#i love all the types so much 😭😭😭😭

[gb-patch]

Structure Poll Results

Hello again everyone, GB here!

The release structure poll for Our Life: Now & Forever has closed. Nearly 10,000 people voted, and we got hundreds and hundreds of thoughts people left about the idea. I want to say thank you so much for the supportive and understanding messages. It made me pretty emotional to see how much people loved the game and cared about the team 😭 💖

To restate how this worked, players could vote for or against the idea of OL: N&F releasing Step by Step. We would change our original plan to launch the first three Steps together if people wanted us to. But we wouldn’t do such a major shift if people weren’t interested or there was more of a split in the community. With that said, this is the poll-

Yeah, it’s almost exactly 50/50 between people who want the episodic release and those who don’t actively want it! That could have made this complicated, but after thinking about it and reading the reasons for and against the options, I do think the decision we’re going with will be for the best.

Our Life: Now & Forever will not release episodically. However, there’s going to be truly massive updates to the demo this year.

And this is why: a true early access release with DLC content becoming available would impact things in ways that might not be worth it. Us as a company would have to promote an episodic release the same way we would the entire game launching, and then we’d have do that again when the next Step came out. We’d have to be concerned with sales numbers and such before the base game was even done. Also, the game would be releasing for the entire world, not just for our current players. That isn’t the type of work we want to jump into ASAP unless it was what a majority of players really wanted. The point of this was always meant to be something good for the people most excited about the project.

If we keep OL:NF as a demo and focus on putting out a ton of the free-to-play parts of the story, we can make this all about our fanbase and that’s it. We could drop a 100,000 word demo update and move on with our day like it’s nothing ‘cause it’s not a proper launch. A lot of the best content has been left out of the demo, but it doesn’t have to stay that way. We could make the demo a more fulfilling experience without impacting anything behind the scenes or putting anything up for sale.

Not only that, but those who don’t want to see too much of the game before it’s fully launched will then be able to avoid the extra content more easily since it’s hidden away as a demo instead of getting the full marketing treatment. Sure, it might confuse newcomers who try the demo and find out it’s absurdly long for a demo, however that’s not the end of the world.

Since there is this clear divide, I think a compromise that tries to avoid the main things people were worried about while keeping as many of the benefits as we can is better than simply choosing one side or the other.

I hope that sounds like a positive development. Look forward to future announcements about the mega-sized demo expansions that will be on the way in coming months! And thank you again for following along with the development of Our Life: Now & Forever 🥰️

[kokokoula]

idk if you take requests but i feel like tsukishima is the type to return your love letters graded

omg i can totally see this 😭😭

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to see your love letter that you had given to tsukishima yesterday being returned in your shoe locker definitely broke your heart. however, your sorrow quickly dissipates when something catches your attention.

"did he actually just grade it??"

a "6/10" is written in red ink at the top right corner of the envelope. you scoff in offense, taking a second glance at it. "the audacity..."

you take out the letter from the envelope to skim through it. you spot other writings in red ink too, underlining some of your words and commenting on them. there are criticisms like, "too sappy", "your handwriting is illegible", and the one that pissed you off the most: "unnecessarily longwinded, cut to the point". damn him, you spent so much time trying to craft the perfect letter, to think you even fell for that bastard.

for your sanity's sake, it is a relief you finally got to the end. at the bottom, it writes:

"you should have confessed to me in person, dumbass, then we would have settled on a date earlier."

then in smaller letters, "i guess i like you, too."

your heart stops. your grip on the paper loosens. you blink, staring at those last few words.

a grin slowly grows on your face.

"that fucking bitch."

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a/n: sorry i just spammed words and this came out. uh, happy valentine's day??? when i received this request, i laughed so hard. to clarify on whether i do requests, i think the more appropriate term would be "suggestions". i write based on how i'm feeling and inspiration, so i may or may not write your ideas. take it as a gamble :P i appreciate all of your messages though!!

edit: damn this piece had so many mistakes wts

[orimuraa]

All I need is you on my side - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆dating gamer enhypen ⨾

۶ৎ gamer!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff┆kisses, headcanons┆wc 1.1k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: idk why but i really love this idea so i hope it turned out okay 😭 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated 💗

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

let's get this straight

we all know hee is a big gamer nerd

so i feel like he would be the type of boyfriend who really loves having you on his lap while he plays

he's a streamer so the days where he decides to keep his camera off, he likes to have you with him

if he's yelling too loud into your ear, he will immediately mute and start apologizing

heeseung would be a bit anxious at first to let his fans know about you because he's worried about hate, but his fans are all super supportive of you guys

when he kisses you on stream, the chat goes wild, telling you two to "get a room"

gamer hee is overall so happy to have you by his side and he loves you very much

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

at first, jay would be very hesitant about letting his fanbase know a lot about him, but he later on grows to realize that his fans are all so supportive of him

so that's when he will start bringing you into streams if you're comfy

it started with a late night stream where you were bundled in the big white comforter, sitting on the bed and watching your boyfriend play when his chat noticed you

they kept spamming the chat with "who's the cutie behind you?" or "jay can pull?" or "jay, i love you, but i'm gonna steal that girl from you"

it made jay chuckle once he realized what was going on and so he muted himself before asking if you wanted to say hi

he slowly introduced you and said you were his amazing girlfriend (to which you blushed very hard at) before letting you go with a kiss on the cheek

his whole chat went wild and jay made a mental note that he'll include you more

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

just like hee, jakey here is a huge gamer as well

he's just so grateful for his fans so he loves being super open and honest with them

so, with your permission, jake will tell them about you and maybe even bring you onto stream sometimes

while jake is gaming, you're usually bundled up on the bed watching him or falling asleep

jake tries very hard not to wake you but if he happens to shout too loud, he'll immediately cup his hand over his mouth before rushing over to you, lulling you back to sleep with his magical kisses and small apologies

you often times just admire jake when he streams, not paying any attention to the game but more on how amazing and handsome your boyfriend is

oh! alsoo, his chat may or may not love you more than him >o<

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

i'm going to be very honest right now, i do not believe that sunghoon's fans found out about you via a gaming stream

i feel like it would be one of those "building furniture from ikea, come watch me suffer" types of streams and sunghoon would just casually be answering Q&A's when someone asks if he had a gf

he would smirk before nodding and saying "i do indeed, chat. would you like to meet her?" and then rush to go ask you if you wanna say hello

but besides that, he would actually start playing less violent games because of you

he would start an animal crossing stream in the mix of all his COD or whatever streams, knowing that you would come running to play animal crossing with him

sunghoon's happiest when he sees you enjoying something he treasures a lot and he especially loves teaching you how to play certain games

and we can't forget the teasing <3

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

i lowkey think that sunoo would just stream and play things like zelda breath of the wild, animal crossing, or stardew valley

he's just a chill guy <3

so often times, he'll have you in his lap when he streams and plays his chill games

his chat is always happy to see you there and while sunoo is focused on gaming, you interact with the chat and get to know them better

you sit in the comfortable silence, the clicking of his keyboard and the hum of his pc being the only noise

you like to think that other people find the comfort in sunoo's streams just like you do

coming home after a long day and then being able to just relax with sunoo as he games, giggling when you read the things his chat says

yeah...he's your definition of comfort streamer

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

jungwon is naturally very protective of you and so when he introduced you to his chat and fans, he made sure that they were very respectful to you and he would spend hours scrolling through comments, reporting any hate

he does love having you with him while he streams though

seeing you interact with his chat while he plays games with his friends always makes him smile

his chat names him "#1 y/n simp" because one time, he thought he turned off the camera but he must've missed because his whole audience saw him get up and shower you in kisses before going back to his game

he was definitely trending on sns the next day

not to mention, won also loves showing you off though

like i feel like he's the type to playfully be like "i have a gf and you don't" in a teasing manner

but despite this silliness, he locks in on the games when needed, knowing you understand

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

ni-ki would definitely be the type to start out by not showing your face on streams for privacy, but letting his chat know that you exist

but you soon realized that you wouldn't mind being on stream and so the day he revealed you, his chat went crazy

they all love you a lot and they adore seeing you on ni-ki's lap as he games

you're like his cheerleader

you have no idea what's going on in the game but you will clap for him every time you're sure something good happened

if you reward him with a kiss, he'll turn very red and shy before scolding his chat for spamming "simp"

ni-ki can be very noisy when he games sometimes so you have to remind him to keep it down a bit

his apology is a bunch of kisses and a couple whispered apologies

he's tough on stream but only you can bring out the softer side of him, making the chat love you even more

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @miukidoll

[digitaldaydreamm]

For the helping out ‘unspoken claim’ could u do an afterwards maybe? like ever since then reader is sooo like wtf did we do and she tells him it’s better if they forget ab it and then when rafes all frustrated cuz not only is he like IN LOVE W HER but he’s also like sexually completely attracted to her so she goes like if ur mad cuz I didn’t give u head back I could do it now?? And he’s like WTF it’s not even ab that? It’s the fact that I’m in love w u batshit crazy?(in his mind) Ik this is long but this is soooo them omg😭😭

unspoken claim

rafe x childhood friend!reader

| summary | you tried to act like nothing happened...

warnings: cursing, mentions of a blowjob

a/n: i mixed this request with the one i accidentally deleted, i hope it's okay!! also i didn't add rafe admitting his love... yet. saving that for later ;)

part 1 masterlist

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You didn’t think about it.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You kept things normal. Rafe was still Rafe. You were still you. Nothing had changed.

And if your skin prickled when he stood too close, if your breath hitched when his fingers brushed yours, if your mind wandered back to that night more times than you’d ever admit—well, that was your problem.

Not his.

So you did what you did best. You smiled. You joked. You teased him like always.

And Rafe?

He was going insane.

It had been three days. Three days of you acting like he hadn’t had you trembling beneath him. Like he hadn’t heard those breathless, wrecked moans of his name. Like he hadn’t felt your fingers tightening in his hair, your thighs squeezing around him, your entire body shattering under his touch.

You just carried on. Completely unfazed.

It was driving him fucking feral.

The worst part? You weren’t avoiding him. If you had been weird, awkward, shy—he would’ve known you were thinking about it just as much as he was. But no. You were still hanging out, still texting him dumb shit, still laying on his bed like nothing happened.

Like right now.

You were scrolling on your phone, one leg tucked under you, absentmindedly flipping through Instagram while Rafe sat at his desk, pretending to do something—though he hadn’t typed a single thing in the last ten minutes.

Because all he could do was watch you.

Meanwhile, you were completely unbothered.

And when you let out a small hum, stretching slightly before tossing your phone onto the bed, looking over at him like nothing was wrong—he finally snapped.

Rafe pushed away from his desk.

The chair scraped against the hardwood as he stood, crossing the room in just a few long strides.

You barely had time to react before he grabbed your ankle, yanking you toward the edge of the bed.

Your phone tumbled to the floor with a thud as you yelped, eyes flying to his. “Rafe—”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

His voice was sharp.

Your stomach twisted.

You blinked up at him, feigning confusion. “Excuse me?”

Rafe exhaled hard, dragging a hand down his face before gripping your wrist, yanking you up until you were sitting upright, forced to look at him.

“You’ve been acting like nothing happened.”

Your heart pounded.

Your lips parted slightly, but you hesitated—just for a second—before tilting your head, playing dumb. “Like what happened?”

His jaw clenched.

You swore you could feel the tension radiating off him.

“Don’t fucking play with me, kid."

Your stomach flipped.

You shrugged, forcing a small, nonchalant smile. “I just didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Rafe laughed.

The sound wasn’t amused. It was dangerous.

“Not a big deal?” he repeated, voice laced with disbelief.

Your throat felt tight.

You shifted on the bed, but he was still standing between your legs, still looking at you like he wanted to ruin you, towering over you.

“I mean… you were just messing around, right?”

Something dark flashed in his eyes.

His hand shot out, fingers gripping your jaw—not hard, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath catch.

“Is that what you think?” he murmured, tilting your chin up. “That I was just… messing around?”

You didn’t answer.

And that only pissed him off more.

He let out a low, humorless chuckle, his fingers dragging down your jaw before he dropped his hand entirely, stepping back like he couldn’t stand to be near you right now.

You hesitated.

Then, quietly, you said, “Well… if it bothers you so much…”

Rafe tensed.

You bit your lip, suddenly shy, suddenly not able to meet his gaze as you mumbled, “…I could, you know. Return the favor.”

Silence.

Your face burned.

You had never said anything like that before. Not to anyone. Not even to Rafe.

And you definitely hadn’t meant for it to come out like that.

You peeked up at him, nerves tangled in your chest.

Rafe was staring at you.

Not in the way guys did when they wanted something from you.

No, he looked—pissed.

Fucking furious.

Your stomach dropped.

“Is that what you think this is about?” he asked, his voice eerily calm.

You swallowed. “I just thought—”

“No. No, you didn’t think, kid.”

The nickname didn’t sound teasing this time.

It sounded like a warning.

Like he was barely holding himself back.

You bit your lip, shifting on your feet, suddenly feeling small under his gaze. “I just figured it would make us even…”

Rafe exhaled hard, tilting his head to look at the ceiling, his hands flying to his hips like he needed to physically ground himself.

You couldn’t tell if he was trying not to snap or trying not to laugh in disbelief.

He dragged a hand through his hair before finally looking at you again.

“Even,” he repeated, like he needed to hear it out loud.

Your face burned even hotter.

“…Yeah?”

Rafe took a slow step closer. His voice dropped, dark and slow.

“You think I give a fuck about being even?”

You stiffened.

You barely had time to react before he was right in front of you again, tilting your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“Is that what you thought it was?” he murmured. “Just some random thing we did, and now we’re supposed to trade favors to make it fair?”

You hesitated again.

Because when he said it like that, it did sound stupid.

And you suddenly felt really fucking stupid.

Rafe shook his head, voice still dangerously low.

“I don’t want a fucking blowjob, baby.”

Your breath hitched.

His fingers trailed down your throat.

“I want you to say something.”

Your lips parted. “Say what?”

His grip tightened just enough to make you shiver.

“That it meant something,” he murmured. “That you felt it.”

You were already shaking your head before you could stop yourself. “Rafe—”

His fingers ghosted along your jaw.

“You can pretend all you want,” he said, voice dark and sure. “But you know nothing’s been the same since that night.”

You swallowed hard.

He leaned in, lips barely brushing your ear.

“And the sooner you admit it,” he murmured, “the easier this’ll be for you.”

A shiver ran down your spine.

Because he was right.

And you had no idea what that meant.

[heliosunny]

Hi! I love your Yan fics, can I request a Yan!Fem!Reader with Phainon looking like the Kevin Kaslana she used to love? (It would be better if Yan!Reader's love for Phainon/Kevin was like Jyahnar's love for Kiana in ggz.) Please, I just love them so much, these two Samoyeds are something😭😭😭

Yan!Fem!Reader x Phainon

The first time you saw him, your heart stopped.

The market square was loud, buzzing with the energy of traders and travelers, but all of it faded into nothing the moment your eyes landed on him. White hair, blue eyes, a strong, battle-worn physique—he looked just like him. The one you had lost.

It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

But the longer you watched, the harder it was to tell yourself otherwise. He moved so effortlessly, carrying a heavy bag of supplies over one shoulder, his posture relaxed yet powerful. His laugh rang out—bright, unguarded, the sound of someone who had never known true loss.

No, he wasn’t him.

But that didn’t matter.

A person could be shaped. Molded.

Phainon was a wandering warrior, traveling from city to city, taking on work as a hired fighter. Not quite a mercenary, he wasn’t the type to kill for money, but a warrior for those who could afford his skill. He was strong, fast, and trained in both traditional weapons and modern enhancements. But he wasn’t untouchable. He wasn’t careful. Most importantly, he was kind. And that was what would ruin him.

A connection, set in place long before you arrived. A man you had helped months ago, one who now owed you a favor, introduced you at a local gathering.

“Phainon, this is Y/N. She's new in town.”

You gave a polite smile.

“Nice to meet you.” His eyes met yours, and for the briefest moment, something stirred in your chest—something yearning.

You pushed it down. For now, you would be patient. You would slip into his life, step by step, until he couldn’t imagine a world without you. And then—when the time was right—you would take him.

The mission had been a success, but you barely thought about it. Your mind was elsewhere, pulled by an invisible thread—toward him. The moment you saw the campfire in the distance, your steps slowed. Phainon sat by the fire, leaning back against a crate, his sword resting within arm’s reach. He looked up as you approached, his face lighting up with recognition.

“Well, if it isn’t Y/N” he said, grinning. “Back already?”

You gave a small nod, watching as he gestured toward the empty spot beside him.

“Come on, sit. You must be starving.”

You hesitated—not because you doubted the invitation, but because the way he said it. It was too familiar. Too much like him. But you went anyway, settling beside him as the fire crackled between you.

Phainon stretched, rolling his shoulders before glancing at you. “Got anything to eat? I’d offer, but I kinda ran through my rations.”

You reached into your bag, fingers closing around a familiar plastic cup. As you pulled it out, peeling the lid back slightly, steam rose from the broth inside. Instant noodles.

Phainon blinked. Then, to your surprise, his face lit up.

“No way—you eat those too?” He let out a laugh, eyes shining with something almost nostalgic. “Man, I haven’t had these in ages.”

Your fingers curled slightly around the cup.

He liked them.

Just like Kevin did.

You handed the cup over, watching as Phainon took it eagerly, chopsticks in hand. The first bite made him pause, eyes closing briefly as he let out a satisfied sigh.

“Damn, that’s good” he muttered. “Simple, but hits the spot.”

You had known, of course. You had seen the similarities, traced them over and over in your mind. But seeing it now, so natural, so real— It was fate. It had to be.

“You sure you don’t want any?”

You smiled. “I don’t mind.”

Because just watching him—watching Kevin—was enough.

The night air was cool, the fire reduced to glowing embers. Phainon sat beside you, his usual energy dimmed by the quiet peace of the moment. The warmth of the meal, the weight of exhaustion settling into your bones—it all made your eyelids grow heavy.

“You should get some sleep” Phainon murmured, voice softer than usual.

You shifted slightly, resting your arms against your knees. “I’m fine.”

He huffed a laugh. “Yeah, sure.”

Suddenly, he tilted his head toward you, offering his shoulder.

“Here. You look dead on your feet.”

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t want to—but because it was too familiar. But in the end, you let yourself lean in. His body was warm, solid, steady. A presence that should have belonged to someone else. Your eyes slipped shut. And then the past came rushing back.

It was cold. The kind of cold that seeped into your bones, that turned breath to mist and blood to ice. Kevin stood before you, blade in hand, his expression unreadable. Behind him, the battlefield stretched endlessly—flames licking at broken metal, bodies crumpled in the snow.

You reached for him. “Kevin—”

He didn’t move. And then, without warning, the world cracked apart. Blood bloomed across his chest, staining his uniform. You screamed. He didn’t fall. Not at first. He turned to you, lips parting as if to say something, but then his knees buckled. His body hit the ground. The snow swallowed him whole. You ran. You clawed at the frozen earth, hands shaking as you tried to pull him back, tried to stop the blood from spilling out.

You woke with a gasp, your body jerking upright. The campfire flickered in the dark, but all you could see was red. A strong arm wrapped around you.

“Hey, hey—breathe,” Phainon’s voice murmured, still thick with sleep. His warmth surrounded you, grounding you, pulling you back. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt. For a moment, you almost called him Kevin. But then Phainon pulled you closer, his hand resting gently against your back, and the name died on your tongue. He wasn’t Kevin. But that didn’t matter. Because in his arms, you could almost pretend.

It had been weeks since you last saw him. You told yourself it didn’t matter. Phainon was a wandering warrior, it was natural for your paths to split. You would always find him again.

The city was lively, you moved through the crowd, heading toward the bounty office when a familiar voice cut through the noise.

“—Not bad, huh? Almost too easy.”

You stopped. Phainon stood near the entrance of a tavern, laughing with a group of fighters. His silver-white hair caught the light, his expression open and carefree.

He looked the same. He always looked the same. But something was off. The people around him. They weren’t you.

One of them, a cocky-looking guy with a scar across his jaw, noticed you first.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

You ignored him, stepping toward Phainon. Before you could speak, the guy slung an arm around Phainon’s shoulder, grinning. “Hey, Phainon, is this an old flame or something?”

Your expression didn’t change, but something cold settled in your stomach.

Phainon blinked, glancing between you and the man.

“Huh? No, this is—”

The guy cut him off with a laugh. “Come on, don’t tell me you let this one slip away.”

His grin widened, eyes flicking over you in a way you did not like. “Though, I guess if you’re free now—”

Your knife was at his throat before he could finish. Silence fell over the group. The man froze, his smirk twisting into something nervous.

“I’d suggest you shut up” you murmured. “Before you lose something important.”

A drop of sweat rolled down his temple. He lifted his hands in surrender, stepping back carefully.

“Alright, alright. No need to get violent.”

You lowered the knife. Without another word, you turned and walked away.

Phainon cursed under his breath before jogging after you. “Wait—Y/N!”

You didn’t stop, but he caught up easily, falling into step beside you.

“You know, scaring the hell out of people isn’t the best way to make friends.”

“I wasn’t trying to make friends.”

Phainon laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I figured.” He glanced at you. “Still… sorry about that guy. He’s an idiot.”

You said nothing.

He nudged your arm. “You okay?”

You exhaled slowly, forcing down the lingering irritation. It wasn’t his fault.

“…I’m fine.”

Phainon studied you for a moment, then smiled. “Well, since you’re here, want to help me out with a mission? It’s nothing too crazy, but an extra set of hands wouldn’t hurt.”

You met his gaze. A chance to stay close. A chance to remind him that no one knew him like you did. You nodded.

“Great. Let’s go.”

And just like that, you were by his side again. Right where you belonged.

The mission was straightforward—escort a merchant’s cargo through a stretch of rough terrain. Phainon handled the front, chatting with the merchant, while you kept watch from the back.

It should have been easy. But your mind wasn’t on the job. You watched Phainon’s movements, the way he carried himself, the way his shoulders shifted with each step.

It was so much like Kevin.

And yet, it wasn’t.

You clenched your fists. He wasn’t Kevin. The realization struck harder than expected, like a thread snapping loose in your mind. You had known, of course.

And yet… The thought crept back in, slow and insidious. Kevin had walked ahead of you once, too. Just like this. Always leading, always making sure you weren’t far behind. And when you trailed off, lost in thought, he had always—

“Y/N!”

Phainon was in front of you now, tilting his head. “You good?”

For a moment, you didn’t answer. You just stared at him, seeing him and not seeing him at the same time.

“…Yeah,” you finally murmured.

He didn’t look convinced but let it go. The mission ended smoothly. You parted ways with the merchant at a guild outpost, collecting your cut of the payment before heading off on your own.

You needed space.

The forest just outside the outpost was quiet, the distant hum of city life fading into the rustling leaves. You leaned against a tree, exhaling slowly. You had been too careless. Too caught up in the idea of him.

Phainon wasn’t Kevin. But it was hard to let go.

“Did I do something?”

Your eyes snapped open. Phainon stood a few feet away, arms crossed, expression light but questioning.

“…Why are you here?”

He shrugged. “Saw you leave. Thought you might need company.”

Of course. Of course he would follow. Just like Kevin had.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I just needed some air.”

Phainon hummed. “Well, I won’t bother you too much, then.” He paused, then added, “Did you hear about the guy who fell into a well?”

You frowned. “What?”

“He couldn’t see that well.”

You stared at him. A beat of silence. Then— A laugh slipped out before you could stop it. It was small, barely more than a chuckle, but it was real. Phainon grinned like he had won something, rocking back on his heels.

“There it is,” he said.

You shook your head, exhaling. “That was awful.”

“I know.”

And just like that, the weight in your chest lessened.

He wasn’t Kevin. But maybe… that was okay.

Phainon never stayed in one place for too long, never tied himself down. But you were patient. And patience always paid off.

You didn’t force your presence into his life. Instead, you became a constant—a familiar face in his ever-changing world.

When he stopped by a town, you were already there.

When he took on a job, you happened to be on a similar one.

And when he thought he was alone, he would find himself thinking about you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, Phainon collapsed into a seat at a guild tavern, rolling his shoulder with a tired sigh. His new companions were loud, sharing drinks, but he felt… detached. Like something was missing. And then— A familiar presence slid into the seat beside him.

“You look like hell.”

His head snapped toward you, surprised—then relieved. “Y/N!”

is grin came easy, like he had been expecting you all along. “You got a habit of showing up at the right time, huh?”

You smiled, resting your chin on your hand. “Or maybe you’ve just started noticing.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Maybe.”

He didn’t realize it yet, but he was already caught. Because now, when you weren’t around, he felt your absence. And that was exactly what you wanted.

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The air was thick with the scent of blood and scorched earth. Phainon stood amidst the wreckage—broken weapons, shattered armor, and bodies strewn across the battlefield. But none of it made sense. Because you were the one who did this.

His party had been strong. They should have been able to handle a monster attack, but instead, they were lying unconscious at your feet, their bodies bearing wounds too precise, too lethal to be anything but intentional. And there you stood, a wicked glint in your eyes, your blade gleaming under the artificial moonlight cast by the neon panels embedded into the sky.

The world was a strange mix of past and future, but here and now, only one thing mattered—your bloodstained hands and the way you were looking at him. Not as a stranger. But as him.

“Kevin…” You breathed his name like a prayer, like a curse.

Phainon tensed. Kevin?

The monster that had been terrorizing travelers was nowhere to be seen, but he knew what had happened now. You’d fallen under its control—trapped in an illusion, haunted by the past.

Your movements were deadly, practiced. Years of battle had honed you into something nearly untouchable, something even his team had failed to stand against. But Phainon wasn’t them. He had fought wars alone, walked through death and back, and he wouldn’t fall so easily.

“Kevin,” you called again, this time with something aching in your voice, something raw. “Why did you leave me?”

Phainon barely dodged as you lunged, your blade slicing through the air where his throat had been a moment before. He didn’t answer. There was no point. You weren’t here. You were somewhere else.

You fought like a demon possessed, each strike laced with fury, grief, and longing. Phainon could see it in your eyes—the war between past and present, the way you weren’t truly seeing him. You didn’t hesitate. Because in your mind, you were fighting to keep Kevin from slipping away again. A cruel trick of the mind.

Phainon gritted his teeth, raising his sword to block another vicious strike. He had to end this—quickly. You were powerful, but the real enemy was the one who had twisted your memories, poisoned your mind.

And then he saw it. A shadow lurking behind you, monstrous and ancient, its form flickering in and out of existence. The true beast. You weren’t the enemy. It was. With a swift, calculated movement, Phainon feinted, dodging your next strike just enough to get into position. Then, with one fluid motion, he shifted his grip— And slayed the monster in a single, precise strike.

The moment its body hit the ground, the illusion shattered. The haze in your eyes flickered, confusion replacing the madness. Your knees buckled, and Phainon caught you before you could collapse entirely.

“Phainon…?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Not Kevin.

His grip tightened around you, but his expression remained unreadable. “It’s over.”

The weight of what had just happened pressed down on you, suffocating, but before you could fall any further, Phainon moved.

Without a word, he lifted you into his arms and began walking. Away from the battlefield. Away from the carnage, to the nearest inn.

The room at the inn was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the old-fashioned lantern hanging on the wall. Outside, the distant hum of machinery mixed with the sound of rain tapping against the window—modern and ancient, colliding in a world that never quite made sense. But none of it mattered. Not when he was here.

Phainon sat at the edge of the bed, tending to the shallow cuts on his arm. The battle had been over for hours, but you could still feel the phantom weight of your blade in your hands, still hear the way you had called him Kevin with such desperation.

But that wasn’t what made your stomach twist. It was the way he had looked at you afterward. Distant. Like he was leaving you behind. Your fingers curled into the sheets, your breath slow and measured as you watched him from across the room.

Your voice came out softer than you intended. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

Phainon didn’t look up. “Thinking about what?”

“Leaving me.”

A flicker of something crossed his face—annoyance? Amusement? It was always so hard to tell with him. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” You pushed yourself up, the sheets pooling around you as you crawled closer. “You’re afraid of me now.”

He finally met your gaze, “No. But I know you, and I know what you’re thinking.”

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head. “Do you?”

Your hands moved before he could react, grabbing his wrist, fingers pressing into the faint scars that mapped his skin. He stilled, not out of fear, but because he knew. Knew that something had shifted inside you, something that had always been there but had finally cracked open, spilling over.

“You tried to take him from me” you whispered, tightening your grip. “Tried to remind me he’s gone.”

Phainon didn’t respond.

“You killed the monster” you continued, “but do you think that means I’ll forget? That I’ll let go?”

“I’m not him.”

“I know.” Your nails pressed into his skin. “That’s why you’re mine.”

Kevin had been taken from you, ripped away by a cruel world that had never cared for love or loyalty. But Phainon… Phainon was here. And you wouldn’t lose him.

“You belong to me” you murmured, inching closer, close enough to feel his breath, to drown in his eyes. “So don’t even think about leaving, Phainon.”

Phainon didn’t speak, but he didn’t push you away either.

You straddled him, fingers wrapped around his wrists, pressing them into the mattress. His silver hair fanned across the sheets, his expression unreadable beneath you. The lantern’s glow flickered against his skin, casting shadows over the sharp lines of his face.

“You’re not trying to stop me” you whispered, leaning down until your noses nearly touched. “Why?”

Still, he said nothing. But his body—his silence—spoke volumes. You traced your fingers along the veins of his forearm, feeling the strength beneath them. He could throw you off if he truly wanted to. He could fight back. But he didn’t. A shiver of delight ran through you.

“You act like you don’t care” you murmured, shifting slightly, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath you, “but you do, don’t you?”

You watched his expression, waiting, daring him to deny it. But there was no sharp retort, no scoff, no effort to escape. Only silence. Your hands released his wrists, fingers trailing down his arms, across his chest.

“You won’t leave me” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “I won’t let you.”

His eyes softened, just slightly.

“You’re mine” you breathed against his lips, feeling the warmth of him beneath you, the quiet surrender he refused to put into words.

His steady breath fanning against your lips as you hovered over him, waiting, daring him to push you away. His wrists were free now, your hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the slow, controlled rhythm of his heartbeat.

Then, he moved. It was subtle, almost hesitant—the way his head tilted up ever so slightly, the way his breath caught just before his lips brushed yours. Your own breath hitched, a rush of warmth flooding your veins.

So, he finally understands?

Your fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, your grip tightening. Just as his lips were about to meet yours, you caught his chin between your fingers, stopping him just short.

“Ah” you whispered, tilting his head back just enough to assert your hold, “so you do want me.”

He didn’t deny it. You leaned in, lips ghosting over his, savoring the way his breath shuddered ever so slightly, the way he was letting you control the moment.

“I knew you would come around” you murmured, letting your fingers trail up to cup his jaw.

Then, with agonizing slowness, you leaned down, claiming what had always belonged to you.

[norrisainz33]

fun fair || ls18

☆ summary: lance rents out one of your favorite places for valentine’s day

☆ pairing: lance stroll x reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for your request and your patience xxoo

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user1: and the cutest couple award goes to y/nlance

astonmartinf1: king and queen of the snow! we miss you both!! 💚

ynuser: miss you more admin!! looking forward to seeing you soon ❤️🥹

user2: everyone thank y/n for the lance crumbs

user5: thank you y/n for the sign of life

user6: ty y/n! we are eternally grateful

lance_stroll: love you princess 😘

ynuser: love you too handsome 🫶🏻

iamrebeccad: pretty girl 🤍

ynuser: counting down the days till we are reunited

user3: my most favorite unproblematic duo

yourbff: selfishly over joyed that you’re home

ynuser: and that’s valid

user4: brb buying a fuzzy bucket hat as we speak you have influenced me

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user7: crying at the effort he put in to make them himself and not buy them im

cholestroll: i’m not sobbing.. YOU ARE

ynuser: no bc you’re right i did fully cry

user9: lance once again setting the bar high for men

flavy.barla: why is this the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen

ynuser: girl i know 😭😭😭 i think we may be the 2 luckiest girls in whole world

flavy.barla: confirmed yes

user10: MAY THIS TYPE OF LOVE FIND ME

lance_stroll: i’m glad you liked them gorgeous

ynuser: i LOVED them!!!!!

lance_stroll: good!! but that’s not it! get excited for valentine’s day. i’m cooking up something even better

ynuser: lance 😭 stop 😭 you’re perfect 😭

user18: lance boyfriend content will literally never get old

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user3: this called me single in so many different languages

chloestroll: eeeek today is the dayyyyyyy

lance_stroll: yes yes yes!!!!!

chloestroll: i can’t wait to have a little sister im gonna explode

user7: i love love so much

ynuser: you are a dream come true

lance_stroll: that’s you baby

ynuser: 😭🫶🏻

user8: i just looked at my partner and sighed

estebanocon: you better call me and flavy after 😉

lance_stroll: you know she’ll call flavy immediately

astonmartinf1: beautiful 💚

lance_stroll: 💚

user12: why are you so thoughtful and perfect?! where is MY lance

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user8: happy for you (laying in the street)

yourbff: you guys are sickening

ynuser: stfu you love us

yourbff: well obviously

user9: so you guys where the reason why the fair was closed today huh

chloestroll: 🫶🏻 hope you are having the best day

ynuser: i very much am!! literally a perfect day

chloestroll: i think it’s going to just keep getting better 😘

ynuser: do you know something ��

chloestroll: nope! not a chance!

ynuser: you’re a horrible liar

lance_stroll: happy valentine’s day my forever valentine

ynuser: happy valentines my perfect lancey boy

iamrebeccad: adorable 😭

ynuser: right?????

user12: i might have to do something drastic if my future man don’t do this for me

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user18: i just fell to my knees

estebanocon: félicitations mes amis [congratulations my friends]

lance_stroll: merci esteban 🤍

user12: war is over! my favorite people are getting married!

ynuser: how lucky i am to get to spend the rest of my life loving you

lance_stroll: till forever mrs stroll 😘

chloestroll: best day of my life

lance_stroll: you and me both chloe

flavy.barla: same!!!!

user16: stood up in my room and applauded

user19: something abt seeing lance in love and happy despite that tractor they force him to drive has healed me

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a/n: pls pretend i posted this on valentine’s day like i intended to 🤪 likes and reblogs appreciated! thank you for reading 🧡

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[emsdevs]

FUCK I DID THE LAST ONE WRONG, SORRY i missed the present 😭

happy birthday, i hope you have an incredible day, and congrats on 300 !! you deserve every single one <3

could i request #7 with luke? 🎁

a/n: you're all good nonnie! thank you for requesting!! also I'm def using this as a way comfort everyone after the last celly req i answered 😬 anyway enjoy some lukey fluff!!

Prompt 7: "I want you, only you."

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When Luke dragged you out to the dock at the lake house to watch the sunrise, you really didn’t think much of it. He was the type of guy to do cheesy stuff like this all the time. He loved buying you flowers as much as you loved to receive them. It never bothered him to be teased by his teammates or brothers about being whipped for you. He was. He’d gladly admit that, and then he’d happily tell them all that if they weren’t whipped for their partners, they just weren’t doing the whole relationship thing right. He loved making your relationship feel like all the best parts of an old rom-com, so really, barely a thought crossed your mind when he made you roll out of bed to go watch the sunrise, not even when he insisted you should wear something cute and do your makeup first. 

You’d been at the dock for just a few minutes when you wanted to tell him how much you loved sunrises at the lake, looking toward him to find him on one knee behind you. Your hands flew up to your mouth, and you could feel the teas now in your waterline, thankful that you’d miraculously chosen waterproof mascara for the day. 

“I know we’re still fairly young, but I’ve been in the NHL for five years now. I’ve been with you even longer. We’ve lived enough that I think we can settle down, and there’s no one else I’d want to do that with. I love you, and I want you, only you. I’ve known since our second date that you’d be the one I marry, the one I’d grow old with. You mean so much to me, and I never want to lose you. Will you please marry me, so I can keep showing you how much I love you for as long as I live?” He’s crying too, and he’s holding the ring box out for you. Honestly, you don’t care much about it, only wanting Luke.

“Yes! Oh my god! Yes!” you’re jumping up and down, unsure what to do with all your excitement. Luke grabs your left hand, slipping the ring onto it, before pulling you in for a soft kiss. You’re both giggling through it, basking in the happy moment. 

You hear Jack and Quinn barreling down the backyard toward you both before you see them. Soon, they’re engulfing their brother and their soon-to-be-sister-in-law in a group hug. They had woken up early to go work out and saw the two of you at the dock, waiting patiently until the proposal was complete to come congratulate you both.

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[seaborgium-dazies]

the mating game ♡ mdni

mha timeskip characters' favorite positions

f!reader

now playing: the mating game - bitter:sweet

🌊: deku, bakugo, iida, todoroki, kirishima

deku:

Missionary all the way. You may think that our green haired boy loves missionary in a vanilla way but he will be doing the most extra shit. Vibrator pressed against your clit, eyes blindfolded, hands restrained, he makes the notoriously vanilla position sinfully kinky. Also I think he would switch positions like crazy during sex. We all know he's very high energy so he WILL wear you out. Have fun!

bakugo:

He loves fucking you while holding you against a wall. Bro loooves energetic sex that leaves you both panting and speechless. The type of sex where you knock lamps over, break desks and everything else that comes in your way. He has a steel bed frame because he has broken it way too many times 😭 He has a soft spot for angry sex too (who's surprised? Noone).

todoroki:

Todoroki is a SUCKER for slow cowgirl sessions. When he can see your face and watch your boobs bounce he's the happiest dude on the planet. More often than not he also gets sappy and wants to hold your hand(s) during sex and since that's easily possible he loves it even more.

kirishima:

Standing. Or anything else that shows off his strength. No matter how much you weigh I can safely tell you kirishima would pick you up during sex. Seeing himself completely support your body weight makes him really happy and horny . Still his movements would be precise and calculated. He really wants to give you the best possible experience.

iida:

Spooning or from the side! Iida really loves slow and sensual sex where he's in control. He loves knowing that he's making you feel good / doing it correctly and seeing your face so up close really helps him with that 🫢.

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[okaysonny]

Gun relationship hcs Pls!! I love ur fics smmm!!!😋😋

dating headcanons ╏ gun park

a/n: ptj is in a throuple with gun and his wife so you're better off asking him :/ but tysm anon! ❤️ here's my take (^_-)

✦ i won't sugar coat...you have to be good looking loool. appearances are important to him.

✦ No ambition. No determination. No will. No money. In short, losers.

yes, i think this also applies to what he likes romantically! maybe not the money bit, but he finds tenacity + aspiration attractive traits. gun finds it hella lame if you have no goal or purpose in life.

✦ independencey + competency is also very important to him. gun's days are hectic and dangerous...he doesn’t really want to spend time coddling you 😖 leaves you to your own devices (for the most part) because he knows you can look after yourself.

✦ nonchalant gimmick to the MAX with this one. i think with guarded characters like samuel, johan, xiaolung etc, you can manage to make them flustered. gun? no. do something bold/sensual and the most he'll give is one of those amused smirks 😭

✦ idk the best way to phrase this without making you seem like a tool...but because of the environment he grew up in, gun views (committed) relationships like an obligation. it's something he thinks about when he wants to settle down. so if you're dating gun, you're dating to marry.

✦ probably wants kids to continue the bloodline, but again, this is really out of (what he thinks are) obligations, because he's not fond of them 😅

✦ gun's love languages: receiving gifts + quality time.

on receiving gifts: he's rich so that #lavish lifestyle is to be expected 😇 idk if gun is the type to let you go wild on his credit card, but he gives expensive gifts, because he thinks it's a good way to show affection without saying it.

on quality time: remember when he saw him wood carving while listening to music? surprised me very much! i did not think he'd be into that 😭

i'm taking this detail and headcanoning that he enjoys tranquil hobbies in general (pottery and gardening? 🤔) to unwind from all the chaos. and these are only things he does by himself!

at a certain point in your relationship, gun invites you to join him. just silence as he hands you a knife and a block of wood. it's actually boring as fuck, like watching paint dry boring. but he wants to spend time with you!!! he's turning his 'me' time into 'me + you' time. you're terrible at wood carving, but gun doesn't mind teaching you.

✦ a cute little scenario: you're super sick and gun makes a japanese flu remedy for you. it tastes like ass ❤️

but again, this is his way of saying he cares. why would you ruin the moment ?

✦ he likes receiving: words of affirmation + acts of service.

✦ so yes, i think gun very much shows his affection though actions. he gives you his umbrella when it's raining 😆

"why don't we just share it?" gun: 😮

✦ if you want this man...please reconsider he is very weird and goo is a better bf.

✦ eventually, gun finds your relationship doesn't feel like an obligation anymore. it's his volition. 𖹭

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[yelenasdiary]

Cheesy valentine surprise Idea for Yelena?

Basically that high school surprise with all the 'supportive friends' holding balloons and placards with 'will you be my valentine date?' but the guys are holding off and try not to laugh as they see the confused look on R's face because what she see instead is 'can I share my mac and cheese with you'? And Yelena is holding a ready to cook mac and cheese box instead of chocolates and bouquet 😭 (Because yknow she loves mac and cheese and R is the second thing she likes so maybe she wanted to be cute and quirky with asking R for a date' 😉😉😜)

Welp. This is a silly Idea from me I guess. I hope you liked this lolol.

Very Cheesy, Yelena

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! Reader

Summary: Yelena gets creative and asks you to be her valentine.

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Warnings: None, if I missed any, please let me know! | 1.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I LOVED this idea so much!!! I hope you enjoy! x

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Yelena had been planning this for weeks, with the help of some friends, of course! Kate, Nat, Wanda, Peter and MJ were her little team for her little project. She’d been crushing on you for months, waiting for the perfect time to ask you. She wanted to do something special and fun, something that you would never see coming.

As she made sure everything was ready, you sat at your desk, going on mission reports. Typing away at your laptop, you weren’t bothered by the whispering chatter outside your bedroom door. Your mind focused on typing up the events that took place on your last mission. A soft knock caught your attention as you looked over your shoulder, “come in” you said kindly. A nervous Yelena opened the door, she smiled softly at you. 

“Mission reports?” She asked. 

“Yep” you lightly sighed, “got a few backed up” you added.

“Maybe you should take a break” Yelena suggested, her Russian accent still as thick as the day you met her. “Get some fresh air, have a snack” she added.

You took a moment to think about it, remembering that you were in fact starting to feel hungry and that you had been at your desk for a few hours. “You’re right” You smiled softly. “I need a small break”.

Yelena smiled, trying her best to hide her nerves that mixed with her excitement as you spun around on your chair. “Did you need something?” You asked. The blonde shook her head, “no, just wanted to see what you were doing” she said. You slightly squinted your eyes, “right, you’re being weird again” you replied. 

“Weird? How so?” Yelena asked with a raised brow. 

“I can’t put my finger on it, you’ve just been, weird lately” you chuckled, leaning back in your chair. “More jittery than usual. Oh! And you keep staring at me” you added. 

Yelena’s heart skipped a beat, “I do not stare!” She protested, her voice a little too high-pitched. You chuckled again, “Okay, okay, you don’t stare. You just observe, intently”.

Yelena took a deep breath, noticing her change in heart rate, “nothing is up, I simply enjoy your presence and like to make sure you are looking after yourself” she stated, trying to sound casual. 

“You’re a great friend, Lena, thank you” you smiled softly, pushing yourself off up from your chair. 

“Okay, there might be something but close your eyes” Yelena instructed. 

“Close my eyes?” You asked with a hint of curiosity in your eyes.

“Just trust me” Yelena pleaded, “it’s nothing bad” she added.

You hesitated for a moment, studying her face but saw nothing to give you any hint of her intentions, you shrugged and smiled softly as you closed your eyes. “Alright, I’m trusting you Belova! This better not involve spiders or anything wild!” 

Yelena chuckled, “no spiders, I promise.” She gently took your hand, leading you outside, softly telling you if any steps in your path were. You squeezed her hand, making her smile softly as she opened the door. “Okay, don’t open them until I saw, I mean it” she said softly but playfully stern. 

She looked to those in front of her, holding a sign each. Nat rolled her eyes with a shake of her head while the others were just as excited to see your reaction as Yelena was. The blonde took a few steps away from you, standing slightly beside Kate who held the first sign.

“Yelena, what are you doing? Why are we outside?” You asked, curious to what was happening.

“Okay, you can open your eyes” she said, her voice slightly trembling. 

You slowly opened them, gasping as your eyes adjusted to the natural light, reading the big bold letters in front of you. Kate smiled widely, Peter standing next to her, then MJ then Nat who couldn’t believe just how cheesy her sister was. Each one of them held a large sign, Kate’s read “Can I”, Peter’s read “Share”, MJ’s read “My Mac &” and Natasha’s with a hint of amusement on her face finished the sentence with “Cheese with You?”. 

Yelena stepped forward, holding a box of Kraft’s famous Mac & Cheese like a trophy. “So” she said, her thick accent clear, “can I share my mac and cheese with you? And don’t worry, you don’t have to have hot sauce on it if you don’t want too!”.

You were speechless, reading the signs once more. Peter’s muffled cough broke the thick layer of silence in the air as Yelena held her breath, her entire being focused on your reaction. You turned to Yelena, “are you serious?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Yelena nodded, her heart pounding in her chest, “very, very serious”

“Yeah! Yelena doesn’t just share her mac n cheese with anybody!” Kate inserted, “ask Peter!” She added. 

“I’d rather not talk about that” Peter replied.

You stepped forward, closing the distance between you and Yelena, a soft smile on your lips. “You know how cheesy this is, right? Even for you” you asked, looking into her green eyes. She nodded, “you like cheesy though, from all those movies you watch” she replied, a hint of doubt in her voice, still waiting for your answer. 

“Oh, so you have been a little weird recently?” You chuckled, “I’d love to share you mac n cheese with you” you added with a smile. Yelena let out a shaky breath, a wave of relief washing over her as she heard the words come out of your lips.

“You know, this has got to be the weirdest, yet most sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me” you murmured. 

Yelena chuckled, “I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t see it coming, hence why I got some help”. 

“Ha!” Natasha looked over to her sister, “you owe me 20 bucks” she said. 

“Wait, you’re getting paid?” Kate looked to Natasha with a light frown. 

Yelena turned her back to Kate, “we should probably go now” she said looking at you, making you laugh as Kate argued. “You got the hot sauce?” You asked. Yelena nodded, “of course, it’s the best part” she replied. 

“Yelena! Don’t you walk away!! We want money too!” Kate called as you and Yelena wandered back inside, her calls soon becoming muffled as you and Yelena entered the kitchen. “You know Kate is going to hold you to that 20 bucks, right?” You chuckled. 

“Probably. But I’m busy now” she replied, ripping open the boxed mac and cheese, “take a seat, I’m going to give the entire mac n cheese experience” she added.

You smiled softly, taking a seat at the counter, watching as Yelena moved around the kitchen making her favorite dish. “This definitely was a surprise valentines, you did great Yelena” you smiled once more. 

“I know” she replied proudly.

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[yes-no-maybe-soo]

OMG😭💘... Gonna file that idea away for potential future use unless someone else writes it first in which case... please send it my way 🙏🏻 I'll gobble it up in an instant

No but the mental image of Sylus holding his precious little dove... her little head resting against his bare chest as she sleeps peacefully, the sound of her daddy's steady heartbeat soothing her... meanwhile Sylus is gazing down at her as though she were the sun, moon, and all the stars in the galaxy... unable to tear his eyes off of her. Savoring the feeling of her warm skin against his own. He feels... complete. Never in his eons of life has he been happier or more at peace ♡

Auugh, I'm going to cry

(and so is Sylus btw. Again. I mean, the man now finally has all he's ever wanted and dreamed of in life but which he for the longest time never truly believed was possible for someone like him — a family. A new beginning. A bright, happy future. Unconditional love 😭 like I mention in the fic, his daughter is the very proof of yours/MCs and his love. Of all that you/MC and him have overcome together. She represents so much. And aside from that, like any father, he is also experiencing a whole new magnitude, and type, of love. His little dove for sure already has him wrapped around her tiny finger 😌)

Little Dove

(Or, the birth of Sylus' daughter)

Just pure, unabashed fluff ♡ Dad!Sylus means the universe to me.

Not proofread, written entirely on a whim 🙈

For years, Sylus has been a connisseur of music. Has amassed a vast and impressive collection of vinyls. Listened to practically every classical piece there is. And yet... nothing has sounded as wondrous or beautiful to his ears as the first cries of his newborn daughter. The sound of her makes Sylus' breath catch and his heart skip a beat.

When the baby — your baby. his baby. — is placed in your arms, the world around Sylus seems to narrow down, and for the next few moments it's as though you and the precious new life you hold in your arms are the only beings that exist in it.

The sight of you — exhausted, yet with a smile so radiant that it would put a thousand suns to shame — cradling your little dove causes Sylus' chest to tighten, an unfamiliar lump forming in his throat.

Joy. Relief. Pride. Love. They all swirl around in his heart, expanding to an extent he had never before thought possible for a fiend like himself. But as of yet, he holds the dam together, blinking away the stinging mist forming in his eyes.

After pressing a kiss to your damp temple, Sylus gently, and with uncharacteristic tentativeness, reaches out to touch his daughter for the first time, his index finger tenderly stroking her soft little cheek.

"She is beautiful" he murmurs, the deep timbre of his voice thick with emotion. "Like her mother" he adds, looking up to meet your gaze with a gentle smile that completely softens his sharp features. They hold no trace of the imposing leader of Onychinus. Nor is there any hint of his trademark smug smirk or arrogance. There is only the unfiltered adoration and love of a husband and father.

- 🐦‍⬛

Tiny. She is so tiny.

Sylus finds himself inwardly marveling the first time he holds his daughter, his large hands all but dwarfing her.

And yet, despite the miniscule weight of his baby girl, Sylus feels it more keenly than he has ever felt anything in his life.

Throughout his long life, Sylus has held more riches, more exquisite jewels and rare valuables in his hands than he could ever count. But never before has he held a treasure near as priceless as the tiny, flailing bundle wrapped up in soft blankets now in his arms.

A small part of Sylus is, for the first time in his life, terrified. A little crack forming in his seemingly impenetrable self-assurance, giving way to his first bout of parental worry.

She is so small. So fragile. What if he accidentally ends up hurting her in some way?

However, Sylus doesn't let any of his newfound nervousness show, as ever the master of self control. Instead, he puts all his focus on soothing his little one, — who has begun wailing softly — already putting her and her needs before his own worries.

Instinctively, Sylus starts to carefully rock the tiny wailing newborn, humming to her in the same low, tender (but oh so out of tune) tone he always used on her while she lay in your womb. And your little girl, as if recognizing her father's voice, ceases crying, her little face unscrunching, peering up at him with wonder in her ruby red eyes. The moment her beautiful orbs meet his, Sylus feels his throat tightening and his heart squeezing, his whole being quite literally overwhelmed by the sheer strength of love he is experiencing.

His little dove. So beautiful. So perfect in every way.

Part of Sylus is in disbelief that someone like himself had had part in her creation. That something so innocent, so fragile, so breathtaking, so indescribably precious could come from a fiend and criminal like himself. However, he has long vowed that he will give her all the opportunities, all the care, all the security, all the affection, all the happiness that he himself never had growing up. His child will never be forced to be an outcast, nor a criminal. She will be free to be whoever and whatever she wants to be. To soar as high as she pleases. The sky will be her limit.

Sylus has only held his little girl for a few moments, and yet he already loves her so much that he hardly knows what to do with himself. It is a vaguely terrifying feeling in its sheer, fierce intensity, yet one he can no longer imagine living without.

As he keeps humming softly to his baby, his thumb gently stroking her impossibly tiny yet perfect fingers, his eyes still locked onto hers, Sylus is unable to hold back the tears that creep up again, try as he might. He has always been an expert at managing his emotions, but the flood welling over him is beyond even his capability to control. And so the leader of Onychinus relents and the dam breaks, silent tears running slowly down his cheeks in a rare instance of raw vulnerability.

Sensing your gaze upon him, Sylus finally looks up, his red rimmed eyes meeting yours. With a soft smile, radiant in its unfiltered joy and pride, he bends over you and plants a kiss on your lips, a stray drop of rain landing on your cheek when he withdraws.

"Thank you" he says softly, his expression one of indescribable, limitless love and adoration for you and the tiny life you've created. You smile at him, and reach out to gently wipe away the tears that are gathered in his dark lashes with your thumb.

Tenderly handing your now sleeping daughter back to you, Sylus settles beside you on the bed, wrapping his arm around you and holding you close as you both gaze down at the dozing baby girl in your arms. Yours and his very own little dove. The living embodiment of your love. The very testament to your mutual perseverance against fate.

.♡

[rwshfordgirl]

Hiya coud you write a morning cuddles one for kenan yildiz ? x

MORNING CUDDLES

all the imagens were taken from pinterest.

a/n: just love this type of fic 😭 thanks for the request, hope you like! please disregard any mistakes, english is not my first language ;) it's small but just the way i like it .

I woke up smiling, I felt Kenan's lips touching my face. His hands were in the same position as last night, on my belly. "Good morning, my love." I got a long kiss on the cheek when he saw me waking up. "So much cuddling, I bet you dreamed about me." He laughed as I changed our position, I laid my head on his chest. "I'm like this even without dreaming about you, you silly girl." He touched the tip of my nose.

I don't care if I have commitments today, I don't care if there is something important for me to do today. I just want to stay here all day, lying in the comfortable double bed in the house I share with Yildiz. I want to stay under these sheets with his arms warming me from the cold outside. "You don't have training, do you?" I wanted to confirm with him that he wouldn't leave my side. Kenan shook his head in denial. "I'm all yours today, unless you have something today." I tried to remember if I had any commitments. "Don't worry, I'll reschedule anything and everything that I have scheduled in my calendar."

Yildiz curled my hair with his fingers and had his other hand resting on mine. "You always wake up smelling so good." I could feel him smelling my hair. "I take a lot of care at night before sleep and my scent stays on you, you know? I mark my territory." He nodded and gently pulled my chin to give me a peck on the lips.

"Do you like being like this, with me?" Kenan looked down at me "I love it." I smiled as I replied "And you?" every time kenan smiles at me my heart melts "Of course." It was my turn to spread kisses all over his face "I love loving you." I confessed "I love loving you too." He held my face gently and gave me a long kiss "I love you so much."

[omgfangirlland]

Btw I did great on the exams I A++ them

So question, About Dami and perhaps Jon, is there gonna be a 'healthy' relationship between them? Is Damian gonna pursue a relationship with Reader? Is he gonna be 'nice' ? I need to know

Plus points if Jon is dragged along (I just love the cinnamon roll he is)

Or so, how do you plan their relationship to be.

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Thing number two, about the chap 15 sneak peak about Dick, I gotta know if there's gonna be beef between the Grayson's as in Dick vs Mark, is our big old bro Mark gonna get mad? Jealous even?, that some random dude that put his baby sister aside is claiming to be biologically related to their sister? Or what did you exactly meant by the sneak peak..... It's About Dick right? Or I'm getting lost?

(I'm just to invested)

-your favorite Nameless💜 Anon

OMG IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU, GOOD JOB!!!!

Well- he'll definitely go out of his way to meet reader, and Damian will be nicer, he's not the same "I need to prove my worth via killing anyone who stands in my way" 10 year old, the boy is going to be 16-17, and Jon will definitely make more appearances. Will it be healthy? We'll live and we'll see :))) dami/jon romance wise, I honestly haven't thought. It'll be a slow happening in the story as a bg thing if I decide to go that route. I feel like they rub off on each other, right? Dami became softer to others and learning to voice his feelings in a better way because of Jon and Jon growing a backbone and more sarcastic due to Damian- I strongly imagine Damian as a morticia/gomez type of lover so the obsessive love is already there. Hmm, hmhmhm, thoughts to consider further.

Yeah, Jason is the one! It's okay, no worries, it happens 💚 oh, Mark and Dick will have mad beef(trying not to spoil stuff very much cuz I have this thing somewhat planned out but eveytime someone asks I am so close, fighting demons, cuz I'm excited to tell :))) ) like just from what batsis told Debbie, Nolan and Mark, they already have this superiority over the bats, they're the better family, the better Grayson, this other Grayson barging in trying to take you? Trying to fix what he fucked up?

Mark is becoming a rabid ankle bitter, and Debbie is debating buying a gun. Nolan is just waiting in the shadows. Not to murder, nah, that's the old him. He wants to do psychological damage now. Oliver would be too small for a while, but he'll remember.

Mark will see a glimpse of the man and immediately remembers every little thing Dick did, every event of batsis he missed. Dick breathes too much in your direction? "Oh, remember her high-school graduation party? It was so beautiful, all the family and her friends gathered and she was smiling so much- oh. Wait, right, you weren't even present at her kindergarten graduation." Mark will become a menace, specifically to Dick.

Thank you for reading my story 😭💚 take care, and I hope to see you grace my inbox again 💚💚💚

[joanquill]

"Wanna try that thing they do in movies?"

With William's suggestion to recreate your favorite romance novel, you're now unsure how to look him in the eye. Continuation of this one.

William James Moriarty

A/N: Sorry for the inactivity 😭 William's a little more on the teasing side here Tag/s: Established Relationship

"Shall we try some of the scenes in your book? The ones you seem to favor the most." William suggested with an enigmatic smile on his face.

You clenched your teeth as you breathed in, unaware you were holding it this whole time.

"Well...?" William goaded, tilting his head as you looked away, unsure how to react or answer.

"I, uh... I need to go!" you quickly snuck out of the way and grabbed your book, rushing out of his office.

"(Y/N), don't run inside!" Louis shouted, but you kept running, almost tripping down the stairs.

'That jerk...!' you shouted in your head, your cheeks burning hot despite the cold air hitting your face as you ran out of the manor.

You gasped for air as you slowed down, finding yourself in the gardens as you collapsed on the ground.

You looked around as you caught your breath, your body loosening up now that you saw William was nowhere to be seen.

"Seriously... He's taking his jokes way too far..." you muttered, fanning yourself with your book.

"Who is?" a voice chimed, making you shout as you turned to whack the voice with your book.

"Watch it!" another voice warned as a hand grabbed you by the arm.

You saw that it was Sebastian with Bonde behind him, both wearing a confused expression.

"O-Oh, sorry... Welcome back...!" you awkwardly greeted as Sebastian let you go with a huff.

"Right... We're back. What's gotten into you?" he asked, eyeing the book as you hid it behind your back.

"Nothing! Just... a little tired is all," you dryly chuckled, avoiding their eyes as Bonde stepped closer, inspecting your face.

"Were you and Will flirting again?"

"We're not-!" you held your tongue as you took a breath, giving him a slight glare.

"We were not flirting. He just likes to pick on me, for some reason..." you clarified, but the two men were unconvinced.

"He's been like this since back in the orphanage, okay!?" you added with your voice raising a pitch, making Bonde chuckle and Sebastian smirk.

"Aww... Did he pull on your hair too?" Sebastian joked, poking your cheek as you gave him an unamused look.

"(Y/N)! There you were..." Fred sighed as he walked up to you, "William is looking for you. It seemed urgent..."

Your body tensed up as Sebastian and Bonde gave you a knowing look.

You tried to scowl at the two, but your reddening face betrayed you.

"Right... I'll be right there,"

"William, I beg you. Spare me what little dignity I have left," you pleaded, your hands completely covering your face as William had his hand against the wall, trapping you.

"What's wrong? You seem to favor this from the book you read," he asked, feigning innocence.

You parted your fingers as you looked up at him with a glare, seeing a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Nonetheless," he added, placing your chin between his fingers, making you look up at him as he leaned in closer, "You do enjoy these types of intimacy, correct?"

You quickly held your breath as you crouched down, using every bit of strength you had not to scream as you crawled away.

William, on the other hand, was laughing as he followed you.

"If I knew this would happen, I would have locked away that damn book in the first place..." you muttered, emotionally exhausted.

William chuckled as he knelt down, meeting your eyes as he kept his smile.

"My apologies. But I find it endearing how much you react to mere touches and affirmations," he justified, making you scoff as you stood up, dusting yourself.

"Yeah, right. You're not sorry at all," you rolled your eyes playfully as he smirked.

"You know me so well, my love."

[williceunleashed]

The Fruitsaladshipping Kids !

It was time for a post about them 😭 They are born a few years after the end of BW2 ! They all have a first name and a middle name so that both N and Dardanne could pick a name for each. Dardanne cursed his kids with the Kalossian names, and N cursed them with special interests related names.

Also both N and Dardanne are AuDHD. Which means the kids are AuDHD SQUARED

Supplementary infos under the cut !

-> The three of them are fully bilingual and are fluent in both Unovan (from N) and Kalossian (from Dardanne). Funnily enough, N isn't fully fluent in Kalossian yet, so while his children will talk to him in almost perfect Kalossian, he will respond in messy Kalossian with a strong Unovan accent.

-> Right now, Appoline is the only one with the ability to talk to pokémons. It is likely that Calixte can do it too, but he is too young to be certain yet.

-> The children evolve in N and Dardanne's house, alongside their parents' pokémons. This means that they basically grew up in-between humans and pokémons for their whole childhood, making them very good at understanding pokémon body language and cries, even if they didn't all inherit N's ability to communicate with them.

-> N keeps Zekrom in this version of the story, and reunites with Zoroark and Klinklang, so these three are also part of the family. These kids were born with a dragon god in their household

-> Family-wise, Anthea and Concordia are very present. They happily babysit the kids and have galarian tea parties with them. The children are very close to their aunts and gladly spend time with them. Anthea and Concordia need more love and they would 100% be there for their brother's kids. They most likely have a specific day in the week for family time where Anthea and Concordia come around to spend time with the children.

-> Alder (N's father figure) and Rood (Dardanne's father figure) take the roles of grandpas/great-grandpas for the children. Despite their age, they act playful with the kids and play along with them. While Rood is sweeter and gentler, Alder nurtures their natural abilities for battle (It makes N grumpy, but whatever). Alder and Appoline tend to be very close, because Appoline keeps trying to beat the crap out of his team with her tynamo. Alder sees Appoline has massive potential as a trainer, and gladly takes her under his wing to mentor her. Rood, on the other hand, tries to be the best version of himself around the children, trying to right his wrongs on N's education by taking great care of the kids.

-> While Appoline is more of a classic trainer type and will most likely capture different pokémons later in life, Scoot seems to only be interested in psychic types. Calixte seems to favor steel types.

-> N and Dardanne still don't approve of the Pokédex and the use of Pokéballs, but they don't impose their belief on their kids, letting them choose their own path in life. Appoline wanting to be the next Unovan Champion does make them anxious, but they understand that Appoline's tynamo is just as competitive as she is and that Pokémons can genuinely enjoy battling. And so they still nurture her dreams. They are trying to unlearn the idea that "battling is inherently bad", and Appoline's determination to become the next Unovan Champion is a pretty good exercise fo that.

-> Dardanne's family has no tie with the kids, and for all they know, Dardanne has been missing for years with no sign of life.

-> It is very likely that N tried to reconnect with Ghetsis out of guilt and genuine compassion, despite Dardanne desperately trying to stop him. (I mean N accepts his parallel-universe father back with little to no questions in Pokemasters, knowing that this Ghetsis isn't the broken inoffensive one, but the unstable BW2 one. N is way too good and caring and wouldn't want even his father to suffer). Ghetsis didn't care much about reconnecting with N, seeing how psychologically damaged he is post BW2. Trying to get his father out of his lethargic state, N tried introducing him to his children once they were old enough. At first Ghetsis didn't care much either, but slowly came a bit back to life when he had to interact with them because the three of them kept causing chaos and mischief in his house. Genuinely, Appoline, Scoot and Calixte are revenge for his abuse of N. They drive Ghetsis insane and they destroy his furniture. Appoline must have instructed her tynamo to thunderbolt Ghetsis at least once. Usually Melony is 100% on the kids side and gladly helps them to drive Ghetsis nuts (Melony will never stop bullying Ghetsis)

-> N and Dardanne don't really let the kids near the Driftveil Safe House, because they fear the grunts would start worshipping them the same way they worship N because of the brainwashing they went through in Plasma.

-> Bianca, Cheren and Gray (BW1 protagonist in that story) hang around a lot. Cheren is the most "adult" in the group and struggles a bit with children, but Bianca and Gray will happily spend time with the kids.

-> In general, the kids have no knowledge of Plasma and N and Dardanne's backstories. For all they know, Dardanne rescues Pokémons and has a part-time job at a Pokémon Daycare, while N works in engineering (Becoming the ferris wheel man he always wanted to be). Later in life, when the children are old enough, Anthea and Concordia babysit the children for N and Dardanne to travel and explore the world outside of Unova.

-> As for nicknames, they call N "dad" and Dardanne "papa". I know some English-speaking folk sometimes use papa as a name for their father, but "papa" is the universal name for fathers in French so here it is 😭

[catxolotlquoise]

Info dump about Star Candy, I just need to hear more about them, the silly, it could be anything, I NEED to hear more about them

STJSTNNYSGSBJHGSNHE

There's so much a wanna say but also not cuz I wanna draw it out!!😭😭

I was planning on making this a comic but knowing my lazy ass I probably won't get to it...

SO HUMAN LORE DUMP IT IS >:D

(Sorry in advance cuz I Will ramble almost everything out of order)

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Star Candy Cookies human name is Esther. They were raised by the same witches that created the Beast Cookies. Where'd they come from? They were found in the forest. But not in the a form you'd think, like a wondering lost child or smth.

When Esther was found by the witches familiar, they were nothing but a cracked and scratched orb who's light was very dim.

The witches senses there was a bit of life emanating from the orb, so they sprinkled quite a bit of Life Powder on it to see what it does. To their surprise, it reactes and I guess hatches?

And Taa-Daa, Esther is 'born'

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Esther life was pretty alrighty. Mostly watching the witches create cookies and practice magic. Also because the the orb they came from was in a bad condition, it of course left some lasting effects. Like being in constant pain, it's worse if anyone just slightly touches them.

Their favorite food is strawberries. Strawberry jam is their absolute favorite >:]

Esther was raised with a lot of love and care from the witches. Almost to a suffocating degree. So their favorite thing to do is spending time alone either reading or trying to bake.

They can use simple magic for themselves. But not their wish grant abilities yet. They only become aware of it after the witches disappeared (left behind a letter)

Btw, Esther did at one point unintentionally use their wish granting abilities on themselves. It was a small wish (they wanted a certain book that wasn't in the library) but the drawback sent their body into shock. Forcing the witches to put them in a temporary coma, one they can wake up from if they chose to.

Which...they never woke up from for years, enjoying their sweet pain-free dream.

During that period the witches disappeared

Blah blah blah typing, Esther eventually wakes up cuz their dreams were getting boring and decides to go live in the cookie world instead

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As for where the orb(Esther) came from?

The abandoned wizard tower. Some wild animals came in and messed around. Flinging the ord out the window and traveling all the way to where the witches lived. (Rivers, Birds, other crazy animals, it was a really bumpy ride)

That's why I put 'Witch' in quotes marks. Esther is not actually a witch. Just raised by them

Orb in the wizards town huh??? Sorry buts that's angst for another day :]

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A silly, but Ether gave themselves the title of Witch of Wishes