#labrador invitation

[akookminsupporter]

ARE YOU SURE?!: THIRD EPISODE

MY IMPRESSIONS

Preface: This is not an analysis post, and honestly, I don’t want to overanalyse their interactions or everything they said and did—many others are already doing that. My intention with this post is simply to share my thoughts on the episodes, my impressions, and perhaps my conclusions.

I’m writing this as I watch the episodes for the second time.

Well, this time the trailer or preview of the episode didn’t lie. Tae wasn’t originally scheduled, so to speak, to be on the show. He saw the schedule and invited himself. That’s very him; he does what he wants. This is also confirmed by the activities they chose.

From the first minute, you can see the dynamic between Jungkook and Tae, and I find it so obvious that I don’t understand why many people misinterpret it. They have a slightly passive-aggressive dynamic, but in a fun way. Jungkook is the cheeky teenager who always has a comeback for everything.

They really love Jeju Island. And Jungkook had to prove that his Jiminpedia is up to date.

Jimin and Jungkook bickering cutely will always give me life.

Jimin looked tired at the beginning of the trip. I wonder if it’s mainly because he tends to get carsick?

This episode perfectly showcased the dynamics between each pair, and I feel it confirmed what I said in an Ask: each pair operates on different wavelengths, and when they’re together, it becomes even more apparent. I feel like they try to make it work, and generally, it does, but it’s still obvious that their dynamics are different.

Tae and Jungkook are like two puppy Labradors, excited about absolutely everything. The way they ordered all kinds of food and then ate it so excitedly and happily was endearing to watch. Jimin looking a bit nostalgic and tired, it was quite… an interesting contrast, and a little bit funny too.

The way Jungkook’s face lit up when Jimin walked into the restaurant is just too beautiful and reminded me of that time when they were visiting a TinyTans store, and his face transformed when he heard Jimin’s voice. The same thing happened here.

Tae saying he shouldn’t have come, and Jimin and Jungkook immediately telling him to leave then, that it was their trip, is such a mood. They said it in a funny way, but at the same time, it’s a bit of that passive-aggressive dynamic the three of them share. Though I do wonder what Tae meant when he said “they do that even when there are no cameras”. What was he referring to? The slight awkwardness that’s always there between them? Or what?

Jimin and Jungkook telling Tae what happened on their trip to the USA suggests they don’t tell each other everything.

Why is Jungkook always picking up Jimin’s shoes, and why is Jimin practically allergic to his own shoes? Hahaha.

Jimin chasing after Tae to feed him is so on-brand with their dynamic.

Tae not knowing how to order at a drive-thru is that reminder we sometimes need as fans that they’ve never led normal lives. Though, on the other hand, Jimin seemed like an expert or at least someone with experience ajajajaajaja.

Jimin saying he wasn’t okay with Jungkook not finishing his coffee, despite Jungkook saying it was fine if he didn’t, says a lot about the kind of person Jimin is and how much he cares about Jungkook too.

Jimin and Jungkook immediately understanding that the mattress on the floor was for Tae and that the beds were obviously for them was a bit funny. I don’t know if they did it intentionally, but they basically said, “You weren’t originally part of the plan.”

Once again, Jungkook always worrying about the staff is heartwarming to see. They’re amazing people.

Vminkook, in general, are cute to watch together. Fun. It’s easy to see they’re the youngest in the group, haha. They’re too adorable. But it’s also easy to see in moments that Jimin is definitely the eldest, haha.

Jimin sleeping through all the chaos caused by Jungkook and Tae is definitely a MOOD. This reminds me of my previous posts when I said Jimin is one of those people who loves to travel and plan trips, but once he arrives, he just wants to rest and do nothing.

That said, Jimin just needed a nap to recharge. Ajajajajajaj

Well, we got to the part where Jungkook and Tae were lying down together. With all due respect, there was nothing romantic about it, and Jungkook looked a bit uncomfortable or lost. Another thing about their dynamic is that Tae often treats Jungkook like a child, or maybe “baby” is the right word in their case. Jungkook usually goes with the flow, but only for a moment. And that moment is a clear example of that. Their dynamic is definitely interesting.

Jungkook and Tae teasing Jimin is a recurring thing when the three of them are together. The funny part is that Jimin is usually the one who starts, but then he can’t handle them.

When they went to the game center, or whatever it’s called, is when we saw the true regression of Jungkook and Tae to their childhood, haha. Jungkook, in particular, was the happiest. This moment also reconfirmed that the trip was designed for Jimin and Jungkook only. Another thing that became clear is that everything they did was chosen by them, as Jimin said it was his idea to pick that place.

When Jimin jumped and got hurt, the way Jungkook’s face fell immediately reminded me of the online concert the guys did. When Jimin started crying, Jungkook didn’t notice right away, and he was smiling, but when he saw Jimin, his face immediately changed. Something similar happened here.

Hearing Jungkook say “Jiminssi” in the way he always does will always give me years of life.

Jimin and Tae are mostly toddlers together. And they’re very cute to watch.

MY CONCLUSION ON THE THIRD EPISODE

This episode was what I thought it would be. As I’ve said many times, watching their dynamic is interesting.

Something else I confirmed is that the dynamic between Jimin and Jungkook changes a bit when there’s another member present. It’s not that they change in those moments, but I feel they adjust their dynamic to include the other person. I feel they also sacrifice their closeness in a way so as not to exclude the other person. More than once, I’ve wondered if they do this because they’re aware of how they are ajajaajajaj.

The above, I think, is the reason why this episode feels so different from the previous one. This episode is three friends on a vacation that was originally meant for two.

Something I did feel, and this might be controversial, is that this episode felt like a filler episode. I feel like it was more of the same and wasn’t really necessary. I don’t know. It’s also true that this episode felt more like what we’re used to seeing in these types of BTS shows, so in a way, it felt nostalgic.

With that, I can understand why many are saying they miss the vibe of the first two episodes and honestly, I kind of agree with that. I want more of the first two episodes, but at the same time, I like the fact that the three of them had that time together before enlisting and honestly, that difference helps to clearly see the difference between Jimin and Jungkook when they’re alone compared to when they’re with others, in this case, with another member.

Overall, I enjoyed the episode. It was really fun and cute. And I want to see more of how their dynamic and interactions developed as a trio.

If you’ve made it this far, I’m sorry and thank you—I just couldn’t stop writing ajajajajaja.

[ellouchi]

Curly dating headcannons (sfw/gn)

Disclaimer: a little bit of angst (no post crash, that's for another time), mentions of Jimmy (for some people out there)

Side notes: Curly the man you are.... Genuinely would date him, like appearance aside he's so interesting and he's like a mature labrador that I wanna pat and teach tricks. Right, that aside, next hcs are either nsfw or something else entirely, my mood in unpredictable. As always let me know if there are any types of mistakes!

— I think it would take a looong time for you to get together romantically, Curly just lets things develop on their own, he rarely acts on his deeper, more personal feelings. He's not exactly in tune with himself (like most men). However, when Curly realises he has been developing feelings for you, romantic ones, it's literally hard not to notice you. You were pinning for this man for so long when all of the sudden, one day he comes with a big expensive bouquet of flowers inviting you on a date.

— Curly's confidence extends to his PDA, he's super smooth. As per other people's hcs, it's not too much but enough to establish for people that you two are dating. Mainly it's giving you a peck on your cheek or head, gliding his hand over your back and waist. This man is not particularly starved for touch, but gosh he feels blessed every time you play with his hair. Leans into your touch no matter what, a smile tugging on his lips involuntarily.

— as your relationship progresses, so does the usage of pet names. Dove, dear, angel, and love is a go-to for Curly. Gets shivers in a good way when you call him your captain, or if you're married, your husband (I have intense urge to write more, but that goes to marriage hcs).

— Curly carries that cowboy vibe (his favourite genres of music are country and old school rock). He definitely hums and sings some corny ass love songs under his breath when he approaches you or even thinks about you. Please sing along, and if you're shy, he will encourage you (I hc that "Let's Ride into the Sunset Together" by Jerry and Don Burnham is his favourite song you can't change my mind).

— Curly, if you got married before his work at Pony Express, commutes back home with the thoughts akin to "I can't wait to spend the evening with my beautiful spouse", yes he will be this corny. If you're the one coming late, Curly would complete the hardest or your least favourite chores and cook supper for you. It's not a big deal to him, plus you're coming home to relax and recharge. It also gives you more time to spend together; simply lazing on the couch sounds fantastic too.

— Curly is a morning person, gets up at 4 a.m. to exercise and get ready for the day. Getting up with you is wonderful, but he loves to wake up first. There is just something so homey with the way you're tucked into the comforter, snuggling to his side. Curly will spend a good minute just admiring you. This is one the favourite things in your relationship that he treasures deeply.

— now onto the food: Curly cooks the best breakfasts, period. Anything he does with eggs is to die for. But don't worry if you don't like them — Curly will come up with another dish for you specifically! His other specialty are sandwiches: he practised so much he could be considered a master of them. Guess who makes you work lunches with cute tupperware? All your colleagues are jelly as hell.

— if you cook, Curly eats EVERYTHING, like the plates are empty, no crumbs nor sauce. Even if it's food that he's not used to, he will chew on it thoroughly and give you a thumbs up. Fortunately, Curly has very "domestic" taste, nothing sophisticated required for him to shower you will praise. You can make him mac and cheese and he would genuinely be happy. Takes up doing the dishes after your meals (god bless).

— Curly generally loves having you in his life. It's not necessary for you to spend every waking hour by his side or share the same enthusiasm for his hobbies. He loves you with his whole heart and he's grateful for getting to have you as his partner. Sharing a cozy living space, going out with you by his side, having long conversations or little sweet talks at night before falling asleep. This is what Curly lives for.

— following up the previous hc: Curly loves you no matter what (it's both concerning and reassuring). He thinks both negative and positive qualities make up your being. Unlike Jimmy, Curly would feed into your vices because he wouldn't consider this to be so impactful for you in the long run. Unconditional love has it's downs. With that said, if you actively try to better yourself — Curly is so proud of you. He really is. When you show him your growth or when he notices it on his own, he can feel his heart melt. His eyes may even become wet a little, Curly can get sentimental at times.

— give this man a chance to show you off and he will take it. Curly never has hard time saying what exactly he loves in you, from your personality to your appearance. If you attend any social gathering, he either holds your arm or has his arm held by yours. You have to fight the urge to look at him constantly because Curly can't just take his eyes off of you. Makes his friends either gush or groan at the sight.

— Curly loves you and means well, truly. You may have known each other for years, in marriage or not, but he would still have troubles opening up to you. It's because you're so close to each other, he cares so such for you he doesn't want to burden you with his inner conflicts. Curly should be happy, he's grateful for the things he has, and yet even with you he feels lost. The best thing you could do is show him that you care about him. If you support Curly and prove him that his feelings matter no less than yours, he would listen and try to be more forward with you. Therapy is also always a good option, and it's far easier to convince Curly to pick it up.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Sim Jaeyun x F!Reader TW : angsty ; little tiny argument ; mainly fluff though ; Word Count : 1.1k Request : Anonny : Hey hey can I request a Jake fic Where HES had a really bad day and he comes home from work and you don’t know what’s wrong so you keep walking on eggshells around him and then one minor inconvenience just makes him break down and you’re just there to comfort him A/N : Haven't done an Enhypen fic in so long, omg. I hope everyone enjoys it though!!

Jake was the personification of a puppy, a labrador to be exact. He was the happiest person you knew, and everyone around you would agree. He had this ability to just make everything better, he made even your worst days better just by walking into the room and smiling in your direction. From the moment you met him, bad days didn’t exist anymore, he wouldn’t allow it. That’s why you thought yourself to be the luckiest person in the world, not because you were dating Jake the idol from Enhypen… No, it was because your boyfriend was Sim Jaeyun, your best friend, your favorite person in the whole universe. 

Like clockwork, the front door unlocked and your head quickly turned to look at it, awaiting the appearance of your wonderful boyfriend. Every single day he’d come through the door with a smile and a little snack that he picked up on his way home. You’d run to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss as if it were the last time your lips would ever connect. He’d spin you around, peppering the top of your head with more kisses just to hear you giggle, and you always did. 

Today shouldn’t have been any different, but when he came in, he was empty handed. That wasn’t a problem though, you knew that sometimes little things like that can slip people's minds. He wasn’t smiling either though, and the vibe that he gave off was completely different from what you were used to. He was usually so warm and inviting, but the coldness that you felt from him had goosebumps prickling along your entire body. 

It was the first time since being together that you felt like you didn’t know how to approach him, or better yet, whether you should approach him at all. “Is… Is everything okay?” You practically squeaked out the question, and while he wasn’t a scary person, the look that he shot in your direction was nothing close to friendly. 

“Does it look like everything is okay?” He snapped, and you weren’t used to him talking to you like that. You weren’t used to the way he was being right now at all. It was so unusual in fact, that it made you extremely uncomfortable, your mouth snapping shut immediately, not knowing what to say or what to do next. “I’m going to bed, I just want to be alone.” He mumbled, stalking right past you to go into the bedroom. 

“But… You haven’t eaten yet… Do you want me to bring you-” 

“Alone!” He repeated his last word more forcefully this time, not even letting you finish your sentence, and once again, your mouth was shut as you meekly nodded your head in agreement. The bedroom door slamming shut made you jump, but as soon as the initial shock from the sound wore off, all you could do was cry. You weren’t sure what had happened, you didn’t know what was going on… But you did know that the man that had walked into your house today surely wasn’t the boyfriend that you were used to. 

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You ended up dozing off on the couch, or, moreso, crying yourself to sleep on the couch, and after an amount of time that you weren’t even aware had passed, you were awoken by the sound of sniffling right beside your head. “Jake…?” You groggily questioned, your eyes barely opened when you rolled over, but you were met with a very blurry picture of his face only a couple inches from yours. 

“I’m sorry…” He said weakly, his hand coming up slowly to cup your cheek. “I couldn’t sleep… Not until I apologized… But you were sleeping when I came out and… Usually you look so happy when you’re sleeping, you look so peaceful… But you looked so sad and felt even more awful… And I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…” He was getting choked up again, you could hear it in his voice, but before you even had the chance to try to tell him it was okay, he was talking once more. “Work was just really stressful today and… I couldn’t get the dances right… And they had to keep stopping practice because of me… And I felt like crap because of it and I was so mad at myself… And I came home… And I just messed up again with you and I made you cry… And I’m just failing at everything… I’m sorry…” 

You didn’t want him to feel like a failure, not when it came to his career, and definitely not when it came to being your boyfriend. You sat up as fast as you could, the sudden movement making you momentarily dizzy, but you were in a hurry to comfort him, to make sure that he didn’t think that way any longer. “Babe, everyone has bad days. They happen. It’s normal. I have bad days all the time, that doesn’t make me a failure… Well, I hope it doesn’t. But you’re amazing, you’re a great dancer, and the only thing that you’re better at than being an idol, is being my wonderful, loving, cutie patootie of a boyfriend.” The corners of his lips twitched up for a split second before lowering back down to a pout. “Come… Come sit.” You patted the seat beside you, and he slowly moved up onto the couch, but once he was there you tugged his sleeve, pulling him down so that his head was resting in your lap. “Comfy?” You asked, and he nodded his head. “Good…” You brushed your fingers through his hair, doing everything you could to calm him, to comfort him. “You know… Whenever I have bad days, you’re always there for me to make me feel better… I want to do that same thing for you. I’m here for you, not just to love you and give you hugs and kisses… I’m here to support you too, to cheer you up when you’re sad, to calm you down when you’re angry… I’m your girlfriend, that’s what we do…” 

“So… you’re not mad at me?” He whispered, looking up at you with the cutest puppy eyes, and how could you possibly stay mad at him when he looked at you like that? You shook your head no, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m really sorry though… I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I love you so much… I was scared that you’d leave me…” 

“You’re gonna have to do a little more than that to get rid of me.” You joked, and you were happy to hear the small chuckle that vibrated through his whole body. “I’d never leave you because of something like that… I don’t want you to worry that some small little tiff is going to break us up. We’re stronger than that. I just want you to know that you can talk to me, no matter what it’s about… I’m always going to be here for you. Always.”  

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[komoboko]

Hi! Not a request but just curious. What kind of pets do you think the kananoko squad would have in a modern au?

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐰𝐧

ft: tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, kanao tsuyuri, genya shinazugawa

These are 1am rambles brah

TANJIRO would like to raise a dog, standard but oddly fitting for him. I think he would have multiple to be honest, he enjoys breeds that are more active so I would see him with a golden retriever or a Labrador. His pets really like you to!! Almost like he silently taught them to be just like him.

He definitely has dogs that get big but still thinks they are lap dogs 100%. Whenever you come over to his house and sit anywhere it’s a 50% chance a dog will come lay near you, next to you, or usually on top of you. His dogs are kinda spoiled to, he’ll you he scolds them but you caught him giving them treats when he was suppose to one time.

ZENITSU wants something small, not to big and easy to manage. Personally I think he own a bunch of guinea pigs. Very random choice but just hear me out. They remind me of his sparrow, he likes to hold them when he’s around the house. You may see him walking in a thick turtleneck during the summer, but that’s just because his guinea pig is resting in the next area.

They are a little stubborn though, even zenitsu doesn’t know why. They can get mad and almost bit you before, but that’s normally if they haven’t eaten. You don’t what zenitsu feeds them but he definitely has those really thick guinea pigs just for no reason at all. Well there is a reason as you have to invite his guinea pig to the table to eat with you all during dinner. Also obanai is banned from coming over is kaburamaru is tagging along.

INOSUKE probably wants a really unconventional pet, like I bet he tried to convince you to let him get a boar before. In the end he sticks with a dog like tanjiro. Just the breeds are different I bet he wants have to have a doberman or a German Shepard. He wants to train those dogs for war I tell you.

You refused to enter his house for a bit until his dogs get to know you, you preferred keeping in your feet and not getting tackled by his dogs. He likes to play fight with them always playing fetch with them outside. Although besides this you to went a farm that was mixed with a shelter where they have this really small boar. Every time you go there inosuke always spends time without. He named the lil dude megatron.

KANAO I feel like would have a bird of some sorts. A really well trained one as well. Not like a usual house pet but those really expensive exotic birds. She’s trained it and had help from professionals to train it now, it’s at this point where you can almost have full fledged conversation with it. It knows both of your names, the food it likes everything.

Sometimes the bird is unusually smart.. like the time you brought snacks that you and the bird can both eat but kanao never wants you to. When she can back you had everything hidden and the perfect fool proof lie created. Until the bird “coincidentally” said your name and the beaks brand right after. You were the one getting in trouble and her bird face no repercussions.

GENYA is pretty straightforward he just wants a cat. He likes how they’re more chill and calm and sometimes just hang by themselves or with him. also because the cat owning trait was subconsciously influenced by gyomei’s love for cats. It just grew on him eventually. I think I can see him with one of those black and white bicolor cats but I doubt he would care about the breed.

You tend to compare Genya to his cat a lot because of how similar they look in the face. For some reason Genya’s cat just looks mad, all the time. He could be giving it treats and it would just have the more monotone expression on its face. The cat doesn’t mind you though, Genya could be calling it thinking it’s asleep. Only to find it trailing after you while you go to sit on his couch.

[psychics4unet]

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Pile 1: 🌙✨

The cards in this pile are the Star 🌟, the Hermit 🦉, and the Fool 🤸‍♀️.

The Star 🌟: Represents calm and healing energy, suggesting that your future spouse will enjoy pets like birds 🦜, fish 🐠, or rabbits 🐰—gentle, serene animals that bring peace and comfort to the home. 🌸

The Hermit 🦉: This card points to a person who enjoys solitude, so they may love cats 🐱 or reptiles 🦎 like snakes 🐍 or lizards—pets that don’t demand constant interaction but offer quiet companionship. 🧘‍♀️

The Fool 🤸‍♀️: The Fool brings spontaneity and adventure. Your future spouse may be drawn to more active, playful pets like a dog 🐕, particularly a border collie 🐾 or golden retriever 🐕‍🦺, that matches their adventurous spirit. 🌍

Summary: Your future spouse is likely to love a mix of calm and playful animals. They could be drawn to pets like cats 🐱, dogs 🐕, or birds 🦜. They seek both quiet companionship and a bit of fun! 🎉✨

Pile 2: 💫🔮

The cards in this pile are the Moon 🌙, the Lovers 💖, and the Chariot 🚗.

The Moon 🌙: This card suggests an attraction to mysterious and intuitive pets. Your future spouse might be drawn to black cats 🖤🐱, ferrets 🐾, or even owls 🦉—pets that are a bit mystical or have unique personalities. 🌒

The Lovers 💖: Reflecting harmony and deep connection, this card points toward pets that offer companionship and mutual respect. Your spouse might love dogs 🐶, particularly golden retrievers 🐕‍🦺 or labradors 🐕—loyal and affectionate breeds. 🐾

The Chariot 🚗: Represents determination and movement. Your future spouse might enjoy active pets 🏃‍♂️ like a horse 🐎 or a border collie 🐕—pets that require focus, exercise, and attention to thrive. 🌟

Summary: Your future spouse will likely love animals that challenge them and offer deep emotional connections. They may enjoy dogs 🐕 and could also be drawn to more exotic animals like ferrets 🐾 or owls 🦉. 🐾✨

Pile 3: 🌺🌟

The cards in this pile are the Strength 💪, the Empress 🌸, and the Tower 🏰.

Strength 💪: Your future spouse will likely be drawn to strong, patient pets like German shepherds 🐕‍🦺 or boxers 🥊—larger breeds that require training and show resilience but also offer affection. 🐾

The Empress 🌸: This card represents nurturing energy. Your spouse might love cocker spaniels 🐶, cavalier King Charles spaniels 🐾, or bunnies 🐰—animals that require care and offer a lot of emotional reward in return. 💕

The Tower 🏰: The Tower suggests a preference for unexpected or exotic pets. Your future spouse may be intrigued by more unique or uncommon pets like hedgehogs ��, parrots 🦜, or even geckos 🦎—animals that may seem surprising but will offer a deep bond. 🐾💥

Summary: Your future spouse is likely to love animals that require care, patience, and offer an emotional connection. Expect pets like German shepherds 🐕, cocker spaniels 🐶, or even hedgehogs 🦔—unique pets that bring both joy and surprise into their lives. 🎉💖

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[galaxysupreme17]

Nature Hike with a Surprise

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

The soft hum of the car's engine filled the air as Taylor drove up the winding roads toward Westview. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a warm, golden glow. Y/n sat in the passenger seat, her gaze soft as she entered the familiar surroundings. A small, contented smile tugged at her lips as they rounded the final bend.

Taylor’s hand rested on Y/n’s thigh, her thumb tracing slow, comforting circles. Her blonde hair shimmered in the light, and her blue eyes flicked toward Y/n with a gentle smile.

“You okay, princess?” Taylor asked, her voice low and affectionate.

Y/n turned her head, meeting Taylor’s gaze. “Better than okay. It feels so good to be back. Especially with you.”

Taylor’s smile widened. “I love seeing you like this. You’re glowing.”

Y/n squeezed Taylor’s hand, their fingers lacing together. “It’s home. And now, you’re part of it, too.”

As they pulled into the driveway, the scent of lavender and freshly cut grass filled the air. The house stood as it always had, its blue shutters and ivy-covered porch welcoming them back.

Before Y/n could unbuckle her seatbelt, Taylor was already out of the car, opening her door.

“Thanks, babe,” Y/n said, laughing as Taylor gave a mock bow.

“Anything for you,” Taylor teased, grabbing their bags from the trunk.

They had barely started up the driveway when a streak of black fur came bounding toward them, barking excitedly.

“Padfoot!” Y/n exclaimed, dropping to her knees as the large black Labrador barreled into her arms, tail wagging furiously. He whined and licked her face, his excitement palpable.

Taylor chuckled, watching the reunion. “He missed you.”

“Of course he did,” Y/n cooed, scratching behind Padfoot’s ears. “Didn’t you, boy?”

The front door swung open, and Rio came rushing out, her eyes excitedly bright.

“Mi niña!” Rio called, practically running to Y/n and pulling her into a tight hug.

“Mom!” Y/n laughed, hugging her back just as fiercely. “I missed you.”

Rio cupped Y/n’s face, studying her intently. “Look at you. More beautiful every time I see you.”

Y/n’s cheeks flushed. “It’s only been a few months.”

“Too long,” Rio insisted, her voice thick with emotion. She turned to Taylor, pulling her into a hug as well. “Good to see you again, Taylor.”

“Good to see you too, Rio,” Taylor said warmly. “Thanks for having me.”

Padfoot barked once, circling them excitedly before darting back toward the house.

“Come on,” Rio said, draping an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. “Agatha’s been counting down the minutes.”

Y/n grinned. “She has?”

“You know how your mama gets,” Rio teased.

Inside, the house was exactly as Y/n remembered: warm, inviting, and filled with the scent of fresh bread and herbs. The soft hum of jazz played from a record player in the corner.

Agatha appeared at the doorway, her eyes lighting up when she saw Y/n.

“There’s my girl,” Agatha said, arms open wide.

“Mama!” Y/n cried, rushing into her embrace.

Agatha held her tightly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I missed you so much, darling.”

“I missed you too,” Y/n whispered, feeling the familiar comfort of her mama’s embrace.

Agatha pulled back slightly, her eyes flicking to Taylor with a knowing smile. “Taylor. Welcome back.”

Taylor grinned. “Thanks, Agatha. Good to be back.”

Y/n glanced between them, her heart full. She felt completely and utterly at home with her mom, her mama, Taylor, and Padfoot all here.

The soft, golden light of dawn filtered through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow across the room. The crisp autumn air seeped in through the slightly cracked window, carrying the scent of fallen leaves. Beneath the cozy layers of their blankets, Y/n and Taylor lay intertwined, the world outside still quiet and peaceful.

Taylor stirred first, blinking sleepily as she took in the familiar sight of Y/n nestled against her chest. Y/n's dark brown hair fanned out across the pillow, and her steady, rhythmic breathing created a sense of calm. Taylor smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/n’s forehead.

"Morning, princess," Taylor whispered softly, her voice still husky with sleep.

Y/n murmured something unintelligible, snuggling closer and tightening her grip around Taylor’s waist.

Taylor chuckled. "Guess you’re not ready to wake up yet, huh?"

"Five more minutes," Y/n mumbled, her voice muffled against Taylor's shoulder.

Taylor obliged, wrapping her arms tighter around Y/n and savoring their warmth. Eventually, the soft chirping of birds outside signaled that the day was well underway. Y/n slowly blinked awake, meeting Taylor’s gaze with a sleepy smile.

“Morning,” Y/n whispered, her voice soft and warm.

“Morning, beautiful.” Taylor brushed a strand of hair from Y/n’s face. “Ready for today’s adventure?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up at the reminder. “Hiking day! Let’s go!”

Taylor laughed as Y/n suddenly found a burst of energy, throwing off the covers and bounding out of bed.

They are dressed in layers, wearing comfortable leggings and long-sleeve tops under lightweight jackets. Y/n opted for a cozy beanie to keep her ears warm, while Taylor donned a navy blue hoodie.

“Think we’ll need gloves?” Y/n asked, rummaging through her closet.

“Nah, we’ll warm up once we start moving,” Taylor replied, tying her blonde hair into a loose ponytail.

Padfoot padded into the room, tail wagging as he nudged Y/n’s leg.

“Hey, buddy,” Y/n cooed, crouching down to scratch behind his ears. “Ready for a walk later?”

Padfoot barked softly in response, his tail wagging faster.

A couple of hours later, Y/n, Taylor, Agatha, and Rio set off on the trail just outside Westview. The cool breeze carried the scent of pine and damp earth, and the forest around them seemed to glow in orange, yellow, and red shades.

Y/n bounced ahead, practically vibrating with excitement as she snapped photos of everything that caught her eye. Taylor followed steadily, a small backpack slung over her shoulders with snacks and water.

“You always like this on hikes?” Taylor teased, watching Y/n dart toward a patch of wildflowers, her camera clicking away.

“Yes,” Agatha said while Y/n protested simultaneously, “No!”

Rio chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “She’s always been curious. Once, she tried to bring home a turtle she found in a creek.”

Y/n groaned, glancing back at them. “Can we please not talk about the turtle incident?”

Agatha smirked, clearly enjoying the memory. “You named it ‘Shellie.’”

Taylor laughed, leaning over to kiss Y/n’s temple. “That’s adorable.”

Y/n huffed but couldn’t hide her smile. “Let’s just keep moving.”

As they climbed higher, Y/n continued to point out interesting plants and bugs, her curiosity as boundless as ever.

“Mama, what’s this?” Y/n asked, holding up a leaf with intricate patterns.

Agatha leaned closer, her sharp eyes studying the leaf. “That’s a fern frond. They’re ancient plants, been around for millions of years.”

“Like you?” Y/n teased, earning a playful swat on the arm.

“Watch it, young lady,” Agatha warned, though her eyes twinkled with affection.

Rio chuckled. “Careful, Y/n. You don’t want her turning you into a toad.”

Y/n grinned. “I’d make a cute toad.”

“Debatable,” Taylor quipped, earning a laugh from everyone.

Everyone paused as the trail opened to reveal a breathtaking view of the valley below. The rolling hills stretched out beneath them, bathed in golden light. The distant sound of a waterfall added to the serene atmosphere.

“Wow,” Y/n breathed, lifting her camera to capture the moment.

Taylor wrapped an arm around Y/n’s waist, resting her chin on Y/n’s head. “Beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Y/n agreed softly, though she wasn’t sure if she meant the view or how Taylor made her feel.

They found a flat spot to sit, spreading out a small blanket. Taylor handed out water bottles and snacks, and Y/n leaned back against her, sighing contentedly.

“I could stay here forever,” Y/n murmured, gazing out at the view.

“Agreed,” Taylor whispered, kissing the top of Y/n’s head.

Agatha and Rio sat nearby, sharing a quiet moment of their own.

“Remember when we found this spot?” Rio said, nudging Agatha playfully.

“How could I forget? You nearly fell off the ledge trying to get a better view.”

“I did not!” Rio protested, laughing.

“You did,” Agatha insisted, grinning. “I had to grab you by the collar to pull you back.”

Y/n chuckled. “Sounds about right.”

They spent the next hour enjoying the peace and quiet, snapping photos, and sharing stories. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, they reluctantly packed up and started the journey back down the trail.

Before they left, Y/n lingered for a moment, taking one last photo of the view. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, and she smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for this day, this moment, and the people by her side.

When they returned home, the sky had transformed into a canvas of oranges and purples, the cool autumn breeze following them inside. Y/n and Taylor kicked off their hiking boots at the door, their laughter filling the cozy space as Padfoot padded around them, wagging his tail enthusiastically.

"Shower," Y/n groaned playfully, stretching her arms above her head. “I feel like I’m covered in trail dust.”

“Agreed,” Taylor chuckled, looping an arm around Y/n’s waist. “But you’re still cute, dusty or not.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, leaning into Taylor’s side as they made their way upstairs.

After showering, they changed into soft, comfortable clothes—Y/n wore an oversized sweater and leggings, while Taylor sported a flannel shirt and sweatpants. Y/N towel-dried her hair as they walked back downstairs, the scent of fresh popcorn wafting through the air.

They found Agatha and Rio already in the living room. Agatha arranged blankets on the couch, and Rio poured hot chocolate into four mugs.

“Perfect timing,” Rio said, grinning as she handed Y/n a mug.

“Thanks, Mom,” Y/n replied, her eyes lighting up as she took a sip.

Taylor plopped onto the couch, tugging Y/n down beside her. Y/n curled up against Taylor’s side, resting her head on Taylor's chest. Padfoot jumped onto the floor beside them, settling in satisfactorily.

Agatha and Rio joined them a moment later, but instead of settling in next to them, Agatha and Rio sat at the other end of the couch, curling up together with a soft blanket of their own. Agatha glanced over at Y/n and raised an eyebrow.

“Movie night?” Rio suggested, setting a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

“Yes, please,” Y/n mumbled, her voice muffled against Taylor’s chest.

“What are we watching?” Taylor asked, absentmindedly stroking Y/n’s hair.

“Something spooky,” Rio declared with a mischievous grin. “Let’s see if you two can handle it.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, but Taylor grinned. “I’ve got you if it gets too scary.”

Agatha looked toward Rio, then to Y/n, mouthing, You’re on your own, sweetheart. Y/n rolled her eyes, but Taylor squeezed her closer.

“No horror, please,” Y/n said, squirming a little as she pulled her legs up onto the couch. “I don’t like the scary stuff.”

“I don’t either,” Agatha added, tucking her head into Rio’s shoulder.

Rio laughed, holding up a DVD case with an exaggerated wink. “Well, too bad! Horror’s happening.”

Y/n groaned, leaning her head back against Taylor's shoulder. “Mama, please, I don’t want to have nightmares.”

"Don't worry, sweetie. It won’t be that bad," Rio reassured, her voice playful.

Y/n huffed, trying to hide her smile. “I’ll be hiding my eyes for most of it, so prepare yourself, Taylor.”

“I’ve got you,” Taylor whispered, brushing her lips against Y/n’s temple. “I’ll protect you from the scary stuff.”

The movie started, and it was a classic horror flick that Rio was practically bouncing with excitement to watch. Taylor leaned into Y/n, her hand resting comfortably on her back. Agatha crossed her arms and huddled closer to Rio, occasionally whispering her own commentary on the film, much to Rio’s amusement.

Y/n, however, was having a harder time enjoying it. Every eerie sound and jump scare had her flinching, and she buried her face into Taylor’s shoulder, muttering, “I swear, I’m going to get nightmares from this.”

Taylor laughed softly, rubbing Y/n’s back. “You’re safe with me, babe. Don’t worry about it.”

Agatha, as usual, looked completely unfazed by the movie, though she did lean into Rio’s warmth when the tension built up.

“Is it supposed to be this tense?” Y/n whispered, her eyes squinted shut.

Taylor chuckled, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s temple. “I promise, I’m right here.”

“Do you guys always watch these horror movies?” Y/n asked, her voice a bit higher than usual.

“Yes,” Rio answered immediately. “Love them.”

Agatha nodded, not taking her eyes off the screen. “It’s relaxing after a long day.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, half-exasperated, half-amused. “You two are crazy.”

As the movie reached its most nerve-wracking moment, Y/n whimpered and snuggled closer to Taylor. “I don’t think I can take it anymore!”

"Okay, okay," Taylor said with a soft laugh. "Let's fast-forward this part, babe." She reached for the remote, but Rio immediately protested.

“Hey, no skipping!” Rio exclaimed, grinning as she looked at Agatha. “They’re not going to get out of it that easily!”

Agatha raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile on her face. “You’re right, Rio. Let’s keep the fun going.”

Y/n groaned dramatically, but she stayed firmly pressed against Taylor. Taylor smiled down at her, letting Y/n hide her face against her chest as they endured the terrifying moments together.

Eventually, the movie ended, and Rio was absolutely thrilled by it. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked, looking at Y/n and Agatha, who was breathing a little more rapidly than usual.

“I’m still convinced that was way too scary,” Y/n said, her voice muffled into the crook of Taylor’s arm.

“I warned you, sweetheart,” Agatha said with a small smile, but her eyes were warm and affectionate as she reached over to brush Y/n’s hair out of her face.

Taylor smiled, leaning in to kiss Y/n’s forehead. “It was worth it if we get to snuggle this close afterward.”

“Agreed,” Y/n murmured, closing her eyes. “But no more horror movies for me, okay?”

“Deal,” Taylor whispered, tightening her hold on Y/n as the last of the movie credits rolled.

Agatha and Rio exchanged a knowing glance, both smiling softly as they pulled each other closer, content in the peaceful moment they shared with their daughter.

In that perfect moment, Y/n knew she was exactly where she was meant to be—surrounded by love, laughter, and the warmth of family.

[bonny-kookoo]

noooo omg seven days yoongi is such a sweetheart 😭😭 what happened next? did they go out on a date? how is oc introduced to that side of yoongi? omfg daddyyyy 😭😭😭

Went a bit overboard OOPS-

"Hara knows we're meeting up here, by the way." Yoongi tells you as he opens the door to his hotel room, inviting you in. "I thought that might make you feel a bit more at ease." He tells you, helping you out of your jacket after closing the door, catching you a bit off guard- but you let him anyways.

"Uh, yeah, actually it does." You nod, thanking him for both the gesture and the fact that he'd informed your best friend that you're here.

"So, you're about Hara's age, right?" He says as he motions down to a spot for you to sit, food already on the small table where he sits down at as well, on the opposite side. "Means you're younger than me by a good few years." He chuckles, opening some of the takeout containers.

You nod, quietly. You're not sure what to really tell him.

He's probably used to people having the wildest life's, the craziest stories and whatnot- and you don't really have any of that. You live a quiet life, don't go outside much and if you do, you're just a grey mouse, nothing special to see, just another living being existing amongst many others. You're boring.

"Not much of a talker?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Just.. don't have anything to say." You admit almost shamefully, and he shrugs as well, offering you some plastic cutlery you take with a quiet 'thanks' from him. "I just.. kind of, exist. That's it." You try and joke, but he just smiles, nodding to himself.

"And that's a very good thing." He agrees, starting to eat. "Otherwise how would I've met you?" He flirts, and you can't help but have to take in a deep breath.

It's hard not to get affected by a guy flirting with you like this- let alone a celebrity of all people. And he's exactly your type too- he's got this awfully specific aura about him, calm and relaxed and most of all caring.

You've never been taken care of. By no one.

He wants to remind you that you can tell him if he makes you uncomfortable, but he doesn't actually have to- you're an open book with the way you don't mask your body language at all, making him read you pretty clearly just from observing you. "So, tell me a bit about yourself." He offers you a chance to talk, taking a sip from his soda. "Even the boring stuff you think I don't want to know." He smirks at you, catching you in your attempt to tell him exactly that-

That you don't have anything to tell but boring things.

"I uh.. I work, mostly. And when I don't, I walk dogs at my local shelter- because I can't have one in my apartment." You explain. "So I kind of.. substitute." You shrug, and he nods.

"I'm sure they appreciate it." He agrees, and you become a lot more relaxed at that- making him smile to himself as he leans back a bit, watching you.

"There's an elderly labrador mix that- she's been just given to the shelter for no real reason, and has been there for years now because she's old and has black fur and is a bit slow.." You rant, occasionally stopping to eat. "But she's really sweet, and knows a lot of cool tricks. She doesn't even technically need a leash! Though she's become a bit hard of hearing lately.." You ramble on.

"Does your landlord not allow dogs?" He wonders, and you nod.

"No. He doesn't like them- and because I missed one rent in the past, he's kind of constantly searching for a reason to kick me out." You mumble. "So I rather try and stay low, so I can keep living there." You explain.

"I guess sometimes life plays like that." He shrugs, licking his lips. "How about you'd move?" He wonders. You shake your head almost immediately.

"I.. can't afford it, and I'm also a little.. attached to that small apartment." You offer. "I don't like new things, or surprises, or.. just anything I can't predict." Is what you offer as an explanation, and he nods, interested.

"Creature of habit, hm?" He observes, and you nod. "Nothing wrong with that. We find comfort in things we can rely on. I like to re-watch the same movie sometimes, simply because I know it ends well." He says, and your eyes widen at that.

"Me too!" You tell him, and again, he can't help but admire your smile. "I love watching old movies or the same episodes of my favorite shows sometimes, even though I can basically recite the dialog by memory now." You giggle, and he nods.

"Have you ever been in a relationship before?" He wonders, and has to watch how your smile deflates a bit, clearly a touchy topic for you.

"Hmhm." You nod. "But.. I'm not good at relationships." You say.

"How so?" He wonders, and you shrug, poking at your food.

"I'm too clingy." You explain. "But at the same time, I'm too boring." You continue. "I don't like going to parties, or outside in general. I rather stay in, or just.. dunno. Cook together maybe."

"So I guess because you both didn't match, he made you feel like it's your fault to make himself feel better." He simply observes.

"No- I really am too boring, I need to get out of my comfort zone more.." You admit. "I only have Hara as a friend for example. I should have more friends, right?" You wonder, but he shakes his head.

"Not necessarily." he denies. "The less friends you have, the easier to manage. I don't have many friends either." He shrugs. "But.." He starts, hand at his chin as he watches you. "I might be able to help you with getting out of your comfort zone more." He offers.

"I.. how?" You wonder, and the corners of his lips raise.

"How about.. an offer."

[bloodsol94]

OC Deep Dive Tag

Thank you @nemo-in-wonderland and @mogruith for this invite, and possible near brake down, but I came through. And I am really sorry for the delay, life got in the way.

(Now remember I am still working on Tavlon and Myron's back story, so its a bit patchy in here)

But now i have FINNALY done this and I really hope you all like it.

And with out further ado, this is Tavlon.

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PHOBIAS AND OTHER FEARS:

Spiders, Tavlon is terrified of spiders, witch is ironic as she wants to kill Loth, (perma kill). She is also terrified of losing Myron, her heart and soul. If anything happens to him, she WILL go through you, body and soul. After 30 years in this world she has learned that the world is cruel, and she can't stop time.

PET PEEVES:

As Tavlon is trans (male to female) and sense she don't have breast yet, she really don't like it when someone miss gender her. And she really don't like it when someone, (like some pumpus rich boy/girl) tells her she is a forced baby and that she is a devil, that killed her mother. That her Sword (that she got from her mother) must be given to one of them. That one ended when the blade burned one of there's hands, when they tried to steal it.

And after she transiond to female, she got "you can't do that, you are a girl" and the stuff we all have

3 ITEMS YOU COULD FIND IN THER BEDROOM

normal stuff you might fin in a noble woman's room?

A picture of her mother, looking happy down at baby Tavlon, before she died.

Myron if he is in Baldur's gate. And he is normally napping then. It's hard traveling from Neverwinter.

Then you can find her massive library one of her (many) uncles, for some reason magicked into a corner of her room.

FIRST THING THEY NOTES IN A PERSON

There eyes, 9 out of 10 times she can tell a persons intentions. The other time her ADHD kicks in and she will not allow her self to look at someone.

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW HIGH IS THER PAIN TOLLERANCE?

She has a god pain tolerance, i would say she has around a 7. She has broken bones, her tail has gotten stuck in a (many) doors, and she has a cousin that is an absolute idiot, so she has 0 of 10, when it comes to her migraines, and cousin may end up dead, if he don't run fast. Or if it's Asmodeus sitting in a corner. Then her migraine brakes the scale.

DO THEY GET INTO FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE WHEN UNDER PRESSURE?

Let me paint you a picture of the first time she meet Asmodeus.

There she was, coming out of the bath, in nothing but a towel. And there he stands, Asmodeus, the archdevil supreme in all his treffiding glory. They look at one another really confused. And then Asmodeus has his nose broken by an angry short tiefling. A female tiefling that is a paladin, so quite a strong punch. Then she grabbed her sword ready to fight him, only for him to leave. Oh! she castrated Mammon when he came to make a contract with her cousin. That must have been a fun thing to tell the other archdevils when asked.

She is a punch first, ask questions later, type of girl.

DO THEY COME FROM A BIG FAMILY/ ARE THEY A FAMILY PERSON?

Oh yes she is from a big family, she is an only child, but she has 12 cousins, 8 uncles, 5 aunts (one that married a archdemon (homebrew everyone)), 10 grand uncles, 1 grand aunt. And one grandfather.

So yes, she comes from a big family, a really big one.

WHAT ANIMAL REPESENTS THEM BEST?

Myron would say, it's a cat. Her idiot cousin would say that the terrasque is her soul taken form. Her grandfather would say she is like a Labrador. I will say she is like Amaterasu from Okami, she is loyal to her friends, and a nightmare to her enemies.

WHAT IS A SMELL THAT THEY DISLIKE?

She hates the smell of the durian fruit. She can not stand it. And she does not like the smell coming from the gothic mansion of Casador Szarr, for some reason.

HAVE THEY BROKEN ANY BONES?

Yes she has broken many bones. She has fallen down stairs, down trees, out one or more windows. She has had her tail crushed several times in doors, nearly broke her neck playing with Mr. Floppy (her terresque, name may change). She once broke her arm in 7 different places sparing with one of her grand uncles. Grandfather beat his brother really good that day

HOW WOULD A STRANGER LIKELY DESCRIBE THEM?

A poor person might see a calm noble, calm paladin. An noble might see a boy playing a girl. Someone that is not from Baldur's Gate, will see a force of nature.

ARE THEY A NIGHT OWL OR A MORNING BIRD?

Tavlon needs her 8 hours of sleep, she is a morning bird, that is the time she likes to look out her window at the calmness of the city, and maby read a book. She will pass out at 10 in the evening, because of that.

WHAT IS A FLAVOR THEY HATE AND A FLAVOR THEY LOVE?

Give Tavlon an apple cake, with vanilla ice cream and chocolate covered strawberries, she will be your best friend, whenever you like it or not. However, if you give her raspberry's, she will take it to be polite, but she will gag if she eats it.

DO THEY HAVE HOBBIES?

Tavlon have some hobbies, she sometimes makes jewllery, tries to write a book, she has made her own shield. She hunts down her cousins, before they do something stupid, (to her that is a hobby). But most of all, she loves to cuddle Myron if he is home.

BOOM, SUPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY! HOW DO THEY REACT?

She will first jump and reach for her sword. Then she will cry a little, and smile. Her family makes shure that she feels loved despite her traumatic past.

DO THEY LIKE TO WEAR JEWLLERY?

Yes, she loves to wear her jewllery, she loves to show them of to her family. She has a favorite sett. And that is a ring from her mother, a necklace and marching earrings Myron made for her. Myron jokes that he can see where she is in a pitch black room, every time she has on the necklace he made. (Howl's necklace and earrings, and they are made of a scale from Bahamut, her ring is a simple cobber ring her mother loved)

DO THEY HAVE A MESSY OR NEAT HANDWRITING?

Messy, she has always had a problem writing, not from the lack of trying. It has improved really much in the couple of years, but its still quite messy, but she is not giving up.

WHAT ARE THE TWO EMOTIONS THEY FEEL THE MOST?

Love and anger. She has a lot of anger in her, something she is working on. She also has a lot of love for everyone in her life.

DO THEY HAVE A FAVOURITE FABRIC?

Cotton, ember silk (from Warcraft), and by the biggest irony, spider silk. She loves cotton, from how her now dead grandmother made her dresses, blankets, and bed. Ember silk is soft and feels good on a fevered skin when sick. Spider silk is strong and soft, and good for a beautiful dress.

WHAT KIND OF ACCENT DO THEY HAVE?

Tavlon is from Baldur's Gate, so she has a baldurian accent, with a hint of something else.

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And that is Tavlon. I am not shure that I will do one for Myron.

I will agen apologize for this being patchy, but I don't have all of her backstory, I will update this when i have more. i hope you like this. This was fun, thank you agen @mogruith and @nemo-in-wonderland for this.

[asciendo]

Through Your Eyes

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst, Modern Fantasy

Summary:  A world where some people possess a rare ability called "Eye Resonance," which allows them to see fragments of another person’s memories, emotions, or future whenever they make eye contact. The catch? These fragments often come with profound emotional weight that can alter both their lives.

Warning: slight mention of violence

Y/N tried, but nothing was translating onto the canvas. No matter how long she stared, the blank surface stared back, mocking her. The usual flow of creativity—the images and colors that always came so effortlessly—had dried up completely. Her paintbrush sat untouched on the easel, a silent reminder of her frustration. Days had passed like this: her sitting cross-legged in front of an empty canvas, waiting for inspiration that never came.

With a heavy sigh, she placed her brush down and lay on the wooden floor, her arms stretched out in surrender. Staring up at the ceiling, she let her mind wander. A weight she couldn’t describe had settled over her lately, a sense of being stuck. It wasn’t just her art—her whole life felt like it had come to a standstill. It was as though she were suspended in time, moving neither forward nor back. And the emptiness? It was worse than being overwhelmed. It was hollow.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sudden, wet sensation of something warm on her face. Opening her eyes, she found her black Labrador, Nala, enthusiastically licking her cheek, her tail wagging furiously.

“Alright, alright,” Y/N laughed weakly, sitting up and patting Nala on the head. “You wanna go for a walk?” At the sound of the word, Nala barked and spun in a small circle, her excitement infectious.

Y/N slipped on a jacket and grabbed Nala’s leash. Today, she decided, they’d try a new route. Her usual path through the busy city streets didn’t feel right; she craved something quieter, something different.

She turned down a small side street she’d never noticed before, dimly lit but inviting. Nala sniffed eagerly at every corner, pulling her forward as they wandered. It was then that Y/N spotted it: a small, vintage-looking bookshop with warm light spilling from its windows. Its name, etched elegantly above the door, seemed to beckon her inside.

“Let’s check it out, girl,” Y/N murmured to Nala, tying her leash to a post outside.

The shop’s interior was just as charming as its façade. The faint scent of old paper and ink filled the air, and shelves overflowed with books, some clearly decades old. Y/N’s eyes lit up as she browsed, running her fingers along worn spines. It was the kind of place where time felt like it slowed down. She gathered a few books—an eclectic mix of novels and art history tomes—and made her way to the cashier.

As she approached the counter, her gaze landed on the man standing behind it. He was tall, with dark, slightly messy hair that framed his face and glasses perched on his nose. His oversized sweater enveloped him, giving him an air of effortless comfort. He was busy wrapping a customer’s books with meticulous care.

Y/N placed her books down, and when he finally looked up at her, their eyes met.

The world tilted.

It hit her like a wave���a flood of images, emotions, and fragments of memories that weren’t her own. Joy so bright it was almost blinding, moments of quiet contentment, and then crushing sadness: loss, heartbreak, grief. Y/N felt her breath hitch, and before she knew it, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Across the counter, she saw him freeze, his hand trembling as he dropped the bag he was holding.

A tear mirrored hers, slipping silently down his face.

She blinked, snapping back to the present, her chest heaving as she took in his face once more. He stared at her, his expression a mix of shock and something she couldn’t quite name.

“I—” he began, his voice low, but Y/N couldn’t handle it. Grabbing Nala’s leash, she bolted from the shop without another word.

Back at her flat, Y/N paced the living room, her thoughts racing. Her hands trembled as tears began to fall again, unbidden. She sank onto the couch, clutching a cushion to her chest as flashes of his memories filled her mind once more. They were so vivid it was as though she had lived them herself: his joy, his heartbreak, his loneliness.

She knew what this meant.

“Eye Resonance,” she whispered to herself, the words barely audible. It was rare, almost unheard of, but not impossible. When two people looked into each other’s eyes and could see fragments of each other’s lives, it was said to tether them together in ways no one fully understood.

Her chest tightened. What did this mean for them? Who was he? Why him?

For the next few days, Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about him. His face appeared unbidden in her mind as she cooked, walked Nala, or even attempted to paint again. The memories she’d glimpsed haunted her, and her curiosity only grew stronger. It wasn’t just the connection—it was the feeling she’d seen in his eyes.

Loneliness.

She didn’t understand it, this strange mix of fear and longing that tugged at her every time she thought of him. It didn’t make sense, yet it was undeniable. Each step she took with Nala that day felt heavier as she deliberately avoided the path to the bookshop, unsure if she was ready to face him again.

Lost in thought, she nearly missed her surroundings until a moment of stillness brought her back. She looked up—and froze.

There he was.

Wonwoo stood a few paces away, his arms empty but surrounded by scattered grocery bags on the ground. His expression mirrored her own: startled, wide-eyed, caught off guard. For a brief moment, neither moved.

Her instinct screamed at her to turn around, walk away before the confusion and unspoken connection became too overwhelming. But just as she took a step back, his voice cut through the silence.

“Wait!”

She stopped. Hesitated. Slowly, she turned back to him.

Wonwoo had spent days trying to make sense of the encounter. The way her gaze had felt like it reached into a part of him he hadn’t known existed. He had replayed the moment over and over, wondering who she was, why her face lingered in his thoughts long after she had disappeared. And now, here she was, standing in front of him again, as unexpected as the first time.

“I…” he started, but the words caught in his throat. His mind raced, but nothing felt right to say. Instead, he closed his eyes, took a steadying breath, and started again.

“My name is Wonwoo.”

The simplicity of his introduction seemed to break the invisible barrier between them. Her shoulders softened, her features relaxing ever so slightly.

“I’m Y/N,” she said, her voice quiet but steady.

For a moment, they stood there, unsure of what came next. Nala, growing impatient, gave a soft huff, shifting on her paws.

Wonwoo took the initiative, his voice betraying a nervous edge. “I… I don’t know if this is too sudden, but… would you like to get a cup of coffee with me?”

The seconds that passed felt eternal. Wonwoo could feel his heart pounding, every beat a reminder of just how much he wanted to bridge the gap between them.

“Sure,” Y/N finally said, her lips curling into a small, hesitant smile.

Relief washed over him, and he nodded quickly, gesturing toward a small café nearby. They walked in silence, the tension between them lightening with every step.

Inside, they found a quiet table at the back, and Nala settled at Y/N’s feet, her tail thumping softly against the floor.

“What’s her name?” Wonwoo asked, his voice warm and curious.

“Nala,” Y/N replied, glancing down at her companion.

Wonwoo smiled. “She suits you. Loyal, protective.”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound easing the weight in the air. “She’s more stubborn than anything, but I’ll take it.”

The coffee shop felt like a bubble, suspended in time and space, shielding them from the world outside. But despite the warmth of the room, a strange chill lingered in the air between them, unspoken and unresolved. Y/N tightened her grip on her cup, the steam rising and curling in lazy patterns that mirrored the chaos in her thoughts.

Across from her, Wonwoo sat still, his fingers tracing the rim of his mug. He looked at her like he was trying to memorize every detail, like he was afraid that if he blinked, she might disappear.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Y/N said suddenly, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. Her voice was quiet but tinged with something sharper—fear, maybe, or doubt.

Wonwoo’s brow furrowed, and he leaned forward, his gaze searching hers. “What do you mean?”

“This… whatever this is,” she said, gesturing vaguely between them. “It’s too much. I don’t even understand it. You don’t understand it. And yet, it feels like…” Her voice cracked, and she dropped her eyes to the table. “It feels like I’m supposed to be responsible for you now, for what I saw.”

His expression softened, but there was a shadow in his eyes. “You’re not responsible for me, Y/N.”

“But I feel it,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I saw pieces of your life—things that aren’t mine to carry, but they’re there anyway. Your pain, your loneliness… it’s like it’s stitched into me now. And I hate it because I don’t even know how to help you. I don’t even know if I can help you.”

Wonwoo’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, his hands clenching around his cup. “You think I don’t feel the same?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “I saw you too, Y/N. Your memories. Your hurt. And it’s killing me that I don’t know how to fix it.”

She blinked, caught off guard by the rawness in his voice. He let out a shaky breath, pushing his glasses up his nose as if to steady himself.

“I didn’t ask for this either,” he continued. “And yeah, it’s overwhelming. It’s terrifying. But if the universe—or whatever—thought I needed to see you, to feel you, then I’m not going to run away from that.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion, but Y/N shook her head, her hands trembling around her mug. “What if this breaks us?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

Wonwoo looked at her then, his gaze unwavering despite the storm brewing in his chest. “What if it doesn’t?”

She wanted to believe him, but the doubt clawed at her, unrelenting. “What if we’re only drawn to each other because of this resonance? What if it’s not real?”

“It feels real,” he said, his voice firm despite the vulnerability etched into his face. “And maybe that’s enough. Maybe we’re enough.”

Her heart twisted at his words, the sincerity in them cutting through her fear. But the weight of it all still pressed down on her, heavy and suffocating.

“I don’t know,” she said finally, her voice cracking.

Wonwoo reached across the table then, his hand hesitating before brushing against hers. It wasn’t a grand gesture, but it was enough to steady her, to remind her she wasn’t alone in this.

“I don’t know either,” he admitted, his voice softer now. “But I want to try. Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s hard.”

Y/N looked at him, the anguish in his eyes mirroring her own. Slowly, she nodded, her fingers curling around his.

“Okay,” she whispered, the word trembling but resolute.

It wasn’t a promise, and it wasn’t a solution. But in that moment, it was all they had.

After that day in the coffee shop, things didn’t fall into place as seamlessly as either of them might have hoped. Y/N and Wonwoo saw each other a few times—brief encounters that felt both too much and not enough. Each meeting was charged with the same strange electricity that had sparked between them the first time their eyes met, but it didn’t make navigating their connection any easier.

It was late one evening when they crossed paths again, this time by accident. Y/N was walking Nala through the park, the crisp air biting at her cheeks, when she saw him sitting on a bench beneath the glow of a streetlamp. He looked lost in thought, his figure hunched against the cold, his hands clasped tightly in his lap.

She hesitated, her instinct telling her to turn back, to avoid the spiral of emotions that always followed him. But then his head lifted, and their eyes locked.

The resurgence hit them like a wave, an undeniable force that pulled them under.

Y/N staggered, clutching Nala’s leash for support as images flashed before her eyes:

A boy sitting alone at the edge of a playground, watching other children laugh and play while his own laughter stayed locked inside. The sting of rejection, the isolation that became his constant companion. A quiet room filled with books, where he hid from a world that never seemed to understand him. And then a loss so deep it threatened to consume him—a figure, blurred but unmistakably dear, slipping away into darkness, leaving him hollow.

Wonwoo gasped, his breath hitching as Y/N’s memories poured into him in return:

A young girl with paint-streaked hands, proudly holding up a vibrant canvas to show parents who were too distracted to notice. A deep yearning for approval that went unanswered, the sting of dismissal carved into her. Years later, standing in a gallery full of strangers, her work admired but her soul unseen. The ache of pouring herself into her art and still feeling invisible.

They both fell silent as the wave receded, leaving them breathless and raw.

Y/N dropped onto the bench beside him, her knees weak. “Why… why does it have to be like this?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Wonwoo didn’t answer right away. He stared down at his trembling hands, his thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. “I don’t know,” he admitted finally, his voice hoarse. “But I hate that you’ve felt that way. That you’ve carried so much on your own.”

She looked at him, her chest tightening at the pain in his expression. “You’re carrying just as much,” she said softly.

He turned to her then, his eyes glassy but resolute. “But we don’t have to anymore, do we?”

Her breath caught, her instinct to retreat warring with the pull she felt toward him. “Wonwoo… what if we can’t handle this? What if seeing all of this—feeling all of this—breaks us both?”

His gaze didn’t waver. “What if it doesn’t? What if it’s what saves us?”

Tears welled in her eyes, the weight of their connection both unbearable and undeniable. “I don’t know how to let someone carry it with me,” she admitted, her voice cracking.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “Just let me be here. That’s all I’m asking.”

The vulnerability in his words struck her, cutting through her fear. Slowly, she nodded, her trembling hand reaching for his.

As their fingers intertwined, the world seemed to shift again. It wasn’t as overwhelming as before, but it was still there—faint echoes of each other’s lives passing between them, not as sharp but just as poignant.

They sat there for a long time, the night growing colder around them. Neither spoke, but the silence wasn’t empty. It was full of understanding, of shared pain and tentative hope.

For the first time, they both felt a flicker of something new—a possibility. Not of erasing the scars they carried, but of finding a way to live with them, together.

The next few days were an intricate dance of vulnerability and discovery for Y/N and Wonwoo. They carved out time for each other amidst their busy schedules, meeting in parks, bookstores, and quiet cafes. Some days were bright, filled with laughter and shared stories. Wonwoo’s dry humor often caught her off guard, making her laugh until her ribs hurt, and Y/N’s playful teasing brought warmth to his usually reserved demeanor.

But not every day was easy.

There were moments when a memory would surface unexpectedly, dragging one of them into the depths of their past pain. Wonwoo’s voice would falter mid-conversation, his gaze distant as he remembered the loneliness that had shaped him. On those days, Y/N would reach for his hand, her quiet presence grounding him. And when Y/N’s insecurities bubbled to the surface, the weight of feeling unseen and unloved pressing down on her, Wonwoo would sit with her in silence, letting her know without words that she was anything but invisible to him.

Each time they faced the shadows of their pasts together, they emerged stronger, their connection deepening with every shared moment.

Then came the night that changed everything.

Y/N had just left one of her friend’s gallery openings, the event running later than she had anticipated. The streets were quieter than she liked, the sound of her heels echoing against the pavement. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself as a chill ran down her spine, though it wasn’t just from the cold.

It was the feeling of being watched.

She glanced over her shoulder and spotted a figure trailing her. Her heart quickened. She quickened her pace, turning corners in an attempt to lose him, but the man stayed close. Panic surged through her as she realized he wasn’t going to back off.

She rounded another corner, only to find herself at a dead end. The streetlights here were dim, casting long, menacing shadows. The man approached slowly, his intent clear in the predatory gleam of his eyes. Y/N’s breath hitched as she backed up against the wall, her hands trembling.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

But he didn’t stop.

The man grabbed her arms, pinning her against the cold brick wall. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled futilely against his grip.

Across the city, Wonwoo was locking up the bookstore, frustrated at the slow evening. The owner had insisted on staying open late, but the shop had been empty for hours. As he reached for his bag, a sharp, unexplainable pang shot through his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. He stumbled, clutching his heart, his mind spiraling in panic.

“Y/N.”

The name came unbidden to his lips, and he knew. Something was wrong.

Without hesitation, he bolted from the store, following the pull in his chest that guided him like a beacon. He didn’t stop to think, didn’t question the logic of it. All that mattered was finding her.

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, a silent plea on her lips. This was it. She couldn’t break free. Her tears fell faster, and just as she braced herself for the worst, the man was suddenly ripped away from her.

Her eyes flew open, and she saw Wonwoo, his face a mask of fury as he slammed the man to the ground. The air filled with the sound of his fists colliding with the attacker, the rage in his movements palpable.

“Wonwoo!” Y/N’s voice cracked, bringing him back to the present. Police sirens wailed in the distance, and as the officers descended on the scene, Wonwoo stepped back, his chest heaving.

Y/N slumped to the ground, her knees giving out as sobs wracked her body. Wonwoo was at her side in an instant, kneeling in front of her and cupping her face with trembling hands.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice thick with worry, his eyes scanning her from head to toe.

She shook her head, tears still streaming. “H-how did you know?”

Wonwoo exhaled shakily, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I don’t know,” he admitted softly. “I just… felt it. Like a pull. Like you were calling out to me.”

The weight of his words settled over her, and in that moment, she understood. Their connection went deeper than she had ever realized. It wasn’t just coincidence or chance—it was something unexplainable, something fated.

Wonwoo’s gaze held hers, and in his eyes, she saw everything: fear, relief, and an overwhelming need to protect her. Slowly, he leaned closer, his movements hesitant as if giving her the chance to pull away.

But she didn’t.

Y/N closed the distance, their lips meeting in a kiss that was soft and tentative, yet filled with all the emotions they couldn’t put into words. It was a moment of clarity for both of them—a realization that their lives, as messy and imperfect as they were, were meant to intertwine.

Y/N’s breath hitched as their foreheads touched, the world around them fading into nothingness. She didn’t say anything—she didn’t have to. The unspoken understanding between them hung in the air, tangible and electric. Her eyes, still glossy with tears, held his, searching, speaking the words her lips couldn’t.

Wonwoo’s gaze softened, the tension in his shoulders melting away as he read her like an open book. The way her eyes lingered on his, the way they reflected gratitude, relief, and something deeper—it was enough.

He smiled faintly, his thumb brushing a tear from her cheek. “You don’t have to say it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Your eyes tell me everything I need to know.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at his words, the honesty in them undoing her. She felt the weight of her fears and doubts lift, leaving only the certainty of him. Slowly, she leaned into his touch, her hand finding his, their fingers interlocking.

And for the first time, there was no need for words—just the quiet, undeniable truth that they had always been meant to find each other.

[choccyhearts]

A Collection of Steddie Thoughts For You

Note: Hello!! It's good to be back ^_^ While I was away, I've been daydreaming about Steddie x reader so much and I need to share

CW: 18+!!, NSFW headcanons at the bottom but aren't too detailed or graphic, g/n reader, r's genitals not mentioned, oral sex m and r receiving, penetrative sex, daddy kink, d/s dynamic mentioned, mentions of getting high, plz lemme know if I missed anything

Getting a new boyfriend is always so exciting and fun! But...what if you got another new boyfriend...who was also your boyfriend's new boyfriend?

That's how it started; you and Eddie Munson longtime friends slowly falling into each other as lovers, enjoying the honeymoon phase much to the envy of mutual friend (and secret crush) Steve Harrington, only for him to end up invited into your lives, relationship, and hearts.

Now, the three of you are inseparable (well, as much as you can be in a small town with an even smaller mind...)

Anyways, on to the fun....

Sfw:

The three of you piling onto a king-size mattress every night, separating from each other at some point but finding yourselves twisted together again by the morning.

Steve and Eddie like taking turns cooking breakfast, claiming you deserve your beauty rest and to be served like royalty

You and Steve sitting in the front of his car, parked at a drive-in movie and Eddie pops up dramatically from the backseat floor, gasping for air as if he wasn't begging to be the one snuck in.

Sitting on Eddie's lap and playing his guitar, his fingers guiding yours as Steve watches from across the room, heart melting.

Always having a dance partner wherever you go (usually Eddie). Eddie loves indulging in the joy or excitement you express through little dances and hyper movement and wants to encourage you so he joins in. Anything to keep the smile on his baby's sweet face.

Steve will join you if it's something he can either hold you close to sweetly, romantically and innocently...or not so innocently...*cough* man LOOOOVES grinding with you in dark bars and clubs *cough*.

On this topic, this isn't reallyyyy Steddie related...but I need it out, fuck does Steve love MJ. His albums have scored many a impromptu at home dance break or steamy makeout session. I just think it's the raw energy MJ has that entices Steve and he loves how effortlessly he can sweep a lady off her feet in the music videos and that's how he wants to make you and Eddie feel all the time. Steve may be an idiot, but he isn't dumb. He knows you and Eddie go ga ga over him and he knows he's attractive so he loves making the both of you flustered with his sensual energy and suave nature.

Steve having to witness yours and Eddie's weed fueled antics. Such as chasing trailer park kitties and begging Steve to take one home (he didn't enjoy having to be the bad guy).

But don't worry, he caves and you guys get a healthy kitty from a shelter...and return a few months later to get a labrador pup for Stevie cause his heart craves a little animal to love.

Eddie giving you and Steve massages that make you see God. Like actual massages, this isn't the NSFW part yet. He has such strong and skilled hands from all his little hobbies and having to fix his van so often. He loves getting to make his partners feel so good (😈)

Finding random hairs in random places....come on, ya'll are all gonna be shedding, if not just the two boys alone would. You haven't seen either boyfriend in hours but you just pulled a Stevie hair from your shirt and an Eddie hair from your own hair.

Eddie taking you all on a graveyard date. A sweet little picnic of Eddie Munson's famous mac n cheese (barely warm), sliced up fruits, cookies, your favorite drinks...all on a thick black blanket taken from the back of his van. It's beautiful under the stars and full moon, your boys holding on to you and basking in your warmth. Crickets chirp, little paws scamper over leaves and...is that...a growling sound under ground?....eh, oh well, you guys are too in love and in your own world to notice if there was a zombie outbreak

Steve goes for runs as a part of his morning routine, donning the same pair of navy short shorts and tennis shoes every day. Eventually, Eddie decides to join after he notices how much good it does for his boyfriend's thighs and ass (👀)

Soon, it becomes a regular occurrence to see a shirtless Eddie Munson jogging, wearing a similar pair of short shorts as Steve, just in black. The community at first thinks he's acting suspicious, a part of something they'd see on the news later...but it never happens. What does happen is the ladies, and some gentlemen, of Hawkins have taken to going outside more often...coincidentally at the same time Eddie or Steve are out for their usual run...

Jokingly squeezing Stevie's titties (🫠)

"You're so cute, I could just eat you up" Steve 🤝 "I love you so much, I wanna cut you open and live inside" Eddie

Eddie writes songs about both of you, kepeing them to himself until he's perfected them for you both to hear

You each feel like you've found your forever home. It may not be as conventional as you each probably envisioned for your future but it's so much better.

Nsfw:

Getting soft, slow, romantic, passionate, hot sex with Stevie and goofy, nasty, spicy, lustful, hungry sex with Eddie. The two of them getting a weird combo of them both when it's just them.

You adapt to whatever they throw at you and also keep them on their toes too. You love teasing them, showing your strength and that you can always handle what they give you. You act as their rock, comforting them when either of them gets emotional in any way. They both have slight issues with intimacy and having an added person can make things a bit overwhelming and each of you is understanding and caring.

Sometimes when you're too sleepy to get in the mood, you tell them to just do it next to you so you have something to fall asleep to. They do it of course, going even harder than usual to make a scene.

Sucking on Stevie's titties -- you occasionally make eye contact with Eddie whose latched on to his other one.....

They allow you to dominate them -- sometimes seriously and sometimes they keep you in subspace as they let you do what you please to them, being the sweetest, loviest softest dom daddies ever😵‍💫

S: "Aw, look at you, getting your daddies to do whatever you want them too...you're doing so well, keep going, Daddy still has a little fight to him...aren't you just the cutest dom to ever live..."

E: "Look at you, baby, so strong taking whatever you want from Daddy...good job, you're so strong, so dominant, baby...learned from the best, huh?..."

(This isn't totally NSFW really but idk, this is still daddy kink so...) Getting what the guys refer to as "daddy sandwiches", which is where they both smother your face in kisses at the same time. It's usually to cheer or rile you up, and they both love it. They just love loving on you.

Taking care of both of their morning woods, ducking under the sheets as they slowly wake up

Fucking in Eddie's van and someone at some point banging their head on the ceiling

While they both like to watch the other fuck you, it's usually Eddie that hides out of sight and watches as Steve brings you orgasm multiple times, touching himself slowly as to not give away his presence

But you also love being a little voyeur, watching your two boys love on each other, their muscles flexing and shining in the moonlight, their hands looking soooo pretty while wrapped around each other's cocks

Steve sloppily making out with you while Eddie goes down on you under the kitchen table

Licking at Steve's irresistible puckered hole as he slams in and out of Eddie🥲

2 boyfriends means 2 mouths and that just means more hickies

2 boyfriends also means lots of attention during aftercare, one going off to get you what you need as the other holds you against his chest, softly whispering words of encouragement and praise

sigh....🫠🩷

[scattered-dreamers]

Oh…. Okay… Right. I just got through Mag 104 - Sneak Preview.

Tim’s interaction with Elias, Tim’s reasoning for being at the Institute—finding his brother.

There’s no way he isn’t going to be Desolation touched in my fix-it fanfic.

There are certain parallels between Tim and Michael that I am most now seeing.

Tim is what Michael might have been like if he had the knowledge of the Fears and other goings-on, if Gertrude had been up front with him about everything.

Instead we have a trusting golden Labrador who has walked, unknowingly, into danger. Now he’s twisted in a Spiral and is an angry boy.

So in the fix-it fic, he will survive the Distortion leaving him, but Oh Boy will there be changes—He’s feisty, bright colors and loud patterns physically hurt him now, he changes his clothing style, he’s angry to the point he wants to cause mayhem and destruction just to see the pain that inflicted on him cause others pain as well.

He doesn’t want the Unknowing to win but he doesn’t want the Archives to win either. Michael turns into a jaded bastard but he’s not entirely heartless.* He doesn’t want to be like Gertrude.

Tim goes in to destroy the Unknowing and comes out Desolation touched, but a Stranger Avatar. He makes it back to the Archives at some point way later—months after Jon is out of his coma—but he doesn’t know how he survived. [Jon doesn’t have the heart to tell him, not yet.]

Sasha ends up back at the Archives too and it takes Melanie seeing her again and confirming that it’s actually Sasha for Jon and Martin to trust her. [She doesn’t remember how she made it back to the archives. Last she fully remembers is being in the Artefact Storage Room. But she always vaguely remembers the wax museum and lots of blonde hair.*]

Meanwhile, at this point, they still think Tim is dead because he hasn’t returned yet. But he returns months*, no memory of what happened or where he was—aside from avoiding the Institute because he didn’t want to go back right away.

He’s cold now though, always cold to the touch. So is Sasha. Neither of them understand why. They don’t even understand how they’re back, but they are. They didn’t die—or maybe the way did, but they’re here now.

Tim doesn’t trust Sasha. They’re further apart than they ever were now. Melanie tries to reason with him, but he doesn’t trust her. He doesn’t even trust himself.

He doesn’t need food now. Neither does she. She eats. He finds he physically can’t and that fact makes his stomach churn.

They’re back all right, but they’re wrong. They’re different. Are they even still human? Sasha thinks Tim is overreacting, but he knows the last place he was. He remembers the circus, he remembers the Stranger. He stopped the Unknowing but it was always meant to be like this. He was always touched—in the Stranger’s sight since he went to save his brother.

*Michael’s jaded, but he’s not heartless. He finds Sasha and he finds Tim and he does his best to help them. He quietly helps them get back to the Institute.

But then there’s the fact that Michael doesn’t have a home anymore and he’s living on the streets, as opposed to going back to the Institute—He’d rather burn it to the ground.

So he goes and plops at a cafe where he meets Mike Crew—Mike recognizes him, calls him Blondie Locks. Mike recognizes him, knows who he is. He invites Michael to stay with him and gets him a job at the cafe.

[anartificialsatellite]

Windswept - Chapter 7

They’d stopped by the grocery store to pick up what they needed and ran into Alfred there. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but somehow that behavior didn’t seem terribly out of place for the Alfred he knew, even if he didn’t know him very well… Then, to Kiku’s great surprise, Ichiro had invited Alfred to join them for dinner. Even Alfred had been surprised by the invitation, if his expression was anything to go off of, but he did accept. And now here Kiku was, slicing vegetables as the noodles cooled in an ice bath and Alfred and his uncle sat at picnic table on the back patio, chatting excitedly about Alfred’s summer research project. Despite being told he didn’t need to, Alfred had brought some strange dessert that was now waiting in the refrigerator. He’d also offered to help Kiku finish his preparations, but he’d politely declined. Perhaps it wasn’t the most flattering comparison, but something about Alfred reminded Kiku of a dog. Not a dog like Pochi, who was small and well-trained and no doubt outside in his uncle’s lap right at this very moment, but maybe something like a labrador or perhaps a golden retriever — excitable and friendly and eager to help, but just a little overwhelming sometimes. And yet, much like a big, friendly dog, it was hard to hold that personality against Alfred so far. Kiku rather liked dogs, after all.

Chapter 7 is now up on AO3!

[saintsir4n]

THE WEDDING

❝So darlin', darlin' stand, by me.❞

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT

PAIRINGS: RORY MARCHETTI X FEZCO O’NEILL

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THE WEDDING:

Aurelia Marchetti was walked down the aisle by her grandfather Luca Marchetti.

The ceremony was intimate, although she invited an extra 100 people just to show off, her future husband didn't have much of a problem with the number of guests, however, they both knew someone was missing.

Although Ashtray was alive, he couldn't attend the wedding, due to the number of eyes that were on the event, so they couldn't risk the 14-year-old's arrest.

Fezco wished his brother was there to be his best man, however, Gia was on facetime with him the entire time, making sure he saw everything.

Mckay was one of the groomsmen, along with some of Fezco's friends.

The wedding was in June, two months after Rory's 20th birthday and a couple of days after Fezco's 22nd birthday.

They had chosen a grand park to wed, it was decorated with bright white lights, which hung from the trees that surrounded the guests.

Basically like a twilight vibe...but without the supernaturals.

Wooden planks were placed over the forest floor, to create an aisle that the bride and bridesmaids could walk down.

Oakwood Chiavari chairs were sitting in perfect harmony on either side of the aisle, white doves flew across the sky, contrasting the black roses that were attached to each scrub and bush.

The alter held so much love, it was catching, some might say it was spreading through the light breeze that blew through the air.

The sun slowly set as the wedding started, it spread an orange hue throughout the event, rays spread and trailed over each chair, tree and guest, illuminating each joyful face that they could reach out and touch.

The soft tunes of a harp sung 'stand by me', which played throughout the venue.

Maddy was appointed the maid of honour, Gia, Rue, Kat were bridesmaids, Lexi and Faye wanted to be in charge of the wedding, so they didn't accept the offer to be bridesmaids.

The duo needed everything to be perfect, surprisingly Rory was calm when it came to planning, mainly because her fiancé always whisked her off in secret, distracting her from her bridely duties.

During the planning time, Faye and Lexi had discovered their feelings toward one another, so planning a wedding did help with their inevitable union.

2-year-old Alonzo happily accepted his role as ring bearer because he wanted attention from the guests as well as his parents, despite always getting it.

Everyone adored the concentrated look on his face when he approached the couple, he wanted to be the perfect son.

He wore a similar black 3 piece suit to his father, he walked down the aisle with Woody, who was no longer a puppy and was 4 years old.

The brown labrador was on his best behaviour, he kept his barking to a minimum so he wouldn't ruin the day.

When Luca walked his little girl down the aisle, he was apprehensive about giving her away, but he knew she was in good hands.

He had to force back his tears, knowing that she would cry if she saw them.

However Fezco cried when he saw his future wife, her white rosed embroidered lace dress flowed out and would've swept the forest floor, if it wasn't for her bridesmaids, who followed her and held up the tail of her dress whilst carrying black roses, which were also decorated around the ceremony.

Two cornrows sat at the top of Rory's head, gold cuffs clung to them, whilst her natural curls fell below her bust. Her engagement bracelet sat comfortably on her left wrist along with the Dior bracelet that matched Maddy's.

Both she and Fezco wore their matching chains.

The bridesmaids wore lilac dresses that catered to their body shape, Kat's had sleeves and stopped at her thighs, Rue had straps, however, hers stopped at her ankles, similar to Gia's who wore a mid-length dress.

Maddy's stood out and caught the eyes of many onlookers, including a certain Jones boy. Her dress was violet, complimenting her tanned skin, the sleeves hung off her shoulders and she had a slit that showed off one of her legs.

The bride and groom struggled to get their vows, the temptation to kiss one another was too strong and of course, the beautiful words that were spoken, caused tears to escape their eyes as well as their friends and family.

"Aurelia, my Lia, you and our son are everything to me, I think of you from the moment I wake up, to the moment I fall asleep, your face stays with me in my dreams and you always help me escape from my nightmares.

I don't think I could ever imagine a world without you, I don't wanna fuckin' do that... my bad, let me not curse in front of a priest."

"I promise that you can always rely on me, trust me and love me because I'm with you until the end of the line baby,"

Fezco knew his vows would never match Rory's but he had to try, he meant every syllable, vow and word.

Ashtray helped him write them, knowing that his brother would probably write something inappropriate and since his nephew was present he didn't want anything bad to be said.

"Fezzy, I'm so grateful for you coming into my life, you instantly made me smile, laugh and fall in love with you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have met my little brother and we would never of had Lonzo."

"I can't wait to finally be your wife even though we've basically been married for 4 years already. Baby trust you with my life, my soul and my body...definitely my body, yikes sorry father."

"You're my soulmate, in more ways than one. I love you, I always have and I always will Fezco."

People laughed and struggled to hold back their tears during their vows.

When Alonzo gave his parents their rings and made his way back to his godparents, the new married couple shared a passionate and sensual kiss.

They almost forgot that they were in public until the guest began to cheer, clap and whoop in celebration.

"I love you, Fezzy."

"I love you, Lia."

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THE RECEPTION:

The night had moved fully over the Marchetti household, the mansion was packed. The wedding guests partied in the main areas of the house, the dining room was converted into a giant hall for the day.

The living room and the kitchen were also occupied by many guests, Rory danced with many of her friends, including her 2-year-old son, who eventually went on to dance with many of the female guests.

Alonzo loved the attention he received, being the centre of attention was his goal for the day, despite knowing that it should be on his parents.

He might've only been a toddler but he was aware of the importance of the day, but he didn't care, all he wanted to do was play with the animals that were in the garden, as Luca made sure to have a mini petting zoo for the child.

Fezco watched from afar with a smile as his wife conversed with Gia and her other bridesmaids, discussing their future weddings.

Although the reception was only supposed to contain the guest that they had invited, some neighbours decided to turn up, and since the new married couple were in great spirits, they let them attend.

'90s R&B played throughout the home, Rory had never felt happier.

Although she wished that Ashtray was here, he was practically on the phone with his girlfriend the entire night, so he was there both virtually and in spirit.

"You did a great job, today son," Luca approached the groom with a smile, and two glasses of Hennessy, giving one to the groom, who happily accepted it.

The Marchetti patriarch had just recently talked to Ali about endorsing the recovering addicts, sponsorship programme.

The two men had talked about how Ali wanted to inspire more hope into the minds of people who suffered from substance abuse and felt like they had no one who could or wanted to help them.

Luca made sure to set aside more time in his week so they could continue their discussion.

"Thank you," Fezco glanced at him with a grateful smile, he was no longer wearing his blazer, despite the sun setting, the temperature rose. the two men were standing outside in the garden, the 22-year-old, wanted to make sure that his son wasn't getting up to no good, luckily he had some of his godparents with him, along with a couple of the neighbour's kids. "Today has been crazy, but like a good kind of crazy,"

Luca nodded and clung to every word that his grandson in law spoke, "yeah just don't mess my little girl, kid, you know I have guns," they both started to laugh.

"Yeah I know you do, and I won't mess with Lia," Fezco grinned and shook his head, "my grandma would've loved you, man," he wished that she was here with him, but he knew that she was looking down or up from wherever she was spending the afterlife, "even with some of the shit you say, it's crazy how similar you guys are."

"Was she hot?"

"Imma pretend like you didn't ask that."

"My bad," Luca cringed and suppressed a chuckle, "but you know I'm kind of dating someone." he took a sip of his drink.

"What happened to the nurse you were seeing?" Fezco questioned, keeping his eyes on his son, who giggled and ran around the garden, as he was chased by some of the kids.

Luca shrugged, "she was a nice woman, but she was way too clingy." the 65 year old, tended to lose interest in people who he spent too much time with, it wasn't intentional, it just happened.

He was still friends with Nurse Vanessa, he even occasionally visited her during the night, but that was where their relationship cut off.

Fezco snickered, "Aint that a good thing sometimes?" he took a sip of his drink, he didn't want to drink too much as he wanted to remember the day.

He didn't really want Rory to drink, because he had plans for their honeymoon. He needed her to be in the right state of mind when they started their activities.

She only started drinking again because Alonzo had recently stopped breastfeeding.

"No." Luca scoffed and downed the rest of his drink, he already scoped out a recently divorced mother, who was his neighbour; Ciara Jones, who he talked to quite a lot.

Ciara reminded him a lot of Angela Bassett, and boy did everyone know he had a crush on her. The famous actress was someone he wanted to meet, despite her having a husband, he still wanted to marry her.

"Lia's clingy," Fezco commented, he loved that she was clingy, it gave him some sort of reassurance.

He always reciprocated the attention she gave him and now that they had already expanded their family, he gave it to his baby boy as well.

"Yeah because she's a demented child." the two men snickered at Luca's words.

Fezco nodded in agreement, "Word."

"You're not supposed to agree," Luca flicked his grandson in-laws ear, who hissed at the contact, "she's my granddaughter."

"She's my wife," Fezco said with a smug smile.

"Touché kid, touché."

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Rory had changed out of her wedding dress and was now wearing her evening dress, the cream colour complimented her skin, and the satin dress ended below her calves.

She loved the thin straps that held it up.

Of course, Maddy and Kat picked it out at the wedding shop, knowing Fezco wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off of her, which he didn't.

The groom was currently sitting with Suze Howard and Ethan, the three were talking about the new show that he and Lexi wanted to produce.

Rory did invite Cassie to her wedding because she wanted to move on from that stage in her life and no longer held a grudge.

The oldest Howard sister couldn't attend because she was currently filming a new reality TV show, but she sent a couple of wedding gifts.

Gia, Mckay and Leslie were all giggling by the chocolate fountain, the pro football player had offered to give them free tickets for his next game, which they had happily accepted.

The McKay twins were currency being scolded by their parents, they kept on requesting inappropriate songs and annoying the DJ.

Rue was currently wearing a scowl, Jules, Faye and Lexi were all laughing at her as she attempted to trip up the 2-year-old with who she had been arguing all night.

"Rue stop trying to fight my son," Rory yelled over to the girl, Maddy had captured the moment, along with Kat and BB, most of the guests were laughing at the scene.

Rory wanted to as well, but she didn't need anyone to judge her parenting skills.

"He started it." Rue whined and pointed at the grinning 2-year-old,  "he tried taking my juice."

The oldest Bennett sister wasn't tempted by any alcohol in the room, despite being surrounded by it.

Rory checked if she was okay with alcohol being at her wedding because she didn't want her relapsing again, however, Rue said it was perfectly fine because she had been doing great for while.

At social events, she usually drank water or juice and discovered that she still had fun being completely sober.

Well, that was until a certain Marchetti toddler tried drinking her apple juice, despite having a crate of his own juice boxes.

Alonzo pouted and bowed his head,  "Papà said I can do whatever I want to, only if I can get away with it." the 2-year-old sniffled, causing everyone to look at him in adoration.

Alonzo 1 - Rue 0

The toddler managed to weave his way through the crowd and jump on his great grandfather's lap, joining in the conversation he was having with Ethan about adding more diversity to one of the shows he was starring in.

Rue threw her hands up in exacerbation and grabbed one of his juice boxes, without him seeing it and ran outside into the garden with Kat and BB in tow.

During this time, no one noticed Maddy disappearing upstairs with Elliot. The pair had been ogling each other all night, they might've been slightly intoxicated, but the attraction was blatantly obvious to anyone within a 5-mile radius.

He only grabbed her hand and pulled her away when she started to rub his thigh and play with his zipper.

"Your daddy said that huh?" Rory laughed lowly and looked at her husband who walked up to her and his arms wrapped around her waist, he rested his head in the crook of her neck, kissing up and down it, not caring for the people who saw their intimacy.

She suppressed a moan when he sucked on her soft spot, she was trying to not be aroused, but he continued to rub himself, between her cheeks.

"I can't say no to the Lil man," Fezco whispered, sending a shiver down her spine.

Luckily most of the guests paid attention to the caterers that were bringing out more food.

Lexi and Faye made sure to get food from different cultures, especially since everyone requested anything with spices and seasoning.

Rory grabbed her husband's hand and pulled him away and into a secluded hallway in the house.

She pressed him up against the wall, he stared down at her with a lopsided grin, "baby, are you really trying to turn me on in the middle of the room?" she slapped his chest when he started to pull up her dress.

She no longer had the garter wrapped around her thigh, Fezco had already torn it off her in front of the crowd of guests who cheered for the couple.

Christopher and Luca looked away because they felt like they were about to throw up the wedding cake they had previously digested.

"I want to please my wife," she squealed when he picked her up, she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, and he rested his hands on her behind, "is that a problem ma?" he cocked his head to the side.

"Not if we're in front of a crowd."

"You're acting like we haven't had sex in your old school, this house, my place, the park that one time, a spa," his listing made her realise how they couldn't control themselves at all, "prison, the hospital, my office, our cars, that amusement park-"

"Okay okay," Rory cut him off, he laughed cheekily, "but just wait until later."

He leaned forward, his lips grasped her ear, "But I know how wet my wife is." he bit down on her lobe.

She moaned, when she felt his bulge rub against her core, "I love when you say that, say it again."

"My wife," their lips connected, "my everything, my fuckin' world." he pressed her against the wall, trailing his lips over her breasts, leaving evidence of his love as her skin bruised.

Her chest heaved up and down, "Baby we can't start this now, wait until the honeymoon." she whined and reluctantly pushed him away, patting his chest, signalling him to place her on the ground, he complied.

Fezco frowned,  "Yes we can," she let his hands explore her body, he bunched up the satin dress, his eyes widened when he discovered that she wasn't wearing her wedding lingerie that she teased him with the whole week leading up to the special day, "wait, are you not wearing any underwear?"  his eyes darkened with lust when he saw her glistening thighs.

"Nope," she winked but pushed him away and readjusted her dress and skipped away, leaving him there as his trousers tightened around him.

"Fuckin' menace," he muttered, shaking his head, with an adoring smile as he watched her retrieving figure.  Fezco turned his head when he heard loud noises coming from the garden, "Lonny, put that goat down and stop chasing your auntie Rue." he yelled at his son who pretended not to hear him.

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FLORENCE ITALY:

"Baby I'm not having another kid for a while," Rory giggled from their hotel bed, Fezco had already taken off most of her clothes and was now kneeling on the floor, kissing up and down her thighs.

Fezco was only wearing his grey sweatpants, attempting to take off his wife's underwear.

Their honeymoon had just started.

Alonzo was staying with his godfather; Christopher, for the next couple of weeks until they returned.

The 2-year-old loved Mckay, especially because he loved playing football and swimming with the man.

Mckay couldn't wait to have children of his own.

"But why?" he whined and spread her legs more, licking his lips as if he was about to eat a feast.

Safe to say that the newlywed couple had joined the mile high club on the way to Italy.

"Because carrying Lonzo was a lot of effort and you know how bad that got," Rory had experienced preeclampsia during her pregnancy, her blood pressure was high due to stress.

Her family worried for her both her health as well as the baby.

Fezco never felt so guilty in his life, he couldn't really be there for her and was terrified that he would lose his family.

"I know ma," he stopped kissing her thighs, he stared into her brown eyes, "I'm sorry for not being there for you and Lonny." she watched pain flash through his eyes.

Rory pouted, "It's not your fault," she cupped his face, "it's no one's fault." she was just grateful she didn't experience postpartum depression.

Fezco sighed and pulled her closer, "If I didn't go inside, you wouldn't have to deal with that bullshit."

"Stop thinking about the shit we can't change." she whispered and kissed his forehead, "we're good now, I'm good now."

"I know it's just fucked up," he muttered, "it's just I want to be there for your next pregnancies," he said sadly, "I missed out on so much shit, I just wanna be there for everything."

He often worried that his son would grow up despising him for not being present in the early years of his life, due to being in prison.

He felt the need to overcompensate because he needed Alonzo to know that he will always have a father, something that Fezco had, but in the most toxic and abusive ways. 

Rory squinted her eyes at him,  "Why did you say pregnancies and not pregnancy?" his frown morphed into a smirk.

"You know I wanna have like 10 kids." he chuckled at her alarmed expression.

He always wanted to have a big family, live on the farm and be away from civilization, but he knew he had to be realistic.

Capri was close enough to his dream, he thought it was quite rural, the couple were moving to Italy in a couple of months, and the island was where Luca was born. 

"Nope."

"5 kids?" his hands moved up her thighs.

"Do you want me to say it in Italian, Spanish or French?" she scoffed and playfully pushed him back.

She watched as he lowered his head down and kissed her down her chest, sucking and nipping at her skin, "16?"

"Fuck no." she whimpered when he unclipped her bra and threw it across the bed.

"What about 4 more?" their lips met in a chaste kiss.

"You get pregnant then." she giggled at his faux offended expression.

"But I wanna give you more babies." he grabbed her hand and placed it on his bulge, he groaned when she started stroking his clothed length. "So many fuckin' more," he whined when she stopped her movements and leaned back on the bed.

She shrugged, "1 or 2 more."

"Bet." he reluctantly agreed, he noticed the way she looked him up and down, chewing on her lower lip,  "you know you like it when I'm on my knees for you." she allowed him to take off her thong and throw it to wherever her bra laid.

"Obviously," she grabbed the back of his neck and gently pushed his head down, "carry on." she started breathing heavily when he made eye contact with her and his breath fanned over her core.

"Whatever you say ma."

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a/n:

[softeninglooks]

hq | atsumu miya with a figure skater s/o

i feel very strongly about boyfriend!atsumu 🥹

since both of you are professional athletes, your lifestyles fit together harmoniously in spite of events and competitions scheduled at different times

you always have a lot of fun working out together because you often challenge each other (nothing big, just small goals to achieve by the end of the training session), which usually ends with the two of you goofing around

the loser will invite the winner for a well-deserved treat or fix them a refreshing drink at home. it also happens that one of you lets the other win win on purpose when they've been winning twice in a row - it's an unspoken rule between you two, a way to take care of each other in turns

you watch vb games and ice skating tournaments together or let them run in the background while you're cleaning around the apartment. by now, you've become more than familiar with all the rules and stars of both volleyball and ice-skating

whenever someone who atsumu already played against is on screen - whether it was during his high school days or on a professional level -, he will boast about it and ask the tv for a rematch, which always has you chuckling as you lean into him. “he can't hear you, tsumu. though i'm sure he'd want to crush you too.”

it goes without saying that you taught atsumu how to ice-skate. he struggled to keep his balance at first, but with your guidance and his athletic skills, he improved greatly in just an hour. by the end of your first time at the rink, atsumu managed to skate without your help and even attempted crossovers. whenever he succeeded in something you taught him, he would call you from across the rink to show off. “did ya see that!” he would proudly smile at you, his eyes shining - sometimes, he reminded you of an overly energetic labrador asking for pats after completing a trick. and of course, you were immensely proud of atsumu, be it when he stood on the court among world-class athletes or on a simple local ice rink. “maybe you should quit volleyball and become my skating partner instead,” you would laugh, taking his hand in yours and gently spinning him around on the ice

in return, atsumu taught you how to play volleyball. nothing makes him happier than seeing you partaking in his passion, so he deeply enjoys setting for you even though those tosses cannot hold a candle to his usual olympic-level performances. still, playing volleyball with you is particularly soothing for him. when you play together, there are no expectations, no eyes set on either of you, no sports commentary ringing in your ears - you can just spend some time together doing something he loves above anything else in the world, and that's the closer atsumu has come to finding a safe haven

you are each other's rock during particularly nerve-wracking competitions. both of you are used to the stress of tournaments, but after months and months of hard work and non-stop training, the pressure inevitably builds up and you may crave comfort to escape the burden of expectations

when it happens to you, atsumu would hold you tightly and murmur words of encouragement in your ear. “yer the best skater i know, do you know that?” “i know, tsumu, thank you. but i'm not sure the rest of the world will feel the same way.” “screw the rest of the world. you're gonna do yer absolute best out there, and they'll all fall for you just like i did.”

when it happens to atsumu, he rants. he will go over the volleyball move he cannot wrap his head around, what he feels he is lacking, how eagerly he wishes to master it. you listen to him with empathy, but the only way to get atsumu to recharge his batteries is to take him out of the apartment and have him eat. you take him to onigiri miya, where osamu and you cheer him up, each in your own way

you attend each other's competitions whenever you can. you encourage each other from the vip stands and run into each other's arms after his matches and your performances “tsumu, you shouldn't hug me this tight, i'm all sweaty!” “i don't care. yer my champion, of course i'm gonna hug ya.”

because you know atsumu so well, you never scream words of support at him since it shatters his concentration. you watch silently instead, the focused expression on your face or the triumphant smile flashing over your lips when his team scores indicating how much you care for him. you will congratulate him abundantly after the match ends anyway

for atsumu, it's a different story. because you don't mind the noise, he is your most vocal support, applauding and yelling frantically whenever you ace a figure. after your performances finish, you spot him on the bench, wearing your sports jacket and his face mask unable to conceal the wide grin which you see sparkling in his eyes

atsumu also constantly brags about you the press, to the point where his interviews sometimes turn into a rundown of your latest achievements. sometimes you even give interviews together, which amounts to non-stop praise for each other

if you fall, atsumu stares at you fixedly, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he is clenching his fists. but you get back up and keep skating as though nothing had happened, an ever professional smile grazing your lips as the next figure comes, and he feels a pang of both sorrow and love to his chest - that's what he admires most about you, how hopeful and determined you are, how you will always get back up no matter what. he keeps quiet then, knowing how hard it is for you, but when you meet backstage he will wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. “ye were absolutely amazing out there.” “i still messed up, tsumu. after i trained so hard...” you could not help but beat yourself up, your voice a ghostly whisper of disappointment. “i know,” he would close his eyes and breath out into your hair, holding you even closer. “and it doesn't change anything to me. yer the best skater i know.”

olympic village shenanigans! you always find ways to meet up in between training sessions, which drives iwaizumi mad because atsumu keeps randomly disappearing without notice

atsumu introduced you to his team-mates, so you end up hanging out with them a lot. you love listening to their stories about high school atsumu and how important volleyball was to them even at that level. you laugh along with them and squeeze atsumu's hand under the table, saying you find it endearing, while he's desperately trying to portray his younger self as unbelievably cool

atsumu is a demonstrative and loving partner, as well as a hard-working and conscientious athlete. you love his fiery temper and competitiveness, his obstinacy and unending hunger for volleyball, the way you always push each other forward. you know that no matter what happens, you want to spend the rest of your life by his side

[secondhand-lions]

hi! just saw ur post about asks lol. happy holidays! how was your christmas? did you do anything fun?

also do you have any fun holiday-themed headcanns for your ocs?

hiii!! sorry this took so long to answer but thank you for sending this!!! especially so soon after i requested asks jshdksjfj it was very funny to see these pop up <3

mine was good!! i got a Fallout-themed pencil case and The Electric State by Simon Stålenhag :) no parties or anything, just hang out at home with family which was really nice.

as for holiday headcanons, hmm...

Sirenity is practically booked for a third of the year with how many holiday parties they're invited to, and they wouldn't have it any other way. It gives them something to look foreward to, to hold on for, to work towards. the different expressions of culture are really fun for them.

what if i made one of Constantine-Nora-Hestia jewish. what then. hmmm. much 2 consider

idrk what sort of celebrations and holidays would form out of post-nuclear-apocalyptic Newfoundland and Labrador but Keeper definitely celebrates those and Captain does her best to be on shore for them.

i think Sleeper is allowed to officiate weddings a la Elvis/Elvis impersonators in Vegas. also they're flower service for literally anything.

[the-delta-42]

Firsts 4: First Kiss

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Firsts Part 4

First Kiss

Michonne frowned at the email she’d received. She read through it three times and still couldn’t understand it.

“Everything alright?” Asked Rick, placed a cup of coffee next to her.

“A couple’s asked me to get restraining orders against their adoptive daughter’s biological parents.” Said Michonne, “I’ve tried to contact the social workers that placed the girl with them, and I’ve just been told I can’t see any part of her file.”

“Okay, so how’s that a problem?” Asked Rick, leaning back in his chair.

“I need to know how she ended up in social care in the first place.” Explained Michonne, “I can’t request a restraining order without a good, solid reason.”

Rick frowned, “Have you contacted the parents?”

“That’s my other problem,” Confessed Michonne, “I’ve got the other side trying to get my help.”

Rick let out a whistle.

F

Clementine gnawed her bottom lip, glancing around the garden.

“Why’d your parents suggest this again?” Asked Becca, dropping down next to Clementine.

“Something to do with making friends, I think.” Muttered Clementine, as AJ ran around with some of his classmates.

“For AJ or for you?”

“I dunno.”

“This looks like fun.” Drawled Gabe, joining the two girls, “where’re the others?”

“Sarita’s at the hospital, something about baby trouble. Carlos is conducting surgery, and Sarah’s watching him, and Gill’s on a date with some guy he met at his dad’s store, but they’ll all be making an appearance later. Hopefully.” Said Clementine, as Jamie, Luke’s daughter, tripped over a root and landed hard on her face.

Clementine flinched, “Ooh.” She glanced towards Jane, she hadn’t been happy when she found out she was Luke’s girlfriend. Luke had assumed that Clementine had a crush on him, until Jane told him about her past with Clementine.

Jane started making her way over to Jamie, only for the little girl to jump to her feet and continue running after AJ.

“I still don’t get why Mr Saul and his wife are here.” Said Becca, making Clementine and Gabe look over at the couple.

“Kenlee’s friends with AJ.” Shrugged Clementine.

Becca looked around the garden, “I thought you said Chuck was gonna be here.”

“Yeah, AJ specifically asked for him to be invited.” Confirmed Clementine, as the doorbell rang. They heard Rebecca hurry to the front door.

“Five bucks it’s Sarah with a gruesome story about her dad’s work.” Said Becca, getting a frown from Gabe.

“Ten if it’s Gill saying his date went bad.”

“It’s Duck.” Stated Clementine, “Because you’ll hear a thud in three…two…”

There was a thud, before Duck stumbled through the back door, with a black Labrador in his arms.

“Oh, fuck, no.” Hissed Clementine, pulling her feet onto the bench, trying to put as much distance between her and the dog.

The dog, Whistle, looked his eyes on Clementine, before bounding over to her.

“Oh oho, nope.” Cursed Clementine, “Nope. Fuck this. I’ll see you guys later.”

Clementine made a dash to the fence, before hopping over it.

“Sorry.” Said Duck, nervously rubbing the back of his head, “I wanted to come over, but I couldn’t leave him alone with Butch.”

“Oh, fuck this!”

Everyone looked over, as Clementine hopped back over the fence.

“Why the hell do you have so many dogs?!”

“Swear.” Said AJ, getting a disbelieving look from Clementine.

F

“How come people still feel their limbs after they’ve been cut off?” Asked Sarah, getting a sigh from Carlos.

“It’s called phantom limb syndrome,” He explained, “the brain is responding to the last signal the limb sent, for example, a hand would curl into a fist or a foot would tense up, the brain continues to send signals either continue clenching or to release.”

“So, why doesn’t it just stop sending signals?” Asked Sarah, frowning.

“Because it’s happening on a subconscious level,” Answered Carlos, “you can acknowledge that somethings missing, but there’ll be a small corner of your mind where you’ll keep acknowledging it’s presence.”

“So, why doesn’t it go away when someone thinks of uncurling their hand?”

“Because you can’t see it.” Responded Carlos, as they pulled up in front of the Brooke home, “The subconscious part of your brain needs to see the hand let go, which is where mirror therapy comes in.”

“What’s that?” Questioned Sarah, tilting her head slightly.

“It’s a form of therapy that, basically, tricks the brain into thinking the missing limb lets go by having the reflection of the other, remaining limb tense up and letting go.” Said Carlos, as they got out of the car, “it’s surprisingly effective.”

“Cool.” Said Sarah, as they reached the door.

“DUCK GET YOUR ANIMAL AWAY FROM ME!” Screamed Clementine, making Sarah giggle.

Carlos frowned, as he and Sarah walked through the Brooke home. Entering the garden, they found a black labrador standing at the base of a tree, their tail going a mile a minute, with Clementine clambering around the branches.

“Clem, he’s harmless!” Called Duck, the labrador barking and jumping.

“What’d we miss?” Asked Sarah, drawing level with Becca and Gabe.

“Clem’s convinced Duck’s dog is going to bite her, going on her last couple of experiences with dog sized animals, AJ and the other kids are playing with the dog, Duck’s trying to get her out of the tree and the dog wants to play with her.” Said Becca, as Clementine’s foot slipped off the branch and fell out of the tree, her hat coming off in the process.

In the blink of an eye, the labrador was on top of Clementine, licking away at her face. Grabbing the dog’s shoulders, Clementine pushed the dog until it was at arm’s length and glared at Duck, “My mouth was open!”

“But, he’s not trying to eat you!” Grinned Duck, as the dog dropped down and rested it’s head on Clementine’s legs.

Glancing down, Clementine hesitantly moved one of her hands to the dog’s heat and started patting it. AJ wandered up to Clementine and the dog and buried his face in the dogs fur.

“Okay,” Clementine stiffly looked at Duck, “This one is fine, the rest are bad.”

Duck froze, before shrugging, “Eh, baby steps.”

Clementine rolled her eyes, and reached to adjust her hat, only to find it missing. Twisting around, Clementine found her hat a couple of feet away, quickly grabbing it and pulling it on her head.

“You okay, Clem?” Asked Rebecca, getting nod from Clementine, “Because that fall was about seven or eight feet.”

“I’ve survived worse.” Dismissed Clementine, getting a grin from AJ.

“Yeah, she fell off a roof.” Said the child, making Clementine freeze.

“I’m sorry, what?!”

“It wasn’t that high.”

“How high was it?”

“…ten feet?”

“When did that happen?” Asked Rebecca, as Becca froze.

“Is Clem talking about the cabin incident?” Asked Sarah, getting Rebecca’s attention.

“When was it?”

“A couple of months ago….” Clementine winced, “…I think?”

Rebecca breathed in deeply through her nose and spun in her heel, “I’m going to get Carlos.”

“But I didn’t break anything this time!” Protested Clementine.

“THIS TIME?!”

F

“Well,” Carlos frowned, looking at Clementine, “you didn’t break anything.”

“See.” Clementine gave Rebecca a pointed look.

“But, your ankle is dislocated.” Finished Carlos, “Now, I should tell you to go to a hospital, but-”

Carlos abruptly relocated the joint.

“Fff-” Clementine sucked air through her teeth.

“There, I just saved you about sixty-thousand dollars.”  Said Carlos, as Duck helped Clementine to her feet.

“It still hurts.” Grumbled Clementine, limping as she hobbled away.

“She only found it painful because she’s never damaged that ankle before.” Said Carlos, frowning as the friend group talked amongst themselves, “I’ll speak to Vernon, see about getting her an x-ray or something.”

Rebecca hummed, as AJ ran up to her, holding a tooth, “Mommy! Look!”

“Oh.” Rebecca stared at the tooth, “Wonderful.”

F

A week later, Clementine and Gabe were quietly walking through a park together. Clementine laughed at something Gabe said.

“You know, they’re gonna find us.” Said Duck, as Becca shushed him.

“No, they’re not.” Becca looked back at Clem and Gabe, only to find they’d vanished, “Shit, where’ve they gone?”

Clementine and Gabe stopped running, with Clementine letting a laugh out.

“I think we’ve lost them.” Said Gabe, as Clementine laughed.

“Yeah.” Clementine let out a few more huffs of laughter, before leaning against Gabe.

“We need to do that more.” Said Gabe, as he and Clementine dropped onto a bench.

“Hmm.” Hummed Clementine, as Gabe looked down at her.

The two stared into each other’s eyes and, the next either of them knew it, they shared a kiss. They pulled part, before leaning into each other again and sharing a longer kiss.

Meanwhile, from another bush, Sarah snapped a picture of the pair.

F

“Is it me, or has Clementine become…affectionate?” Asked Michelle, looking at Ida.

“I think everyone’s noticed it.” Answered Ida, as Greg shifted across from them.

“Tell that to my nose.” Huffed Greg, getting an eyeroll from Michelle.

“Have you heard?” Interrupted Danielle, dropping onto a seat.

“Heard what?” Asked Ida, frowning.

“We’re going to be merging with another school.”