#messy flawed and full of heart ❤️

[herebecritters]

gesthu x hopps real?🥺

Uh…

Hopps belongs to @ickyguts

[loveesiren]

Happy 1500!!!!

Can I get a ✍️ with Seung-Hyun please using "you can touch me, I won't break" pretty pleaseeee

I love your writing! Can't wait to read more ❤️❤️

Thank you bb! <3

Vali's 1500 Celebration (CLOSED)

warnings: nudity I guess

wc: 432

Knowing Seunghyun since childhood meant your lives were permanently intertwined—woven together through scraped knees, first heartbreaks, and secrets in the dark. He had been your anchor in every storm, the arms you collapsed into when the world turned too cruel. He’d held your hand through funerals, breakups, panic attacks—never asking for anything in return. Just there. Always there.

And that was the beautiful part.

But it also made moments like this unbearably complicated.

You sat fully naked on the bed, your breath shallow as his eyes flickered over your bare skin, hesitant and reverent all at once. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched at his sides like he didn’t trust them not to tremble if he touched you. Like touching you would make this moment too real to undo.

“Seunghyun…” you said gently, your voice just above a whisper. “Look at me. Are you okay?”

He blinked, as if pulled from deep thought. His eyes finally met yours, glassy and full of something unspoken. “I… I don’t want to hurt you. Like the others did…” he said softly, like the words physically pained him.

A sad smile tugged at your lips. “You won’t. You never have,” you said, inching closer until your knees brushed his. “You can touch me, Seunghyun. I promise—I won’t break.”

His eyes darted away again, like he was ashamed of the way his body was betraying his caution. “I just… I don’t want to ruin this. Ruin us. We’ve come too far, and if this changes everything—”

“How could it?” you interrupted, your voice thick with emotion. You reached out, cupping his face in your hands, feeling the familiar shape of his cheekbones beneath your palms. “I love you, Seunghyun. I always have. This isn’t some impulsive thing for me. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

You stared into those deep brown eyes that had watched you grow up, seen every version of you—flawed, messy, grieving, joyful—and loved you anyway. “But I only want this if you do.”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, you swore he stopped breathing altogether. Then, in the softest voice you’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “So much… I want this so much.”

Your heart swelled, the weight of years crashing into your chest in one overwhelming beat. You smiled, warm and sincere, laced with relief and love. “Then come here,” you giggled, tugging gently at his shirt as you pulled him into your embrace.

And as he leaned over you, pressing his body against yours, it wasn’t lust that filled the room—it was devotion. Pure, patient, and long overdue.

[allthefoolishdreams]

i just read ur recent chansung fic and i sobbed real tears. I was so immersed in the story i felt all the pain of the characters and jisung was just the worst that it felt like the end wasn’t enough. Im happy he’s with chan but the others? Im still crying for them. How could he break those hearts and never apologised. He got a happy ending but the others were just forced to move on without closure or reconciliation and im just so sad how it came to be. Im sorry im ranting to you right now but i just feel so much emptiness in the ending that im still crying

i'm sorry 😭 i'm glad you were immersed enough in the story to feel so much!! also, don't apologize for ranting, i like hearing peoples thoughts on my writing and you're being polite about it.

i'm going to be honest, i usually write more lighthearted fics, so the whole point of this story was about being complicated and messy and making bad decisions because you're scared, i ended up wanting to explore writing an extremely flawed individual and have the narrative reflect that.

as for how could he break those hearts and not apologize? well, again, i wanted to write something angsty and explore something that wasn't cut and dry. i tried showing that jisung isn't one for apologizing, he'd rather sweep things under the rug and hope for the best (hence why most of the arguments in the fic end in avoidance). sometimes life doesn't offer proper closure or reconciliation, we have to learn to be okay with it. sometimes we're the ones that should offer closure but we don't. also who's to say any of them wanted to reconcile things? who's to say they aren't happy? they aren't "forced to move on", i kept their feelings vague because jisung is keeping his distance. i didn't explain it but i should clear things up and say they stay in the same friend group because of the others despite their history with jisung. also, the story is from jisung's pov, and he is very much an unreliable narrator, so we only see his view of the world, he's the focal point but that doesn't mean the others aren't finding their own happiness even if they don't get apologies, i know that seems shallow because if it doesn't happen within the confines of the fic is it true? maybe i should've expanded and included more concrete details of their side, or had jisung do an apology tour. originally there was going to be an apology scene but it didn't feel right with how the story was shaping out. this is not me trying to be dismissive or say it wasn't relevant etc. because they are important to his story, it's just that the story was about avoidance and i ended up leaning into that aspect

so i completely understand where you're coming from, and i know it leaves things feeling rather hollow, especially in regards to everyone else's story, or that it feels like jisung didn't actually grow, but as it stands, the focus was always about jisung and his issues

i'm sorry that you weren't satisfied with the ending and felt it was empty, but to me its not a full stop ending and its more of a happy moment rather than a concrete happy ending, a step forward so to speak if that makes sense

either way thank you for reaching out, and thanks for reading ❤️

[regensia]

@distopea​ / Enel said . . .

“Is it already a year?” Enel asked, walking side by side with his husband, the sand delicately caressing their feet. They had come on that beach a year ago, celebrating the love they had been sharing for so long, promising to each other they would protect, cherish, and respect the other, until they would become dust once more. Quite a change of heart for someone full of ego, but Enel couldn’t help, his heart had been caught and stolen a long time ago. He intertwined his fingers with the blond, but alas, clumsy as ever, Rocinante was stumbling on a shell and falling in the sand, dragging Enel with him.

He huffed, his blue eyes now focused on the sky, before he looked aside, mesmerized again by the beauty of the man he loved. “I really can’t leave you by yourself.” He scolded gently, the pad of his thumb already caressing his cheek. Enel leaned closer, his hand clipped into the messy locks of his favorite blond, before he kissed him. Soon, the passion would burst like a fire, and while he had no intention to control his hedonism, he shamelessly chased for his tongue, once more surrendering to this infernal tango. 

// happy birthday again my love ❤️ it was impossible not to celebrate it with our first and favorite love birds!

     It all admittedly felt like a dream, this life of being married, of having someone who would remain a constant in his life. It was the oasis in his existence that he had been missing, providing a new meaning and purpose for Rocinante rather than the chains of fate he had known for his whole life. And it still infinitely astounded him that they met arguably on one of the worst days of Enel’s life and they still became as close as they were, exchanging vows privately – one year ago, just as the other said. 

     Cigarette poised between his lips, he only nodded in passive agreement though he felt such similar sentiment, awed that still did the Birkan put up with him. Surely he wasn’t someone easy to be around, much less someone to love as deeply as he did, but even though the messiest times fraught with endless danger did their love hold strong. Toes sunk into soft, warm sand as his hand squeezed the other’s a bit more strongly, fondness emanating from the gesture, right up until something hard and a bit sharp struck his foot.

     He had no hope regarding his klutziness. Soon enough was he peering at the sky, nothing new, but he realized that a hand was still attached to his own. The cigarette had already been forgotten, likely burning itself out somewhere on the sand even as he turned his head to gaze at the other. Just as warm as the sand beneath them was the smile he offered, one that genuinely carried to his eyes. 

     “Sorry,” did Rocinante merely mumble in half-heartedly apology for his clumsy nature, but Enel already knew that. Just like he already knew the other would kiss him and deepen it once the initial tenderness was conveyed. Neither of them minded the other for any perceived flaws; it only made them more complete. Unconditional and unfaltering love was the greatest gift one could have, better than the status of a Celestial Dragon or control of any kingdom or land.