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If It Were Up To Me (We'd Be Meant To Be) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

It was the typical cliche, childhood best friends falling for one another, in this case however, it was only you who fell and judging by the wedding invitation currently resting on your kitchen counter, you'd be the only one to ever fall.

The day was like any typical day, your parents chattering away in the Morgan’s living room as you and Alex played a few feet away, the two of you giggling as you made your two dolls walk towards one another.  

“What do you mean?” You ask in confusion, your head cocked to the side, your tiny brows knitted in confusion.  

“I seen mommy and daddy kissing.” Alex says, the little girl shrugging as she leans her doll towards your own.  

“What’s a kiss?” You ask, turning back to the toys the two of you were playing with.  

“It’s what two people do when they love each other.” She says nonchalantly, playing with the doll in her hands.  

“Can anyone kiss?” You ask and she shrugs.  

“I think so.”  

You hum, turning your attention back to your own doll.  

You remain quiet for a moment, but questions plagued your tiny mind.  

“How do you kiss?” You ask, your best friend turning towards you with a small smile.  

“I think it’s like this.”  

“Awwwwww, look at them...” You hear your mother say as Alex Morgan’s lips meet yours, the two of you giggling as you part, your parents cooing.  

“Before we know it, those two will be married!” Alex’s father says, sharing a round of laughter with your parents.  

Though the kiss you had shared was a meaningless kiss between two children, something neither of you understood, it would lead to something much more complex the older you got, something that would lead to your heart eventually being broken.

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You frowned sadly as you stared down at the invitation resting on your kitchen counter, an invitation to your best friend, Alex Morgan’s, wedding.  

You’d been best friends since childhood, and that hadn’t changed throughout your adult life, the two of you growing closer and closer the older you got.  

You wouldn’t lie, you found yourself developing feelings for Alex in middle school, and those feelings only progressed as the two of you got older.  

Those feelings had in no way dissipated, even as you stared at the invitation resting on your marble kitchen counter.  

You flip the invitation over, not wanting to read the name of your best friend and her soon to be husband on its surface.  

You bury your face in your hands, your stomach churning as your eyes again drift to the invitation, one that is now upside down, the names no longer visible.  

You knew you missed your chance; you knew you couldn’t go back and change things, the wedding date was cemented now, and there was no changing it.  

You knew you couldn’t go; you couldn’t watch the woman you loved marry someone else. 

You had to come up with an excuse, and though you knew missing her wedding would break her heart, seeing her get married would shatter yours in such a way that you’d never be able to piece it back together.  

Your hands tremble as you move to your feet, shuffling towards the cabinet near the fridge before you produce a bottle of Vodka, screwing the cap off and taking a swig, the liquid burning your throat, it’s warmth spreading to your chest.  

If you had any say in the matter, you’d drink so much you would forget the name Alex Morgan. 

No matter how much you drank that night, you couldn’t forget Alex, you never could and deep down, you knew that.

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Alex Morgan’s brows knitted in confusion, the corners of her mouth drooping downwards.  

“What’s wrong?” Kelley O’Hara says as she flops down onto the bed beside Alex, the woman still staring blankly at her phone’s screen, unable to really comprehend what she’s reading.  

“Y/N just cancelled her RSVP.” She mumbles, Kelley’s eyes widening when she peers over her shoulder.  

“What?!?” She asks, scanning the email, her brows furrowed.  

She’d only met you a few times, but it was obvious to literally anyone with eyes that you were absolutely in love with the woman sitting beside her, a woman whose wedding you cancelled your RSVP for.  

Kelley knew it would be absolute torture to watch the woman you loved get married to someone who wasn’t you, if she was in your shoes, she probably would have cancelled as well.  

“Did she say why?” Kelley asks, earning a shake of the head from Alex.  

“No...” She frowns, dropping her phone onto the hotel room’s bed.  

Kelley slips an arm around her middle, pulling her towards her, Alex’s head resting on her shoulder.  

The two sit in silence, the defender trying to think of a response, but before she can reply, Alex breaks the silence.  

“We’ll be in New York in a couple weeks for our match against you guys, I’ll go see her then.” She mumbles and Kelley nods, her throat bobbing, wondering what the conversation between the two of you would entail, and hoping that for your sake, it didn’t end negatively.

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You did your best to avoid Alex’s multiple calls and her text messages, knowing that if you really spoke to the woman, she would see right through you.  

She could always tell when you were lying, commenting on the fact that you’d noticeably fidget, unable to meet her gaze.  

You’d come up with a bullshit excuse for missing her wedding, claiming that your office had denied your request to get the week of her wedding off.  

In reality, you’d had the week off for months, but you needed an excuse not to go, you need an excuse to miss watching her marry someone else.  

Alex’s texts and phone calls had stopped, but you knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, if Alex Morgan was anything, it was stubborn.  

What you didn’t realize was that stubbornness would lead to her knocking on your door a few weeks later, your eyes widening when you peer through the peephole and see Alex Morgan standing at your door.  

You take a deep breath, your heart racing, your chest tightening as you try to calm yourself down, your eyes fluttering shut.  

“Y/N, are you there?” Alex calls out and you clear your throat, pulling your door open with a smile on your face, one Alex notes, doesn’t meet your eyes.  

“Hey.” She says softly, closing the distance between you, throwing her arms around your neck and giving you a squeeze.  

Your arms slide around her middle, your heart racing as you hug her tightly, your eyes fluttering shut.  

Alex’s hugs never ceased to make a warmth spread throughout your chest, and make your heart thump wildly, the close proximity between the two of you making your pulse race.  

Alex buries her face in your neck and your breath catches in your throat, the tip of her nose brushing your jawline.  

“Where have you been?” She asks as she pulls back her blue orbs locking with your Y/E/C’s.  

You glance away, unable to look her in the eyes and blatantly lie to her, it’s not like you could tell her you were avoiding her calls and texts purposely.  

“I’m sorry, things have been REALLY busy at the office, I literally come home and the second my head hits the pillow, I’m out.” You shrug, turning back to Alex who inspects you closely.  

She could read you like an open book, and almost immediately she knew you were lying.  

“Y/N...” She starts and your throat bobs.  

“What?” You say as you turn away, making your way towards the refrigerator.  

“Do you want anything?” You ask, acutely aware of the fact that Alex is moving towards you.  

“Y/N...” She says again, her hand on your back, her touch making you stiffen.  

You sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as the woman caresses your back gently, smiling when you sag slightly.  

“You’ve been my best friend for over 20 years, I know when something’s wrong.” She says softly, subconsciously tracing your spine causing you to shiver.  

Her throat bobbed as she traced your spine, reveling in the way you shuddered. 

In all honesty, the way you reacted to her touch never ceased to make her heart race, in some circumstances, she’d brush her fingertips against you, just to see that reaction.  

“Y/N...” She whispers again, gently taking your shoulder and turning you around slowly, her blue orbs widening when she realizes your Y/E/C orbs are filled with tears.  

Alex cups your cheeks gently, frowning as a tear slides down your cheek, the inner turmoil in your dulled Y/E/C orbs visible.  

“Y/N-- 

Alex pauses mid-sentence, her blue orbs wide and heart racing when your lips press against hers. She remains still, unsure of what to do as your lips move against hers.  

Almost as quickly as they met hers, they’re gone, your eyes wide, your heart slamming violently against the confines created by your ribs.  

Alex remains silent, unable to find her voice, before you turn and sprint out of the apartment, putting as much distance between yourself and her as possible.

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Alex wasn’t sure how long she stood in your apartment, unable to tear her gaze away from the place where you’d been originally standing.  

She never expected when she’d come to your apartment that you would kiss her, the thought of your lips meeting hers making her heart race. 

It was only when her phone started to ring that she was pulled from her daze, her head on a swivel as she surveyed your apartment, an apartment you’d bolted from sometime before.  

Alex’s feet guide her towards your apartment door, the woman slipping out of your apartment before clicking the door shut behind her.  

In all honesty, she was numb, her mind racing wildly, she had no idea what to do, but before she realized what was happening, she was sitting in the back of a taxi on her way home.  

Needless to say, when you returned to your apartment hours later and realized it was empty, you broke down, knowing that the relationship between the two of you would never be the same again.  

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Alex Morgan hadn’t tried to contact you after that, not a single text, or phone call, the woman doing everything she could to distance herself from you.  

Despite that, you couldn’t help but stare down at the invitation still lying on your kitchen counter with each passing day, the date of the wedding looming.  

You knew you weren’t welcome; you knew Alex wouldn’t want to see you after the unreciprocated kiss, but still you found yourself preparing for the event anyway, dressing in a well-tailored suit despite knowing you’d planned on not being seen.  

Thankfully for you, the venue wasn’t indoors, the massive and extravagant wedding being held outside, the sun high in the sky and the sea’s waves crashing wildly against the rocks nearby.  

It was easy considering you didn’t exactly have to sneak in, but you still chose to keep your distance, so much so that the wedding participants were barely visible.  

You lean against a nearby tree, your throat bobbing when you catch sight of the woman you’d come there to see, a woman who you’d kissed months ago, a woman who didn’t feel the same way as you did, and never would.  

Even at a distance, you knew Alex Morgan looked stunning in her wedding dress, the sight of her taking your breath away.  

Your throat tightened, as did your chest, the knowledge that she was about to marry someone who wasn’t you making your heart tear in two.  

It was only when she reached the altar that you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, tears that were now streaming down your cheeks.  

The man officiating the wedding starts to speak, the sound deafening to your ears despite being so far away.  

Your palms begin to sweat as you watch the wedding from afar, the urge to get a closer look, and to move further away from the venue prominent.  

You stand completely still, unable to keep yourself from watching the scene before you, a scene that was shredding your heart into tiny pieces.  

You knew Servando was speaking, you could barely see his lips moving in your peripheral vision considering your gaze was focused entirely on Alex Morgan.  

Your focus thus remained on her when the woman abruptly turned away from the man she was marrying and sprinted down the aisle, the guests gasping as Alex sprinted away from the venue.

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Alex Morgan couldn’t keep her mind off you, it was her wedding day, she was about to marry the man she’d been with for years, and she STILL couldn’t get her mind off you.  

She’d replayed the moment in her head over and over again, remembered the way your lips felt against hers, and the look of fear in your eyes when you left the apartment.  

“Alex?”  

Alex’s eyes widen, her head snapping upwards, catching sight of her mother’s eyes in the mirror, the older woman’s eyes narrowed as she inspects Alex’s face through the reflection. 

“Is something wrong...?” She asks, Alex’s mouth opening and closing rapidly before it snaps shut, the woman shaking her head slowly.  

Her mother shakes her head, moving towards her daughter, her hands resting gently on her shoulders.  

“Honey, you can tell me anything.” She whispers, tucking a wild wisp of hair behind her ear as she stares at her face in the mirror.  

Alex shrugs, her throat bobbing as her mouth opens and closes yet again before she finally finds her voice.  

“What if I’m making a mistake...?” She asks, her mother’s eyes widening.  

“Why would you think that...?” Her mother asks, her thumb running back and forth along Alex’s shoulder.  

She shrugs.  

Pam hums, staring at her daughter before realization dawns on her face.  

“Is this about Y/N?” She asks, Alex’s eyes widening as her eyes meet her mothers in the mirror.  

“Why would it be about Y/N?” She asks, her mother smiling softly.  

“Honey, I know you, and I know something happened between the two of you.” She says, gauging her daughter’s reaction, Alex’s gaze falling to her lap, taking particular interest in her manicured nails.  

“What happened?” Her mother coaxes and Alex sighs deeply.  

“She...” She pauses, inhaling deeply.  

“She kissed me.” She exhales, Pam’s eyes widening, though with Alex’s head down, she misses the twitch at the corner of her mouth, the older Morgan fighting back a smile.  

“When was this?” She asks, Alex playing with her fingers nervously.  

“A few months ago.” She mumbles and Pam nods.  

“Is that why you haven’t been talking?” She asks and Alex nods silently in response.  

Pam studies her face quietly for a moment before she sighs, grabbing a nearby chair and taking a seat beside her daughter.  

“What happened after?” She asks, Alex still staring at her lap.  

“I didn’t kiss back, and she ran away.” She says, vividly remembering the look on your face after you’d kissed her.  

Pam remains silent, pondering on what to say before she speaks.  

“Did you want to kiss back?” She asks and Alex shrugs.  

“I don’t know.”  

Pam and Alex turn back towards the door, smiling when Alex’s father, Michael peeks his head in.  

“It’s time.” He says softly, moving into the room, ducking down to kiss the top of Alex’s head, completely oblivious to the conversation he’d interrupted.  

“Are you ready?” He asks, Alex’s blue orbs darting to her mothers in the mirror, the two sharing a silent conversation before Alex reluctantly nods.  

“I’m ready.”

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Alex blindly made her way down the aisle, her father’s arm hooked with her own, the smiling man at the end of the aisle the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with.  

Though she should’ve felt excitement, she didn’t, the thought of waking up to him every day in no way feeling as appealing as it would to wake up to you every day.  

Alex plastered on a fake smile as she reaches the altar, Servando taking her hands with a loving smile, his thumbs caressing the back of her hands.  

“I love you.” He whispers, turning away, completely unaware that she hadn’t returned the sentiment.  

The officiant starts speaking, though his words fall on deaf ears, Alex lost in her own thoughts, thoughts of what would happen if she married the man in front of her.  

If she went through with it, she would never be able to explore what she was feeling, she’d never know what it would feel like to feel your lips against hers again, she’d never know what it would feel like to actually kiss you back.  

And as the seconds passed, she realized she wanted to know what it felt like to kiss you back.  

“Alex?”  

Alex blinks rapidly, picking her head up, realizing the officiant, and Servando were looking at her expectantly, Servando’s brows knitted in confusion. 

“Do you have anything you’d like to say to Servando?” The officiant asks, and Alex swallows hard, her mouth opening and closing rapidly.  

“I can’t do this.”  

Those around her gasp as she turns on her heels and sprints down the aisle, as best as she can in heels.  

Much like you had months ago, she sprints away, unaware that you’re watching her from afar and following after her.

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Unfortunately, you weren’t able to catch Alex before she disappeared into a taxi, the taxi carrying her a lengthy distance away before you reach the sidewalk. 

You’re completely unaware that a number of the wedding guests had followed after the wayward bride. 

You can’t help but jump when a hand settles on a shoulder, a hand you realize belongs to nonother than Pamela Morgan.  

The older woman’s eyes lock with your own and you turn away, your throat bobbing.  

“Do you have any idea where she could’ve gone?” You hear one of the wedding guests ask Servando, the man shaking his head rapidly.  

“I don’t know.” He says sadly, pinching the bridge of his nose.  

Pam meanwhile leans towards you, whispering in your ear.  

“But you do.” She says, your eyes widening as you pull back abruptly.  

You had an idea of where she might be going, a place the two of you frequented when you were growing up, a place the two of you would run to when you needed to get away from the world around you.  

Pam nods, giving your shoulder a squeeze.  

“Go.”  

You swallow hard, searching her face momentarily before you nod, turning away from the older Morgan before you sprint off, intent on following after your best friend and the woman you were hopelessly in love with.

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The clearing in the small woods behind Alex’s childhood home that you’d frequented as kids hadn't changed all that much, the large rock the two of you would lounge on still resting a few feet away from the small stream running by.  

And that’s of course where you find Alex, the woman completely unaware of your presence as you move towards her.  

You frown at the sound of her soft sniffles, transported back to your teenager years when you’d found her in this very same position, crying about a boy who’d cheated on her.  

Even back then, you were in love with her, and you still felt that same love for her to this day. 

“Al...?” You whisper, the woman gasping as she sits up abruptly, her watery blue orbs finding your Y/E/C’s in an instant.  

Her eyes rake down your front, her throat bobbing as she turns away.  

You make your way towards her, taking a seat on the slab of stone beside her.  

The world around you falls silent, the two of you gazing at the small stream in front of you, its water flowing past slowly and softly. 

“How did you know where to find me...?” Alex croaks out and you smile.   

“This was our spot, remember?” You ask and Alex shakes her head wiping her running nose with her forearm.   

 "I know." She sniffs, remembering the times she'd found you there when you were going through something, specifically when you were hit with the realization that you were having feelings for girls, that you were SUPPOSED to be having for boys, of course, according to society’s standards.  

The two of you fall silent again, focusing on the water running by in front of you.  

“Why did you run?" You whisper hoarsely, fearful of what her answer may be.  

 Alex remains silent, the woman gathering her thoughts before she speaks.  

“Because I didn’t want to spend my entire life settling for Servando...” She pauses, slowly turning towards you, the woman delicately cupping your cheeks, your breath catching roughly in your throat.  

“When all of this time, I could’ve had you.” She whispers, caressing your cheek, smiling when you lean into her touch.  

Your eyes instinctively flutter shut as Alex leans in, her lips pressing gently against your own.  

You'd kissed twice before, a meaningless kiss when you were kids, and a kiss that unfortunately, Alex hadn't reciprocated, but now, Alex Morgan had kissed you, and you in no way hesitated to kiss her back.  

Your hands find their way to her waist as you kiss softly, her fingers knitting behind your neck as she pulls you closer.  

The kiss made your heart race, and your body tingle, a feeling you'd been longing for since you were teenagers had now come to fruition, and you never wanted it to end.  

It's only when you feel something wet on your cheek that you pull back, your eyes flashing open to reveal Alex's tear covered cheeks.  

"Hey..." You say as you cup her cheeks, swiping her tears away with the pads of your thumbs.  

"Please don't cry." You whisper as you hold her close, the woman shaking her head as she covers your hands with her own. 

“I almost made the biggest mistake of my life.” She whispers, leaning into your touch as she turns head, kissing your palm.  

“What do you mean?” You ask, unable to put two and two together in your mind at that moment.  

Alex’s watery blue orbs meet yours as she leans back in, pressing another loving kiss to your lips, your bottom lip trapped between hers, as her hands cover your own, her fingers pushing their way in between yours.  

Again, you part with much reluctance, Alex leaning her forehead against yours, the two of you breathing one another's air.  

“I almost married someone who wasn’t you.” She says, your eyes widening as you study her face intently, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.  

Your mouth opens and closes rapidly, your brain unable to respond to what Alex’s had just said, a fantasy you could’ve only ever dreamed up playing out before you.  

Alex’s hands leave yours and she gently cups your cheeks, wiping away tears you hadn’t realized were streaming down your cheeks.  

You squeeze your eyes shut, but you’re unable to keep your tears at bay as Alex scoots closer, resting her forehead back against yours.  

“And I would’ve spent the rest of my life regretting it.” She says, brushing her nose back and forth against your own, your watery Y/E/C’s opening to meet Alex’s watery blues.  

“I love you.” You whisper, your eyes widening when you realize what you’d said.  

“Wh-What I meant was-- 

You’re cut off by the press of Alex’s lips against yours, the woman pulling back with a toothy grin.  

“I love you too Y/N, I always have.” She says, tilting her head back to kiss your forehead.  

“And I always will.”  

You press a kiss to Alex’s lips again before turning back towards the stream, your arm slipping around her middle, her head resting on your shoulder.  

It was in that moment, sitting in the spot that you’d frequented as kids, you in a suit and Alex in her wedding dress that you realized this was always meant to happen, and it all started with a kiss between two clueless kids who had no idea what it meant at the time.  

Now, however, when you kissed, it meant something, it meant so much in fact that you’d eventually kiss in front of a crowd of people, you in a suit, and Alex Morgan in a wedding dress.  

[artisticxlly]

*timidly knocks on your asks* Tr-trick or treat?

BOO! :D

I'm trying to fit my answers to what you guys like, and since I see that quite a few of your art posts are about Sakuatsu or Osasuna, I've dug around for a Sakuatsu one! Maybe one day I'll turn this into a whole Ao3 post, so here's just a sneak peek!

Atsumu wasn't an idiot, contrary to what Kiyoomi called him.

Kiyoomi had been acting off, and it definitely didn't get lost under Atsumu, someone who deeply analysed his spikers to assist them in the best possible way. Kiyoomi was a strong player, especially with how he could handle the ball, his flexible wrist letting him spin it. During training today, it was different, though. He ball kept losing its momentum, even more so as the training went on.

The others usually showered quickly, and Kiyoomi would take his time. This way, most of them would be finished by the time he got in the shower. Atsumu stayed this time, though, eyeing Kyoomi.

The taller man of the two glares back. "What." He huffs. "You've been staring at me all training, Miya." Kiyoomi points out, untying his shoes and slipping out of them.

"Are ya doin' okay?" Atsumu asks, blunt and to the point.

Kiyoomi looks at him pointedly. "If this is about my spikes, don't bother."

"I'm asking ya 'cause I care. Today was just training, yer performance was... Off." Atsumu puts it bluntly.

"Just a bad joint day." Kiyoomi mutters. "Worry about other things, Miya. I'll be fine."

Atsumu remembers Kita well. Their captain had been just as observant and wasn't hesitant to send them home when they were sick. He remembers Kita leaving him a note and pickled plums to make him feel better back at Inarizaki.

"Any... Way I can help?"

"What?"

"To help the pain, I mean." Atsumu rubs the back of his neck. "Ya should be takin' a break."

"I wasn't aware you were my captain. And..." He pauses for moment, his expression softening a little. "I should be fine."

"I'd be stupid to not make sure that my spiker is gettin' the rest he needs." Kiyoomi stands up and walks towards him. "How about this, since you're so stubborn." He chews on the inside of his cheek momentarily. "You come over to mine for dinner and help me with my routine. Will that make you stop whining?" Kiyoomi huffs, eyes squinting. He was playing right into Atsumu's hands, despite acting like he he was compromising.

Atsumu grins. "Sure does, Omi."

They shower and buy a bite to eat since neither of them feel like cooking.

Kiyoomi's apartment feels nice. Minimalistic, somewhat, with some cute memorabilia. Atsumu avoids staring too much, though, knowing Kiyoomi still felt prickly about having someone over. While taking off his jacket, Kiyoomi explains. "Usually, massages help me most. Since you're so eager to help me, you could help me with that?" He looks shy almost, with a blush on his face. As if it was humiliating to ask for help.

"Sounds good. Do ya have a cream or somethin'?"

Kiyoomi blinks. "Good... Good thinking, actually. I do."

He leaves swiftly to get it, while Atsumu sits down on the couch. He sets down the dinner on the coffee table, waiting patiently. Kiyoomi not only returns with the cream but is re-dressed in shorts and a shirt instead since his knees and ankles would need to be free from clothing. He sits down next to Atsumu, a few wrinkles forming between his eyebrows from the pain. He leans back into the couch.

"Do you uhm... Know how to massage joints?" He asks Atsumu, aware of the other watching him as he hands him the tube.

"I think I could use yer guidance." Atsumu takes some of the cream and applies it to his palms, warming it.

"Well, heat helps..." Kiyoomi offers his wrist, trying to relax.

"You can't really... uhm... Your hands are really warm." He is thrown off track when Atsumu takes his wrist, holding it gently in his warm, broad palms.

"Yer just cold, Omi."

"... Right. You can't really do much wrong. Deep, slow pressure is usually what does it. I'll let you know if you're doing awful." His remark had just a little bite to it, undermined by the blush decorating his ears and neck.

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Thank you for the ask!

[ayoharuko]

Love and Deepspace: Boyfriend Headcanons ♡

Hello! I have been sucked into this game in so many ways, I have literally almost lost interest in my other otome games- And yes i chose this game as my comeback but ya’ll already know why :3

Most of these headcanons are kinda already canon? Like canon in game? But don't worry I sprinkled some original ones thought by yours truly of course~ ✩

This will be separate parts as I wanted different posts dedicated to each of our beloved boys, we all love each one of them in this household.

Reader here is Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Warning: Some Spoilers from his Myths and minor swearing.

Reminder: The character belongs to INFOLD/ its respective creators; this is all just fictional work so please try to not take these too seriously :)

♡ First of all, Xavier is a cuddle bug.... HE WILL HUG YOU WHENEVER HE GETS THE CHANCE TO.

♡ So, I would love to think that that he loves receiving and giving, physical touch. Whether its holding hands, hugging you, kissing you- heck.. even just your shoulders touching can count as physical touch to him. Especially, if you aren't comfortable with physical touch yet.

♡ Xavier is also the best napping buddy! He can be in any sleeping position you want, if you want- you can have him just on his back, laying still as you cuddle him in any position. Or maybe you prefer him holding you? Any position is fine with him, as long as he has you sleeping beside him :)

♡ But if you have to ask him what his favorite sleeping position is, it has to be the 'Face to Face' position, so he can get blessed by your sleeping face every morning.

♡ Sometimes, when he wakes up first or feel restless (Which is rarely) he stares at you.... carving every texture, mole or freckle into his brain, even if he had already memorized it by now.

♡ He just wants to.... cherish you before... his time ends you know? (HAHAHAHA SORRY I COULDN'T HELP IT-)

♡ Oh, you love food? Congrats then. You have yourself a foodie buddy- and boyfriend for life!

♡ Almost all your dates are visiting new or old restaurants around Linkon and outside of Linkon to eat, but mostly it'll be hotpot themed as we all know how much he loves his hotpot.

♡ But if we're talking about homecooked meals.... well.. Obviously he can't be in the kitchen but whatever and whenever you cook he'll definitely eat it! Your food is much better then the restaurants you all visit, he claims!

♡ One more love language of his is that I think he'll have is words of affirmation, in a receiving and giving way. With his soft, airy like voice he would whisper sweet words into your ear as you fall to dreamland.

♡ Comfort you if your having a stressful or bad day and he just loves talking to you... you bring out the extrovert in him :)

♡ In the receiving end, he needs all the affirmation and assurance that you'll always be there... He knows he can't be honest all the time and has his flaws but he needs you to tell him its okay. His a soft boy.. only for you obviously.

♡ He would get you flowers every week, once a week maybe. Each week with a different flower; Jeremiah would teach him how to make a small bouquet and teach him how to grow flowers whilst having these lessons, he'll also pick up a book from his other friends library on the meaning of flowers.

♡ When all thats learned have been learned, he'll start bringing you flowers with hidden meanings that you don't pay mind to but Xavier sometimes will tell you what they mean🌷͙֒

♡ Wear whatever you want babe, your boyfriend is literally Lumiere and he'll glare at anyone who has ill intentions for you or the ones whose judging you.

♡ Sometimes we all forget that this man is LITERALLY A PRINCE. (If some of ya'll don't know this yet- spoiler I guess.)

♡ So that means, princess treatment ALL THE WAY, actually no- QUEEN TREATMENT. Doors will be opened, bags shall be carried, you won't pay for shit when your with him as his salary is big (Ordinary hunter MY ASS.)

♡ He'll also do anything you ask him to do. Whether its household related things or... *ahem * *ahem* pest related things....

♡ But yes, he would do anything you ask him to, as long as it makes you happy :)

♡ He would flirt with you, but in a subtle way... like, he would say something so flirty or smooth but he won't comment on it, or he makes it so subtle that it almost sounds like a compliment or normal thing to say.

♡ He'll brush it off if you ask about it and just put on his usually charming smile and give you a compliment instead.

♡ But if you do it back to him, you will notice the red spreading all over his cheek and ears, he might get embarrassed about it but he secretly craves it since you won't do that to anybody but him- and if you do... well.... they will most definitely get the cold shoulder from Xavier as well as the sink eye....

♡ While Xavier has plenty of good qualities about him, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any bad qualities about him.

♡ He would be very secretive. Sometimes you won't know if you truly know him, once you confront him with this problem he'd brush it off and try to derail the conversation but if you push it- you and him will get into a one-sided heated argument. With you as the heated one and him the one-sided.

♡ In the end, you'd have to accept that he won't tell you any of the secrets his hiding so you give up and make him promise to you that once his ready, he should/would tell you everything.

♡ Sometimes the napping habit of his would become too much. It'll result in him losing track of time and possibly missing your scheduled dates, forgetting to eat or do basic self-care and it basically becomes an unhealthy habit. So he appreciates it whenever you're both going out or when you're forcing him to do something else besides napping.

♡ He is a jealous man... not possessive but more on jealousy. He knows you're attractive and he also knows that you won't leave him but his more worried about the other people who'll make a move on you or has ill intentions.

♡ He would hold your hand tightly in public and in a subtle way, he'll show that you both are together but also flexing your intertwined hands.

♡ It's canon that his very good with video games right? But I don't think he plays games all the time, I think his the type to play games whenever you're in the mood to or when he sees you online on your favorite game together.

♡ Minecraft is you and Xavier's ultimate game you both would play in your free time.

♡ He is your monster slayer, he tames animals (mostly cats) and he makes sure your amors all enchanted!

♡ When you're both partnered up for a mission, he would absolutely make sure you're safe the whole time. As much as he knows you can handle yourself- he also wants you unharmed.... He can't bear to lose you.. not again.

♡ So he would always be in front of you. Like a shield almost, but he'd also be your blade- He has always been yours to use, if you asked him to take a hit for you, he would. If you asked him to kill any threats that might hurt you, that threat would be dead in mere seconds.

♡ Nicknames that he'll often call you would be My Queen (Assuming you don't know why), Little Star (Idk I just see it) and... honestly? I don't think his that big on nicknames-

♡ He'd probably just prefer to call you by your name as he likes the way it sounds when he says it aloud :)

♡ When it comes nicknames that are for him however... he doesn't mind them, he even has a few favorites- such as: My Prince, Knight in shining armor, babyboy (I SEE THE VISION.) and Honey.

♡ In conclusion: Xavier is a very sweet, charming and sleepy boyfriend- only when it comes to you of course.

♡ Don't forget, to other people; their opinions don't matter. But your words? They mean a lot to him.

You've all reached the end, yay! Thank you so much for reading this far, I hope you all enjoyed this <3

I tried to make a lot of headcanons as I could, but I lost lots of braincells along the way lol.

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First Glance (Part Two)

It had been a ridiculously long time since you have last seen Anakin. All due to the sudden wave of Jedi trainings, sparring, missions and improving yourself that washed over you like a bucket of ice cold water. Nevertheless, you had to prepare yourself to take the trials. During sessions with the Council, missions with your master and sparring with other Padawan's, you found your mind focused more than ever.

Naturally, with your strict schedule of seemingly endless work, you found no time to think of wandering the Jedi Temple halls. Tempting as they may be, you did commit to undergo Jedi training, and as a Padawan, you had to stay focused. You were determined to not let anything stand in your way, even if it did cost you the possibility of seeing Anakin again. Currently, your mind was busy with turning into bed with a heavy head and full stomach.

Changing gracefully into your nightgown, you couldn't stop your eyes from wandering to the door to your quarters. Just beyond those doors was the chance to clear your head, to get Anakin out of your head. Even then, your feet stayed planted firmly onto the smooth carpet, once done with your nightgown, you walked to your bed, slipping under the covers with a relieved sigh.

As you closed your eyes, you felt your entire body relax and your mind start to rest. No doubt the best part of your day, you let yourself go completely, surrendering to the mansions of rest. A few hours into your peaceful slumber, Anakin slipped into your room. Why? Because he longed to see you. Over the time you two had been away, his mind was restless with thoughts of speaking to you again, and once he haunted the halls of the Temple, while others were completely unaware, he was waiting for you. When you never once showed, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

And that is what led him to you now, his eyes went to your sleeping figure, taking in your amicable figure, how your chest heaved in a serene rhythm, it made him feel a need to protect you. He sat in a chair a few feet from your bed, studying how your sleeping figure was lightened by the beams of twilight that sneaked in through your window.

"I've missed you, Y\N." He breathed, as quiet as the wind. Anakin leaned forward, close to your face as he caressed your cheeks. A touch characterized by the amount of affection he felt for you now, which he did not completely understand at this moment. Touching you felt like a dream, even if it was just your cheeks, it made him feel whole. You stirred, turning ever so slightly, and Anakin retracted back into his chair. Had he awoken you? "Anakin?" You asked softly, and he could feel his heartbeat speed up a great deal.

"Yes?" He answered, his shining blue eyes quickly darting to your eyes. "What are you doing in here?" Your eyes flutter open slightly, feeling your sleepiness wear off ever so slightly at the sound of his voice. "I missed you, of course." Anakin grinned at you. Propping yourself on your elbows, you gazed at him. "Well, I missed you as well." His grin widened at your words. "So, how've you been?" He inquires, leaning back in his chair. "Stressed. How about you? How's your Jedi training going?" Anakin shrugs at you, his grin disappearing, replaced by a more annoyed expression. "Fine, I suppose. I've been having these... nightmares."

You tilt your head at him, curiosity piqued. "Try me." He sighs, standing up from his chair, his hands rubbing his face. "It's about my mom. Remember when I told you we were sold to a slave owner on Tatooine?" You nod. "Well, Qui-Gon rescued only me, so I had to leave her." The feeling in his words was real, as his fist clenched tightly. "What are your dreams of your mother about, specifically?"

Anakin glares at you, instantly you can see the fire in them; reckless, determined but also wounded and flightless. "She's dying, over and over and everytime I get there, it's too late." Tears begin to slowly, painfully prick at his eyes. "She's being hurt and I can't get there. I promised her I would come back.." Anakin's voice raises slightly. "What is the point of this? Torturing her? What has it all come to?" He scowls, his gaze focused intently on the floor. "Anakin, go see your mother." His head snaps toward you, his radiant blue eyes darkened by a uncertainty. "What?" You nod reassuringly, slipping out of your bed and placing a reassuring hand to his shoulder. "Yes, you should."

It takes him a few moments to respond before his eyes trail down to yours, and he slowly wraps his arms around you. "Will you.... will you come with me, Y\N?" He asks, no- pleads, into your ear, his voice soft but shaky and urgent. "Yes." You answer simply, returning his hug with your own, embracing him as you both held onto his each other for what felt like seconds, but was actually minutes. Once Anakin pulled away, he gazed intently into your eyes, trying to scope out any sense of a lie, an empty promise. The moment he could properly reassure himself you were being truthful, he pulled you into another hug.

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A\N: I'm going on Thanksgiving break in a few days, and I have to study to get my grades up before the end of the semester, so I have no real idea when part three will come out, but if it doesn't come out during my break or over this weekend, it will come out the week after my break (Two weeks, at most.)

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Part Two: Novelty Mugs

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He offered his arm, elbow bent for you to link with. You briefly considered denying the gesture, but the way his smile bloomed across freckled cheeks made it impossible to say no.

🌹warnings: swearing, potential mention of cheating ex, alcohol

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🌹a/n: it’s been a long time, but i’m FINALLY finished with this part. I’m so, so sorry for the delays. I’ve been having to work overtime, hardly any days off due to short staff. I hope that this part lives up to your expectations and was worth the wait. Thank you for those who stuck around for this. ❣️ The end of this chapter is a little rushed, but my excitement to write it was dwindled by the long workdays. I hope it’s still alright. 

Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender, was a lot of things.

Cheerful? Of course! This man was sunshine in corporeal form, with a smile infectious enough to soften even the steeliest of exteriors. Awkward? Certainly! On a near-weekly basis he would confidently say, “You, too!” in reply to a drive-thru worker telling him to enjoy his meal. Selfless? Without a doubt! He once had literally given the shirt off his back to a stray cat he’d seen scuttle down an alley, claiming it was far too cold for it to sleep without a blanket. 

Prideful, however, was the farthest thing from anyone’s mind when the bubbly blonde’s name came up in conversation. 

But yet, as he bookmarked the address of your “date” into his phone’s GPS, he couldn’t help but allow himself to stroke his ego - just a little bit. 

He would be the first to admit that, in his efforts to be sure to leave you with a good impression, he may or may not have stayed up until birdsong overtook the nighttime trill of crickets and cicadas. It wasn’t that he thought you would be angry with him that he poured so much effort into planning, though. Felix simply wanted to give you a properly inspiring date, a thank-you in advance for helping him catch the eye of Ryujin - or as he would confidently proclaim, the future love of his life.

His late night resulted in him waking up later than usual, meandering lazily to his kitchen at half-past noon in search of caffeine. He groaned as he pulled the last pod of medium-roast Colombian from its box, dreading another bound-to-be-awkward encounter with the grocery clerk. 

After Felix placed the cup into the machine - having to try twice to actually hit the start button through his sleep-addled vision - the inviting scent of coffee filled the air. Once he’d added an unnecessary amount of cream and sugar, settling in on the couch comfortably,  he’d finally unlocked his phone to go through the notifications he’d missed during his well-earned slumber.

Social media updates took up most of the screen, but there was only one thing that had Felix grinning into his coffee; the confirmation email from the art center he’d reserved in the evening, from six to eight, for your first official outing. 

It was a hole-in-the-wall art studio, occupying the top floor of a three-story brick building downtown. Although it had fantastic reviews, Felix had been pretty surprised to never have heard of the place. The images Google had provided showed a warm-looking interior; deep burgundy walls and paint-splattered hardwood floors encapsulating several two-seated tables with a barrier inbetween them.

The idea was for couples to show up together, pick out a piece of pottery, and paint it for their partner all while sipping on the wine provided by the studio. Hiding the end result until they’d put them in the kiln together resulted in a surprise within what could already be considered an out-of-the-ordinary date. 24 to 48 hours later, they could pick their pieces up and bring them home - a permanent souvenir of the day spent together between lovebirds.

Or, in you and Felix’s case, friends with the most unconventional of benefits.

The mirth of his expression remained as he opened Tinder, shooting a quick message to inform you to be ready by 5:30, including what he considered to be a polite offer to pick you up if you were comfortable sharing your address. Eight separate texts formed a charmingly cumbersome infodump:

Hi! Our date is a go, six to eight! 

I’ll pick you up around 5:30?

 if you want! Only if you’re comfortable, I mean.

I am some dude from the internet and all.

Sorry.

But the offer stands!

Let me know.

Finishing off the last of his sugary drink, he set the mug aside to prepare himself for the endeavor, giddy excitement bubbling deep within his chest as he saw your reply flash on the screen, Google Maps location included:

You’re so weird. I’ll be ready! Apartment 4.

It was 5:15 and Jisung was doing everything he could to make getting ready into the most mind-boggling experience imaginable.

“You do realize you have no idea where you’re going?” he asked from his perch on the edge of your bed, popping one of the grapes from the bag he stole from your fridge into his mouth.

“Yeah, so?” You looked over your outfit in the mirror - a deep blue sweater and nice black jeans - before turning to him with your hands on your hips.

“What if he’s taking you somewhere super ritzy?” his words came out jumbled from the several pieces of fruit he held in his cheeks, making it hard to consider the possibility that he had a point seriously.

“Do you think he would?” You wondered this yourself; what kind of dates would Felix be taking you on? Would he go traditional, dinner and a movie? The inclusion of a timeframe for the date led you to believe it might be on the nicer side, but he certainly wouldn’t be taking you to a black-tie restaurant – right?

“I dunno, despite my best attempts I haven’t met the guy!” Han laughed while you rolled your eyes. He’d been annoyingly persistent about wanting to meet the guy you were seeing - even if it wasn’t romantic. ‘I’m your best friend, it’s the law,’ he’d said when he’d come over for drinks after your first meeting with your fount of inspiration, only leading you to flick him on the forehead.

“I don’t know why you’re so insistent,” you complained, flopping down next to him on the bed face down, turning your face to the side as to not muffle your response with your pillow, “It’s not like we’re seriously together.”

“I know, stupid,” he pouted, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna know who’s taking my best friend’s time away from me!” As your eyelids drooped into an expression of annoyance, his frown only grew deeper, “What if he kidnaps you? And I can’t even tell the police what he looks like.”

“You’ve literally seen his photos, Ji,” you deadpanned, propping up on your elbow to steal a grape.

“That’s beside the point,” he dismissed you with a wave of his hands, pulling the grapes out of your reach, “Thief.”

“I literally bought those. They were in my fridge until you took them,” you reminded him with an exasperated sigh.

“No, I was saving them from a terrible life of rotting away while you live on takeout.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, rising once more to your feet to peruse your shoes.

“So you’re really wearing that?” Jisung asked slowly, disapproval shooting from his dark eyes as he watched you grab a pair of boots.

“And you’re not really shutting up, so I guess we’re even.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he stood up, making his way to the kitchen to put the grapes back. 

“Bring me my coffee!” You called as you zipped the sides of the worn leather against your ankle.

He hadn’t responded, simply opting to grab the novelty mug from the counter and carry it back with him, setting it on your vanity. He guffawed as he read the side, remembering the day he’d gotten it for you.

“I can’t believe I caused the start of the strangest collection I’ve ever seen,” he mused, grin only growing wider as you gave him a narrowed side-eye. 

“Don’t look at me like that! I got you one cheesy mug once and now that’s all you drink out of.” 

You looked down at the item in question, remembering the proud smirk on Jisung’s face when he’d gifted it to you as a gag four Christmases ago. He was very, very proud of his cringeworthy kitchenware choice, pretending that he knew you would love it when you’d started gathering more and more of a similar nature.

‘I TURN COFFEE INTO BOOKS’ in bold, black print stared at you tauntingly. If only it were that easy, you wouldn’t be getting ready for a mystery date with barely more than a stranger. 

You supposed Jisung was right, perhaps twenty novelty coffee cups was a bit on the excessive side, but they brought you joy. That was a good enough reason, right? The stupid little sayings were just dumb enough to bring the ghost of a smile onto your face, even in dark times.

“Don’t hate on my trashy ceramics, Han Jisung,” you warned, sipping the barely-sweetened drink.

“Not hating, just criticizing,” he corrected, cackling when you held your middle finger up from the handle whilst taking another drink of the room-temperature coffee. 

“It’s not hurting anyone,” you muttered after swallowing, walking to the living room with Han on your heels.

“I know, I know,” he agreed, following your lead and sitting across from you on the couch. You’d thought he was going to head out, seeing as you were now ready. At the inquisitive raise of a brow that met his actions, he returned to the prior conversation, “So, I’m meeting him today right?”

“Oh my God, Ji,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as you fought the urge to shout, “Why won’t you let this go?” 

“Because!” he whined, kicking his feet like a spoiled child, “Our Friday night tradition of horrible movies and beer is being infringed upon!” he continued to cry out dramatically, “I gotta meet the culprit!”

“That…” you sighed, “That makes absolutely no sense.”

“But it does!” he insisted, grand gestures of his hands accentuating just how serious he was. “You see, if he’s a cool dude? I won’t be so peeved by it. If he sucks? I’ll feel vindicated in my righteous fury! You just gotta let m–”

“If I let you meet him will you shut up?” You cut him off, unable to take even one more begging word from his lips.

“I will take a vow of silence at a monastery, at this point.” He solemnly agreed.

“That’s a little extreme,” you chuckled softly, “Besides, they’d kick you out in like…a week. Tops.”

“True, true,” he agreed. Following a very, very short lived silence, he reiterated, “So this means I am meeting him…right?”

“Ugh!” you complained, throwing a decorative pillow at his face.

“Bitch!” he shouted, widened surprise overtook by an all-too-familiar mischievous glint as he stood to take a step towards you.

“Don’t you fucking dare…” you warned, rising to your feet and backing away.

“You started this, kid,” he said with a calm smile, approaching you carefully as you set the mug down on the table - a smart move when Jisung was on one of his many ‘rampages.’

“Please, Ji. You’re gonna ruin my makeup!” you pleaded, pointlessly in his eyes, as you felt the cool of your countertops come into contact with your back - effectively trapping you.

“You should’ve thought of that before throwing things at me,” he laughed, launching himself forward to attack the sides of your ribs with rough tickles.

“Get off me!” You squealed, writhing sporadically in an attempt to get away from the onslaught. Jisung merely cackled as he continued attacking your sides, eyes glittering with joy at the sight of you helplessly flailing.

“I mean it! Get off!” you shouted between bursts of screaming laughter, doing your utmost to remove him from your proximity. 

“No, you asked for this!” he chuckled darkly, his fingertips digging harder into your sides making you yelp.

“C-can’t b-breathe!” you urged, face reddening as he ceaselessly tickled your sides.

“Too bad!” He laughed, showing no signs of stopping until your front door flung open. His eyes mirrored your own, round as saucers with shock at the sound of the knob against the entryway’s wall.

The blonde only one of you knew stormed into your apartment, uninvited, with a more serious expression than you ever could’ve pictured him wearing. His hair was slicked back out of his face, giving him a much more mature presence alongside the seriousness in his glaring eyes and thinned lips. 

“Get off of her!” Felix shouted, storming in with his fists balled up at his sides. His shoulders were tensed as he strode towards Jisung, a certain sureness in his step - the kind that made you think your best friend might get punched - quickly bringing you to action.

Placing yourself between the two men, you quickly tried to explain, “No, Felix! It’s okay!” your attempt seemed pointless, his worry-creased brow shadowing the icy stare that darted between you and Jisung.

“It didn’t sound okay,” he near-whispered, the gravely depth of his voice rumbling in his chest as he stared Jisung down from over your shoulder, jaw tensing and relaxing rhythmically as he tried to keep his emotions in check.

“It’s fine, he’s my friend,” you continued slowly, heart racing from the previous tickle-fest and a momentary fear for Jisung’s safety.

“You were screaming,” Felix continued, face as concerned as it could possibly be, “I heard you say you couldn’t breathe!” he continued to insist.

“I was tickling her, you goon,” Jisung burst into a fit of laughter, suddenly doubling over as he clutched his stomach.

“Tickling…you..?” Felix asked, any trace of malice being replaced with shock and confusion before he flushed a deep red, suddenly aware of the fact he’d just busted into your apartment without knocking. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, a small snort from your nose betraying your honest attempt not to laugh at the well-meaning man.

“I–” he started, only to swallow thickly as the shades of his face went from scarlet to white, paling with shame, “I am so, so sorry!” He clasped his hands in front of his face, eyes clenched shut tightly as though he were praying.

“Felix, it’s fine,” you encouraged, still trying to hold down the laughter that threatened to bubble from your tightened lips. 

“I genuinely thought someone was hurting you, I didn’t think, I just barged in here!” he ran a hand through his hair, eyes bugging out as he took a shaky breath, “I just waltzed right in and almost punched your friend in the face…” He looked like he’d seen a ghost as he whispered the last sentence, hiding his second round of blushing behind his hands.

“Best friend,” Jisung corrected, finding the whole situation remarkably funnier than Felix had as he wiped a tear from his eye.

From behind the curtain of his fingers, you could see his face shift even darker as he grumbled, “Oh, God, I am so stupid. So, so stupid.”

“Are you kidding?” Jisung asked at the same time you’d tried to reassure Felix that you know he had good intentions, “That was the funniest thing that’s happened to me in months!”

“You–” Felix peered at Jisung from behind parted digits, shoulders slowly sinking as he relaxed, “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?!” Jisung began another round of cackling before stepping around you to place a hand on Felix’s shoulder, “I’m honestly relieved that you’d be sure to keep my favorite idiot safe –” he ignored the pointed glare you sent his way, not missing a single beat, “I’m Han Jisung.” 

Felix stared at his outstretched palm for a solid five seconds before tentatively shaking it, face breaking out into a meeker version of his typical beam, “Lee Felix,” he returned, visibly relaxing as the interaction continued. 

“Now that no one is going to get beat up…” you interrupted, picking up your mug and sipping to calm the dryness fear had left in your throat as you finished the last of your drink, “It’s about time for us to head out, yeah?”

The way Felix stared at your mug didn’t go unnoticed by you. Or Jisung.

“I know, I was just telling her how stupid they are,” Jisung explained, earning your balled up fist shaking in his face. He pushed it away with a chuckle, “But she keeps buying more and more.”

You flushed, both mortified and irritated with Jisung openly teasing you in front of Felix. 

Felix shook his head, “I think it’s kind of fun, actually! Like a nice little message with your coffee,” he explained his theory in earnest, not a single hint of a joke present in his rich voice, “Something to smile about in the mornings.”

You shot him a grateful look, both for understanding and not joining in with Jisung’s jabs, holding back a smirk as Jisung frowned.

“Don’t encourage her,” Jisung said with mock annoyance, throwing his head forward into his hands as though it were the worst possible thing that could happen. 

“But, you were right,” Felix smiled down at you, eyes twinkling, “I don’t want us to be late! I’m really proud of this date.”

He offered his arm, elbow bent for you to link with. You briefly considered denying the gesture, but the way his smile bloomed across freckled cheeks made it impossible to say no. Joining arms, he walked you towards the still-open door, Jisung hollering an empty threat of, “Have her home by ten! No shenanigans!” bringing laughter to both of your lips the second the door closed behind you.

You weren’t sure what you expected Lee Felix, twenty three year old bartender, to drive - but an old pickup truck certainly wasn’t high on the list. 

He opened the creaky door for you, letting you use his surprisingly sturdy shoulder to climb into the cab before getting in the driver’s seat. 

“I’m still sorry about barging in,” he admitted before starting the vehicle, turning the radio down into a faint hum appropriate for conversing over.

“Don’t be,” you said with a genuine smile, “I think that may have been the highlight of Jisung’s year.”

“Almost getting punched counts as a highlight?” he asked, brow raising as he watched the road ahead, shifting into drive to start your journey.

“You’ll understand if you spend time with him,” you said with a shrug. You’d be the first to admit the enigma that was Han Jisung took longer than a few moments to crack.

Felix simply hummed a response, eyes focused on the road ahead as the two of you fell into a calm silence, thrumming of the truck’s engine providing just enough white noise to keep it from being awkward. 

It wasn’t until Felix informed you that you’d arrived that the stillness was broken, earning a confused look from you as you stared up at the unassuming masonry concealing your destination.

“What is this..?” You asked quietly, getting nothing from Felix but an excited giggle before he clambered out of his seat, rushing to open yours. 

“You’ll see,” he finally replied, feeling the need to reassure you without giving away his entire plan, “It’s on the third floor.”

“That tells me literally nothing,” you joked, accepting his arm immediately this time as he led you inside. 

“That’s the point.” 

As the two of you grew nearer to the top floor, the smell of clay overtook the mustiness that otherwise occupied the stairwell. Soon after, nearly ruining Felix’s well-kept secret, the familiar fumes of paint wafted to your curious nose. 

“We’re painting?” You asked, untangling your elbows as Felix stepped in front of you to hold the door.

“Kind of,” he admitted, gesturing for you to walk in.

As you did, everything clicked. The walls were filled with shelf upon shelf of unpainted pottery, everything from sculptures to kitchenware ripe for the taking.

Before you could vocalize your understanding, a middle aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair approached the two of you with a warm smile.

“Hello! You must be Mr. Lee!” She mirrored the nod Felix gave her before taking a few steps towards a table, “Right this way, kids.”

Felix followed her diligently, tugging on your sleeve to pull you back from the trance the shelves seemed to have put you in. The woman stopped, nodding towards a table with a divider and explaining how everything worked - though it was rather self explanatory - before leaving you and Felix to it. 

“What’re you gonna pick?” you asked as you browsed the same shelf on opposite sides, running your fingers over the hardened clay of a statuette.

“I can’t tell you, that ruins the surprise,” he deadpanned, focused eyes visible through empty space on the shelf.

“Then I’m not telling you either,” you warned, moving on to a set of teacups as you watched carefully for any reaction on his face.

“Of course,” he agreed, gaze still holding immovable concentration as he scoured his side.

“You really don’t wanna know?” you reiterated.

“No, I’ll see after you paint it.”

His eyes remained focused on the task at hand, brows knitting together with the sheer concentration he was putting into his choice. The moment you brought your attention back to the decision you had yet to make, your gaze fell on a set of three shot glasses.

Now, you weren’t an expert on the man by any means, but it seemed safe to assume that Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender, could make use out of the trio of cups. 

You lifted the tray they were sitting on carefully, checking once to be sure Felix’s attention was still on his selection before carrying them back to your half of the divided table. Grabbing a few selections of pastel-colored glazes before taking a seat, you began your task. Half of one glass was a pretty, baby pink when the man of the hour took his place across from you.

“Welcome back,” you hummed, face scrunching in concentration as you meticulously stained the rim of a glass.

Felix simply chuckled in response, bass tones resonating within his chest bringing an immediate comfort along with them. You painted your choices in a comfortable silence for a while, long enough for you to finish painting the outside of the three shot glasses with their own respective pastel; pink, green, and blue. 

“How’s it comin’ along over there?” Felix asked softly, rich voice filling the once stagnant air.

“I think it’s going well,” you smiled, though he wouldn’t be able to see it through the divider, “Hard to tell, the glazes all look so light before they’re fired.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” the low-level panic in his voice brought the imagery of a deer in headlights to your mind’s eye as he continued, “I wanna make you something nice but I’m pretty sure I just used blue instead of orange.”

You snorted softly, pulling the brush away from the piece you were working on so as not to ruin it with the movement laughter would bring.

“You’re the one who has to take any mistake I make on this home,” he reminded you, warning tone betrayed by the tangible mirth behind his words, “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” a smirk played at the corners of your lips as you brushed off his complaint, grabbing a smaller brush to paint a daisy at the bottom of the glass you were working on.

You recreated the delicate blossom inside of the three remaining pieces, content with how the delicate nature of the flower seemed to mirror that of the man across from you. 

“I think I’m done after I add the shine coat,” Felix spoke again, clattering of brushes filling the brief quiet before he resumed, “How far are you?”

“Same,” you reached for the coat of finish to your left only to pause at the unexpected sensation of warm fingers beneath your touch. Felix had been reaching for the same tub, the two of you unable to see which the other had opted to take through the separating screen. 

The second and a half it took for the two of you to recoil your hands and apologize felt like at least two minutes, heat rushing to your - and surely Felix’s - cheeks. 

“I’ll take the other one,” Felix spoke quickly, pitch of his voice uncharacteristically high as the bottle to the right disappeared from view. You swallowed the embarrassed lump in your throat, managing only to hum an affirmation before taking the bottle you’d originally gone for.

The silence wasn’t quite as comfortable this time around, brushstrokes being the only awkward attempt at noise before a slightly-less ruffled Felix piped up once more.

“Your hands are really soft.”

His voice was gentle, as though you were a wild animal he was anxious of startling away. Though careful, there was no hiding the genuine warmth in his voice - that very warmth melting away any of the discomfort you’d been feeling moments prior. 

“Yours, too,” you agreed, cringing briefly at the lameness of your response until Felix’s bright laugh chased any dark cloud away.

“Really?” he asked with a happiness reminiscent of a child in a candy shop, “I started using this new lotion, it smells really nice so I hoped it would work! The cleaning supplies I use at work were really drying out my hands, and–”

“Yes, Felix,” you cut him off as you giggled, picturing his fluffy hair bouncing as he went on his excited tangent. Though your time of knowing him wasn’t long, the way he would launch himself into topics had a distinct way of bringing forth your care.

The laughter in your voice was replaced with simple affection as you reiterated, “Your hands are really soft.”

The woman from earlier came by then, tired eyes scanning both of your pieces before asking if you were finished. After the two of you confirmed you were done, she nodded, “I’ll take care of the rest and call you when you can pick them up, kids.”

After thanking her for her help and gathering your things, Felix led you back to his truck and drove you home in a once-again comfortable silence. 

As you reentered your apartment, having dismissed Felix’s near insistence to walk you the entire way to your door, you were met instantly with a very chirpy inquisition from Jisung - sprawled in typical fashion across the couch.

“So,” he grinned, wagging his eyebrows, “How was it?”

For a moment, you weren’t quite sure how to answer. You hadn’t been out in so long, it wasn’t too strange for you to shy away from any specifics. 

You’d debated telling him about the details; how your limited knowledge of Felix led you to paint him some shot glasses with happy flowers inside, how you could still feel the heat from where his hand had grazed your own, how you felt almost too comfortable in his presence for how close to a stranger he still was.

“It was nice,” you said instead as you smiled, removing your shoes before grabbing a beer, joining your best friend on the couch for a delayed movie night.

And it was.

Your first not-a-date date with Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender - with very soft hands was nice.

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Hey! I wrote a fanfic! For the first time in forever!

This is an establishing fic for my Mike Lives AU, so if you’re interested in that, I’d appreciate it if you gave this a read!

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You, a college drop-out in need of some inspiration, has a friend who buys you your greatest enemy: generative AI. You had a month before they came into state to destroy it with you. It was supposed to be fun. Just like a rage room, and then it was over.

What hellhole you delve yourself into, you never would’ve expected.

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This is my very first actual fic! I hope ya’ll like it :)

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I Want To Ruin Our Friendship (We Should Be Lovers Instead) (Sophia Smith x Reader)

You weren't big on social media, you never got in on the TikTok craze, but when your best friend, and long time crush Sophia Smith asked you to make a TikTok, you couldn't say no.

You were never big on social media, in all honesty, you didn’t see the appeal, especially when it came to TikTok.  

Anytime you saw your teammates recording a TikTok, you’d roll your eyes, but go along with whatever they were doing when the camera was turned your way, half-heartedly of course. 

They were big on TikTok trends, and often recorded them at camp or at friendlies. 

Somehow, you weren’t entirely sure how, you’d been roped into one of these said trend, but here you were sitting side by side with your best friend, Sophia Smith, the woman noticeably fidgeting. 

“Hey.” You say softly, the girl’s breath hitching when you place your hand on top of hers.  

“You alright?” You ask, your brows furrowed. 

Her throat bobs, her brown orbs darting to your lips before again meeting your eyes. 

“Y-Yeah.” She stutters and you hum, giving her hand a squeeze before letting go, missing the light twitch at the corner of her mouth. 

You were well aware that something was bothering her, you knew her too well to NOT know something was wrong.  

She was your best friend and had been since you’d become roommates in college. 

You knew Sophia Smith better than anyone, and she knew you better than anyone. 

She was the first person you’d come out to in college, and unsurprisingly, she was incredibly supportive. 

However, there was one thing she didn’t know, and that was that you were deeply in love with her and had been since college. 

You inhale deeply, pulling yourself out of your thoughts before clearing your throat. 

“So, what exactly are we doing here?” You ask, wondering what TikTok trend you were actually doing.  

Sophia clears her throat. 

“J-Just listen to this song.” She says softly before, pressing play on your phone, music filling the air 

Your brows arch when Sophia starts humming, her cheeks dusted pink. 

You wouldn’t admit it but you liked hearing her sing, something she did almost every morning in college when she was making coffee before class. 

You’d act like her early morning peppiness was annoying, but in reality, you loved waking up to the sound of her voice. 

“I think I’ve heard this song.” You say, vaguely remembering hearing it come from your best friend's phone one night. 

“Y-Yeah?” She stammers tugging at the hem of her t-shirt and you nod. 

It’s then that the lyrics start, the woman beside you singing quietly.  

“Y/N, darling, you’re my best friend.” She sings and your cheeks flush. 

“But there’s a few things, that you don’t know of.” 

You quirk your eyebrows, noting that Sophia glanced away, her cheeks flushed.  

“Why I borrow your lipstick so often.”  

You stop yourself from playfully teasing the woman that you in fact didn’t wear makeup, but you didn’t want to interrupt her. 

“I’m using your shirt as a pillowcase.” She puts her hands together and leans against them, feigning sleep. 

The look on her face changes as she cups your cheeks, your breath catching in your throat. 

“Soph?” You say, her throat bobbing as she sings the next set of lyrics. 

“I want to ruin our friendship.” She whispers as she leans in, your heart pounding wildly. 

“We should be lovers instead.” She sings before closing the distance between you. 

You kiss back with no sense of hesitation, wrapping your arms around her middle as you pull her close, your lips never disconnecting. 

Her arms wrap around your neck as you kiss softly.  

Your lips disconnect momentarily as she crawls into your lap, her legs wrapping around your middle before your lips meet again and again, each kiss sweeter than the last. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” Sophia whispers against your lips and you smile.  

“Me too.” 

The TikTok you were making is entirely forgotten as your lips reconnect, the two of you smiling against one another's lips. 

You pull back, chuckling when the woman in your lap whines loudly. 

“How long have you been wanting to kiss me?” You ask, playfully bumping your nose against hers and she blushes as she turns away.  

“A while...” She mumbles and you smile, taking her chin between your thumb and index finger and turning her back towards you, your Y/E/C orbs meeting her dark browns.  

Her cheeks darken and you smile softly, your eyes holding a softness that makes her eyes go glassy and her heart skip a beat.

“When you walked into our dorm room, tripped on the carpet and fell on the floor.” She giggles and you throw your head back with an annoyed groan.  

“I was so embarrassed.” You mumble and she smiles, ducking down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.  

"It was adorable.” She teases and you snort.  

“Sureeeee it was.” You stick your tongue out and she hums.  

“What about you?” She asks, your brows furrowing in question your head cocking to the side.  

Sophia giggles, cupping your cheek.  

“How long have you been wanting to kiss me?” She asks and you ponder thoughtfully, already knowing the answer as you cover her hand with your own.  

“When I got up off the floor and you did everything you could not to laugh when you introduced yourself.” You grin and she giggles, stroking your jawline.  

“I was trying SO hard.” She says, giggling even harder and you roll your eyes.  

“Oh, I know. I heard you laughing when I left to get my stuff.” You say and she snorts, burying her face in your neck as she giggles.  

“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” She laughs and you scoff.  

“Yeah, you SOUND really sorry.” You say as you squeeze her sides, the woman squeaking loudly.  

You grin maliciously, the woman attempting to scramble out of your lap, but she’s too late considering you’d rolled the two of you over and now had her pinned beneath you, your fingers digging into her sides.  

She bats at your hands as you playfully tickle her sides, only stopping when the woman’s chest is heaving as she tries to catch her breath.  

You hover over her, your eyes darting around her face as she fills her lungs with air.  

“You’re gonna pay for that.” She pants and you hum, burying your face in her neck and kissing her jawline.  

“Oh, am I?” You ask, Sophia’s breath shuddering as you kiss her pulse point.  

“Y-Yeah.” She sighs, giving you a playful glare when you pull away from her, her shining brown orbs locking with your sparkling Y/E/C’s.  

“You know...” You start, Sophia’s brow arched.  

“I guess TikTok isn’t THAT bad.” You shrug and she giggles.  

“Does that mean you’ll make more with me?” She asks and you smirk.  

“If they end this way every time, then hell yeah.”  

Needless to say, you made A LOT of TikToks after that, and they all, in fact, end the same way every time.  

[whimstories]

I colored it! 🥹🥳 I'm learning color! 😭🥳

[ayoharuko]

Valentines with Him! Part 3: Rafayel

Welcome to the last part of this min series! Which ends with our favorite artist, Rafayel of course!

If you haven't read part 2: Click this - Valentines with Xavier

Reader here is Female (she/her) :)

I hope you guys enjoy reading~!

Reminder: The character belongs to INFOLD/ its respective creators; this is all just fictional work so please try to not take these too seriously :)

I was walking towards Rafayel's house because it was valentines day and he wanted us to go on a date, however…I insisted that the date be at his house because their have been a lot of Wanderer sightings lately and I didn't want me and Rafayel to go through trouble.

I reached the front of the gate and as always its unlocked. So I went in and just locked the gate behind me, I opened the door to his house and I saw him at his usual spot; on top of a ladder facing a huge canvas. I sighed and and crossed my arms and coughed to get his attention.

Which worked as he looked towards me; “I though we were gonna have a date today?” I asked raising a brow up and silently judging him, to which he responded with the same type of sassiness I showed with a huff. “You were taking so long, I didn't wanna die from boredom ya know” He said, making sure to empathize the word 'die'.

I rolled my eyes at him as he slowly climbed down from the ladder; “So…what do you want us to do now?” He asked dusting his clothes. “You decide, its your house ya know” I said and he pouted at me; “Whaaatt? Come on…you literally insisted we stay at my place for the date..” He said pouting at me as I sigh. “Alright alright…how bout you teach me how to paint on a canvas? If you have leftover-” Before I could finish my sentence he grasped my hand and pulled me towards the couch and sat me down.

“How about we paint? That should be a nice activity right?” He asked and I felt embarrassment bubble inside of me….

“Uhm…Rafayel, your the artist here I'm not really good at drawing” I said shyly looking down at my lap; “So? Everyones an artist in their own way whether it'd be an ugly drawing or a good one” When he said that I looked up at him with shocked eyes…….

After some time he went to grab the materials needed for our little activity, when he came back; he gave me a medium sized canvas, pallet, and paint brushes.

He nodded and we started our activity. I decided to paint the ocean, it was simple enough since I knew I wouldn't be able to paint anything too hard or complicated.

I gently stroked my brush against the canvas; the canvas being painted in sky blue to mimic the reflection of the sky in the water. In the corner of my eye, I saw Rafayel taking glances at me…

I put my paint brush aside and put my full attention on him; “Did I get paint on my face or something?” I asked tilting my head to the side.

“You..actually did” He said and he stood up and went over to me, sitting beside me and moving his hand and face close to mines. I stared into his eyes, seemingly lost in them like the vast ocean. Before a second could pass I felt his soft lips on top of mines, this cheeky artist has stolen a kiss from me…

I blushed into the kiss and closed my eyes soon after, letting myself fall deeper into his charms as I felt his warm hand that was touching my cheek caress it; while the other hand was slowly stroking my tights. Suddenly our painting activity was forgotten as he took my canvas from me and sat his and mines aside gently.

As soon as his lips left mines I put a hand over my lips and glared at him; “You liar….” I mumbled as he smirks smugly, “Hm. I guess I was mistaken, there was no paint stuck on you” He said smugly; I blushed and smacked his shoulder gently as he laughs in amusement.

Me and Rafayel stayed in the position we were in (I was pinned below him) while we stared at each other, he then leaned his head on my chest and encircled his arms under waist to hold it.

I stared down in shock but all he did was snuggle his head deeper into my chest….

I sighed and slowly brought my hand to his hair and started stroking his soft hair, it was silent for a few minutes until he spoke; “Lets…just stay like this, I like hearing your heartbeat..” He said holding me tighter, I could feel my heart beat faster and I knew he could hear it.

“I…Rafayel..” I muttered his name in a hushed tone as I blushed, “I know…my hearts beating fast too..” I heard him say and my heart started beating a little more faster which I didn't even know was possible; “Remember our promise Miss Bodyguard?” He asked and he brought his face up while letting his arms hold his body weight.

“Yea..I do” I said, it was the promise that we made back when he was admitted in the hospital; how could I forget that?

He smiled pecked me on the nose, nuzzling his face to mines; “Its a good thing you remembered this time” He said and I raised an brow at that, “This time?” I asked with curiosity.

“Must have misspoken, don't mind that” He said and he leaned closer to my face once again, this time I knew what was coming and closed my eyes as I expected the kiss.

I heard him chuckle and felt his breathe on my lips; that was soon replaced with his lips. We kept kissing and kissing until the sun went down.

Until the ocean calmed down.

Until I couldn't feel my lungs.

The words that I heard from him before I fell into a daze was words I knew I wouldn't forget easily even when we're separated.

“I love you. My Beloved Bride.”

Thank you for reading this far~!

I'm so sorry that I finished Xavier's and Rafayel's late T^T

I hope I'll be more consistent these coming months, I've been pretty busy lately; with moving and pretty much everything in my personal life has been pretty hectic. Tho I hope the boys (Raf, Xav and Zay) have made your days a little brighter! Also, if anyone wants my UID in Love and Deepspace; just slide into my ask box and I'll gladly drop my UID for you guys ! :3

Anyways; thank you again for reading this far and I hope you guys enjoyed the read~!

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

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Kid Leo Au: Reunion

Part 12

I am geniunely really frustrated with how...anticlimactic this part feels to me. I wish I had drawn it better and had been more careful when doing my finishing steps :/ I didn't spend as much time on lining/coloring this part this week as I would have liked, so I'm really sorry it kinda falls flat ;-; I hope you all enjoy it regardless <33

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𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖! 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥 ℙ𝕪𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕

Pyramid Head x Gn! Reader !18+! !MDNI! Syn. Yandere Pyramid Head Headcanons. Tags. !dark content! yandere, non-con, dub-con, violence, kidnapping/captivity, size-difference, monsterfucking, rough sex, blood-mentions, death/murder, (sfw & smut) Inspired by these templates. click & clack

✧ Affection How do they show affection, how intense would it get?

Physical affection, extremely physical. Since he doesn't communicate verbally and also is a monster rather than a man there isn't any intellectual thought that goes behind his way of displaying affection. He just grabs you, holding you against him when he's docile. And when he's horny moves you into whatever position he wants and just goes at it. Either way, man handles you with no thought, he just has an extreme and intense need to have you felt against him.

✧ Blood How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Oh he's so messy... Pyramid Head exists as one of the many demons of Silent Hill whose sole reason exists to punish, to cause tarnish and thus Pyramid Head gets very bloody. On his own his existence is to torture and cause bloodshed, it's wired into him. But when it comes to you? Think everything Pyramid Head has and can do, but tenfold. He'll have every inch of Silent Hill covered in the guts and blood of whichever unfortunate soul tried to come between you and him.

✧ Cruelty How cruel would they treat their darling once abducted?

He's unknowingly cruel. See, Pyramid Head knows nothing but cruelty, he causes dismay and bloodshed to anyone who enters Silent Hill that finds themselves near him. Which reflects on the way he treats you when he has you in his grasp.   But his infatuation and need for you are also very real, the cruelty is unintentional in a way. When you try and run, he'll throw you back where he left you. He'll cradle you to hug you and feel you close, but might end up snapping something due to his lack of conscience mind of your bones. Same goes for sex, he doesn't want to cause you pain, but he's huge and rough, it'll hurt.

✧ Delusion How delusional are they?

Everything in Silent Hill is a delusion, Pyramid Head himself, is partly a delusion. He doesn't have to be delusional, sane, or logical when it comes to you. He wants you, and you're stuck here in this town whether you like it or not, you're his. That much isn't a delusion. Once you're in his grasp you belong to him, and that's as simple as it is.

✧ Exposed How vulnerable are they with their darling?

In a sense, Pyramid Head is extremely exposed to you. He's a beast, primal in nature. He simply does, and so whatever he wants or feels you will see the entirety of it with no bars. This goes not just from his bloodlust but to the more sensitive needs.   Of course, he technically doesn't need anything like assurance or care. He isn't mortal. But similarly, he doesn't understand the concept of bottling emotions up or feelings. You know when he's down, and he never shies from showing it, even in less-than-savoury ways.

✧ Fight How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Fighting back doesn't bother Pyramid Head in the slightest, like at all. You can bite, scratch, punch, kick, none of it bothers him. He exists to cause that kind of reaction, to punish and push people into frantic fight or flight. Not like you can hurt him anyway, it's impossible to physically hurt him. And unlike any other poor soul trapped in Silent Hill whom he feels complete indifference to and only kills, he likes you, no loves you, wants you. So try and hurt him, beat him till your fists turn blue, he doesn't react nor care.

✧ Guilt Do they have a conscience, would they feel guilty for the things they do?

Nope. He feels nothing, no guilt at all. Pyramid Head's purpose is to slaughter, why would he feel guilt?   The same goes for your injuries or the damage he causes you. It's unintentional and ultimately he doesn't want you dead, but also he sees guts and torture on a daily so it doesn't hurt his mutated heart to see you suffer at his hands either.

✧ Hell What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Every day spent in Silent Hill is hell. Silent Hill itself is hell in a way, malevolent to anyone who enters. The fact you've caught Pyramid Head's desire doesn't thwart the misery you suffer stuck in there.  The worst of every equally hellish day though would be the day Pyramid Head found you. Stranded, horrified having barely survived the horrors of the other demons, then came one of the worst ones wielding a blade. Perhaps you had hoped to survive, to find an escape before. But after finding yourself in his clutches, all hope was lost, thus the day your spirit died.

✧ Ideals What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Pyramid Head doesn't have a mind. He's a creature, truly the only desire he has for you is to have you by his side, till Silent Hill perishes. But it never will, it'll always be an endless limbo, you are his and that'll never change.  He'll have the instinct that is similar to a predator, to take its prey. The other goers of Silent Hill whom he hunts and kills. All except you, another victim no difference, but you will be forced to stay trapped forever with him. 

✧ Jealousy Do they get jealous, how does their jealousy look like?

Pyramid Head doesn't get jealous, per se. He does get possessive though, because you are ultimately his possession. He is a being malevolent and high in power and you belong to him. As such, if something or someone, more specifically, gets in between you and him, he lashes out. Makes sure to make their death extra visceral and makes sure you watch the whole thing, to remind you that you are his. 

✧ Kinks What kind of kinks do they have, do they make their darling participate?

Not kinky at all, because he just wouldn't understand it. For Pyramid Head, he's a creature, when he fucks you it's instinctive. Always has you glued to his side either way so he fucks you wherever however as long as he's inside of you, he doesn't care. Now, he doesn't have any kinks specifically he indulges or desires. But he does a preferred way to fuck, and it's rough. He sticks it in ruthlessly and will cum over and over filling you up to the brim with relentless thrusts, he goes animalistic rearranging your guts. And you just have to lay there and take it, there is no control in him when he's rutting in you.

✧ Love letters How would they go about courting their darling?

Courting is non-existent. Pyramid Head takes, and you are left with little to no voice in it. He desires you, unfortunately, and thus you must accept that. He won't approach, he will not gingerly win you over, he nabs you and you're his. This doesn't mean he doesn't care for your affection either. It's just the fact that affection for Pyramid Head is physical in nature, and he can force you into that, just hold you flush against him 24/7 or fuck you silly whenever. That's how he shows love, whether you return it or not isn't important.

✧ Manipulate How manipulative are they and how do they do it?

He lacks the intelligence to make any genuine forms of manipulation, however, this isn't to say he doesn't attempt to coax you into acceptance. Though it's clumsy and mostly futile. Whilst he doesn't care at the end of the day if you accept him or not since he holds all power over you regardless, he still has an insatiable obsession for you. When he holds you and drags you around with him and keeps you pressed to him it's in hope you grow to reciprocate it. Generally though, not manipulative at all. 

✧ Naughty How would they punish their darling?

You'd never be the one getting punished, because there is no way you can attempt anything worth punishment. Pyramid Head has already deemed you free of his punishment and thus you will not be slaughtered.   This isn't to say he doesn't hurt you, he does. Again not intentionally but often, if he's been aggravated will squeeze you too hard or rampage, but it's never to punish you, it's just a visceral thing. In truth, you are the only thing Pyramid Head does not punish an exception to it. 

✧ Oppression How many rights would they take away from their darling?

The second you've entered the grasp of Pyramid Head, you've lost any will of your own. There is no such thing as having a right to anything under him. You exist solely as his, that is all you are meant for to Pyramid Head. The choice or right of freedom is gone. Pyramid Head will hold you as his captive same as Silent Hill holds you captive. When he tears your clothes off to ravish you, he doesn't care if you wish to cover again, if he wants to drag you with him as he roams, you have no choice but to cling to him as he holds you close.

✧ Patience How patient are they with their darling?

How patient Pyramid Head is entirely depends on what his patience is for. If it's patience for any kind of intellectual love or affection he can go centuries awaiting you to show any responsive form of it, that doesn't matter at all to him. But his patience for you to be there, with him, for him, physically? None. From the first encounter you'll have with Pyramid Head to every single following one under him he has no time to care for your reluctance to follow along. You're sat on his cock the minute he wants to put it in you and cuddled against him the second he finds you.

✧ Quit what happens if their darling dies or successfully escapes?

The only way to escape Pyramid Head successfully would include escaping the wrath of Silent Hill. And Pyramid Head is tethered to Silent Hill, for the fog to release you and you find a way out would mean Pyramid Head follows in your release. It isn't an escape because, like Silent Hill, Pyramid Head will simply accept it and accept your triumph. If you died in his clutches though? That's a whole other story, carnage doesn't even begin to cover the way Pyramid Head mourns. It's instinctive, he roars and destroys like a wolf whose mate has been taken. You were his, and now he'll never have what he carnally desired most ever again. Rage will seep into all his executions following your death.

✧ Risks How compliant are they with their darling?

No compliance, at all. There's also absolutely no risk in his treatment of you or any attempts you may use to utilize to escape. There's truly no winning with Pyramid Head if you want something that doesn't align with his needs. Now, it's a completely separate story if the compliance or risk you ask of him doesn't go outside of his desires for you. If you, for instance, beg him to let go of another victim, he will, there are other monsters who can implement their punishment. If you wish to see a specific area in Silent Hill, with him taking and holding you the whole time, he will without hesitation.

✧ Stigma What childhood event brought about this side of theirs?

(He didn't have a childhood there's nothing to add here sorry)

✧ Tears How does seeing their darling cry make them feel?

It bothers him. Whilst your feeble attempts to fight back or of defiance do nothing to him since ultimately you cannot hurt him, it's another thing to see you experience mental anguish as his. He desires you in a form of love, not in a form of punishment that he inflicts on others. When you cry out, he's seen it all too many times with his victims, but those were people he was sent to make suffer. You are his, not to suffer but to be his. And when you weep, it makes him flare uncomfortably, he'll hug you and hope it soothes you to understand his desires.

✧ Unique Do they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Everything, because Pyramid Head's form of yandere is also very different from the classic concept. For Pyramid Head, he isn't human, or sentient in a way, so his obsessive love for you is primal in nature. The feelings he has for you, are in the most basic way have no actual thoughts behind them. Pyramid Head doesn't dream about you or desire you as a lover to chat with or marry. You are literally like a mate to him, a thing he's found infatuation with and that he needs on him constantly.

✧ Vice What weakness can their darling exploit to escape?

The fact that Pyramid Head only exists within Silent Hill, for Silent Hill as an entity. He is tied to Silent Hill, so if you can break your way out of Silent Hill, through whatever means, you've also broken yourself free of Pyramid Head.  Though his fixation of you is entirely his own, his loyalty still lies in the fog that created him. If you've deemed yourself worthy by Silent Hill, able to escape the demons there, Pyramid Head won't follow you. And will simply hold you as a memory once you've left. 

✧ Wild card Random headcanon of the character.

He has an extremely high libido, it's endless also. He doesn't have a refractory period because his whole structure is impenetrable, he doesn't weaken and neither does his dick. So with you? It's absolutely rabid. Once you're in the picture he gets it ignited from you. You're the object of his every single urge, all of which he fucks out into you. Sometimes just takes you while roaming about, other mortals trapped in Silent Hill may see, but he doesn't care.

✧ Xoanon Would they worship their darling?

Absolutely, but you wouldn't understand it, neither does he really. There's nothing outright to showcase his sheer devotion to you, but it's there and with Pyramid Head it's heavy. With the many occultish things and benevolently malevolent spirits of Silent Hill, Pyramid Head is spiritual by nature.  And you, a soul he's found obsession to, truly you are god-like to him. You are the closest Pyramid Head can come to the feeling of salvation. A thing he leans on without realizing because he absolutely needs you with him at all costs. To cling to and worship by touch.

✧ Yearn How long do they pine for their darling before they snap?

He doesn't yearn for anything. The second he sees you and has been overtaken with the feelings he harbours for your existence, he'll take you. Brutally of course. As previously stated, how you feel or react to it doesn't matter the first time he takes you, and that's your first meeting with him as well, because Pyramid Head responds to his baser instincts. He sees, he likes, he wants? He's getting. And what he's getting is you.

✧ Zenith Would they ever break their darling?

Pyramid Head does not intend to break you. He's gotten you to be his and the specifics don't matter outside of that. However, you will break, regardless. Be it your bones or heart or mind. Pyramid Head will love you whole till you've accepted the fate you have, to be his. Melded with him at all times, left to live as his for eternity because Silent Hill is an eternity. There is no other choice truly, but to accept your life as Pyramid Head's darling, his possession. Forever deep in the Silent Hills, his...