#She gives off such gentle and friendly vibes

[localguy2]

Absolutely love how Bungie threw in 1 random Hive Gaurdian that's just chilling around trying to do good despite her Ghost being out of its mind, and the Community collectively loses its shit and makes her the fan favourite within 1-2 days, in the process replacing other fan favourite characters who've had years of build up and attention.

[stottlemorgan]

One Small Step for Hope / FatherHusband!Arthur Morgan x WifeMother!Reader

Summary: Yours and Arthur’s little girl takes her first steps! Tags: Fluff!!!!!!!!!!!! Word count: 1,240. Author’s Note: This is a request from a sweet Anon <3 Thank you for your request, I hope I did the topic justice as I’m not a mother nor do I spend much time with kids, so I hope I wrote the cutie pie well. Ao3 Link. All photos above are sourced from Pinterest. They're not representative of Reader outside of setting a vibe.

“Looks like it’s lunchtime, Hope.”

Hosea’s voice mirrors the gentleness in his expression as he bounces your daughter on his thigh while he watches you make your way over with a small plate of stew. You stir the stew, scooping up half a spoonful and blowing on it as you walk. Your daughter’s eyes light up at the sight of you,

“Mama, hiya.” She says, reaching a hand up to you.

“Hiya, sweetie.” You coo back to her, moving to kneel before her as she sits on Hosea’s lap. Hosea eyes up the stew for a moment, the salty-sweet scent wafting up to him, coaxing his stomach into hunger.

“I might go an’ get some of that myself, if you don’t mind.” He muses, giving your daughter a little side-hug before carefully lifting her and placing her to sit on her knees in the grass. You give a friendly smile to Hosea,

“You go ahead. Thanks for taking her while I laid out the washin’. I didn’t have the time to chase her out of the river today.” Hosea chuckles, ruffling Hope’s hair,

“It’s no fuss, dear. I’m here when you need me.” He gives a nod before heading off towards the stew pot. You bring the spoon to your mouth and tap your tongue into the stew gently, checking that the steamy heat of it has waned enough to bring it to Hope’s lips. With a soft motion, you guide the spoon into her mouth, letting her suck at it for a moment before pulling it out and watching her start to chew.

“Good girl. S’nice, hm?” You ask fondly, slouching a little to look at her munching face. Hope gives a clumsy nod, lips pursed as she grabs at some grass that is tickling her knee.

“Carrots, Mama.”

“Yeah, sweetie. Carrots’re your favourite, ain’t they?”

Another nod from Hope causes a glimmer of endearment to flicker throughout your chest and you watch her glance about before scooping up another spoonful of stew and blowing on it, testing the temperature again with your tongue. You feed her again and she wraps her fingers around your hand. As she suckles on the spoon, Hope’s eyes are drawn toward the thumping canters of horses approaching camp at your back. She garbles out “da-da”, her usual babble slurred further by the food.

You chuckle, taking the spoon from her mouth and wrapping your apron around your hand to wipe away the dribbles from her distracted face before feeding her another spoonful. You glance behind you to see Arthur and Charles unpacking their horses and chatting. You turn back to Hope who is still mindlessly and messily chewing, a smidge of stew already having made its way back onto her chin.

“Chew, sweetie. Finish your… Bite before…”

Your speech slows and your eyes widen as you watch Hope push herself forward into a crawl, her plush fingers clutching into the dirt, the grass staining her dress at the knee. Quickly, you discard the spoon onto the plate and put it on the chair Hosea was sitting on. You watch in utter disbelief. Your baby girl is crawling.

A nearby gasp from Molly pulls you from your stupor, her skirts swishing as she pads over to you,

“My goodness, Dutch– Dutch, Hope’s crawlin’ look.” You hear a swift set of steps accompany Molly’s, and Dutch’s hand lands gently atop your head as he watches Hope with a raised brow,

“Well, would you look at that.” 

“Hope,” You call out quietly, “Hopie–” A laugh bubbles up in your chest as you watch, each thump of Hope’s little fists into the dirt only increasing your astonishment.

“Da-da.” She babbles, her sweet face determined and big-eyed as she stares up at Arthur who is focused on wiping his revolver down.

Hope’s dress snags beneath her knees and she stops for a moment, only to blow you all away even further. With a soft grunt, she hoists herself up onto her feet, wobbling. You find yourself following suit, but Dutch’s hand moves from your head to your shoulder, holding you.

“Let her work it out, she’ll do it. Worst she can do is graze her knees.”

Hope takes a step forward, her arms out, her eyes flitting down to her bare feet, her soft brow furrowed in concentration. Before you know it, she settles into a shaky rhythm, her feet padding quietly in the grass. You start to walk, keeping a small distance, your voice tight with elation, with pride as you call out,

“Arthur- Arthur! Arthur, look! Hope’s walkin’!”

Arthur turns his head, his befuddled expression melting into pure amazement at the sight of his baby girl rambling towards him and his dear wife in tow. He shakes his head, making sure he’s seeing things right before giving Charles a quick look, seeing him wide-eyed and agape. Hope starts to giggle once Arthur’s gaze connects back with hers and he chokes on a laugh as he swiftly but carefully tucks his revolver into his horse’s satchel. He strides a few paces diagonally to have Hope arc her path slightly, keeping her a safe distance from the horses and weapons.

He drops to his knees in an instant, reaching out towards her, his voice a strained coo as excitement steals his breath, “Look’achu go, baby girl! C’mon–” He beckons her eagerly, grinning, “-Come ‘n’ get me, Hopie!”

At Arthur’s tone, more of the gang start to realise what’s happening, each of them exclaiming at the sight and making their way over. Hosea joins Dutch, and they both give one another a proud look, Dutch tipping his head up and patting Hosea’s shoulder.

“Get daddy! get’ch’yer daddy, Hopie!” You urge keenly, your own giggles dancing with Hope’s in the spring air. Hope squeals at the encouragement and her walk quickens, her dress flowing and her pinkish cheeks bouncing as she breaks into a speedy stumble.

Arthur barks out a proud and triumphant laugh as she reaches him and he wraps his arms around her back. He pulls her to his chest and lifts her, supporting her back and legs, spinning and making her squeal. You catch up, watching the chestnut hair of your husband and daughter whirl together as Arthur waltzes in a circle, kissing Hope all over her face, relentless.

“Da-da!” Hope squeaks, grabbing at his shirt, her grass-stained feet kicking.

“I didn’t think– today could– get any better–” Arthur chuckles as he slows down to a sway, threading his fingers through her hair. He plants a firm kiss to her forehead and she uses the opportunity to playfully grab at his face, “Ah–! But you just proved me wrong, little lady.” He turns to look at you as you place one hand on his back and the other on Hope’s, leaning up to kiss Arthur in greeting.

“Afternoon to you, Mister.” You grin, your face flushed with an almost delirious excitement, matching that of your cooing daughter.

“A beautiful afternoon to you, my girls.” Arthur’s eyes glint with affection as he looks between you and Hope who is pawing at his neck, trying to reach around for a cuddle. With a purse of his lips and a sweet cooing sound, he shifts Hope to his hip, holding her with one arm. He then snakes his free arm around your waist, pulling you in for a tight hug, a content sigh drawing from him.

A beautiful afternoon, indeed.

Tags for my sweethearts: @thundermartini @pinescent-and-gingerbread

[thebluediner]

LOVE ISLAND USA SEASON 7: THE ISLAND TWIST

fem! billie x fem! reader

a/n: billie is not famous in this universe because she deserves viewers who aren't bullies and judgemental freaks. this is truly one of my fav works so far in my fanfic writting history so please appreciate it.

"on this episode of love island usa... there's trouble in paradise. but really, would it be love island without a little drama?"

billie is seated on a daybed. the sun casts a warm glow over the villa facing jesse, her partner since the most recent recoupling. they’ve been together a few days now, and according to billie, she's ready to lock it down and see where things can go.

unfortunately for her, jesse isn't on the same page. even though he claims to share the same feelings commitment isn’t on his radar just yet.

"I just don’t get why you still feel the need to explore," billie says, squinting at him in confusion. her lips go dry, but she quickly licks them. "I thought we had something going."

jesse lets out an awkward laugh shifting closer ,his hand casually landing on her exposed thigh.

"look," he says with a shrug, "don’t get me wrong, I do feel a connection but this is love island, babe. we’re supposed to be exploring."

billie presses her lips into a tight line trying to stay composed. a sudden giggle is heard across the villa, and she instantly recognises the sound, it’s you. her ears perk up and, almost instinctively, she turns her head toward the pool area.

there you were sprawled out on a lounger, skin glowing under the golden island sun. your partner, jason, sits beside you completely engaged in your conversation and laughing with ease. the two of you look like you're having the time of your lives, and for a moment, billie can’t help but compare.

"yeah... okay. I get it," billie mumbles, trying to shake the thoughts from her head.

without warning jesse leans in and kisses her. it’s short, smug, and leaves her feeling unsettled. she musters a small smile before standing up and makes her way towards you.

she wasn’t particularly close with the other girls in the villa just friendly enough for casual conversations, but with you it was different. from the moment you walked in something just clicked. no tension, no awkward vibes. just an easy, natural bond.

as she approaches, your head turns toward her. a huge smile breaks out across your face.

“billie, baby! come here!” you squeal with delight making room beside you.

her cheeks flush at the pet name, but she doesn’t hesitate. she lies down next to you resting her head against your chest with a sigh of relief.

“hey, jason” billie greets your partner politely.

“hey,” he replies with a warm grin. “I’m gonna head over to the boys, give you guys some space.”

with that he gets up and walks off, leaving you and billie nestled together on the shared lounger, your legs comfortably tangled in the afternoon sun.

you lift your hand and run your fingers through her hair, absentmindedly playing with the strands as silence settles between you.

then you speak, your voice gentle. “so...how was your talk with jesse?”

you’re hoping for the best. after all just yesterday, billie had come to you asking if now was the right time to tell jesse how serious she was getting about him.

"he... he's still exploring." billie's words come out soft, but you still catch the same sharpness in her tone. billie’s naturally loud, just like you, one of the things you two share, an indication that she's not okay.

you nudge her shoulder, rubbing it gently as comfort before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "don’t let that worry you, babe. you’re perfect. you deserve someone who’s sure about you, and you’ll find them, yeah?" your accent becomes apparent the words soft but sincere. her lips curve ever so slightly, a small smile breaking through.

billie lets out a deep breath, as if the heaviness of it all is finally starting to lift. "on another note... do you wanna go inside? your skin’s gonna burn."

she snickers before glancing up at you, her lashes fluttering. "what about your skin?"

you roll your eyes, laughing, "baby, I’m naturally protected. have you seen me?" your hand sweeps over your melanin-rich skin, the confidence oozing effortlessly.

''a new bombshell hits the villa and she seems to have peaked jesse''s interest. is this his chance to be dora the explora and go on an adventure?''

a new girl had arrived in the villa, and though the crowd of candidates had greeted her with warmth and excitement. all that energy quickly turned to jealousy at least for billie.

she sat at the bar in a sheer two-piece set of a noodle-strapped crop top and a short skirt, paired with shoes she’d shamelessly stolen from your luggage. billie still found it funny how you had separate suitcases for your clothes and your shoes but right now, her attention was drifting elsewhere.

you were right beside her, mixing drinks, but billie’s eyes kept wandering. across the lawn, jesse was sitting way too close to the new girl whose name billie had already started to forget. the girl’s smile was too big, her laugh too loud, and jess wasn’t that funny. at least not that funny. billie swore the only person who could make someone cackle like that was you.

she kissed her teeth resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she turned back to you, just in time.

"okay," you said, dragging out the word dramatically as you slid the drink toward her. "taste it and tell me what you think."

your eyes were wide and your whole face lit up with anticipation. billie didn’t know why maybe it was the way you looked at her, so excited for her approval but a small smile crept onto her lips. for just a second she forgot all about jesse and the girl with the annoying laugh.

billie took the glass in her hands and took a sip. woah. she hadn’t expected you to be horrible, but she definitely hadn’t expected you to be this good either. her eyes widened in surprise as they met yours.

“oh my god, are you a bartender?” she asked, already halfway to giving you a full-on compliment.

“I was, back in college. guess I still got it,” you said with a proud grin, turning your face toward the sun. the light hit your features just right, catching your eyes and making them shine brighter than usual.

billie followed your gaze, her own face turning toward the light and just like that, it caught her eyes too, throwing flecks of warmth and gold into them.

“gosh, your eyes are so beautiful,” you blurted, unable to stop yourself, the words coming out like a soft whine.

billie turned toward you, a slow smile creeping onto her lips as a pink hue touched her cheeks.

“thank you,” she murmured, barely louder than a whisper.

she’d been complimented on her eyes before ,plenty of times, but something about the way you said it felt different. not like the lazy pickup line jesse had tried when he awkwardly said something about “getting lost in them” and then winked.

this felt like being seen.

billie didn’t make a point to argue or bring up the new girl whose name, she was reminded, was gina when jesse casually mentioned the “great conversation” they'd had even though she hadn’t asked.

she just smiled faintly and changed the subject.

later that night things were different. billie didn’t cuddle him, didn’t stay up talking about their lives like before. she just turned away in bed and went to sleep. she somehow could already feel him slipping away.

the very next day, gina was awarded a date card ,the freedom to choose anyone she wanted. and without hesitation, she picked jesse.

“sorry girl, but it is love island,” gina said all sugar and chirpy confidence before dragging him off by the hand. and he went on it ,no last few words to billie. nothing. he just eagerly followed behind her.

billie’s heart sank and even if she wanted to put on a brave face, she couldn’t. her eyes had already gone glossy by the time they walked away.

you were the first to come to her, your words of comfort spilling out like you could erase her heartache with them. you cupped her face gently, brushing away the first tear that fell before pulling her into a hug, tucking her face into the crook of your neck.

billie didn’t try to hold the tears back she just tried to quiet them. her hiccups were muffled only by your skin her fingers clinging to the fabric of your shirt like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

the rest of the cast seemed to take the hint and gave you both space.

only jason's eyes lingered watching the way you held billie, the way your attention didn’t even flicker toward him once.

you were too consumed by her.

during the day, a message came through, alerting the cast to a new recoupling tonight. that alone was enough to stir the pot.

“whilst the mood is a bit sour in the villa, here come the sunshines who will either brighten it up or most likely burn it all down.”

billie isn’t around to witness jesse and gina’s return. instead, she’s tucked away in the makeup room, sitting beside you as you braid your hair into a sleek style. her mind is far, far away.

she’s trying not to cry about it because somehow she has grown to be more sensitive than usual but it’s hard. It’s not just the embarrassment, it’s the reality she'll have to face if this recoupling doesn’t go her way. she's at the risk of going home.

but even with her thoughts flooding in her eyes are on you. billie's watching the way your hands move through your curls, twisting and guiding them into place with quiet confidence. there’s something calming about it.

about you.

as if sensing her stare, you glance over, your brows rising in question. but she doesn’t say anything she just keeps looking or as the viewers would later say, admiring.

you finish the last braid, your fingers slowing as you shift to face her fully, leaning in a little closer.

“don’t show them how hurt you are, okay?” you whisper, your voice barely louder than the intention being for only billie to hear. your hand brushes down her hair, smoothing it gently.

billie nods slowly and heavy showing you she's listening regardless of her heavy heart.

“you’re going to be okay” you reassure. “men are stupid anyway. somebody who really liked you… would never do that to you.”

there’s a pause before billie speaks.

“you wouldn’t do that, right?” billie’s voice cracks, soft and aching. a hot tear slips down her cheek before she can stop it.

“no,” you answer almost to quickly. “I’d never.”

your words soften, your eyes locked on hers not pitying her but feeling it all like her hurt is your own. your hand doesn’t move from her hair. neither do your eyes.

then billie does something she shouldn't.

she looks down at your lips.

and stays there.

she doesn’t look away right away. she doesn’t feel the need to pretend it didn’t happen.

she takes her time and when she finally looks back up, there’s something new in her gaze. something bold, broken.

something hopeful.

your heart picks up speed the moment you register it.

but even then, your hand stays exactly where it is. your fingers still threaded gently in her hair.

you don’t look away either instead your eyes flicker down to her lips too.

and once again neither of you pretend not to notice.

your eyes stayed locked for a second too long billie doesn't look away.

and slowly , so slowly the space between you began to shrink. your breath hitched when you felt hers ghost across your lips, soft and warm and close enough to taste. her eyes flickered down again, and this time, so did yours. her lips were slightly parted, waiting. so close to yours

none of you said a word.

your hand was still resting gently in her hair, and she hadn’t moved away from your touch. her breathing changed . it began shallower, more desperate like she didn’t want to break the moment but also wanted to feel your lips on hers immediately.

she leaned in a little more.

and you leaned closer meeting her in the middle.

your noses brushed. lips hovered. a shared breath.

so close to having you.

then

voices, laughter and shuffled footsteps echoing down the hallway disturbed the moment. the girls, coming back into the room.

you both froze but not in panic. just stillness.

billie pulled back first, slowly and calmly as if she’d only leaned in to whisper something. you let your hand fall from her hair but didn’t look away.

there was no awkward laugh, no scrambling to cover it up. just calm. the moment still pulsing between you like a secret only your bodies knew.

billie looked at you.

then she smiled softly. she didn't regret it one bit.

“I should, um…” she started, but didn’t finish the sentence.

''yeah'' you nodded.

not a second later the door swung open letting in a burst of chatter and different scents as the girls filtered into the room heels clicking against the floor, bracelets jingling, energy loud contrast to the silence between you and billie.

''fucking hell it's so hot outside ” one of them groaned, fanning herself dramatically.

“right I'm out there quietly thanking god for not making my makeup melt off''

a few of them laughed, dropping bags and makeup into scattered places as they claimed their seats. billie sat back slightly giving the impression she’d been relaxing the whole time, legs crossed, posture straight but you could still feel the thumbing of your heart.

then came gina, all energy and bounce, swinging into the room like she owned it.

“are you okay? you look sick,” she asked, her chirpy voice cutting through the air as she looked right at billie.

billie didn’t answer fast enough or maybe she didn’t want to but you answered faster than anybody could register gina's intent on asking the question.

“she’s good,” you said, your tone sharp. then you smiled casually mocking her. “might just be something she’s looking at that’s making her sick.”

it was so sudden and unexpected it's like everything stilled

a few of the girls glanced over, eyes widening, unsure whether to laugh or let the silence stretch. gina blinked, clearly caught off guard.

“Oookayyy,” she said, drawing the word out like a slow shield, before pretending to focus on her makeup bag.

one of the girls snorted under her breath, pretending to be too busy with her lipstick to be paying attention. the rest smiled to themselves like right after looking between the two of you like they knew what was happening.

but billie didn’t even blink instead, she looked at you.

in that second, something shifted in billie's demeanor. it was sudden and so electric. it wasn't just admiration or comfort.

it was pride.

you said it without hesitation. without looking to her for approval. you defended her like you weren’t afraid of the tension in the room, gina or jesse.

that's when billie felt it and it was terrifyingly clear than the kiss you almost shared.

she liked you more than she has realised.

not just because you were kind or safe or solid but because you stood your ground. because you saw her even at her worst and still chose to show up for her.

''well if you like tension it's your lucky day because we some more to dish up at the recoupling tonight''

the sun had dipped low by the time everyone gathered around the firepit. the atmosphere was thick, humming with nerves. tension coiled tight in every glance, every nervous fidget, every heartbeat drumming in people’s chests.

the host stood tall in-front of the cast and even though her composure is commanding and calm she was neither of those things. she had seen all the things around the villa unravel just like the viewers.

''just a reminder to let your heart lead in love'' the host said peering over the cast her eyes landing on you last.

just like that couples began forming one after the other. boys stood up claiming girls they were most compatible with. some smiles were genuine, some forced. Some hearts soared others sank quietly.

and with every new couple that was formed, the numbers of the ones left got smaller. until only three people were left standing:

billie, jesse, gina.

an unsettling silence fell over the villa.

billie could feel it in her throat that sting of possibly leaving the villa not for reasons regarding jesse anymore but you. her chest tightened as jesse stepped forward, his eyes flickering between her and gina.

you were watching it all sat besides jason. still as a statue a silent prayer going over and over in your head while your pulse was hammering like crazy.

“the girl I want to couple up with…” jesse started, swallowing hard, “…is someone I’ve gotten to know recently'' billie didn't need to hear anymore of it that was enough of a message to let her know she was going home.

''she’s made me laugh, and she’s shown me a different side of myself. I feel like there’s more to explore.”

billie’s nails dug into her palm trying to restrain herself from being emotional.

“…gina.”

gasps erupted. a few hands slapped over mouths. someone whispered “no way” under their breath.

billie didn't move and neither did you.

but when she did her head hung low her hair cascading over her shoulders and shielding her face and the tears broke free. silently.

your words from earlier “don’t let them see your hurt” echoed somewhere in the back of her mind. but she couldn’t stop it. the tears had a mind of their own, and they fell.

gina hugged jesse. the kind of hug that was too giddy for the moment.

''billie... you are now the only islander left single which unfortunately means you are at risk of being dumbed from the island ''the host cleared her throat, voice crisp

the cast shook their heads in belief of what's happening.

billie’s sobs broke through. and that was it.

that was the reason you stood up.

without hesitation.

“I know the rules say that only those not in couples can choose to recouple…” you began, voice steady.

the entire villa was silent. jason besides you looked confused he himself eyeing you.

“I want to couple up with billie, please.” you weren't telling them but you were pleaded with the hope they'd allow it.

the silence shattered.

somebody screamed ''holy shit'' and the rest followed with gasps and murmurs. someone cursed under their breath.

jason blinked in stunned silence. the girls clutched their partners wide-eyed.

but you? you never looked away from billie. even if her eyes were bloodshot because of the tears.

your voice dropped softer, meant just for her now.

“she deserves to stay. she deserves someone who actually sees her. and I don’t care if it breaks the format I’m choosing her.”

the host was stunned not knowing if she was even allowed to make her own decisions over this or if she needed a producers permission. production buzzed somewhere behind the scenes.

but in the middle of it all, billie stepped forward.

she didn’t hesitate

didn’t ask permission.

didn’t look back.

she walked straight to you, and before anyone could process what was happening before the host could recover, before the producers could whisper “cut”

billie kissed you. hard and certain. like it was the only decision that made sense.

the villa couldn't be more louder than this. most people were screaming and clapping their hands whilst jesse and jason looked like somebody knocked the wind out of their lungs.

you felt her hands on your face and your waist. the desperate need in the way she pulled you in like she’d been holding this in for days. you didn’t pull away not even close. your hands found her hips, your mouth moved with hers, and for a moment, nothing else existed but the two of you.

not the lights. not the rules. not the camera's and definitely not the people watching.

it was just you and her.

[songbirdseung]

angry angel / park jongseong

synopsis: you say I deserve better but what could be better than you?

pairing: jay x reader, grumpy x sunshine

warnings: arguments, hinting at a breakup, angtsy (cause that's all i know) but still fluff in the end, lmk if i missed anything

wc: 3k

You always wondered why he told you to keep the key to the padlock when you both pushed the latch of the lock that is supposed to symbolize unbreakable love. Wasn't the whole purpose of the love locks being to throw the key into the water to show that the love lock would be bound to the railing, just like how you two were to each other?

When you started dating Park Jongseong, all you friends questioned your taste and judged your decision-making skills. Since you two were the complete opposites, it didn't seem right for little miss sunshine to pair up with Mr. grumpy pants.

But something about that serious and nonchalant behavior, you saw a gentleman and a committed lover. To which he was, he was no lovey dovey prince charming. But you were so attracted and drawn to the person he was. You were just hoping that one day, you'll get to the bright side of Park Jongseong, the cute and soft side.

For Jay, his friends felt the same. They were always expecting Jay to settle down with someone who was like him, so when you walked in the room holding his hand; let's just say shock was an understatement. When they were told, they were going to meet his girlfriend, they thought a sophisticated, old money kind of vibe, laid back woman would show up. But there you were with your bubbly and friendly personality.

Nonetheless, they loved and adored you. It was something they definitely teased Jay about once he arrived back to the house after dropping you back home.

Jake, Heeseung, and Sunghoon are lounging on the couch, chatting and laughing. Jay enters, looking a bit flustered but trying to maintain his usual composed demeanor.

Grinning mischievously "Well, well, well, look who's back from his romantic rendezvous." Jake says. Jay raises an eyebrow "Very funny, Jake. Can we not start this?"

"Oh, come on, Jay. Don't be such a killjoy. We're just curious about your date with YN."

"Yeah, we're dying to know how Mr. Serious managed to snag such a bubbly girl like her." Hearing this from Sunghoon, Jay sighs "She's not that bubbly.

"Oh, really? Because when she walked in here earlier, she practically lit up the room with her energy."

"Yeah, and compared to her, you look like you're about to give a lecture on quantum physics."

Jay was used it, but he did share the same thought on how he managed to start a relationship with you and why were you both so attracted to one another.

But that did not change the fact that he did love you and did do things that you never expected from him.

Every morning, you wake up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of Jay bustling around the kitchen. Despite his grumpy demeanor before his first cup of joe, he always manages to make you a perfect cup, just the way you like it. As you sip your coffee, Jay places a gentle kiss on your forehead, mumbling a sleepy "Good morning, beautiful" before heading off to tackle the day.

Or after a long day at work, you come home exhausted and stressed. Jay, despite being equally drained from his own day, immediately springs into action. He starts preparing your favorite comfort food, humming a tune to himself as he works. As you sit down to eat, he listens intently to your day, offering words of encouragement and support, reminding you how capable you are even when you feel overwhelmed.

Even that one evening, you're feeling particularly down about a personal setback. Jay, knowing how much you love spending time outdoors, suggests taking a spontaneous evening walk together. Despite his initial reluctance, he puts aside his own concerns to focus on cheering you up. As you stroll through the park hand in hand, he shares stories and jokes, doing his best to bring a smile to your face.

But the funny thing was in public, you two weren't even seen as a couple since both of your aesthetics don't even blend. A few to mention; You and Jay decide to grab dinner at a trendy restaurant downtown. As you walk in, Jay, dressed in his usual business casual attire, heads straight for the bar while you, in your bright and colorful ensemble, take a moment to admire the decor. As you wait for your table, you catch the curious glances of other patrons.

"Excuse me, are you waiting for someone?"

"Oh, yes, my boyfriend. He went to grab us some drinks."

Jay returns with drinks and wraps an arm around your waist, prompting surprised murmurs and raised eyebrows from nearby diners.

Then, at a friend's party, you and Jay arrive separately due to conflicting schedules. You, in your vibrant and flowery dress, mingle with the guests, while Jay, in his usual attire and his blazer hangs back near the snack table. Throughout the evening, friends and acquaintances approach you.

"Hey there! I didn't know you were single! You're always out and about on your own."

"Actually, I'm here with Jay. He's around here somewhere."

Also, during a weekend shopping trip, you and Jay browse through stores at opposite ends of the mall. As you peruse the racks of colorful dresses, you overhear nearby shoppers speculating about your relationship status.

"Look at her, all dressed up and shopping alone. Must be single."

"Actually, I'm here with my boyfriend. He's probably browsing in a different section." Jay unexpectedly appears by your side, pulls you into his arms for a quick kiss.

Over the years, they created countless memories together, each moment etched into the fabric of their shared history. You two explored the city's hidden gems, from markets to serene parks, finding beauty in the ordinary and joy in each other's company. Jay, with his practical nature, was always there to ground you when your dreams soared too high, while you, with your boundless optimism, infused Jay's world with color and light.

The love you had for one another was not without its challenges, of course. There were moments of doubt and uncertainty, times when you and he clashed and disagreed. But through it all, you both remained steadfast in their commitment to each other, weathering the storms of life with unwavering strength and resilience.

As the chatter and laughter filled the air at their friend's get-together, Jay found himself engaged in a conversation with Jake, one of his closest friends. They stood by the drinks table, sipping on their beers as they caught up on each other's lives.

"So, how's work been treating you lately?" Jake asked, leaning in with genuine interest.

"It's been alright, you know, the usual grind," Jay replied, his attention momentarily diverted by the sight of you across the room, deep in conversation with another guest.

Jake noticed the shift in Jay's demeanor and followed his gaze. "Hey, everything okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," Jay muttered, his eyes still fixed on Yn and the other man, who seemed to be hitting it off effortlessly.

Jake raised an eyebrow, sensing his friend's unease. "You sure about that? You seem a little distracted."

Jay sighed, torn between wanting to trust Yn and the gnawing feeling of insecurity creeping into his mind. "I don't know, man. It's just… seeing her talking to that guy over there, they seem to have so much in common, you know? They're laughing and joking like old friends."

Jake nodded in understanding, placing a reassuring hand on Jay's shoulder. "I get it, but you gotta remember, Yn chose you for a reason. You two have something special that goes beyond shared interests. Trust in your connection, mate."

Jay nodded slowly, his thoughts swirling as he tried to shake off the nagging doubts clouding his mind. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Jake. I needed to hear that."

As the day rolled on, the group migrated to Heeseung's place for some video game fun. Jay settled in next to you, eager to spend more time together after the earlier bout of insecurity. However, his hopes were quickly dashed when you turned to Sunoo, suggesting to team up for Mario Kart.

Confusion and hurt flickered across Jay's face as he struggled to comprehend your unexpected choice. He had been looking forward to bonding with you, but now it seemed like you had other plans.

"You sure you want to team up with Sunoo?" Jay asked, trying to keep his tone light despite the turmoil brewing inside him.

You glanced at Jay, her expression guarded. "Well, you never really cared for video games, Jay. I figured you wouldn't want to play with me anyway," she replied.

Jay's heart sank at your words, the sting of jealousy and insecurity gnawing at him from within. He wanted to protest, to assure you that he did want to play with you, but the words caught in his throat, drowned out by the weight of his emotions.

With a forced smile, Jay simply nodded, his silence betraying the turmoil raging beneath the surface. As you and Sunoo dove into the game together, laughter and joy filling the room, Jay couldn't shake the feeling of being left out, of being replaced by someone who shared your interests more closely.

As the game progressed, Jay's thoughts spiraled, his jealousy and insecurity consuming him from within. He watched you and Sunoo's playful banter, their shared excitement over each victory, and felt a pang of longing for the connection they seemed to share.

But amidst the turmoil, a small voice in Jay's mind reminded him of the strength of his bond with you, of the countless moments they had shared together, each one a testament to their love and commitment to each other.

As the evening drew to a close and it was time to say their goodbyes, Jay watched you flit from friend to friend, your infectious laughter and warm hugs filling the room. He couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly you connected with others, a social butterfly in her element.

Meanwhile, Jay lingered on the outskirts of the group, his own circle of friends much smaller in comparison. He had always been more reserved, more comfortable in the company of a select few rather than a bustling crowd. And yet, seeing you thrive in the midst of so many people, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of inadequacy creeping into his thoughts.

As you bid farewell to each of her friends, Jay's gaze lingered on your interactions, he noticed your exchange with Sunoo. You two made plans to meet up again tomorrow, a casual invitation that seemed to hang in the air between them.

Soon after, you walk up to him. "Ready to go, baby?" taking a hold of his hands and placing them around her waist, then proceeding to place her hands round his neck pulling him closer. "Yeah, let's head home."

As they made their way home in silence, Jay couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over him like a heavy cloak. He longed to voice his concerns, to express the insecurity gnawing at him from within, but the words remained trapped in his throat, unsaid and unresolved.

Deep down, Jay knew that his feelings stemmed not from any fault of your, but from his own struggles with self-doubt and insecurity. He knew that you loved him for who he was, differences and all, and yet, the fear of losing her to someone more like her lingered in the recesses of his mind, a nagging doubt that refused to be silenced.

"Hey, Yn," Jay began, his voice hesitant yet determined, "what are your plans for tomorrow?"

You turned to him "Oh, I'm going go-carting and to this cute arcade cafe with Sunoo," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Why not with me?" Jay blurted out before he could stop himself, his words tinged with a hint of desperation.

Your expression softened, a flicker of understanding crossing your features. "Well, you mentioned before that you weren't interested in doing those things," you explained gently, reaching out to squeeze his hand reassuringly.

Jay felt a wave of remorse wash over him at her words, a bitter taste of regret flooding his senses. "I… I know," Jay murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Yn. I shouldn't have said that. I… I regret it now."

Yn offered him a sympathetic smile, her eyes soft with understanding. "It's okay, Jay." Jay took a deep breath and mustered up a small smile. "Just… be safe tomorrow, okay? And have fun," he said, his words laced with genuine warmth and sincerity.

You nodded, returning his smile with one of your own. "I will. Thank you, Jay," you replied, voice filled with affection.

As the weeks passed by, Jay couldn't shake the growing unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. He watched from the sidelines as you and Sunoo grew closer, bond seemingly strengthening with each passing day. They laughed together, shared inside jokes, and spent more time together than Jay and you did. And with each passing moment, Jay felt the distance between them widening, a gaping chasm that threatened to swallow him whole.

Unable to bear the weight of his doubts any longer, Jay knew he had to confront you about the growing rift between them. He waited for the perfect moment, a quiet evening at home when the world seemed to stand still around them.

"Yn, can we talk?" Jay asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty as he watched her from across the room.

You glanced up from her book, sensing the gravity of Jay's words. "Of course, Jay. What's on your mind?" you replied, setting the book aside and giving him your full attention.

Taking a deep breath, Jay sat down beside you, his heart heavy with the weight of his words. "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and… I don't think this is working anymore," he began, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyes widened in shock, a flicker of hurt flashing across your features. "What do you mean?" you asked, voice barely a whisper.

"I mean… I think we should break up," Jay admitted, his words hanging in the air between them like a heavy cloud.

But before he could say anything more, you reached out and placed a gentle hand on his arm, touch a comforting anchor in the storm of his emotions.

"No, Jay," you said firmly "We're not breaking up until you tell me what's really going on."

Jay swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to speak. "I just… I feel like you deserve better," he confessed, his voice barely audible.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, your eyes searching his face for answers. "Better? What are you talking about, Jay?"

"You deserve someone who's like you," Jay continued, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Someone who shares your interests, your personality… Someone who can make you happy in a way that I can't."

But before he could say anything more, you cut him off.

"Why can't you be that 'better' man for me, Jay?" you asked, "Why do you think I need someone who's exactly like me? I fell in love with you, not some carbon copy of myself."

Jay blinked in surprise, taken aback by your words. He had never considered that he could be enough for you, just as he was.

As you and Jay sat together, enveloped in the warmth of your embrace, you felt a rush of emotions wash over you. With a deep breath, you took Jay's hands in yours, your gaze locking with his as you poured your heart out.

"Jay, I want you to know that I've always tried my best to support you and your interests," you began, your voice filled with sincerity. "I may not share all of them, but I've put in effort to understand and appreciate the things you love. Remember when I spent hours learning about vintage cars just so I could have meaningful conversations with you? Or the time I surprised you with tickets to that basketball game, even though sports aren't really my thing?"

Jay's eyes softened as he listened to your words, a flicker of realization dawning in his eyes. He had never fully appreciated the lengths you went to in order to connect with him, to bridge the gap between your differences and find common ground.

"And it's not just about the big gestures," you continued, your voice growing more earnest with each word. "It's the little things too, like making your favorite meal even when I'm tired, or watching that action movie marathon with you even though I prefer rom-coms. I've done all of that because I love you, Jay, and because I believe in us."

"I'm sorry, Yn," Jay whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I've been so blind to everything you've done for me, so focused on my own insecurities that I failed to see the love and effort you've poured into our relationship."

As the tender moment between you and Jay lingered, a playful glint sparked in your eyes, and a mischievous grin spread across your face. "You know, Jay," you teased, your voice filled with playful banter, "I was just thinking about heading to that tower where we placed our love lock. Maybe I'll grab the key, just to keep you on your toes."

Jay's eyes widened in mock horror, a playful gasp escaping his lips. "You wouldn't dare!" he exclaimed, his tone mockingly dramatic.

You laughed, the sound echoing through the room like music to Jay's ears. "Oh, you know me, Jay. I'm full of surprises," you replied, a twinkle of mischief dancing in your eyes.

As the laughter subsided, curiosity sparked in your mind, and you turned to Jay with a quizzical expression. "Speaking of the love lock," you began, "why did you tell me to keep the key instead of throwing it into the water like you're supposed to?"

Jay's gaze softened as he looked at you, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, Yn," he began, his voice tinged with warmth, "I wanted us to have a reminder of our love, something tangible that we could hold onto, even when times get tough."

You nodded in understanding, touched by Jay's sentiment. "That's sweet, Jay," you replied, your voice soft with emotion. "I'm glad we have that reminder, especially on days like today when we need it the most."

With a gentle sigh, Jay pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. "Me too, Yn," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Me too."

As you continued to bask in the warmth of your embrace with Jay, a playful glint still dancing in your eyes, you couldn't resist teasing him a little more. "You know, Jay," you teased, your voice laced with amusement, "you were actually kind of cute when you were jealous of Sunoo."

Jay's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing slightly at your words. "Wait, you knew I was jealous?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

You chuckled softly, reaching up to gently stroke his cheek. "Of course I did, Jay," you replied, your tone affectionate. "You weren't as good at hiding it as you thought you were."

Jay shook his head in disbelief, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. "I guess I need to work on my poker face," he admitted, his voice tinged with self-deprecation.

With a soft giggle, you leaned in to press a tender kiss to Jay's lips, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you. "Don't worry, Jay," you reassured him, your voice filled with warmth. "I love you just the way you are, jealousy and all."

As Jay's arms tightened around you, holding you close as if afraid to let go, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the love you shared. "And besides," you continued, your voice growing more serious, "why would I ever want to end our two-year relationship over something as silly as jealousy? We've been through so much together, Jay, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world."

With a tender smile, Jay pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his love for you shining brightly in his eyes. "Neither would I, Yn," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Neither would I." And as you melted into his embrace, the doubts and insecurities that had once plagued you melting away, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that came your way. For in each other's arms, you had found your home, your sanctuary, your forever.

[ouiouibaguettt]

Only You

YN YLN -> your name & your last name

2,7k of words!

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You’ve always felt a little strange around Steph. She was always so… touchy. Too comfortable with you. Always hanging around, always a little too close. When she’d give you advice, it felt personal, like she cared just a bit more than a teammate should. She’d make comments about how you “looked good today” or how your pass was “perfect,” but you just chalked it up to the fact that she was Steph Catley — friendly, flirty, everyone’s favorite teammate. You assumed it was just how she was. After all, she wasn’t shy with anyone.

At first, you thought it was nothing, that it was just her friendly nature, that you were overthinking it. And yet, every time she smiled at you, or when her fingers grazed your arm just a second too long, your heart would skip. But still, you kept telling yourself it was nothing. Steph was just that way with everyone. Right?

It wasn’t until a late-night training session after an intense game that it finally clicked. You’d been exhausted, trying to work out the tension in your muscles after running all over the pitch. The locker room was quieter than usual. Most of the team had already gone back to their rooms, but you and Steph stayed behind. You were sitting on the bench, towel around your neck, rubbing your temples when you heard her footsteps approach. She was the last person you expected to still be here.

She leaned against the locker next to you, just a little too close. “You did great today,” she said, her voice lower than usual. You shrugged, still not looking at her, brushing off her praise. “It wasn’t that great,” you muttered, half-joking, half-exhausted.

But she didn’t seem to buy it. There was something different in the air tonight — a tension, a shift. You felt it but couldn’t place it.

“Don’t downplay it,” she said softly, her hand brushing against your arm, sending a jolt through you. “You’ve got talent, more than you realize.”

You chuckled, trying to brush it off, but the proximity between you two was undeniable now. The way she spoke was different, more intimate. You glanced up at her, just as she leaned closer, so close you could feel her breath against your ear. Your heartbeat quickened, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say.

Her eyes were focused on yours, intense, and her lips parted slightly. Your stomach fluttered. It was now, you thought, so obvious. She’d been doing this for months — getting close, teasing, making you feel like there was something more — and you’d been completely oblivious.

Suddenly, she moved even closer, not waiting for a response. Her fingers lightly cupped your cheek, guiding your gaze to hers, and then… she kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed, nor was it sloppy. It was soft, gentle, and surprisingly confident. A slow press of her lips against yours, leaving you speechless, completely caught off guard. Your mind raced, trying to process what was happening, but all you could do was close your eyes, feeling her warmth, the way her lips moved against yours in that sweet, unexpected kiss.

When she finally pulled away, you were frozen, unable to speak. Steph was still so close, her forehead gently resting against yours, her breath matching yours in a rhythmic pulse.

“Well,” she said, smiling softly, “took you long enough to notice.”

Your heart hammered in your chest, and you couldn’t help but laugh nervously, still trying to catch your breath. “I… I didn’t… I mean, I didn’t think—”

“Yeah, I figured that out,” she interrupted, her grin widening. “I was trying to make it obvious. Guess I had to just show you.”

You blinked a few times, trying to wrap your mind around what had just happened. Steph Catley — your teammate, your captain, the girl you’d been getting all those vibes from for months — had just kissed you.

“Sorry,” she said teasingly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “wasn’t trying to confuse you… but seriously, you’re adorable when you’re oblivious.”

You laughed again, a little breathless, trying to keep the emotions in check. Your mind was still reeling, but there was no denying the warmth in your chest now. It wasn’t just the kiss, but the feeling that maybe — just maybe — you had been wrong all this time.

“I guess I’m not as quick on the uptake as I thought,” you said, still a little dazed.

Steph smiled, her hand gently resting on your shoulder. “I’ve got plenty of time to help you catch up.”

The air between you and Steph felt heavier now, filled with the weight of what just happened. You had no idea what to say. The kiss still lingered on your lips, leaving a sweet warmth that you couldn’t shake. Your heart raced, your mind still struggling to comprehend the sudden shift in your relationship.

Steph, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease. She was leaning back against the locker, casually crossing her arms, but there was a softness in her eyes, a tenderness that made your stomach flip. She was waiting for you to say something — anything. But all you could do was stare at her, still processing what had just happened.

“Steph… I—” You started, your voice catching in your throat, but you didn’t know what to say. How do you explain to someone that you had been blind to their feelings for so long?

She took a small step closer, her presence calming but still full of that undeniable energy. “You don’t need to say anything,” she said, her voice low and comforting. “I just needed you to know. I was getting frustrated watching you act like you didn’t feel the same way. You’ve been so… oblivious,” she added with a teasing smile.

“I wasn’t oblivious,” you replied, the words coming out sharper than you intended. “I just thought— I mean, I never thought you would be… interested in me like that. You’ve always been so friendly with everyone, and… and I don’t know, I didn’t think you’d feel that way about me.”

Steph’s expression softened. She took another step forward, now only a breath away. “I’ve always been interested in you, more than I probably should be,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think I knew it from the moment we met. But I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, didn’t want to push you away.”

You met her gaze, searching for any hint of doubt in her eyes, but there was none. She was sure, and for the first time, you realized how long she’d been waiting for you to catch on.

“You’ve been patient,” you said, voice still shaking with uncertainty. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner. I’ve just… I’ve never been good at reading signs, especially when it comes to things like this.”

Steph smiled, her thumb gently brushing your cheek, making your breath catch in your throat. “You don’t need to apologize. I should’ve been more straightforward. But I wanted to make sure you were ready for it, that you weren’t feeling pressured.”

“I don’t feel pressured,” you murmured, still trying to find the right words. “I feel… confused. But not in a bad way. I just didn’t expect this. I’ve always admired you, Steph. But I never thought…” You trailed off, unsure of how to articulate everything you were feeling in that moment.

Steph chuckled softly, a genuine warmth in her smile. “It’s okay to be confused. It’s a lot to process, especially after everything. But if you feel even a little bit the same, then I think we owe it to ourselves to explore this. I don’t want to hold back anymore.”

You stood there, just staring at her, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. The realization hit you like a wave. You had feelings for her too. Deep down, you knew that. You had felt it every time she smiled at you, every time she was there, always a little too close. But now, with the truth out in the open, it all made sense.

Without thinking, you closed the space between you, your hand reaching up to gently cup her face. Her breath hitched slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into your touch, her eyes closing briefly. You hesitated for only a second, before you kissed her — this time, with no hesitation, no confusion. You kissed her like you meant it, pouring everything you had into that simple act.

The kiss deepened, her hands resting lightly on your waist, pulling you closer. The way she held you felt right, like this was where you were always meant to be. It was slow at first, as if you were both savoring the moment, but it quickly escalated into something more urgent, the heat between you growing.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Steph rested her forehead against yours. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she confessed, her voice husky with emotion.

“Me too,” you admitted, your hands still gently holding her. You could feel your pulse racing in your veins, but this time, it wasn’t from uncertainty. It was from something more real, more solid.

“Then let’s make this happen,” she said softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I don’t want to waste any more time pretending I’m not completely into you.”

You grinned, your heart swelling in your chest. “Okay, but… we should probably take it slow, right?”

Steph nodded, her smile turning a little more mischievous. “Of course. But I’ll be patient this time.”

You leaned in for another kiss, slower this time, savoring the moment. The world outside the locker room could wait. There was nothing but the two of you in that space — the uncertainty from before was gone, replaced by something far more meaningful. And you knew, without a doubt, that this was just the beginning.

It had been a few weeks since you and Steph had become official, and yet, things still felt so new. You were navigating the shift in your dynamic, from teammates to something more. But you hadn’t stopped being you — the flirty, sometimes oblivious, smile-at-everyone-you-meet kind of person. And, well, Steph knew that. She was used to the playful, flirty side of you, but tonight, something about the atmosphere had a different energy.

It was a team night out at a club, everyone letting loose after a long week of training. The music was loud, the lights flashing in a myriad of colors. Laughter and chatter filled the air as teammates from Arsenal and some of their friends took over the dance floor, while others gathered at the bar to unwind.

You were at the bar, chatting with a couple of teammates, when you felt someone sidle up beside you. A girl, with dark hair and an easy smile, leaned in slightly too close, making you raise an eyebrow but offering her a friendly smile in return.

“Hey,” she said, her voice smooth and confident. “You’re YN YLN, right? You’re incredible on the pitch.”

You blushed slightly, always flattered by compliments, but shrugged it off with your typical modesty. “Thanks. You’re too kind.”

But she wasn’t done there. She leaned in a little more, brushing her arm against yours in a way that felt… purposeful. “I’ve seen you play before. You're not just talented, you're stunning too,” she added, her eyes never leaving yours.

You laughed nervously, unsure of how to handle the situation, but you didn’t think much of it. Flirting was nothing new. You had a friendly smile, you were approachable, and sometimes people made it a little more obvious. But you weren’t doing anything wrong. You were just being yourself.

What you didn’t notice, though, was the way Steph was watching from across the room. Her eyes had narrowed when she saw the girl inch closer to you, her hands resting against the bar as she took in every word exchanged between the two of you. Steph had been more than patient with you — way more than she’d probably let on. But tonight, seeing someone flirt with you so openly, that protective instinct flared up.

She moved quickly across the room, her eyes still fixed on the girl as she approached you. When Steph reached the bar, she slid right in between you and the girl, her hand finding the small of your back in a possessive gesture that caught you by surprise. Without saying a word to the girl, Steph turned to you, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was far more intense than anything you’d experienced before.

It was a kiss full of fire, of raw emotion, of ownership in the best way possible. She kissed you with an urgency that left you breathless, pulling you closer, her hands cupping your face as if she couldn’t get enough of you. The world around you seemed to fade away. The flashing lights, the music, the voices — everything disappeared except for Steph and that kiss.

When she finally pulled away, you were still dazed, your head spinning from the intensity. Your lips tingled, and you blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed that kiss until it happened. You looked up at Steph, your breath coming out in short gasps.

“Steph… what—what was that?” you asked, a little shaken.

Steph’s expression softened, though her lips were curled into a small, teasing smile. She raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the girl who had flirted with you, now retreating, her face contorted in frustration. “That,” Steph said, her voice low, “was me showing you exactly who you belong to.”

You blinked, still processing, and Steph let out a small laugh, brushing her fingers through your hair. “She was flirting with you, YN. You didn’t even notice it, did you?”

You shook your head, your gaze still caught on the girl who was now walking away. “I mean, I guess? But I didn’t think it was that serious. I’m not doing anything wrong…”

Steph’s eyes softened as she looked back at you, though there was still a playful hint in her gaze. “You weren’t doing anything wrong,” she agreed. “But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to stand around and let some girl try to steal you away.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you processed her words. “Steph… you really think someone could steal me from you?”

Steph chuckled softly, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you in for a gentle hug. “No,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. “I know no one can steal you from me. But I’m still gonna make sure they know exactly who you belong to.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at her words. She wasn’t jealous in a bad way, not trying to control you. It wasn’t about insecurity; it was about wanting to protect something that was hers now, and you felt it deep in your bones. That was love — the kind that didn’t hesitate, that didn’t play games, that just was.

“I guess I’m lucky, then,” you said, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her cheek, your fingers tracing along her jaw. “You make it pretty obvious.”

Steph smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling away just enough to look you in the eye. “I’m not worried, YN,” she said, her voice filled with affection. “I know you love me. But I’ll still remind you every chance I get.”

You laughed, your heart swelling at the ease and warmth between you. “Okay, okay, I get it,” you teased. “You’re mine.”

Steph winked. “Damn right I am.”

And as you both stood there, your arms wrapped around each other, you felt something settle inside you. This — this was real. No more pretending, no more confusion. You and Steph were a team, not just on the field, but in life. And nothing, not even a flirty girl at a bar, was going to change that.

[waitforyrlove]

slytherin ! matt pays for you, as you didn’t bring money.

you step off the carriage, your boots sinking slightly into the snow-covered cobblestones of Hogsmeade. The winter air nips at your cheeks, and a shiver runs down your spine. The faint glow of fairy lights hanging from the eaves of the shops twinkle through the falling snowflakes, making the whole place look like something out of a storybook.

you inhale deeply, the comforting scent of pumpkin pasties and the spiced aroma of butterbeer mingling with the crispness of the snow. The stress of recent exams slowly begins to melt away with every breath you take. This was exactly what you needed—a day to yourself, to wander through the village.

pushing open the heavy wooden door, a little bell jingles overhead, announcing your arrival. Inside, the warmth is immediate, and you smile as you take in the rows upon rows of sweets, each more colorful and whimsical than the last. You approach the counter, where a friendly witch with rosy cheeks stands ready to take your order.

“Just a simple Honeydukes bar, please,” you say with a soft smile, your voice almost getting lost in the lively hum of the shop. As she nods and turns to prepare it, you let your gaze wander around the cozy interior. Your eyes trace the shelves stacked with Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott's every flavour beans, and glittering sugar quills.

but then, as your eyes move towards the far end of the shop, they land on a familiar figure. Matt, with his brunette hair and that unmistakable crooked grin, is standing with a group of his friends, laughing at something one of them just said. Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly turn your head, hoping he hasn’t seen you.

why no matter where you went, Matt always seemed to be there? It was like an invisible thread tied you together, pulling him into your orbit every time you tried to get some space. You can’t help but wonder if he feels the same, if he ever notices this strange connection as much as you do

you try to focus on something else, anything else, but it’s impossible to ignore the way your heart races whenever he’s near. The bell on the door rings again, and for a split second, you think about leaving before he spots you, but before you can move, you hear the familiar, almost musical sound of his laughter.

taking a deep breath, you remind yourself that today is supposed to be about you, about finding peace and enjoyment in the little things, like a simple chocolate bar from Honeydukes. You try to center yourself, grounding your thoughts on the warmth of the shop, the comforting smells, and the gentle hum of people around you.

but as you glance up, you catch his reflection in the glass display case—a small, almost imperceptible moment where his eyes meet yours through the array of shimmering sweets. It’s brief, just a flicker, but enough to send a rush of warmth through you, even in the middle of the winter chill.

you couldn’t help but glance at Matt’s outfit as he walked past, your eyes drawn to the boldness of his red and black plaid jacket. The large checks of the fabric seemed to suit him perfectly, the rich colors standing out against the muted tones of the snowy surroundings. The jacket had an intriguing design—both classic and modern, effortlessly blending style with comfort.

his baggy black pants completed the look, adding a casual, laid-back vibe to his ensemble. They hung loosely around his legs, the fabric swaying slightly as he moved, giving him an air of confidence.

you quickly snap out of your trance, Matt’s presence momentarily forgotten as the witch behind the counter breaks the silence. “Honey? That will be $2.65, please,” she says kindly, her voice warm and patient. You reach for your skirt pocket, expecting to feel the familiar texture of your coin pouch. But your fingers meet nothing but the smooth fabric. A wave of panic washes over you as you realize you’ve left your money back in your room. How could you have been so careless and forget about a important thing?

“I-I didn’t bring…” you stammer quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. Embarrassment colors your cheeks as the reality of your situation sets in. The thought of having to tell the kind witch you couldn’t pay, and possibly upsetting her, knots your stomach with nerves. You curse yourself inwardly, feeling foolish.

but before the witch can respond, a shadow falls over you, and suddenly Matt is beside you, his presence both unexpected and disarming. He doesn’t say a word as he smoothly places a bill on the counter, paying for your purchase without a second thought. The witch smiles and takes the money, handing him the change before moving on to help the next customer.

your mouth falls open in shock, eyes wide as you look up at Matt. Of all people, he was the last person you’d expected to step in and help. Yet here he was, composed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You’re surprised, and more than a little flustered.

“Sweetheart,” Matt says with a chuckle, the nickname rolling off his tongue with ease, “I expected you to be smart enough not to forget your money in your room.”

His tone is teasing, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat. You feel a mix of emotions—gratitude, embarrassment, and a flutter of something else that you can’t quite place. All you can do is nod, managing a small, sheepish smile in response, the words you want to say tangled up in your throat.

"Why would you ever pay for it?" you blurt out, the words slipping past your lips before you can catch them. Gratitude hangs somewhere in the back of your mind, but curiosity and confusion push it aside.

Matt’s response is a low chuckle, the sound rolling effortlessly off his tongue, as if the whole situation is amusing to him. He glances at you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes, and shrugs nonchalantly.

“Felt generous,” he says, as though it’s the simplest explanation in the world. “Didn’t really feel like watching you embarrass yourself in front of everyone in here.” His tone is teasing, but not unkind, more like he’s pointing out something endearing rather than a fault. “Besides,” he adds, his grin widening, “forgetting about money? That’s quite a move. Thought you might need a little saving.”

you shake your head, trying to hide the warmth creeping into your cheeks. “Well, it’s not like I planned to forget,” you retort, but your voice is softer, the initial embarrassment slowly fading.

“That’s the nicest I’ve caught you being," you chuckle, your voice softening as you glance up at Matt. Your eyes linger on his jawline, tracing the sharp angles, before drifting down to his hands. Two silver rings catch the light, glinting like promises unspoken. You can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have that cold metal brush against your skin, preferably, feeling it against your thighs, his fingers pumping in and ou- no, you can’t think about dirty thoughts,not certainly with Matthew.

Matt’s smirk deepens as he catches the flicker of something more in your eyes, something that sends a subtle charge through the air between you. He leans in just slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "Careful. I might start thinking you’re enjoying my company."

your heart skips a beat as the space between you seems to shrink. His words are laced with a hint of challenge, a dare that you can feel humming beneath the surface. You let out a soft laugh, trying to keep things light, but the tension lingers, wrapping around you like a slow, tightening coil.

“Maybe I am,” you reply, the words slipping out before you can second-guess them. There’s a boldness to your tone that surprises even you. You glance back at his hands, those silver rings now a magnet for your gaze, drawing you in with a pull that’s hard to resist.

Matt’s eyes follow yours, and for a moment, it feels as if the world has stopped, leaving just the two of you suspended in this moment of possibility, and once again, you’rs wondering what it would feel like if he reached out, if those cold bands of metal met your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You should be careful with thoughts like that,” he murmurs, his voice smooth, but there’s an edge to it—a warning, or perhaps an invitation. The way he looks at you now, his gaze steady and unreadable, makes your breath catch. It’s as though he’s daring you to take the next step, to close the gap that hangs between curiosity and something much more dangerous.

and as you meet his eyes, a thrill runs through you—a thrill that whispers of all the things you’ve only ever imagined but never dared to reach for.

the air between you thickens, charged with an electricity that neither of you can ignore. Matt’s eyes darken, and there’s a tension in his jaw, a flicker of restraint that only makes your pulse race faster. He shifts slightly closer, his presence overwhelming in the best way, making it harder to remember why you should be cautious, why you should hold back.

“Am I being too reckless?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, though it carries the weight of a deeper question. You’re not just talking about your words; you’re talking about the line you’re both toeing, the unspoken boundary that’s grown thinner with every second.

his gaze flickers down to your lips, just for a heartbeat, but it’s enough to send warmth pooling low in your belly. “Maybe,” he replies, his voice rougher now, the careful control slipping just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the desire simmering beneath. “But that’s never stopped you before, has it?”

the way he says it, almost like a challenge, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, makes you ache with a need that’s becoming harder to deny. You don’t move away, don’t even flinch, as he reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm, the heat rising in your skin each second passing.

it’s the smallest touch, barely there, but it feels like a touch you wanna feel it every minute. His thumb traces a slow, deliberate path, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and you can’t stop the soft gasp that escapes your lips. Your eyes meet his, and you see the resolve in them waver, just for a second, before he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

“I can’t promise you this won’t end badly, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice so low it sends a shiver down your spine. “But if you want to keep going… I won’t stop you.”

his words hang in the air, heavy with anticipation, and you realize the decision is yours now. The space between you is a heartbeat away from disappearing entirely, and the temptation to cross it, to feel his hands—those rings—against your skin, grows stronger with every passing moment.

but just as the tension reaches its peak, Matt pulls back, his expression shifting to something more guarded, but the smirk still there. The warmth that had been building between you cools in an instant, leaving you feeling suddenly exposed.

“This is not the end of our banter,” he says, more to himself than to you, as if wrestling with some inner conflict. His hand drops from your arm.

for a moment, he lingers, his eyes searching yours, as if he’s about to say something more. But then, without another word, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there with a mix of needing and disappointment churning in your chest.

but you’re not letting him tease you with his touch like he’s winning.

[justagaycryptid]

ok so Radahn canonically is the only demigod who has a horse but I thought it would be fun to speculate about what horses the other demigods would have if they did have horses, plus sharing my own headcanons for Leonard, though I’m just doing stuff from the base game

Morgott: Percheron; something large and drafty but with a gentle, yet proud temperament (though for humor’s sake I would give him a Fell Pony if only because of the name. But realistically a Percheron would suit him better)

Mohg: Friesian; flashy and dark, to fit with his aesthetic ofc

Godwyn: Maybe a Lipizzaner or a Lusitano. Tbh I’ve got no justification other than vibes

Radahn: ok he already has a horse but since Leonard doesn’t have a canon breed I’d say he’s an Arabian. His model kinda has a bit of a dished face if you squint, also I think it would be fun. In his prime this horse was an absolute asshole and only liked Radahn. A little spitfire with an attitude that could keep up with the young demigod

Ranni: Welsh Cob; an intelligent, yet gentle breed with a calm and friendly temperament.

Rykard: Akhal-Teke; specifically a champagne Akhal-Teke. You cannot tell me that Rykard would not go for such a flashy and sought after breed, especially considering the metallic sheen of their coats

Malenia: Maybe before the rot became as bad as it got she may have had a Courser; a quick and agile horse prized for its use in battle. A companion well suited to The Undefeated Swordswoman. I’d imagine when the rot started to affect others around her and her horse became afflicted she felt a deep guilt about it.

Miquella: Fjord; something small, unassuming, and that would be suited to the cold considering that you have to pass through the Consecrated Snowfields to get to the Haligtree

Godrick: I mean he can’t ride a horse anymore but before he started all the grafting maybe he had an Andalusian, a breed favored by nobility.

Rennala: Not a demigod but I’m not gonna leave her out. Anyways I’d give her a Palfrey. Technically not a specific breed but more of a general term for a smooth gaited horse that was prized as a docile riding horse in the Middle Ages.

And then as a bonus this is what I think some of the other horses present in the game are with no explanation

Tree Sentinel: Jutland

Night’s Cavalry Funeral Steed: Hackney

Royal Knight Loretta: Destrier

Draconic Tree Sentinel: Suffolk Punch

Torrent: In the game he is admittedly more goat-like than horse, but if I were to pick a breed to base him off of it would be an Irish Cob

[chidoroki]

Wind Breaker S2EP4

aka: i'm literally on cloud nine right now

Every boy in this darn class is adorable.

RIP to that one dude caught in Anzai’s headlock for like two straight minutes.

“He said he came from out of town, so I thought he’d live a but further. I guess him entering school and his family moving coincided?” “Well, we’ll know when we get there.” The fact we’re at 177 chapters and still dunno the full story about Sakura’s family situation is kinda wild.

Nirei’s panicked screams would be loud enough to wake up anyone.

Pfftt stooppp, Suo’s little surprised face upon seeing Sakura appear is hilarious.

Damn, the anime does real well showing how dark and dreary Sakura’s place looks. I never got that kinda feeling in the manga with how it lacks color.

“I’ve always dealt with crap like this on my own. I’ll get better once I sleep it off. It’s not a big deal.” Aw baby, noooooo! That’s not a good thing!

I love how gentle Suo looks, like you know he desperately wants to help Sakura but he wouldn’t push him to accept it.

Oh, I like how they reflected Suo in Nirei’s phone like that so we could see that brief smile.

The queen has arrived.. lord help me I am not ready for the scenes to come.

Our boy really has such a great groups of friends the way they all bought something for him to help him feel better and take care of that fever.

Why did they go for such horror movie vibes with how Kotoha shows up at his door with the weird first pov and that scream?? My god, his shocked face is priceless!!

Oh thank god he does have working lights in this place at least.

Fffucckk man, I love all of this and ch57, like all Sakura wanted to do when Nirei & Suo came by was to curl up in bed and pass out, but with Kotoha he’s actually engaging in conversation and eating. Yeah he perked up because she brought over a hot meal and our boy loves to eat but as manga!Suo says “while he’s weak right now, he can’t use his mental or physical strength to handle anything that’s not normal for him,” and this entire scene with Kotoha is nothing but normal for him. Sakura’s always been alone so having friends suddenly start caring for him is weird and he shies away from it all, and even though he and Kotoha act all friendly, all the advice and meals she constantly gives him is just status quo at this point for their interactions. He’s used to it and doesn’t feel pressured to act any certain way nor does he feel a need to act strong around her all the time unlike everyone else, which is why I think Suo let her visit Sakura because he knew that too. I doubt he would allow anyone bother or overwhelm Sakura when he’s supposed to be resting despite their desire to help him, such as their entire class, and Sakura’s not even mad that she’s here now and I just really really love this whole scene between them okay?? I love these two. Fuck it, I ship ‘em. I doubt any kind of romantic love is gonna come out of this manga but this trusting and respectable relationship they got going on is precious to me alright. Let me have this because god knows my girl doesn't show up nearly as much as I'd want her to.

Just wanna let y’all know that while I was rambling I had the ep paused on Kotoha slapping the cool patch on Sakura’s head. Fun little frame to pause at.

“Worried about the, ‘I like my buddies now so my body freezes up’ issue?” I shall never get tired of the way she teases him nor those faces she makes when doing so!!

Mmmmmkay, girl, why must you be pretty at every angle.. I swear.

“So why don’t you think of a way to get around it?” “A way to get around it?” “Like delegating the people around you who can act in your behalf.” I feel all weak and soft that he takes her suggestions so seriously. Lift your head up and properly look at people? Done. Learn and use people’s names? Done. Now onto the next step of becoming a good friend and leader.

“There are only so many things one human can do in a limited amount of time.” I really love this line from her too.

“Well, even then.. relying on others, or asking favors from them, may be a bit scary at first.” *shakes manga* Tell me her full story!! Why does she say this?? What has my girl gone through to become so wise?? I know it's all about Sakura's growth and the boys fighting all the time but give me more of our best girl too!!

It feels kinda unfair calling Kotoha best girl when she's literally the only one who shows up frequently and matters but screw it! She's more than earned the title! Aaaahhh!

Teeheee, Kaji’s face when Sakura requests to see him.

A flustered Kaji is an adorable sight to behold.

I love his strange way of trying to explain stuff to Sakura with the coffee and fake ghost.

Kaji being the best senpai!

Not the triple cut on Kaji punching Umemiya smack dab in the face.. HAAHAA!!!

His quick run away too!! God I love this boy so much!!

Aww the flashback of Hiragi taking Kaji to the rooftop to chat.. my boy really learned from the best.

Goddamn, why must the chillest ep be my favorite? I feel so giddy.

[primejourney]

Aloha!

Here is my belated submission for the Sept-Ingo prompt GHOST! I was inspired by Hisuian Typhlosian's Pokedex description -- it states that the species benevolently eats lost spirits to help guide them to the afterlife. Additionally, Ingo strikes me as a "ghost" in a poetic sense, in that he is someone displaced in time, a "ghost" of the future, so to speak.

With all that said, I thought it'd be kind of funny for a Hisui Typhlosion to get a bit confused, lol. Although realistically, it would probably tell Ingo is a living person, I'm conjecturing here that Ingo gives off enough vibes similar to lost spirits (forgotten memories, a lonely aura, a sense of being displaced in time/space, etc.) to make it second-guess itself!

btw i hate having to say this but the weirdness of the internet gives me paranoia: Akari's Typhlosion is being motherly here! please don't tag as a ship i beg of you

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This Typhlosion is Akari's, and she is a very nurturing, motherly type—a bit like a sweet grandma, lol. Hisuian Typhlosions strike me as gentle and kind despite being a little eerie and mysterious. They are friendly psychopomps, after all!!

Although Akari helps her understand that Ingo is indeed not a ghost to be eaten, I imagine she still goes out of her way to dote on Ingo (probably as much as she does so for Akari!). She does not see age -- everyone is a potential child to her lollll.

Ingo is not sure how to feel about this. After almost losing his beloved hat, he probably is a little wary of her at first (I think losing his hat is one way to make the composed man panic! It is one of his very few beloved possessions, and it holds strong meaning to him, even though he doesn't remember why completely). It doesn't take very long for him to warm up to the silly team mom fire badger, however. :)

Hmm, I need to come up with a name for her! You guys have any ideas? >0>

[mischiefmaker615]

I Told You So (2 of 2)

Credit: Shoutout to @darknessawaits28 who's roleplayed this storyline with me to make this one shot(s) possible! she and i both worked hard on it so please give her a follow :D enjoy!

Summary: Ignoring Loki's warnings, you blew off the fact that you might have yourself a bit of a stalker at work. When one thing leads to another, you find out you should have listened to your boyfriend.

Rating: R *dark warning!*

Song: Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell

Note: Happy Spooky Season!

Sarah grinned from across the way while you put your apron on in a rush to help her keep up with coffee orders.

‘’..what?”

‘’your regular is here.’’ She teased.

‘’..so?” you shrug though your eyes gave a quite glance over to his usual seating area by the window.

He was blocking your view by the usual newspaper he would tend to bring in most days. If he didn’t, he usually opted to staring at you while you did your best not to feel awkward or drop anything by the fate of embarrassment. Something about his complexion always sort of reminded you of Loki’s- from his clean cut face and chiseled cheekbones, right down to the height and black hair he kept short. He always seemed to sport a suit, you often wondered if he came from the business buildings across the street- but he often avoided talking about himself and took interest in asking you questions about yourself. It was harmless at times and you often just answered what he wanted to know while he ate and drank the same thing he always got when he came here.. today he had nothing at his table.

‘’he didn’t order anything yet and he’s been here for like.. 15 minutes. I think he’s been waiting for you’’ she winked playfully, earning herself an eye roll as you pick up your notebook and pen- not that you’d need it, he always got the same thing.

Approaching the man now, he didn’t lower his paper until you had taken your last step to stand in front of him, almost as if he knew you were there. His smile was gentle, eyes soft as they gave a recognition to your presence while his ankles remained crossed to match his casual posture. ‘’there is my favorite server.’’ He teased.

You gave a friendly smile and waved the notebook a little. ‘’I’ll be assuming I won’t be needing this?”

‘’the usual please.’’ He grinned and leaned on his forearms, each hand resting on his elbows while he leaned forward. He almost gave off the vibe like his eyes would look you over but they never had.. not while you faced him anyway. ‘’get something for yourself, it’s on me.’’

‘’the benefit to working here is that I get my drinks for free.’’ You laughed while you slip your notebook into your apron.

‘’well then allow me to buy you something different.. elsewhere.’’ He said gently, not a demanding note in his voice while he set down a $20.

‘’for someone who gets the same thing practically every day, you should know it’s not $20’’ you laugh and pick it up to retrieve his receipt.

‘’consider it a tip then, as a compliment to your memory.’’ He grinned while you hesitate before giving him a friendly shrug.

‘’the tip jar will be much appreciative, as will the rest of the staff.’’ You smile gently- hating your boss for not allowing direct tips but at least it was just you and Sarah splitting it this time.

‘’you never answered my question.’’ He smirks.

You hesitate a little to remember before you smile sheepishly. ‘’I appreciate the drink offer but-‘’ you jump a little as the sound of broken glass fills your ears behind you. Turning around, a customer cups her cheeks in embarrassment while she scoots her chair away from the broken cup.

‘’oh my god I am so sorry-‘’

‘’don’t worry about it, it happens.’’ You smile, waving it off as you hurry over to clean it up. ‘’Sarah, please bring the dustpan-‘’ you call over while beginning to carefully gather up the larger pieces with your hands.

‘’I would be a bit more careful than to pick up glass-‘’ a familiar voice spoke up above you while your eyes landed on his shoes in front of you. You glance up to see your regular customer you had just spoken with- and left while he gazes down at you with a hint fo concern. Damn he was tall..

‘’it’s okay, its just- ow!’’ you yelp, the sharp pain in your finger causing you to flinch back and hold your hand to your chest.

‘’oh dear.. here, let me see..’’ he says gently and kneeled down onto one knee, his hand taking your wrist before you could think twice. ‘’just a small cut, I think you will live another day to take my order.’’ He winked with a teasing tone while he reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a handkerchief.

You could feel the slight redness come to your cheeks as his soft, slender fingers paid careful attention at holding your hand up while his other began wrapping your finger in a snug bandage. He was close where you couldn’t help but inhale, gathering the scent of pine and masculinity.. much like your boyfriends. You didn’t know you were staring until his eyes rose to meet yours, almost start long you out of your thoughts as his beautiful blue orbs searched yours.

‘’it’s on me this time, as a thank you.’’ You said quietly, slipping the $20 into his hand to place your other while you stood up and took a careful step back from the glass.

‘’what of your tip?” he raises a brow, standing up where he then reminded you of how different his height was compared to yours.

‘’it’s-‘’ you began before Sarah appeared between you both and she cleared her throat.

‘’id step back if I were you, don’t need any more injuries- mind watching the counter while I take care of this?” she said quickly and began brooming up the glass, brushing against the man’s shoes that made him take a step back with the smallest look of irritation before his eyes softened back at you.

‘’I suppose I shall see myself off right now, until then Y/N.’’ he smiled, his eyes never leaving yours until he fully passed you to leave.

‘’..wait- your-‘’ you were to late as he walks out, the money still in your hand as you watch him disappear from your winds.

‘’he gave you a lot of do-me eyes.’’ Sarah whispered with a not-so-sure teasing voice.

‘’nah, he’s just nice..’’ you shake your head but even you could see the hesitation on your face as you look down at the money in your hand.

‘’just make sure you tip stays money.’’ She warned before she headed off with the glass and with you looking back towards the door with a held breath.

~

No.. no no no no.. no- you couldn’t have.. you couldn’t’ have known.. non of this was your fault- not really.. the red flags were just.. not enough to take in consideration..

How was any of this your fault?

How were you suppose to know a car was parked behind the café? How were you suppose to know that closing alone would present opportunity? how were you suppose to know the danger that came after hanging up on your over-worried boyfriend? How were you suppose to know that this man.. this regular customer, would be sneaking up behind you and-

‘’I’ve waited to long darling to let some jealous boyfriend get in my way’’ he hissed in your ear, hand firmly clamped over your mouth while his arms wrapped around your middle, pinning your arms to your sides firmly with incredibly impossible strength-

A muffled sound came out of your mouth, most likely cuss words as your body squirmed while his chest stayed firmly against your back. It was as if you were a mouse, weak and in the clutches of a cat who didn’t seem to be bothered by any attempts you gave to free yourself. You felt your feet being pulled along the side walk while he got you to the side of the building and your front pressed up against the brick. The night air seemed to consume you while the moonlight gave no help into indicating a person near by to flag for help.

Help..

‘’You have no idea how exhausting holding up that spell can be, it is degrading to pose as a common weak mortal on top of it all’’ he said in disgust while two prong like things seemed to rest on the back of your head, almost as if they were horns as he kept his face close to whisper. You felt his chest press more into your back, hearing an inhale before a light breathy moan left his lips, having captured your scent. ‘’I’ve been watching you for some time darling, waiting.. But of course, you already knew that, don’t you?” he smirked, spinning you around to face him with a hand at your throat, threatening to squeeze if you would dare make a sound.

Your fingers latched onto his wrist automatically, knowing trying to pry it away was a fools game but the attempt was there. Your eyes widened upon the stranger who’s face seemed to give off enough recognition in what little light the night provided.

The stranger.. your customer.. no?- Loki?... your eyes widened at the sight of your boyfriend, how his horns framed his face with a sinister expression while he held you firm against the wall with one hand. His attire was- different.. seeming to take on a government official look or.. presidential vibe. What the hell was going on??

By your eyes alone, he seemed to throw his head back and laugh, the button flashing in the moonlight that read “president”. ‘’rest assured darling, I am Loki but I am not your boyfriend. Merely a.. version of him.’’ he smirked, clearly amused by your betrayed look on your features that quickly switched off to fear and confusion.

‘’what are you- talking about?” you gasped out, this ‘Loki’ granting you a little bit of air when your eyes began to flutter.

‘’Let me make one thing clear darling. I am no variant. All other Loki’s are variants of me, i am the superior one. Make no mistake about that.’’ he clarified with a dangerous expression before it seemed to change into his sick, calm smirk. ‘’and you, darling, are the right person to help me.’’

‘’w-what?” you gasped out, still trying to understand as your body tensed. At least you knew your Loki was safe if this wasn’t the one you knew..

‘’Your different from the others, you understand humans more than they understand themselves. You listen, help, care and observe.’’ he explained, his voice a bit softer as is his eyes while he remembered watching you all the time from the café. ‘’I will be in need of your input against these worthless mortals, what they look for and can sway them to get the votes. Obviously just until i am in power, then i will be able to show them what true power is and what their position needs to be, but a human understands a human. And what better human to help me.. Amongst other things, than you?’’ he smirked.

Your eyes widened while his eyes seem to slowly move down to look over your body, his grip holding firm while the other hand slowly rose up to trace a finger along your jawline. Your body shivered, tensed and your eyes glared daggers at him you wished would hurt him.

‘’fuck you! When Loki gets a hold of you, I promise you will surely- gah!”’ you gasped as he squeezed ever so slightly to cut your words, forcing you to continue purely on breathing while his eyes hardened.

‘’that variant will be lucky to be left alive under my rule, let alone get you back.’’ His eyes then indicated an idea before he gave a small smirk with his eyes flashing over you. ‘’Unless of course, i decide to keep you intact so that i could use you more than once.’’ he purred, keeping a hand at your throat while the other dipped into your cleavage, fingertips brushing up against your soft skin ‘’everything will get easier the more willing you become. Help me, and your boyfriend won’t die’’ he proposed, his eyes deadly serious.

Your eyes widened while your body stilled. He was dangerous and you weren’t sure how capable he was, even though you had faith in your boyfriend. What could you do right now? Play dumb to get lose and escape? He was smart and you were sure he would see through it immediately while your eyes slowly closed to think and ignore his unwanted attention while his finger tips seem to trace your collarbones and back down to between your breasts before trailing back up in a teasing motion. You weren’t sure what he wanted help with still, but it seemed to be negotiation purely, which you had a chance swaying the people still to rise up against him. if you made it that far..

‘’fine.. I’ll help you..’’

‘Loki’ laughed again, looking upon you with comical seriousness while he tilted his head slightly. ‘’And how, darling, would you prove to me that you will help me and not go against your word? Humans are notorious on that, and i could easily slit your boyfriend’s throat if even a second of your betrayal. How could you possibly expect me to let you go like this when you are waiting for the moment to strike?’’

‘’you are similar to him.. my Loki.. you can tell if I’m lying or not, right?” you asked quietly while he paused his hand to study your face, his eyes narrowing while he seemed to concentrate.

After a moment, he smirked, sensing no lies as he leaned forward, the tip of his nose gliding down your cheek and to your jawline before he hummed, taking in your sweet scent again. ‘’you work for me now darling, and I shall trust you until said otherwise. And that will mean that I own you.. every, single, part of you..’’ his lips murmured against your skin, a soft kiss to follow each word trailed your jawline towards your ear before you felt his warm tongue run a slow trail up to your earlobe ‘’at least.. soon..’’

‘’hey- get the fuck away from her!’’ a man yelled, standing in the middle of the ally way he must have wondered before getting close enough to take in the scene.

‘Loki’ rolled his eyes and looked over at him, clearly unbothered but thoroughly annoyed with the man who pointed a pocket knife in his direction. ‘’You humans have a tendency to think you can simply just win everything with the mask of intimidation. I’m sure your fear will have no problem showing itself when you’ve realized your wrongful action’’ his other hand stretched out, palm facing towards him before shooting a sliver of light that illuminated with a greenish tint at him, evaporating into his stomach while the man gasped and looked down with confusion.

No sooner did he look up to speak before his body suddenly enclosed in itself with the horrifying brief sound of bone cracking and innards gurling before his body disappeared completely. The sound of hyperventilating drew ‘Loki’s’ eyes back to you who looked towards the scene still with panicked eyes and mouth searching for words.

‘’I’ve always admired your human’s determination and guts, but that will not do if you are to know your place. Without it, uprising will send you all back into chaos and filth that covers this world. Don’t you agree?’’

‘’you.. you killed him..’’ you breathed, eyes seeming to not be able to look away at what was.

‘’I lost soul that was better to be disposed of than properly trained.’’ ‘Loki’ waved his hand in dismissal while his eyes softened to study yours. ‘’better to pick thy battles for those who show better potential.’’ His hand finally removed itself from her throat, moving now to cup her jaw while his thumb and pointing finger added a little pressure to press her cheeks forward, seeming to pucker her lips a little where his eyes flickers down at with lust in his eyes.

‘’Every day I wondered what you’d do with your life, or if you enjoyed being at the bottom of this economy cleaning glass and serving muffins.’’ His other hand took hold of her wrist, holding her hand up before his fingers gripped his handkerchief from the other day for her wound and pulled it off. ‘’You’re better than that,.. but if you will yourself at the bottom, you’ll always be at the bottom. Just as you are now, under my boot.’’ he smirked and ran his tongue over your wound, his eyes practically fluttering as he moaned at the taste of your blood. ‘’Which is why i offer you this chance. Thank me later if you must, I’m sure you’re still concentrating on how your sacrifice has saved your boyfriend. But you'll learn to be selfish soon enough.’’

‘’you’re a monster..’’ you breath out, your body tensing as he leans forward and ghosts the tip of his nose against yours, his eyes falling down to your lips while your hands grip his wrist at your jaw.

‘’monsters turn away from it’s society. I know you will see my offered salvation for this world, soon enough..’’ he murmured before brushing his lips against yours, almost seeming to tease himself as his lips turned up into a grin before he pressed them more firmly against yours.

‘’mmph-‘’ your grip tightened, body pressing more into the brick behind you as if to create any distance you could away from him- but he pressed on.

His body seemed to mold against yours like a glove, a perfect fit if it wasn’t for the fact that this situation was wrong.. so.. so.. wrong.. you squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to try not to think about what was happening right now, and what will happen after.

You should have listened to Loki and his incredible instincts.. your body shook and you felt the tears fall down your cheeks at the memory, at how he pleaded, and how you ignored him. ‘Loki’ continued to kiss you and hum against your lips while your mind all but told you you wished you could kiss your Loki one more time.. to ask and beg for forgiveness.. will he still love you after that? At what you’ll be after this?

‘’your tears will taste all the more sweeter when they run down your cheeks from joy and ecstasy, this I promise you darling..’’ he murmured against you, having pulled you away from your thoughts to realize he had ran his tongue gently to take in your liquid sorrow. You didn’t even have the sanity to respond anymore as your heart tightened while he paid no mind at how you felt and merely tilted your head to the side, showing and granting more access to your throat in which he began to indulge with sucking and nipping.

Help..

‘I’m here..’

The familiar voice in your mind had your eyes shoot open to find that ‘Loki’ was staring at you, eyes just as wide as mouth gaped open with words that had been lost for who knows how long before realization. His body was still, tense and hand still gripping your jaw in a much looser form before his hand dropped to his side with his eyes now glazing over. You pressed your back against the brick, body frozen and panicked with not even a dare in your mind to move.

But he did..

With a sharp inhale, ‘Loki’s’ body tensed before his eyes closed before you finally saw it. His body shook, light seemed to spring out from his chest before it spread out to cover the rest. Everywhere the light appeared, his body would vanish. Your eyes widened, in confusion and shook with fear whatever was happening would happen to you. His head tilted up, his sharp jawline highlighted in the moonlight before he jerked again with a grunt, eyes shooting open and hands pressed into the brick beside your head- startling you with a quick yelp.

‘’I.. will.. find-‘’ he then gasped and in one quick second, his entire form vanished with a flick of light, causing you to cover your eyes with quick breaths of panic.

Blinking to clear your vision, you slowly lowered your hand, having heard pants to match your own as you looked in front of you to see Loki, panting and shaking with a strange prod of some sort in his extended hand where the.. President Loki had stood. His eyes were exhausted but in fear, hair messed up like he had been running his hand through it all day and clothes wrinkled, being the same ones form this morning.

‘’L-Loki..’’ you breathed, your voice cracking with relief washing over you while he dropped the prob away from him before rushing forward. His arms engulfed you in a second, your face burying itself in his chest as his arms held you close and his chin on top of your head.

‘’are you hurt? Are you okay? Who was that? Do you need anything? Are you hurt?” he rambled, his voice barely above a whisper as his heart thundered in his chest while he pulled back just enough for his eyes to scan over your body.

‘’I’m okay I’m okay-‘’ you clam him quickly, your hands holding onto him tight as you get as close as possible and shook in his embrace. ‘’it was- he was.. I don’t know.. he was you, but- not you? A variant of some sorts.. posed as one of my customers’’ you tell him with a racing mind, still trying to understand it himself while Loki raised a brow and blinked.

‘’a variant?” he thought out loud, tensing as he held you closer and his head rose, looking around as if to make sure they were still safe. ‘’I’m not sure how that’s possible..’’

‘’wha.. what is that thing?” you asked, your eyes falling down to the prob that lay on the floor, it’s tip no longer glowing.

‘’a friend of mine gave it to me, guess it came in handy..’’ you could hear the attempted smile in his voice as he turned and kept his arm around your side. ‘’I think it’s best if we talk somewhere safer, let’s go home..’’ he whispered, his body still tense while his eyes searched your surroundings.

You quickly nodded, glancing back behind you at the scene you had just been. ‘Loki’ gone and a man dead, no evidence left behind.. what did it all mean? Why you? Why Loki?.. your mind continued to race even after you’ve gone to bed, keeping yourself close to your boyfriend’s side while slept took it’s time to come.

And it did, eventually.

The sun behind your eye lids indicated that it was morning, making your squeeze them shut tighter as your fingers pulled the pillow over your face. You were tired.. so so tired..

The feeling of soft finger tips trailed over your spine, traveling up your neck before gliding down to your tail bone in a repetitive journey. The sheet lay just over your lower self while you tried going back to sleep on your stomach, strongly debating if you wanted to if your boyfriend was going to continue to arouse you like this with somehow only a finger.

‘’darling..’’ his voice whispered, a little muffled where you had to lighten on your hold on the pillow over your head with your lips smiled at his voice.

‘’hmm?” you hummed with tired pleasure, the feeling of his hand and the sound of his voice never failing to sooth you. Until what he said made your eyes shook open and your body tense under his touch.

‘’..i don’t want you going to work today..’’ 

The ending is up to you, that's the spookiness behind it i suppose Lol

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[milkykittyy]

enhypen and Lesserafim dynamics? Who from Lesserafim is closest to enhypen and like wise

Enhypen and Le Sserafim dynamics connection?

**For entertainment purposes only — based on current energy, which may shift over time. I read with care , not assumption, and I honor what the cards reveal without judgment or distortion.**

So, based on these cards?

Yeah, there’s definitely a connection between them, and it actually feels pretty positive and soft.

They come off as friendly and emotionally comfortable around each other. The Ten of Cups really— like there’s warmth, mutual respect, and a shared understanding.Their energy gives cozy, “we vibe well” kind of feelings. Like they feel safe around each other and probably enjoy each other company.

They don’t feel heavy or pressured around each other — it’s the kind of connection where they can just relax and be themselves (Ten of Wands reversed). There’s a playful, lighthearted side to it too (The Fool). Some members might joke around, tease a little, or be quietly curious about one another. At the same time, there’s still a sense of personal space (Queen of Swords, Seven of Wands). Some are probably a bit protective of their boundaries or image. So while the overall vibe is good and friendly, not everyone’s fully open there’s still a layer of healthy distance.

The connection feels like it’s slowly growing through shared work — things like performances, events, or just spending more time around each other. It’s giving “warming up over time” vibes (Eight of Pentacles, Four of Pentacles reversed), like they’re gradually opening up, bit by bit.

At the same time, there’s this soft, nurturing energy between the groups (The Empress, Page of Cups) — gentle, kind, and emotionally open. Some of them likely check in, offer quiet support, or even admire each other from afar. It’s subtle, but it feels emotionally real.

Overall

They’re friendly, for sure. Not fake, not just surface-level coworkers. But it’s not like the whole group is best friends either. So yes— friendly, lowkey, with some personal connection, especially between certain members. Probably more comfortable and real than we get to see publicly.

Who from Lesserafim is closest to enhypen ?

From what I’ve read, when it comes to one-on-one connections.

Yunjin seems to have a good relationship with Jungwon, Jay, and Jake. (Lately, she seems pretty close with Jungwon —I actually got The Lovers and Two of Cups when I read their friendship connection)

Ni-Ki and Eunchae are friends too. (Maybe quite close) Ni-ki and Eunchae friendship dynamic link🌟

The rest seem more like just professional friendships.

[hwnglx]

for anon with the red heart ❤️

winter's reputation among idols

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

female idols

female idols see winter as a go-getter. there is this perception of her being very charismatic, and knowing how to charm people in order to get her way. like she just has this natural appeal that she can turn on, and it can instantly get her anything she wants. they believe it can get very fake, she just plays people to her advantage in their eyes.

a lot of female idols also think she's incredibly eager, to an excessive extent. they believe she's a bit of a spoiled and entitled brat. she doesn't know how to appreciate what she's given, and therefore is never really satisfied. in their eyes winter can get selfish and harsh with her words, and constantly expects the best treatment only, because that's what she's used to. i can see many of them believing that sm idols in general, but especially aespa, have a huge advantage by being in the right company at the right time. they think that winter also benefits from that privilege, however is so deep in her delusion that she isn't aware of it.

female idols think that anyone could've gone that far if they had a big company like sm pushing them the way they do, and being so overly protective of their image. they think that she's just a great product of marketing. someone who appears to be this perfect and likable sweetheart, but is very vain and full of herself behind closed doors.

i can sense a big disconnect to a good portion of girls who look at her in a pretty prejudiced manner and judge her on a surface-level, without even getting to know her. she has an arrogant and inaccessible image, which seems to have spread throughout a lot of the community. they just form opinions on her without even talking to her personally. there's also this vibe of thinking her whole 😇 persona just not being representative of who she actually is, because she just appears too perfect to many idols. (so surprisingly similar to wonyoung) like “she's always smiling and putting on this lovely act on cam but doesn't even talk to us off camera, what a bitch.” is what it's giving. (jeez these girls are ruthless)

male idols

male idols' perceptions of winter seem to vary more. some of them seem to look at her as a genuine sweetheart, who has very gentle and pleasant energy. they think that she's someone who beyond all the gossip and shit talk, is sincerely nice. like she truly doesn't resemble the image some people seem to have of her. i can see some male idols meeting her and being surprised at how friendly and personable she is.

however, some male idols also seem to carry a sense of mistrust towards her, and i think a lot of that (plus the entirety of female idols' apparent misconception) just comes from her being very protective and distant around most people. they think she's all nice and polite when you approach her, but it's incredibly difficult to actually get close to her. she just doesn't engage in much conversation outside what is needed for professional purposes, and prefers to keep a more intimate and tight circle. there is this huge vibe of, just not really knowing who she actually is. so naturally, many of them start forming opinions and making judgements of winter based on what they think she could be, or what they want her to be. she for sure has this unapproachable and cold image to most male idols. many of them can't figure her out.

they also think that, she's just very focused on herself and her own ambitions. she doesn't concern herself with anyone else's business, because she puts much determination into herself. it's almost like, she'll engage with someone if she feels like it'll be to her advantage, but stay distant if it doesn't serve her in any way. male idols think she behaves in a very calculated manner and exactly knows what she's doing, and how she needs to act in certain instances. they think she might be hiding a lot of her more fierce and driven sides for most people not to see. there might be talks and gossip of her saying some mean stuff to people behind the scenes.

[worthyprnce]

What type of pet would the Merlin characters have in a modern au?

OMG I LOVE THIS QUESTION 🤩 would you mind if I make this a long post with pictures and all?? I hope not because I will. let's go!!!

gwaine — i have this little headcanon of mine that modern gwaine spends a few years traveling around the world alone except for the company of a black cat he rescued in one of his early adventures. but in his childhood and teens I can definitely see him with a pet iguana.

merlin — merlin would also have cats. a cute calico he rescued and soon realized she was pregnant, and so he also has one of her kittens, an orange one. when gwaine comes back with his own cat and starts living with merlin, the three of them get along very well and become an inseparable trio. but for some reason I can also picture merlin having an borzoi dog as well as the cats. I don't know how friendly they are with cats though, and I see him more as a cat person, but I added a picture of the dog as a reference anyway (she matches with his first kitten because I love when animals match, you'll see). but to me he probably has the cats only. moving on....

gwen — gwen also has a cat. a pretty brown/white cat. however she also has a dalmatian. she got them both when they were very young, so the two of them are two beautiful ladies who get along with eachother perfectly. and the reason I gave her a dalmatian is simply because, and hear me out please: arwen 101 dalmatians au.

arthur — arthur is 100% a dog person to me. and I looooooove this little 101 dalmatians arwen au I have in my mind. they met just like in the movie, they were both walking their dogs and the dogs had them wrapped around their leashes. later arthur found out gwen was his sister's best friend who she was talking about ever since she came back to camelot (morgana lived somewhere else for a while, uni reasons, and also let's pretend camelot is a modern place too because I'm too tired to think of some alternative and I don't want to say london because that's lazy and a ridiculous cliché. anyway). boom. love at first sight, met cute, soulmates finding eachother with a little help of their dogs.

morgana — I'm not sure about her, actually. I have three options in my mind, so you can decide for yourself what you like best for her. I think she would have either two black sphinx cats, two black borzoi dogs or three black dobermans, cerberus kinda vibe. she's a baddie, her pets would be too

percival — I love the trope big muscular guy with tiny cute kitten. that's percy to me. I'm not sure about how many cats he would have, I can see him with only up to three, but idk. maybe he helped to rescue three little kittens that were abandoned somewhere and he kept them all because he is a gentle giant <3

lancelot — I can see him both as a dog and a cat person. maybe he has both cats and dogs, but idk.... I think he would have one or the other. however, if he had a dog it would be a brown labrador. idk why... I'm not 100% sure about him, but I think a labrador would fit him somehow.

leon — I see him having very knightly dog breeds, if that makes sense. dogs that still give off the "my owner is a knight" vibe. like either a scottish deerhound, an irish wolfhound or a greyhound.

elyan — a bernese!!! and a calico cat too, one of the kittens merlin's cat had :) elyan is that kind of person that is also traveling to many different places and he is very active even when he is at home. and to me, he fits a bernese perfectly. it's a cute dog, very very cute, but he is also big and active, he needs attention, space and a good routine, and elyan is a perfect owner for him imo. his cat loves to make company for him too, even if she is not as active as her little brother dog. she likes to walk around with him too.

mordred — a pair of bunnies :) he got one when he was a child and got used to them, so he doesn't see himself owning a dog or a cat now.

[chroniclesofskz]

Beneath the Summer Sky

Romance with fluff elements and light, suggestive intimacy

Under the blazing summer sun, old friends clash, secrets spill, and hearts collide. Felix has returned, carrying guilt and longing—now, on a sunlit beach, they learn that love might be the greatest adventure of all. When confessions slip and feelings finally surface, can they take the leap into something more?

The Australian sun poured its golden light over the secluded beach, casting a warm glow that made everything shimmer. The waves rolled in gentle, rhythmic patterns, whispering secrets to the sand. Y/N leaned casually against Seabreeze Snacks, her family’s cozy beach hut, which was painted in bright, cheerful colors. She wore her favorite Levi shorts, a soft baby pink bikini top that complemented her sun-kissed glow, and a light, sheer off-the-shoulder tank top that fluttered with the breeze. Her hair was pulled into a loose side braid, with tendrils escaping to frame her face, giving her that effortless, laid-back vibe that only someone truly comfortable in their skin could carry. Her eyes sparkled under the sunlight, bright and lively, full of the joy that this quiet spot always brought her.

Across the sand, the Stray Kids members were playing a lively game of football, their loud laughter echoing out into the blue sky. Felix, ever the cheerful and energetic one, was in the thick of it, his face lit up with a bright smile. But today, despite the exuberance, his gaze kept flickering toward her. Every time she cheered a teammate or chewed on her bottom lip while watching the game, his heart fluttered. He was grateful for these moments, even if they made his cheeks warm and his palms sweat.

Finally, Felix found a break in the game and jogged toward her family’s little shop, affectionately called The Tidal Treats. It was her family’s beachside haven—simple, cozy, and filled with the smell of fresh snacks and salty air. As he approached, he hesitated for a moment, feeling a little nervous. He knew she was busy with her work, but some instinct told him to come say hi, to find a reason to talk to her.

"Hey, Y/N," Felix said as he stepped up to the counter, the warmth of his smile trying to hide his nerves. "Can I get a couple of drinks for the guys? Something cold that hits the spot?"

Her face brightened when she saw him. "Of course! I’ll grab them right now," she said cheerfully, flipping open a cooler. Her relaxed, friendly voice and dainty smile made Felix’s heart skip a beat. Her eyes, so bright and full of life, made him forget how nervous he was.

He watched her move with quick, confident motions—her easy confidence seemingly shining in the bright sunlight. But his courage faltered just enough to make his words sound a little shaky. “Uh… actually, y’know… the guys would love for you to join them later. We’re just hanging out here for a bit. You’re welcome to come, if you’re not busy.”

Y/N looked up, surprised for a moment, then smiled shyly. “My shift ends in about ten minutes,” she said softly. “I’d love to join you—and the drinks are on the house. It’s still work, technically, but I think my family would be okay with it.”

Felix’s smile grew wider. “Well, in that case”—he hesitated for a beat—“I insist on paying.” His cheeks tinted pink. “It’s the least I can do.”

She giggled, cheeks rosy, and nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you guys soon.”

When her shift was finally over, she carefully removed her little work tank top, leaving only her bikini top and shorts. She glanced in a tide pool nearby, checking her reflection, then took a deep breath, nervous but excited. She knew today was special — her first time really meeting the other band members apart from Chan, who she’d known for a while. The thought made her stomach flutter.

Meanwhile, the group was still pretty lively, splashing and joking around by the water’s edge. Felix spotted her first and waved her over eagerly. “Hey! You made it,” he said with a grin, his eyes sparkling. His bubbly personality made everyone happy, but especially her. She stepped closer, feeling the warmth of the moment.

“Hi,” she said softly, shy but smiling. Her heart was pounding — this was Felix, the boy she’d known nearly her whole life, but also a total crush she’d kept hidden for so long. She tried to keep her composure, even as Felix’s easy charm made her blush.

The group was already planning a mini Olympics, a fun competition to settle who footed the bill for tonight’s dinner. Felix handed her a bib in cheerful red, imagining her on his team. “You’re on my side,” he said confidently, eyes playful.

“Let’s see if you keep up, Y/N,” Felix teased with a grin, handing her a bright red bib. Her cheeks warmed at the playful tone, but she accepted it, nervous yet excited to be part of the fun. The others gathered around, splitting into teams of five and four as the first game—football—kicked off with loud cheers and spirited shouts. Y/N, despite saying she wasn’t particularly good, surprised everyone with her agility and sneaky skills. Her tackles were fierce, and she outmaneuvered even the tallest guys, her eyes shining with a fierce competitive streak that only made Felix’s admiration grow.

Watching her was like witnessing a different side of her—confident, fierce, radiant under the sun. Felix couldn’t stop cheering her on, feeling his heart thump faster every time she scored a goal or made a slick move. The way her hair glistened, her skin glowing in the sunlight, her smile infectious—none of that escaped his notice. She was more than just his childhood friend today; she was his rising star on the sand.

When the football game wrapped up, they moved to badminton, where she admitted her skills were more “practice than expertise,” but her enthusiasm made up for any lack of finesse. She swung wildly at first, laughing at her own goofy attempts, then gradually found her rhythm, giggling more with each rally. Felix watched her as she laughed, her face lit up with genuine joy, a stark contrast to the shy girl she was just a few minutes ago. Her carefree attitude and natural smile made his stomach flip—a feeling he wasn’t entirely used to but was beginning to embrace.

The sun was climbing lower, casting long golden shadows over the beach, when somebody suggested a water fight. Instantly, chaos ensued—splashing, running, and shouting. Felix couldn’t resist joining in, grabbing Y/N’s waist and hauling her under a spray of salty water. She squealed, laughing uncontrollably and trying to wiggle free. Her wet hair stuck to her face as she tried to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed from both exertion and happiness.

Not to be outdone, Y/N retaliated fiercely, dunking Felix headfirst into the shallow tide pool. He surfaced coughing, water streaming down his face, curls plastered to his forehead. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently tuck a stray strand of wet hair behind Felix’s face, her fingertips grazing his skin in a soft, intimate gesture. Felix looked at her with wide-eyed surprise, his cheeks flushing slightly at her tenderness. Then she doubled over in giggles, still soaked but glowing with pure happiness. Felix wiped his face with his sleeve, then gently splashed her back—more playfully now—feeling his grin grow wider as she squealed again, her laughter bubbly and lighthearted. He watched her—so alive, so carefree—and for a moment, he forgot about everything else, lost in the warmth of her smile and the playful sparks igniting between them.

Later, as the sky painted itself in shades of fiery orange and pink, Felix suggested a peaceful walk down the beach. The others went ahead, leaving Felix and Y/N to wander side by side where the sand was softer, quieter. They found a tiny, secluded spot behind a thicket of bushes, where their towels lay crumpled on the sand. The breeze was cool, and their damp bodies soaked up the salty air, sending a gentle chill through them.

They settled down on the warm sand, Y/N resting her head gently on Felix’s shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. Felix looked down at her, a mix of emotions flickering across his face. His heart pounded loudly, feeling the weight of everything he’d carried with him. He hesitated, then finally mustered the courage to speak.

“I honestly don’t want to leave,” he admitted quietly, his voice thick with feeling. “It’s so hard to go when I feel like I’m leaving my best friend behind. Especially now that I’m back in Australia—I’ve carried so much guilt for leaving you all those years ago. I chased my dreams, but I’ve always felt bad for abandoning you, for not being here when you needed me. And I’ve never stopped wishing I could turn back the clock just to tell you how much you mean to me.”

Y/N listened quietly, her gaze softening, but she didn’t interrupt. Instead, she gently took his hand in hers, squeezing it reassuringly. “You’re here now,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “That’s what counts. I’ve always wanted what’s best for you, Felix. Honestly, I don’t care about the guilt or the regrets—I just want you to be happy, to chase your dreams and be the person you’re meant to be. My own feelings? They don’t matter. My selfishness isn’t going to stop you from doing what you love.”

As she spoke, her voice grew more unfiltered, almost rambling on the raw honesty pouring out. She looked away briefly, cheeks flushing, her words tumbling free—everything she’d been holding inside all this time. “I love you,” she blurted suddenly, the words spilling out before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened in shock, and she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth, her face turning beet red. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment, horrified by what she’d just revealed.

Felix’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t say a word at first. Instead, he gazed at her, a mixture of affection and amusement flickering across his face. Slowly, he reached up, gently removing her hand from her mouth, and looked into her eyes with a soft, understanding smile. “You really do love me,” he murmured, voice tender.

Y/N’s cheeks were blazing, her heart hammering so loudly she thought he might hear it. “I… I didn’t mean to say that,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—”

He took her trembling hand in his, his gaze full of gentle reassurance. “Hey,” he whispered softly, “you don’t have to hide it anymore. I’ve always known—I've always felt the same. And maybe I’ve been too afraid to admit it myself. But now… I want us to be more than just friends, Y/N. I want to see where this could go.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but a hesitant smile formed on her lips. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips brushing softly against his in a shuddering, tentative kiss. Felix responded immediately, deepening the kiss as the feelings they’d both been hiding burst free. Her hands found his waist, and suddenly she was straddling him, feeling the strength of his abs through his shirt. Their bodies pressed close, igniting a heat that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

In that moment, they knew—they wanted something more than friendship. Something real, something lasting. But just as the intensity built and Felix’s lips were swollen from the passion, he instinctively hesitated. His breath was ragged, and he looked at her—his eyes dark with longing. “Hey,” he whispered softly, “we don’t have to rush. Let’s take our time. I want to do this right.”

Y/N’s face was still flushed and her chest heaved as she nodded softly, feeling a mixture of relief and eager anticipation. Felix gently brushed his fingers over her lips, feeling the weight of what they’d just revealed. “We’ll make it work,” he promised softly. “I swear. This—us—this is just the beginning.”

They stayed there, hearts pounding, knowing everything between them had shifted forever. They were stepping into something deeper—something more real—and whatever the future held, together was the only way they’d face it.

[psychiatry-and-poetry]

Out-of-Pocket Quotes

A/N: These are random quotes I have overheard, seen, or said irl and I thought it would be funny to make a little compilation of them here! Lmk what you think of these (bonus points if you try to guess where these come from/the context!) Also, note that these might be offensive jokes in some cases but I don't actually mean anything with these

What if the king was on drugs?

You’re the reason people yell fire instead of help

Hashtag yakuza fan page

I want a lobotomy

How much pussy do you think I’d need to eat before I die?

Your spiritual level dick

If you were Pinocchio, you’d have a nose long enough to ride

I did not need to be flashed by Italy’s fascist dictator

We turn on the stove but lay in the pan

Mr. Incognito over here

I’m very economic friendly

Ugh, heterosexuals

I’m gonna put you in a chamber

“I love sluts, I want an orgasm” in a dream

No, homosexuality is big enough of a contraceptive

Last time, you dislocated his cotton

That seems like Lord Farquaad from Shrek put into Benito Mussolini

Did you see his speeches? It looked like a Taylor Swift concert

I'm not a software. I’m hardware, cause I’m always hard

I don’t know, I think it would be unethical to give out small children

I only showed my boobs to (name)! It’s the same thing!

World peace is lame, I like employment

No, actually, I'm going to seduce German brainrot

Jalapeños in your ass water

You know the saying “the more, the merrier”? I think they were referring to polyamory

It means you’re a gay whore

I’m doing gay shit and I keep touching his ass. I need to calm down.

Homiesexual

A fetish for fibre? Yeah, that’s a fibre addiction

It’s not cheating if it’s a threesome

She should be illegal! No, she’s an aryan

So apparently WikiHow supports mpreg?

It’s like 37 degrees here. Wait, let me get that for you in communism units

So Dorothy is basically a terrorist

Do you know what it feels like when I point at your eyeball?

Why are you leaking rulers?

The lottery is more complex than childbirth

Why are white people…scientifically? Do they have hidden whiteness?

Why are we so weird? No, we’re just queer

The human body has 206 bones. When I’m with children, I have 207

Be molested or something

I want to permanently mutate my body

Imaginary logs sound schizophrenic

You felt her gaze? More like you felt her gays

Do it before it does you

Why are these incest tomatoes?

They could have been sexting through carrier pigeons

It’s like the Pokémon fish version of Chappell Roan

Hamstring? Yeah I’m about to string your ham

I’m pretty sure I have to be made by two straight people

Mildred from Fahrenheit 451 is basically their version of an iPad kid

Does herpes make me cry?

Apparently seagulls are gay

Dora is so terrorist-coded

How hot does the Earth have to be for our farts to spontaneously combust?

Fuck off, hydrogen!

You know what’s really bad? Sexual torture

You’re not white. Yay!

Let’s peel back hairlines like we peel back layers of onions

This is definitely dinosaur porn

Your bloodline probably has 25 STDs but you do you

I didn’t sign up for having weird, disfigured incest babies

See, this is why guillotines are the best!

It tasted like perverted sushi

I love bombing brown children, someone’s gotta do it

Mmm, plant sperm, smells delicious

Burning is not a personality trait

He drew a really shitty tree that looked like a uterus

Maybe buildings can have sex, maybe we just don’t know it yet

Reptiles would be such good capitalists

Euler was the first gigachad

Phonic apparatus

International transcendence

Hitler, you can’t take the Jews. Give them back!

World War 2 was just a failed version of gentle parenting

It’s dick macaroni

Stop bringing the incestual vibe to the function

Hitler was like the suicidal son they never wanted

My friend is investing in the stock market, which is basically glorified gambling

Why are you molesting my spoon?

Do your child victims relate?

I abuse all my friends equally

How is cannibalism not PG-13?

Everyone walking around is superhuman. Except poor people

It’s not considered kidnapping a kid if it’s an orphan. Then it’s free housing

How many grandmas could you drop kick before you die?

Dear King Philip came over for gay sex

Why are whales better at sex than humans are?

My trans parent bed is part of the LGBTQ furniture

Why would I jerk off to Hitler’s ghost?

Homophobia is cool if I hate straight people more

I really didn’t think (name) would be into a dead fascist, but here we are

Bisexual until proven straight

We don’t discriminate when it comes to molesting

This is corruption therapy

They don’t need Jesus guys, they just need the IB

Don’t worry guys, it’s not infidelity, it’s pedophilia, which is better

When in doubt, Pavlov yourself

I'm not gonna teach you sex ed for lesbians!

How long do you think you'd be able to use a corpse as a boxing bag?

Maybe if you make your cow run enough, it'll start producing lactic acid

I'm gonna lie on my deathbed jacking off to AO3

I can shove 8 baguettes up my ass

Polyamory is like one of those Egyptian pharaohs

Bro forgot he wasn't playing tennis when he started clapping balls

Can you deep fry a dick?

I want to have a war crime named after me

Feral kids are very easy to mass produce

Why would you clone humans? It's called having a child

Think colonial thoughts

I feel like my intestine is getting sticky

The unit circle is definitely an alcoholic, abusive man

I don't remember there being a KKK in my hair

"It was dark and someone started screaming." "Was it you?" "...Yes."

I wasn't expecting a thirst trap for Punnett squares on my fyp

Live, laugh, be a faggot

If the wind is a bit too strong she might catch feelings for Mother Nature

My accent is genderfluid

"What sign is God sending me?" "I don't know, maybe to become a Hitler themed femboy?"

Do you think I could give off the impression of a horny Master Oogway?

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Line dividers credit goes to @enchanthings

[justaticklishdeer]

more alastor angst because I actually am getting motivation back

tw for abuse, torture, implied SA, manipulation, that vibe.

this is my theories on the seven year incident (and who his soul owner is)

you can't tell me any of that was gentle. none of that was gentle.

last warning! This stuff is triggering in here!

first, let me talk about Roo. Who I believe his soul owner is. Roo is not a nice person. At all--she is the Root of All Evil, this isn't going to be nice and friendly soul owner. First things first: How did Alastor get into a contract with her? She gave Alastor two options: Have a ton of power down in Hell, as much as he could imagine. She wouldn't give it all too him at once, but he would have it.

The other option was every single sinner, overlord, everyone would be hunting after him. To use him, to kill him, to do anything they wanted with him. He would have to live in Hell with everyone trying to hunt him down like the little prey animal he is. And Alastor doesn't want that; he wants the power, no matter the cost.

So that's what he chooses, on one condition: Roo gets to shape him into her version of what Alastor should be. How he should act, think, say, do, etc. She gets to to whatever it takes to get him like that mold of him. Any action she does, anything she says, all of it goes and he doesn't have a say. And despite those conditions, he still agrees.

Good.

She forcefully cuts him in order to have him quite literally sign in blood. He doesn't crack quite yet--after all, how bad could this end? The first thing she does is quite literally sew a smile onto his pretty little face. Praising him and mocking him while he's strapped to a table trying to ignore the stabbing pain of needle and thread deep in his flesh. She pulls it tight, cuts the thread, then gets all sickeningly sweet about it and how good it looks while unstrapping him from the table, and her fawn is covered in his own blood.

The next 7 years (I won't go too into detail, because I am writing a multi chapter fic based off all this) are Hell--literally. She forces him into things he doesn't want to do; bringing up memories of Vox forcing himself on Alastor, his mama dying in front of him, his best friend bleeding out in his arms, his father throwing him around like he was simply an object--and Roo convinced him that's all he was. An object.

When he doesn't stay in line with what she's trying to mold it into, she physically hurts him or will play the victim herself. Alastor eventually feels bad (he doesn't understand he's being manipulated) and apologizes and caves in to what she wants. essentially making himself easy to hurt without even meaning to. He's just trying to please her.

And another thing if he acts up: Roo will bring up people he loves/is friends with in Hell (Rosie specifically) and asks him about 'what would Rosie think if she saw you being defiant toward me?' which makes Alastor feel worse all over again. It's a lot of emotional, mental, physical abuse to get him in line. SA is in this list, but not as often.

After hurting him, Roo switches to being all soft and sweet and acting like some kind of twisted mother to him--which makes him believe that abuse is normal, that everyone experiences it, and that you just have to stay in line with what the abuser wants.

as soon as Roo releases him (after seven hellish, horrible years,) he realizes he does have the power she promised him. but at what cost?