#but i'm still in love w/ him hehehehehe

[astrxealis]

40 mil is the highest points i've had for gw ever tbh so i am proud of myself so far <3 also !! almost rank 175 >;D

anyways hi just small update/rambles uhm. i've been more productive w school but also school ew !!! and 6.3 is so fucking soon holy shit i am not ready at all & i hope this week i can finally start omori and/or p4g <33

[sunshine-scented]

Helloo again, I wanted to thank you for making my last request, i loved it <33 I don't know if it's still accepting requests, if not it's ok you can just ignore it ^^, but if so, I could make a hcs of wukong, macaque and nezha with your wife s/o dragon (again sorry kk i love dragons) pregnant? I imagine dragons are like rabbits and have lots of children, how would they react if your wife wanted more children after she had already given birth to her first child? having nsfw along, sorry if it's too much can just ignore ;w;

Sora!!!! I love these dragon requests so much oh my gosh I'm obsessed!!! (Also, thanks for adding Nezha, now I can finally brainrot about him hehehehehe~)

❀ Dragon Family ❀

: Dragon s/o wants more babies!! Give the big scary dragon her babies!!!!!

: Sun Wukong, Macaque, Nezha x fem!reader

: Fluff and a generous amount of Smut :))

Sun Wukong

• would absolutely agree with you, a hundred percent

• he has so many monkey friends so he's used to taking care of multiple things

• and if it makes his wife happy??? It's already an immediate yes from him

• like, you didn't even have to try to convince him

• he's already planning the names of the babies as you speak

• excited to see more children run around the mountain

• suddenly, he's not so lonely anymore

• sobbing

Wukong carefully set you down on the bed, his lips catching yours in a heated kiss as you wrap your arms on his neck. He trails his hands on your waist and softly starts to grind against you.

You tugged on his hair making him groan and bite your lip as he lets go to stare into your eyes "My beautiful wife" he takes one of your hands and places a chaste kiss on your knuckles "My oh so precious wife"

You giggled at his affectionate behavior making him smile, he leaned in towards your ear biting against your skin, gently pulling it with his teeth making you shiver and moan out his name.

"I'm gonna pump you up with my children yeah? Gonna make you look so full of me, and only me~♡"

Six eared Macaque

• he's a little hesitant to agree with you

• he's not used to taking care of something so...fragile

• and yet you want more??

• that's what he tells himself, yet that look on your face as you ask him over and over again made him double take

• the sight of you kneeling down before him, your hands hugging his waist as you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours

• heavens, save this poor man

• eventually, he agrees to your requests

• with a small price of all your time tonight~

"Ahn~ Macaque.." you whined as he pinned your hands over your head, his tongue licking your neck and biting your delicate skin against his fangs, a low chuckle was heard from him.

"What's wrong? Isn't this what you asked of me, Darling~?" His suave voice made your knees weak as he picked you up and placed you on the kitchen table, squeezing your thighs and capturing your lips in a sloppy, messy kiss.

He groans at your warmth and how willing you are to give all of your being to him, sends shivers down his spine as he pulls out and stares into your half lidded eyes. He smirked and slapped your thigh, erupting a moan from you

"Shh, quiet now. Our little baby is sleeping, we wouldn't want to wake them up from their precious nap now would we~"

Nezha

• AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

• sorry that's my bad

• anyways, he's similar to Macaque

• he has both the map of the samadhi fire and the jade emperor to protect, both of which isn't an easy job to do as it is

• but you're just so irresistible ♡

• and a huge tease

• surely, you would gladly take responsibility of the absolute mess you made him to be, no?

You started to grind you hips onto his lap, making cute little sounds right beside his ear as you felt him take a breath to try and calm himself down, he's just so adorable

He suddenly grabbed your waist in a tight hold making you gasp as he took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth in a sloppy wet kiss, you hummed his pleasure as you start to trail your hands onto his chest.

You tugged and pulled on his hair near his scalp making his breath hitch as he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths "You're playing a dangerous game, (Name)" he breathlessly whispered to you with a furrowed brow.

Yet you licked your lips and started you caress his thigh and leaned in closer to him "I know, I just want to know if you're strong enough to play with me~" you mocked a baby voice on him as he finally snapped, grabbing a fistfull of your hair and pulled your head facing upwards making you moan as he started biting onto your exposed neck.

"Lucky for you, I love a good challenge~"

No I don't have favoritism, what are you even going on about silly

[starjaeyun]

PINK !

— hanamaki dyes his hair pink when he finds out that it's your favorite color

includes! hanamaki takahiro x fem! reader

warnings! profanity, the seijoh 4 are in their 1st year in this

note! i'm not too sure whether or not pink-brown is hanamaki's natural hair color but i came up with this little delusion and i invite all of u to join me in it 😘😻❤ and i definitely did not write this because i am obsessed w/ pink hehehehehe 🥰

friday

hanamaki hates the color pink. and the whole volleyball club was well aware of this, especially his fellow 1st years. he made sure to remind them how much he hates that color whenever they told him that he would look good in it.

"makki! are you still considering to dye your hair? there's a new salon that just opened up recently! we should check it out, i read great reviews about it online!" now that oikawa brought it up he remembers that he was yet to pick a color to dye his hair into

"yeah, i am. though i'm not sure about the color yet" he explains, "and no i will not dye it pink" he adds upon seeing the similar expression the other three had

"i don't blame you for not wanting to dye it pink" iwaizumi starts, "i heard pink is a hard color to look good in"

oikawa raised his brow, "and where did you hear that? knowing you, you're not the type to look such things up"

"y/n told me about it"

of course, they were also well aware of hanamaki's huge crush on iwaizumi's classmate, whom he met on their first day of volleyball practice when she gave iwaizumi his water bottle that he left in their classroom

"nice try, not gonna work this time" hanamaki flashed him a sarcastic smile and continued munching on his onigiri

"i'm not kidding though. that woman is obsessed with pink even i'm starting to think her blood is pink and glittery"

monday

hanamaki makes his way to the gym, still sleepy and not fully awake for morning practice. he hears a group of people, obviously the rest of seijoh, talking so loudly inside. he yawns, "why do they sound more energetic than usual?"

and it was like he was showered with ice cold water when he opened the doors. because what the fuck were you doing there? and happily chatting with the coaches?!

"YOU DYED YOUR HAIR WITHOUT ME?!" oikawa's loud and annoying— as described by iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki— voice echos through the gym

matsukawa and iwaizumi bursts out laughing, "and don't you hate pink?" oikawa, who was now pouting, adds

at his words, you let out an offensive gasp, "hanamaki hates pink?!" now you were starting to walk towards him along with the other first years, "but why?! pink suits you! i told iwa-chan many times that pink would suit you!"

hanamaki doesn't know where all his nervousness went but he was thankful that it decided to leave, "ah...i don't really hate it, i think it's alright"

the trio looks at him with a raised brow, "you told us last friday that you hate—" hanamaki coughs to interrupt matsukawa's sentence and as if luck was on his side, coach mizoguchi called for you to come over the benches

"what's she doing here?" he asked as he watched your retreating figure, "she applied for as our manager" iwaizumi explains while still giving hanamaki a judging look

"could you guys quit looking at me like that?!"

hanamaki hates the color pink

"we've been convincing you to dye your hair pink for more than a month and one mention of y/n-chan loving pink was all it took for you to actually dye it pink?!" oikawa's complains fell on deaf ears as they walked to their teammates

hanamaki hates the color pink. but if he had to dump pink paint all over himself for you to notice him, he would gladly do so

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[emeritus-fuckers]

Hope you're feeling better! How about Young Nihil and Reader both having a slow chill night? He's playing guitar for them and they have a nice night of making out and love making? Or the other scene could be making dinner for the reader and he ends up nearly burning the kitchen down. Hehehehehe.

An evening with Young Papa Nihil

He/him pronouns used for Nihil.

You could hardly contain the nervous energy that pulsed through you. You reached your hand up and knocked on the door to the Papal quarters. You'd not been dating long and Nihil had decided to cook you a meal.

He opened the door and you noticed that he wasn't wearing his Papal paints. He was dressed in black flared jeans and a pale pink shirt.

"Hey there, gorgeous. Lookin' good." He said with a large grin, stepping aside to let you in.

You settled on the sofa, breathing in the smell of fried onions.

"What are we having?" You ask excitedly (although just a tad bit concerned about his cooking skills) as Nihil settles on the sofa next to you.

"Burgers." He said then pressed a kiss to your lips. "I normally make pasta, but I wanted to try something different."

"Sounds good. Don't you need to get back to the cooking, though?"

"I'm just leaving it to preheat, it's gonna fine, babe." He shrugged, eyes focused on you with a dopey look. You giggled a bit, leaning it to give him a short, sweet kiss.

You could taste the strawberry daiquiri he was drinking. Any plans Nihil had of offering you a drink evaporated as he tangles his hand in your hair. The kiss becoming more and more passionate as you moved closer, pressing your body to his.

... And then you felt the smell of burning plastic and pull back.

"Nihil, the food!"

His eyes widened as he lept up, running through to the kitchen. You followed, noticing a slight haze in the air.

He threw open the kitchen door, you both froze in horror. There was actual smoke above you head. On the stove, two frying pans held only flames a meter high.

"I-I thought..." Nihil stuttered in shock. "It said preheat before putting the burgers in!"

You acted fast, placing a lid over each pan and turning the heat off. The acidic stench in the air making you cough, so you pushed open the window, letting the air in the room clear out.

"The oven." You said with a splutter. "You preheat the oven... Please tell me you didn't leave pans with just oil in them...?"

You looked at him, fortunately, he wasn't hurt in any way. Well, maybe except his pride. He got the very wrong idea that he put so much effort in, just for you.

You smiled affectionately, placing a hand on his cheek.

"It's alright, baby, it doesn't matter. We can still have a nice night. Next time maybe stick to something you normally cook? I look forward to trying your Italian side." you said with a flirty wink.

Nihil just sighed with a sad look on his face. His expression so pathetic it broke your heart into pieces. He tried so hard, he wanted to impress you and he ended up almost burning down his kitchen.

You kissed all over his face, guiding him out of the kitchen to sit on the couch again as you made yourself comfortable on his lap, minding his knees, since's he's been complaining about flare-ups recently.

You pulled him close, letting him hide his face in your chest. You knew he liked that, it would bring him some much needed comfort. He was a pitiful man, really. Going through so much tragedy in his life and never really learning how to cope, only now starting to actually heal with you in his corner.

"How about you teach me some more guitar, hm?"

He held onto you a bit more tightly before nodding, still in your chest. You let him take as much time as he needed to recharge. As much as he loved being a star on stage, he was also stared at all the time, without a single break, back at the Ministry. This was why he ran away when he was younger, only to get pulled back into it all again.

It was a mess, honestly. His entire life. But fortunately, he found you, slowly helping him to get better.

"Wanna go to that one spot?"

He asked after a while, and you nodded, getting both your jackets as he grabber his beloved acoustic guitar and a blanket. You both ended up hitting a fast food joint, getting food to go. You drove the car, heading to one of the most cliche places imaginable. That one place overlooking the Hollywood sign from all those crappy romantic comedies.

You just sat in the backseat, doors open as he played a soft tune to you as you ate some of the fries you still had, feeding him one every once in a while. It was nice, seeing him like this. Away from everything he always had to worry about. Just there, chilling in the moment with you.

Just the two of you, together. Enjoying the peace.

Needless to say, you loved evenings like this.

~

Written by Nyx and Nosferatu.

Taglist: @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @nuntia @dio-niisio @ethereal-maniac @mamacarlyle @firefirevampire @mybotanicaldemise @emo-mess @natoncesaid @kirschface

[megbanned]

Okay, you didn't have to go so hard on Evil!Dapper N's design. My boy is absolutely dripped out! (I absolutely love his new designs!)

Can I kiss him?

I DIDN'T SAY THAT! (I'm joking around here)

xDDDD! At least he still has some of his clothes from the first design Hehehehehe YES!?!? XDDDDD

Glad you like it! Apologies for responding late ;w;

[mandomaterial]

Forgotten pt.7

Pairing: Tonowari × Metkayina!Reader

Wordcount: 3k

Warnings: medical stuff, needles, unconsciousness, angst? Idk it doesn't seem angst to me-

Notes: Hiii this chapter doesn't have that much going on and the next ones should get a little better heheh maybe a liiittle more angst

hehehEHEHE anyway, please leave a comment cus i love chatting with u guys!! And i might make a few polls about whatever- how do u guys like Mr. Matthew? I dont wanna to spoil my plans so i won't say anything-

Pic not mine, credit to the owner!

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Spider's footsteps echoed through the corridor as he made his way to your cell to visit you. He wanted to tell you that you would be moved to a new room; a better one; a more comfortable one. He was really happy that he could help you in this way, it wasn’t much but he was sure that you would like the change of scenery. As he got closer, the atmosphere shifted and he could feel that something wasn’t right. Quickly he jogged over to the control pad of your cell and unlocked it. The doors opened with the usual sound of metal scraping against metal but once he looked inside, it was empty.

Instantly panic flooded his senses, eyes blown wide and mind racing. Where were you?! What happened?! His eyes were fleeting across the room back and forth for at least two minutes. When he was absolutely sure that you weren’t in the room and that his mind wasn’t just playing tricks on him, he sprinted out of the room. He had no idea where he was running to so he just went where his bare feet took him. Circling the building, he looked in every room; anywhere he could think of, but you were nowhere to be found. His heart sank and he didn’t know what to do. He liked you, he found comfort in your presence and he didn’t want anything bad happening to you. Even though it was already horrible enough that you were being held captive in this place.

He sank to the floor and thought about what he should do now, hugging his knees and resting his head on them in silence. Just then he heard a pair of shoes clacking through the hallway. He didn’t bother moving, they’d just walk past him anyway, so he just sat there in silence. The two people came closer and closer, their voices also becoming clearer. They were talking about something and they seemed so excited about it as well. At least something was going right there. As they passed by him, he caught a few words that made his blood run cold.

“…I know right? I can’t believe that they just started. I heard that she’s been here for weeks already!” One said. “Well, maybe they just didn’t get the green light until now. What are they doing in there with her?” the other responded. “Not sure. I'm not qualified enough to work directly with the boss man Matthew, but he’s got her hooked up to lots of stuff so that she doesn’t go feral again.”

“She went feral?” “Yeah, started banging and scratching the one-way mirror. Scared the surveillance crew half to death.” the scientist chuckled when she saw the stunned look on her friend’s face. Spider’s eyes were blown wide in shock, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You were at the lab?

Not even thinking about it, he stood up and made a few hurried steps to catch up with the still-talking pair. He grabbed the woman’s arm to get her attention “Where in the lab are they keeping her?” He asked with a cold voice. The woman was pretty surprised and stuttered out the answer “W-when you go in, on the right there’s a sealed room. That’s where.” Spider let go of her and spared the two no second glance. His mind was set on finding you, and no one would stop him.

His feet carried him along the familiar path to the lab. Why didn’t he think of checking here? It doesn’t matter now anyway. He stopped right in front of the large door that led to the lab, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He didn’t know the passcode, what was he going to do now? Just then it opened and gave him quite a scare, not expecting that at all. He took a couple of steps back to let a few of the scientists pass him and then swiftly snuck in, hoping that no one noticed him. The lab was bustling with people, a slightly blue-toned light illuminated the room, making it look very sciency. Spider tried to clear his senses as he kept an eye out for the sealed room the lady from before told him about.

His bare feet made almost no sound as he turned to the right, hoping to see a new door pop up, and there it was. It looked quite ominous as if something frightening was hiding behind it. He approached it to see if he could open it, but no such luck. Looking up a little he found a small glass window that would let him look inside if he were tall enough. He huffed and got on his tip-toes to sneak a glance. Spider couldn’t see much, but he did see a man in a long white lab coat that was blocking his view. The man had his back turned to him and was looking at something on a large metal table. That’s when he noticed the large turquoise limbs hanging off it. He let out a little gasp as the man moved to the side.

It was you. Motionless, as if you were unconscious. Tubes were sticking to your arms and wires stuck on your chest, lots of machines making obnoxious noises as they tracked everything in your body. A mask was covering your face, so that you wouldn’t suffocate, and your hands were tied together with one of those orange slap bracelets. You looked miserable. The man in the lab coat came back into sight and he was holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid. He held it needle up and pushed down on it slightly so that there was no air in it. He took a few steps closer to you and just as he was about to inject it into your left shoulder, Spider started banging on the door. He couldn’t simply watch that creepy doctor inject you with some strange liquid! The doctor dropped the needle in surprise and whipped his head around to see who had disturbed him.

The doctor didn’t recognize the boy, but something about the boy intrigued him. He sighed and picked up the syringe, quickly disposing of it, now that it wasn’t sterile anymore. He took off his latex gloves and tossed them in the trash before walking over to the door and holding his key card against the pad, unlocking it. The door opened with a mechanical hiss and left no barrier between the two, the atmosphere stilled as they stared each other down. Spider didn’t back down as the man took a step closer to him, trying to intimidate him. The doctor sighed and ripped his temples with one hand.

“Can I help you?” He asked with a gentle voice. Not a second later Spider replied “What are you doing with her?”, while having a stern look on his face.

“Well at the moment, not too much. I’m just running a few tests, you know, this and that.” The doctor shrugged. He seemed all too calm about this situation and that made Spider freak out a little. How could he just run tests and experiment on her? Spider huffed and pushed the doctor aside as he made his way past him and into the room. The doctor didn’t even try to stop him as he walked closer to you. His fists balled as he took in the sight. You were barely breathing as you lay motionless on the cold metal table. You looked so different as if the life had been sucked out of you. Your face looked calm but at the same time miserable. Your hair was a mess, probably from how you were handled by the scientists. Spider raised his hand and touched your hair. It wasn’t the same style as when you arrived. He remembered the day you changed it, he had been with you after all. It had been a fun day, the two of you talked about the differences in hair maintenance between the clans. Braids were common for both but they were styled differently. You showed him how you braided your hair and told him stories about how you’d try out different styles on your daughter. She had such lovely hair, thick and curly; it took quite a while to do her hair. That day, you chose to mimic her favorite style, the front in several snug braids and the back open and flowy. Of course, you put your own twist into it and braided a few open strands that rested in front and behind your ears. When you showed Spider the finished product he couldn’t help but smile.

Seeing it so carelessly treated made his heart harden. These people didn’t acknowledge or respect anything you did. He whipped his head around to face the doctor, who was leaning against a wall and observing, giving him a death stare as he asked “Why isn’t she awake?”

The doctor pushed himself off the wall and walked to the boy, putting his hands in his crisp lab coat pockets. “Well, you know as well as me that she won't cooperate, so I have to keep her sedated. A shame actually, would’ve loved to get reactions from her. But, oh well, what else can I do.” He said it so casually as if he wasn’t keeping a living being from living a proper life. Hearing this made a fire start in Spider's heart. You couldn’t live like this? Your body would wither away, and what would happen to your baby? He had to do something to help you, but he had no idea what to do. So he just started talking to the doctor.

“How will she stay alive? Won't she starve?”

“You see that bag over here?” He pointed to a plastic bag that hung over your right shoulder, a tube being connected to your forearm. Spider nodded and the man continued “In there there’s everything her body needs to survive, so technically she doesn’t need to be conscious for as long as I need.

“What? You can't do that! She’ll die!” He cried. He didn’t want you to stay like this.

“Well I’ve been thinking of different ways to keep her calm myself, so maybe I’ll give her tranquilizer pills or something like that. Why are you so concerned about her? She your friend or somethin’?”

Spider averted his questioning gaze and replied “I know her. And you can't keep her here. It’s not healthy in her condition-“ he quickly shut his mouth. He shouldn’t have mentioned anything about you baby. What would he do if he found out? But it was too late. The doctor kept staring at him “What condition… tell me.” He gripped the boy’s shoulder and forced him to meet his eyes.

Spider wanted to smack himself for being so stupid- but that didn’t matter right now, he had to find a way to get out of this.

“Nothing, forget it.” He shook it off. “You can’t keep her here- like this. Take all those things off and let her go. You don’t need her.” He tried convincing the tall man. The man silently walked around the metal table, carefully tracing his fingers along your arm “Now why would I do that? She’s completely different- a new species and I get to discover her secrets,” he gripped your shoulder “and with her DNA we can grow new avatars, but those would be adapted to the ocean. That’s all great isn’t it, huh?” He grinned “So why would I want to stop all that? Maybe there’s something you can tell me, hmm?” The strange man had a dangerous jet playful look in his eyes and Spider realized that he’d been backed into a corner. If he wanted to help you, he had to tell the doctor about your child. Maybe he would show some sympathy.

Spider sighed, put on a brave face, and pressed his lips into a thin line. This could turn your fate for the better or the worse, it was quite risky to let go of this information. But he didn’t have a choice. His eyes met the doctor’s and he stood up straighter, trying not to show any weakness “She’s pregnant.”

Spider expected a reaction but he was met with silence. The two of them stared at each other for a few moments until the doctor broke the silence. “Well this changes things.” he said as he crossed his arms and turned to face you “Are you sure? How do you know?” Spider was a little uncomfortable with the situation, as he didn’t know what was going on inside the man’s head, was this a good or a bad sign? “Uuh- she told me. I spent quite some time with her.” he muttered “But you can't keep her unconscious- it's too cruel. She has to stay healthy, for the baby…” he tried and this time felt something change in the atmosphere. The doctor held one of his hands up and made a ‘come here’ motion. Spider followed the instruction and waited for the man to say something. He kept studying your face until he said “Okay, listen kid. I still have to do my job but I understand. We can compromise okay?” Spiders kept his eyes trained on him, awaiting his terms. “I’ll find a way to deep er conscious, but she has to stay calm okay? And you have to let me examine her, alright? I won't keep her at the lab but she has to come in every couple of days so we can test stuff okay? I won't do too extreme stuff- but if she resists, I have to sedate her again, you understand?”

Spider didn’t like those terms, but if he wanted you to at least wake up again, then he had to agree. So he did. With a heavy heart, he spoke “Alright, but you need to ask her before you do anything. I’ll translate if I can but if she doesn’t want to, you can't force her.” The man shook his head a little from side to side, as if he were in doubt, but threw him a nod in the end. “You also have to help me get her a better room.” Confusion shot over the doctor's face “What? Where has she been staying?” He wondered out loud.

“In one of those cramped cells. It’s horrible.”

The man's face scrunched up and he gritted his teeth “oof- that is horrible. I got locked in there once after an incident at the lab. I was quite a troublesome intern.” He chuckled “Okay, I’ll see to it that she gets a better room as well.” He raised his hand as if asking for a handshake.

“Do we have a deal?” He smiled while offering his hand. Spider hesitantly shook it and let go again just a few seconds later.

“When will she wake up?”

“Hmm?” The doctor seemed confused for a second “Oh right!” He shuffled over to the little metal stand that held another plastic bag. He twisted the little nob on the IV, cutting off the flow before carefully removing the needle that was placed in your arm. He gathered the tube and tied it together in a knot that looked well-practiced.

Afterwards, he walked over to the machine that stood behind you, it made a small beeping noise and was connected to the mask covering your nose and mouth. He pressed some buttons and turned it off. Spider was watching him curiously as he hadn’t seen this sort of machine in the lab before. The doctor noticed his questioning looks and started explaining what he was doing.

“This machine here is what’s keeping her asleep. It’s called an anesthesia machine” he gave it a little pat “pretty damn expensive too. This one came out of my paycheque cus I messed with the other one and broke it.” He gave an awkward little laugh. He didn’t say much more as he took the cables, tubes, and monitors off your body. All the while spider stayed silent, letting the doctor do his work. He was quite efficient and only a couple minutes later, everything was off you. Finally, he put a different mask over your nose "This one is Just connected to a filter so that she can breathe." He pointed to a black tube that was connected to the clear tube. Spider gave him a barely noticeable acknowledging nod.

The doctor seemed to be a little out of it, stuck in his mind, thinking. Spider didn’t want to bother him though so he just waited a little longer. Finally, he seemed to snap out of it, shaking his head a little and making eye contact with the boy. “So…” he rubbed his palms together “I’ll go see someone about the new room… she should wake up in about one to two hours. If she wakes up- well I don’t know… make sure she doesn’t hyperventilate?” With a final little clap, he started walking backwards to the door, struggling to open the handle with his back turned to it, so he awkwardly turned around and opened it. He stepped out, offered Spider a modest wave, and then disappeared.

The room was almost empty now, no more beeping and flashing machines and the only sound that filled the room was your gentle breath. Spider's eyes wandered from the door to you and stayed focused on your mask-covered face. He wanted to talk to you again, he missed your presence a little. It was embarrassing but he liked spending time with you, he even considered you his friend. He knew that he would be waiting for quite some time, so he let himself sink to the floor, leaning his head against the wall.

He wouldn’t leave you alone now.

[theolivetree123]

HI OLIVE!!!!!!! 👁️👁️ i am here cuz I’m curious on more nikohopper friendship building. but my questions are!!!

1. WHAT IS HOPPER’S OPINION ON NIKO. like if asked “hey you seem to know that fox guy from nrc. what’s up w that?” what would he say YK? 🤔 are there any things that he feels about niko but wouldn’t say out loud? hmhmhm

2. 🤔🤔 do you think they’d be like actual friends? cuz being in two diff schools that’re RIVAL schools of all things doesn’t seem like ez friendship grounds 😭😭😭 plus IK they have their beef. so can you imagine them like following eachother on magicam? texting every now and then? initiating hangouts or talking like FR friends? HMHMHM.

TYT FOR REPLYING OBVI <3!!! they are simply just on my mind. 24/7 😔 don’t mind me www

AAAA HIII ASHI 💙💙‼️Thx for the ask!!

Hopper definitely thinks Niko's annoying, and he can get on his nerves, but he still somewhat enjoys his company. Even if Hopper doesn't like to admit it, he does kinda like Niko. Even if Nikos is a pain in his ass lol. (Psst Hopper also thinks Nikos cool but u didn't hear that from me)

As for the second question, I think they'd be friends! Hopper doesn't really share his interests very often due to him not having many friends, but I feel like Niko would wring them outta him yk? I also think it would be funny if Hopper just showed up on NRC campus sometimes for NO FUCKING REASON LMAO. He'd just be like "oh hey nik." And Niko would just be like "...wtf are you doing here???" Also I LOVE the whole magicam thing!!! I just imagine Niko BLASTING Hopper's phone with the most random shit LMAOO

HEHEHEHEHE I'M GLAD UR JUST AS OBSESSED WITH THESE TWO AS I AM 💙💙💙💙

[teddybeartoji]

sooooo i heard someone mention selfship asks >:3…. i have one for mitoru n one for moji hehe

1) i can’t resist the hurt/comfort SO . how does toru cheer you up when you’re having a bad day?? and vice versa !!!!!

2) i alr asked this for mitoru but !!!! between you n toji ….. who is ”falls first” and who is ”falls harder”?? :3

OK THAT’S ALL (for now >:3)…… gl w work mickey!!!! 🫂🫂 i hope that you see this tmrw when you’re well rested!!! and that you have the coziest sleep in the meantime <33 smooching you gently on the bridge of your nose

HELLO ARI MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL<333333333333 THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR INDULGING ME ON MY SILLY LITTLE SELFSHIPS HEHEHEHHE

mitoru comfort..... wahh this is such a sweet question ari:(((( when i'm having a bad day it's all about quiet time and touch. he knows that words will have very little effect, so he just slings himself over me like a koala:((((((((( i'm talking like full body weight and we've definitely uhh almost fallen over like a million times lmao. doesn't matter whether i'm getting something to eat or i'm gaming or i'm already full-time rotting in bed - he's just gonna Envelop me<333 he will whisper ridiculous jokes in my ear and i will always laugh bc i am not immune to his stupidity<3333333

and when he's sad:(((((((((((((((((((((((pls i don't even wanna think abt it he's my baby:((((((((((((((((((((((( i hold him tight and i will play with his hair as i whisper praise and reassurance into his ears. he hides his face in my neck or chest or lap (this guy is a cat fr) and i keep him safe and sound, away from the world:((((((he's mine:(((((( you know he tries to hide whenever he's feeling bad but he can't escape me i will always be there. i'll trace his face and tell him how much he means to me just so he knows that it's okay to open up, that it's okay to let me in:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( ari i love him sm:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

omggggg moji hehehehehe nowwwwwww i haven't actually delved too into this so this is veryvery exciting. i will be first to fall though there's no question here. but it still wouldn't be a love at first sight thing. this is also a slowburn but a different kind from the mitoru one. it's even slower i think😭😭😭😭

ok but i think the moji dynamic is literally just him meeting a weird cat and picking it up by the scruff and going🤨🤨🤨🤨what the fuck kind of a creature are you🤨🤨🤨🤨but then i manage to woo him with my straightforward and snarky personality and he goes🤨🤨🤨🤨again bc what the fuck is happening to him🤨🤨🤨🤨i think i can entertain him so much that he has no other way to just fall in love with me

anywayy.................... as for who falls harder............................ how self-indulgent am i when i say toji............................................. it's gonna take him a while to do it but when he finds his person he's All In you know?? like there's just no going back... when it finally clicks in his head i think he feels a bit sick. happy and sick and nervous and giddy and aaaaahhh everything is too much!!!!! feelings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but luckily i'm right there with him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i will bring him down to earth (to me) and then i'll welcome his shy love with open arms!!!!!!!!!!! ari i love him so much too i wanna cry:((((((((((((((((((((

wahhhhhhhhhhhhthey're both my babygirls i would do everything and anything for them<3333333 once again thank u so much for indulging me with this i'm having so much fun thinking abt the dynamic and the Lore hehehehe i love you so much and i am kissing every single one of your freckles rn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[slytherinshua]

ZANNA FIRST OF ALL CONGRATS!!! YOU DESERVE THIS AND SO SO MUCH MORE IM VERY PROUD OF YOU <333

second of all you’re in for a ride BC I ACTUALLY NEVER REQUESTED ANYTHING AND NOW ITS MY TIME TO RETURN THE FAVOUR HEHEHEHEH

okay!! first thing that came to my my mind was 22 && 24 from fluff and 18 from action with wonwoo or seungcheol (svt)!! bc i love my man nonu but also cheol is on my mind 24/7 these days… so it’s up to you (besides i don’t think you wrote something for cheol yet!! :D)

MWAH LOVE U AND HAVE FUN <33

WALK IN THE WOODS

genre. fluff. sm fluff. warnings. a lot of blushing and a kiss. pairing. seungcheol x fem!reader. wc. 616. a/n. tysm axe ilysm!! i went with cheol cause i liked him w this idea * haven't written anything for him yet like you said ❤️ like help hes so bf and i'm crying this is so cute 😭 hope you like it!!

It was a snowy day, and just standing by a door brought a small chill to your body. But, you had wanted to go on a walk in the woods since you had woken up - specifically one with your boyfriend. And once you had both eaten lunch, you put on your boots and prepared to walk in the snow regardless of the weather.

“Are you sure you don’t want to grab your coat? Won’t you be cold?” He asked, grabbing his own coat and putting it on. You shook your head, thinking you would be fine in just your sweater.

“My coat would be too hot, I’m fine in just this.” You reasoned, stepping out the door with Seungcheol following behind you. You grabbed his hand, striding along the path to the woods beside your house happily. You looked down at your boots and Seungcheol’s, matching up your steps so that they were in time with his. It was these little things with him that made you smile the most. 

You had been walking for about 5 minutes when you shivered slightly, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. He didn’t say anything, only telling himself in his head ‘I knew she would be cold’. But when you shivered again not 2 minutes later, he fought back a smile and turned to you.

“Are you cold?”

“No.” You shook your head, knowing he wouldn’t fall for it. It had been a bit colder than you had expected, but you had said you would just wear your sweater so confidently at the door that you would be embarrassed to admit you were cold now.

“Sweetheart, your hand is freezing.” He laughed, holding up your still intertwined hands for you to see how red your hand was compared to his. 

You sighed, “Fine, you win. I guess I’m a little cold…”

“Here.” He took his hand back from yours for a second to take his coat off, leaving it colder than it was before. He placed his coat on your shoulders lovingly, booping your red nose while he was at it. “You’re like Rudolph.” He giggled, and that only made your face turn redder from the shyness. 

He offered his hand back to you, placing the intertwined hands in your (his) coat pocket to keep them warmer. You swung your arm back and forth softly, looking away from Cheol and at the scenic woods around you. 

While your attention was towards the trees, your boyfriend’s attention was fully on you. Specifically, how cute you looked with his puffy winter coat on. He couldn’t help blushing from it - you were just too adorable for him to handle, and his heart was beating faster from the sight already.

You looked back at him, sparkling eyes and soft smile displayed on your face and he felt like he was going to melt right into the snow. You tilted your head slightly, a smile growing as you looked at his cute pink cheeks which you assumed were from the cold.

He looked away from you and exhaled, breath fogging up from the cold, “You wearing my clothes should be illegal. You look too cute in them.” He admitted softly, glancing back at you with a shy smile. 

“Really?” You stepped forward a bit, and his cheeks turned even redder. You stared into his eyes - and if anybody were to look at your face, they would be able to tell that you were hopelessly in love. 

“Don’t look at me like that… it makes me want to kiss you.” He whispered.

“What’s stopping you then?” You dared, and he barely wasted a second, closing his eyes and connecting his lips with yours.

↳ svt taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @ddenoudepression

[qfzeeph]

love love love seeing Kijo Togami headcanons on the byakuya tag AAAAAAAAA and honestly it got me inspired to share my own!!!!! heheheheh I kinda homebrewed the Plot Twist™ and new lore regarding... certain things... from Project Raincode into this so if you don't want spoilers for that I don't recommend clicking the read more. Though that being said it's very much a homecooked-homebrewed version of it so it's also not reflective of what's canon in the universe also. The plot twist IS still talked about however!

so a lot of my writing for Kijo is centered around my own lore (which contains a lot of oc x canon because hehe funny i have no self control) so I'm mainly gonna be focusing on the stuff that isn't super duper specific to that. Also, all of this takes place in the Non-Despair Timeline.

So first of all, tl;dr on my funky version of the Homunculus Project is that some people either became homunculi via injection of DNA or they could have a body double. Body doubles could either live alongside the host OR have their consciousness transferred into a homunculus body. Typically, only high ranking people were offered the latter option. Also in my take on it, they found a way to negate the sunlight sensitivity and the Amaterasu Corporation cut corners that unintentionally made it so all of their subjects to have the issue. The Unified Government's experiments also successfully prevented permadeath, but they didn't know the effect was only short term and after a certain number of years "dying" would result in zombification.

•Kijo was one of the very first people to have his consciousness transferred into a Homunculus body, since he was extremely eager to become even more perfect than he already was. He was a huge backer and part of the project as a whole, seeing as the Togami Conglomerate has such a prominent place in the global government.

•One of the head scientists, a french DNA sequencer, was also one of the very first people to do this as well. She was able to do so despite not having the same status as the billionares because she contributed so much to the project. She decided to work on the project because she was born infertile and wanting nothing more than to have a kid of her own, and being transplanted into a new body was, at least in her mind, the only way to achieve that dream.

•Kijo overhears this and has the idea of procreating a homunculus child. Homunculus children at this point were being given to non-homunculus surrogate volunteers (basically how everyone else who went to Hope's Peak got to exist. It was never a school for the gifted-it was secretly a containment zone for all of the test tube homunculi babies aside from "Lucky Students" like Makoto and Reserve Course students.) She agrees since it's everything she's ever wanted, despite knowing that one day she'd have to give him up when the time came.

•The Woman would be allowed to bear Kijo's child, and he was predetermined to be the heir of the company. However, the traditional competition and inheritance contest had to continue as normal in order to maintain the illusion that there weren't genetically modified children in the family. Her son was never to find out, and him and his father were to rule to corporation for eons to come while also spreading homunculus DNA and offspring to those deemed worthy.

•Byakuya's mom never told him that he was basically destined to win. She raised him with love and care and all the formal training any Togami child would normally have needed to compete and be worthy of the title. It pained her to see him go, but she got to experienced the thing she'd always wanted.

•Byakuya doesn't find out ANY OF THIS until his dad "dies" (since the project ended up being faulty and nobody knew that the immortality effects did not stop the body from giving out on itself,) and subsequently gets reincarnated as a zombie within a day. It crushes him, he is full of angst and confusion, like imagine your whole life you believe your talents were earned not given, and they turn out to be given instead of earned (this is actually where more of the oc x canon lore comes in because my character also suffers from genetic modification, and her altered DNA is what cancels out the effects of his altered DNA. We have an in-joke in my friend group that Chere gave Byakuya radiation poisoning and that's why he's allowed to live almost painlessly lmfao) that and like, imagine knowing that one day your body is gonna just give out on you and you'll wake up the next morning as a zombie. that's kinda scary man ngl

•tl;dr: Byakuya Togami is a superhuman because his dad and mom are genetically modified superhumans. His dad wanted to play god and raise a god heir. Byakuya did not choose this path and now has to suffer the consequences of it. Byakuya is also the ONLY homunculus child that was born from two homunculi, all the others were surrogates. That's why he's the Ultimate Perfection ;) ...this probably doesn't make much sense and is like SUUUUUPER fucking out there and weird but I'm posting it anyway I'm tired of being a coward

[lilianlay]

Tickletober day 10 - interrogation

Thanks @fresh-thomato for choosing pic ^^

Itto x Gorou

- Tell me why I'm here? - Gorou crossed his arms and looked at Itto.

Guys went to the Komore Teahouse, in which the head of the Arataki gang invited the general.

- I thought you should rest after your hard work. - the tall man smiled.

- What? Why do you care so much about me? - the dog boy blushed a little and his ears twitched.

- You just need it.

They entered the room Itto had booked, left their shoes at the entrance, and sat down at the table.

- I also took care of the food. - Arataki smiled with all his thirty-two teeth.

- Who are you and what did you do with Itto? - Gorou is still sitting in shock from the behavior of the white-haired but a little giggle.

Oni laughed.

- Oh, I'm all right. - he's still giggling. - I wanted us to have a good time. - Itto began to draw circles on the wooden table. - And maybe we could talk about Miss Hina..

Gorou showed a real poker face.

- Why didn't I think of it right away. - he started to get up.

- Wait a minute! It's not the most important thing!

- Somehow I don't believe you. - the general snorted. - Oh, probably because you always ask about her.

Gorou was about to leave, but Itto grabbed his arms and pulled him towards him.

- Wohh.. - the shorter guy could not stand on his feet and fell on the knees of the head of the Arataki gang. - Don't hold me! I'm leaving anyway!

- I didn't mean to do that.

- Wh-? - the dog boy was confused.

The tall man grabbed Gorou's hands in his and pressed them under his knees.

- What are you doing?! Let me go!

- If you tell me anything about Miss Hina, I'll let you go.

- I won't tell you anything!

- Okaaaaay.

The red-eyed lowered his hands to the general's tummy and placed his hands on it.

- W-wait. What you? Oh no, don't you dare! - Gorou began to squirm.

- I'm sorry, but this is the only way to get you to talk. - long black claws began to gently tickle the blue-eyed tummy.

- Nohohohohoho! Ihihihihitto ahahahaha - the bow user started to try to break free from the strong grip, but nothing came of it. Tickling had weakened him greatly.

- So, I want you to tell me about Miss Hina. Her favorite color, music, food, flowers, type of guys. - Itto was excited as he kept thinking about her.

- I dohohohohon't knohohohohow ahahahanythihihihing! Stohohohohop or I'll fihihihnd a wahahay to puhat yohohohou in jahahahail!!!

- For the sake of new information about my dear Miss Hina, I am ready for this.

This is strange love. Especially to the fictional character that was Gorou. Of course he would never tell him about it.

Thoughts were interrupted by a new fit of laughter when the head of the Arataki gang decided to grab the general's right leg and pull it to him. He start slowly draw on Gorou's feet. The dog boy's hands are still trapped.

- Tell me at least how I can meet with her one on one.

- Nohohoho wahahay! I dohohohon't knohow anythihihing abohout heheheheher.

- It is not true. Hmm, okay, if you don't want it for good.. - the claws begin to tickle the blue-eyed toes. - It will be worse~

Gorou's eyes widened and he began to kick the floor with his free foot and laugh out loud.

- Gehehehehehet yohohOHOHOHOOHOur clAHAHAHAHWS ohohohoohut! Ittohohohohoho, NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE, oh Ahahahahaharchon. - he tried to raise his torso, but in the end Arataki saw a wagging tail.

- Awww, do you like it? Why didn't you tell me right away? - Oni smiled.

- Nohohohohohoho, I dohohohohohohon't lihihihihihike it - he blushed so much.

- Your tail says otherwise hehe.

- Stohohohohohohohop!

- Who is Miss Hina?~

- I reayahahahahahally dohohohohon't knohohohohohow

Itto gently lowered the general's leg and looked at him.

- P-plehehease stohohohop. - the dog boy tried to catch his breath.

- You didn't answer any of my questions~

- Mmheheh, I already said I don’t know anything.

Arataki only smiled gently and began to tickle his ears.

- NOHOHOHOHO! DoHOHOHOHOn't tohohohohouch MYHAHAHA EAHAHAHAES, PLEHEHEHEASE - he turns his head from side to side.

- Answer at least one question. - the claws rose and fell along the entire length of the ears.

- Who is Miss Hina?~

Gorou closed his eyes and because of this, tears ran down his red cheeks.

- Shehehehehehe's myhahahahaha sihihihihihihisteheheher! - It's the first thing that came to his mind. But this lie really saved him.

Itto stopped and looked round at the general.

- Sister?! - he released a shorter guy. - Sister!

The bow user has already regretted this statement.

- You have to introduce me to her!

- But..

- No buts! Oh, and I won't tell anyone about your family connections. - Oni were so happy. - You are the best! - he hugged him.

Gorou began to blush again. Can he feel jealousy towards Itto because of himself?

- So, our food will be brought soon. I really hope you don't leave. - the head of the gang is still hugging him.

- Mm, I can't get out of your arms. - the general giggled. - Provided that we will talk about anything, but not about her.

- Promise!

Gorou smiled and hugged Oni back as well, and continued to blush as his tail wagged happily.

[perexcri]

I am Actually crying He was Waiting for Will to Tell him (whether consciously or not) it all makes sense now 😭

(Also ejeisuejd they’re becoming so domestic I am going to pass away.)

This bit: ‘the knights never come to Mike’s rescue, though, and he slips through the cracks in Will's heart, like oil running over stones or water passing through fingers until, one day, it all bursts open like a dam.’ I am Scream. Art words

‘Mike’s face remains drawn in much the same look, and his eyes shine like they did on the shore just a week ago: loving and knowledgeable all at once.’ Rhdofjrjd Stop making me Feel so much w good words all the time I’m going to turn into goo

I doubt Mike will be mad at him for not saying anything right😭? At least not very?

Aaaa I just want them to be happy and also for the king to drop dead.

Your writing🥰🥰🥰

*kronk voice* oh yeah. it's all coming together.

and you like the domestic stuff you say 👀 and there's still a whole other part after i get the last couple of chapters of this one put up 👀 hmmmmmmm 👀

i'm glad you liked that first line T_T i've had that one written for so long!! when i was stuck for like. three weeks with no clue how to write part 4, that was one of the few lines i actually had just sitting around in the doc waiting to have Context added to it, so i'm glad you liked it!!

and that other line heheheheh i fear there might be more coming your way soon so prepare yourself 😔

hopefully you will be finding out tonight how Mike reacts!! i just gotta get it proofread and formatted!! i'm at the library right now on my lunch break praying there'll be no more jump scares from naruto dude so i can actually work on this lol

not to uno reverse card you but: your lovely comments 🥰🥰🥰

thanks for stopping by Vee i always look forward to your little messages!! i hope you like the next couple of chapters :] 💜💜💜

[bellysoupset]

also 🤭 may i request something 🤠

i am once again craving leo-wendy interactions? i really really really wanna see leo taking care of wendy in some way? i don’t think i have a specific suggestion/trope but i need him to be nice to her lol pleek <3

if this doesn’t fit the plot or vibes ignore me!! or having sickie wen w a different caretaker also works heheheheh i just need my girl whumped again (when do i not) <3

(i still reread the last sick wendy fic you wrote on a weekly basis at least hahahahahaha)

🦦

Hi darling! I loved this request, just letting you know I answered it here: Wendy with strep throat

And we'll have some more Wendy whump down the line, either with Luke or Bell as caretaker (I'm still deciding). 😘

[whyse7vn]

good morning my favorite thing that you wrote is the one where joon was going insane bc everyone was acting normal like omg someone tell him to yell at ME like that

also anytime jin speaks like he dgaf and he's so sassy and sexy like pleasee eat me

BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M HERE FOR I'M HERE TO APPRECIATE YOUUU ‼️ i'm not an og or anything but i'd still like to say i lalalalalove you and ur work so much. bts is a huge comfort for me and you contribute to that; ur work makes me giggle and kick my feet and feel happy.

and thank you for treating us so well. like usually i'm nervous to put stuff in my fav writers' inboxes but it's much easier w you bc you treat us like we are ur bsfs and it's clear that you genuinely appreciate us so thank you!!! this is corny i'm done now bye love you x

HEHEHEHEHE IM SO GALD YOU LIKED THAT ONE cuz i was a big big hater of it BUT THAT MAKES Me FELL SM BETTER ILY WOW TY

stop i’ll cry rn i THANK U FOR READING MY LOVE I APPRECIATE YOU SO BAD i’m so glad my work allows up to come together and be silly giggle and delusional together #thankgodforbts

AND YW WHAT THE HELL IM SO GALD YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE TALKING TO ME we ARE bffs and i love and care for you deeply i love seeing ur name in my inbox makes me so happy that you actually engage and want to speak to me if you ever disappear i think i’ll die

was NOT corny loved reading every second thank you for being here i love you to the moon and back 2000 times >3<

[raijinhasverybigpecs]

after a long day’s work, installation of a million different programs and about 100 files later, i present to you my magnum opus: raijin but he’s a sim! people have been making sims for a while and i’ve been stuck w/out internet for a bit (i’ve regrettably been using my phone data for this lmao) so i’ve been making cute dudes in the sims 4, and what cuter boy to make than my top fictional husband raijin! also it’s very fitting that this is my 2000th post asdfjhjkklkl

also please be nice to me bc this is my first attempt at this sorta stuff lmao

(see the read more for traits/credits/other stuff! btw there’s no download link yet but there might be if people want to download him lol)

his life goal is the bodybuilder aspiration, he’s a goofball (big bro raijin is an idiot but a funny one), loves the outdoors (being a thunder/lightning god, it’s kinda common sense there lol) and he’s a bro to no one’s surprise!

thanks/credit to these amazing creators for their custom content:

lumialoversims for the base skin replacement, hair, body hair mod, belly overlay, shoes (casual, party and cold weather), singlet (active), underwear (sleep)

just go follow him already basically lmao

pancake-sims for the cute horns

velouria and simsforever15 for the animal eyes and black sclera respectively

witch-hammers for the skin details

pyxis for the tusks and teeth

remussirion for the claws

oranos for the board shorts used in the swimming and hot weather outfits, the hoodie used in the party outfit

birba32 for the formal suit and underwear in the last preview ;)

notegain for the sad elf ears

and to me for doing the skin recolouring and suffering through a truly insane amount of time spent for trying to get raijin’s face white :’^)

i was thinking that i should make this a download but i’ve never done that before lol, if enough people want to download him then i’ll try putting together a collection of all the mods when i get the time to do so!

(final note: also if i get any complaints about him being chunky i will gouge out your eyes with my blunt fingernails)

[thera-daydreams]

KABILANG BUHAY

× A TRESE ONESHOT ×

[Crispin x Ghost!Reader]

📝 Summary: Your demigod husband remembers you—everything about you—and how much he absolutely loved you. He remembers everything, including the memory that hurt the most.

📌 Warning: Contains fluff, angst, character death, and mentions of violence (because an angry Crispin being the son of a wargod is bound to shed some blood somewhere). Masakit po talaga 'tong songfic na 'to, trust me. If you don't want to get hurt, scroll awaaaay. Pero if you want maximum 1000% ultra heavy pain, then listen to the song below on repeat while reading, too.

Song: Kabilang Buhay by Bandang Lapis

(word count: 5,642)

"Masasayang mga araw na kasama kita."

Warm. Crispin always remembered you to be so warm—every single part of you. The heat of your skin against his whenever he held you, that whimsical sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw the little joys in life, that sprightly curve of your lips whenever you two teased each other, and the radiance he saw from you whenever you were around the people you loved.

In his eyes, there was always a halo around your head or a beam of light following you around. Perhaps he was biased; perhaps he saw you through rose-tinted glasses, but it didn't matter to him. To the demigod, you were everything he ever wanted.

You were the one.

You were also one of the sweetest people he'd ever met. Every morning without a fail, there would always be a hot cup of kape and a plate of pandesal on the table—not only for him, but for everyone else in your little family, too. Alexandra, Hank, and of course, his younger brother Basilio. Even before you became his girlfriend, you'd treated them as your own loved ones.

That was the day he knew you were truly the one for him. The one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The one he wanted to build a home with. The woman he wanted to marry and have children with, if you were okay with it (when that conversation came, you said you would be happy and honored to be his wife).

Crispin said it was the other way around. It was he who was fortunate and honored to be your husband. You'd laughed in response, kissing his cheek. There were no fancy rings or a formal, elaborate proposal involved, but that day—he remembered clearly that you had that conversation on a chilly December 1st, 9:24PM, right before you two went to bed—was an unspoken promise.

You two would be inseparable and together 'til death do you part.

Going back to that coffee and bread, he always wondered how you managed to keep it so fresh (you said it was a secret, but later on you spilled the beans to him after him pestering you). Even if he woke up at noon because of missions with his bossing and his brother, palaging mainit ang kape at pandesal. You must have had some sort of superpower you weren't telling him (you rolled your eyes, telling him that superpower came in the form of a microwave).

"Paglalambing at kulit mo na hindi nakakasawa."

He was by no means clingy or touch-starved, but whenever he was around you, he had the need to at least hold you in any way. Sometimes, it was the usual PDA (Basilio and Maliksi teased him about it, but he didn't care if it meant having some sort of contact with you; Alexandra just let it be because she knew how much you two loved each other). In public, you guys toned it down—settling with holding hands or you just linking your arm through his. If he was driving the car, his hand would either be innocently resting on your thigh or your hand which was on your lap. If you were the one driving the car, then it would be your hand on his thigh or his hand. He loved to draw circles on your skin whenever he was daydreaming or starting to doze off, too.

You as a couple often expressed your love for each other in different ways, and not just by saying it out loud. One thing Crispin adored the most about your relationship was the way you voicelessly said "I love you". If it wasn't clear enough that acts of service was one of your love languages, then he could understand that you loved him back through three taps.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

At first, he had no clue what it meant. You just kept doing it whenever you were near him, on whatever body part you could touch. If he was driving? Tap, tap, tap on his thigh. If he was the one cooking? You'd hug him from behind and then one of your fingers would go tap, tap, tap on his waist. If you were eating together? You'd take his palm then just... tap, tap, tap while chewing on whatever food it was you had in your mouth.

He recalled that afternoon you guys were eating at a simple Japanese place. While you slurped up some of the wheat noodles and the savory soup, you were excitedly doing a little happy dance as you ate—the one you did whenever you ate something you found yummy. Frankly, Crispin found it endearing. He, too, was guzzling down some of the ramen when you reached out for his hand then laid it on the table palm up.

With a mischievous smile and your puffed up cheeks looking like a chipmunk from the noodles you'd gobbled up, you gently tapped his palm with your index finger, that same glint in your eye whenever you did that gesture.

"... Anong ginagawa mo, mahal?" Crispin chuckled, a brow raised. He found it cute but he had no idea what it was supposed to stand for.

"Wala lang," you mysteriously answered in a muffled voice, swallowing.

"You know, you shouldn't talk when your mouth is full," he pointed out, amused. You snorted, gulping.

"Not my fault you asked a question, Crispin," you retorted, shoving in another bite of noodley goodness with your chopsticks. You did a mini-wiggle when the umami flavor exploded on your tongue (the ramen was bussin', bestie). Ratatouille would be impressed!

"But seriously, what does the tap stand for?" your boyfriend wondered. You did it again. Tap, tap, tap.

"Isn't it obvious?" you smiled. He then sweat-dropped.

"Wait, keep smiling," Crispin leaned over the table, removing a tiny bit of the dahon sibuyas stuck on one of your front teeth with his nail. He then popped that finger into his mouth, making you blink at the action.

"Ay, may naiwan pala. Hehehehehe." With how long you two have been dating, you were no longer embarrassed if you did get anything stuck in your teeth and he had to get it out (it's happened in more occasions than you could count). You did the same to him (and trust me, you were way past the stage of getting grossed out from the gross habits couples did). At least you two were a hundred percent comfortable and open to one another, right? Sanaol.

Crispin nodded, going back to eating his noodles, "Okay, back to the topic. What does this—" He tapped your palm the same way you did. "—even mean?"

Your grin just grew wider then you whispered into his ear, "I love you."

"... I love you, too," he answered automatically, still not understanding. "But what do the taps mean? You keep doing it and—"

You did it again on his hand.

"I." Tap.

"Love." Tap.

"You." Tap.

At long last, that look of realization came upon his features, "... Aaaaaaaaah."

You chuckled, all brightness and merriness from your revelation to the man you loved. "Gets mo na, mahal?"

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Oo, mahal. Hehe."

"... Can we order another bowl of ramen? Please?" With those puppy-dog eyes? Crispin could never resist. He'd rip the world apart for you and build it back up from scratch if you wanted him to.

That was how deep his love was for you. Kapag nagmamahal ang isang diyos, walang imposible... 'di ba?

He was already raising a hand to call for a waiter, "Sure. Basta maubos mo."

"... And if half lang maubos ko?"

He sighed, "... Edi ako kakain sa anong maiiwan." What was the saying whenever you found your soulmate? Oh, yes.

True love is getting fat together.

Maybe it was true for both of you.

When you two exited the ramen place, you patted your bloated tummy. "Haaaay, busog na busog si food baby," you sighed in happiness, adjusting the the top of your high-waisted skirt to loosen it up for more space. You elbowed him slightly, wiggling your eyebrows at him and mimicking Kylie Jenner, "Soooo, I'm thirty-four weeks today."

"'Luh, ang drama mo," Crispin snickered, poking your rounded side playfully and making you pout. "Nagdadalang tao ka pala, ha. Ako ang tatay pero hindi mo sinabi sa akin na buntis ka." He wouldn't lie, but thoughts of you being pregnant with a child warmed his entire being. Mini-yous and mini-hims running around.

What a dream.

"Nagdadalang tae lang po, manong," you stuck your tongue out at him, then stopped. He stopped walking, too, looking at you questioningly.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Mahal?" you paused. Gulugulugulugulu. Oh no. Mayday, mayday!

"Did you forget something at the restaurant?" he asked. You shook your head in response, telling him there was an emergency.

"... Mahal, natatae ako."

"Like, now?" You nodded at him with wide, doe-like irises. His eyes crinkled, finding the situation hilarious. "Really? Oh shit. Literally. Is this because we were talking about poop?"

Crispin could only cackle as you rummaged through your bag for some wet wipes (and the situation led to you two running around the mall like psychos looking for the nearest restroom—grabe ang cold sweat mo, sis; it was that type of pooping session).

As he waited outside the women's comfort room, he found himself smiling like a weirdo from your date today. Nagdadalang tae o nagdadalang tao, he wouldn't love you any other way.

"Punong-puno ng ligaya ang ating pagsasama."

He found himself unconsciously doing the tapping to you, as well. Tap. Tap. Tap. He only now realized how many times you've been saying "I love you" everyday. Usually, you'd only verbally say it out loud three times: in the morning waking up, whenever he left for a mission, or the times you went to sleep together (because of the nature of his work, it was uncommon, but if he was at home during the night, he'd make sure to say it to you). But now that he knew what the taps meant, he counted them for one week from Monday to Sunday.

You were sitting on the couch, on your stomach and sprawled vertically over his lap. He was watching a basketball game on television while you were on your phone, scrolling through Facebook. It was all quiet until he tapped his finger thrice on your calf. You beamed, rolling over to face him then gently tapping his cheek three times—not with your fingers, but with your hands, smooshing his cheeks then pecking his lips.

"Fwifee-hweif," he said. You tilted your head at him, letting go of his cheeks.

"What was that?" you curiously inquired.

"Fifty-eight," Crispin gave you his signature flirty grin. "You tapped me one hundred seventy-four times today. And one hundred seventy-four divided by three—because I love you has three syllables—is equal to fifty-eight." His affectionate gaze to you softened. "Mahal, you've told me I love you fifty-eight times today."

You just hugged him and hid your face in his neck, "I love you, too, manooooong."

"... Wanna watch a K-drama tonight?" he said, his voice rumbling through his chest as you laid your head on it.

"Mmhmm."

You guys ended up binging Scarlet Heart Ryeo and bawling your eyes out (Crispin cried louder than you, actually, and the box of tissues was passed back n' forth between you two).

"Punyeta, walang Season Two?" Crispin cursed, blowing his nose.

You hiccupped, shaking your head and scrolling through the categories, "W-Wala e-eh, m-mahal."

"Seryoso ka ba?" he gaped, wiping his tears after wiping yours. "That's how it ends?"

You nodded, sniffling, "Uh-huh."

The next morning, when all of you gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Alexandra and the others could only stare, nagtataka kung bakit namamaga ang mga mata niyo (yeah, they were swollen as hell).

"... Anyare sa inyo?" Alexandra quizzed. Hank, while pouring everyone some juice, had a worried look on his face, too.

"Nag-away ba kayong dalawa, Kuya?" Basilio questioned. You both shook your head simultaneously.

"Hindi," Crispin shortly answered, exhausted from crying with you all night.

"Nanood lang kami ng K-drama," you supplied, as worn out as your boyfriend was.

"Aaaaaaah."

"Na parang wala nang sisira ng lahat."

The date always held some significance to him, not only because it meant only a few days before Christmas but also because it was the day you promised to one another that you'd be endgame.

December 1st.

It would repeat in his head over and over again until the day he died.

The two of you were lying in bed, the cold night air entering through the open windows. You were leaning on his chest in-between his lap, reading The Count of Monte Cristo. He noticed that your expression often shifted between being giddy to being angry or smug at what was happening to the main character.

"... Mahal?"

"Yeah?" you responded, not taking your eyes off the novel. You flipped another page.

"What kind of ring do you want? Para alam ko kung magkano ang iiponin ko?" he quietly asked, his thumb caressing your temple. Normally, men wanted this to be a surprise or didn't talk about this but he only wanted you to have something you'd cherish for the rest of your life. You tilted your head back to look up at him. "Do you want those with the big gems or the smaller and simpler ones?"

You gazed back at your novel, then sat up and closed it, turning to look at him. "Crispin." You took his hands in your own (he tapped it thrice, making a teeny smile creep up your lips). "Hindi ko kailangan ng singsing."

His eyes grew wide, "... Are you sure? You don't want to be formally married?"

You frantically shook your head, "Nooooooo, noooo! That's not what I meant, dummy. I just wanted to tell you that I don't need an expensive ring to be yours." You kissed him. "And to be your wife."

"Pero—"

"Mahal, if we ever do have kids, mahal ang gatas, diaper, at tuition," you childishly told him. "Kung magpapakasal tayo, I don't need a huge proposal or a big wedding. Let's put the funds away for a house and for the future, 'mkay?"

"... But you won't have a ring," he sulked.

Getting an idea, you hopped off the bed and open your cabinet, finding a piece of durable string on one of your shirts. With a strong tug, it came off. You walked back towards your boyfriend, flopping back down then looping it on your left ring finger. You held your hand up to him, "There. I have a ring now, see?"

Crispin had never ever loved anyone as much as he did right now. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his head, though. "... I feel like I've seen this in a movie before, mahal."

"Duuuuh. I got the idea from the Count of Monte Cristo. Mercedes promises herself to Dantes with a string ring! Sorry nalang if copyright infringement ang ginawa ko, hihi." You showed him the book you were reading, the smile not disappearing from your face. Feeling ecstatic, he kissed you passionately right on the spot.

"Ipapangako mo sa akin na magsasama tayo nang walang hanggan?" Crispin whispered against your lips. "Magpakailanman?"

You kissed him, rolling your eyes, "Oo na, Crispin. Corny mo talaga, manong. Such a hopeless romantic, like me!" Another kiss. "I'll stay with you forever and ever and eveeeeeer and grow old with you. We'll get that rest house in the mountains, travel the world together, win the lotto, and do anything we want!" you declared determinedly.

"Promise? Talaga?"

You grinned, wriggling your little finger, "Pinky promise."

He linked his pinky with yours, "Okay. Pinky promise, wifey."

"Okaaaaay, hubby," you quipped, settling down and snuggling into him.

9:24PM, he saw the digital clock display before he pulled the covers over you both, keeping you warm and safe in his arms.

"Bakit pa dumating ang oras na ito?"

"Mahaaaaal, pauwi na ako. Huwag kang mag-alala," you quietly told Crispin over the phone. He was on another investigation, but while their bossing was speaking to Captain Guerrero and Lieutenant Tapia about the case, he used the spare time he had to check up on you.

You had been buying groceries, but knowing you, Crispin had a feeling you had gone to do some other errands.

"Pauwi ka na? Meaning, you're driving home?" He sighed, "And why are you whispering?"

"... Ehehehe," you nervously giggled.

"Anong ehehehehe?" the demigod asked you, suspicious. "Mahal, saan ka na ba talaga?"

"Nasa banko pa ako. Oopsies," you admitted shamelessly. "But I just finished paying the bills. I'm actually walking away from the counter now and—"

You suddenly stopped talking. For a second, the son of the wargod thought that the signal had gone bad.

"Mahal?"

Your voice had gone distant, but it seemed like it was talking to someone else. He strained to hear what you were saying.

"Hey, hey... shhhh, little one, huwag kang umiyak," he heard you say. Your voice seemed so far away. You seemed like you were trying to shush a person. A kid.

"I want my mom!" a child wailed.

"... Langga, come here. At huwag kang masyadong maingay." If it weren't for his heritage as a god, he would have barely been able to hear what you said.

Were you comforting a kid? Awww. He was about to just end the call then text you instead when another much louder and crueler voice could be heard over the phone. No, there wasn't only one voice. There were more.

"Mamatay kayong lahat! Balang araw, hindi na mga tao ang mamumuno sa mundong ito!"

Then there was a sound that was unmistakably a gunshot.

"Nabalitaan ko na wala ka na."

Bang!

His blood went cold. Almost every day he handled firearms in his line of work, so of course he knew what it sounded like. The shrieks and terrified shouts came after the gunshots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The last thing he heard were more gunshots, then the call ending.

He had never sprinted to Alexandra so fast before, frantically begging her to let him use the Dragon's Gate to teleport to wherever you were, even if it made him physically sick and nauseous.

Crispin didn't give a damn what happened to him, as long as nothing happened to you.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo hindi mo ko iiwan?"

It all happened so fast. One moment he was silently praying to Bathala for your safety while looking for you in the chaos. The next? He was scouring through the overwhelmed emergency room of the nearest hospital, where it was flooded with victims from the mall shooting.

It was a mess, with bleeding patients on the floor as nurses tried to assist. Others were seated on monobloc chairs that had been quickly put on the corridors. There was an overwhelming number of patients taken to the hospital either through ambulances or police cars themselves. It already began to stink of death, and Crispin hated it. His bloodlust as a wargod was creeping up his veins from the stench and his inner fury, but he held it in. He needed to find you first.

Behind him, Alexandra and Basilio were searching for you, too. When he told them what happened, they didn't hesitate to help and be transported to the mall as quick as possible. Captain Guerrero had already dispatched units after hearing what occurred (there was also an alarm that had blared in the station—a bank employee must have pressed an emergency button or something).

Surprisingly, in the midst of the havoc happening inside the hospital, he found himself walking towards the Trauma Bay of the hospital like a magnet. He had no idea where he was going, but he just kept going, and he stopped by a less crowded hallway. If he just went straight forward, he would be entering an operating room.

"Excuse me, coming through! Make some way!" It was a doctor who yelled from behind him. He turned around.

"Hindi papabayaan na ako'y mag-isa."

And as if time went by slower, he found you on a stretcher, being wheeled through the corridor as a nurse was on the bed with you, performing CPR. He saw the amount of blood gushing out of the bullet wounds on your body; one on your back, another on your stomach, and a third on your thigh.

Crispin couldn't help but run after them, asking one of the health professionals what was happening to you, "Nurse! Nurse, is she going to be okay!?"

"Are you her family?" they quickly interrogated. Alexandra and Basilio rounded the corner right as the nurse asked him that. Both held their breaths when they saw the tormenting state you were in, unconscious and on the brink of death.

The eldest demigod frenziedly nodded, "Yes, yes! I'm family!" He glanced at your bleeding form, and his heart clenched seeing the string ring on your finger, a bit of blood splattered over it. "I'm... I'm her husband! Asawa ko siya!"

You weren't formally or legally married yet, but to his eyes (and many of the others who knew you both), you were practically husband and wife.

"Good," the nurse said as they rushed you into the O.R., stopping Crispin from entering any further. "Sir, we need you to tell us your wife's name and her health details, please. She has to be operated on as soon as possible. We need her age, blood type, her comorbidities or allergies, if any..."

Crispin knew them all. He'd memorized them. And he told the nurses everything they needed for the operation. As long as it saved you, he'd say anything. Do anything.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo sabay tayong tatanda?"

It was a grueling operation, he could tell. Crispin had been pacing continuously in the waiting room, not even daring to sit from how anxious he was about you. Hank had come instantly to the hospital after hearing, and now there were three seated and extremely worried people watching him panic outside the operating room.

"God, please let her be okay," he continued to mumble to himself, fiddling with his fingers. "Please, please, please..."

"Kuya, umupo ka muna," Basilio tried to convince his brother.

"Oo nga," Hank frowned.

"You've been standing for five hours," Alexandra gave him a saddened look. "You should rest."

The older demigod shook his head, "I can't, bossing. Hindi pwede. Not until I know that she's okay."

As if on cue, the head surgeon came out of the operating room. Crispin nearly jolted and would have grabbed the man's collar had it not been for Alex and his brother holding him back, calming him down. No one could tell what he was about to say until he removed his surgical mask.

The four occupants waited for his response, antsy. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Doc? Is she okay? Is she gonna be alright?" Crispin asked, troubled out of his mind. Alex's grip on his arm tightened, and so did Basilio's hold on his shoulder. "Doc, please say somethi—"

"... I'm sorry," the surgeon shook his head, a somber look on his face.

It was like the universe stopped for the demigod. The two people holding him were the only ones to support him when his knees buckled.

"We did everything we could. She lost too much blood, and the bullets hit too many vital organs," the doctor explained forlornly. "We performed CPR and a cardiac massage on her for thirty minutes, but she did not make it through the rest of the operation."

The words just echoed emptily through Crispin's ears.

"Bakit bigla ka na lang nandiyan sa kabilang buhay?"

When he entered the morgue alone, he didn't know why but he was expecting you to be sitting up and smiling, almost hearing your teasing voice telling him it was all a cruel prank. At first, that was what he saw. He saw the love of his life, soft skin flushed and curled up lips filled with so much love directed at him. He saw you radiant—glowing; that familiar twinkle in your magnificent eyes. He reached out to hold your left hand, awaiting its warmth.

Awaiting the three taps.

The taps that would tell him "I love you" and "I'm okay".

Crispin even waited a minute. Maybe you were still there, hanging on. Maybe... just maybe... you were fighting.

"Mahal?" he croaked out, squeezing your hand.

"Paano na ang lahat? Paano na ako, tayo?"

Those three taps never came. One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes.

Only then did he really see you. The illusion all came crashing down.

Now your skin was so cold. So lifeless. So... opposite from what you were when you were alive. You were pale. Your lips were tinted blue. You were so still. So deathly still. Not one movement.

It freaked him out.

He couldn't believe it was you on that metal table—it didn't look like you. Where was the halo he always saw around your head? Where was that beam of light following you around?

His rose-tinted glasses suddenly became grey and dull. Taking your left hand, Crispin felt his heart shatter even more when his hand brushed the string ring on your finger. They had cleaned you up and made sure there was no blood left on your body, but nothing could remove those tiny, miniscule splatters that stained the string.

Remnants of what happened today.

You never did remove it. Even when showering or swimming or washing the dishes, you'd joked to him.

"See? 'Di ko nga kailangan ng singsing. Mas maganda pa nga 'to, eh. I can wear it all the time! Matibay pa!"

Crispin could nearly hear you, but it was all just a memory in his mind. God, he didn't want to forget your voice. Your laughter. Your cries. You whispering to him how much you loved him. He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did.

Both of you didn't even get to say "I love you" one last time. But reality was harsh, and this wasn't a movie where the leading characters could have a lengthy monologue confessing to each other as the dramatic scene was drawn out from seconds into minutes.

There were no camera angles, no music, no time left, and no happy endings. Everything was raw. Real.

"Hindi ba't sinabi mo sa akin na sabay tayong mangangarap?"

"Mahal," his voice trembled as he held your icy hand to his lips, kissing it. "Huwag mo akong iwan. What about us? Our dreams? Andami pa nating pangarap, 'di ba? Mga gustong gawin?"

No response.

"Tatatanda pa tayo, 'di ba? Bibili pa tayo ng bahay na nasa bundok... then we'll travel the world together, right? We've... We've saved up half of the funds! You... You can't leave now..."

Silence.

Crispin felt tears dripping down his face. He hadn't noticed he was crying. Only with you could he be a sniveling mess—around the others, he always had to be the kuya. The responsible one. The oldest one. The loyal bodyguard.

With you? He could be anything and you would never judge him.

Even when you were dead, he was still a sniveling mess in your arms.

"Sabi mo gusto mong manalo sa lotto," he choked out, cupping your cheeks. It was so strange to him; how colorless they were compared to how... spirited you were in life. "I'll do that... I'll make that happen. Just please... please come back to me. Gagawin ko ang lahat... bumalik ka sa akin, mahal. Mahal..."

Crispin told himself nothing was impossible when a god loved someone, yet now all this god could do was be paralyzed by his despair.

"Bakit bigla kang lumisan nang hindi man lang nagpaalam?"

They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. People don't talk enough about how they weren't actually stages. They were just five emotions and there was no particular order they came in. They would come and go, and that was how dealing with loss really was.

Today, as he was cradling his departed soulmate and the only woman he knew he'd ever love this much—reduced to tears while nursing his broken heart—he was feeling denial, bargaining, and depression all at once.

Only then did he allow himself to feel anger—just pure, unadulterated fury—when Alexandra let him and his brother unleash their bloodlust to the guilty aswang clan that had been the culprits of the mall shooting. The bank robbery.

He had his vengeance.

The son of the wargod nearly became a god of war that night, coming home soaked in the same crimson that dripped off his guns. He swore to himself he'd rip the world apart for you and build it back from scratch. Thus, Crispin was merciless to those who murdered you and all those other innocent humans.

He took his time watching the life dissipate out of their eyes, especially since he didn't see yours before you died. They were already closed when he got to the hospital too late.

Denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. He'd felt all that as time passed, on and off.

Acceptance? That last stage? That last emotion? Crispin never did really get to that point. Perhaps he would. Perhaps he wouldn't. Only more time would tell.

"Isang malamig na hangin ang yumakap sa akin."

The demigod sat under the tree that shaded your gravestone, a bouquet of white and red roses beside him while he relaxed on the grass. It was a classic symbol of true and everlasting love. That was the vow you'd made to one another, right?

December 1st.

It had been one year since your death. Wasn't it funny how the fates worked? Two years ago, on this very day, you two promised each other that you'd be together forever. He said that this day would be memorable to him until the day he died because technically, it was your engagement slash informal wedding anniversary.

Then one year ago, you had been shot trying to protect a child from those armed aswang. You saved the kid, alright. Crispin even made sure that the little boy, one of the lucky survivors of the shooting, wouldn't be targeted by the aswang. He ensured your sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. But what was supposed to be a marriage anniversary turned into your death anniversary.

December 1st.

The day would indeed be eternally ingrained into his mind.

But now, he could only dwell on nostalgia as he crouched and cleaned your gravestone, polishing it after removing all the grass and dirt. Engraved on it were the words beloved friend, sister, and wife.

Wife.

He really should have married you before you were declared dead. It didn't matter now; you would always be his wife, even in death.

On the left side of your gravestone was his mother's tombstone. He did the same, cleaning it and polishing it. When he was done, he tapped your gravestone thrice, "Una na ako, mahal. Paalam din, Ma. Baka hanapin pa ako ni bossing."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He jerked, swerving around and standing up. He swore someone just touched his shoulder and—

Whoosh!

"Parang isang pahiwatig na magpapaalam ka na."

A gentle breeze came from behind him, where the tree was. Once more, he turned around.

Crispin didn't know what to do.

He thought he was dreaming, but he wasn't. He knew he wasn't. Not with the way your hand rested on his cheek. Not with how warm you felt.

Despite seeming almost transparent, you looked absolutely radiant, more so than when you were in life. If he was biased before about you having a halo and a beam of light following you around, now he wasn't (because you really did have a golden circle on your head and a candescent glow behind you).

You didn't speak, but again, you tapped your index finger thrice on his cheek. He was too stunned to react to the featherlight touch you had. It was almost nothing, but it was there. A ghostly tap, tap, tap.

"... Mahal?" he whispered.

You joyfully beamed at him (God, did you look divine), then planted a fragile kiss on his lips. You settled down on the roots of the tree and patted the patch of grass beside it. He sat down slowly. When he did, he removed his black gloves while you intertwined your hand with his.

On his left ring finger was a string ring made from that old shirt of yours. The same one you improvised your string ring from. It was how Crispin always remembered you and how he brought your memory everywhere with him.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The triple tapping. Perhaps it was your way of wordlessly saying you loved him while simultaneously bidding him goodbye as a ghost. He didn't know. You couldn't speak (or he couldn't hear you), so you did what you could.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Just that gesture every once in a while as you quietly listened to him tell you about his day.

When he had to leave, he saw you there by the tree, sitting and waving at him. The next time he came to visit, you were there. Always there, waiting.

And when you weren't, after a couple of decades, Crispin knew that it was time for him to let you go.

To let himself move on.

But that didn't mean he stopped hurting or stopped loving you. He could never stop loving you. Never.

Kahit kailangan ka niyang bitawan upang makapagpatuloy ka sa kabilang buhay, habangbuhay kang minahal ng isang diyos ng digmaan.

× AUTHOR'S NOTE ×

Nasa mood kasi akong manakit ng tao (because ngayon ko lang pinanood ang mga pelikula ni Rico Yan & Claudine Barretto after his death; ang pait eh, right person but wrong time). Medyo sadista pala ako, haha. Ayun, pati ako umiiyak habang nagsusulat nito. Even when I was showering, I was still crying and blowing my nose out. Sana nagustuhan niyo kasi pati author niyo nasaktan sa ginawa niya. 🥲😅

And that tapping gesture was inspired by a random Reddit post I saw years ago. As someone whose love language ain't saying stuff out loud, that just really called out to me. Acts of service kasi akin, eh.

Anyways, I finished writing this at like, 12AM. I'll just edit the typos and errors tomorrow because I want to get this oneshot off my chest. Goodnight! 😂💤

Comments and constructive criticism are welcome! Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, too! (Yes, you may also rant at me for this.) 💙

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