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[solairemelo]

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[solairemelo]

i forgot to announce but i will be on a semi-hiatus :) gonna check oomfs' posts whenever i get the chance and release the femcoco fic but i gotta lock in for my exams coming up first

[7yataki]

⠀⠀𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ MDNI, cow hybrid!kei, lactation kink, dom!r/sub!fem!kei undertones, light spanking (like once)

imagine... 💭 cow hybrid!kei whose breasts keep leaking milk. they're so full and heavy, painfully engorged that even after she keeps squeezing and pumping it out, there's still an endless supply of milk.

she stocks it in her fridge, quietly selling it to people in need, acting as if she's not the one pumping it from herself; a secret she swore to keep to herself, taking it to her grave until this phase passes.

but then you show up, interested in your neighbor cow hybrid who somehow has endless supply of milk to provide even though she barely leaves town. she simply goes to work and comes back home, so how is she getting all this milk?

you ask her out to dinner one day. reluctance and hesitance wash over cow!kei's face, her tail swishing once before going still, ears on the side of her head twitching nervously, but she gets convinced.

she's in your house, talking as the conversation between you flows easily. cow!kei is having fun, smiling as she forgets herself for a moment.

then her chest begins to ache, hurting every time she takes a breath. she knows what that means, signals firing off in her head: if she doesn't leave now, she'll begin to leak through her shirt.

however, you don't let her leave, pulling her down back to her seat. she stumbles, falling on top of you, soft breasts pressing against your face as you catch the faint sweetness of milk from them.

you look up at her past the soft curve of her tits in your face, gazing at the pink flush spreading across her skin. she scrambles to move, but her nipples are so sensitive that with the lightest brush against your nose, she gasps as she's unable to hold back her moan.

cow!kei's fingers dig deeper into the couch behind you, grip faltering. her body shakes as she tries to stop the noises, to stop the leaking, but when you move your face against her sensitive buds once again, she comes undone. they begin with drops soaking through her shirt, drips getting longer till a stream of milk spills out of her. the sweetness fills your mouth as you lap it all up.

your other hand finds her other sensitive breast and squeezes. cow!kei bellows, broken sounds leaving her as you milk her in your living room. the sounds echo through your living room, body arching into you as she physically begs for more.

you lift her shirt up, shoving her padded bra that was filled with liners already soaked through. her tits bounce in front of you, so heavy as they beg to be freed from all that milk stretching them out. with her eyes closed and arm supporting her weight on top of you, you continue to drink as if desperate to milk her dry.

her other breast dripping milk all over you, the liquid leaving a sticky residue as it trickles down your chest, your torso, and your lap. you can feel it soaking through the fabric of your clothes as they cling to you. your squeezes are in rhythm with your mouth, every suck met by a squeeze.

cow!kei's tail wraps around your wrist, gasping as she begs you to stop or else she won't be able to hold herself back anymore.

with a pop, you let go of her sensitive bud, tongue still flicking over it. "then don't hold back. let go for me, baby.

cow!kei is so lost in the feeling that she's practically boneless above you. her body shaking as she can barely hold herself up, slumping against you.

"please," her breathing is ragged as she picks up the breast you've been abusing with your mouth. "please, don't stop.

you suck harder this time, deliberately drinking slowly as her milk flows through her like a river. she grinds on top of you as you press a soft kiss to her sternum, you decide to have mercy and continue feeding on her other sensitive bud. the whimper she lets out at the familiar yet new feeling has her doubling over, back arching even more.

her hand sneaks between her legs, the stimulation enough to arouse her but not enough to get her off.

and she's begging to get off.

yet, you catch her, hand grabbing her wrist as you yank it out from between her thighs. looking up at her, you take in the beauty in front of you: ears that flapped to calm herself down, flushed red neck that creeps up her face and chest, and nipples inflamed and dripping with liquid—a mix of your saliva and her milk.

"did i tell you to touch yourself?" your tone shakes her to the core.

hand balled up in a fist as she continues to slowly grind on you. her tail swishing side-to-side before lazily wrapping around your calf.

"please." cow!kei says in such a small voice, breathing ragged as she grows desperate.

"beg for it."

your tone is ruthless. your other hand that was once milking her, slapped her ass. her gasp is loud, surprised at how wet she is before she moans again. biting her lip, she grinds down even more, hungrier for your touch, for your orders.

"please, let me touch myself," she shoves her breasts even more into your face, "or you can touch me all you want.

her smile is as sweet as her milk as her ears flick back, the way she looks at you is filled with hunger as if she could eat you up right there. hearts shoot out of her eyes when she feels your hand roughly shoving her skirt upwards, fingers exploring the thin fabric of her panties till they get to her most sensitive bud.

one small rub, and she's already trembling.

your eyes never leave her face, watching as cow!kei's face contorts into one of pure bliss, eyes rolled back as her tail rises in anticipation of an orgasm. her hips don't stop, grinding on your hand as you continue tracing over her swollen heat with slow, lazy circles

she whines—music in your ears—begging you to go faster, harder, rougher, and you comply. hand shoving into her underwear, and mouth back to suckling on the engorged teat, you're merciless. fingers shoving into her that she responds to with a gasp as your tongue circles the smooth, inflamed bud, her senses are overwhelmed with pleasure. she can feel it closing in on her the more she gets lost in the dizzying bliss

cow!kei can feel the snaps behind her ears, creeping into her vision the closer she gets to her peak. her bellow is loud, arms wrapping around your neck as her hips stutter on top of you, your fingers relentless in their motion as they continue pumping in and out of her

the broken sounds that leave her fill you entirely, feeling her milk stream against your body doubling. when she's coming down, riding out her high, she holds your wrist in place, breathing heavily as she rests her head on your shoulder

you stay like that for what feels like an hour, your hand rubbing soothing circles over cow!kei's back as she finds comfort in her position, taking a well-deserved snooze. 𖹭

⤷𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @hana07nn, @rikizglazer1009, @xionvlog, @ikigaijo, @solairemelo, @smidare, @imthepeanutsauce, @fumaid, @secretchrysgp, @yumangel, @deersui, @ssosstrange, @odetolune, @yvalrik, @drkbl00d, @kpoplover-00005, @chillacs — @wanyangii

[sunmoonnie]

10 PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

thanks for the tag my glorious @wonscapes hehe

last song : supernova — aespa

currently watching : i dont watch anything rn!! i just cant find good series, so i keep rewatching the big bang theory😭 over and over and over and over again

current obsession : i always have a lot... but lately ive been very fixated on mental illnesses and what causes them in the brain so ive been writing down them in my notebook. (bro even studies in summer break what a fucking loser)

currently reading : i just finished reading ward d by freida mcfadden like 5 minutes ago and im about to start the inmate!!

currently wearing : uh green socks with toasters on them, black pants and black oversized shirt that says 'ramen' even though ive never eaten ramen before

currently working on : my tyunning teacher x teacher fic!! its a fic im very excited for because its been ages since i wrote member x member stuff, even though im more confident in writing those + the male perspective😅 also need a little break from tumblr (so sorry) and a break from straight fics

last google search : paranoid schizophrenia

favorite flowers : genuinely idk im not a flower person😭

tags: @ikigaijo @wanyangii @nichozzystuffs @makizdoll @eu1joo @minhosimthings @enlov3vampxo @nichoberri (no pressure)

[nichozzystuffs]

10 PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW ˎˊ˗ 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

@sunmoonnie babygirl thank you sm for tagging me i love these :)

last song: who knows by daniel caesar

currently watching : was watching my fav nicho live :)

current obsession : ampersandone (they're genuinely so freaking funny)

currently reading: the fault in our stars

currently working on: her - nicholas for the berrybittynetwork event!!

currently wearing : typical y/n outfit; oversized t and sleep shorts

last google search: laufey falling behind lyrics

fav flower: red roses

tags: @yumangel @makizdoll @minhosimthings @junifi3d @odetolune @wanyangii (no pressure)

[wanyangii]

10 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW ʚ(๑>ᴗ<๑)˚୨

thank you for tagging me @sunmoonnie and @nichozzystuffs !!!! love you both so much ~ !!!!

last song : angel baby — troye sivan

currently watching : project 7 + blue lock + deep in

current obsession : hmmm… story games, specifically horror story games!! i have a long list that i’m planning on playing over summer

currently reading : i’d say my global media studies textbook T^T

currently wearing : just woke up so… my pajamas, large oversized camo shirt (with pink characters all over it), white shorts (with a small bunny logo on them).

currently working on : my inbox!!! but, i have a lot of other works i’m trying to get done.. sneak peek— bratty kei, inspired by yeonjun’s — ice cream !! i’m excited for no labels part 2 !!!

last google search : … “width” — yes i was half asleep and forgot what the word meant while describing someone’s shoulders in a fic—

favorite flower : tulips, hydrangeas, lily of the valley, water lilies, roses

💭 tags — no pressure @yumanohime @7yataki @withallmy-heart @minhosimthings @nichoberri @ikigaijo @angelskura @junifi3d @jyuugoyasmine @makizdoll @jyuumii

[yuumaszn]

10 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW ˎˊ˗ 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

tysm @wanyangii for the tag <33 mwahh

last song: unpublishable by Ethel Cain

currently watching: jujutsu kaisen and yellowjackets!

current obsession: currently it’s decorating and changing my profiles! but im getting obsessed with ff7 again!

currently reading: I just started the third book of fourth wing!

currently wearing: my pajamas! my Eric cartman you can suck my balls shirt and blue striped shorts.

currently working on: good kitty pt 2 and a taki fic <3

last google search: crepes

favorite flower: lily of the valley and roses

No pressure tags — @smidare @jyuugoyasmine @7yataki @solairemelo @minhosimthings <3

[solairemelo]

10 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW ˎˊ˗ ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭

ty to @jyuumii, @odetolune, @7yataki & @junifi3d for tagging me!!

last song: be my druidess - type o negative

currently watching: lowkey nothing bc i'm preparing for exams </3

current obsession: dmc (especially v & dante) & wan2talk

currently reading: the key to solomon's key by lon milo duquette

currently working on: fem nico and the lion hybrid nico fics uwah

currently wearing: my pajamas

last google search: fibromyalgia friendly workouts </3

fav flower: lily of the valley, red roses, magnolias, and hyacinths!!

಄ tagging: @doyoueverthinkofrose @minhosimthings @yumangel @yumanohime @eu1joo @ikigaijo @yuuniversezx @guliexe @uoujuu @saturnsfae (no pressure!!)

[segamascott]

[solairemelo]

i'm gonna do the 10 ppl thingy tomorrow but i'm giggling at how both of my wives are obsessed w one of the spardas from dmc now #myimpact

[odetolune]

happy weno birth to all those who celebrate! ฅ^>⩊<^ฅ

[segamascott]

[odetolune]

happy jo birth to all those who celebrate!! ૮ ฅ• ﻌ -ฅ ა

[minhosimthings]

Of Honey || B.EJ

Synopsis: Grief and Love are both made of Honey. Your husband, Euijoo would be more than happy to provide evidence on a rainy, cuddly evening.

Pairing: husband!euijoo x wife!reader

Warnings: floofy floofy fluff, REMINISCINGGGG, me and my poetic vows again did you miss us

A/N: genuinely such a fun fic to work on. Shoutout to @berrybittynetwork's admins for organising this event!! Make sure to check out the other creator's works also guys y'all will love them. As always, enjoy, my darlings!

Word Count: 3.1k

POSTCARDS FROM SUMMER

Honey.

What a peculiar word it is.

In latin, they call it 'mel'. In sanksrit they used to say 'kancan', very similar to the welsh 'canecon'. Either way both denote a golden-yellow colour, obviously to show the colour of sweet honey.

Sweet and golden, the perfect way to describe honey.

Or love.

They're both the same thing, sweet, golden, sticky, permanently staining. Things to warm the heart and soul during winter.

Love is all those things.

Sweet like the first bite of a ripe grape, golden as the dying sun on a summer evening, sticky like connecting threads of saliva after a kiss, permanently staining as…..well, as love. Things to warm the heart and mind during all seasons.

You could make a connection of all those things to Euijoo too.

Would it be logical to say the honey of your life instead of the conventional love of your life?

The rain outside seemed to have its own rhythm, a gentle percussion against the vast glass panes of the apartment windows.

You were curled into the corner of the oversized sofa, a thick, knitted blanket pooling around your lap—the one you and Euijoo had bought on a whim at a flea market, laughing at its garish mustard-yellow color. It was ugly and it was perfect and, most importantly, it was yours.

Your book rested in your hands, the spine cracked open to some chapter about forbidden meetings along a riverside in the monsoon. The words blurred pleasantly as your mind wandered, relishing the quiet of the evening.

The rain traced silver rivers down the glass and the city lights beyond smeared into soft, glowing constellations. It was the kind of stillness that felt other-wordly, something that only gods and deities were worthy of keeping forever in a locked snowglobe.

You heard your husband before you saw him—the soft shuffle of his feet on the hardwood, the quiet sigh of someone waking from slumber.

Euijoo emerged from the hallway, his hair slightly mussed, his pajama shirt untucked and wrinkled. They were the same ones you'd bought for him last winter, patterned with tiny, ridiculous bees. You'd claimed it was ironic. He'd claimed it was destiny.

He didn't say a word. He simply padded over, lifted the edge of the blanket and slid in beside you. His warmth seeped into your side like sunlight through a window. His arm looped around your waist, his cheek pressing against your shoulder. You could smell the faint trace of sleep on him, mixed with the clean scent of their shared laundry detergent.

You set the book down, letting your fingers drift into his hair. He hummed, a low, contented sound that vibrated against your ribs.

"Couldn't sleep?" You whispered.

"Mm. Woke up and the bed was too big." He murmured, his voice thick and drowsy. "You know I can't sleep without my love by my side."

You smiled, the word settling in your chest like something warm and golden. The rain kept falling, a silver curtain beyond the glass, much like it had the night before your wedding.

The memory of that night was engraved into your brain—how the sky had cracked open with a fury that seemed personal, as if the universe had decided to test your resolve.

You had stood at the window of your old apartment, much smaller than this one, watching sheets of water batter the street, your heart racing with such ridiculous, panicked thoughts: What if the storm doesn't stop? What if no one comes? What if we have to cancel?

You had been pacing, wringing your hands when Euijoo found you. He had walked up quietly, placed his warm palms on your shoulders and pressed his chin to the top of your head.

"Tell me what you're thinking about, my love." He had said, his voice calm as still water.

"I'm thinking about the rain." You had whispered back, your throat tight. "What if it doesn't stop by tomorrow? What if we have to cancel? What if—"

Euijoo had turned you around gently, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones. His eyes, dark and steady, held yours.

"Then we get married in the rain." He had said simply.

You had blinked at him. "Euijoo we can't just—"

"Can't we?" A small smile had tugged at his lips. "You know, knots are harder to open when they're wet. So if we tie the knot in the rain, it'll be even harder to undo. That sounds like good luck to me."

You had let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, a laugh escaping despite all the muddled up thoughts still enveloping your mind. He had pulled you into his chest and you had listened to his heartbeat drowning out the storm.

And now, here you were, years later, in a bigger apartment with bigger windows, the same rain falling, the same man wrapped around you. But he was still awake, his fingers tracing absent patterns on your hip, his breathing not quite settling into sleep.

Then one eye peeked open, glinting in the dim light from the window.

"Still awake?" You murmured.

Your husband hummed, nuzzling deeper into your shoulder. "Can't sleep. The rain's too loud tonight." His voice was a sleepy mumble against your collarbone. "Talk about something. Anything. Your voice makes me feel safe."

You thought about it for a while, the words forming slowly in your mind like condensation on a cold window. Your fingers continued their gentle path through his hair, tracing the familiar shape of his skull, the softness of his nape. The rain outside had softened to a murmur, as if it too was leaning in to listen.

You thought about how far you had come.

The person you were before Euijoo felt like a stranger now, someone you remembered the way you remember a dream upon waking.

Vivid at the edges, fading at the center. She had been sharper, maybe, more guarded. She had carried her loneliness like a shield, polished and proud, never realizing it was also a cage. She had laughed, yes, but sometimes the laughter had a hollow ring, like a bell with a crack in it.

Euijoo had loved her—loved you—in a way that demanded nothing from you but asked everything.

To be seen. To be known. To let the walls crumble, even if it meant standing in the open, trembling and exposed.

To love is to change.

You had learned that slowly, painfully and beautifully.

To love is also to let go.

To love is to abandon the parts of yourself that no longer serve the life you are building together. The pride that kept you from asking for help, the silence you used as armor, the habit of expecting the worst because it hurt less than hoping for the best.

You had let them go, one by one, like releasing balloons into a grey sky. And in their place, something new had grown. Patience, tenderness, a willingness to be soft.

But sometimes, late at night, when the rain fell and the world was quiet as the dead, you wondered about the parts you had released.

Did they miss you? Did you miss them?

And so the question came from somewhere deep and honest.

"Do you ever grieve the person you were before you met me?"

Words as fragile as spider silk. Euijoo was silent, though he hummed softly to let you know he heard your question. That was always Euijoo, always letting you know his love quietly and softly.

Like honey.

"Interesting choice of words." Euijoo said, tracing a pattern on your skin with his finger absentmindedly, "Do I ever grieve the person I was…."

You hummed. You did mean to use that word.

Because grief, you realised, was also made of honey.

Honey is amber—the color of memory, of old photographs, of sunlight trapped in resin. It is aged, not in the way that things spoil, but in the way that things deepen.

Raw honey, straight from the comb, is liquid and golden and runs freely.

But leave it long enough and it crystallizes. It thickens. It becomes something else entirely—still sweet, still honey but transformed. The crystals are proof of time passing, of molecules rearranging themselves into a new kind of permanence.

What is grief if not the crystallization of love after time has passed through it?

The sweetness remains, but it is no longer runny, no longer easy to pour out. You have to scoop it, spread it and let it melt on your tongue with patience. It catches in your throat sometimes, a sweetness so thick it almost chokes you.

And honey preserves.

That is its oldest magic. The ancient Egyptians buried jars of it with their dead, believing it would sustain them in the afterlife. Archaeologists have found honey thousands of years old, still edible, still golden and still sweet.

Grief does the same. It preserves the person you were, the person you loved as well as the person you have become. It embalms the memory in something golden which does not rot, something that can be opened years later and still taste of the past.

But honey is also sticky.

It clings to everything it touches—your fingers, the counter, the rim of the jar. You cannot touch it without being marked by it.

Grief is the same.

It adheres to the inside of your ribs, to the backs of your eyelids, to the spaces between your words. You carry it with you, even when you think you have wiped it clean. A residue of sweetness and ache, of something that simply refuses to be fully removed.

Despite all of this, honey is still sweet.

It is still, at its core, a gift from the bees and insects who gathered nectar from a million flowers and transformed it through their own bodies into something greater than the sum of its parts.

Grief, too, is a transformation. It is love that has been processed through the body of time, changed but not diminished.

So yes, you thought, as the rain continued its gentle song and your husband breathed softly against your shoulder.

Grief is also made of honey.

Amber and aged and crystallized and sweet—a preservation of what was, a sweetness that lingers, a stickiness that reminds you that you have loved and been loved and changed because of it.

And you waited, your hand still in his hair, your heart open and listening for whatever answer he would give.

Euijoo was quiet for a long moment. The rain filled the silence, a soft and steady rhythm against the glass and you felt his breathing shift against your shoulder—a slow inhale, a slower exhale, as if he was reaching deep into himself for the words.

Then he spoke, his voice low and rough with sleep and honesty.

"I think about it sometimes." He said. "Not with sadness, exactly. More like.….I look at old photographs of myself and I see…..such a stranger. A boy who filled his days with noise just so he could keep the silence away." He chuckled, a self-deprecating sound, "Doesn't that sound ridiculous?"

His fingers traced a lazy pattern on your hip and you felt the words vibrate through his chest where it pressed against you.

It was your turn to laugh, quiet and fond. "It just sounds really….human."

The rain applauded softly against the windows.

"I didn't know peace could sound like someone turning the pages of a book." His eyes drifted toward the novel resting on your lap. "Or humming while making coffee. Or asking me whether I want the last strawberry even though you already know the answer."

You smiled. "You always want the last strawberry."

"I always want you to have it." A comfortable silence settled again.

"You asked if I grieve him." Euijoo's voice became thoughtful. "The person I was before you." He considered it with the same care he gave everything important. "I don't think I grieve him."

"No?" You asked, though you felt your throat tighten. You pressed your lips to the top of his head, breathing him in.

"I thank him." You looked down at him. "For surviving long enough to meet you."

Your breath caught. Your husband really could be poetic in such moments, as if the sound of the rain outside awakened the inner artist in him.

"He was lonely." Euijoo continued. "He made mistakes. He mistook being needed for being cherished." He smiled to himself. "Poor idiot."

You nudged his forehead gently. "Don't call him an idiot."

"But he was." he laughed softly. "He kept buying plants he forgot to water."

"You still do."

"...I said kept buying them. I never said I stopped."

Another laugh escaped you, mingling with the rain. His expression softened again.

"I don't miss being him. But I respect him." Euijoo said quietly. "Because every bad decision he made somehow became the road that led to our front door."

His hand found yours beneath the blanket, threading your fingers together.

"If I erased him..." He squeezed your hand. "I'd erase every step that brought me here."

The apartment fell into that peculiar kind of silence only lovers understood, the kind that was full of things too complete for language.

Outside, lightning flashed somewhere beyond the skyline, illuminating the rain for only a heartbeat. Euijoo watched it.

"This reminds me of our wedding day." He continued, his voice growing softer, more dreamlike. "The rain had stopped, but the sky was still grey and the air smelled like..…what did you call it again?"

"Petrichor." You hummed. You loved that word so much.

"Slightly hard word I can't pronounce." Euijoo grinned at the sound of your snort of laughter, "I still remember your dress was slightly damp at the hem and there was a tiny leaf caught in your hair. You were so beautiful."

You closed your eyes and the memory bloomed behind your lids like a Polaroid developing.

The grass outside the venue had still been wet. The yarrow and roses had bowed beneath the weight of the rain. The chairs had to be dried one by one with white towels. Your shoes had collected tiny crescents of mud before you even reached the aisle.

Nothing had been perfect and everything had been beautiful.

Your heart swelled. You could see it as though it were happening again. The aisle lined with flowers still jeweled with rain, the soft gasp that rippled through the guests as the doors opened.

Euijoo, standing at the altar, his eyes fixed on you like you were the only solid thing in a world made of water and wind.

You remembered the way his hands trembled, the way he laughed once under his breath because he realized he was crying. And then his voice.

"My love," he'd begun, smiling through tears, "I wrote beautiful promises for today."

"It had a lot of metaphors and poetry because I wanted everyone here to hear how eloquently I loved you."

A ripple of laughter came from the crowd. Then he'd looked at you and the smile had become something so gentle, you could only compare it to the line between the sky and the sea during sunset.

"But right now none of those words feel honest enough."

You remembered squeezing his hands, how warm they were despite the cool air after the storm.

"So I'll only promise you what I know I can keep. When life is ordinary, I will notice it with you. When life is frightening, I will stand where the wind is strongest so it reaches you softer. When you become someone new—as you will, because people are meant to change, I will learn you again.

"Not once. Not only today. Every year, every season, every version of you."

His voice had broken then.

"I don't want the privilege of loving only the easiest parts of you. I want all of them. The frightened ones, the stubborn ones, the joyful ones, the ones that don't exist yet."

He had laughed through another tear.

"If one day you wake up and feel like a stranger to yourself…...please don't worry. Introduce me."

"I'd like to fall in love with you again."

Now, years later, in the warm dark of your apartment, he lifted his head slightly to look at you. His eyes were heavy-lidded, soft and full of that same light they had held at the altar.

"I don't grieve who I was before you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "because he was just a path I had to walk to get here to you. To this. To falling asleep in your arms every night and waking up to your face every morning." Honey dripped down from his tongue, "But I don't think you're the destination, my love. You're the entire journey. You're the road and the sky and home at the end of it."

You laughed, a soft, breathless sound that was half sob, half joy. "You're ridiculous." You whispered, pressing your forehead to his.

"I know." He said and you could hear the smile in his voice. "But you love me anyway."

"I do." You said, the words feeling like a vow all over again. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

Euijoo pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you like he was trying to memorize the shape of you against him. The blanket rustled and settled around you both, a cocoon of warmth and love.

The rain outside had softened to a gentle patter, a lullaby played on a thousand tiny drums. Your breathing slowed to match his, your eyes growing heavy. The city beyond the windows blurred into a wash of golden lights and you felt yourself drifting, safe, held and loved.

Grief is made of honey—amber and aged and crystallized, preserving what was lost in a sweetness that did not spoil.

Love is made of the same stuff, albeit, a kinder synonym for grief.

Love is the honey that has not yet crystallized.

It is the honey still warm from the hive, liquid and golden and running freely. It is the honey that drips from the comb, that clings to everything it touches, that stains your fingers and your lips and your heart.

It is sweet in a way that makes you close your eyes and sigh. It is sticky in a way that means you can never fully wash it off. It is permanent in a way that defies time, distance and even death itself.

Grief preserves the past.

Love sweetens the present.

And somewhere in between, in the space where rain met window and where two bodies tangled under a garish yellow blanket, there is a third kind of honey.

The honey of a life shared.

The honey of a knot tied in the rain, wet and tight and impossible to undo.

You pressed a final, sleepy kiss to Euijoo's forehead and you felt him smile against your skin.

And as the rain continued its gentle rhythm, you both drifted into a dreamless sleep, wrapped in honey and each other, perfectly preserved in the sweetness of the moment.

For grief and love are made of the same stuff.

There is nothing more to life than to relish the taste.

fin.

A/N: I think I've always held this belief that grief and love are the same thing, especially when you come from a place when you don't receive love freely, it feels like you're just grieving a version of you that can be loved. And when you love so deeply, it's that grief all over again, mourning this confusing feeling that makes you want to curl up in bed. Anyways that's enough poetry for one day

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and... spike! - 古賀祐大

(0.8k words)

warnings: fluff!! u get a volleyball to the head.

a/n: still on my summer vacations and the weather is.... not very good. but that means i have time to write!! so here's a little yudai drabble as i work on somethign slightly bigger <3

the weather at the beach was nothing short of perfect. the sun was high in the sky, it’s rays prickling your body, the breeze providing a perfect contrast to the scorching orb and making the weather perfectly balanced for staying outside. you just couldn’t waste this perfect opportunity on staying inside — opting instead to go out, hair flowing with the wind as you laid down on your stomach, a blanket underneath you and a book in hand. 

your sunglasses rested atop your head, holding your hair from falling on your face as you smiled to yourself at a scene in your current read, letting the chatter and chaos of other people around you fade into the background as you focused on enjoying your own, quiet moment. 

that was until you felt something big and round hit the top of your head with a loud ‘thump!’, sunglasses falling off from contact.

and boy, did it hurt.

you could feel the incoming headache the moment the ball bounced off of your head — and with it the incoming rage that was going to take over you the moment you laid eyes on the culprit, the one who hit the ball and managed to do it so poorly that it flew right at you. you closed your book with one hand, reaching for your sunglasses which were now covered in sand with the other. a sigh left your lips before you propped yourself up on your elbows to get up into a sitting position; head turning towards the direction from which the ball hit you, brows already furrowed in an annoyed expression, lips ready to spout insults left, right and center.

but all possible words died in your throat the moment your eyes laid upon him. 

it was as if his physique was built by the gods themselves — abs clearly visible under the tight fitting white tank top he wore, the muscles of his limbs flexing with each movement, hair slightly wet and messy as he ran his hand through it. he was already jogging up towards you from where he previously stood; your eyes shifted behind him for a second to see a group of guys by the volleyball net set up on the beach, all now looking towards you and their friend currently going in your direction. 

‘oh my god, i’m so sorry.’ you could already hear him even before he arrived at your side, the man repeating his apology over and over until he reached you. he crouched right next to your blanket, eyes filled with worry. ‘is your head okay? i’m sorry, i didn’t expect it to fly this far.’

‘well, maybe you should manage your strength next time.’ you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. he was even more attractive from up close — and you hoped that he’d blame the pink flush on your face to the scorching sun above. ‘you almost broke my favorite sunglasses.’

the man stayed silent for a moment, eyes looking from your face to the sunglasses in your hand, then right back at you. a soft sigh left his lips. 

‘could i interest you in a drink? my treat.’ he said suddenly and your brows immediately furrowed in confusion. ‘think of it as an apology for your head and the almost-broken sunglasses.’

you thought about it to yourself for a second — a gorgeous, almost criminally attractive man offering you a drink was an offer you couldn’t pass on. especially when he was willing to pay and so apologetic for what had happened. and hot, of course. almost as hot as the sun above you. 

‘i have a better idea.’ you said, a sudden surge of confidence coming over you as you sat up straight, eyes met his. ‘give me your number and let’s call it a date, hm? then i’ll forgive you for my current headache and disrupting my reading time. how does that sound?’

the expression on the man’s face quickly changed; previously unsure, it has now changed into a sly smile. by the looks of it, it was obvious he clearly liked your suggestion. his hand reached towards the zipped up pocket in his shorts, unzipping it and pulling out his phone. 

‘oh, i’d love to.’ he stated, voice soft and low as he handed you his phone. ‘my name’s yudai, by the way.’ 

you introduced yourself, too: a smile gracing your features as you typed in your number into his phone, making sure you didn’t accidentally switch the order of any digits. 

yudai looked at the phone screen with satisfaction written all over his face, clicking the call button to make sure your phone started buzzing. his smile grew ever so slightly when he noticed that it did — and he already knew that his friends would tease him relentlessly for it when he’d come back to them.

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hop hop hop 🐑... 🐑... 🐑... losergirl!euijoo serenading to you with her guitar...

Iris

...Or, Euijoo decides that you need to hear a medley at the beach ✩ Fem!Byun Euijoo x Fem!Reader ─── Fem!Team AU | Drabble | Fluffy fluff fluff | A/N: I yelled at the top of my lungs when I saw this btw...I love butch!jju I love when she plays guitar I love everything about her. Can I have her number?

Euijoo almost always keeps her guitar case tucked in the back of her van. She rarely goes without it; if your girlfriend can find a way to have her instrument in her hands at the park, on the couch, or even just sitting on the counter as you cook, she will.

The beach, though...that might be a tad excessive.

The ambiance is perfect as it is. The sun is going down, so the area around you is less populated than it was in the morning. The sound of the waves is distant from the dunes you've parked your blankets on ─ an intentional move by Euijoo. Still, her ring-clad hands clink gently against the wood of her guitar, her gaze fixed on the setting sun in the horizon.

She looks stunning like this, truly. You mean, it's no different from her usual attire; all she's clad in are a pair of shorts and a sports bra, plus a snapback, but the sunlight makes her soft features glow in a way that reminds you of honey. It's fitting ─ Euijoo has always been sweet, saccharine.

You clear your throat. "Penny for your thoughts, baby?"

Euijoo blinks, surprised at being drawn out of her own head so suddenly. Her fingers pause for a moment before one hand finds the ninth fret. "Was just thinking about a song, that's all."

A knowing smile tugs at your lips. "Well, yeah. You've always got music playing in your head."

She strums experimentally before sighing and reaching into the pocket of her shorts, fishing around for that little orange pick she always keeps on her. "It's beautiful out, and you look gorgeous. You deserve the best songs, always."

That tugs on your heart. Euijoo is too kind to you, you think. She's always been so chivalrous, sweeter than any other girl you've ever been with. It's like all she knows how to do is yearn and give, yearn and give. It'd been jarring in the beginning, but after months of pouring her heart out and serving the remains to you on a diamond-encrusted platter, you'd grown more than used to her giving nature.

"Ah," you coo, reaching over to pinch one of her soft cheeks in between her fingers. "You're so sweet, my handsome girl. I always love to hear you play."

Euijoo's eyes widen by a fraction, and she lets out a noise akin to a stressed out hamster as her ears turn bright red. "I- You can't- I'm not-"

"You are." You pinch her cheek again, delighted by its plushness. "The most handsome girl in the world."

Her fingers tighten around the fretboard, and the little silver stud on her navel rises and falls with heavy breathing that moves her stomach. Your poor girl is so flustered!

"Stooooop," she whines, hanging her head. Her bangs fall into her eyes as if to help her hide her face. "I can't play when you tease me like that."

You giggle, withdrawing your hand from her face and resting it on her thigh instead. "Please, Juju," you plead, your lips forming a mock-pout. "Tell me what song you're thinking of, at the very least."

She tilts her head to stare at you for a few moments, and while you think she might stick her tongue out at you for being a tease, all she does is let her gaze roam over your bare legs, up to the shirt you stole from her suitcase to cover your sun-soaked skin. It's moments like these where she remembers that you're so much more than her partner: You're her visionary, her muse. Your laugh inspires melodies, and she can't help when a moment of creative genius strikes whenever you sit yourself in her lap.

"Okay," she says after what feels like hours of staring. "Not singing, though. My throat's too sore."

(Really, she just doesn't trust it not to crack when your nails tickle the skin of her thighs. This is just damage control.)

She finds the fret again and begins strumming softly, and you know the song instantly ─ Iris by Goo Goo Dolls. It's been on repeat on Euijoo's Spotify as of late, and you know all the words by now. You track them in the back of your mind as she plays:

And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, And I don't wanna go home right now

It's accurate, at least ─ you don't want to go home right now. This moment is too peaceful, almost picture-perfect. The waves continue to lap at the shore, unable to be drowned out by the music coming from the dunes. Your hand stays planted on Euijoo's thigh, your thumb stroking gently against her smooth skin. Her eyes stay trained on the fretboard, but you feel her gaze shift over to you every once in a while, assessing your reactions.

Unable to contain your contentment, you allow yourself to hum the lyrics under your breath:

And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am

The song is definitely one that reminds you of Euijoo ─ quiet, full of devotion and heartsickness and overwhelming adoration. It makes you wonder for a moment why she thought of this song while looking at you. You'll have to ask her later. If you break her concentration now, she'll get pouty again.

The sun sets over the beach, and the moon swells in the sky. The two of you remain, though ─ just a girl, her girlfriend, and her girlfriend's always-present guitar.

[7yataki]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆

𝑺𝒚𝒏: where you have to spell it out for maki that you like him... 𖹭 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: maki x f!reader 𝑪𝑾: friendzoning, reader panics for a minute but nothing major, tiiiniest bit of angst then comfort but everything is just pure fluff i can't begin to explain how fluffy this is 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 5,355 words 𝑨/𝑵: was surprised when i saw sm of u asking for a pt. 2 so here it is (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) !! this has been in my drafts for abt a month now v sorry abt that (╥﹏╥). wanted this to show the ups and downs that go through having a crush to suddenly confessing, especially as a shy girl myself SO as always, pls enjoy! ☆

Part 1 // Part 2

this has been the third time since your eyes have met maki's eyes.

the first time, you looked up and found him sitting in the front rows of the lecture hall. his body was twisted sideways as he looked around the hall before landing on you, holding eye contact for a second too long.

the second time, you glanced up once more and found him turned all the way around, sitting on the bench legs crisscrossed as he leaned his head on the bench that was supposed to be behind him. you looked back down at your notebook, convincing yourself that he only held eye contact again because he had zoned out.

the third time was definitely not a coincidence. maki was looking directly at you. keeping his eye contact with you as he stayed in the same position. as you pieced it together, you brain flooded with panic.

what if he knows about the drawings? did harua tell him? or could it be jo? no, jo wouldn't. but taki definitely would. did i leave the notebook somewhere? is it still with me? oh god, does he have it—

the color drained from your face the more you spiraled. hesitant eyes glanced one last time at maki, hoping they wouldn't catch those same gentle eyes in your line of sight.

there he was, cheek now pressed against his arm as he leaned comfortably on the raised bench, as if waiting for you to acknowledge him, to give him your attention.

you froze, head raising slightly as your lips parted when maki waved. at you. a soft smile on his face when he saw how speechless you were. he waved at you once more then gestured for you to reciprocate, snapping you out of your own thoughts.

a shaky hand rose with the slightest wave at him, receiving a deep dimpled smile from him as he mouthed something to you. your squinting, hazy eyes couldn't catch the motions, unable to make out the words he was airing out loud.

with eyebrows furrowed and a concentrated expression, maki went to stand but was cut off by the professor's arrival, who had come thirty minutes late. usually, you'd be out the door by the ten-minute mark. you look over at maki, who now had his back to you, sitting upright in his seat. you wonder what made you wait these extra twenty minutes.

by the time the lecture was over, you'd grown sleepier and more tired. you hadn't focused on the lecture at all, unable to concentrate on the complicated concepts that were being thrown at you to somehow digest. your fingers fiddled with the inked pen in your hand, finding their way to a blank area on the page filled with miscellaneous notes.

you looked at the lecturer one more time, eyes naturally drifting around until they land on a familiar neck. you study the way his short hair falls in a gradient-like manner, curved to the inside of his neck. the top of his hair a little bushy, stray hairs swaying around when the cool air hit them. the skin on the nape of his neck was smooth, riddled with varying sizes of freckles and moles.

you lick your chapped lips, throat going dry as you meet the tip of your pen to the paper, making a mental note to buy more lip balm soon. the quiet scratches of the paper filled the silence around you. you didn't need to look up more than twice — his features already branded into memory.

your fingers stop right as you're about to draw the curve of his eyelids. you blink, realizing you're doing it again. slamming the notebook shut, the sound rang a little louder than intended. you cringe, throwing a quick glance around to check if anyone noticed.

a breath left you as you leaned against the bench, wondering if this lecture would ever end. you feel yourself nodding off, eyelids too heavy to hold open. the world felt slow, the words spoken into the microphone faded in and out with every blink till the weight of your head sank fully into your arms.

a light tickle brushed your face, making you stir as you let out a sound.

you squint as you lean back on the wooden bench, the bright overhead lights too harsh on your sleepy eyes. rubbing them, you look to one side, no one was there. so, you really did fall asleep the entire lecture. another rub to your face, you begin gathering your things with a sigh.

"am i that unnoticeable?"

you yelp out loud, the sudden deep voice from your other side that you hadn't checked nearly sending you flying off your seat. maki quickly reaches out to hold you by the arm, surprised by how startled you are.

"m-ma-" you try to speak, heart hammering loud in your ears as you scramble to fix your position. you clear your throat, looking at maki but unable to hold his intense gaze for too long, eyes dropping down to your bag that fell when you nearly jumped out of your skin.

"sorry, i thought you knew i was here." maki's apologetic voice hits you hard in the chest.

"n-no, no, it's fine." you shake your head. "i should've noticed you beside me. um, yeah, sorry."

internally facepalming at how you stumbled over your words, you bend to grab the things that scattered around when you floundered, then freezing. your notebook thrown open on the ground, pages filled with your guilty sketches threatening to peek from behind the organized notes.

you rush towards it, pages crinkling as you shove your things into your bag. you find maki handing you one of your pens, another apology falling from his luscious pink lips.

you swallow, throat dry, as you shakily take the pen and toss it in your bag with the rest of your things. you stand a bit too quickly, maki rising with you as he trails just a step behind.

you turn, raising an eyebrow at him, "shouldn't you…" you gesture vaguely, "um, you know, be with your friends?"

"i am with my friend!" he says with a smile as he throws a wink your way.

friend. the word rings in your ears. your heart slowly getting chipped away at as if a woodpecker had decided you're the perfect tree to dig through for worms. the hollow ache of the words rattling around in your skull as they dance with the fine pencil carvings of him that flash before your eyes as you gaze at his wide smile.

in the end, just a friend.

"ah, aha-ha," you let out a pathetic excuse of a laugh as you nod, awkwardly looking around to avoid his intense gaze. you're not even sure if the smile that was barely stretched on your face stayed there or dropped.

"ah, so, we're not even friends?" maki's mumble should've been quiet, only loud enough for him to hear, but it echoed, hitting you square in the chest.

"no!" you exclaim, feet moving before your brain catches up. you step closer to him, hand finding his, grip tight and desperate that you don't realize that you're holding him with your clammy hands until you felt the warmth of his palms against yours.

"of course, we're friends!" eyes wide and grip tightening as you shake your head, suddenly brave enough to hold his stare as he looks down at your joined hands, his own hand slowly wrapping around your trembling fingers. "we're good friends, even!"

his expression softens, that adorable smile that never failed to make your heart race with familiar indents coming back as it stretches across his face.

"alright," his voice warm as he speaks."guess we're good friends then."

you blink rapidly, processing his words, the situation you've just put yourself in, the words that spilled out your mouth. with a clear of your throat, you peel your hand away from his, maki holding on for a beat too long before also releasing you. you cringe again, too aware of the sweat you've left behind on his skin.

you mumble an apology, taking a step back to restore the previous distance you'd closed moments ago. your grip on the strap of your bag tightens as your eyes catch the time on your phone. 4:56 pm. you should've been home almost an hour ago.

"i— uhm," you clear your throat once again, making a mental note to buy some water on your way home. "i gotta go home now." eyes landing on the way his eyebrows tighten, head nodding slowly as he points behind him.

"i could give you a ride home, if you want." he offers, and your brain just about short-circuits. a ride. with maki. in maki's car. alone. with maki.

your breath hitches, head shaking violently in response. you can't even trust your voice to say anything other than a squeak right now. if you take him up on that offer, who knows what might happen. you combusting right in front of him in the passenger seat wouldn't exactly be ideal.

"i don't mean to force anything on you," maki raises his hands up as a sign of reassurance. his eyes seem softer when they look at you now.

"bus," you blurt out. you feel your cheeks burning up, "i'll just take the bus. uh, i always take the bus. so… it's fine, really." your clammy, shaky hands lock together, feeling the sweat building up between your palms.

mentally kicking yourself for acting like a fool in front of maki, you give him a quick bow of your head and whip around, legs carrying you fast out the door; you've embarrassed yourself enough in front of him.

"hey, wait up!"

maki jogs after you. his shoulder brushes yours as he matches your pace of walking. "let's ride the bus together!"

a bewildered look crosses your face. "but your car…"

"that's fine, it's in the parking lot, anyway," he brushes you off, his feet matching your steps as he slows himself down. that same smile that never left his face now wider, indents deeper. his bright eyes slowly covered by the rise of his cheeks.

the walk to the bus stop is a blur, too focused on calming your own heartbeat as maki went on to talk about a new game he'd bought followed by your infrequent hums and nods. the occasional brush of his hand against yours never going unnoticed.

when the bus arrived, you slipped into the nearest window seat in front of the automatic doors. maki followed suit, sliding in beside you.

the bus itself is occupied by a handful of people, scattered around randomly between the seats. the ride is filled with comfortable silence accompanied by the quiet hum of the bus and squeaking of its brakes. the large interior of the bus suddenly felt small like the world had shrunk around the two of you.

you thought maki would take the lead in a conversation, filling the air with his barking laughs and various animated expressions that you usually admired silently from afar when he'd chat with his friends.

but he's now seated beside you, arms hugging his bag in front of him as he leans his head against the pole. the warmth from his jacket— the same one he wore at the café— seeped through yours. his eyes are closed, head gently swaying in rhythm with the bus's frequent stops. as you sneakily catch glances of him, your mind wanders, lost in the familiar lines of him.

you catch the subtle shift in his eyelids. looking away, you hastily dig through your bag, pulling out a pair of earphones. they're old and wired, but they make you comfortable. you slip one ear piece in and turn your head away from the cause of your racing heartbeat.

the song that shuffles on is soft, the gentle hum of the intro makes you feel like you were in a classic bus ride scene in a k-drama. you let out a breath and slump against the window. the glass is cold against your temple as your head rocks against it, a reminder that this is real life, not a scene.

you shift in your seat and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. the ride felt longer than usual—probably because you weren't zoning out for once, or maybe because maki was right there, so close to you that you could make out the small moles that dusted the side of his face, the same ones your pencil traced over and over that you'd memorized them without permission.

your eyes watch the way his head bobs with every lurch of the bus, but when the bus suddenly picks up speed on a particularly empty road, maki is jerked forward. his head heading straight towards the metal handrails in front of him.

once again, your body moves before you think, hand reaching out as it slaps against his forehead, flattening against the railing. you bite down on your lip, a low choked sound barely heard as your knuckles take the hit instead. maki jerks awake, eyes shifting between the railing, your hand, and the bus driver.

"what just—" he starts, the answer obvious as his eyes drop to your hand that you quickly retracted.

"are you okay— oh god, your hand," his hand finds yours, inspecting it as he flips it every which way. it hurts, but when he unconsciously presses down on one specific knuckle, you hiss.

"shit." you gasp, finally taking a good look at his face: eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched up slightly, lips pulled tight that it has two dips forming on each of his cheeks—not in a smile but in regret that he was the cause of your pain.

he brings out his water bottle that was comfortably cold to the touch but felt like ice against your inflamed, angry hand. your hand shakily covers his that was holding onto yours so tightly yet so gently, "it's okay—i'm fine, i promise."

"that doesn't look fine." maki only throws you a look.

you could only stay silent, his hand still holding your injured one tightly as he refuses to let go. somehow, this time, your heart is squeezing but not from nervousness. his face comes into view, catching the red under his eyes. he looks up at the flickering electronic display to check how long you until your stop.

he stands, gathering his things. hand falling back in your lap, the ache in your heart grows, missing the weight of his warmth in yours as you use your good hand to pack your own things when your bag is snatched away. he doesn't shove your phone in your bag like he did his own, instead careful as he places everything inside, organized and clean.

he throws your bag on his other shoulder and holds his hand out, eyes still focused on hand that cushioned his fall. you slowly give it to him, letting him pull you up to make your way to the door when the bus stopped.

the bus pulls away, the wind whipping your hair against your face. pushing it back, you watch him. his bangs shift slightly, revealing the faint red mark from where your hand slapped against his forehead earlier. he simply stands there, still holding your hand as you begin to feel embarrassed by how long he's been holding it.

"um, maki," you start, fingers playing with a stray thread on your clothes. "i'm doing okay, so i can carry my own bag now and… my house is that way," you vaguely point at the direction of your house.

he doesn't seem interested in what you have to say, eyes still fixated on your hand that you could barely move now as it starts to swell, "we're going to the hospital."

he tugs you along with him as you babble in denial, words tumbling in a desperate rush, "hospital?! i'm fine, maki, i swear i feel great! we don't have to do this, it doesn't even hurt that bad—"

he suddenly spins around, and you stumble on your words when he steps closer to you. he's too close—way too close for you to maintain his intense eye contact. you look away, still uselessly pulling on your arm that he's been holding by the wrist.

"doesn't hurt that bad, huh?" he presses ever so gently on your knuckle, and that has you flinching, body bending with the pressure as pain shoots up your arm. you curse yourself for having the pain tolerance of a toddler.

"why are you acting like i'm doing something heroic? you're hurt," he raises your hand as if an example, "and i have the responsibility to take care of you."

even with your hand hurting so bad that you think it'd be easier to live by cutting it off, his last two words jump around in your head like ping-pong balls. take care of you, take care of…

you hold his gaze this time, feeling your cheeks light up with heat as you can barely hold yourself up in front of him, "i'm fine. you need to go home."

you point at his chest, finger barely grazing the fabric of his shirt. then he takes a step closer, finger jabbing into his solid muscle, now holding both your hands as he leaves you frozen, the blood rushing to your head as your cheeks flush to a shade of pink.

"i won't force you to do something you don't want to do," his voice is gentle again, the grip on your hands softening as he lets the injured one go, "but at least let me repay you for it."

"you really don't have to. i did nothing—"

"i'll get you ice cream and coffee." your refusal lingers on your tongue as you think about it. your favorite combo with your favorite person. he really knows how to strike an intriguing deal.

your eyes shift between his hopeful ones briefly, only to look away in shame as you can't bring yourself to refuse the tempting offer. a small nod from you has maki smiling from ear to ear, practically leaping as he points towards a specific direction. he grabs your uninjured hand now, like it's natural for him to be so close to you, so touchy with you.

you try to calm down once again, heated knuckles touching your heated skin making no difference, totally forgetting about the blood that pulsed painfully through your hand just minutes ago.

before going to the café maki suggested, you drop by a local pharmacy, buying some cooling gel and gauze to wrap.

when you arrive at the café, you take a seat outside in the open area. you scan the street, illuminated by the warm glow of the lamp poles. your eyes take in the shadows that fell from the buildings, shielding the trees and bushes that rooted themselves perfectly between every stairway.

with your orders in hand, maki sits down opposite you. his smile is soft as he passes you your drink, and you return with one of your own.

conversation flows easily between the two of you, soft and unhurried. you find yourself forgetting about your obsession with him, instead clinging to the real maki sitting in front of you as he questions and pries more about you. you do the same, asking him questions about his family, close friends, and he throws in stories about his childhood, where he grew up, the places that shaped him.

you feel closer to him—not physically, but emotionally, like you've finally opened your eyes to understand the maki seated across from you, not the maki you've fantasized about. your eyes sneak a glance at your backpack that holds your notebook, the same one you'd pull out whenever the same man sitting across from you lingered in your thoughts.

yet somehow, you don't feel the need to draw. your hand doesn't itch for the pencil as it leaves traces behind on the blank paper. only your eyes are focused on him, his bright smile that shines more beautifully than the scenery behind him.

in this moment, nothing could compare to his beauty.

with a little coffee left in your cup, maki gestures at the bag of first aid sitting beside you. he pulls his chair closer, offering to wrap your hand. it's quiet as he gently spreads the gel around the red skin—the striking contrast between the heat from your body and the relief of coolness almost has you sighing.

a part of you realizes that you really have grown comfortable. usually, this would send you over into a spiral, and yet you're sitting down, heart racing just enough from being so close to him, hand extended as you patiently wait for him to finish. your hand finds your chest, rubbing in small circles to steady yourself before you lose composure.

"hey," maki starts, snapping you out of your daze, "you know, i've always tried to get closer to you."

you blink once, you don't dare blink again. "what?"

"yeah." maki chuckles, looking at you through his bangs as he wears that same amused expression he always has.

"you just… you never really gave me permission to press further." he looks down at his own hands, fingers fiddling with the ring on his pinky. "whenever i'd come around, you'd just… shut off. i'd see the way you laughed and cracked jokes with harua or jo, and yet whenever i came around, somehow that all fades, and you stay quiet."

you're speechless. your mind chants one thought: he thinks you're avoiding him because you hate him.

"no—i—maki, no," your voice cracks under the pressure, your heart pounding against your chest as you feel it rising in your throat. "that's not—"

"i know you're not too fond of me," his voice drops at the end, but he suddenly lifts his head up at you, making you jerk away—surprised at his sudden action. "but that's okay, i'll just have to prove to you that i am likable, right?"

he brings your wrapped hand closer, leaving the gentlest kiss to your highest knuckle. his eyebrows are slightly pressed together as if focused on not hurting you. he looks up once more, expression dropping from a small smile to concern as he gazes at the tears that have welled up in your eyes.

your heart chips away as if someone was knocking at it with a hammer. you firmly shake your head. you've never hated your inability to speak more than you do in this moment.

your eyes squeeze shut, hands covering your face to suppress the tears that threatened to fall—unsure if their existence was from anger at yourself, or sadness that he could ever think you didn't want him around.

his revelation to you hurts like no other. you can't think straight anymore, thoughts too plagued by the realization that this entire time, maki thought you didn't like him. that you didn't want to be close to him. that you hated him. the world felt cruel for not making you able to speak about your thoughts at will, always pressing them down.

maki waits, watching as you try to trust your voice to say anything, lips parting, but nothing comes out.

fuck it, you think. yanking your hands out of his grasp, you reach for the bag that was hung on his chair. he quickly stops you, hands wrapping around yours once again.

your red eyes meet his, which flicker rapidly between yours.

you blink the tears blurring your vision away, hands holding his as you shake your head. when his grip softens, you reach for the bag. you can barely see through the tears, but your fingers find that specific notebook you've cherished and protected for months.

you flip it open to a random page, showing him the pieces of art you've drawn since you discovered how awfully in love with him you are. your eyes follow his every move. the way he gazes over the entire page, his mouth opening and closing as broken sounds leave him, bewildered by what's in front of him.

his fingers hover over a specific drawing: the one you drew at the last café, when you felt like your heart would burst into pieces had he sneaked a look at it. yet here he is, fingers tracing the pencil strokes that were etched deep in the paper.

a small breath escapes him, almost as if a chuckle. his eyes flick over each page as he turns them over, admiring each one, and when you think he's drawn to a specific drawing, he traces it. but the entire time—he hasn't looked up at you once, eyes trained on the sketches.

"this is…" he speaks up for the first time, startling you. "it's all me."

you don't answer, looking down at his fingers that continued to trace over the fine lines that filled the page. a pang shoots through the side of your head from holding your breath for so long to hold back your tears. a long inhale enters your lungs as you exhale shakily, opening your eyes once again to see his eyes looking straight at yours. the notebook now lying in his lap as the papers flutter gently with the cool wind.

"they're beautiful." maki's voice is so stable and gentle, so reassuring that it has the tears you've been fighting returning, filling your eyes once more.

you can't hold them back anymore. too tired. too overwhelmed. the relief of finally showing him, the sudden push of exposing your deepest secret instead of using your voice has the world spinning under your feet. your hands cover your face as tears lightly spill out your eyes every time you blink.

in the smallest voice you can muster, "i like you."

the fluttering of the pages stop, the soft snap of the notebook closing has the tears flowing even more. your brain hasn't stopped overflowing with ideas that plagued your head until you feel the softest touch on your shoulder. the scent of him growing stronger as he leans closer towards you, fingers tapping your shoulder as his other takes a hold of your hands in one of his.

slowly lowering your hands in your lap, his hand rubs small circles on your fingers, cupping them gently. his face comes into view as he bends down ahead of you. you get lost in his wide bright eyes that look up at you, the smallest hint of a smile that plays on his lips.

"i can't hear you when your face is covered like that," his voice is no louder than a whisper, as if enveloping you in warmth.

you sniffle, tears stopping as you calm down, counting the circles he's been rubbing on your knuckles. maybe it's the adrenaline that coursed through you, or the tears that blurred your vision , or maybe it's the relief of not carrying this heavy secret anymore, but you speak up, eyes trained on his face—more confident than before.

"i said i like you. i-i've liked you since i met you, maki. these drawings—they're all of you because you're the only thing i ever think about. i've never experienced a love so deep like this and…" a small gasp leaves you as you think your words through. "i don't know what to do anymore."

now, you're left to wonder if he has the heart to refuse you in public.

another sniffle leaves you as his hand reaches for your face. the warmth of him flowing through your face, his scent enveloping you as you take a deep breath, like fresh air washed over you. your breath comes out in stutters as you grip his hand with your wrapped hand, too weak to actually put any pressure.

his face has never been softer; his eyes look at you like they could store a decade's supply of adoration in them, his cheeks lift up ever so slightly as they flush the faintest pink, and his smile—the same one you've fallen in love with—just as warm though wider as his dimples are deeper.

almost as if confessing through his features, you begin to think this isn't real life anymore—this has to be a scene in a movie. you blink rapidly, trying to snap out of it, when maki's fingers find your chin, he turns your gaze back to him.

his grip on your hand, paired with the hold he has on your face, almost sends you into another wave of panic. he's so close to you that you can see how his pupils are blown out, his lashes shifting slightly as his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips.

they stay there for what feels like hours before they flick back up to yours that were filled with mixed emotions. when you look down once more, you're reminded of the position you're in. this has been exactly what you've been dreaming of—this closeness to your one and only instead of admiring from afar, but your brain isn't quick to register that. it begs you to remove yourself from the situation before it becomes embarrassing.

maki's grip on your chin is tightens, firm as he holds your face in place. he lets out a breath as he tilts his head up to place a warm kiss to your forehead. he presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed as he simply breathes.

when he opens his eyes again, you can read it in his eyes before he says it: "i like you too."

his thumb traces a line along your jaw as it trembles. "i've liked you longer than i realized."

you can barely hold back the choked sound that escapes you, eyes squeezing shut as you try to contain the feelings that rush through you. the overwhelming sadness that rushes through you collides with relief as excitement washes over you. it felt like you've been reborn, knowing that your feelings are reciprocated.

you gently take the hand that held your jaw, bringing it to your lips as you press a soft kiss into his palm. your entire body shakes as you let out another sigh, a string of mutters leaves you as you chant how much you adore him right to his face. maki can only chuckle, fond of the way your demeanor changed entirely.

cupping his hand to your cheek, you nuzzle into it, relishing in being able to finally be in comfortable contact with him without over thinking your decisions. his thumb rubs your cheek, bringing your attention to him as his eyes linger on your lips once again.

"maki…" your voice vibrates in his hand, sending chills down his spine.

"can i…" he trails off, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip.

when you give a short nod, he leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away. his eyes watch you, fingers still holding you in place. when you don't move, his lips meet yours. electricity flows through you that it has your chest aching. your hand curls up into a fist, pressing it against his chest as your eyes squeeze shut.

your mind goes quiet, forgetting how to breathe as he envelopes all your senses. all you can register is him—the warmth of his lips, the faint scent that lingers around you, the way his fingers trembled, moving from your face to the side of your neck.

when he pulls back, you're breathless, eyes still closed as you press your forehead to his this time.

"you okay?" he asks, voice barely over a whisper.

when you open your eyes, you're met with the slight flush of his cheeks, his sweet smile is contagious as it spreads on your face before you can stop it.

you move without thinking again, arms wrapping around his neck, humming. "i'm… processing."

he laughs softly—not his usual cackle, "take your time. i'm not going anywhere." 𖹭

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[solairemelo]

New mootie!! Hehe hello!!!! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

hi cutie!! welcome (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[redhairandpronouns]

yall are so fucking weird about gnc people. a woman wears a suit and she's "conforming to the patriarchy". a man wears a skirt and he's Secretly A Trans Egg. have you considered It's Fabric

[odetolune]

your boyfriend, takayama riki, has been watching you suffer the last few weeks especially with your finals — given all the hard work and effort that you poured into your studying, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

he wanted to do something sweet, comforting to ease your worries from your upcoming grades so he grabbed his phone, typing frantically as he looked for ideas.

'how do i cheer my stressed partner?' ' actually good date ideas' 'how to do a picnic?' 'is picnic by the beach at night a good idea?'

taki carefully noted down all the answers he found and needed, his notes app filling up with food recipes, things to pack for a picnic and ideal locations by the beach to go to.

once he was done with the research phase, taki had to prepare the food for the picnic. he knew your favorites by heart — chicken wraps, cooked sushi, you always raved to him about whenever he cooked them.

since you were already out and about today, busy with a few errands, this bought taki enough time to get started on cooking your favorite dishes.

he carefully cut the ingredients, his hips swaying as he hummed softly to the music playing in the background. his fingers worked nimbly, carefully working the food like a routine he memorized, his love pouring into what he worked with.

the kitchen was bursting with life — the subtle sizzle of the food in the pan, the melodious notes of the song that was playing, the rattle of the drawers as taki kept looking for lunchboxes.

once he found what he needed, he went back to cutting the garnish into beautiful shapes alongside the apples and peaches that he cut into heart shapes. he knew this small act would be enough to make you feel giddy.

the boxes were laid on the countertop, food slowly filling them up as taki carefully decorated the dishes, everything packed properly. he took out the flasks and prepared the drinks you liked.

after he made sure everything was well done, he loaded them into a picnic basket and started to look for the other things he planned to take with him as well.

the sun was setting when taki was almost done with his preparations, basket packed, blanket rolled, and he was fully dressed for the occasion however you were still not home.

he started looking for his phone frantically, finding it wedged between the couch cushions, your notification on the top of his screen reading that you were running a bit late.

conveniently enough, just as he was about to call you he heard your keys jingle — the door opening to reveal your tired figure.

"honey, i'm home" you called out to him, exhaustion laced between your words.

"baby, i'm here!"

the sight you saw before you make your heart flutter — taki stood in the middle of the living room, picnic basket in hand, blanket in the other looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes, somehow appearing smaller than his size.

"w-what are you doing, baby?" you bit your lips to stop the giggles from escaping.

"well... your finals are over, i know how hard you worked and worry about the results so, i prepared a date for us!" he excitedly told you before adding, "i know you must be tired so this is all very low effort!"

"oh, my sweet boy! of course i'd love to."

he took your hand, gently held, leading you out the door — towards the bus stop you usually take.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

all your worries seemed to melt once your toes were dipped into the sand, the sound of the waves crashing eased your nerves as taki gently led you to a secluded spot, perfect just for the two of you.

the sun was already setting, taki setting up the blanket for you to sit on as he unpacked.

twinkling fairy lights scattered around you, colorful pillows for you to sit comfortably on, the aromatic scent of the food escaping the confines of the lunchboxes, taki's delightful voice as he told you stories about his adventures with harua. it all soothed the ache that was entwined with your limbs, the worry that nestled in your heart was long gone.

"let's eat, baby. i made you your favorites, just the way you like them." his eager tone interrupting your wandering thoughts.

you looked at him lovingly, watching with delight as he opened the boxes to reveal the food, cutely decorated making you gasp.

"taki! you didn't have to..." your voice trailed off then gently adding, "this is so sweet, thank you my love."

your eyes fell on the heart shaped fruit and squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck, littering his face with fleeting kisses in return.

"the heart fruits... are you kidding? oh my sweet boy 'm so lucky."

"anything for you, my angel." he giggled, his chest puffed with pride, his features beaming with satisfaction.

he reached out to grab a piece, leaning closer towards you.

"say aah." he said, bringing the delicious goodness closer to your lips and you obeyed — taking a bite, a pleased hum muffled by the food in your mouth.

taki took a bite himself, nodding happily at his hard work as he moved closer, his shoulder right against yours, feeding you bites then taking some for himself.

dusk arrived, you were eating happily, conversation flowed between you easily like the air you breathe. you were leaning against taki's figure, munching on some apples, your worries long forgotten.

after you were both done, bellies full, cheeks pink with joy — taki asked you to lay down, packing everything away then joining you.

his arm rested under your back, pulling you close to him as you both looked up to the stars in the sky, twinkling brightly.

"taki, look! this one looks like a dog!" you excitedly pointed at a constellation.

"like me?" he asked cheekily making you giggle, nudging his shoulder lightly.

"just like you, my sweet puppy." you said, reaching up to cup his cheeks lovingly, catching his pretty pink lips in a kiss.

the sound of the crashing waves, his warmth surrounding you made it all feel better for he is the cure to your aching sadness and your happy pill.

𝒻𝑖𝑛.

(a/n: this was written for my 7ayati wife sabby who deserves the world and i sadly can't provide that so i will use the power of literature and writing to convey my love! ૮⸝⸝> ﻌ <⸝⸝ა)

𝓞𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒆 © all rights reserved — do not copy, translate, plagiarize, or feed my work into AI.​ ( 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. ♡ )

[solairemelo]

Hello, another victim of my praises!

I'm new to Lune Tumblr so I go around praising people.

Damn your fics are so good. I especially like the way the mc in the saintlink series (the ones currently written) is more a of detached figure, someone who doesn't really...care about the people she talks to but she sees them as somewhat...useful to her. (I'd bite Yuma so much)

thank you so much 🫶 that's so sweet of you!!

i tried making angel as detached as possible as the tone of the series fits that more!! they might get more detached or fight against attachments as the series develop 🙂‍↕️

and i agree yuma needs to be bitten all over mwehehe