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peaches-writes · 3 years

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super random prompts for today bc im feeling nostalgic~

tw // death

at 1100 years of you fulfilling your punishment as a human turned grim reaper, no one could blame you when you confess that you don’t really know yourself now if the promise you swore to chan before he died by your sword in his first life is still serious or holds meaning to you. it was a long long time ago, already muddled in your failing memories, when you swore to the joseon era prince that you would ‘find and torture him in every life he gets’ because he invaded your village and branded you as a criminal (which ultimately led to you doing the things that got you landed with your current spiritual punishment). at present, having already met different versions of him in his subsequent lives and delivering him to the afterlife each time without fail, you’re not sure anymore if you can still hold onto this promise and cause him trouble. after all, every version of him that pops up on your radar throughout the centuries never remembers what he did in his first life, let alone remember you. plus, the only time he sees you now as a grim reaper is on his death bed, when you come to fetch him and confess to causing some of the misfortunes he’s experienced in the life that he’s lived.

so imagine your surprise when the gods inform you that chan only has one reincarnation left to spend and that he’ll spend it in the 21st century seoul, right where everything started. you’re then furthermore petrified when this version you meet not only has the ability to see and interact with ghosts by his 3rd eye but also finds the journal you unknowingly drop at his neighbor’s funeral: filled with notes on him and his previous lives as well as the confusing feelings you’ve unconsciously developed over the years. the final nail in the coffin, however, is that he’s not smug about it when he eventually finds you at the local graveyard, unlike how you expected of the chan from the joseon era. instead, he asks you all about his past lives, your punishment, and what he should expect in his next life if he has any. this time, with no means of escaping from his 3rd eye and his dangerously fast biking skills, you’re forced to confront the soul of the person you once called your enemy.

more of the kids under the cut!

minho receives a google form link from you at the strike of midnight on your 1st anniversary as a couple, initially opening it on the assumption that it’s the survey form you previously coerced him into agreeing to answer for your senior thesis. the computer science major is then thoroughly surprised when the link opens to a red and pink-themed form titled, “y/n’s boyfriend application!” with questions ranging from, “full name so i can flames it with my name” to “rate my annoying habits from ‘i love them dw’ to ‘this is probably going to be one of the future reasons why we’ll break-up.’” he messages you first before anything else, asking you just exactly ‘what the fuck is this application for, babe?’ to which you only reply with a spam of winking emojis. actually, you only reply with winking emojis and actual winks when he decides to videocall you into answering him, leading minho to answer the form while you’re peeking over on a small browser on his laptop screen. your boyfriend mainly answers the questions lightheartedly, even reading his answers aloud to you after (”what number on the fan do i like? four, of course!” “minho, you’re a monster.”). that is until the last question which he only smiles at before spending the last five minutes of your videocall typing continuously then ending the call after submitting, preventing you from interrogating him and his sudden change in behavior.

it’s only after the call that you see his answer to the last question (”why do you love me”), an entire eight paragraphs of him just mindlessly rambling about whatever comes at the top of his head to answer the question: ranging from his favourite and least favourite memories of you together, the things he loves about you coupled with the things he claims to not like about you (before shyly admitting towards the end that he still finds things to love about them), and an “overall there’s a lot of reasons why i love you: some i’ve mentioned, some i haven’t, some i’ve discovered, and some i will find out about in the future when we celebrate our 2nd year anniversary, 3rd, 4th, and the ones we’ll eventually forget what number they’re supposed to be because we’ll probably be married and busy with a lot of other things ;) there’s just no one definitive answer to this question, to be honest, but this is what comes at the top of my head. happy one year, baby <3″

when the fabric of reality that blankets seoul is reported to have been ripped at the seams, you start mysteriously losing some of your personal belongings to the parallel dimension’s version of your apartment. at first you blame it on your public enemy no. 1 and roommate, changbin, who does have a habit of borrowing things without permission and forgetting to return them. when you find a blue-haired and heavily tattooed changbin using your hair dryer in the bathroom one day (clearly looking very different from the roommate you’ve been living with for 6 months who has blonde hair and piercings only), however, only then do you realize that it’s been your roommate’s parallel version who’s been unknowingly receiving your things. what’s more surprising is him getting visibly confused at you initially throwing a fit at him when you mistook him as your real roommate, explaining to you later on that he and your parallel version are dating. you purposely avoid parallel dimension changbin for a few days in embarrassment from the latter, that is until he sits you down in the living room a week later (while your dimension’s changbin is out at his part-time job) and asks you, “so, what’s your problem with my parallel self? maybe i can help!”

only parallel dimension changbin proves himself to be unhelpful when all he comments on your subsequent ramblings is a cheesy grin and, “your roommate’s probably in love with you. god, i can’t believe that even in your reality i’m stupid.”

in a world where the person who doesn’t reciprocate an individual’s strong feelings instead of the other way around, hyunjin’s had his own fair share of sick days and pharmacy runs to suppress the flowers that bloom in him from admirers who fall way too deep into his charms. he’s slightly grown desensitized to it, having already memorized what to do and what to say to the people who are forced to confront and apologize to him each and every time. when it’s you who’s suddenly confessing your sudden feelings to him, promising that you’ll get over it in a month and even stay away for a while for his sake, only then does he feel a strange mix of dread, worry, and fear at the pit of his stomach. he doesn’t want you, his best friend, to ever leave his side but at the same time he can’t find it in himself to reciprocate your feelings for you to stay. for the first time, he doesn’t know what to do nor what to say to you, the daffodils suddenly feeling heavier in his lungs the more you try and distance yourself and see new people.

jisung, unlike how the cliche trope goes, always bets everything on him missing his shot at your subdivision’s basketball court. he always says something along the lines of, “if i miss this shot, let’s go the movies!” or “if the ball falls off the rim after 5 seconds, you’ll go to the beach party with me!” despite being the star player of your high school basketball team himself. he always purposely misses for fun and gets his reward, of course, even when you remind him to shoot properly through flustered expressions and feigned huffs. this has then caused you your entire summer time and allowance, all spent glued to jisung’s hip and buying him all sorts of things from ice cream, extended time to borrow surf boards at the beach, and even a ride ticket to the travelling carnival’s ferris wheel (where he stole a kiss from you at the top like the cheesy little shit that he is).

whenever you ask him why he bets in reverse each and every time, however, only then does his confident smirk disappears into his blush and he turns his entire face away from you; too shy to admit that you make him a little too nervous whenever it’s just you watching him shoot hoops. give him a rest, he just wants more full assurance that he’ll get to spend more time with you, as boyish as that sounds.

you probably should’ve known better than to provoke chenle and wooyoung when you told them over the student council meeting that a marriage booth probably wouldn’t give you a lot of revenue since your school festival this year doesn’t fall on valentine’s day week. you probably should’ve expected that the first thing they’d do after the student assembly, when the festival is formally opened, is to drag you into said marriage booth—your english classroom decorated from top to bottom in cheap white cloth, plastic flowers, and an edit of your senior alumni bang chan as jesus—and put you into one of the flower crown veils they probably got at someone’s baptism, explaining that they need someone to kickstart the booth and attract more customers. but most of all, you probably should’ve expected that these two troublemaking vice president and secretary of yours wouldn’t hesitate to take this opportunity to torment you even further because suddenly you’re getting fake married to felix, your chem lab partner and long-time crush, who also has his own ‘sins’ to atone to chenle and wooyoung (something about ditching them at a party because he saw an injured cat stuck up on a tree on the way to the venue). the two of you stand in front of the “bang chan altar” for 10 minutes with han jisung in a questionable pope costume, the two of you attracting passersby who are mostly your classmates murmuring “oh my god, y/n and felix?” or “i knew it! those two are so cute together!” as the two of you are forced into exchanging cereal box rings and saying impromptu vows.

what you didn’t expect from this experience, however, is felix suddenly confessing in his vows, clearing his throat awkwardly while sliding the purple plastic ring on your ring finger and saying, “this isn’t how i imagined it to go but we’re both here, all of our classmates are here, and you’re looking really pretty today so, uh...y/n, i just want to say that i’ve really liked you for a long time.”

your grandmother shows you her first look of disapproval over your weaved fabrics when you start creating pieces that seem to resemble the aura of a boy. as much as you don’t want to see her disappointed, tradition still stands that you have to design your fabrics according to how you would interpret your dreams and since you turned 18, all you’ve been dreaming about is your potential soulmate. of all 7 billion in the world, you just have to be one of the rare ones with the ability to interpret your dreams on textile and have these said dreams be your soulmate bond to someone else as well. instead of arbitrary colors or shapes resembling nature like your grandmother and everyone else, you’re trying to recreate the face of a boy your age with the kindest smile you’ve ever seen and the prettiest brown eyes; instead of putting the sounds of the ocean or the chirping of birds as they would be usually heard in dreams onto colorful fabric, you’re trying to mix red, orange, and yellow dyes on threads just to try and capture seungmin’s golden voice whenever he would sing to you in your dreams. your soulmate becomes your muse, the lasting impressions he makes on you in the 3 real-time seconds of dreaming that you spend with him embedding themselves into the blanket you’ve been tasked to make for the winter.

seungmin is more than flattered of course, finding genuine fascination in what you do and excitement to see you in person once university allows him. it’s only at the end of the year, however, right on christmas day, when he finally sees you on vacation in your town with his family—finding you at the beach party his new friend hyunjin invites him to where you dance around the bonfire with your own friends, wrapped in the blanket made of warm colors that just scream his very soul and aura. your eyes meet almost as soon as he arrives because of your soulmate pull, causing you to become flustered at realizing that you’re wearing the blanket design that’s been inspired by him, and before he knows it, kim seungmin is running to you and grabbing your arm. “hi.” he pants breathlessly, his relieved smile shining brightly against the orange glow of the fire to your side. “finally. it’s you!”

jeongin stares at his laptop for a solid 5 minutes in complete and utter confusion before his roommate seungmin pokes him on the side of his head and asks if he passed his dream university, snapping him out of reality. it’s not that he didn’t pass the entrance exam, definitely not because he’s still feeling confident from answering it from almost 6 months ago. rather, it’s that the acceptance e-mail sent to him by the university is for a completely different name, your name out of all applicants out there—that one person he sat next to at cram school and turned down at the end of the summer. logging into his social media accounts, he sees people voicing out their concerns for similar incidents, that they’re getting acceptance or rejection e-mails of other applicants instead of their own, and posts that aim to track down who’s gotten who to remedy this. when seungmin hears this, he simply shrugs and urges jeongin to simply message you and get over it since the two of you are connected on social media anyway. but still, jeongin takes another hour to message you with a simple, “hi, i got your e-mail. should i forward it to you?” even closing his laptop in a hurry and running back into the comfort of his blanket as soon as he hears the dreadful ping of the messenger app. he knows he shouldn’t be flustered to message you, especially with something as important as your acceptance letter, but he can’t help but feel weak in the knees at the thought of having to talk to you again after almost a year because all he can think about is that he really shouldn’t have rejected you in that offer to go to the movies in the first place.

what’s worse is that, since he sent the message over online, his thoughts can’t help but overthink your simple “really? here’s my e-mail” reply that comes not even a second after he sends his message—even more your follow-up reply of “i got yours too btw! i’ll forward it to you when you forward mine” when he doesn’t reply immediately. jeongin’s fingers uncontrollably shake as he musters up the courage to reply, face blushing red the entire time as he e-mails you your acceptance letter. all this time, considering how the two of you haven’t talked in a long time, he only thinks about one ambitious thought: “is it a bad time? to bring up that movie offer again?”

#stray kids #skz #chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #seungmin #i.n.

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canyonxhalo · 2 years

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Chapter 7

Harry spends every day with Louis now, taking the entire day every day to be with him. He brings him over for dinner with his aunt sometimes, and other times, they eat lunch at Louis' apartment with his roommate, Zayn. It's warm and fun. He thinks he could get used to this even though this is so not what he came here for. But somehow he feels happier than he's been in years.

Harry listens closely as he approaches the door of Louis' apartment, hearing the sounds of someone singing. As he opens the door, he can suddenly make out the words.

"Summer loving had me a blast, Summer loving happened so fast, I met a boy crazy for me, Met a boy cute as can be...”

Harry claps a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing as he realizes that Louis is singing wholeheartedly to this song. He also notes the change of girl to boy in the third line...

"Summer days drifting away, To, oh, oh, the summer nights Well-a well-a well-a, huh

Tell me more, tell me more, Did you get very far?

Tell me more, tell me more, Like does he have a car?

He swam by me, he got a cramp. He ran by me, got my suit damp.

I saved his life, he nearly drowned. He showed off, splashing around.

Summer sun, something's begun, But, oh, oh, the summer nights"

Harry peeks around the corner to see that Louis is also dancing. He's in a towel, singing into his blow dryer. It's like Harry just walked into a rom-com.

"Well-a well-a well-a huh. Tell me more, tell me more, Was it love at first sight? Tell me more, tell me more, Did he put up a fight?

Took her bowling in the Arcade. We went strolling, drank lemonade,

We made out under the dock, We stayed up 'till ten o'clock,

Summer fling, don't mean a thing, But, oh, oh, the summer nights..

Well-a well-a well-a huh, Tell me more, tell me more, But you don't gotta brag. Tell me more, tell me more, ‘Cause he sounds like a drag.

He got friendly, holding my hand. He got friendly down in the sand.

He was sweet just turned eighteen. Well, he was good you know what I mean…"

Harry knows that he's been watching for far too long now, but he just can't look away. It's adorable watching Louis dance around.

"Summer heat, boy and boy meet. But, oh, oh, the summer nights…

Tell me more, tell me more. How much dough did he spend? Tell me more, tell me more. Could he get me a friend?

It turned colder, that's where it ends… So I told him we'd still be friends…

Then we made our true love vow, Wonder what he's doing now…

Summer dreams ripped at the seams… But, oh, those summer niiiiiiii-”

Louis turns around in the middle of hitting the final high note, abruptly freezing when he sees Harry standing in the doorway. Harry thinks it's the first time he's seen Louis truly embarrassed by something because of the way his cheeks suddenly go pink.

"Fuck, how long have you been standing there?" Louis asks.

Harry laughs. "I got to see most of the performance."

“It's not funny," Louis says.

"Oh, I think it is," Harry teases. "Grease fan, huh?"

"'It's my favorite movie" Louis admits with a sigh. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

Harry just ignores the question, stepping forward to kiss Louis in greeting. "Hi."

"Hi.… you are aware that I'm in nothing but a towel?" Louis says.

"Yes, and I'm enjoying it," Harry grins.

"Perv," Louis rolls his eyes, but he doesn't push Harry away.

Harry kisses him again, this time lingering just a little longer.

"You know, I do actually have to get dressed if we're gonna go out to the boardwalk today,” Louis says.

"Alright, fine," Harry lets him go to get his clothes.

Louis takes Harry to the boardwalk, where they spend the entire day. It's one of the silly touristy type things Harry wanted to do, and Louis was happy to offer to take him. But the entire day is lots of fun, and even better, spent with someone Harry is quickly falling for.

On the ride back to Louis' apartment, they listen to music on the radio. Louis holds Harry's hand, thumb stroking his knuckles occasionally. It feels so natural.

Once they arrive, Harry follows Louis into the dark apartment.

"Is Zayn out?" he asks.

"Yeah, probably staying at Liam's tonight," Louis explains. "Do you wanna... um.. stay?"

"Yeah, that's alright with you?" Harry asks.

Louis nods, pulling Harry into his bedroom. "You can borrow a T-shirt or something to sleep in, if you want."

"Okay," Harry says.

They get ready for bed in silence. It's a little awkward. Thev've never slept in the same bed before, so neither one of them is sure of what is okay.

Harry sidles into the bed wearing one of Louis' T-shirts and his boxers. Louis is dressed similarly. They lie there for a moment.

"I had a really good time tonight, Lou. Thanks for taking me," Harry says, turning his head to look at Louis.

"No problem. It was really fun," he replies.

Eventually, it's Harry that breaks through the timidness, leaning over to kiss Louis softly. Louis kisses him back, lips moving gently but quickly against each other.

This goes on for a while as they lazily make out, slowly becoming more comfortable. Harry lets a hand creep under Louis' shirt to touch the small of his back, pressing their bodies closer together. The kissing becomes more urgent, tongues sneaking into each other's mouths and bodies beginning to give in to every touch and feeling.

Soon, Louis is taking Harry's shirt off, tossing it onto the floor and leaving a trail of kisses down his torso. Harry's heart is pounding, and he's certain Louis can feel it.

He's a little nervous. Harry's not exactly inexperienced with physical stuff… He's done some experimentation through the past few years. But this feels much more emotionally charged than he's used to. It somehow makes it better though.

"This okay?" Louis asks, barely a whisper.

Harry nods quickly, conveying that everything Louis is doing is 100% completely okay. More than.

After that, it gets a little blurry. But Harry won't ever forget it.

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atlazaraes · 3 years

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𝐂. 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐊 : 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 : mentions of fire, self harm

it starts the day after he leaves . after her father took the angel out of her && back into him . skin still buzzing , feeling too tight against the lines of her bones . as if it spent too long in the dryer && when it went put back onto the frame of her body , they discovered that it had shrunk too small for an already small figure && needed to go stretched thin && taunt in order to fit . it is going to rip , she can feel it . almost longs for it .

it starts off small . lighting tea light candles && holding her hand out so the flame licks her palm just so . laying out in the rain until she’s chilled to her bones && her mother has to pull her in && watch as she takes medicine for the cold that’s already starting to show in her ruddy cheeks && runny nose && shakes she cannot quell . standing out in a lightning storm , daring nature to strike her down . maybe it’ll feel like castiel did when he filled her to the brim . looking back , she will always wonder how something so big stuffed itself into her little girl body without splitting it at the seams .

claire eventually grows to other things && comes to be unsure om if she’s chasing how it felt to have an angel jaeger her body or if she's ensuring that she’s still human . pinching && poking to see the blood spread under or over her skin . shoving safety pins through her ears && her lip && her belly button . gets a rose tattooed on her wrist && then follows it up with a handful of stars when the hole in her lip closes almost too easily it frightens her for a moment . makes her hopeful for a moment . ( is she human , still? or other . which is more preferable . someone , please , tell her . )

there's a period where she gets into fights just because she can && when she , eventually , takes up hunting , the initial period is . well . far from pristine . rather , it’s dirty && quick && some of the openings she leaves are intentional . let them underestimate her . let her feel danger . the thrill . make her wonder if she’ll live the next five minutes && it’s okay . at least until she remembers the promise she made dean without actually saying the words ’ i promise ’ .

i solemnly swear not to hunt like a dumbass . except . that’s what she does . without any care about how the people who care for her might feel if one of those openings leads directly ��to her heart because for a bit , a long bit , stemming from when her mother drops off the face of the planet , she’s not entirely sure anyone does . castiel doesn’t , because he left her for her daddy && though he seems to want to try , claire isn’t entirely convinced it’s anything beyond bare bones . sam && dean , too . bare bones . she likens any bit of fondness they may , possibly , feel is simply because they attribute jimmy novak to an angel && she’s his not daughter . jodie && alex had her thrust into their lives with too much baggage than they should have to deal with . her mother deemed the search for herself , for a miracle more important than her daughter && randy . well . we don’t talk about randy . she’s expandable .

it lessens , though not entirely , when she finally lets herself believe that affection is affection as opposed to a mirage . that there are people around her that would mourn her . that feel the pain of every hit she takes , every sharp object she shoves beneath her skin . risks go from intentional to unavoidable for sometimes plans aren’t perfect but shit needs to get done .

#c. novak.#self harm tw

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lazaraes-a · 4 years

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𝐂. 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐊 : 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 : mentions of fire, self harm

i solemnly swear not to hunt like a dumbass . except . that’s what she does . without any care about how the people who care for her might feel if one of those openings leads directly to her heart because for a bit , a long bit , stemming from when her mother drops off the face of the planet , she’s not entirely sure anyone does . castiel doesn’t , because he left her for her daddy && though he seems to want to try , claire isn’t entirely convinced it’s anything beyond bare bones . sam && dean , too . bare bones . she likens any bit of fondness they may , possibly , feel is simply because they attribute jimmy novak to an angel && she’s his not daughter . jodie && alex had her thrust into their lives with too much baggage than they should have to deal with . her mother deemed the search for herself , for a miracle more important than her daughter && randy . well . we don’t talk about randy . she’s expandable .

#c. novak.#self harm tw #queue.

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