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5 Animals That Act Like Your Quirky Best Friend!

Ever wondered which animals are the most like humans? While we often consider ourselves to be unique, there are quite a few animals out there that share some surprising similarities with us. From emotional intelligence to social structures, these creatures might just make you question what it really means to be human. Let’s dive into the fascinating world of animal behavior and discover which…

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Jurassic Hilarity: The Comical Quest to Bring Back a Dinosaur

If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be? Oh, to have the power to resurrect one of those prehistoric party animals! If I were to play Dr. Frankenstein with dinosaurs, the choice would be a tough one. After all, there are so many to pick from – some with ferocious appetites, others with peculiar features, and a few with an attitude that would put a grumpy cat to shame. Let’s…

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Do they let you randomly bite them out of affection?

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Chomping their arm out of the blue, gnawing on their cheek, or whatever random bitey habit you have, just as an affectionate gesture.

Contents & Warnings: biting, obviously, of the non-sexual kind

TWST Boys x gn!reader

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Riddle Rosehearts

At first, hard no. If you tend to bite other people or things, he might eventually change his mind just to get you to stop chomping on things. You can only bite designated areas on his arms, and if you leave marks, he will chastise you. His pain threshold isn't exactly the highest, even if he can obviously cover up the marks…

Ace Trappola

He thinks you have screws loose or wires crossed. Hard no at first, but if he catches you chomping on someone else, he might get a liiiittle jealous. So then he offers his arm, but he complains LOUDLY if you bite really hard. Might smack you.

Deuce Spade

He thinks it's weird, but he loves you, and he's been through worse, so you can bite him. If it's your way of showing affection, all the more power to you.

Cater Diamond

If you're a gentle biter, he thinks it's cute and quirky. If you're a hard biter, he'll be more averse, but he'll probably let you do it anyway. Might make Magicam posts about it. "#CuteAggression 💕" or something like that.

Trey Clover

No. Unsanitary. Will possibly try to check the health and hygiene of your teeth instead, but if you don't like that, he doesn't. (Boundaries are sexy, and he's very attractive.)

Leona Kingscholar

What are you doing, herbivore? Oh well. Plenty of beastmen show affection this way, so you can get away with it. Might even play wrestle with you on a good day. Bites you back, and he doesn't care if you leave marks.

Jack Howl

Another yes. Might gently bite you back. Will also play wrestle. It's a beastman thing.

Ruggie Bucchi

Absolutely! He'll bite you back, but he's incredibly careful. Hyena bite force is no joke. He'll instigate the play wrestling himself, and he's very proud if your playful antics leave bite marks on him. They're like trophies of affection.

Azul Ashengrotto

NO. What is WRONG with you?!

Jade Leech

Yes!! Bites you back. Hard. Then laughs if you complain. "Turnabout's fair play, dear pearl~" (Don't worry, he only bites as hard as you can handle, and he's a wonderful observer. Those teeth are monsters, though.)

Floyd Leech

Yes!! He thinks it's adorable!! He'll lightly nibble you back. He doesn't want to hurt you, just return the affection! Gets jealous if you bite anyone else. (Not so badly if it's Jade and you're dating them both, in which case he pouts and asks you to bite him, too. Not fair of Shrimpy to only bite Jade!!)

Kalim Al-Asim

Sure!! Just don't bite him too hard — Jamil will get on your case. Kalim is very open-minded, so he just accepts this is one of your ways of showing affection.

Jamil Viper

Absolutely NOT, are you out of your Sevens-damned mind?! Not only is that dangerous and incredibly unhygienic, but he already deals with enough with Kalim! (Silly antics bringing about bumps and bruises, and attempts on Kalim's life he has to defend against.) Don't randomly bite him, too! Please, for his poor heart.

Vil Schoenheit

No. Never ask again. And if you randomly spring it on him? Lecture. He loves you, but absolutely, positively not.

Epel Felmier

You can do a little biting, as a treat. He's a TOUGH guy, he can handle some nibbles.

Rook Hunt

Of course! You have such interesting ways of showing affection. Did you know some beastmen and merfolk do the same thing? What a coincidence! So very charming.

Idia Shroud

NO. No, no, no, no, NO.

Malleus Draconia

Of course, child of man! You have such strange ways of showing affection, but he thinks it's cute.

Silver Vanrouge

Sure. It probably won't wake him up if he's asleep, but he might ask to try that at some point. He's been through some tough training, so some affectionate gnawing won't be much to him.

Sebek Zigvolt

At first, another hard no. He thinks you're out of your mind. You can goad him into letting you, though. (And he might feel a twinge of jealousy if you munch on others. Nothing too crazy, though.)

Lilia Vanrouge

Yes!!! All the yes!!! Probably the most excited to get chomps. He'll lovingly bite you back, but he's careful to mind his fangs if you're sensitive to pain. Will start ambushing you with playful nips and nibbles.

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I almost fucking forgot Rook, and he's one of my favorites 💀

Wrote this because I'm a chomper (my sona is worse hehe)

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Hello, if it's ok with you we could have a reaction of the LaDS boys reacting to hearing the reader's sneeze for the first time and she sneezes like a kitten? (my body is ready for Sylus's part

Kitten Sneeze

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Upon sneezing, you sounded remarkably like the cat that Xavier feeds outside the apartment. He paused mid-action, his expression inscrutable as he observed you wiping your nose with a handkerchief, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“What…?” You asked, blinking at him in confusion.

“I thought I heard an actual kitten,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. Xavier had a soft spot for kittens, often stopping to pet strays whenever he encountered them. He wouldn't even pull back if a kitten decided to nibble his finger.

“I didn’t know you were capable of mimicking a kitten,” he chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curving into a rare, gentle smile. His eyes softened, exuding a warmth that made your heart flutter. “It was very cute.”

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

“Are you alright?” Zayne's voice carried a tinge of concern as he glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly. Before you could respond, you sneezed again, the high-pitched sound eerily similar to a kitten's meow. As a dedicated doctor, his initial worry was whether this was a respiratory problem, but the consistency of your sneezes reassured him it was just a quirky trait of yours.

“Drink water,” he murmured, gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. With his other hand, he held a glass of water to your lips, which you gratefully sipped. “I’m worried that you might be catching a cold or an allergy.”

“No, I’m okay,” you reassured him, sniffing a bit.

“Mm.” Zayne subtly nodded at your words; his concern not entirely dispelled. Though he wouldn’t openly admit it, he found your sneezing adorable, its kitten-like quality endearing to someone who secretly had a soft spot for such creatures, like him.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

“A-Achoo..!” Your sneeze, sounding like a tiny cat’s meow, made Rafayel flinch visibly. He wasn't fond of cats, a fact you were well aware of, but his reaction still caught you off guard.

He stared at you with wide eyes and a furrowed brow, looking genuinely bewildered. “Was that you?”

You wiped your nose, sniffling as you met his incredulous gaze. “Yeah, why?”

“…” His frown deepened as he slowly backed away, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance. “This is why you aren’t supposed to come near those fur-monsters! They’re already affecting you!”

“…” You rolled your eyes at his dramatic antics, only to notice him dialing something on his phone. Realization dawned as you saw he was calling an ambulance.

“Rafayel-!”

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Hearing your adorable kitten-like sneeze, the first thing Sylus did was chuckle, his deep and raspy voice resonating throughout the room. He had been engrossed in a book just before you sneezed, but the unexpected sound captured his full attention.

“What was that?”

“What was what…? I sneezed…”

“Seems like I’ve been right all along,” he mused, his crimson eyes locking onto you with an amused glint. You frowned slightly, unsure of his meaning.

“You really are my kitten,” he declared, his voice laced with a possessive endearment that made your cheeks burn. His straightforward claim left you blushing profusely, his intense gaze making your heart race as he reaffirmed your place in his life.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 (𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟) 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡- 𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴.

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synastry observations

⊹ ࣪ ˖ venus conjunct/trine neptune synastry, makes the relationship feel euphoric when together. Ultimate rose-colored glasses aspect. (be careful not to over- idealize them since neptune can blur reality)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ venus conjunct/trine uranus synastry, creates a ‘love at first sight’ effect and creates instant chemistry. But if the relationship is not grounded it may feel thrilling but fleeting, the spark tends to go out fast.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ moon square pluto synastry, the intensity is raw and challenging, a lot of power struggles within the relationship. aspect can also lead to obsession, jealousy and possessiveness.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ mercury aspects (conjunction, trines), the relationship thrives on communication. partnerships with this aspect, honestly can talk to each other for hours without losing interest. If mercury is harshly aspected (squares, opposition) this can cause miscommunication and misunderstandings, but can cause opportunities for growth in listening.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ saturn square or opposition any planet in synastry, can often indicate karmic lessons and responsibilities tied to the relationship.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sun positively aspecting jupiter partnerships can make good money together 💵. this aspect fosters mutual enthusiasm and growth in finances.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ mercury-uranus couples are lowkey corny(but a cute corny 🥰). they have really quirky humor and goofy antics. (such a underrated aspect tbhh.)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ mars and pluto(conjunction, square and opposition) in synastry, love-hate aspect, intense attraction paired with an equally intense tendency for power struggles and aggression. But can also be a deeply passionate relationship.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ a lot of 6th house influence in synastry can be a red flag, especially for friendships. it causes jealousy and a lot of secret animosity.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ mars in 1st house synastry, there’s often a strong physical attraction. But the mars person may come off as pushy or overly assertive.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ venus in 5th house synastry, such a cute placement! very romantic and creative attraction. a lot of playfulnesses and fun vibes.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ uranus in 11th house synastry, usually they probably started off as friends or you probably met through a friend. It can also cause the connection to feel more like a friendship than a romantic one.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ chiron in 8th house synastry, the chiron person brings healing to houses person’s deepest wounds and insecurities. esp around intimacy or shared resources. deeply transformative, this placement brings painful emotions to the surface before healing occurs.

reminder!! accuracy also depends on the entire chart!!

[hoshifighting]

okay hear me out…..pick me seventeen like completely pathetic and yearning seventeen who act like picks me for their s/o attention

pick-me!seventeen, attention-seeker!seventeen pathetic!seventeen, yearning!seventeen

seungcheol is the ultimate pick-me. it’s like he’s got a radar for your needs and wants. you forget your hairbrush? no problem, he’s got a new one waiting on your desk. craving ramen? a steaming bowl appears out of nowhere. it’s a bit overwhelming, honestly, especially when the gifts keep getting more extravagant. you were about to stop him when you saw an yves saint laurent bag on your desk. you tried to explain it wasn't necessary, but he just grinned like he won the lottery. “i just want to make sure you have everything you need,” he says, looking way toopleased with himself as you see yet another luxury item appear.

jeonghan tries to play it cool, like he’s not affected by your presence at all, pretending he doesn’t care while he’s actually dying for your attention. he’s got this casual air about him, but you can tell he’s obsessed. the way he casually tosses a snack in your direction, or how he pretends to be deep in conversation with friends, but keeps glancing at you. when you finally acknowledge him, he’s way too nonchalant about it. “oh, hey,” he says, as if he wasn’t just counting down the seconds until you noticed him. “didn’t see you there.” his tone way too casual for someone who’s clearly been waiting for you.

joshua takes a more direct approach, pulling out his guitar or starting to sing whenever you're nearby. it’s like he’s trying to lure you in with his talent. sometimes, it’s a bit awkward, especially when he messes up a chord or stumbles over lyrics. but he keeps going, hoping you'll compliment him. “how’s that for a song?” he asks, trying to sound casual but clearly hoping you’ll swoon over his performance. it’s awkwardly charming, and you can’t help but smile. “not bad, right?”

junhui is always trying to be the cool guy, but he’s clearly not very good at it. he’s playing basketball outside, and every time you walk by, he tries to show off with some flashy moves. he dribbles a little harder, jumps a little higher, and always makes sure to throw you a grin that’s way too hopeful. “yo, you see that shot?” he calls out, clearly trying to impress you. “thought you might want to see my skills up close.”

soonyoung can’t help but embarrass himself trying to get your attention. he’ll leave a banana milk on your desk with a sheepish grin, saying, “for you, shawty.” he says trying to sound cool but clearly embarrassed by the gesture. his cheeks are a little red as he avoids eye contact, clearly hoping you’ll appreciate the small, quirky gift. you can’t help but laugh at his antics, and he looks so pleased when you accept the drink.

wonwoo is all about paying attention. he overhears your conversations about books or skincare and then subtly drops references to them in his own conversations. you catch him reading a book on dermatology right after you talked about skincare. “i heard you’re into this stuff,” he says, trying to sound casual. “thought i’d give it a read too.” he mumbles, clearly hoping to impress you with his attentiveness. it’s sweet how he goes out of his way to connect with you.

woozi is subtle with his attempts. he’ll spin a pen or crack his fingers, trying to look cool and nonchalant. when you ask him to teach you how to spin a pen, he’s caught off guard and turns beet red, clearly flustered by the close contact. “uh, sure, I can show you,” he stammers, trying to hide his embarrassment. it’s adorable how he struggles to maintain his cool.

minghao is protective in a subtle way. if he overhears the boys talking shit or swearing next to you—you know, boys. he’ll step in, saying, “hey, we’ve got a girl here, watch your language.” he’s got this protective vibe, and you can’t help but appreciate how he stands up for you, even in small ways. it’s clear he values you and wants to make sure you’re treated well.

mingyu like flaunting his strength and height. if you’re struggling with something, like lifting a chair, he’ll swoop in to help, lifting it effortlessly. when he’s next to you, he’ll flex his muscles or show off his veins, trying to get you to notice. “need a hand?” he asks, lifting your pile of books effortlessly for you. “just thought you might need some help with this.”

seokmin is the ultimate “pick me” guy when it comes to social media. he’ll post things related to your interests, like a song from the artist you mentioned or a dish you posted about. when you like or comment on his posts, he’s over the moon, celebrating like he’s just won the lottery. “I saw you liked my post,” he’ll say, grinning like a fool. he’s clearly obsessed with making sure you know he’s into the same things you are.

seungkwan loves making you laugh. he’ll crack jokes loudly, making sure you hear them, and give you a sidelong glance to see if you’re laughing. when you try to hold back a laugh, he’s beaming, he flashes a triumphant grin, clearly pleased that he managed to get a reaction from you.

vernon is always tuned in to your preferences. if you mention liking boys in pink hoodies, he’ll show up in one the next day. if you talk about sour patch kids, he’ll have a pack open right next to you, offering you some with a shy smile. “you like these, right? I don’t really like them, you can have it...” he says, clearly hoping you’ll appreciate the gesture.

chan is the quintessential attention-seeker in P.E. classes, for example. he’ll go all out to show off, from pretending to be hurt to make you worry to making sure you see him perform. “hey, partner up with me!” he’ll call out, positioning himself right next to you, clearly hoping to get closer. when he’s showing off, he needs to make sure you’re paying attention to him.

[bogleech]

Everyone's favorite manga character!! The guy who tries to grope women and leers at little girls but the protagonist stays friends with him and the narrative evidently considers it more than enough consequences when people just call him a pervert and bop him in the head comedically. What quirky antics that have not completely ruined otherwise good series at all

[aleskie]

A THOUSAND MILES SEEMS PRETTY FAR | Quinn Hughes x Reader

SUMMARY: But they have planes and trains and cars. He'd walk to you if he had no other way. aka long distance with quinn.

Word Count: 1k Warnings: none :D pure fluff. no angst, just love. ♫ Listen: Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's ♫

You and Quinn are on your bi-weekly phonecall, catching up on each other’s lives in the strange new reality of being miles apart. He talks about training and games, his neighbors and their quirky antics, the dishes he's trying to cook, and the restaurants he’s found nearby for when his cooking doesn't go as planned. There’s a lightheartedness in his voice as he tells you about getting recognized by fans, but you can hear the fatigue too, the weight of adjusting to a life where so much feels new and foreign.

“Tell me what it’s like over there,” he says, voice warm and familiar.

“Oh, honey,” you say with a laugh, “It’s been a wild few days.”

You update him on all the latest drama from home, from your mutual friends’ lives to the ridiculous gossip circulating on campus. You tell him about your classes, the endless cramming, and how you’re running on caffeine and pure determination. You mention the phone call you had with his mom, how she keeps you updated on his little brothers, Jack and Luke, and their texts to you asking for advice on how to hide things from their parents. 

Quinn chuckles sleepily, clearly entertained by their schemes. He’s already in bed, his face framed by the soft glow of his bedside lamp, while you’re still at your desk, laptop open, notes scattered around you. It’s late for both of you, and you know you’ll both pay for it with early alarms and sleepy eyes tomorrow, but the call feels worth it, like a lifeline between you. It was hard, you’ll admit, with him being in Vancouver and you still in Michigan, but it was better than not having him at all. 

“God, you look beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. “Your lamp gives you this warm glow—you look like an angel.”

You laugh. “That’s probably just the homesickness talking. You’re either really sleepy or you just miss me. Or both.”

He stifles a yawn, smiling. “I always miss you,” he says, softer this time, the usual joking edge gone. “I never want to be apart from you.”

“Hey.” You lean closer, resting your chin in your hand as if it’ll somehow bring you closer to him. “Just two more years, Quinny. Then I’ll be right there with you.”

He’s silent for a moment, a question hanging in the space between you. Finally, he asks, “Do you wish I hadn’t left?”

You smile, reaching out to the screen as if you could brush his hair back. “I would never do that to you. This is your dream—you’ve wanted this as long as I’ve known you.”

He shifts in bed, tucking himself deeper into the pillows, watching you with that gaze that always made you feel seen, like you were the only one who mattered. The soft sound of your typing fills the quiet, and he’s content to just watch you, taking in the tiny changes in your expression as you work. In moments like this, he wishes he could teleport, even if just for an hour, just to see you, just to touch you. Being drafted to the NHL is everything he’s worked for, and he’d never give it up, but there’s still a quiet ache whenever he remembers you’re not there.

It isn’t the first time he’s asked if you wanted him to stay, and each time you tell him the same thing. You’d never ask that of him, wouldn’t dream of it. And every time, hearing you say those words—knowing you believe them—it reminds him just how much he loves you. It might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for him. 

“People say we’re crazy for trying to make this work,” he says, his voice softening. “But I don’t think we are. Is that weird?”

You smile, looking at him through the screen, your eyes full of warmth. “Not weird at all, bub. I feel the same way. They can joke all they want, but we know this is real.”

His gaze softens further, your reassurance the steady anchor he didn’t realize he needed. The corners of his mouth tug into a smile, one that’s vulnerable and hopeful all at once.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his words barely more than a whisper, but somehow carrying a lifetime’s worth of promises. “I promise, when you get here, I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you everything you ever wanted.” Even thick with sleep, his eyes hold a fierce certainty, one that leaves no room for doubt. Maybe it was strange to some, betting so much on a relationship that started in university, but he knows, as surely as he’s known anything, that you’re it for him. He can already see it all so clearly���planning a wedding, finding a home, starting a life together. This is it.

“You already take care of me, Quinny,” you say, the affection in your voice unmistakable. “You’re all I need.”

He chuckles, his exhaustion creeping in with a long yawn. “Flatterer,” he teases, even as his eyes droop a little, his smile growing softer with every passing second.

“Might be time to call it a night,” you say gently, tucking your notebooks away and placing your pens back in their case. “Don’t miss me too much, yeah?”

His smile grows sleepy. “Almost summer,” he mumbles, words slow and relaxed. “I’ll have you all to myself then.” There’s a long pause, one filled with unspoken dreams. “I love you,” he finally says, voice laced with sincerity, each word as warm as a goodnight kiss.

“I love you too,” you reply, feeling the words settle in your heart, grounding you. “Goodnight, Quinn. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight.” His voice is soft, eyes fluttering as he murmurs, “I’ll dream of you.”

You smile, your voice tender. “And I’ll dream of you. Let’s meet up again there, alright?”

A sleepy grin spreads across his face, a warmth in his gaze that transcends the screen. “Yeah,” he whispers, his voice filled with a quiet certainty, “Let’s do that.”

You both linger for a moment, unwilling to end the call, sharing a silence so comfortable it feels like being wrapped in each other’s arms. His eyes are on you, tired but happy, and yours on him, both of you letting that last connection sink in before sleep pulls you both under.

“See you soon,” you say softly, a quiet promise in your voice.

“See you in dreams, love.”

[themysticaldrumstick]

7 DAYS IN PARADISE

Marriage. Holy, pure, life-long, consuming-- or, so people think. It sure was, that last part, when it came to you, at least. But, that for you, was six years ago.

Now, you're pushing thirties, flirty and quirky-- no, you aren't. Stuck in a monotonous job with zero entertainment, and taking care of your son has become your full-time job. Or, at least, it feels that way.

But, one fateful Tuesday night, you find a ticket to Hawaii, under your bed and things take a turn for the comedic worse. Calm down, calm down. After all, what's wrong with a little trip to the soothing beaches with your ex-partner and your son, right?

You just know his antics too well by now.

Crazy little punk.

FEATURES:

Fully customizable MC with traits and features of choice(going for extensive customization).

Uh.. exclusive personality following the Myers-Briggs? Excuse me, what more can you ask for?

Choose the genders of your ROs.

Fall in love and enjoy the sunny beaches of Hawaii, girlies, guylies, and.. uh, non-binar-ies?

I'm gonna shut up now.

ROMANTIC INTERESTS:

Ellie/Elliot Williams

Yeah, exactly who you thought it would be. Your ex-partner, your ex-lover, blah. Once upon a time, you had loved them. Dearly so. It's been six-years since your terrible, messy divorce and, arguements between you two, are almost never ending. Will their lingering feelings for you be enough to pull you back into their love on this trip, or has their boat fully sailed?

Manjari/Manoj Patel

A blast from the past. If it weren't for E, you'd have almost dated them, instead. They were your best-friend and closest confidant back in the day. Now that, the lines between love and hate have blurred, will you still be able to find a common ground to love?

Bella/Beckett James

The sexy bartender and resident charmer that has you feeling all young and wanted. If it wasn't for your trip, you probably wouldn't have even thought that someone could want you so much. Will their crush on you magnify into true love or, will it wilt with the test of time?

Asks are welcome. All 18+ posts are under the #mature tag and community labelled for the safety of minors.

[soulofapatrick]

Falling Into You - Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader 

Summary: you and stiles finally give into your unknown crush on each other

Words: 2.6K

Warning: Heated makeout session; if you squint there's dry humping

Y/N’s POV

Living with Stiles has been far from boring. Ever since my dad was killed and my younger brother - Isaac - went to live with Derek, Sheriff Noah Stilinski graciously opened his home to me. That meant living with Stiles too, and let me tell you, it has been anything but dull. Stiles has this knack for turning even the most mundane day into a storytelling session filled with the antics he and Scott get up to. 

I’ve grown to love it here. The Stilinski house is like a second home, and the sheriff is like a second dad to me. He’s been incredibly supportive, especially during the tough times. And then there’s Stiles. He’s… well, he’s Stiles. Quirky, witty and always wearing that mischievous grin. 

Lately, though, something’s shifted. I’ve caught myself stealing glances at Stiles when he’s not looking. His passion for solving mysteries, his loyalty to his friends—there’s something undeniably endearing about him. Maybe it’s the way he cares for everyone around him, or the way he throws himself into every insane situation without hesitation. But it's more than that. There's a warmth in his laughter, a genuineness in his concern, that makes my heart flutter a bit faster. And as much as I try to ignore it, I can't deny that a crush has been slowly blossoming. 

Living under the same roof, it’s hard to keep these feelings under wraps. I find myself wanting to spend more time around him, hoping for moments where it’s just the two of us, away from the chaotic everyday that is Beacon Hills. Yet, I’m also terrified. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward while living with him? 

Stiles is currently sat cross legged on my bed, looking so engrossed in whatever supernatural mystery he's delving into. His dedication is admirable, even if it means sacrificing proper posture for the sake of research. I can't help but steal glances at him every now and then, admiring the furrow in his brow as he concentrates. 

I wish I could tell him how I feel. But the fear of ruining what we currently have, the fear of changing the dynamic between us, it’s suffocating. So instead, I go back to focusing on my assignment, the words blurring on the page as my thought drift back to him. 

The room is quiet except for the clicking of keys and the occasional muttered comment from Stiles. As I sit at my desk, trying to concentrate on the assignment in front of me, my mind wandering again—this time an entirely different scenario and it’s one that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. 

I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to set aside the fear and uncertainty, to sit next to Stiles and lean in, closing the distance between us. What would it be like to press my lips against Stiles’? Would they be as soft as they look, as warm as his laugh? My heart races at the mere thought, a flurry of emotions dancing within me. 

I picture the moment vividly: closing the space between us, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, and the anticipation before our lips meet. I imagine his hands, tentative yet steady, finding their place on my skin, maybe on the curve of my cheek or the small of my back. How would it feel to have his touch ignite a thousand sparks, to feel the electricity between us? 

There’s a mix of longing and hesitation, the desire to experience that connection, yet the fear of disrupting the comfortable equilibrium we've found in our friendship. But in my mind's eye, it's a beautiful chaos—a leap into the unknown, a chance to explore something deeper, something that might exist beyond our late-night conversations and shared moments.

Before I can continue imagining me and Stiles the said boy breaks my thoughts, “Hey Y/N! Come here,” He speaks, excitement in his voice but his eyes never once leaving the screen. 

I force myself out of the reverie, blinking away the vivid daydreams as Stiles called out to me. His excitement is palpable, contagious even, and I push aside the rush of emotions to focus on the present. 

I rise from my chair, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as I make my way to where Stiles is seated. He’s still hunched over the laptop, his attention entirely captured by the screen. With a careful step, I settle on the bed behind him, leaning over him enough to rest my chin on his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s got him so intrigued. 

His warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, radiating against my chest, a sensation I try desperately to ignore. The scent that envelopes me—a blend of old books, faint traces of motor oil and a lingering hint of coffee—should be distracting, but it’s oddly comforting. It’s quintessentially Stiles, a unique combination that feels inexplicably familiar and reassuring. 

I glance at the screen, feigning interest in whatever supernatural phenomenon has grabbed his attention. But truthfully, my focus wavers between trying to understand what he’s showing me and the proximity between us. His presence feels magnetic, drawing me in, yet I fight the urge to let my thoughts drift into forbidden territory. 

“Look at this,” He exclaims, pointing to a section on the screen. His enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, I forget the inner turmoil, getting lost in his excitement. 

Stiles is engrossed in explaining something on the screen, his energy palpable. I try my best to keep up, nodding along as he talks, but the proximity between us amplifies every emotion within me. 

Suddenly, he turns his head, excitement lighting up his russet eyes as he tries to make a point. His words trail off mid-sentence, and in that suspended moment, our faces are unexpected close. I feel his breath, warm against my skin, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine. 

As if in slow motion, I notice every tiny detail—the freckles scattered across his pale skin, the way his eyes dart down to my lips for the briefest moment before meeting my gaze again. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m sure he can heart the erratic beat of my heart. There's a shift in the air, an unspoken tension that crackles between us. His cheeks flush with colour, a shade of red that matches the intensity of my own emotions. I can't tear my gaze away from him, from the way his eyes flicker between mine and the way his lips part, as if searching for words that elude him. 

For a moment, time seems suspended, our silent exchange speaking volumes. I feel a surge of courage and vulnerability intertwine within me, a silent plea for something more, a leap into the unknown. 

But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it slips away. Stiles blinks, breaking the trance, and clears his throat, shifting slightly away. "Um, sorry, got carried away there," he stammers, his voice a tad higher than usual.

The air feels charged with an awkward tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. I try to ease the discomfort by standing up, intending to head back to my desk and salvage what’s left of our usual camaraderie. But before I can even take a step, Stiles’ hand shoots out, wrapped around my wrist in a swift motion that catches me off guard. 

Caught off guard by the sudden proximity, I stumble and practically find myself in Stiles's lap. His warmth envelopes me, and for a moment, our heartbeats synchronise in a chaotic rhythm that seems to echo the unspoken emotions between us. 

Stiles’ eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirling within their depths. His tongue darts out to wet his pretty pink lips, a nervous gesture that betrays the intensity of the moment. Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, his hand finds the back of my neck, drawing me closer. 

In that heartbeat before our lips meet, the world around us seems to still. His touch sends a surge of electricity through me, igniting a fire that I didn’t know was simmering within. And then, finally, our lips touch in a kiss that feels both anticipated and inevitable. 

As our embrace intensifies, the laptop becomes a mere afterthought, pushed aside to make way for the burgeoning heat between us. Stiles's movements are deliberate, his hands finding my hips with a confident touch, guiding me to straddle his lap as our bodies mold together. 

The kiss deepens, the connection between us sparking a newfound intensity. Stiles’ hands, warm against my skin, slip under the fabric of my teeshirt, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His touch is electric, fingers tracing patterns along my hips, a gentle yet possessive hold that ignites a fire within me. I tangle my fingers in his messy hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingertips as I tilt his head back slightly, deepening the kiss. There’s a dominance in his action, a confidence that surprises me but also excites me in ways I hadn’t anticipated. 

His lips move with purpose, fervent and seeking, a silent demand for more as our breaths mingle in the shared space between us. Each movement, each touch, feels like an unspoken confession of desires long kept hidden. 

My heart races as I lean into him, relishing the sensation of his lips against mine, the way his body responds to my touch. And as I lose myself in the passion of the moment, it becomes clear that Stiles, despite his usual playful demeanour, possesses a commanding presence that takes my breath away. 

As the intensity of the moment heightens, Stiles’ touch remains both from and reassuring, his hands guiding me with a tenderness that contrasts his newfound dominance. With a gentle yet firm pressure, his long, nimble fingers press against my back, coaxing me to lower myself onto him. There’s an undeniable pull in his touch, drawing me closer until I’m lying atop him, our chests pressing together in a shared rhythm. Our breaths mingle in the small space between y=us, the heat of the moment making the air around us feel charged. 

His chest rises and falls with each breath, syncing with mine, creating an unspoken harmony. The sensation of our bodies pressed together sends jolt through me, an electric current that ignites every nerve ending. 

As I rest against him, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat against mine, a rush of emotions floods over me—desire mingled with a newfound intimacy, vulnerability meshed with a sense of comfort in this uncharted territory. 

Stiles's gaze holds a mixture of passion and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between us in the shared silence. His fingers trace gentle patterns along my back, a gesture that speaks volumes, conveying a reassurance amidst the fervour of the moment. His lips part as if to speak but instead, in a very Stiles fashion, a torrent of words spill out in a hurried stream. 

“I-I've wanted to do this for so long, and I'm sorry, I should've asked, I mean, I wanted to ask, but then this moment happened, and I just... I didn't want to ruin it, but I should’ve—" He babbles, the words tumbling out faster than I can comprehend. His apology mixes with an admission that he’s wanted this as much as I have, and amidst his rambling, I can’t help but laugh softly, finding the sudden flood of words endearing. 

Before his apologies and explanations can continue, I decide to silence him the best way I know how. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cup his face in both hands, capturing his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes, stealing away his words and replacing them with the silent language of our shared desires. 

The kiss is deliberate interruption, a way to convey everything I’ve been feeling in a single moment. It’s a tender yet firm assertion, an assurance that words are unnecessary amidst the eloquence of our connection. 

As our lips meet, I feel a shift in the air, the nervous energy dissipating into something more serene. Stiles’ initial surprise melts into a reciprocated warmth, and soon, the kiss becomes a dance of shared affection and unspoken apologies. In that suspended moment, the kiss becomes a story of its own—a narrative of unspoken emotions conveyed through the gentle meeting of our lips. Stiles's initial surprise gives way to a newfound ease, his lips molding against mine with a familiarity that feels surprisingly natural yet exhilaratingly new.

His touch, tender yet assured, ignites a cascade of sensations. His hands explore, tracing the contours of my back, sending tingles racing along my skin. There’s a delicate balance in his touch, a mix of reverence and longing that speaks volumes about the dept of his emotions. 

As our kiss deepens, I’m enveloped in a whirlwind of emotions. Stiles’ lips against mine feel like a discovery—a blend of softness and fervour, an unspoken language that surpasses any verbal communication. Each movement of our lips is a revelation, a testament to the unspoken connection between us. His closeness has a gravitational pull, drawing me in and enveloping me in a sense of security and desire. In this moment, I feel cherished, desired, and seen in a way that goes beyond mere words. 

The intensity of our kiss, a universe of emotions contained within, is abruptly interrupted by the jarring ring of Stiles’ phone. Startled, we break apart, a shared groan escaping both of us as the moment fractures, replacing by the intrusion of reality. Stiles fumbles for his phone, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. With a sigh, he answers and puts it on speaker, revealing Scott’s urgent voice on the other end, asking if Stiles had found any leads. 

As Stiles responds to Scott’s inquiries, I take the opportunity to sit back up, adjusting my position so that I’m straddling his waist. The shift seems to catch Stiles of guard, his breath hitching slightly, and I can feel the bulge pressing against my ass. I watch as Stiles bites his lip, a subtle attempt to suppress any involuntary sounds, his focus divided between the phone call and me, shifting on his lap. His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, and I can see a hint of frustration at the interruption, mixed with a smouldering intensity that sends a thrill through me. 

Leaning closer, I offer an apologetic smile, silently acknowledging the disruption but unable to resist teasing him but grinding my hips against his, pretending to get more comfortable on his lap. I notice the way his breath catches again and his hands dart for my hips unsure if they want to stop my hips or help me roll them against that growing bulge. 

“Sh-shit,” A moan escapes him and Scott falls silent as Stiles’ cheeks bloom a pretty shade of red, “Fuck, I gotta go, talk later.” And with that Stiles is hanging up, practically throwing his phone on the floor and in one quick moment has us flipped over so I’m laying underneath him. 

“Hi.” I breathe quietly, an ache between my legs. 

“Don’t you ‘hi’ me you little tease.” He grumbles, leaning on his elbows either side of my head. 

“What you gonna do about it?” I challenge, loving the gleam in his eyes. 

Stiles chuckles softly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leans closer, his breath brushing against my lips. 

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've started."

Teen Wolf Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[aventurineswife]

Can we get a fluffy moment of March waiting with Reader for Pom-Pom to finish baking some cookies? :3c

Time Tastes Sweeter with You

Summary: March 7th and you pass the time waiting for Pom-Pom to finish baking cookies aboard the Astral Express. March’s playful antics and her impromptu photoshoot lead to heartwarming and lighthearted moments, capturing the quirky charm of your bond.

Tags: March 7th x Reader, Fluff, Lighthearted Romance, Found Family Dynamics, Photography Themes.

The Astral Express was unusually quiet, save for the soft hum of machinery and the faint, delicious smell wafting from the kitchen. You sat on one of the lounge chairs, leaning back with a relaxed sigh. Across from you, March 7th leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin resting in her hands, her camera dangling from her neck. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her cheeks puffed as she let out an exaggerated groan.

"How long does it take to bake cookies?" she whined, glancing toward the door leading to Pom-Pom's culinary haven. "It’s been, like… forever!"

You smirked, glancing at the clock on the wall. "It’s been ten minutes, March."

"Exactly! Forever!" she huffed dramatically, flopping back into her chair and letting her head hang over the edge. "Pom-Pom said they’d be done soon, but what if 'soon' is their way of torturing us? What if they never finish, and we just sit here, waiting for cookies that never—"

"March," you interrupted with a chuckle, "you’re being a bit over the top."

She sat upright immediately, narrowing her eyes playfully. "Me? Over the top? Never." Grinning, she grabbed her camera, leaning forward to snap a quick picture of your amused expression. The camera’s click was followed by her triumphant giggle. "Gotcha! That’s the face of someone who’s definitely humoring me."

You laughed softly, leaning your elbow on the table. "Someone has to."

March grinned wider, her energy as infectious as always. She flipped the camera around to show you the photo — slightly blurry but undeniably candid. "See? Perfectly captures your I'm-so-patient-with-this-goofball vibe."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered. "Maybe I should take the camera and catch you in one of your dramatic cookie-deprived poses. Then we’ll see who’s really the goofball."

Her gasp was overly theatrical, and she hugged the camera close to her chest. "Not a chance! This baby is my soul. My legacy! Besides…" She leaned closer, her expression softening, "you’re way better at being the model."

That threw you off guard for a moment, her sudden sincerity catching you in the middle of thinking up a witty comeback. March had a way of doing that—swinging from playful to heartfelt in the blink of an eye.

Before you could respond, she broke the tension, grinning mischievously again. "Oh! Idea!" She jumped up, her chair scraping lightly against the floor, and rushed to your side. "While we wait, let’s do a mini photoshoot! I need more pictures for my Wall of Memories anyway."

"March, I—" you started, but she was already dragging you to your feet.

"No excuses! This is prime waiting-for-cookies energy, and I must document it. C’mon, c’mon!"

You laughed, letting her pull you along to the open space near the window. The view of the stars outside served as a stunning backdrop, and March was already adjusting her camera settings with a look of pure determination.

"Okay, stand there! No, wait—here! Perfect! Now…" She looked up at you, her expression softening again. "Just be yourself, okay? No fake smiles. I want you in this photo."

You nodded, a little shy under her gaze but trusting her all the same. She raised the camera, and the soft click of the shutter filled the space.

"Perfect," she murmured, smiling warmly as she looked at the preview.

Before you could comment, the kitchen door swung open, and Pom-Pom’s cheerful voice called out, "The cookies are ready!"

March lit up like a firework, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the kitchen. "Finally! Let’s go before Pom-Pom eats them all!"

As you followed her, her laughter ringing in the air, you couldn’t help but think that moments like these—simple, silly, and full of warmth—were what made being with March so special.

[darielivalyen]

Everbloom: Free | Full game | Cozy Fantasy

Everbloom is a cozy fantasy game set on the idyllic Everbloom Isle, a place where the charm of a simpler life and the warmth of a close-knit community come together. In this tranquil world, you’re invited to slow down, cherish the small moments, and find joy in building connections and creating a space where everyone feels at home.

Your journey centers on the dream of opening a teahouse, an aspiration deeply influenced by your longing for independence and a meaningful life. This dream becomes a reality with the inheritance of your grandmother’s house on Everbloom Isle. Here, in a setting far removed from the bustle of city life and your family’s expectations, you begin the delicate process of building a new life for yourself.

Are you ready to leave behind the monotony and dullness of daily life and build the teahouse of your dreams on Everbloom Isle?

Play as male, female, or nonbinary.

Choose your appearance and personality.

Romance or befriend one of three distinctive characters: a brave knight seeking a new purpose, a mischievous oakling who finds joy in life’s lighter moments, or an enigmatic elf with a complex past, seeking solace and clarity on Everbloom Isle.

Create and customize your own teahouse.

Cultivate and enhance your grandmother’s garden.

Explore Everbloom Isle in search of unique tea saplings.

Interact with a host of quirky characters, from the whimsical Holy Cow and her not-at-all terrible fish choir to giant turtles, winged wolves, and mysterious fernlings.

Follow a lovely little quest from the Holy Cow that will challenge you to build friendships, honor your grandmother’s legacy, and expand your collection of unique teas.

Wordcount

Overall: 220.000. Playthrough: 60.000.

Sir Castian/Dame Castillia Honeycutt

Personality: brave, honorable, old-fashioned, bashful. Blurb: In a land where swords are replaced by teacups, Casti(), a knight accustomed to battles and quests, struggles to find his/her role. Everbloom Isle, with its whimsical ways, challenges him/her to redefine what it means to be a hero. Can you help him/her weave his/her knightly virtues into the fabric of your new home?

Narciso/Narissa Roseblade

Personality: mischievous, lighthearted, adventurous, non-committal. Blurb: Nar()’s presence on Everbloom Isle is like a breeze through the Elder Tree’s leaves–light, unpredictable, and full of life. His/her playful antics and seemingly carefree nature captivate those around him/her. Yet, there’s a depth in his/her eyes suggesting more than just whimsy. Will you be the one who figures out what really inspires his/her eternal dance through the grove?

Ideru/Ideri Nightingale

Personality: calculating, composed, solitary, adaptable. Blurb: Ider() arrives at Everbloom Isle cloaked in an aura of intrigue, his/her quiet nature standing in stark contrast to the isle’s vibrancy. Amidst the isle's welcoming community, his/her enigmatic presence stirs a sense of curiosity. Will you be the one who digs into his/her mysterious past and discovers what brings him/her to Everbloom?

DASHINGDON | ITCH.io | FORUM | TUMBLR

PS: If you're interested in why I decided to release Everbloom for free, you are welcome to visit the forum and look under the 'State of the Game' section. I explained everything there! 😊

[whoa-axel-chill]

Chat hear me out; Dead Poets Society Shitty Romcom AU

I'm a genius, okay so either they're all roommates or they're just a really close group of friends and either Todd's the new roommate or there's a coffee shop meet-cute of some kind that introduces him to the group. I haven't thought this all the way through yet, but here are the roles:

Neil: One main love interest. Aspiring actor (like all shitty romcoms, this takes place in NYC), and like a quirky caffeine addict yk? The one who either doesn't realize his feelings or denies them to everyone else constantly.

Todd: The other main love interest (ofc bc duh). Writes for a small newspaper, will eventually confess his love for Neil in an article publicly. Everyone but Neil can see how much he admires Neil and stuff.

Charlie: The "what the fuck are you doing he is clearly head over heels for you go make a move"-womanizerish-acts-silly-but-is-really-insightful-actually best friend. Jazz musician, basically broke because musicians are paid jackshit.

Knox: Oh god. I don't really like Knox, so forgive me. He's like...yk...the one who's girl-crazy but the second a girl leaves him (which happens quite often) he goes through this whole "aghhh women amirite??" phase. He's the one that's completely miserable to be around because he's either like that or writing really bad love songs over girls who could not be less interested.

Meeks and Pitts: The already established couple whose dates have just become trying to push Neil and Todd together. Meeks is an actual rocket scientist and makes enough money that (in the roommate situation) he usually covers Charlie's rent when Charlie can't. Pitts is some sort of bug scientist and specializes in caterpillars. They own a few strange pets, including a bearded dragon named Penny.

Cameron: He's the trope of like..the normal one. He thinks all of this is stupid and is just so, SO tired of everyone's bullshit antics. He probably has some vague 9-5 business job OR works at a coffee shop where the poets hang out just to annoy him.

Keating: He owns a bookstore where they all hang out. They have a version of the club where they meet each week after hours to read poetry and the usual. He gives good advice and makes them hot chocolate. :)

Nolan: uhhhh I didn't really think about this one guys...😬 Maybe the big bad rich business man who's threatening to close Keating's bookstore (he will not succeed).

Chris: The current girl Knox is trying to woo throughout the movie. In this universe, Knox is not a TOTAL creep, so it's okay when they eventually end up together. They get their own little subplot.

Ginny: Neil's friend, maybe cousin. She wouldn't live with them, but she'd practically live there, yk? She doesn't end up with anybody (she could end up with Charlie if you want, i just personally dont ship it) and is just there to watch everything go down.

It would be your typical 90s romcom except gay and stuff. This is so weird but it randomly came to me and I had to get it down. Might post about this l8r idk..

[deliciousangelfestival]

New Light | B. Barnes

Character: Neighbors!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Y/N meets a mysterious neighbor in a stuck elevator.

A/N: I live in an apartment and often encounter different people. I wish I could start a conversation like the reader 😭

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

Y/N had become a recognizable presence in her apartment building, exchanging greetings with familiar faces each time she entered the lift.

One tenant, however, remained an enigma—Bucky. Tall and always clad in a large black hoodie, he never uttered a word during their encounters.

One evening, after a long day at work, Y/N stepped into the lift, and to her surprise, Bucky entered just before the doors closed.

As the elevator ascended, an unusual silence settled between them. Y/N, feeling the need to break the ice, finally spoke up, "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"

Bucky, still maintaining his stoic demeanor, nodded in agreement. The hum of the elevator provided an awkward backdrop to their brief exchange.

As they continued in silence, the lift abruptly stopped, causing them both to shift their attention to the sudden halt.

"It's probably just a minor glitch," Y/N reassured, attempting to ease the tension. She reached for the Ring button, pressing it to summon help.

The building security's voice crackled through the speaker, providing assurance that maintenance were on their way.

With a shared glance, Y/N and Bucky exchanged a subtle acknowledgment of the situation. Y/N tried to strike up a conversation again, "So, Bucky, do you live on the same floor as me?"

Bucky, though initially hesitant, replied with a simple nod. The conversation was slow to develop, yet Y/N persisted, asking about his day and interests.

Bucky, gradually opening up, revealed snippets of his life. "I work from home most days, I'm a graphicdesigner," he admitted, his mysterious aura starting to unravel.

In turn, Y/N shared stories from her workplace, finding common ground in the challenges and triumphs of daily life.

In the middle of their conversation, Y/N noticed subtle movements within Bucky's hoodie. Curiosity getting the better of her, she finally asked, "Is everything okay in there?"

Bucky hesitated for a moment before revealing a small, furry face peeking out—the source of the movement. To Y/N's astonishment, Bucky introduced her to Alpine, his cat.

Y/N was awestruck when she caught sight of an incredibly adorable cat. Its fluffy fur and playful antics immediately captured her attention, eliciting a warm and delighted smile.

Approaching cautiously, Y/N couldn't resist commenting, "Alpine is such a sweetheart! Does he always greet everyone like this?"

Bucky, Alpine's owner, looked pleasantly surprised as he replied, "Actually, Alpine is usually quite reserved. He doesn't warm up to strangers easily."

Feeling a bit special, Y/N observed as Alpine continued to display an unexpectedly friendly demeanor, rubbing against her legs. Bucky chuckled, "This is a rare sight. Alpine doesn't usually take kindly to newcomers."

The atmosphere shifted as Bucky eagerly shared stories about Alpine's quirky habits and endearing antics.

Initially taken aback, Y/N found herself engaged in a lively conversation with Bucky about their shared experiences as pet owners. "Alpine loves to climb onto my shoulders when I'm working on my laptop," Bucky chuckled, his reserved demeanor giving way to warmth.

Sensing Bucky's willingness to share, Y/N asked about his hobbies. "Besides graphic design, what do you do for fun?"

Bucky cracked a faint smile, "I'm a bit of a movie buff, and I like taking Alpine for walks." Y/N's eyes lit up, "Really? I love movies too, and I've been meaning to explore the nearby parks."

As they exchanged stories and discovered shared interests, the once awkward elevator space transformed into a comfortable setting for connection. Bucky, now more animated, even shared amusing anecdotes about Alpine's adventures, eliciting laughter from Y/N.

Y/N thought Bucky was a scary person, but it turns out he's not. She sees him in a new light.

In the end, as the building security announced that they had successfully repaired the elevator.

Relieved, Y/N couldn't help but express gratitude for the unexpected camaraderie. Before parting ways, Bucky suggested, "You know, since we've become elevator buddies, how about we walk Alpine together to the park sometime?"

Genuinely pleased by the idea, Y/N smiled and replied, "I'd love that!" The invitation marked the beginning of a new chapter in their connection.

Author Note:

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A/N: I'm sorry I couldn't tag everyone because I wrote and edited this on my phone.