#LETS GOOO LOT CHANGE LETS GO

[antiquatedsimmer]

Lucile and Josephine rode in silence as the car rumbled along, the quiet between them not entirely comfortable but easing with time. Josephine, gradually fell back into idle conversation, and Lucile felt a quiet relief. This was meant to be a happy occasion, after all.

The endless stretch of red rock and sand slowly gave way to rolling green fields, fenced pastures, and the occasional glimpse of grazing livestock. As they crossed into Rider’s Glen they found themselves remarking on the subtle changes that had taken root in the community.

Where there had once been little rocky hills and dirt paths, proper roads now wound through the land, flanked by tall wooden utility poles, each minute the scenery growing more and more familiar.

“Close your eyes, love! We’re almost there.”

Josephine huffed. “Lucile, it’s nearly dark. Don’t you want me to actually see the house?”

" you will, trust me. "

Her hands gripped the wheel tightly—perhaps too tightly. Excitement, fear, anxiousness… a mix of all three stirred in her chest. She had worked tirelessly for this moment, invested every ounce of herself into her craft, sacrificed comfort and certainty to get here.

She had lost her home once before. The years spent drifting between jobs, living modestly in cramped spaces, saving every penny, and poring over endless catalogs—it had all led to this. And yet, now that she finally had it, there was a strange weight to it, a restless anticipation, as if she were waiting for something to happen.

She drew in a slow, steady breath. This was it. And she would allow herself to feel it—to settle, to belong. From here on out, things would be different. This was what she had worked for.

The car slowed to a stop, dust curling around the wheels. Lucile stepped out first, then carefully guided Josephine, who still held her eyes shut, down onto the packed dirt path.

“I’m going to trip,” Josephine said, inching forward with hesitant steps. “I can walk perfectly well with my own eyes closed, you know.”

“Almost there,” Lucile grinned.

She took a steadying breath. “Before you look, I just want you to know how much you mean to me. I wanted this place to feel like ours—somewhere you’d be happy to stay, forever.”

Josephine let out a nervous chuckle. “Lucile… you’re starting to make me nervous.”

Then, finally—

A sharp gasp. Josephine’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her.

A grand, two-story house stood tall against the evening sky, painted like the soft, golden hue of sunlight on wildflowers. A long dirt drive curved toward the front, where a carefully tended garden bloomed beneath an ivy-covered archway. Towering trees lined the land, standing like quiet sentinels around the property. It was peaceful. Private.

And then, realization dawned.

She knew this land, over a decade they had been here once before, sleeping together in a tent.

Her throat tightened as she turned back to Lucile. “You bought it?”

Lucile nodded. “No one had put it to use much yet, It seemed like the perfect spot given it was our home before. Do you like it? I chose the color because it reminded me of you.”

Josephine pressed a hand to her chest. “It’s—it’s spectacular!” In an instant, she lifted her skirts and bounded up the steps, too excited to mind her usual grace. “I bet it’s even prettier inside!”

Lucile had intended to give a proper tour, proud to show off all the work shes put in before helping packers load things in and out of the house for months. but any such plans were abandoned the moment Josephine burst through the front door, darting from room to room like a child searching for the perfect hiding spot.

“You don’t have to see it all tonight,” Lucile called after her, amused. “It’s not going anywhere.”

Josephine paused in the parlor, breathless with delight " I know but I—" until her eyes landed on something that made her still.

A portrait, hanging on the wall.

She turned to Lucile, her voice softer now. “Oh, my goodness… it’s beautiful.” She traced the air just shy of the frame, marveling at the brushwork before stepping back and resting her head in Lucile's shoulders. “Everything is so perfect, I almost don’t know what to say. Would it not make more sense for it to be of you?.”

Lucile smiled. “ I already have one, I just think the best painting should be out for everyone to see, mine is on display upstairs. "

Josephine turned quickly dragging Lucile along, eyes bright with renewed excitement. “Then what are we waiting for? Show me our new bedrooms!”

[platypusplayhere]

finally watching the haunting of hill house and damn. I love how we get in the story, from steve the most detached and yet the one who got all the money from the other's trauma (fuck u steven). Then shirley who had to shoulder a lot of emotional strain, being the first born girl, her view of death and her rigidity in a way. I feel like anything could break her because she shoulders so much and at the same time she does not have to. like im sorry she has not felt able to put down some of her burden and share. especially when Theodora (my bestie) is a trained psychologist. I love when the bootmaker has the worst shoes or whatever the saying is. Like she IS the middle. From her on, what happened can scarcely be explained any other way than supernatural. Like Shirl's banging on the wall or the kittens, can be written off but. then Luke, oh Luke. im so sorry for what happened and still happen to you. I need this boy happy tbh. (the first scene with the hat dude was immaculate tho, the hoovering, the tension) hope we get to see more of Nell, like what did Theo see? And also the dad, he balances between not believing and making up excuses like he is in life is beautiful (1997) for his children to not be scared. And ofc what happened to the mom, she seems like a great mother. I wished she considered that Luke being Nell's twin maybe just maybe he was ✨magic✨ too but yeah. i love me some tragedy, it's not gonna end well is it

[hexados-on-a-string]

good evening i totally didnt disappear for months haha idk what ur talking about

[shapelytimber]

Gale nation I'm so sorry but one had to be last jffkdk to make it up to you all I'll give you your man being a pre worm mess and Tara is also here :D (don't spoil me ectect I'm starting moonrise let's gooo)

[COMMISSIONS]

Don't get me wrong I like him ! I like them all ! Huge nerd depressed wizard, awkward looser, what's not to love (even tho he sometimes has some of the worst takes in the world gkgk) ? But... He's too easy to romance- bro you're shacking in pain serving pathetic and about to explode of course I'm going to give you a magical item I don't care about ! And I'm not a monster so yes you can stay even tho you where shitty to your ex and about to blow up but by god stop installing this weird romantic tension istg- also I got spoiled the fact he marries you if you romance him and just no- not a fan of wedding (despite my shameful addiction to a certain french reality tvshow fbfjfk) sorry but it just takes off a lot of the fun of romance for me :( love the drama of divorce but not interested in the first step to get there fjfkf

[Astarion] - [Lae'zel] - [Wyll] - [Shadowheart] - [Karlach] - [Gale]

Sketch and more yapping below vvv

Don't ask me why this portrait ended up being a perfect mix of Jesus Christ and Harry du Bois fjkdkd I loved it too much to change it, so that's how Gale looks like in my heart now :)) also I need you to know I imagine him a bit chubby <3 because it's cute and a wizard with a six pack should be considered an offense to everything good and beautiful

[6okuto]

KENMA RELATIONSHIP HCS

gn!reader, timeskip mentions

isn't a pda guy, but will fall asleep on your shoulder/rest against you as he games, and if you play with his hair, who's he to say no?

if you change your contact name in his phone, he keeps whatever it is, even if it's super silly or cheesy. like okay call "my honeybear darling angel 😚". he says it's because he's lazy but he does find it kinda cute/amusing

you cheer for kenma at practice in like, a sort of exaggerated way, like "gooo kenma!!! yeaahh!! let's go kenma!! kenma! kenma!" and he tries really hard not to look at you—not because he's annoyed, but because he doesn't want you to notice how red his face has gotten. his teammates point it out anyway

lol his team using you as motivation. "don't you want to impress them?" and kenma's like 😒😒 but gets up from the floor

kenma teaching you how to play his favourite (co-op) video games!! he's pretty patient and explains things well, so if you don't have a lot of gaming experience, don't worry too much ^^ buttt if you're competitive, get ready to Compete. he seems like someone who doesn't take it too seriously unless you start (jokingly) shit talking him

he'll try out any games you like too, even if it isn't something he'd pick himself. he doesn't really plan to when you're describing it, but then he thinks about it, or sees a post mentioning it, and the curiosity (And Affection 4 U :3) gets him

easily notices if you've gotten quieter/tired when you're out. if you're with a group, he'll tap your shoulder and offer his own, ask if you're alright, and or make up an excuse so you can both leave. if it's just the two of you, he's quick to find a place to rest for a while

he'll never make you join if you don't want to, but fans eat up any videos or streams with you—they make edits and compilations of you walking in during streams and everything. the amount of begging for a q&a and story time of how you met is crazydsjdhsj

chat is soo annoying about it too /lh "no they're not single," "i know they're out of my league," "yes they were my first subscriber," kenma telling you not to answer them when they ask if he's clingy, etc etc

! i think it'd be cute if you guys had matching phone cases, but his fans didn't know until you showed up with the other one. and they realize Just how much he has on that's matching you—the bracelet and necklace that they catch glimpses of under his hoodie, the hoodie itself from the same line as yours... yeah.

time for "he said no pickles." unless you also don't like asking/don't care,, then you guys can just take the pickles off together <3

^ if it's a serious mistake they made with your food, kenma's a lot more compelled to approach the counter.

would teach you about stocks. if you asked

mutual info dumping and yapping... he's very aware of how much he's telling you the first couple of times, but gets more comfortable when you do it back !

^ kind of guy to do his own research afterward. he makes a semi-obscure reference/joke the day after and you're like ???? Who told you that.

kind of boyfriend who hears you go "i want him" "wait why's this character kinda..." and isn't like, that offended or put off by it. says "understandable" (or questions your taste), but knows they're a character at the end of the day

quality time kind of guy. people know you're special even if they don't know you're dating because you can convince kenma to go to events or try something new when they wouldn't expect it. (obviously it's never something crazy out of his comfort zone, and it's probably because he knows you'd feel better with someone with you, but he's going all the same!!)

kenma isn't the best with receiving words of affirmation or gifts... he appreciates it, but gets awkward and doesn't know how to react ^^; you reassure him that he doesn't have to jump for joy or be super affectionate back—he shows his love in his own ways !

his gifts are very thoughtful. he gets you something practical, and then things that you've really wanted for a while. his cards aren't filled with long letters of adoration, but they're genuine and very much kenma. (+ having money in the timeskip doesn't mean he'd ever buy something expensive or flashy just because it might be 'easier.' it means he gets to buy you way more merchandise for your favourite media, paying the shipping fees that kept you away.)

you get him a super thoughtful (and maybe expensive) gift and he Lights Up. and then he's like ? you remembered / really paid that much ? really ? and he keeps smiling when he looks at it..

kenma coming downstairs with super bad bedhead and pouting when you snicker. but then he relaxes as you comb your fingers through to fix it

tying up his hair... a little ponytail or bun...

matching pajamas... or those fluffy headbands you wear to wash your face... he looks so silly and cute

university student kenma who walks in visibly irritated, and you know you're about to shit talk his group members or professor together.

late night breakfast. sitting in the kitchen eating bowls of cereal past midnight

! late night gaming sessions... and or sometimes you fall asleep waiting for kenma to finish, then wake up to realize he fell asleep at his desk. you have to coax him into bed after saving the game for him

very nervous during the first year you're together any time there's a holiday, especially valentine's day or your anniversary. he wonders if his plans and gifts are enough, not romantic enough, too boring, if you'd rather do something exciting, even if logically he knows you'll like anything he thinks up

sometimes you guys will just lie on the floor, stare at the ceiling together, and talk. maybe there's music, a game menu screen playing in the background, or you're just listening to the birds and neighbours outside. floor time is healing all the same

bleaching kenma's hair + him helping dye yours... timeskip where chat asks if you've done your hair recently because his hands have been stained :')

it's super easy to team up with kuroo to tease him but also ! teaming up to taunt and prank kuroo !! think of kenma laughing bright and loudly, eyes squinting and arms clutching his middle !! kuroo can't be that mad because he's happy someone else can get kenma this happy too

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[blluespirit]

okay first three episodes thoughts

good

bending is cool as fuck

sozin’s actor does an amazing job at full crazy but calculated

scenery is STUNNING

monk gyatso made me cry. idk why i just saw him and wanted him to give me a hug so bad

APPA ACTUALLY LOOKS GOOD AND NOT LIKE A LITERAL MONSTER

i wasn’t sure how id feel about them showing the air nomad massacre but i think the importsnt thing is that they showed it was a massacre - and that although they can defend themselves, they don’t have the ability to fight back like an organised army would bc they’re pacifists! they attacked a peaceful group

the abandoned fire nation ship in the southern water tribe looks so fucking cool

ARTIST ZUKO???!!! LETS GOOO

Dallas does an amazing job at getting across Zuko’s intense desperation

I actually ended up loving all the Sokka and Suki interactions sm it was so cute and wholesome

Katara is perfect i will kill and die for her

Azula’s opening scene being her manipulating those people trying kill ozai ultimately leading them to getting burned alive by him and smiling - literally so fucking good. she is the best villain in history of forever

really good move having the mechanist (Sai!) and Teo be in Omashu imo. having them destroy the northern Air Temple so carelessly always pissed me off

THE FREEDOM FIGHTERS ARE LITERALLY PERFECT I AM SCREAMINGGGG

I was wondering how they were going to introduce the Mechanist and Jet in a limited amount of episodes but I like how they combined the two stories

Also Sokka absolutely nerding out in the Mechanist’s home is so important to me

Zuko getting has ass beat by that lady for fighting Aang is literally so funny and reminiscent of the goofy aang vs zuko fights we see in season 1 (to be clear: i adore zuko. this is NOT hate on him)

Zuko losing shit about his notebook and trashing his room and then outing himself as a fire bender in Omashu is so perfect. god i love him so much. it’s very season 1 zuko. it’s giving I DONT NEED ANY CALMING TEA!!!

things i was not a fan of: (some of these are a little pedantic i’ll admit)

Exposition is a little is a little janky but i’ll forgive it i guess bc at least it isn’t egregious as The Movie That Shall Not Be Named

Aang leaving just to get fresh air/clear his head and intending to come back is a silly change to me. all i keep thinking about is the storm where we got those epic Zuko and Aang parallels which now doesn’t really work and also takes away a lot of Aang’s depth. A good change adds to the story, but personally this seems to take it away

WHY would they not make Katara the one to bring him back from the avatar state? just seems like a strange choice to me? not saying this from a shipping point at all but that moment is a big step to their bond/friendship especially since they have only just met

Still don’t understand why they made the head of the village Suki’s mum. like i don’t think it’s a terrible choice but they still could have let them have a mother/daughter bond but still let Suki be the leader without any implications of nepotism. it mostly seeems silly

tl;dr - really enjoying it so far!

[agentstarkid]

THREE POINTS WHERE TWO LINES MEET ✦ DR3

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ CHECKERED FLAG: 10.6K words

✦ TRACK LIMITS: jelousy, fluff, angst, depresh sesh with Danielito.

✦ MAY'S RADIO: TA-DAAA! First fic of 2025 💪🏽 I was dying to get to thissss that I started writing it back in June, way before I even started Revenant 😅 dialogues are my nightmare but I reaaaally tried to add as much as I could so I hope you guys like this! Alsoo, first official Dan-Y/N encounter since their breakup lezzz gooo 😎

Part of The Joker & The Queen series | Set during Revenant.

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As spring unfolded its tender touch during the second week of May, the gentle breezes and soft sunlight of the Venetian landscape painted the city with a palette of warmth and tranquility. Throughout the day, the sun casted its golden rays upon the city's timeless architecture and labyrinthine canals, infusing every corner with a sense of ethereal beauty.

He could see the people around him, familiar and unfamiliar faces alike as the sun dipped slowly below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the picturesque city as anticipation hung in the air like delicate lace. Chloe and Scotty's wedding weekend was in full swing, with laughter and love weaving through every corner of the estate.

As Daniel stepped into the elegant hall of the hotel where the rehearsals were being held, his heart fluttered with a mix of nerves and anticipation. He knew she was part of Chloe’s bridesmaid entourage—the bride made it known to him every chance she had these past months, as a way to prepare him for that moment? To warn him to behave? All of the above? Who knew; he certainly did not.

It had been so long since he last saw her, and now, with the wedding rehearsals underway, he couldn't shake the feeling of excitement tinged with uncertainty. He scanned the gathering group, hoping to catch a glimpse of her familiar figure among the throng of guests, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Let's start!” came the voice of the wedding coordinator, breaking through Daniel's thoughts. He shifted nervously, his eyes darting around in search of her, but she remained elusive. “Are we, um, all here?” Daniel asked, his voice betraying a hint of disappointment.

Chloe, having been close enough to hear it, exchanged a knowing glance with Daniel before replying, “Yes, Dan. We're all here.” Her words held a deeper meaning that only he seemed to grasp, and he fell silent, his mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions as she left to take her place at the back of the forming line of bridesmaids and groomsmen where Lance was already waiting for her.

As the rehearsal unfolded, Daniel couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment mingled with a glimmer of hope. She was nowhere to be seen in that room, but there was one groomsman without a partner. Despite the festive atmosphere surrounding him, and as he watched the bridal party practice their steps, his thoughts drifted to her, wondering where she could be now. Daniel couldn't shake the sense of longing that lingered in his heart, a silent ache for the one who was conspicuously absent from the proceedings.

The evening progressed with lots of laughter caused by shared shenanigans—with him being one of the main perpetrators—and tears of sweet affection. He willed his head—and his heart—to shake off all the worries surrounding the mysterious absence of a certain Latina singer. It wasn’t right, he told himself. They were not together; in fact, he was in a happy relationship with a sweet and beautiful girl who helped him go through his calamitous last year as a driver for the team in Wokings. Someone who was waiting for him in their hotel room unaware that his thoughts were riddled with eyes like a kaleidoscope, ever-changing and full of wonder, and an adventurous and kind personality to complement them.

In the hours leading up to the wedding, Daniel found himself surrounded by the groom and his band of groomsmen, their laughter echoing through the luxurious suite where they had gathered. Scotty, the groom-to-be, was the center of attention, his nerves masked by an infectious grin as he basked in the camaraderie of his closest friends.

Amidst the banter and jests about Scotty's impending journey into married life, Daniel couldn't shake the lingering thoughts of her that plagued his mind. As he joined in the laughter and good-natured ribbing, a part of him remained lost in a world of uncertainty, wondering if she would make it to the wedding, if she would grace the occasion with her presence.

As Daniel and Scotty shared a moment away from the hustle and bustle of wedding preparations, Daniel couldn't resist the urge to broach the subject that had been weighing on his mind. With a casual tone masking the underlying curiosity, Daniel sidled up to Scotty, hoping to glean some insight into her absence.

“Hey, man,” Daniel began, trying to keep his voice light as he casually leaned against the nearby railing. “Uh, I noticed Y/N wasn't at the rehearsals earlier. Everything okay with her?”

Scotty glanced at Daniel, a knowing glint in his eye as he caught onto the true reason behind Daniel's inquiry. With a small smirk, he leaned in closer, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Ah, mate, don't worry about her,” Scotty replied, his tone filled with amusement. “She's still Chloe's bridesmaid. She just had some schedule issues, couldn't make it to the rehearsals.”

Daniel's eyebrows lifted in surprise, relief washing over him at the explanation. “Really? That’s it?”

Scotty chuckled, nodding in confirmation. “Yep, that's it. But you know Chloe, she's always got everything under control. When Sparky apologized profusely to her, telling her she had to decline the role, she refused to not have her by her side. So she told her that she shouldn’t worry, she knows that she’s capable of walking in a straight line.”

Daniel couldn't help but laugh at the image of the blonde heiress' straightforward response, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders at the reassurance that there was nothing amiss. With a grateful smile, Daniel thanked Scotty for clearing up the mystery, the tension that had been lingering in his mind dissipating into the warm evening air.

As they rejoined the festivities, a sense of ease settled over him, surprising him. He convinced himself that it didn’t mean anything else but an innocent curiosity. But deep down, he couldn't help but look forward to the possibility of seeing her once more.

As he made his way to the canals where the wooden runabouts awaited to ferry the wedding party to the venue, a flurry of emotions churned within him. The anticipation of the impending ceremony mingled with a sense of apprehension as thoughts of Y/N lingered at the forefront of his mind. He glanced around, the bustling activity of the waterfront doing little to distract him from the turmoil within. He knew he was only moments away from seeing her again.

Thump, thump, thump, his heart quickened its pace in a tumultuous symphony.

Despite his attempts to maintain a composed exterior, subtle signs of his inner turmoil began to betray his true feelings. His fingers fidgeted nervously with the buttons on his camera, betraying the restless energy that coursed through him. It was just the jitters and anticipation in the air, he tried to convince himself.

Despite the thrumming excitement that pulsed through his veins, a subtle undercurrent of anxiety gnawed at his insides. What would she say? How would she react to seeing him after so long? Would she even greet him or just completely ignore his presence? Even though he once was able to read her perfectly, people can change a lot in a year—he was the perfect image for that statement. And he knows his words and actions in the past had hurt her deeply. And if she decided he was not worthy of a tiny bit of her attention, he’d understand. His heart would have to learn to, too.

The wooden runabout cut through the tranquil waters of the Venetian canals, its sleek form gliding effortlessly beneath the warm Mediterranean sun. Daniel sat among the groomsmen, the camaraderie of the group, the laughter and banter, provided a welcome distraction from the nervous anticipation that pulsed through him.

As the boat rounded a bend in the canal, the wedding venue came into view, its elegant façade bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. A surge of adrenaline coursed through Daniel's veins as they drew nearer, the realization that the moment he had been waiting for was finally at hand.

With each passing moment, the anticipation grew, the air crackling with energy as they approached the dock. As the runabout slowed to a stop, Daniel's heart raced with excitement, his gaze fixed on the venue ahead. Just a few more minutes.

As he scanned the crowd, he could see guests lined the pier, from the bride and groom's families to friends, all gathered to celebrate the love and union of Scotty and Chloe. 

Then, amidst the gentle lapping of the water against the wooden dock, another sleek runabout emerged on the horizon. Its silhouette glided gracefully through the shimmering waters, its occupants a vision of elegance and grace. Daniel's breath caught in his throat as he watched the bridesmaid runabout draw nearer, his pulse quickening with each passing moment.

And then, as the runabout neared the dock and came into full view, Daniel's gaze locked onto her. She stood at the bow of the boat, her figure illuminated by the soft afternoon light, a vision of beauty that took his breath away. Her long, flowing taupe dress cascaded elegantly down her back, the neckline dipped modestly drawing the eye to the décolletage while hinting at a subtle allure that captivated him instantly.

As she stepped onto the dock, her eyes met his, a fleeting moment of connection that sent a surge of electricity coursing through him. In that instant, everything else faded away—the bustling crowd, the scenic backdrop of Venice—and all that mattered was the magnetic pull between them, drawing them inexorably closer with each passing heartbeat.

Daniel felt a rush of emotions wash over him as he drank in the sight of her, her presence stirring something deep within his soul. Despite the passing time and the distance that had separated them, the connection between them remained palpable, a silent reminder of the bond they shared.

The breeze gently tousled her hair, framing her face with an ethereal glow. As she approached with the rest of the bridesmaids, for a fleeting moment, he dared to hope that she was coming to speak to him, that they would have a chance to exchange words amidst the bustling crowd.

As she drew closer, Daniel's pulse quickened with anticipation, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of longing and apprehension. He could feel the weight of their shared history hanging in the air, the memories of their past flooding his mind with a bittersweet intensity.

But as she reached him, her gaze met his once more with a polite smile and a tiny nod of her head in acknowledgment. Daniel's heart sank with disappointment as he realized that she was simply acknowledging his presence, nothing more. There was no lingering glance, no hint of the connection that once bound them together.

With a heavy heart, he watched as she walked past him, he could see her greeting her partner with a bright smile and a cheerful hello, arm in arm as they made their way to their designated places.

And yet, despite the ache of longing that lingered within him, Daniel couldn't help but admire the grace and poise with which she carried herself. She was a vision of elegance and beauty, her presence commanding attention even as she moved past him with quiet determination.

Once the wedding ceremony commenced, Daniel found himself swept up in a whirlwind of emotions, his eyes fixated on the breathtaking scene unfolding before him. The Italian vineyard-turned-venue was adorned with a constellation of white floral arrangements and greenery, creating an atmosphere of romance and enchantment that seemed to permeate the air.

His attention was drawn to the front of the venue as the bridal procession began, and his heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of Y/N walking down the aisle with one of the groomsmen by her side. She was radiant, her beauty illuminated by the natural light bathing the place. 

Once they reached the end of the aisle, everyone took a seat at the front. He was seated on the third row, giving him the perfect view of the Latin artist who was sitting on the second row at his right. As the ceremony progressed, the vows were exchanged and the couple pledged their love to one another, while Daniel found himself lost in a sea of conflicting emotions. Despite his best efforts to focus on the proceedings unfolding before him, his attention was drawn inexorably to her, his eyes tracing her every movement with an intensity he couldn't quite explain. He knew he was being selfish and stupid, he knew his girlfriend was right behind him, but his brain was too in sync with his heart at the moment to care.

She didn’t look at him once.

His heart longed for just one glance, one opportunity to feel her gaze on him, but her eyes stayed glued to the couple. Teary-eyed and soft, and her smile… 

My God, her smile.  

Her smile had a way of lighting up her entire face. There was something infectious about the way her lips curved upwards, something that made it impossible not to smile in return.

At one point during the ceremony, Daniel glanced over his shoulder to see Blake watching him from the back row, sitting next to the Austrian-Portuguese actress, a knowing and disapproving look in his eyes. Daniel's heart skipped a beat as he realized that Blake had noticed his behavior, his thoughts laid bare for all to see. 

It was clear to Blake that his friend's feelings for Y/N ran deep, despite the passage of time and the heartache that had ensued. As he sat next to Heidi, Daniel's current girlfriend, Blake couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the girl. He could see the way her eyes flickered with uncertainty as she observed Daniel's glances directed at Y/N, a silent witness to the undeniable affection that still lingered.

Despite his loyalty to his friend, Blake couldn't ignore the underlying sense of guilt that gnawed at him. He knew that Heidi deserved better than to be caught in the crossfire of Daniel's unresolved feelings for Y/N. And as he watched the scene unfold before him, Blake couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow for all those involved.

After the newlyweds sealed their union with a tender kiss and walked down the aisle to the cheers and applause from those in attendance, he made his way to the pier accompanied by Blake and Heidi, a pang of guilt tugged at his heart as he observed their easy camaraderie, the warmth of their interaction highlighting the contrast to the unsettled feelings brewing within him. Even as he engaged in small talk, his heart wasn’t in it.

As they boarded the wooden runabout, Daniel's conflicting emotions threatened to consume him. On one hand, there was the comfort and easiness of his relationship with Heidi, the stability she offered amidst the chaos of his fast-paced life. Yet, on the other hand, there was the lingering memory of Y/N, her presence haunting him like a ghost from the past. Deep down, he couldn't shake the gnawing sense of longing that tugged at his heart, a silent plea for resolution amidst the tempestuous sea of emotions that threatened to engulf him.

He would approach her at the party and he’d ask her how she's been, he decided. Another wave of thoughts crashed into his head. Did she come alone? If she didn’t, did she come with a friend or a date? Sure, he knows about her new relationship. Richard? Rafael? Raúl? Whatever his name was, she looked happy.

As the yacht filled with the star-studded guest list, Chloe & Scotty’s Italian Market Fiesta basked in the last rays of the setting sun. Daniel, now in an emerald-colored suit with a floral shirt underneath, boarded the luxurious vessel with Heidi’s hand clasped in his. After being throughoutly lectured by Blake, which included a very serious “you need to get a grip, mate”, he willed himself to enjoy the party and focus on his girlfriend, who by the way looked stunning in a long dark blue dress with a straight-across neckline.

But, as if being mocked by fate, she appeared. Daniel's breath caught in his throat as he watched Y/N make her way onto the deck, her figure bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. Apparently, he wasn’t alone in his idea of a quick outfit change. If she looked breathtakingly beautiful before, she looked intoxicatingly divine with her majestic blue, backless halter dress clinging to her curves in all the right places.

But Daniel's heart sank as he realized that she wasn't alone. Beside her stood another figure, tall and imposing, his presence commanding attention even from a distance. Though Daniel couldn't see his face clearly, there was something about the way the brown-haired man carried himself that spoke of strength and confidence.

As Y/N and her companion made their way inside the yacht, Daniel couldn't tear his gaze away. He felt a pang of jealousy gnaw at him. And yet, despite the ache in his heart, he couldn't help but admire the way she looked, the way she moved or the way she seemed to light up when the brunette whispered in her ear.

Despite his best efforts to push down the rising tide of jealousy and longing, Daniel couldn't help but feel a pang of regret with each stolen glance at the pair. He watched as they danced together, shared kisses and what struck him harder was the way she looked at him. He’s seen that look in her eyes before—Hell, he was the reflection on those bright eyes once. 

“Hey, isn't that Rúben Dias over there?” Heidi wondered aloud, making their little group turn and glance in the direction of the singer and her companion, “He’s a Portuguese footballer, he plays on the national team.” she explained once she saw one of their friends’ questioning gaze.

“Oh yeah, that's him! He's a beast on the field, one of the best defenders out there.” added excitedly Sean, Scotty’s younger brother. 

“Yeah, he's been killing it for Manchester City lately. Solid player. Considered one of the best defenders in the world, actually.” one of the group chimed in.

“Y/N seems like she has a thing for #3 athletes, doesn't she?” Another one jested making the group chuckle as they eyed Daniel waiting for his reaction, but he could only offer them a fake smile.

“Hey, can't blame her! I’ve met Rúben before, he is a class act on and off the field.” his girlfriend spoke up in their defense.

As Blake observed Daniel's reserved demeanor amidst the lively chatter of their friends, a pang of empathy tugged at his heart. He could sense the maelstrom brewing beneath the surface of Daniel's quiet façade, the storm of emotions raging within him as he listened to their friends discuss Y/N and her new boyfriend.

Despite Daniel's best efforts to conceal his feelings, Blake could see the turmoil etched into the lines of his friend's face—the subtle tensing of his jaw, the distant look in his eyes. It was instantly clear to Blake that Daniel was grappling with a whirlwind of emotions, torn between his lingering feelings for Y/N and the painful reality of her newfound happiness with someone else.

 “Seriously, she has good taste.”  declared one of their mates’ girlfriends.

Daniel listened intently as his friends continued to sing Rúben's praises, absorbing every detail about the man who had captured Y/N's attention.

The long-haired blonde turned to him suddenly, “Daniel, have you met him before?”

His eyes widened a little, clearly caught off guard “No, uh—” he cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the lump that had suddenly found its way there. “I haven't had the pleasure.”

“Well, he seems like a great guy. She looks really happy with him.” Blake, ever the diplomat, tried to end the topic for his friends’ sakes.

“Yeah, she does. They make a cute couple.”

“Definitely. You can tell there's something special between them.”

And they kept going. Some people just couldn’t grasp subtle cues it seems.

“And did you see the way she looks at him? It's like she's looking at her whole world.”

He needed to remove himself from this conversation, and he needed to do it fast. It won't be long until he could not fake the unbothered façade anymore.

He leaned toward Heidi to tell her he was heading to grab a drink. For a moment, she just stared at him, her eyes searching his face like she could see the turmoil he was trying so hard to hide. He worried she actually could. Something flickered in her expression—hesitation, or maybe quiet understanding—but it was gone as quickly as it came. She offered him a small smile and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips, whispering a small okay. So he excused himself to the group and made his way to the open bar.

Daniel stood near the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was more for appearances than comfort. He couldn’t seem to focus on the conversations swirling around him, his gaze consistently drifting toward the far side of the room. There she was—Y/N L/N, his Chip, though she hadn’t been his for over a year. She glided across the room with the same effortless grace she always had, only now her hand was looped securely through the arm of Rúben Dias.

He clenched his jaw as he watched them laugh together, her eyes sparkling in the soft light. It wasn’t fair. How could she still have this effect on him? Worse, how could she look so at ease, so radiant, when his chest felt like it was being crushed by the weight of her absence?

“Bro, what the hell are you doing?” Blake’s voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. Daniel turned to find his best friend giving him a pointed look.

“What d’you mean?” Daniel replied, feigning ignorance as he took a sip of his drink.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Blake shot back, crossing his arms. “You’ve been staring at her all night. Do you think Heidi hasn’t noticed? Because she has.”

Daniel winced, glancing over to where Heidi was engaged in conversation with their group of friends. She hadn’t said anything, but he knew Blake was right. He wasn’t exactly being subtle.

Blake stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Look, I get it, man. Seeing her with someone else—it’s brutal. And I told you this already, but you need to pull yourself together. Either go talk to her or let it go, because this… whatever this is—it’s not fair to anyone, least of all yourself.”

Daniel ran a hand through his hair, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “What am I supposed to say to her, man? ‘Sorry I broke your heart, but I’m still not over you’? That I hate seeing her with him even though she deserves to be happy? What good would that do?”

Blake sighed, his expression softening. “I’m not saying it’s easy. But sitting here stewing in your jealousy isn’t helping either. If you want to move on, you have to face her. Otherwise, you’ll just keep torturing yourself—and dragging everyone else down with you.”

But what if he didn’t want to move on from her?

Daniel looked back across the room, his heart twisting as Y/N leaned into Rúben’s side, her smile wide and genuine. Blake was right, of course. He always was. But knowing what to do and having the courage to do it were two very different things.

For now, all Daniel could do was watch and wonder if he’d ever get the chance to tell her the truth—that losing her was the biggest mistake of his life.

Daniel exhaled shakily, his grip tightening on his glass. Blake had walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts, but the pep talk only added fuel to the fire of emotions raging within him. He knew he didn’t deserve Y/N’s forgiveness, much less a sliver of her attention, not after everything he’d done. But seeing her here, in person, for the first time in over a year—alive and glowing in a way that made his heart ache—was undoing him.

He thought he’d buried these feelings, shoved them deep down where they couldn’t hurt him anymore. But now they were surging back like a tidal wave, crashing into him with a force that left him feeling dizzy and as though a boulder was sitting on his chest. Every laugh she shared with Rúben, every gentle touch between them, felt like another twist of the knife.

She hadn’t so much as glanced at him all night, her gaze firmly fixed on the footballer, as though he were the center of her universe. And maybe he was now. The way she looked at the Portuguese man—it was devastating. It wasn’t just admiration; it was awe, reverence, the kind she reserved for things that truly moved her.

Daniel had seen that look before—back when she’d gazed at him with the same adoration, back when she believed in him, in them. Now, it was directed at someone else, and it felt like losing her all over again. He thought about how she used to light up when talking about her favorite museum pieces, those marble statues she loved so much. She’d tell him their stories with wide eyes, her voice animated with wonder, like they were alive to her. That was how she looked at Rúben now.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He was angry at himself. Angry that he’d let her slip through his fingers. Angry that he hadn’t been the man she needed when it mattered most.

But he was trying.

Since that disastrous day in Bahrain when everything fell apart, Daniel had been putting in the work. Therapy sessions every week, cutting ties with the people who only dragged him down, facing parts of himself he’d been too scared to confront before. He didn’t do it for anyone else. No, deep down, he knew the truth. He was doing it for her.

He never admitted it out loud, not even to Blake. The idea was locked away deep inside him, buried under layers of denial and self-preservation. But it was there, a quiet, stubborn hope he carried in his heart. He wanted to be worthy of her—for real this time. Maybe, just maybe, if he could get himself together, he could be the man she deserved.

His reasons were fucked up, he was aware of it. He was being a right asshole to Heidi and she didn’t deserve it. But as much as he tried—and God knows he did—he couldn’t, wouldn’t, imagine a lifetime with her, not the way he did a relationship ago. Heidi deserved more, so much more than he could ever give her. She deserved something extraordinary, something life-changing, and all he had to offer was something half-hearted and incomplete.

She deserved more than being a placeholder for someone he could never forget. He hated himself for it, for dragging her into this mess and making her believe there could be more when deep down, he knew there wasn’t.

And Y/N… God, Y/N. She deserved the world, and he’d failed her in every way that mattered. She deserves someone who could keep their promises, someone who wouldn’t falter when things got hard. Someone who could meet her where she was, with all her brilliance and light, and not let her down. He hadn’t been that person—not then, and not now.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever be. But the persistent, selfish part of him, refused to give up. For her, he’d keep trying. He’d work on himself to the end of time if it meant even the slightest chance of being worthy of her one day.

He knew it might never be enough. She might never look at him again the way she once did. But if there was even the smallest chance, he would take it. Because she was the one thing in his life that had ever truly made sense, and if there was one thing he could promise himself, it was that he would never stop trying to be the man she deserved—even if it took him forever.

His mind drifted to the thought about the promises he’d made to her, the dreams they’d shared. The ring he’d once hinted at, the home they’d talked about, the life they’d planned together. Cradles, forever, love. He’d imagined it all with her. And then he’d ruined it.

Daniel’s chest tightened at the memory of her tears that day in Bahrain, the anguish in her voice as she asked him why she wasn’t enough. He’d replayed it a thousand times, haunted by the knowledge that he was the one who’d broken her.

He hadn’t seen her since—until now. And seeing her again, radiant and happy in the arms of another man, made him realize just how much he still loved her.

But what could he do? What right did he have to interfere in her happiness? She deserves someone who could give her everything she wanted, someone who wouldn’t let her down.

And yet, the thought of her looking at Rúben the way she used to look at him—like he was her world—was unbearable.

On the other side of the room, the sound of Y/N’s laughter floated above the hum of conversations and the soft clinking of glasses. Seated beside Rúben, she looked every bit the picture of ease and joy, her eyes alight as she listened to him recount a story from Man City’s dressing room.

“It was Jack, of course,” Rúben said, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned slightly closer to her. “Who else would grab the wrong tub of protein powder and not realize it until it was all over his hair?”

“No,” she gasped, her laugh spilling out before she could even stop herself with her hand lightly touching his arm as she wiped at the corner of her eye. “Please tell me someone got it on video.”

“They did,” Rúben said with a nod, his own chuckle rumbling low and warm. “But Jack’s sworn revenge on anyone who tries to leak it, so for now, it’s staying in the group chat.”

She shook her head, the laughter still bubbling in her chest. “I’m actually curious to hear what his payback will be.”

The two shared a grin, completely engrossed in the lighthearted conversation. Y/N’s cheeks were flushed from laughter, her posture relaxed in a way that suggested she was finally letting herself enjoy the evening.

Just as she reached for her glass of wine, a woman in a sleek black dress approached the table, her presence calm but purposeful. “Excuse me, Miss Y/N?” the woman said politely.

The Latina artist turned to her with an easy smile, the warmth of the moment still lingering on her face. “Yes?”

“The bride and groom are about to begin their first dance,” the woman said, clearly part of the wedding staff, her tone soft but clear. “Mrs. James asked me to let you know it’s time.”

For a moment, her breath hitched, the weight of the request settling over her. A month ago, Chloe had asked her to sing during their first dance—a deeply personal and intimate request that she had accepted after much persuasion from the Canadian heiress. She didn’t think she was worthy of that honor but when Chloe set her mind onto something, she always gets what she wants. So she'd spent hours preparing, carefully choosing the song and rehearsing until every note felt perfect. But now, with the moment upon her, nerves pricked at the edges of her confidence.

Her eyes darted across the room instinctively, landing for just a second on a curly-haired man. Daniel was leaning against the bar, drink in hand, his profile sharp under the dim light. She caught the faintest hint of a furrow between his brows, a trace of something unreadable in his expression. For a fleeting second, she wondered if he knew she was about to perform—if he’d even care. But she quickly dismissed the silly thought, quickly pulling her gaze away before their eyes could meet.

She glanced at Rúben, her nerves briefly flickering across her face. He noticed immediately, leaning in closer with a small, reassuring smile that sent a wave of warmth through her. “Hey,” he said softly, tilting his head to catch her gaze. “You’ll be amazing, anjo” he said simply, his voice steady and calm.

The sincerity in his tone steadied her, and she gave him a grateful smile before leaning in to kiss him. His hand, which had rested lightly on her face earlier, moved to the back of her head, his fingers tangling gently in her hair as he let out a soft sigh. Before she broke the kiss, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth, teasingly soft but enough to draw a low sound from his throat that sent a shiver through her.

When she pulled back, his gaze was dark with warmth, a look that said he couldn’t get enough of her. He chuckled lowly, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. “You are trouble,” he whispered, his voice laced with affection and something else that excited her.

A cheeky smile tugged at her lips as she kissed his thumb lightly. “Go,” he said, his grin widening as he motioned toward the piano on the side of the dance floor. “You’ve got this.”

“Thank you,” she said, her voice quiet but full of meaning, before standing, smoothing the fabric of her dress and turning to head toward the dance floor, her nerves replaced with a gentle hum of excitement.

Her heart thudded in her chest, but there was a warmth that spread through her, all thanks to his words and that quiet, lingering kiss. 

She reached the piano placed on a corner where Chloe and Scotty were already standing, smiling up at her. Chloe’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and Scotty’s grin was wide and proud. The married couple greeted her warmly, their smiles wide with appreciation. They spoke to her for a moment, sharing how much it meant to them that she was there, their words full of gratitude. She could see how happy they were, how much they truly loved each other, and it made her heart swell.

She quickly hugged them both and before she made her way toward the piano, Chloe gave her hand a light squeeze and a smile. Oh, she could feel the tears on her water line. ¡Ay, no! she was getting emotional and she hasn’t even sung yet. She gave her best friend a warm smile and her hand a squeeze back before she took her place in front of the black and white keys.

The room grew a little quieter as the master of ceremony’s voice filled the air, announcing the couple’s first dance. The lights above the dance floor softened, dimming the atmosphere just enough to create a magical glow, drawing everyone’s attention to the center.

With a steadying breath, her fingers gently brushed the first notes of the song. The melody started slow and soft, cascading through the room like a gentle wave, its rhythm weaving seamlessly with the heartfelt atmosphere surrounding her.

The song began to fill the space, and the newlyweds took their place on the dance floor, their eyes locked in a moment of pure joy as they held each other close. 

As her voice joined the piano’s melody, the room seemed to hold its breath, captivated by the raw beauty of her performance. The happy couple moved in sync to the music, their steps gentle and unhurried, their smiles radiant as they swayed together under the soft glow of the lights.

She had written this song once upon a time with someone else in mind—a love that had been everything to her until it wasn’t.

The memories tugged at her heart as she sang, but she didn’t let them overwhelm her. Tonight wasn’t about the past. It was about Chloe and Scotty, about celebrating their love and giving them something beautiful to hold onto forever. Still, the meaning behind the lyrics—so raw, so honest—flowed through her as if they had been written for this exact moment.

The bride and groom danced gracefully in the soft glow of the lights, completely lost in each other. Chloe rested her head on her husband's shoulder, her eyes closed as if savoring every word and every note. The Aussie held her close, his hand gently stroking her back in time with the rhythm, his smile soft but radiant.

Y/N’s gaze flickered over the scene, and a bittersweet ache settled in her chest. This song had meant something entirely different when she wrote it, but now, seeing it through a new lens, it felt reborn. It was no longer a relic of what she’d lost but a gift of love she could give to two people who truly deserved it.

How long will I love you?

As long as stars are above you

And longer if I can

Her voice carried the weight of the lyrics, a vulnerability woven into every word.

Her eyes betrayed her resolve as they scanned the crowd, searching for something—someone. And then she found him. Daniel’s brown eyes were fixed firmly on her, his face unreadable except for the unmistakable depth of emotion etched into his features. He looked like a man in agony. Like a man who had just realized that every note, every lyric, was meant for him.

How long will I need you?

As long as the seasons need to

follow their plan

When their eyes met, she swore she saw him exhale deeply, his shoulders sagging just slightly as if a long-held breath had finally escaped. The intensity in his gaze burned into her, and for a fleeting second, the room seemed to dissolve around them. But the moment was too raw, too overwhelming. She quickly broke the eye contact, her throat tightening as she focused back on the married couple swaying on the dance floor.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her emotions threatening to spill over as she fought to keep her composure. A few tears slipped down her cheeks, and she desperately tried to stabilize her breathing, silently praying no one noticed. If they did, she hoped they’d assume her tears were for Chloe and Scotty—a friend overcome with joy for the couple. But she knew better. The bittersweet melancholy spreading through her veins wasn’t for them.

For a moment, as her fingers danced over the keys, her mind betrayed her completely. She allowed herself to imagine this moment as hers. She saw herself as the bride, the glow of love and devotion surrounding her. But when her mind filled in the groom’s face, it wasn’t Rúben who smiled back at her. It was Daniel. Those deep brown eyes, a smile so wide it revealed his dimples, the well-trimmed beard framing his face, and that unmistakable roman nose. The vision was so vivid that it nearly stopped her hands mid-song.

How long will I be with you?

As long as the sea is bound to 

wash upon the sand

A wave of guilt crashed over her, snapping her back to reality. She cast a glance toward her table, where Rúben sat watching her with a soft smile. When their eyes met, he mouthed a quiet “I love you,” his expression so genuine it made her chest ache. The guilt spread like wildfire, consuming her. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve a partner whose heart faltered at the sight of someone else.

The piano’s final notes lingered in the air as her voice softened into a delicate whisper for the last line:

"How long will I love you? As long as stars are above you, and longer if I may."

The soft notes of a new melody began to drift through the room. When the singer had sent a selection of songs—some released, others still unreleased—to the couple, Chloe had secretly asked her if she could add a little bit of the song to the first one, as a surprise to her fiancé. In the end, she created a mash-up, blending two of her most personal pieces into one seamless arrangement. The couple had loved it instantly, but not before hesitating and gently asking if she was absolutely sure about sharing these songs. They knew their significance, understood who they were meant for. Both songs were deeply personal, ones she had kept tucked away, hidden from the world and guarded within her heart.

'Cause I walked down the aisle

When I first walked up to you

When you asked me out

That's when I said, I do

The preacher will say we're starting a new life

But I took your hand when you first held mine

'Cause it's always been you

And I've always been your wife.

As the final notes of the song faded, she let her hands linger on the keys for a moment, the applause erupting around her almost feeling distant. She rose from the piano bench slowly, her cheeks wet and her heart heavy. Offering a small smile to the bride and the groom, who turned to her with tears in their eyes. Chloe mouthed a heartfelt “Thank you,” while Scotty gave her an appreciative nod and a wink, his arm never leaving his wife’s waist. 

She moved back to her seat beside Rúben, his warm hand immediately finding hers. He gave her a gentle squeeze, his smile unshaken, his love unwavering. He pulled her into a gentle embrace. “You were amazing,” he murmured against her temple, his voice low and filled with genuine admiration. 

She leaned into his touch, her stomach twisting as the weight of her emotions bore down on her. Tonight wasn’t the time for self-reflection, nor for the ghosts of her past to take hold. But as much as she tried, she couldn’t shake the image of brown eyes staring back at her, seeing everything she’d tried so hard to hide.

Daniel didn’t notice the room or the people around him anymore. The moment the first notes of the song began to play, something shifted in him. His chest felt tight, a knot forming in his throat as Y/N’s voice softened, her words taking on a hauntingly familiar tone. He knew this song—no, not because he’d heard it before, but because it was his. It was them.

He swallowed hard, his gaze locking on her as her fingers glided over the piano keys, her voice laced with raw emotion. Every lyric carried a memory, a feeling, a truth that only they shared. He wasn’t sure if anyone else could tell, but he could. He knew.

It hit him all at once: Perth. The ranch. The quiet, unpolluted nights during quarantine when the world outside seemed to stop, and it was just the two of them. A memory unfolded in his mind, vivid and unshakable.

They had been lying on a blanket she insisted they take outside, the cool grass underneath and the vast, star-filled sky above. The ranch had never felt so peaceful. It was early in their relationship, just a few months in, and everything still felt new and exciting, but there was a comfort in being with her that made him feel like he’d known her for years.

“Isn’t it incredible?” she’d whispered, her voice barely louder than the rustle of the breeze. “You don’t get skies like this everywhere. The stars feel... closer here.”

He turned his head to look at her, her features softly illuminated by the moonlight. “Yeah,” he murmured, but he wasn’t looking at the stars.

She laughed softly, catching him staring. “You’re supposed to be looking up, Ricciardo, not at me.”

“I am looking at the stars,” he teased, earning a playful nudge to his side.

For a while, they lay in comfortable silence, the kind that only existed between people who didn’t need to fill the quiet with words. But then she spoke again, her voice thoughtful.

“Do you ever think about how long things last? Like... how long the stars have been here, and how they’ll probably still be here long after we’re gone.”

“Deep thoughts for a Tuesday night,” he joked, but his smile softened when he saw the wistful look in her eyes.

“I just mean... it’s kind of comforting, don’t you think? Knowing something can last that long? Like, how long will I love you?” she asked, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

Her words unexpectedly tugged at something in his chest. This was the first time those three words were being said. He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face as he answered softly, “As long as the stars are above you.”

Her eyes met his, glimmering with something he couldn’t quite place but knew he’d never forget. “And longer if I may,” she finished, her voice barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions. A soft smile tugged at her lips, but her eyes told a different story—wide and vulnerable, like she had just handed him her heart and was bracing for what he would do with it.

Daniel's breath hitched, the words hanging in the air between them like a fragile thread. He felt his chest tighten, his pulse quicken, as if the entire world had narrowed down to this single moment under the stars.

Her lips parted as though she might say more, but she didn’t. Instead, the silence stretched, charged and electric, like the split-second before a thunderstorm breaks.

And then, slowly, almost shyly, she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. The contact was soft but grounding, anchoring him to the earth while his mind reeled.

He let out a shaky breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his arm instinctively wrapping around her to pull her closer. The words echoed in his head—I may love you longer than the stars. He didn’t say them aloud, but he didn’t need to. The way he pressed his lips to her hair, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary, said it all.

It was the first time she’d told him she loved him, and it wasn’t in those exact words, but Daniel knew it all the same. The stars above bore witness, and he swore he’d never forget the way his heart felt like it was bursting in that moment—full, terrified, and absolutely certain.

The memory faded, but the ache it left behind remained. Daniel blinked, his gaze fixed on her as she sang. Those words, her words, were woven into the song she was performing now. He felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. 

She’d written these songs for him, about him. And now, she was sharing them with a room full of people. But as her eyes briefly met his, before darting away, he knew she wasn’t singing for them. She was singing for the man she used to believe in, the man he used to be, the man she loved.

He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white. He didn’t deserve to feel the things he was feeling—not the longing, not the regret, not the faint glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she still remembered too. But it didn’t stop him from feeling them anyway.

The soft hum of the party lingered in the background—the murmur of conversations, laughter, and the loud music blending with the faint lapping of water against the yacht. Daniel stood at the edge of the deck, his eyes scanning the scene until they landed on her. Y/N was leaning against the railing, a glass of champagne loosely held in her hand, her gaze lost in the moonlit waves. She looked ethereal, like she belonged to the stars above rather than the world below.

He hesitated, nerves buzzing in his chest. But something pulled him forward—a force stronger than his doubts or the fear of rejection. He couldn’t let the night end without saying something.

“Hey,” he called out softly, his voice cutting through the quiet between them.

She turned her head, startled, her brows lifting in surprise before her expression softened into something unreadable. “Hi.”

He stepped closer, careful not to invade her space, but close enough that her perfume—a familiar scent that made his chest tighten—wafted toward him. “You were incredible tonight,” he said, his tone genuine. “Your performance… It was—” He paused, searching for the right word. “Beautiful.”

Her lips curved into a polite smile, but her eyes didn’t quite meet his. “Thank you.”

Daniel’s hand gripped the railing beside him as he leaned slightly forward, lowering his voice. “Those songs...I-I understood.”

That got her attention. Her head snapped toward him, her eyes wide for a split second before narrowing slightly, guarded. Then, to his surprise, she let out a soft, defeated laugh, shaking her head as she looked away.

“I figured you would,” she said quietly, her voice steady but tinged with a faint melancholy. “You always did pay attention to the details, even when I thought you weren’t.”

He let out a soft chuckle, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Guess I still remember a thing or two.”

That earned him a glance—a fleeting one—but her lips tugged into a faint smile. “Well, they were for Chloe and Scotty tonight. That’s what matters.”

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “They were beautiful. Your voice, the lyrics—it’s all... breathtaking.”

“Thank you,” she said sincerely, finally turning to face him. The soft glow of the party lights danced in her eyes, but there was a guardedness there, a layer of glass between them he knew he had placed.

They stood in silence for a beat, the sound of music and laughter in the distance filling the gap.

“I’m glad you’re doing well,” he said eventually, his tone warm, genuine. “You deserve it. All of it.”

Y/N inhaled deeply, her gaze dropping for a moment before she lifted it back to his. “I could say the same to you,” she replied, her voice softer now. “It’s... nice to see you in a good place.”

Daniel offered a small smile. “Took some time. Still working on it, you know?”

She nodded. “Aren’t we all?” A moment later she continued, her voice softer now, “We’re not who we used to be.”

Daniel wanted to let her know that he had changed but the words stayed trapped in his throat. Instead, he stayed silent, letting her have the last word.

Finally, she straightened, offering him a more relaxed smile.

“I should get back to the party,” she said, tilting her head toward the music before adding with a faint, almost playful smile, “Y’know, find Rúben before he thinks I fell overboard or something.”

Daniel let out a quiet chuckle, though the mention of her boyfriend stung more than he cared to admit. “Wouldn’t want that. He seems like a good guy.”

“He is,” she said, her tone soft but firm, and for a moment, her smile faltered. “He really is.”

The way her voice carried both affection and something unspoken made Daniel’s chest tighten. He nodded, forcing himself to keep his expression neutral. “Then you better not keep him waiting.”

“I won’t,” she said, her gaze lingering on him for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. “It was... good to see you, Daniel.”

“You too, Y/N,” he replied, his voice quieter now.

With that, she turned and walked back toward the party, her heels clicking softly against the deck. Daniel stood frozen for a moment, the sound of the ocean beneath them mingling with the distant hum of celebration. A part of him wished he could follow her, say more, but another part knew this was all he deserved for now.

Daniel was leaning back in his seat, an untouched drink in his hand, his camera hanging from his shoulders. Heidi was perched on his lap, her arm looped around his neck, and Blake was beside him, sipping his drink with a relaxed grin.

Scotty approached them, his cheeks flushed with the telltale signs of celebration. “What a night, huh?” he said with a wide grin, his steps only slightly uneven. “Thought I’d come see how my mates are holding up.”

Blake laughed, raising his glass. “Still alive and kicking.”

“Mate,” Scotty slurred, pointing at Daniel with an exaggerated wave of his hand, “you’re sitting there like a goddamn statue. What’s the matter? Too cool to dance now?”

Daniel managed a small laugh, shaking his head. “Just taking a breather, mate. You’ve been going non-stop.”

“That’s what weddings are for!” Scotty exclaimed, throwing his arms wide. His loud proclamation turned a few heads, but he didn’t seem to care.

Chloe joined them moments later, her beaded dress catching the light as she looped an arm around Scotty’s shoulder. Her eyes sparkled with warmth as she took in the group. “Everyone surviving?” she asked with a teasing smile. “Because you all better be ready for round two on the dance floor soon.”

“Haven’t had this much fun in ages,” Blake replied, nudging Daniel’s arm. “This guy’s just taking a little break, saving his energy.”

Chloe nodded approvingly, her grin widening. “Smart move. You don’t want to miss the chaos we’re about to cause.” She turned to Heidi, her tone playful. “You keeping him out of trouble?”

Heidi laughed softly, leaning into Daniel. “Always.”

As they chatted, the mood remained light, full of camaraderie and joy. The faint hum of music and laughter surrounded them, and it was clear that, even in their tipsy states, Scotty and Chloe were mindful of the moment, focusing on the happiness of the night and the people they cared about.

Amidst the lively chatter, Y/N and Rúben passed by, hand in hand as they headed toward the open deck. Chloe’s eyes lit up when she spotted her best friend. “Sparky!” she called, her voice warm and enthusiastic. She stumbled slightly as she let go of Scotty to grab Y/N’s arm to pull her closer.

“Chlo!” Y/N exclaimed, laughing as she steadied her friend. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Just enough to make me happy,” Chloe quipped, her cheeks rosy and her grin wide.

“Having a good time?”

“The best,” Chloe replied, her grin wide. “You’re not getting away just yet. Come, sit for a moment.” She gestured to the empty seats near them.

Rúben followed, a patient smile on his face, but when Chloe grabbed his arm too, dragging him along, he chuckled and let himself be pulled by the bride.

“Look who I found!” She announced triumphantly as if the singer and footballer were a prized discovery.

Daniel’s eyes flickered toward them, his expression carefully composed, though there was an unmistakable tension in his shoulders. He nodded at Y/N and gave a polite smile to Rúben. “Hey,” he said simply.

“Hey,” Y/N replied, her voice even, though her eyes briefly darted toward Heidi, still comfortably seated on Daniel’s lap.

Blake’s face lit up. “Sparkyyyy,” it was clear that he was enjoying the open bar because he shouted with excitement. “It’s been ages! How have you been?”

“I’m good,” she replied warmly, giving him a hug. “It’s nice to see you again, Blakey Blake.” she mumbled into his shoulder, his arms tighten around her frame for a second. “How have you been?”

“Busy, as always,” Blake replied with a chuckle, throwing a teasing glare at Daniel. “But you know how it is.”

“I do,” she replied with a light chuckle.

“Rúben, is it?” The short-haired Aussie extended a hand to her boyfriend, who nodded and shook it firmly, “Blake.” he introduced himself.

“Pleasure to meet you, Blake.” he replied, leaning into her again. “And Heidi, right?” Rúben said with his trademark charm.

“Yes,” she replied, her smile softening slightly. “We’ve crossed paths before, haven’t we? A couple of events in Lisbon?”

Rúben nodded, a small smile on his lips. “That’s right. It’s good to see you again.”

Heidi returned the smile, though there was a hint of caution in her eyes as they flicked briefly to Y/N. “Likewise.”

Y/N, ever composed, stepped in with ease. “Heidi, it’s wonderful to meet you properly. You look absolutely stunning tonight.”

“Thank you,” the blonde replied, her tone polite. “You look beautiful as well. It’s no surprise everyone’s still talking about your performance earlier.”

She gave a modest smile—those countless hours of PR classes did come in handy sometimes. “That’s very kind of you to say. It was truly an honor to be part of such a special night for these two.” She grinned, jerking her thumb towards the couple.

Chloe, a little tipsy but ever attuned to the nuances around her, joined the conversation with a light laugh. “Y/N’s being modest. She’s a force of nature. The honor was ours actually”

“Chloe,” She said with a gentle, reproachful tone, though her smile softened the words. “You’re too kind.”

“Not at all!” Chloe insisted, her words slightly slurred but earnest. Her gaze flickered briefly between both women, sensing the subtle tension. Inwardly, she chastised herself for her tipsiness, hoping she wasn’t making things worse. “Anyway, it’s just so nice to see everyone together.”

Rúben’s hand tightened slightly on his girlfriend’s waist, a subtle reassurance that she acknowledged with a barely perceptible glance upward. Daniel, though silent, couldn’t help but steal glances at the interaction. His jaw tightened imperceptibly when caught the gesture and quickly looked away.

“It really is,” She agreed, her voice calm and measured. Her gaze briefly met Heidi’s. “I’m glad we could all be here to celebrate Chloe and Scotty.”

“Me too,” Heidi replied, her tone polite, though her fingers fidgeted slightly with the stem of her glass. “They’re such a beautiful couple.”

“They are,” Rúben agreed, his deep voice steady as he gave Chloe a warm smile. “A perfect match.”

Chloe’s laughter bubbled up again, breaking some of the tension. “Alright, alright, enough about me and Scotty. You guys have to tell me,” she said, pointing a manicured finger at the woman and her boyfriend. “What’s your secret? You two look like a fucking movie poster.”

Y/N laughed softly, exchanging a look with Rúben. “No secret,” she said lightly. “We just clean up well.”

Rúben chuckled, moving her in front of his toned body and wrapping an arm around her. “And she makes it easy,” he added, with a kiss to her hair, his faint accent lacing the words with warmth.

Chloe sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. “You two are disgustingly perfect. I love it.”

Daniel’s grip on his glass tightened slightly, but he kept his expression calm, a fake smile adorning his lips, nodding along to the conversation. Heidi shifted on his lap, leaning into him slightly, but he barely noticed.

As the conversation began to settle, Chloe, clearly still tipsy but determined to contribute something cheerful, leaned closer to Y/N with a bright smile. “You know, the invitation to the familymoon is still open. A whole week in Italy, just us and family, eating pasta and drinking wine. Doesn’t that sound perfect?”

Daniel’s eyes widened for a second and his ears perked up instantly. Blake and him were also invited to the trip, a sudden wave of hope bloomed in his chest. Y/N chuckled softly, her smile polite as she shook her head. “That’s so sweet of you, babes, but my answer still stands,” she gave her a fake chastised look. “I’ll have to pass this time.”

Chloe pouted playfully. “Come on, babes, you work too hard. It’ll be fun!”

“I’m sure it will,” Y/N replied with a light laugh. Then, with a subtle shift in her tone, she added, “But I’ll be busy celebrating with my man.” she looked up at him with a cheeky smile on her lips, placing a hand on his toned chest. “His team’s about to clinch the Premier League title in a few days, and I’m confident we’ll be celebrating a Champions League win next month too.”

Rúben gave her a small, knowing smile, his humility evident even as he nodded. “We’re working hard for it. Nothing’s guaranteed yet, though.”

“Don’t be so modest,” She teased, glancing up at him with a proud sparkle in her eye. “You’ve been phenomenal this season.”

Rúben gave a small, humble shrug, his lips curving into a modest smile. “It’s a team effort.”

Daniel couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of envy at the comment. While her tone was light, the pride in her words stung in a way he didn’t expect. His own career felt like it was hanging in limbo—a state of uncertainty he was getting accustomed to. Though he was in conversation with AlphaTauri to race in the remaining events of the season, nothing had been finalized, leaving him feeling adrift.

Chloe grinned, picking up on the subtle brag and clapping her hands together. “Alright, fine. I guess you have a pretty solid excuse. But just know I’ll be texting you pictures of everything you’re missing.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Y/N replied warmly, her gaze softening toward her friend. “You all deserve to have the best time.”

Chloe leaned back into Scotty’s side, looking pleased, while Y/N subtly leaned into Rúben’s comforting presence. Daniel, from his seat nearby, shifted slightly, his gaze briefly flickering toward the couple before he turned his attention back to Blake, engaging him in conversation as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, the familiar opening notes of "Shower" began to play over the yacht’s sound system. Chloe’s excited shriek pierced the air as she jumped up from her seat, clapping her hands together.

“Oh my God, Y/N! It’s your song!” Chloe exclaimed, her voice gleeful and slightly slurred.

She immediately felt her cheeks warm, a bashful smile tugging at her lips as she leaned further into Rúben for support. He chuckled softly, his arm tightening around her waist.

“You’re a global superstar, meu anjo,” he murmured with a teasing glint in his eye. “You can’t be shy about your own song.”

Y/N let out a small laugh, hiding her face against his shoulder for a moment. “I’m not shy… it’s just unexpected!”

Before she could protest further, Chloe grabbed her hand, pulling her away from his tall and toned body. “Nope! No hiding! We have to dance to this—come on!”

“Chloe!” The singer protested, half-laughing as her friend tugged her toward the DJ booth.

The crowd, already energized by the music, erupted into cheers as they recognized her. People parted to let Chloe and Y/N through, and several phones lit up to capture the moment.

Rúben stayed behind, leaning casually against the bar with a fond smile on his face, watching as his girlfriend let herself be swept up in the moment. Her initial shyness melted away as she reached the DJ booth, giving the crowd a small wave and laughing as Chloe twirled her dramatically and proceeded to hand her a microphone.

The atmosphere buzzed with energy, the infectious beat of the song bringing everyone to their feet. Even Daniel, who had been quietly nursing his own thoughts, found himself glancing toward the impromptu scene, his lips twitching upward at the sight of her joy—effortlessly radiant, as always.

[yooneunhay]

Essence of the Feathered Heart

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𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; (eventually) ot8ateez x hybridbird!reader

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; human!seonghwa (ft; human!hongjoong, foxhybrid!wooyoung) x hybridbird!reader

A/N ♥ hello reader !! this is my first time ever writing a fanfic or really a story so please dont be too harsh ^^,

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐯

it was early morning, maybe about 7am, when i was walking back to my little cabin in the forest. i had only been living here for about 2 years with no one having had found out. i was an outcast to my family. my whole family was born with beautiful black shiny wings while i was born with white ones. my grandpa was the only one who accepted me but it was probably because he also was born with white wings. he use to tell me how beautiful my wings were and how i should "never change who i am for anyone".

i think it was just his old age talking and him having regrets of how he lived his life and not wanting the same for me. he passed away 2 years ago which is why i now live here at this cabin. without my grandpa to protect me from my family they kicked me out, banished me if you will. for obvious reason i never got along with the rest of my family. when i was younger i would often run away to this cabin to be away from my family. i thought no one could find this cabin since it was so far into the forest, i thought that until i heard the cracking of the leaves outside the cabin. all of my senses are immediately filled, i close my eyes and crouch down so i'm not in view of the windows, trying my hardest to hear every little sound i could.

bang!

if i didn't hear the bullet break through the window then i still would've felt it pierce through my right wing. it hurt, a lot, but it didn't falter my ablilty to fly thankfully. immediately i was up in the air trying to escape from the cabin. i still didn't know what was going on but i knew i had to get out but as i was almost out the door, the wind created by my wings as i tried to fly out the door causing dust to fly everywhere, occasionally losing balance from pain and knocking vases, side tables, and some chairs over, i noticed i started not be able to feel my right wing.

"what? what's going on? ugh it hurts so much.." i thought to myself.

my vision starts to go blurry and i can't feel my wings anymore and i'm starting to lose feeling in the rest of my body and then..black. i felt my body hit the dirt just outside the cabin. i most likely wasn't even 10 feet from the steps leading up to the porch when i hit the ground the air getting knocked out of me. i could somewhat make out the voices around me.

"2 people. men. but..i can't see them" i thought to myself.

i tried to cover my body with my wings to provide me some sort of protection from these 2 men but as hard as i tried they wouldn't move.

"hunters? no they would've killed me already." i couldn't think anything else to myself as i soon lost conscious.

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𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

"Seonghwaaa, do you have to gooo?" i heard my fox hybird ,Wooyoung, cry to me as i put my shoes on.

"you want that new toy don't you?" i said back to him as he continued to pout at me.

"yes but can't Hongjoong get it? i wanted to keep playing with you.."

as Wooyoung continued to pout to me about not wanting me to leave, Hongjoong came up behind him putting the top of his head.

"come on Woo, let Seonghwa have some time alone. dinner is ready, i'll put some in the microwave for when you get home Hwa." i nodded to him,

"i'll be back soon Woo don't worry, we can keep playing games once i'm back."

i stood up from putting my shoes on, petting the top of his head behind his ears where he liked it. he purred a little. i waved to Wooyoung and Hongjoong saying i'd be quick. walking to the store was quiet, the sun was starting to set but it was still pretty bright outside. i walked up to the adoption center where they also sold lots of hybrids stuff, clothes for hybrids that have tail holes, hats with ear holes, some shirts with holes for wings, toys for teething or just to play with. i walked into the adoption center going to the section with toys looking for the one my fox hybrid wanted badly enough to ask me to go out and get it right then and there. as i was browsing through the toy section i could hear the front doors to the adoption center open. i didn't bother looking over, since i assumed it was just another customer coming in, but it was the blur of white that caught my eye. i looked over and saw two men basically dragging in this bird hybrid who was thrashing around clearly trying their hardest to get out of their restraints and the hold of the two men. the wings on this bird hybrid were so beautiful, breath taking, a gorgeous white color. i noticed the hint of red on the bird hybirds restrained wings.

"blood. they must've been captured as a unregistered hybrid." i thought to myself.

i felt bad. it must hurt. i watched as the two men dragged away the pretty winged hybrid. i noticed the muzzle the men had put on the hybrid. i didn't know what it would be for considering how the hybrid seemed to not have any sharp teeth. "maybe they just bite.." i said under my breath. the hybrids head turned once i said that, our eyes meeting. they looked so lost and almost defeated when we made eye contact. that was before they continued thrasing around and then they were pulled to the adoption side, behind a wall, to the orange code part of the center i'm assuming.

"orange codes, aggressive hybrids that are put into confinement, usually strapped to a bed of some sort depending on the hybrid, until they have calm down." i thought to myself as the lady at the front desk checked out the toy i was buying.

i left the adoption center, walking home, but i couldn't get that hybrid out of my head. once i reached home i gave Wooyoung the toy he wanted and gentelly patted his head has he started to play with it.

"what's wrong?"

i looked up from my daze to see Hongjoong looking up at me from his laptop at the table.

"nothing..just thinking." i responded.

it's not like i was lying to him or anything but there was a weird gut feeling in my stomach as i spoke to him. "oh come on, don't give me that. there's clearly something bothering you." i breathed in as i gathered my thoughts to tell him.

"i saw this beautiful bird hybrid at the adoption center when i went to get Woo his toy..i just can't stop thinking about them. how much pain they must being going through right now."

Hongjoong knew where this kind of conversation would lead, i knew it too. Hongjoong sighed as he got up from the table where he was working on his laptop and sat next to me on the couch.

"is this your way of asking me if we can adopted the hybrid?"

i stayed silent. in a way, even if i didn't want to admit it, i was asking him if we could take in another hybrid. we already had three though..even though our apartment was fairly big, having four hybrids would be a lot to take care of. i knew that and yet, that one hybrid wouldn't leave my mind.

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hii tysm for reading this far !! i know this chapter wasn't much plot but it was a lot to write so i hope you're happy with it anyway ^^ if anyone wants to be on my tagged list pls comment for it !!

[unlikelypandahologram]

Reasons to ship every single version of MegOP

since Very Dumb Discourse™ exists about whether or not certain versions of this ship are valid, this is going to be THE most positive post about all versions of MegOP. refer back to this post for reasons to ship your favorite version of MegOP if anyone gets weird about it with you. now let us begin!!

G1: goofy '80s faction dads fighting each other in a denny's parking lot every week LET'S GOOO, that shit is fun as fuck. orion pax also totally had a celeb crush on megatron before megatron ruined that and shot him and his pals 😔 and there's a lot of angst you can add with megatron becoming galvatron and optimus coming back to life to see how much he's changed!

BW: it's the sheer fucking comedy gold factor of a newly minted college graduate and a terrorist dinosaur IMMEDIATELY singling each other out on a prehistoric rock and deciding to call their daily gang slap-fights the BEAST WARS, what iconic drama queens LMAOOOO. also, megatron made his final body in BM look like optimal optimus SPECIFICALLY to fuck with him, and that's just...incredible

UT: the fact that megatron CANONICALLY acted like a grieving widower over optimus after he died in armada is. amazing. never forget their absolutely insane obsession with each other that they can never EVER give up on played a direct part in unicron nearly ending the world <3

Bayverse: this is the one continuity of all fucking things that gave us the lore about megatron being prime's lord high protector. absolute galaxy brain writing from the tie-in comics. also these two would ABSOLUTELY have the messiest, nastiest, most brutal hate sex imaginable, and that's beautiful. <3

Animated: optimus being a rookie washout underdog and megatron being a super scary much older warlord is a really interesting and underrated fresh take on their dynamic! lots of fun to be had with exploring what their relationship would be like after megatron finally acknowledged him as his archnemesis, lol. also...age AND size difference ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Prime: do i even need to say anything, i'm pretty sure that one flashback still of orion and megatronus being friends is responsible for birthing a million shippers for this pairing alone LMAOOOO. the bitter ex-boyfriends energy was TRULY off the charts in this show, it's a damn shame megatron never appeared in RID15

Cyberverse: same bitter ex-boyfriends energy but this time with dates at maccadams. megatron also dies encouraging optimus to beat the unhinged alternate dimension megs AAHH THE ANGST

IDW1: they're both depressed gay war criminals in this one who CONSTANTLY live in each other's heads rent-free and that's amazing, lmfao. also, megatron becoming an autobot means this is one of the VERY FEW continuities where it's not nigh impossible to figure out a way to give these two a happy ending together in fanon

IDW2: space date space date SPACE DATE. they were falling together and everything. megatron also LITERALLY tells optimus to open himself to him...to give him the matrix...yeah megs my dude i'm sure that's the ONLY thing you wanted from optimus "opening" himself. toootally positive, lol

G1 Marvel: megatron was SUPER fucking pissed and weird as shit about the time optimus died over a video game. it counts

Dreamwave: their first fight had megatron urging optimus to join him AND they disappeared together in a space bridge explosion once which is like, a fanfic-esque setup for them to be alone. also i'm pretty sure this is the continuity where optimus accidentally gave megatron a lobotomy, so...uh...potential for angst is to be had

SG: mirror universe!! evil crazy villain optimus with noble goody-goody hero megatron has so much potential for absolute chaos. bonus if you also bring in the normal versions somehow through multiverse shenanigans <3

KP: the only way this version of prime can redeem himself from the creepy underage human girl bullshit is if he gets a good hard dicking from megatron. next

Prime Wars: huge "ex-husbands go on a road trip with their disgruntled daughter" energy here. megatron also LITERALLY says "oh optimus, if only you could see me now" <3

Earthspark: again...need i say why? they're pals and working together from the get-go, what's not to ship??

Skybound: optimus literally wears megatron's arm. truly beautiful <3

TF One: it's not out yet but give it time. the entire movie is going to be about orion and d-16 being madly in love and tragically breaking up, baby!!

[trashisstillhere]

Woooo! After a few days on working, I finally got these two finish for the NN AU!

No, they’re not new characters! These two are actually one of the original canon characters you all already know of! The two main boys and mcs themselves!

Randy and Howard!!! ✨✨✨✨✨👏👏👏👏

Aw yeaa!!! Surprise!!!

I have finally got to their looks in 12th grade in the NN AU! It wasn’t easy but it’s done now!! Let’s gooo!

And yes, Randy has other outfits. They were first concepts for what his outfit should be but I kinda liked all them a lot so I Just made them two different outfits- he also has a little ponytail!! Cuz why not? It fits him! Plus it matches with First Ninja in a way :3 like father like son

But yeah!! Let’s get to a bit of their info, shall we? It isn’t that much and crazy….or anything!…. Teehee~

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The two main bros themselves! Now in 12th grade at Norrisville high and NN’s first friends ever since they first started going to their school! With Randy being the kids current ninja mentor! (Besides the Nomicon-)

How the hell did these two even get to 12th grade after everything they have done back in 9th grade? Beats me, lol-

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Howard info: Howard Weinerman himself, in 12th grade, so far is still the same old laidback and cool short chubby guy we all know him as. Even after growing up a bit, he still hasn’t changed a bit…..well…okay, maybe he HAS changed at least a LITTLE..

Especially his hair…

While he hasn’t been possessed by the Tengu for so long now, it still is somehow linked with him in a way, giving his hair a slight new look…even his eye color seemed to have changed a little bit too! This makes things a bit…worrying….but hey, he’s okay! It’s not like he’s feeling any pain from it or anything! He’ll be fine! He can handle it!..

Besides, he hasn’t had to deal with that damn demon bird in a few years!..

Until one day, the Kitsune was freed by a certain Jock (by accident) during a field trip…

Alerting the said demon bird…

Oh yeah, Tengu Howard makes his return!.. all thanks to the Kitsunes own return!

However, this isn’t the only bird kind of form he’ll be having…

One day, both Howard and Randy ended up in an argument. Just a typical bff argument, ya know?.. however, this one didn’t end as nicely as the last ones they had… instead, it ended up with a familiar pink stank following up to Howard…

Leading him to becoming Stanked for the first time ever in his life….by none other than the sorceress herself.

Stanked form!! Yeah that’s right, he getting Stanked in this AU!

A rooster. A wild one, that is. With extra sharp teeth and a slight interesting color palette… wait… now that I think about it, it is a little similar to the Tengu!

Damn, even when stanked, Howard STILL can’t get away from his Tengu possessed form.

Anyway, this guys mad MAD. Like a normal rooster, he will immediately go attack if he sees anyone as threatening in any way, which in this stanked monster state, he ALWAYS will.

Of course, it is up to NN and Randy (who not only feels bad for this since his argument with him is the reason why this happened in the first place but also cuz of his fear of chickens and roosters-) to go stop and destank him!

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Randy info: ah yes, the one and only, Randy Cunningham! You all know him! He was the ninja of norrisville! All through 9th grade up until he got to 12th! The role is now NN’s but even so, since the kid has a whole new different mask and not exactly the one he has, he still gets to be a ninja himself! Just not the main one anymore… but hey! He’s the new ninjas mentor now! And friend! :)

Actually, he wasn’t supposed to be their mentor to begin with. Once NN got the role, he was supposed to have his mind wiped in the ultimate lesson just like every other ninja (expect Mac Antfee…but now he has!) and let his ninja journey finally end…. That is exactly what The Nomicon told him was gonna happen once NN would start their own ninja journey.

But after seeing how much the new ninja was struggling with both their new ‘job’ and personal problems and struggles of their own, he absolutely REFUSED to have his mind wiped and started protesting against the Nomicon, telling it that he wanted to go help NN as he could tell they wouldn’t be able to handle it all by themselves even with the books help. NN needed another person to help them, someone who was a ninja with lots of experience. He thought he would be best for the job. After some more arguing, the Nomicon finally agreed to let the boy be their mentor for now on. BUT! Once NN finally is fully independent on themselves and brave enough to continue on their own, he HAS to go mind wipe himself. for good. With a slight hesitation yet relief, the boy nodded and agreed.

As NN’s mentor, Randy is, or at least always tries to be, sweet and patient to them as he helps them with their new ninja duty. At first it was just him trying to be a teacher to his ‘student’ and nothing more but as he went on with it, he ended up being more attached to the kid then he thought he would. It went so far that he started calling them tons of little nicknames here and there, ‘kid’ being the most common. He also got very overprotective over them, it mostly happens whenever either the Nomicon makes NN do something that could be too dangerous or any of his former enemies tries badly hurting them in any way. (Ya already know the rest, I mean, I had written a bit about this before lol)

As for when being just himself? Like Howard, he hasn’t changed one bit! He’s still his usual lovable dork self! And so far with this ninja mentor role of his, he’s doing pretty good! Yeah….good… he’s alright, he can handle it! He has many times before!…

Oh yeah, yup….he’s…alright…

Oh who am I kidding, he isn’t doing alright!

The truth is, Randy doesn’t like all the new changes he has seen ever since this all has happened. Nothing against NN and them, it’s just…too much!

At first, he was just slightly afraid of the change that he noticed was going on but now, he HATES it. He isn’t a fan of any of the changes at all! Not only that, but he has problems of his own that he hasn’t thought so much about until now.. such as his parents literally being divorced, for a good reason too: his now distant father.

But instead of telling anyone about this, he just kept it all to himself. Every single problem, every part of it, all kept inside of him. It’s unhealthy but the last thing he wanted was to involve anyone in his problems, no matter what. Even if it was his best friend, the kid, his own mother or any teacher at school, not even the psychologist teacher who is usually good with this sort of thing….. he doesn’t HAVE to tell anyone, he will be fine dealing with it on his own…

He was able to keep it all to himself just fine until one day, he finally lost it.

It happened at spirit week, yes. Spirit week. Randy started arguing at NN about how he didn’t like any of the changes that were happening, he was so stuck on it that not him or the kid noticed what was about to happen next….

Before they knew it, he was suddenly covered in both sap and feathers. Right in front of everybody.

It was caused by the new bully ‘Maria’ with her own friends who planned on doing a prank that was supposed to happen to NN but instead it got to him since he was in the way, she found it funny anyway and started laughing at him. Expect for her friends….and everyone else who was around to see it.

Howard got mad at her and so did Martin, they both yelled at the bully who only yelled back while NN was trying to check up on Randy who just stood silent through it all…

The bully said such hurtful words that was meant towards Randy this time….

And that. Was the last straw.

Soon, Randy was no longer just an ordinary guy…or even a ninja..

But a new first time ever stanked victim of the sorceress!

Stanked form! Oh Yea! The main boy is getting Stanked too!! (Man was he hard to draw like holy shit-)

A Komodo dragon. A big one. No, a HUGE one. Literally fucking like Godzilla.

Unlike the other stanked victims so far, this one is the most biggest threat EVER. Not just because of his humongous size but he is pretty much even harder to destank! This guy has lotta problems after all!

But even so, NN isn’t going to give up! They, along with Howard and Martin too, will try their best to go after him and help him then get to finally destank once and for all!…if only it was so easy.

Out of all the stanked monsters, this is the biggest challenge NN has ever had to face..

(The whole idea of this ‘afraid of change and such’ part of Randy’s own part of the story along with the whole stank form ideas and what lead to them with both him and Howard, and the bit of the field trip part where the Kitsune was ‘freed’, was all thought out by @artistic-harlom-world once again!!)

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Woooo! All done! Now I would have done some size comparisons and all but due to tumblrs rule about only having like 10 images per post on the ‘mobile version’ or whatever (no I don’t use mobile to be here, only iPad), I’ll just have to show yall a pic of the boys with NN and Martin all together instead! (Tried doing their right sizes and everything! Yes, Martin is slowly taller than Randy. Well he’s supposed to be, he’s kinda a pretty tall jock)

The main gangs all here!

Me after finally doing and finishing the boys who are the other two main mcs along side NN and Martin in the AU after so many days and months of not doing so until now:

Did I really had to make this meme just for this? Yes.

Was it worth it? Also yes.

Welp that’s it, hope y’all like how they look! I did my best as always!

[keep-wonwooing]

Make time for you

synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ

⤷ ˗ˏˋ "busy? since when did I become busy when it comes to you?ˎˊ˗

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ

⤷ Idol boyfriend seokmin x fem reader

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ

⤷ none ( i guess? )

It was a sunny day. I was just chillin’ at the couch, scrolling through my phone. I saw a lot of updates about seventeen. I was really happy that they're doing great, especially my boyfriend Seokmin.

He and I aren't together always since he has a busy schedule and I don't want to interfere with it, so we just chatted or called often. It's not like he's not going home every night; it's just that we don't have time for each other since I also have a job as a cashier at a café near our shared apartment.

 

 While scrolling, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. Quickly standing up, I opened it to see Dokyeom smiling widely, hiding something behind his back.

"Baby? What are you doing here? Don't you have practice today?" I asked him.

"Well, our choreographer told us to take the day off since he's not available," he answered, then stole a quick kiss on my cheek. I let him inside, and he continued smiling sheepishly while looking at me.

"Dokyeom," I called, giving him a what's happening look.

He giggled and showed me a bouquet of my favorite flowers. I was shocked by what he was holding, and I felt tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"What's wrong, baby? You don't like it? It's okay; I'll just buy you another one."

He immediately came beside me, pulling me into his chest and gently caressing my hair.

"Oh gosh, what did I do to deserve this kind of man in my life?" I whispered. "N-no… I was just touched because it's been a while, and I-I missed you so much…" I pouted.

"I know, I'm sorry, baby. I missed you so much too," he replied, kissing my forehead.

"We haven't been able to talk to each other in person because we're both tired every night. And when it's our day off, I don't want to be a distraction or an annoying girlfriend since you're busy doing something on your laptop," I explained, still sobbing.

"Baby, what are you saying? You, a distraction? I'd rather have you distract me than do that boring work. And since when did I become busy when it comes to you?" he said, gently holding my face. "The reason I wasn’t talking to you is that I thought you wanted space for yourself. And when you weren't talking to me, I thought you were mad at me." He made me look at him as I pouted.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, burying my face in his chest as I sobbed for another five minutes before finally calming down.

"The flowers? I love them. You know they're my favorite, so thank you," I told him, hugging him tightly.

"Really? You're welcome, baby. I want to make it up to you today. How about we go on a date? There's a new burger place a few streets away," he said with a smile.

Dokyeom and I love eating burgers (and pizza). Since we rarely go to fancy restaurants, we usually eat at small places nearby.

"Hmm, we should! I'll just change quickly, then we can leave." I smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before heading upstairs to our shared room.

After a few minutes of picking an outfit, I finally found one. I quickly changed into it and went downstairs.

"Is this okay?" I asked DK, referring to the simple sunny dress I was wearing.

"Woah, you're so gorgeous," he exclaimed, making me blush and giggle.

"Thank you, baby. Shall we go?" I replied, wrapping my arm around his.

"Let's gooo!" he cheered, taking my hand as we both headed outside.

We arrived at the new burger place Seokmin was talking about. I’d seen it on TikTok, and people said the food here was great.

Seokmin opened the door for me, and we walked inside together. Girls kept glancing in our direction, especially at my handsome boyfriend, DK.

I couldn’t help but smile proudly, feeling so lucky to have him by my side.

"Baby? You okay?" he asked, making my cheeks burn.

"H-huh? Yes, I am. Why?" I replied, smiling sheepishly.

He chuckled and said, "I’m asking you what you want to order."

Feeling embarrassed, I hid my face against his shoulder before looking at the menu in front of us.

"I’ll just get the chicken one," I told him. He laughed at me before turning to the cashier to place our order.

He let me find a table to sit at while he paid. Seokmin never wants me to pay for our food. Even when I insist, he always says, 'A girl should never pay for a man unless it’s an emergency.' I laughed, remembering him saying that.

"They said they’ll bring our food to the table," he said, sitting beside me and wrapping his hand around mine.

"Let’s take a picture!" he suggested, pulling out his phone. We both smiled for the camera.

The fans know about our relationship. At first, I was scared I’d ruin his image, but thankfully, his fans are really supportive and happy for us.

"Excuse me…" A group of girls approached our table, looking nervous. "We’re sorry to interrupt your date, b-but is it okay if we could have an autograph?" one of the girls asked, her hands shaking as she held out a paper and pen.

Seokmin looked at me first, and I gave him a warm smile before he nodded and agreed. He signed autographs for each of them.

While he was writing, another girl spoke up. "Unnie, you’re so pretty! No wonder Dokyeom oppa is so in love with you."

I laughed. "Gosh, thank you so much! Have you guys eaten yet?" I asked.

"We haven’t, unnie. We rushed over to ask for an autograph so we wouldn’t interrupt you while you’re eating," another girl replied.

Seokmin finished signing and handed the autographs to them. They thanked us before leaving.

"Carats are so cute," I said, giggling.

"They are," he agreed, and we continued chatting while waiting for our food.

A few minutes later, our order finally arrived, and the both of us started eating the burgers we had ordered.

"Is it delicious?" he asked, watching me take a bite.

"Mm-hmm! Yeah!" I answered, smiling with food still in my mouth.

Satisfied with my answer, he began eating his food as well, and we enjoyed our meal in comfortable silence.

"I’ve seen people eating here, and they weren’t wrong when they said the food is delicious," I said, looking at him. I caught him already looking at me.

"Really? I’m glad I brought you to this place, then," he smiled, patting my head. "I love you," he whispered.

"Hmm? I love you too, baby." I giggled and leaned against his shoulder as we continued to eat.

How I missed going on dates with him! I wished we could be like this every day, but I knew we had responsibilities in our lives.

I really love this guy. I’d be willing to risk everything just to make him happy.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Maybe some headcanons with Blitz having an S/O who's a big volleyball fan? :o Like imagine Blitz, his S/O, Moxxie and Millie having a volleyball match for fun

(I saw in your pinned post that you wrote for Haikyuu and Helluva Boss so I combined the two :3)

Oooh! Yaaayy! Let’s gooo. I love Blitzø so much! He is my favourite from Helluva! Thank you so much!

Blitz- Guns & Volleyballs

Blitz is a very troubled one. Having a lot of problems on the inside whilst establishing himself as a pure prick on the outside but when he finally willingly let you in, he dropped most of his self-defensive behaviours… around you

Blitz actually finds your little passion adorable. You’re a demon, you can do ANYTHING you want but yet, you chose a human sport? How precious

Blitz always falls on his face when it comes to your volleyball games as a result of him playing with you to cheer you up or to bond or to help you. He may dislike this but hearing your joy through those cute laughs makes the embarrassment change to worth

Blitz legit has a volleyball snuck away in his office so when you want to practice with him or practice in general, he’ll get it and toss it to you

Blitz is that type of boyfriend. Trust me, he may seem like the very cold and harsh type who wouldn’t be included in his partner’s hobbies but he is, even if he doesn’t get it

Blitz is already arranging a holiday for I.M.P and not even so they can enjoy a day off work, just so you five can go to the Envy Ring, go to the Beach in order for you and him can kick the M&M’s ass in a Beach Volleyball match

Blitz considers you, his lover and his daughter, Loona on the same level of importance to him, so he tries his darn best to make sure you and Loona get along. He even encourages Loona to try play volleyball with you. You’re her step-parent, you need to be liked by her

Blitz happily listens to you ramble on about all the volleyball facts you love and have memorised whilst you’re both alone and spending time together, and I swear to Satan, this man has never looked more in love in his entire life

Blitz believes himself as a good opposite hitter but he’s actually a real good libero. His childhood gymnastics and circus skills make him really flexible and let him cross long distances quickly so he can do digs effectively. His circus skills is the main reason you and him win volleyball games

Blitz will buy or make you cute little volleyball outfits. Your jersey, your professional volleyball outfit and you know it that he puts his name in a specific but noticeable corner on the inside so everybody knows you’re his

Blitz is naturally protective of you so when you accidentally collide with your teammates and it ends with you briefly concussed or when you’re genuinely accidentally hurt during the game. He is pointing his gun at your teammates to fend them off and carrying you off the court to look after you

Blitz will sneak you out to Earth, with his Asmodean Crystal wristwatch and disguise both of you, so you can play on Earth and try out human Volleyball. He’ll either play, as he honed his skills, or he’ll play your manager and take care of you after the match

Yeah. Blitz goes inbetween your partner teammate and your manager but he somewhat more prefers being the manager so you can shine in your favourite hobby

“Hey, Bae. How did the volley tournament go? Yes, of course, I went to it but I want to hear your view, ‘kay?”

[chirpsythismorning]

LETS GOOO!

Not only will Netflix have to confront the writer’s strike, but also actors now and even directors soon potentially striking as well???

Oh, they’re so fucked.

If the public keeps up the support (apparently public support is already vastly exceeding the support writers had back in 07), and big names in the industry continue speaking up to add extra pressure by showing solidarity and by literally going on strike themselves, this has the capacity to create a ripple effect and create a lot of positive changes for the industry.

They might literally have no choice, but to make a deal…

[nichoskittycorner]

Cupid K~♡ (&Team K Smut)

- Love is in the air this time of year, and so is the mischievous but love icon, Kupid- Or just K. Spreading love, romance, and even sensuality with his mystical arrows, aimed at whoever he pleases at this time. The only time of year he's able to be so reckless. Unfortunately, he gets carried away and learns that he's not immune to his own magic, pricking himself on one of his arrows with you in his sights. Now, completely infatuated, lovestruck and horny for you- he's powerless to do anything except chase his hearts greatest desire, you

>> Cupid(technically an angel in a way)K, chubby reader, K is pathetic, grovels and yearns like a lot, body worship, pussy eating, fingering, creampies

>> A/N: Happy Valentines Day even though this is definitely late. Also no idea on the word count cause I stupidly wrote this chaotic mess in the app Let's gooo!

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K was no amateur in his field. In fact, he was a well seasoned veteran in the Cupid agency, a collection of angels tasked with spreading love, affection and all sorts of emotions in humanity via the classic bow and arrow.

At least, K still did. There are more morden angels who use other methods but he always found a charm and sport to using the good old method.

Despite popular belief, cupids weren't small, squishy winged babies. They were just angels, the ones that looked like regular people except they were always beautiful and had wings.

K enjoyed his job quite a lot. For him, it was fun. The thrill of getting a target, a purpose, staking them out and taking the shot. All of it was exhilarating. But his favorite part was always the result.

K carried different arrows for different purposes. Some were just to establish crushes, others resparked friendships or even made people realize they were in love.

His favorite was the one that spiked a person's libido and had them jumping to the next person to wanted them. It was slightly cruel in a way but he couldn't help but be entertained.

Once his target was struck, he'd watch their demeanor change. Loosening or tightening up and thriving in their sexual energy like it was their calling.

He's seen it make people perform better on stage, rekindle broken sparks and even save relationships.

It was odd to describe but if people were being helped by his work, he wouldn't complain. K was assigned to help another human this day. Valentines Day, the busiest one of the year.

His target was you, a lonely woman who would rather play video games than go out to speak to strangers. A very cute and attractive lady if you asked K himself as he watched you from your bedroom window.

Happily playing a game, eating away at a bowl of popcorn and excitedly chatting into your headset. Your round cheeks upturned in a bright smile, soft and plump flesh moving with every movement. Hypnotic with every sway and bounce.

He honestly couldn't help but find you adorable. Even if his goal was supposed to be to help you find love or romance for the night, he couldn't help but admire you.

Regardless, he had a job to do. Sitting up from his branch, he yawned unamused. He had a a job to do. One he's done countless of times. But there was something about you that was just so alluring that he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

Even as he twirled the arrow in between his fingers, preparing himself to strike and get about his day, focus was far away from him. So much so that as he strung his bow, his fingers slipped, causing it to land into his thigh.

The arrow dissolved on impact but still caused an "ow" out of habit. It didn't hurt but it still caught him by surprise. Oh well, a slight slip up.

But when K looked back up to see if you were still in your previous position his world stopped. Suddenly your beauty was beyond ethereal and his heart yearned in a way he's never felt before. A surge of all sorts of emotions: Admiration, Love, and strongest of all, Lust.

It hit K all at once what had happened. The magic infused in his arrows was powerful enough to even stir his heart. He wanted to shake it off, to push those thoughts of you aside and go about his way but be couldn't. Even turning away from you made him want to cry.

This was so confusing but it was so overwhelming that he had no choice but to give in. The longer he tried to fight it off, the stronger the effects. He had to speak to you, he had to feel you, he had to have you.

His tasks be damned, someone else would get it done. Now, his concern was you.

To the human eye, he was invisible at all times unless he wanted to be seen. And he wanted you to see him now. Maybe he could've knocked on your door or waited till you left home to ask you out as if he was an interested stranger you met on the street.

Maybe if he was thinking with a clear mind, he would've taken a more decent approach. No, instead he made his way through your walls and sat on your bed. Watching you closely from behind.

Hugging his knees like a giddy child as he watched you continue to play your game, nonthewiser that a new presence had arrived. He watched you closely as you cheered when you got a kill in the game or when your team won.

Now with a close up view of you, he was practically drooling in his seat. The little details were even more refined and tempting up close. So close, he was being drawn into you. Like a siren singing her song, he was lured into your embrace.

Except you weren't doing anything special. If anything, all you did was finish another round. Cheering at your teams victory and excusing yourself to get up to get more popcorn. Setting down your headset, and picking up the bowl you turned around and headed out the room.

K finally saw your entire body in a 360° view. Plush and warm flesh, begging to be squeezed and held. Your breasts nearly spilling out of your loose tank top and thighs barely held in by your spandex shorts.

Every miniature hill and valley that covered your skin in the form of stretch marks were just a beautiful pattern for him to trace and memorize. New territory to indulge in and worship.

He was so flustered his wings nearly twitched and gave away his position. He couldn't help but fall to his knees off the bed. Crawling to your feet and begging you to look at him. But alas, you couldn't see him and walked right past him.

Most people would be disheartened that the love of their life just walked past them without even a side glance but he wasn't deterred. If anything, it just meant he would have to try harder.

So like a lost puppy, he trailed behind you closely. Following you throughout your apartment, watched as you played on your phone while you waited and happily skipped back to your room to continue playing your game, buttery light snack in your arms.

Continuing his tailing, he watched as you went back to your games. Ideas weren't exactly his strong suite right now either. After you sat down, he made himself comfortable by crawling under your desk and laying his head on your soft thighs.

A chill ran down his spine. It was so pathetic that this was the first time he touched you and you were already getting this reaction out of him. He was sinking into you, relieved and whole.

But this was only the beginning, the longer he sat there, the more he desired to touch more of you. To dig in deep and settle himself into your body, soul and mind. It felt so scandalous to have such thoughts, which only egged him on more.

Especially with his face mere inches away from your core, it was a miracle he was holding his sanity together. Or maybe it was already long gone.

His body gained a mind of its own as he placed kisses along your skin. Phantom touches that you didnt acknowledge. So badly he wanted you to notice him, to please notice and give him the affections he was craving so badly.

K ached all over for your touch, for your gaze, to hear you acknowledge him. He was an angel, and yet he was silently groveling for your attention, a mere human. A fever overwhelming him that fueled him to act without constraint.

His soft kisses evolved into harsher open mouth kisses. Bites added in whenever you would cheer. A little gasp left your mouth at the light pinching sensation on your thighs. Maybe it was an ant?

At least, you hoped it would've been. After the 5th time it happened and no culprit to be found, you finally looked down and screamed. Somehow, under your desk was a man. A very beautiful man, but still someone who shouldn't be there regardless.

He had such innocent and lovely eyes, along with a dopey smile on his face. You would've found it cute if it wasn't absolutely terrifying.

With a loud scream, you jumped up from your chair and fell back. Accidentally unplugging your computer in an attempt to grab something to break your fall.

Even with the wind knocked out of you, you scrambled to your feet and ran towards the door.

"Wait! Don't go!"

Somehow the man was already at your side, holding your hand that was already on the handle to try to persuade you. His words and voice were very sweet and calming and he was glowing in a way. An inhuman aura to his person as he physically stood high above you.

Seeing your main way blocked by this otherworldly man, you let go and tried to back up towards the window. A look of terror painted across your face as you backed away slowly.

"P-please don't hurt me-"

"Hurt you? No, no, my love I could never!" A lovely smile grew on his face as he started to approach you, quickly closing the gap. Once he was directly in front of you, he got on his knees and held his hand out to you.

From this angle, you could see he had wings. Large, white and feathery appendages that seemed to shimmer in the low light of your room. Was he an angel? If so, this was your strangest introduction to meeting one.

"I'm not here to hurt you. In fact, I love you, my love. Please, I didn't know how to approach you but I want to show you that I love you. I worship you my love, please. Give me a chance."

His voice and words came off as sincere but you couldn't help but be on high alert. Who was he, how did he get into your room and why was he proclaiming his love? You've never met him!

Perhaps this was like one of those weird supernatural romances you've read before.

"I, um, I'm sorry I don't know you. Do I?"

"We can get to know each other now! I'm K! Please give me a chance. I swear I just want to love you, all of you-"

Suddenly, his sweet innocent tone turned sultry as he crawled closer. Bowing his head before pressing his face into your thighs. His large hands trailing up from your ankles up your legs, thighs, grazing your ass before gripping your hips.

The sensation sending tingles throughout your body from his delicate touch. His own legs trapping your own as his nose was buried in your soft stomach. His eyes sparkling as they looked at you full of longing.

Your heart couldn't help but leap and twirl as he held you so intimately. As if he had found his star crossed soulmate after centuries of searching. But you were just some woman? The possibility of that was impossible.

But it would be easier and probably safer to play along so he didn't get mad. So you nodded slowly, hoping he would lower his guard. And maybe if he was prospecting what you were thinking, this night could be more interesting than you originally thought.

"Really?! Oh my love thank you!" As he cheered you could see his wings actually flutter. As you stood in place, he moved one hand down your leg, trailing it in-between your legs and brushing up against your pussy.

The other hand pushing up your tank top and exposing your stomach. Trailing kisses on the skin as he caressed up and down the length of your legs. Your own hand cautiously made it's way into his hair as you savored this moment.

Large, warm hands gripping and squeezing any exposed flesh he could reach. Leaving indents of his fingers and marks from his mouth everywhere. Cherishing each inch of your body with care.

He slowly worked his way up, removing your tank top and tossing it aside. Your bare chest was exposed but not unattended as he stood up slightly. Soft lips landing on one of your nipples and the other attended to by his hand.

Massaging your breast as he sucked and mended the other with his tongue. Slight pinches and increasingly stronger squeezes as he got more confident. Your quiet gasps and shivers confirmation of his good work.

"Am I doing well my darling?"

"Y-yeah. This isn't what I expected though."

"Oh I have so much more to show you." His voice stirred up anticipation and a bit of nerves in you. Either way, your body pressed further into his hold, causing him to smile through his latched lips.

K, finding this position inconvenient and wanting to hold more of you, picked you up by your thighs. The sudden movement making you wrap your legs around his torso and hold onto his shoulders.

This new, much closer position had him even more eager. Not only to please but also to feel you. Both hoping you would and wouldn't notice his ever present erection as his lips suckled on your neck.

You let out a breathy moan as your eyes fluttered. It was going to be hard to admit but he was working real magic on you. Your hips grinding slightly up and down, eager to get some friction that you desperately wanted.

Who cares if he was a stranger? He was a sexy stranger who was making you feel amazing and so important. His slow actions and appreciation for every little bump, fold and crease on your body had you weak. Even without words, his dedication was evident.

K finally made it up to your lips. His hovering about yours and almost shyly taking it slow once again. On the contrast, his lengthy fingers were teasing at your shorts. Stroking your folds and grazing your clit with confident movements.

Your legs tightened around his hips to bring his hand closer. At the same time, your lips finally met in a sweet kiss and it was like the entire world changed. A warmth and explosion of feelings that you could never describe with words coursed through your body.

Unknowingly, it was the angels' projections through the kiss. To the angel, this kiss was his dream come true (even if it was from his own mistake from an hour ago).

The intensity of the flurry of emotions only grew the longer you were connected. A part of you wanted to pull away, but the other part was enjoying this. This light feathery feeling that wanted you to fly but also hold you so close that you would never disappear.

Was this what they called love? But you couldn't be in love! You just met him! Or maybe soulmates really were a real thing and you had just found yours.

Your spiral was ended abruptly when your body touched your mattress, a gentle descent but the kiss never broke. Well it was definitely more of a heated makeout by this point.

K's hands continued to explore and touch your body. From ghost like grazes of his fingers to rough squeezes and pinches in others.

He really was enjoying touching you and it lit a fire in your stomach, and in between your legs even more. Or perhaps that was just his fingers finally slipping into your damp panties and teasing at your entrance.

Smooth finger pads brushing against your clit and folds, making your body react before you could think to hold it back. Back and forth, he continued to move his fingers. His other hand following the valley of your hips and down to your ass as he kissed your lips, cheeks, neck and face.

This man (angel) was all over you! How could you resist him when his kiss left you drunk and his touch was only lighting you up even more?

His teasing fingers only got more bold as they went from simply hovering over your hole to prodding at it little by little until his finger made it's way inside.

It was only a little intrusion at first but as he pushed it in deeper before pulling it out slowly and repeating the process, it was driving you mad.

Not one to leave his love unsatisfied, K started to pick up the pace. Pumping his fingers deeper and faster the more you begged for him. He couldn't help but smile as he pulled down your shorts to give him more room to work with.

Kissing along your now bare navel as his fingers worked their way in and out at a steady rhythm. Your whimpers and twitches of satisfaction were only pushing him to give you more.

His mouth was watering as your arsoual started to coat just about everything nearby. The sheets, his fingers, your folds- he just couldn't resist getting a taste.

As his fingers kept moving, his tongue made contact with your sensitive clit. Warm, wet and eager as he moved in small circles and played with the little nub with his tongue.

The slightest of movement from his tongue had your body jumping and the little whimpers that trickled out before were turning into full on pleas and pants of pleasure as he replaced his fingers with his tongue as well.

Full on eating you out as your legs wrapped around his head, not even caring if you would suffocate him. Granted, if he could be suffocated he would gladly choose this method from you.

Whatever magic you thought his hands had was nothing compared to this. And it only made you more needy for him. Back arching off the sheets as your hands grasped at whatever you could hold. Taking a pillow from your side and squeezing the life out of it as you held back a scream.

But that wouldn't do for K. Taking a short moment to pause his meal, he untangled your hand from the pillow. Kissing the tops before laying them into his hair.

"There you go. Hold onto me baby, I'll take care of you."

Just his words alone were stirring you up inside even more. His voice was deep, silky and softer than before. But his determination to please was beaming through as he quickly went back to work.

Licking, slurping and fingering your need cunt as if his life depended on it. Savoring every second as your grip tightened on his hair. The tightening of your walls and rutting against his face told him you were close.

Your sweet voice was now loud and begging. Urging him to keep going and to bring you to your peak. A wide unseen grin spread across K's face as he obeyed without question.

Tears pricked at your eyes as your orgasm coursed through you. Shaking and twitching throughout your entire body, a cry of pleasure left your lips over and over again.

His tongue coated with your juices had him over the moon. A light flutter of excitement coursed through his wings as he continued to lick away but slowed down his fingers.

Your grip on his hair loosened as you came down from such an experience. Heavy breathing filled the room as you tried to make sense of the orgasm you just had like never before.

"Wow... you really are an angel, aren't you?" You chuckled lightly as you sat up. Not expecting to see K staring up at you so intently.

His cheeks were pink and his eyes sparkled as his mouth hung open. "Are you okay?"

As if he was still on another planet, he nodded slowly. "Better than ever, my love. I'm lost for words is all."

Not expecting that, you blushed and tried to wave him off. "O-oh please. Don't flatter me." You couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach like you had just spoken to your crush.

Out of shyness, you pulled your legs close to your body and tried to hide your face in your knees. K, never the deterred one, scurried up the bed and rested his head on your knees and taking your hands into his.

"Why are you hiding my love?

"I'm not sure. I guess I've never felt that way before."

K thought for a moment before a smirk grew on his face. Kissing up your cheeks and connecting back to your lips. Your eyes fluttered close as he guided your body to lay on your back.

Another heated kiss followed as he placed his body in between your legs. Your hands gripped his shoulder and his hair as hips grinded down into your bare ones. His obvious buldge pressing into you.

Separating from the kiss, K's fingers glided down your face lightly. Tickling your skin and sending tingles up your body as his hips pressed down further.

"Please Y/n, I-"

"Yes, oh my goodness I thought you'd never get to that!" You let out a little laugh as your hands trailed down his broad shoulders, grazing his wings and landing on his hips.

K laughed. He could've gone the whole strip tease route but instead decided to just make his outer layer of clothing disappear. Leaving his body exposed except for his underwear. A cute set of briefs covered with hearts on it.

Under any other circumstances, you would've laughed at the cuteness. But K was already all over you, diving into your arms and burying his head into your breasts and pressing his hips against your core once again.

"Wow, someone's eager?"

"And you're not?" His cheeky side was showing through as he continued to grind his hips against yours. Quickly unraveling into a desperate and numb minded mess.

You cooed and kissed his forehead, playing with his hair and teased at his waistband. "Go on, you want me, right?"

That was all the cue he needed before tearing off his remaing clothing. You couldn't see his cock but you could definitely feel it as he rubbed his length in-between your folds over and over again. Pushing your thighs together and moving his hips back and forth.

There was no need to comment on his size and girth, just by the smirk and your surprised gaze, he knew that wasn't what you were expecting.

Words evaded you as he let go of your thighs, ready to finally enter your pussy and make you actually feel heaven with him.

Holding down your hip, the other stroking his cock a few times and smearing the little bit of precum on the tip. Joining you in another kiss as he lined himself up and pushed his hips forward.

A cry of surprise but also pleasure instantly came out. You expected a little pain but it must be his magic making this all pleasure. His whole cock pressed inside you within seconds.

A deep sigh of relief left his mouth as he pressed your chests together. Bringing about an unbelievable closeness you didn't believe was possible until now.

Not only physically, but it felt like your souls were connecting as well. K didn't want to move, to have to remove himself from perfection, but he didn't want to stay still either.

After another solid kiss, he started to move his hips slowly. Pulling out and easing back in. Savoring the moment before you started to squirm and ask him to go faster.

Your wish was his command as he pulled out and obliged. Picking up the pace and keeping a steady rhythm. Somehow he was so perfect, his tip perfectly hitting your sweet spot and getting out multiple sounds from you.

K held nothing back as his strokes built you up to your orgasm more and more. Taking your breath away and making your head spin.

Tingles running all over your body as he continued to pleasure you as if you were the most important person in the world. Even as his own peak was coming, he would hold it back for you.

Granted he was a heavenly being, he could last quite a long time and go over and over again. But he didn't know how you would take it considering your eyes were already rolling in your head now.

Nails digging into his broad shoulders as you tightened your hold on his hips with your legs. Every stroke sent literal shockwaves through not only your flesh but in your walls too. The slapping sound of skin was music to his ears.

His perfect cock nearly had tears in your eyes from how amazing you felt. Trying to take deep breaths to remain calm was failing as your mind started to drown in K and only him.

The familiar tightening in your stomach as the pleasure increased nearly tenfold as he picked up the pace.

It's like he could read your mind, if you wanted him harder or faster he would act accordingly. Or if you wanted him to change angles or move your body around to increase the pleasure, he was right alongside you complying.

The slight tears from before were rivers running down your face, mirroring the river running down your legs as you pled for your release.

Soaked, beaten in and marked in all sorts of places ; you no longer wanted to hold back. Begging for your orgasm and asking K to be the one to bring you there.

Holding nothing back, K held onto you and did exactly as you asked. Pulling you into a final explosive kiss as you both rattled and shook from your orgasms.

Whatever you thought was intense before was nothing compared to this. Your body was in a blaze of glory and pure ecstacy from your peaks.

An unspecified amount of time had to have passed as you both came back to earth. After such an intense moment, you couldn't help but find K even more stunning. Especially as his wings cradled you as he stroked your cheek.

He had to have pulled out at some point as you could feel his thick cum leaking out from your puffy and sore hole. But you couldn't be more happy.

"So, did I do well my love?" He spoke so sweetly as he played with your hair.

"Yeah that was- wow." You let out a chuckle as you took his hand into yours.

"I'm glad to hear it." K snuggled his face into your chest, letting his face get swallowed up in the flesh.

There was a moment of quiet as you caught you came back to reality. Well if this was real, there was no point just sitting around.

"Hey, are you ready to go again?"

K's face sprung up, an eager smile spread on his face. "I thought you'd never ask!"

[pyrodolls]

Hiiii!

I love havik sm, and your fics are the best istg 🫶🫶

If you can do you think you can do a continuation of the yandere fics you've been writing but with havik?

Ty<3

yandere havik x reader hcs

warnings: violence, gore, toxic relationship, regular yandere tendencies yk

summary: hcs of yandere havik x (gender neutral) reader

a/n: AWWWW THANK YOU ANON!! also i got quite a lot of yandere havik requests. all of you are SICK in the head. (me too tho so it’s ok) anyways i’ve been wanting to write a yandere havik for so long bc most people write havik as aggressive and controlling all the time, but i think he’s chill to the people he’s acquainted to. BUT YANDERE HAVIK?? LETS FUCKIN GOOO CONTROLLING HAVIK!! anyways next is yandere syzoth stay tuned

there was a sickening, almost deranged look on havik’s face the moment he first saw you. as soon as he saw you, there was nothing that could stop him from making you his.

it was like he was consumed by a powerful drug, and he was completely and irrevocably enamored by you.

he longs to have you by his side. he’s so obsessed with you, he wants to cut you open and crawl inside of your skin. you’re just so enchanting, how could he not be in love?

love, is what it looks like. but for havik, it’s more of an obsession than true love. sure, he wants to hold you in his arms and be with you for the rest of his life, but he doesn’t exactly have the emotional capacity to truly be in love.

if you had a problem going on and you were emotionally distressed, he would automatically resort to violence and would be driven to destroy whoever hurt you. but he doesn’t exactly know how to comfort you. he can, but he’ll just awkwardly pat you on the back.

for now, you were just allies. but havik is determined to slowly turn it into something more. it would be so slow you wouldn’t even notice the change. in his eyes, that is the smartest way to win you over. if you’re used to his affections, you won’t leave.

well, it’s not like he would even let you leave if you fell in love with him. he would convince you to stay with him. he would convince you that he can provide you safe haven and you will someday be blessed by chaos by his side.

but if you ever rejected havik’s affections, he just wouldn’t accept it. he would assume you were just lying or having a bad day. after everything he did for you, there was no way he can live without you in his life. so he just wouldn’t accept that you rejected him.

but if you accepted his affections, havik would never hold back again. he would be completely unhinged and expect you to accept it.

he would also keep you very close to him. havik knows he has a lot of enemies that would target you, so he will always protect you. you’re his, therefore it is his responsibility to keep you untouched from harm.

you’re just so beautiful. so delicate. you would still look oh so beautiful if you were all bloodied and ruined… but havik wouldn’t let your body get ruined, as much as he wants to see it. he wishes you had the same powers as him, so your body parts don’t have to stay in the same boring spot all the time and you can enjoy the chaos of it.

speaking of chaos, havik wishes to share his lifestyle with you. no gods, no government, no order. to live a life of liberation with you is a life well lived in his eyes. if you don’t agree with him, he will make you agree. you are either with him or against him. and defying him would be a mistake. you should know to follow his ideals in order to lead a better life on his side.

havik would feel ecstatic if you were to get your hands dirty with him. he would be happy to engage in kombat with you any day, especially if you two destroyed the oppressors together.

if not, that’s okay. he can do the work and you can sit and look nice next to him. even though he would want to see you work towards freedom, he would not mind if you only supported him.

havik is convinced that chaos will benefit your life, and that he is the right partner for you. he cannot accept anything else for you. he knows what is best for you, believe him.

if anyone were to defy his vision for you… if anyone were to dare try and win you over.. he would eliminate them in gruesome manners. even if he has to do it right in front of your eyes just to prove a point. that he would fight for you. he deserves to be with you because he kills for you with no hesitation. how could you not accept him if he shows you his potential to truly dedicate himself to you?

why would anyone even dare try to court you? he is right there by your side, why can’t everyone else see that? are they so blind to think they can have you when havik claimed you first?

overall, he knows you belong to him. he does give you the freedom to choose *how* you express your affection to him and how you fight for freedom with him, but he is convinced that he is what is best for you.

havik can’t imagine the rest of his life without you, his precious little doll, by his side. so cute, so delicate. and all his. you’ll always stay with him and fight with him, won’t you?

[thankshermin]

About the Scene Where Dazai Tells Akutagawa “You got stronger“

...and some rambling about their relationship, featuring a few lines about Kyouka and Mori at some point.

I think about that scene a lot and the fact that it is not talked about is really bugging me off so I need to get some things out of my chest,, let’s gooo 

CW: mentions of abuse

First of all, it is not equal to an apology. It simply is not. There is a high chance that Dazai probably didn’t even say it as an apology. He merely stated the fact that Akutagawa got stronger. What is more important about this scene is not what he said but rather how he said it.  

Dazai has changed and he is still changing for the better. The way he looks at Akutagawa and praises him in that soft tone is not how would Dazai express his thoughts to Akutagawa in the mafia.  

Now, for another matter about this scene; those words obviously meant a lot to Akutagawa but it doesn’t have to mean much, if anything, to him. 

Dazai doesn’t apologize to him. He doesn’t mention anything about his treatment to Akutagawa and doesn’t acknowledge it. We don’t know for sure if he truly doesn’t regret it or if he does feel ashamed about it and decides against saying something.

Why was Dazai even that awful to Akutagawa, anyway?

Well, obviously not because he takes sadistic pleasure from hurting Akutagawa. He believed that if he didn't, Akutagawa couldn't survive in the mafia. Akutagawa turned out to be the mafias one of the strongest attackers, due to this. Was it necessary? Of course not. He was very abusive towards Akutagawa. Is it an explanation? Yes, it is. That is what Dazai thought he was supposed to do, and since he didn't have any direct subordinates he mentored; we can't really compare but there is this conversation he had with Odasaku;

“Ah, Akutagawa is a sword without a scabbard.” Dazai smiles slightly. “It won’t be long before he becomes the mafia’s most powerful ability user. However, someone needs to teach him how to keep his blade.” I am startled. I have never heard Dazai praise his subordinates so unreservedly. “Is he really that outstanding?” “When I first saw him in the slums, I shuddered. His talent is far above that of others. His ability is extremely destructive, and he is fairly stubborn himself. If left ignored, he would be at the mercy of his ability. It wouldn’t be long until he self-destructs.” Dazai has never taken the initiative to take in a subordinate, much less a starving youth in the slums. But Dazai seems to have his own plans.

This makes me sad because Dazai never disliked Akutagawa or thought he was weak. He always thought Akutagawa would be strong. But the thing is, Akutagawa doesn't know that. Dazai never made it clear to him. Kind of a shame he was a shitty teacher most of the time. Makes me wonder why Mori never said anything about it to Dazai. I am curious about lots of things about Mori and Dazai's relationship, to be honest. Dazai was always messed up but Mori messed him to a further point, whether he meant it or not. Dazai was also really mentally unstable when he was still in the mafia and couldn't bother trying to be gentle. Dazai is still not healed but he is doing a lot better in the ADA.

Back to Dazai never saying anything about it, that behavior itself is very weak on Dazai’s end. He desperately tries to change but there are just some things that he still can not work on. One of them is this. He has unfinished businesses with many people and one of them is Akutagawa. Maybe he can’t bring himself to show that vulnerability towards him, maybe he truly doesn’t think what he did was something he should be apologizing for, maybe he thinks apologizing could make it worse instead of fixing it, etc. etc. I can still count.

But there is one thing and it’s that Dazai doesn’t go out of his comfort zone in his relationships. I am not saying that he would return back to his old tendencies in time since that goes against all of his character trying to find his place in a better world but I’m just saying that Dazai probably finds it more convenient to treat Akutagawa the way he always did and even that little “you’ve gotten stronger” was a milestone for him. 

Akutagawa really had the right to say fuck off to Dazai and his half-assed apology, he really did, but I believe that scene was as equally important on Dazai's end as it is on Akutagawa's side. It means something. It isn't supposed to fly over the viewers' heads.

Progress isn't linear and Dazai shows it in a very slow way. A lot of things get in his way. He sometimes struggles, but that's what makes it realistic. you know what they say; one step forward, two steps back.

What the larger part of the fandom refuses to understand is that Dazai is not on the polar end of something. He is very mixed in that part. He is not a pure angel and probably would be one of the worst people you could have ever met if he were a real person. But he is not the devil's respawn on Earth either. Most of y'all forget that he was a lost child who got guided by the worst possible person ever. (I really like Mori's character too but that's a different topic, he is still a terrible person) If he is trying to change and do better, I'm always going to be rooting for him.

There is this saying, you can't teach an old dog new tricks and I really want Dazai to prove this wrong. His words to Akutagawa were not his destination on this journey, it was more like a milestone.

Akutagawa is also showing development too and that is mostly thanks to Atsushi. I kind of doubt this but maybe Akutagawa understands the meaning of Dazai's words since he was also giving Kyouka a half-assed apology type of thing. Their situations are so similar that I don't need to say much about it.

Akutagawa has grown so much and he probably will continue to do that, but it doesn't erase his trauma, not really. Dazai really messed Akutagawa up. Even though it doesn't count as an apology, this shows that Akutagawa has come to terms with Dazai's abuse and his own treatment of Kyouka and he deserves a kudos for that. acknowledging that your mentor messed you up and also acknowledging that you traumatized someone takes an effort.

Akutagawa may have learned most of the cruel things he did from Dazai, but he has grown enough to realize that he is actually his own person.

Ending;

I like most bsd characters because of how real and how grey they are and the abuse circle/web is really well-written. I really do want to explore it better some other time. As I said, not everyone has the guts to come up to terms with the fact that they were abused, let alone that they were shitty to other people. Akutagawa and Dazai are really different characters on their own but their relationship shows that they truly are influenced by an upper power and even though they both individually have a long way to go, this scene of Dazai telling Akutagawa he got stronger does mean a lot than an interaction between them that lasted two seconds.