

I love you A but The Great Mammon is MINE

prompt : you have a nightmare (mammon version)

Feeling you cling to him shaking, Mammon's heart softens , his protective instincts kicking in with full force. He holds you securely, providing a steady anchor for your trembling form.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against the storm of your emotions. "I've got ya, okay? Ain't nothin' gonna harm ya while I'm around."

With gentle reassurance, he rubs comforting circles on your back, hoping to ease the tension coiled within your body. His own heartbeat matches the rhythm of yours, a silent promise of solidarity and support.

"You're safe now," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I won't let anyone hurt ya, I swear."

In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, Mammon's devotion shines bright, a beacon of unwavering loyalty and love amidst the darkness. He holds you close, determined to shield you from any harm that may come your way, now and always.

When did this happen, dear God have mercy on my heart 

the cutest gift 💝

Social interaction comes naturally for everyone else while I’m just here calculating the possible outcome of everything I say and holding myself back from saying shit and then regretting saying something or accidentally cutting someone off and talking about myself too much when I’m just showing that I relate and I try to start conversations and I start them with something about me and I sound bitchy and when I try starting them asking a person something about them or something else they just answer and don’t keep the conversation going and I laugh weird and at inappropriate times that seem funny but are obviously not and I jump from conversation to conversation and then I start a conversation and I don’t ven make sense to myself and I say something that I think but I try not to make it sound hurtful and it sounds really weird and I keep talking to explain myself but I’m horrible at doing that so it gets eve more awkward I hate my life so damn much why are people like this

where do I sign up to participate in the innocent bulge nuzzling to drooly facefucking pipeline

*Kicks down the door as fog from the other room clears up behind me*

hey

Where the Polyhatz at

Greetings from the Mithraeum !!

it’s always summer v winter bitches fighting for their life, where are the spring/autumn girlies, the moderate temperatures crowd, the transition period aficionados, the ‘sun is shining but the wind’s cold’ connoisseurs, the ‘decay and rebirth of nature’ devotees

Hi, I’m so sorry I only just saw this!!!! Tumblr is terrible at sending me notifications hnnnnnng

ajsjaksjdjdkdkyddyh This is so moving and I’m absolutely floored that my story impacted you that much 😭💖 Like, legit your comment has made my entire year!!!!!!

I did 100% design Charon to be an existential horror story. SOMA messed me up for years after I played it, and Charon gave me an opportunity to explore some of those themes in a different sandbox with different stakes. I’ve always liked horror, particularly when it’s used in subtle ways to complement other genres, and I tried to do that a bit with this story

Thank you so much for reading and letting me know your thoughts!!!! 💖💖💖

@vapewraith

(sorry for my bad English. I just wanted to send you a small ‘thank you’ ask but then I wrote 400 words and tumblr character limit pisses me off so here I am)

I fucking love Charon it makes me look stupid  I’m so mad about how much Charon is breathtaking and awe-inspiring and brilliant and OVERWHELMING I just- I think sometimes it was really too much. I cried a lot… 

Dan was my favourite character, I projected a lot onto him, when he was resurrected I was really upset and cried hard. I’m so so so MAD about their decision to make him live, it’s so egoistical and yet so human and real… when rk900 said it was to help Gavin getting through his new cyborg life I was like ‘no wft Gavin please tell him something’ but NO Gavin was ok with that because Dan ‘deserves a new possibility’. Then Dan woke up and the first thing he did was CRY AND ASK WHY DAMMIT. It made so emotional…

  I remember that when Gavin was imprisoned I had to take a break. It was 3am or something and I couldn’t read more because my eyes hurt but my brain was awake so I couldn’t stop myself – Anyway when Gavin was brainwashed for the second time I had to slow down because it was too scary. I’m not used to read horror stories (and I’m not even sure you define your story as ‘horror’) but I really think it is. I was scared because it was all so unpredictable. Their pain was R E A L.

I felt what Gavin was feeling, his loneliness, his anger, everything. At first I couldn’t believe he was killed. I. Couldn’t. But he was and it was AMAZING.

I couldn’t predict what would happen. How could Gavin, who hates androids, became an android? I thought RK900 would save Gavin. But Gavin had to save his ass himself. That’s sadist. I like that.

And the ending? Wonderful. I would have NEVER expected that. I had to numbly read about Gavin and rk900 killing the criminal. It was so socially and ethically wrong (at least to me) that I was shocked. 

Thank you really I just want to thank you for /how much/ I felt reading your masterpiece. I wish it was a book so when people ask me what my favorite book is I could tell them it’s Charon