#ignotxs

❝ The person decides what ending there will be, and believe me ---your ending will not come soon, so don’t rush it. Saeyoung and I... We will be here, we will help. I can’t imagine what you went through, but... I can imagine what future awaits for you. So... Let’s just take it easy, alright? I will stay here. And Saeyoung will be here too. ❞

COME BACK SQUALO WANTS TO BE HIS DAD

lmao i think between us we take so long to reply that we’ve managed about three rp’s in the time we’ve known each other :’D ALWAYS WORTH THE WAIT THO. <33 

   The plan was to bask in the sun, but Prompto’s struggling to tear his eyes away from Saeran. Every few seconds he’ll duck his head and flick a sideways glance at his boyfriend, like he’s checking Saeran’s still there. Sometimes, he worries he’ll open his eyes and find that the unexpected happiness he’s found in this man will have vanished along with the hacker himself.     It’s a struggle not to get clingy. ( And god, he knows that’d be a mistake ). The last thing he wants to do is smother this dreamlike, barely-there person with himself. One false move and he could shatter this-- could end up raking the shards of it from his heart. It’s a good thing, he thinks, that he understands Saeran well enough to know when he needs to be given time. And to know that when he chooses to settle his attention on Prompto, it’s because he wants to.    Right now, Prompto isn’t trying to connive to steal that attention-- it’s firmly riveted on the froth of clouds spilling over the expanse of crystalline sky and that is more than fine. Saeran’s off in his own world, drifting with the music in his head, and he looks like a work of art. Unfocused, blurry, dappled in sunlight. Prompto nearly raised his camera and snapped the picture without asking, but--    It seemed right to ask.    “Just-- look at me,” is all he says, when Saeran seems to wait for direction. Prompto swallows audibly. He’s never seen a moment he’s wanted to hold onto more than this: his boyfriend, wreathed in light, unguarded and pure. Snapping the picture feels like happening across a masterpiece.    “This is proof,” he says, throat dry. “This is proof that... you’re here with me.”

squeaks, ALEX MY PRECIOUS ACTUAL SOULMATE, ILYVM. ( cough even when you’re wrecking my heart with angst i didn’t ask for cough )thank u for brightening up my migraine-ridden day. <333

God Matt hates it when people pull shit like this. His gun is drawn immediately, not at all comfortable with the fact that this stranger has shown up at his door with a gun. Especially after everything that happened---this was just too much. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?! Put that shit down. I’m fine with comparing barrel lengths, but what kinda asshole tries to come in with guns blazing?”

“Saaaaeeeraaan, come on, you haven’t left the house for…how long? 3 weeks? It’s christmas and I wanna buy some presents!”

   “So, uh... You got me. Heh. Is this the part where you shoot me?”    His wrists ache from the bindings; they don’t budge no matter how much he squirms. He’s flashing his prettiest smile for the guy ( Saeran Choi, according to intel. Not his target. His target’s brother. Damn it. ) but somehow he doubts his innocent act is gonna fly.    “Look, lemme be honest: I got nothin’ against your brother. Can’t help who I’m ordered to kill, y’know? Someone’s got a pretty nice price on his head. I gotta make a living, y’know.”