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[ryujinbrat]

#25 quiet love

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[mythboundcal]

Where the Ocean Ends Stardew Valley Fanfic (Sebastian & Farmer) by MythboundCal

He doesn’t look at you when you sit down.

There’s a glow at the edge of his fingertips— A cigarette burning low. He holds it like he’s not sure he wants it anymore.

The sea below is quiet tonight. Not still—just tired.

You don’t say anything. You never have to.

He exhales, slow and silver, and finally speaks.

“I used to imagine the ocean just… ended. Like there was a line. A clean break. You step past it, and that’s it.”

His voice is sand-worn, casual. But his shoulders give him away.

“I thought if I could reach that edge, Maybe I’d disappear the right way. Not messy. Just—quiet.”

You don’t interrupt. He wasn’t asking for rescue.

He flicks ash into the dark.

“But it’s not like that. The water just keeps going. Even if you can’t see where.”

Another pause.

“Kind of like you.”

That’s when he looks at you. Not dramatic. Just enough.

“You show up. Every time I try to vanish. You just… sit here. Like you belong in the silence.”

There’s no music. No stars flaring above in response. Just the sound of tide against rock, And the weight of being seen.

You let the silence stretch. Let it mean something.

He takes one last drag, then snuffs the cigarette out on a stone. Doesn’t throw it. Just holds it like a regret.

“Thanks,” he says.

You don’t ask what for. He’s not ready to say.

Maybe he never will. But for now, He stays.

—

A/N: I’ve always been drawn to characters who live between silences—who carry a storm but speak in small, steady weather. Sebastian feels like that. He’s not loud about his grief or his dreams, but you can feel the weight in the way he looks away, the way he lights a cigarette like it’s armor, not indulgence.

I wanted to write the moment where he doesn’t need to be saved—just seen. Because sometimes healing doesn’t look like a breakthrough. Sometimes it’s just someone choosing not to leave.

This is for the people who stay quiet on the cliffside—and for those who sit beside them anyway. 🦋

[ryluregf]

[jedi-lothwolf]

Codywan Week Day 6: Quiet Love

Summary: Obi-wan and Cody love doing small things for each other. Even things they don't talk about or acknowledge. When Obi-wan's favorite pair of robes get damaged, he doesn't have the time to repair them. However, Cody finds a way to fix them.

    Obi-wan and Cody's love for each other was shown in quiet declarations. Small things they would do for each other. Sure they spent almost every night together, snuggling close to each other and holding each other. But they also slid their feet together at meeting tables and looked back at each other in crowds to make sure they were okay.

    Quiet love was their favorite. Cody remembered times where he would drop something under a table and he would sit up to see Obi-wan's hand on the corner, making sure he didn't hit his head. He remembered short touches when he was nervous.

    They would sneak kisses in empty halls and hold hands on walks in the woods. They loved it almost as much as they loved each other.

"Are you ever going to fix those robes?" Cody asked his partner.

"I don't have the time." Obi-wan sighed as he folded the set of robes and put them in a drawer.

"They're your favorite." The site of robes were just about the same color as most of the ones he wore. However the fabric was softer and slightly more worn. It made them more comfortable to wear.

"I know. I'm sure I'll do it soon." With that he closed the drawer. "I'm going to go get something to eat, want anything?"

"Maybe some coffee?" Cody answered.

Obi-wan smiled and left the room. That's when Cody started to look around the room for a needle and thread. He had learned some domestic skills when he was bored on Kamino or in-between missions. Sewing was one of his favorites even if it was still somewhat difficult.

Finding the small repair kit Obi-wan's had tucked away in a drawer, the clone removed the set of robes from the drawer. Then he sat down at the table and found the holes he needed to mend.

After finding the holes, Cody started to stitch them shut. It wasn't perfect but slowly he fixed each and every hole he could. The larger ones were easier to work on. Like every time he tried to sew, he stabbed himself with the needle a few times. However most of the lines were straight so at least it wouldn't look horrible.

When he finished, Cody placed the robes back in the drawer as well as the sewing kit. Then he simply waited for Obi-wan to return. He placed a bandage on one of his fingers since he had poked it with the needle multiple times.

When Obi-wan returned, he gave Cody his coffee as well as an orange flower he had found. "This reminded me of you." He smiled.

"Thank you." Taking the coffee and the flower, Cody sat on the bed. He didn't think about the robes until later. After all, he didn't do it for anything other than making Obi-wan's life easier. In fact, he didn't think he needed to tell him. Later that week, the Jedi would think about it and pull them out like he had done that day. This time, he would see that all the holes had been closed.

The two men enjoyed the rest of their evening together. Cody stayed over that night. He shut the light off and crawled into bed. Obi-wan made sure his feet were covered by the blanket.

Later that week, Obi-wan was alone in his room. He had a pile of paper work that needed to be done. Still, he opened one of his dresser drawers. Pulling out his favorite set of robes, he saw that someone had already mended them. Smiling, Obi-wan knew he needed to thank Cody. He knew he would wear them the next day and he knew that it would make his beloved commander smile. Oh how he loved the little things.

[sjsmith56]

Chapter 3 will be posted tomorrow (Tuesday). Excerpt below.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It didn't happen often in my day but even once was too much. It must have put you off of dating completely."

"It did," she admitted, then she sipped her coffee and looked at her cup. "Then I met a kind, quiet, private man who faced his own challenges. He asked me out and I had to turn him down because he was technically a client but as of yesterday he's not anymore."

She kept looking at her coffee for a moment then raised her eyes to his surprised look. "Me? You're talking about me?"

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

I don’t think you understand

Until I Found Her is ACTUALLY the best love song out there

And it’s not for required love or crushes

It’s the quiet kind of love that wakes you up in the morning with a fluttery feeling in your chest or the kind that slows time when you look at them or the kind that plays when you can’t even THINK about losing them and it’s a quiet kind of love that the song is about because it’s about seeing REALLY REALLY SEEING the person you’re in love with and anyways if anyone wants to kiss me now that would be HIGHLY appreciated

[sadgaychamelion]

My favourite friendships are the ones where you don’t do anything special together but enjoy the presence of the other. Lying on one of your beds, both scrolling on your phones in silence. One of you sitting on the others bathroom counter talking mainly to yourself while they do their makeup and brush their teeth in the morning. Helping your friend unload the dishwasher before you leave to go somewhere. Sitting in silence together, both studying for different classes. Sitting next to each other on the couch while one is on the phone, positing with their sister who moved out. FaceTiming while one reads and one draws, just so the option to talk to somebody is there. Walking one of your dogs together. One lying in the sun, almost asleep, while the other rants about their partner. Quiet friendships.

[bookishbethanyerin]

• books with quiet love •

Though I love a big, loud, world-shattering love story, quiet love stories are the real soul food for me. I’m a sucker for slow burns and second chances and realizations while sitting on couches or at the dinner table of “Oh. This thing we have is *love*.”

So here are a few quiet love stories to curl up with.☕️💕

[covetor-of-sanity]

Now that I’ve told you what you mean to me

It’s okay that you don’t love me

It’s enough to know you’re still there

[thoughts-left-unspoke]

[sadgirlautumn]

“kids spend too much time on their devices” well what else are they supposed to do? there’s no corner shops with pinball machines in them on every corner anymore. there’s no malls or stores in small towns for teens to hang out in without being suspected of shoplifting or kicked out for loitering. sidewalks are too broken for them to ride their bikes and there’s no bike lane in the street to make it safe for them. i just don’t understand where they expect these kids to go when they keep taking places away from them. and yes having no safe public places for them is what leads a lot of teens into addiction if they end up at a place where people aren’t truly looking out for them.

[mythboundcal]

Where the Hymn Still Echoes Final Fantasy X Fanfic by MythboundCal

The temple is half-drowned.

Salt coats the threshold. The stone sings when the wind moves through it—soft, almost shy, like the echoes don’t want to admit they’re still here.

Yuna steps barefoot into the shallows. Her robes brush the surface, heavy with memory.

She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t pray. There’s no one left to answer.

But the silence… hums.

The Hymn. Still here, somewhere. Faint. As if it never learned how to leave her dreams.

She sits where the statues used to be. Where she once wept until the air itself bent around her grief. Now the grief is quiet. Not gone. Just… softened by time.

Yuna breathes in. Hums once.

The melody wavers, then catches. Like a thread tugged loose in the tide. It winds out of her—not a song, exactly. A memory. A promise. A name she’s too afraid to say out loud.

The ocean responds. A shift. A shimmer. A hand brushing water.

She doesn’t turn. Not yet.

If it’s real, it will wait. If it’s not… she wants to remember it as long as she can.

A footstep. Bare, like hers.

Then—

“Nice harmony,” a voice says, smiling.

Her eyes close.

She doesn’t cry. She’s done enough of that for a lifetime.

Instead, Yuna laughs.

Not because it’s funny.

Because it’s him.

And the tide… always knew before she did.

—

A/N: This story began with a sound. Not a plot point or a twist—but the Hymn of the Fayth.

If you've played Final Fantasy X, you know the Hymn weaves itself into the bones of the game. It’s not just music—it’s memory, grief, devotion, and the gentle presence of something both sacred and lost. It follows Yuna throughout her pilgrimage, whispered by temples, sung by the dead, echoed by those who gave their lives to dreams.

So what happens after? After the fayth disappear? After the boy made of dreams vanishes? After peace settles in—not like a reward, but like an ache?

That’s what I wanted to write about.

If this story found you in a soft moment—thank you for letting it echo in your own quiet. That’s what it was made for. 🌅💙

[thenalexica]

cottagecore romance plot structure ideas

Fated cottage neighbors discover shared land Hidden family recipes reveal magic connection Nature spirit offers protection from city Cursed to tend rival community gardens Flower marks reveal garden soulmates Arranged marriage between farming families Forbidden bond with forest guardian Small town matchmaker's herb shop magic Destined rivals at farmers market Immortal cottage caretaker assignment Shared dreams of ancestor's garden Accidental binding over propagated plant Past lives meet in inherited greenhouse Village elder's matchmaking rituals Memory spells in pressed flower books

[b1dl0]

[phantasmatoucan]

TLQ AND PRINCESS DOODLES (feat smitten and damsel as well)

BONUS silly doodles