#yes i gave her a haircut

[jirlshi]

My Avatar's Character Sheet

Hello everyone! I've been having issues with my creativity and drawing, I barely drew these last weeks, and I was quite demotivated. Still, I bring today my avatar's character sheet, that I've been working since December.

Don't mind things like drawings and fanarts and similar, while is nothing romantic or ships with other characters or similar.

I'm working on getting back to drawing and posting more, in digital and for myself, has taken a good while but I'll keep trying to get back in groove.

Either way, I hope you all have a very good day!

NOTE: For those who don't know what means the "Unlabeled flag", it means:

"Term used by individuals who do not wish to label their identity with more specific terms, such as lesbian, bisexual, agender, and so on" in more or less words

For personal reasons I can't really identify with any other flag, right now is the best way I can define myself and I wanted to share this, cause I was quite surprised the term existed.

[artkaninchenbau]

I love The Girls

Especially Girl^2

[sharknark]

ye wangxi

[thesleepyfable]

The OC girls ~

Gabby: @danicloth

Marisa: Me

Steph: @ravenousscorpian

[graciousdragon]

based on a tweet Skyler made, i bring you all: maybe the funniest thing i've ever drawn in my life

this is deadass the first time i've ever drawn Counterfeit and i gotta say i lowkey ate this up

the tweet in question + original meme from the original artist below

[zomb-core]

۫ ꣑ৎ A TRIM || carl grimes x female reader

summary: carl refused to let anyone near his hair after losing his mom, but when he desperately needs a trim he goes to the person he trusts most, you.

(intended lowercase)

warnings: mentions of losing a parent.

pure fluff

“a trim, got it?”

carl twisted around in the chair he was sitting on to face you, you could tell he was nervous and you understood why. he hadn't cut his hair since he was 13, lori used to give him haircuts and he couldn't bring himself to let anyone else do it after she died, until now.

you currently stood behind him, a pair of shears held in your dominant hand while your other held a comb and spray bottle. “yes, a trim, I got it. now, are you gonna sit still and let me start?” you teased, a brief laugh passing your lips.

he nodded, removing the bandage from around his face and setting it on the counter next to his hat. “yeah, just please be careful—”

“carl.” you interrupted, making eye contact with him through the mirror, taking in his worried expression. “I know how important your hair is to you and I will be very careful, I just need you to trust me.”

he caught his lip between his teeth before giving you a curt nod and straightening his posture. “okay.”

you gave him a reassuring smile followed by a gentle kiss to the top of his head before starting. you grabbed a section of his hair, spraying it with the water until it was drenched, repeating this until his hair was thoroughly soaked. you didn't have a lot of experience with cutting hair and you were beyond nervous, but when he came to you and asked you if you would give him a trim you didn't have the heart to tell him no.

you took a deep breath before grabbing a decent portion of hair, bringing the comb to it and running it through it, stopping about an inch from the bottom, holding it up so carl could see it, “how's that?”

“that's fine.” he concluded after a few moments of staring at it, closing his eyes tightly when you brought the scissors up to his hair.

you hesitated. you knew how important this was to him, when he told you stories about his mom your heart would ache for him, and his hair was one of the only things left he could relate to her besides judith and messing this up would break his heart.

the sound of the scissors snipping the hair caused you both to flinch, you watching the hair fall to the tiled floor.

you exchanged a glance with him to make sure he was still comfortable, and you continued, copying your previous cut over and over again until you had chopped roughly the same length of hair off of every section.

the bathroom was completely silent minus the sound of the scissors and you shuffling around, neither of you could bring yourselves to speak, both too focused on your movements to say anything.

eventually, you finished the larger part of his hair and all that was left was his bangs. you walked around so you could be face to face with him, examining the way his bangs framed his face. “okay..” you mumbled, grabbing the larger portion of his bangs between your index and middle finger using them as a guide and you worked on his fringe while trying to avoid getting any hair in the open wound on his face. once you were satisfied with how that side looked, you moved onto the other side, making a few quick snips before setting the scissors down and stepping back to admire your work.

“what do you think? did I do okay?”

he stood up, leaning closer to the mirror to examine his hair as you watched him anxiously, awaiting his reaction. you rocked back and forth on your heel, your hands interlaced behind your back, “carl?” you tried, becoming extremely paranoid that you had messed up, but your worry was quickly brought to an end when he wrapped his arms around you.

“it looks great, thank you.”

your worried expression was replaced by a geeky smile, and you returned his hug, giving him a tight squeeze. “oh thank god, I was so worried.” you laughed, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose,

“thank you, by the way.” he looked confused at your statement, tilting his head to the side slightly, “for what?”

“for trusting me, I know that this was hard for you and i’m glad you trusted me of all people.”

he ducked his head down and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, smiling against the exposed skin, “i’m glad I did, too.”

masterlist

[xoxo-lixie]

Passenger Princess ᝰ.ᐟ

Paring- Hyunjin x Reader

Summary-Y/N embraces her role as Hyunjin’s passenger princess during a Saturday drive

It was a bright, sunny Saturday morning, and Y/N was in her usual spot in Hyunjin’s car: the passenger seat. The sleek black car glided down the street as Hyunjin navigated the light weekend traffic with ease. The windows were cracked open, letting in a cool breeze that played with the ends of her hair. She was stretched out comfortably, one leg tucked under her, a pink cup in the cupholder, and her phone in her hand, scrolling through her playlist.

Hyunjin, with his freshly buzzed haircut, looked effortlessly good as he drove. The short cut accentuated his sharp jawline and cheekbones, making him look even more striking than usual. His hand rested casually on the steering wheel, while the other occasionally tapped along to the beat of the music she’d put on.

“You’re really living the life, huh?” he said, glancing over at her with a teasing smile.

She glanced up from her phone and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“You. Just sitting there, sipping your overpriced drink, doing nothing,” he said, smirking as he turned his attention back to the road. “Passenger princess at its finest.”

“Excuse me,” she said, feigning offense as she dramatically placed a hand on her chest. “I am not doing nothing. I’m curating the perfect driving playlist for you. That’s a very important job.”

Hyunjin chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, is that what you’re calling it?”

“Yes,” she said confidently, leaning back in her seat and taking a sip of her drink. “And you should be grateful. Not everyone gets a passenger princess as great as me.”

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me anyway,” she shot back with a smug smile, crossing her legs and settling deeper into her seat.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, but the fondness in his expression was unmistakable. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but his smile didn’t fade.

As they drove, Y/N fell into her usual routine of pointing out random things.

“Oh, look at that dog!” she exclaimed suddenly, leaning forward to point out a golden retriever sticking its head out of a passing car window.

Hyunjin glanced over and chuckled. “It’s cute. Want to trade places with it? Let the dog sit in the passenger seat instead?”

“Wow,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “After everything I do for you?”

“Everything? Like what?” he asked, side-eyeing her with a grin.

“Like keeping you entertained, feeding you snacks, and providing you with good music,” she replied, ticking off each point on her fingers.

“Oh, right. How could I forget?” he said sarcastically, shaking his head. “You’re truly indispensable.”

“Exactly,” she said proudly, popping a gummy into her mouth.

They drove in comfortable silence for a while, the playlist shifting to a softer, slower song. Y/N tilted her head to watch Hyunjin as he drove, admiring how the sunlight highlighted the smooth curve of his buzzed head and the sharp lines of his profile. His free hand rested on his thigh, and she had the sudden urge to grab it.

“You’re staring,” he said suddenly, his voice amused but his eyes still on the road.

“Maybe,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Can you blame me? You’re hot.”

Hyunjin let out a soft laugh, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. “Stop. You’re going to distract me.”

“Good,” she teased. “You deserve to be a little flustered.”

He glanced over at her briefly, his lips curving into a smirk. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” she said with a shrug, reaching over to grab his hand and lace her fingers with his.

Hyunjin gave her hand a squeeze, his smile softening. The car came to a stop at a red light, and before Y/N could say anything else, he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. It was warm and soft, his lips lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

When he pulled back, Y/N blinked at him, her heart fluttering in her chest. “What was that for?” she asked, her voice softer now.

“Just felt like it,” he said, his smile widening as he turned back to the road. The light turned green, and the car started moving again.

Y/N leaned back in her seat, a goofy grin spreading across her face. “You’re such a sap sometimes,” she muttered, though her tone was laced with affection.

Hyunjin chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road. “And you love me anyway,” he echoed her earlier words, his voice playful.

“Yeah, I do,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she squeezed his hand.

The rest of the drive passed in comfortable silence, the kind that only existed between two people completely at ease with each other. Y/N sat back, fully embracing her role as his passenger princess, and Hyunjin drove with a content smile on his face, his hand still holding hers.

[madebycloud]

pt 4 | Not Even at All

jinx/powder x female reader — 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬⠀𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: vi is off limits until her sister gets a date that doesn't end within the first ten minutes. eager to date vi, a certain girl approaches you with a proposal. date jinx. win her over. and for your efforts, she's willing to be generous. (10 Things I Hate About You AU) warnings/themes: fluff (eh maybe?) and angst, kinda enemies to what, one sided fake dating, highschool, modern au, prom, kat!jinx, patrick!reader words: 4.7k notes: we're so close… — ✩ part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

“HOLD ME NOW”

Jinx leans over the bathroom sink, applying a moisturizer to her face. She pauses at the sound of someone at the door.

Vi taps on the open bathroom door and smiles at her sister. “Nice haircut,” Vi remarks.

Jinx glances at her from the mirror's reflection, giving her a side-eye.

“What, not gonna say hi?”

Jinx sighs, setting the bottle down on the sink. 

Vi lingers in the doorway, looking at Jinx, who's doing her skincare routine. She waits until Jinx shuts the bottle before speaking. “You goin' to the prom?”

“Why do you care?”

“I'm just asking a question. So, are you going or-”

Before Vi can even finish her sentence, Jinx reaches out a hand and slams the bathroom door shut inches from her face, nearly closing it on her nose.

—

Jinx lays flat on her bed, her headphones over her ears and music playing.

Vi knocks on the door and opens it, peeking inside. “Hey, you-”

“No, Vi,” Jinx cuts her off before she can get a word out. She takes off the headphones and sits up. “I'm not going to prom.”

Vi steps into the room fully, shutting the door behind her. “Why not?” she asks, walking over to her bed.

Jinx leans back against the pillows. “It's stupid.” 

Vi sits down on the edge of the bed. “Is that all you've got?” she teases, shoving Jinx's knee.

Jinx slaps her arm away. “I don't want to go, okay? It's lame.”

“It's not lame,” Vi retorts, raising an eyebrow. “It's senior prom. You can't just skip it.”

“Watch me.”

“Why are you being so difficult?”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with me going to some dumb dance?”

“Prom is not that bad,” Vi counters. “Besides, it's your senior year. You're supposed to go.”

Jinx scoffs. “Supposed to? Who says I'm supposed to go? I have a right to choose what I want to do.”

“Yeah, but-” Vi stops herself, thinking carefully about her phrasing. “Have you really not found anyone to go with? no one has asked you?”

Jinx pauses, pulling a pillow from behind her back and bringing it to her chest. She hugs it tightly. “I mean, yeah, well… someone did,” she mumbles, staring at one of her many punk band posters.

Vi chuckles, flashing a grin at Jinx.

Jinx glares at her, narrowing her eyes. “Shut up,” she huffs, throwing the pillow at her face.

Vi catches the pillow with one hand and holds her other hand up. “Hey, hey, I didn't say anything!” 

“Yeah, you were thinking about it.”

“Maybe,” Vi replies with a shrug. “Maybe not.” She grins innocently as Jinx continues to scowl at her. “Why did you turn her down anyway?” Vi asks, tossing the pillow back at her.

Jinx catches the pillow before it hits her face, clutching it to her chest. “I told you already, prom is stupid,” she says, pulling the blankets up tighter around herself.

“Yeah, yeah, I know that.” Vi plops down on the bed next to Jinx, who gives her a glare.

Jinx grumbles. “Then why are we having this discussion?” 

“Because you keep avoiding the question,” Vi replies, nudging Jinx's shoulder.

“I'm not avoiding the question,” Jinx retorts, sinking deeper into the blankets. “I already gave you an answer.”

“That's not a real answer,” Vi says, poking Jinx’s shoulder again.

“Yes, it is.” 

“Saying prom is dumb isn't a real answer.”

Jinx buries herself deeper into the blankets.

Vi sighs and scoots closer to her. “C'mon, Pow, you can tell me,” she says, reaching out to touch Jinx’s shoulder.

Jinx glares at her from beneath the blankets. 

But Vi doesn't relent. She reaches out and yanks the blankets back, revealing Jinx's face. “You've always loved dressing up, even when you were little.”

Jinx bites her lip, looking away.

“And you've always loved dancing and music,” Vi continues. “So why turn down the perfect opportunity?”

“I just…” Jinx murmurs. “No one... nobody asked me to prom for the last few years. And then, suddenly, someone asked me in my last year… it's weird.” She looks up at Vi. “I don't know, maybe she's up to something?”

“Powder…”

“Don't call me that,” Jinx snaps.

“Why not? That's your name.”

“Was my name,”

“Still is your name,” Vi insists.

Jinx grunts but doesn't protest further.

“Powder,” she repeats.“Do you like her?”

Jinx fidgets with the edges of the blanket, her fingers twisting and tugging at the fabric. “I don't know,” she mumbles. “Maybe?”

Vi grins, sensing weakness. “You're blushing.”

“No, I'm not,” Jinx protests, but her flushed cheeks say otherwise.

“You're blushing because you like her,” Vi singsongs.

“Shut up, no, I'm not,” Jinx snaps, punching Vi in the arm. “I'm just… frustrated!”

Vi laughs, rubbing the spot where Jinx hit her. “You're frustrated that you like her.”

“Ugh, you're a dick,” Jinx groans, burying her head in a pillow.

“Look, Pow—Jinx, I just want you to be happy.”

Jinx lifts her head up just enough to look at her sister. “I am happy.”

“You know what I mean. You deserve to have fun. Go to prom, enjoy yourself-”

“Stop it,” Jinx interjects. “You sound like Dad.”

Vi laughs. “Maybe I just want you to take advantage of your last year of high school. Have a good time, make some memories. I mean, you're going to be an adult soon. Time's moving fast.”

“Ugh, now you sound like an old person.”

“I'm not that old.”

“You're going to be twenty-five,” Jinx sits up, wrinkling her nose.

“Exactly. Not old.”

“Debatable.”

They both laugh, and Jinx rolls her eyes.

“So anyway,” Vi starts, grinning. “You gonna reconsider going to prom? Just give it some thought.”

“Fine,” Jinx groans, flopping backward onto the bed. “Fine, I'll go. Can I sleep now?”

—

The second you see Jinx's name flash across the screen, you snatch your phone off the table and answer it on the first ring.

“Hey,” you say, breathless.

There's an awkwardly long silence on her end.

You frown, wondering if she's accidentally butt-dialed you or something. Are you going to have to listen to her fart noises until she notices?

Just as you're about to call out her name, she suddenly greets you back. “Um, hey,” she mumbles. “Sorry. I was... surprised you picked up so fast.”

Okay, she’s not going to start farting then. “Well, I wasn't sure you'd call me after... you know.”

“Yeah, about that. I wanted to say sorry.”

“You don't have to apologize,” you reassure. “I was being pushy and an ass. I shouldn't have pushed you so much.”

“Maybe,” she concedes. “But I didn't need to be so, uh, hostile.”

Silence again.

“Anyway, that's not why I called,” she continues, changing the topic.

You adjust the phone against your ear. “Okay then,” you reply with a nervous chuckle. “Why did you call?”

“I was thinking, if…” she trails off, mumbling the rest of her sentence.

“What?” you ask loudly. “I can't hear you.”

“Iwasjustwonderingiftheoffertopromisstillup,” she says, words rushing and tumbling over each other.

Hang on.

Huh?

After what happened, you weren’t sure she'd still want to go with you.

“Yeah-” you reply. “I mean, why wouldn't it be up?”

“I don't know. I just thought maybe you'd have asked someone else to go with you.” 

“No, I hadn't asked anyone else,” you assure her. “I didn't want to go with anyone else… just you.”

She's quiet for maybe one, maybe two or three seconds before replying.

“Oh.”

Oh?

Just ‘oh’.

What were you supposed to do with ‘oh’ as a response?

“So then... you want to go to prom with me? or... was that a hypothetical question?” you ask.

“No, I-” she pauses, groaning. “Yeah, I mean, yes. I do want to go to prom with you.”

You bite your tongue to keep yourself from smiling. “Cool... cool, cool, cool.”

“Yeah, cool.”

Another long, awkward silence.

Do you say goodbye? Do you ask her a question? 

“Well,” you mumble, “I guess I'll see you on the-“

“No!” she suddenly blurts out.

“No?” you repeat, raising your eyebrows. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Wait, no. I didn't mean ‘no’ as in like, ‘no don’t see me at prom,’” she explains, tripping over her words. “Like I still want you to see me.”

“Yeah… I kind of got that.” 

“I meant, like, don't hang up the phone.”

“Why?”

“Just… don't,” she says. “Can you just… stay on the line for a while longer?”

Stay on the line.

Why does she want you to—oh. Ooooh…

“Oh.”

Now you are the one who can only say ‘oh’.

“Yeah, I can stay on the line for a while.”

“Really?” she pipes up.

“Yeah, really,” you repeat, flopping onto your back and propping your head up on your pillow. “So…?”

“Soooo… what's your favorite color..?”

—

A band that does not ‘suck’ by definition and more ‘bearable’ manages to please the audience with a surprisingly decent performance. You can hear them all the way out near the entrance to the prom.

You check yourself a third time for any wrinkles on your outfit and fix your hair to make sure it’s good to go.

With nothing else to do, you grab a fake rose from a nearby vase and spin it in your fingers.

You take a look around, waiting and-

She's here.

Jinx walks up the stairs, wearing a black dress that looks like it's made of satin. She's also wearing heels, giving her a couple extra inches of height. And is it just you, or does that dress also have a slit going all the way up her thigh?

Holy, shitting balls. You're already feeling lightheaded.

She walks past you without noticing you, and you step right behind her, clearing your throat. “Wow,” you say loudly when she's close enough.

Jinx turns around at the sound of your voice, meeting your eyes. She glances you up and down. “You too.”

You try not to have your eyes lingering over the exposed skin of her legs. “You look really good. I like the dress.”

“Yeah?” She looks down at the dress clinging to her curves. “I wasn't sure. Vi was telling me I might be showing too much skin, but I don't know.”

You clear your head and force your eyes up to her face. “Well, I for one, think it looks amazing.”

Jinx raises an eyebrow. “Oh, do you?”

“Yeah, I mean it.” You stick out the fake flower you've been holding this whole time. “You're beautiful.”

Jinx looks at the rose.

She looks at you.

She looks at your rose again.

Then she takes it and twirls it in her fingers. “Mmm, how romantic,” she says, hiding her face with the flower.

Oh god, hearing that in her voice does things to you.

“You ready?” she asks.

You take another look at her face and that dress, and you know for a fact you aren't ready... at all. “I'm ready.” You hold out your arm.

Jinx links her arm with yours, squeezing your arm before both of you begin walking together. “Where'd you get that at the last minute?” she asks, glancing over your outfit.

“Just something I had, you know, lying around.” You shrug. You return the favor, looking at her dress as well. “Where'd you get that at the last minute?”

“Just something I had, you know, lying around,” she repeats, copying your tone.

The two of you share a laugh, and Jinx lets go of the grip on your arm. You approach the booth where other students are taking pictures together.

“Listen,” she starts, hesitating for a few seconds. “I really am... sorry that I questioned your motives. I was wrong.”

You wince internally. It hurts you that she's apologizing for something you can't be honest about. She didn't do anything wrong, and here she is, apologizing.

You force a smile, hiding the guilt that's eating you up. “You're forgiven.”

You want to tell her the truth. You feel the words threatening to spill from your lips. To spill the beans and tell her this was all bullshit. But now's not the time. If you confessed now, you would only ruin the evening for both of you.

Well, there's no point in dwelling on it. The problem's already sorted out anyway.

The smile you force is enough to fool her. For now. Jinx just nods, pleased. “Okay,” she says, releasing a breath. “Ready for the prom?”

“Yes ma'am,” you respond, holding out your arm again.

—

The band wraps up their song, and everyone claps their hands loudly.

You turn to Jinx, joining her with applause. She raises an eyebrow, and you raise one back at her. 

A new song starts, and Jinx immediately recognizes the opening notes, her hand flies over her mouth. “Ohmygod it's-” Letters to Cleo.

“I called in a favor!” you reply, giving her a wink.

“For real?!”

You nod. “Just for you.”

The lead singer of the band makes her way to the center of the stage and glances around, her eyes finding Jinx. The two lock eyes, and the lead singer smiles.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” she gushes.

The lead singer approaches Jinx, a microphone in hand, and begins singing to her. Everyone around moves to get out of the way. “Oh, I can't take another heartache. Though you say you're my friend, I'm at my wits end.”

Jinx doesn't blink, barely moves, and her mouth opens in shock.

The lead singer continues singing. “You say your is bonified, but that don't coinside.” The singer winks at the both of you and returns to the stage.

Jinx slowly turns to you, mouth open to say something. But you cut off her words with a kiss.

You pull away, and she whispers, “Thank you.”

You take her hands in yours, her head finding a spot against your shoulder. She holds you close, arms encircling your shoulders, her nose nuzzling your neck.

The two of you begin dancing as the lead singer continues with the song.

You reach up, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear before moving to rest your hand on her waist.

Jinx hums. She lifts her head, her eyes meeting yours. But she looks away quickly, burying her face back into your neck again. She says something, but her words are swallowed by the music.

You lean in closer to her to hear her words again. But she just shakes her head, burying her face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“What's that?” you tease, “Couldn't quite catch what you said.”

She lifts her head again, pulling away just enough to look at you. Her cheeks are dusted pink, and she looks at you with nervous eyes. “I… I said… I…” She's having a hard time getting the words out, like she's not used to saying it. Or even thinking it. “I said, you shouldn't hold me so tight.”

You chuckle, loosening the tight grip you had round her middle. “Sorry.”

She shakes her head quickly. “No, no, no, I-” she stammers. “I didn't mean it like that... I-I… because-” She stops, not meeting your gaze. Her eyes dart around, avoiding eye contact.

Until-

“Because I-” She swallows, taking a deep breath. “Because I can't breathe.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Jinx continues before you can say anything. “When I'm close to you... like this,” she starts, her hand moving to her chest. Her fingertips press on her collarbone, her palm over her heart.

Your eyes flicker down before meeting hers.

“My heart…” She swallows again, glancing down at her hand. “My heart's beating so fast,” she admits. She pulls her hand away and looks up at you. “I can't breathe.”

The dance continues on, the music still playing.

Her hand reaches up, fingers finding the nape of your neck. “It's because of... you,” she says. “It's because of you.”

You felt it too.

You feel your own heart racing in your chest. Your ears are ringing, all the background noise feels distant. Your face feels hot. You feel like the world is spinning. Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden, like they've never started sweating before.

You feel it—your heart, swelling, growing bigger and bigger against your ribcage. The beat pounding hard until it's all you can hear.

Holy shit, she is genuinely trying to give you a heart attack.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” she mumbles, her words breaking through your thoughts. “Forget I said anything. I didn-"

“I can't breathe,” you interrupt, speaking without thinking. “...I can't breathe either.”

Jinx's fingers stop caressing the back of your neck, and she stills in your arms. Her eyes widen as she stares at you. But then a smile slowly curves her lips. She rests her chin back on your shoulder, her hand moving down from your neck to wrap around your shoulders.

“I didn't think it was possible,” she says. “I never thought I'd feel this way,” she continues, her arm tightening around your shoulders. “About anyone. About anything.”

You turn your head to the side, your nose brushing on the shell of her ear. “What changed?"

“You did.”

You say nothing, your brain still trying to understand what she's saying and what the hell you're feeling. It's too much to process.

But that's okay. Because Jinx continues.

“This... this feeling. It's… It's new. Different. It's like...” She trails off, her hand resting on the space between your shoulder blades as she rubs soothing circles into your back. “No one's ever been this close to me. It's like I've been running away my whole life, and you just... somehow you managed to stand still long enough for me to finally run to you.”

Your heart stutters again, the pace picking up once more. If it hadn't been for her arm around you, you would've fallen over from how weak and trembling your knees felt.

She lifts her head from your shoulder, and you follow her lead.

Slowly, cautiously, she reaches up to rest her palm on the side of your neck, pressing her thumb just under your chin. Her thumb sweeps over your jawline as she holds your gaze.

“You're the only one who's ever made me want to stay.”

Something in your chest clenches so hard, and it feels hard to breathe all over again and again. She says it with such certainty that there's no way you could dismiss it as anything less than the truth.

Her other hand, which was around your shoulder, drops to your chest.  She can probably feel how hard your heart is beating—how out of control it is.

She looks down at her hand, watching it rise and fall with every thump of your heart. Her fingers flex around the fabric, and you catch the twitch of a smile on her lips. “Looks like we're both doomed,” she says. “Doomed to not be able to breathe while we're together.”

“I don't mind it.”

“Yeah… me neither.”

“You just might kill me,” you tease. “What did you say about not holding you tight again?”

“Shut up.”

—

The two of you continue to dance, twirling and spinning and laughing.

It might not look like it, but you practiced your ass off to get all these moves down correctly. You know you looked like a complete idiot the last time she saw you dance, so you took the time and effort to learn some moves. You wanted to give Jinx the night of her life.

You pull her away, only to spin her around and pull her close again. She giggles as she spins, her hand still in yours.

Jinx stumbles when she comes back around to face you. Her other hand catches itself on your shoulder to steady her. You hold her close, one of your arms wrapped around her waist, the other still holding her hand.

“My grandmother's.”

Jinx looks at you strangely. “Huh?”

“That's where I was last year. My grandma was lonely, so I moved in with her. I wasn't in jail, know Marilyn Manson, or slept with a Spice Girl. I spent the last year watching Wheel of Fortune with my grandma,” you say, not letting go of Jinx in your grasp as you dip her down. “End of story.”

“Awww,” she coos as you raise her back up. “That's adorable!”

“I know, I'm a saint,” you tease. “I'm such a great grandchild.” You grin, and the two of you continue dancing.

The room spins as you spin her around. Dizziness creeps up on you when you both come to a stop, but the sound of Jinx's giggle makes it go away.

“Well, I had a different name,” she tells you.

“Oh yeah?” you reply, not letting go of her.

“Yeah, I used to go by the name Powder.”

“Powder,” you repeat.

Jinx nods as the two of you continue dancing. “Yeah, Powder... It was stupid,” she adds with a chuckle. “I went by that at my old school.”

You try to push the name out of your thoughts for now, not wanting to ruin the night. Jinx spins around again, and you hold her close, dipping her again. She squeals as she goes upside down, then laughs when she's raised again.

You hear the sound of your phone's ringtone, but you don't budge. Nah, you just ignore it.

Rinnngg

The call goes to voicemail.

Rinnnggg

Again. Whoever's calling is definitely being persistent.

Rinnnnnggg

…and again. And this time, you actually stop dancing and check the call.

Caitlyn.

You pull away from her, reluctantly letting go of her hands. She lets you go, but with a scowl directed at your phone.

“Ugh... I gotta take this. Sorry,” you grumble.

“It's fine,” she replies. “Be quick.”

You begin searching for a place where the signal is better, somewhere where the call won’t have to be repeated or sound like a shitty recording.

—

You step into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Weirdly enough, the bathroom is empty. Considering how many people are at the prom, you thought there'd be couples making out or at least a few girls fixing their makeup, but nope. Nothing.

At least it's quiet now, and the signal is good too.

You answer the call, holding the phone to your ear. “You know you've just interrupted-”

“THANKTHANKTHANKTHANKYOU!!” she cuts you off, squealing on the other line. What the hell?

You hold your phone away from your ear, just in case her next words are ear-piercingly loud. “Uh... You're welcome?”

“VI. AND—AND I! ARE. OFFICIALLY. TOGETHER!!”

She's going to give you tinnitus from how loud she is. “...congrats?”

“ALL THANKS TO YOU.”

Oh. Right. That.

“I asked her out again and—and—and she said yes! YES!!” she shrieks.

Caitlyn's overjoyed. But to be honest?

You aren't.

You could be out there, dancing and having a good time with Jinx. Instead, you're stuck in the quiet bathroom being deafened by your friend's squeals.

—

After a while. Jinx looks around, watching the other students continue their dancing. 

Lux is having the time of her life with her dance partner, while Ekko's talking with someone standing beside the table. A few of the guys are eyeing her, but with a quick glance in their direction, they immediately look away.

You still aren't around.

She groans, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She looks around again before making her choice. Bathroom break.

—

Caitlyn continues gushing on the other end of the line, gushing about how perfect Vi is and how wonderful she is. It's not exactly news to you, you've heard this all before.

You sigh, rubbing your face. “Listen, Cait-”

She continues on and on, not hearing you at first.

“LISTEN.”

She finally stops talking, going quiet.

You take the chance to speak. “Can we just forget the deal? can we just forget that you paid me to date Jinx? I mean, you got your happy ending. You asked Vi out again, and she said yes. Case closed, right?”

“What?”

You turn around to face-

“Jinx.”

You freeze. You suddenly feel so cold.

Jinx. Standing right in front of you. There's an odd look in her eyes, like she doesn't recognize you. Like she's completely lost herself.

“You…” Her hands tremble as they slowly clench by her sides. “Nothing in it for you, huh?” She didn't wait for a response, turning on her heel and storming out the bathroom door.

You watch her leave, still in shock.

No, no, no, no, no.

NO.

She heard you. She heard everything.

You hang up the call with Caitlyn. You quickly scramble to your feet, tearing open the bathroom door. “Jinx!”

Despite how short she is, Jinx can move fast. And you've got a ton of ground to cover.

“Jinx—wait!”

She heads for the stairs, and you give chase. She's running fast, but eventually you catch up with her at the top, grabbing her arm and pulling her to a stop.

Your heart sinks as she continues to look at you like you're some stranger, someone she doesn't know. You feel like you're going to be sick.

You hold her arm tighter. “No, it's—please, just wai-”

Jinx yanks her arm out of your hands, pushing you away. “How much did she pay you? Fifty? One hundred!?”  

You stumble backwards. “Jinx, just let me-” you protest. You try to explain, but each word seems to come out wrong. Or they never come out at all.

She storms off again, but this time you're just quick enough to catch up with her. You grab her shoulder, forcing her to look at you. “Wait, wait—it wasn't like tha-”

She scowls, ripping her shoulder away from your grasp. ”Oh, really?” she snaps. “What the hell was it like? a down payment now, and a bonus if I slept with you?”

The look of hurt on her face nearly stops your heart. You never intended that. That was never what you wanted for her. “NO!” you yell. “I didn't care about the money, okay? I cared-” You cut yourself off, pausing to catch your breath. “I cared about you.”

Your hands twitch, wanting to reach out and grab her, to hold her and tell her that you're sorry, you're so sorry, you never wanted to ever hurt her. You cared about her. You cared about her so much.

But you're just so scared to touch her, to look at her. She's hurting. She's so angry at you.

And yet, you do it anyway and reach for her again. “Jinx, please-”

“Don't touch me.”

It hurts.

God, it hurts.

You slowly lower your hand back down to your side, but you still can’t take your eyes off her.

Every word she says. Every second that goes by. Every minute. It feels like your heart is going to stop and die in your chest.

Keep talking. Talk some sense into her. But the look on her face tells you that she's already made up her mind. It's done.

Tears glisten in her eyes, but she holds them back, clenching her jaw. “You are not who I thought you were.”

Your mind races, desperate and searching for a way to fix this mess. You reach out, grabbing her by the elbow and pulling her into a hug.

This always worked in the movies. A single, simple action. A single, simple embrace. A single, simple hug.

Except this is reality.

Reality sucks.

But you can hope, can't you?

A tear slides down her cheek and lands on your shoulder. She shoves you away aggressively, and even though you want to pull her against you again, you don't.

With that, she turns and runs outside. She doesn't look back or stop.

She's gone. You're left alone.

She's gone.

Those words ring in your head, over and over again. She's gone.

You can't move.

You can't think.

Your eyes sting, and tears blur your vision. 

This whole time, this entire… everything you had done, everything.

Maybe if you'd said something sooner, maybe if you hadn't taken the money in the first place, maybe if you'd just been better about saying no.

None of that matters now. You've lost her.

All thanks to you. 

notes: caitlyn when i catch you

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[glamourscat]

FLOWERS? ISAGI YOICHI X READER

the bastard münchen vs pxg match HAS FINALLY ENDED. A lil (late Valentine’s) childhood bestie! x Isagi fic because I love him so much

Pathetic.

That’s how Isagi felt; truly and utterly pathetically in love.

It was foolish of him, really, falling for his childhood best friend. The one person who knew him better than anyone else, the one constant in his life. And yet, he had fallen anyway.

He had known you since before you could even string proper sentences together, back when the biggest problem in your tiny world was who got to play with the fluffy teddy bear. He had been there for every phase of your life, just as you had been for his.

The bad haircuts, the breakouts, the braces. The cringe stylistic choices that made you both groan whenever old pictures resurfaced. The triumphs and failures, the reckless dreams and harsh realities. Every best and worst moment you had been by each other’s side.

And because of that, maybe he should have realized sooner.

Your parents, his parents, had always teased. “You two will end up together eventually.” A statement so casual, so inevitable in their wise eyes. Maybe that was why he held back for so long. Maybe it was out of sheer defiance, or maybe it was the terrifying truth that you already saw him. Every flaw, every insecurity, every crack in his carefully built walls.

And yet, you still chose to stay.

To love someone who truly sees you, all of you, and still stays by your side? That scared the shit out of him.

But Blue Lock is over now. He felt like he had aged thirty years in that soccer prison, but it had been worth it. Because now, he was here. Walking freely through the streets with the weight of his dream in his hands. He was part of Japan’s World Cup team.

And you, his best friend, his everything, would be by his side, not just as his anchor but also as the team’s manager.

Isagi exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the selection of flowers before him.

He had faced some of the greatest strikers in the world. Outwitted geniuses on the field. Fought, struggled, won.

And yet, confessing to you on Valentine’s Day? Felt like the biggest challenge he had to yet face.

“Roses are too much, right?” he mumbled under his breath, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he stared at the bouquets like they were an opposing team’s defensive lineup. Puzzle pieces hardly connecting in his brain. “I mean… yeah, they literally scream romance, but isn’t that kind of obvious? Too predictable? Shit.”

The old lady behind the counter glanced at him, unimpressed. She had seen countless lovesick fools in this exact position before, hell, today alone and Isagi fell right into that category.

Tulips? Too plain. Sunflowers? You might think he was calling you bright and cheerful, which—yeah, fair, but what if you took it as a joke? Lilies? What do lilies even mean?!

“You need help?” the florist finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” he admitted immediately. “I mean—yes? No. I’m just trying to figure out what flowers match a card that I, uh, may or may not have rewritten six times… as a valentines gift. Which turned out fine! I think. Maybe. Hopefully.”

The florist hummed, giving him a long, knowing look before glancing at the selection in front of her. “Alright, what kind of message are we going for here? Romantic? Sweet? ‘I’ve been in love with you since childhood and only just realized it because I’m a dumbass’?”

Isagi choked. “Why would you say it like that?!”

She gave him the flattest stare of his life. “Because that’s exactly what’s happening.”

He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah, fair point.”

The florist smirked before plucking a bouquet from the display. “Here. Go with these. A mix of daisies, lavender and forget-me-nots. It says you care, but you’re not coming on too strong. Subtle romance, but meaningful. Perfect for an idiot in denial.”

He took the bouquet, staring at it like it held the secrets of the universe. “Huh. Yeah. This… this actually works. How did you—”

“Experience, kid. Now go before you start overthinking again.”

Isagi nodded, clutching the flowers like they were the winning ball in a match. Alright. Flowers? Check. Card? Done—well, kind of. Cake? As good as it was gonna get.

Now, he just had to actually go back home and give them to you.

…Oh, shit.

This was really happening.

This might actually kill him.

He is pretty sure his heart is beating faster than the last goal he scored while playing for bastard münchen. He feels like throwing up. Was this normal? Probably not. But despite everything he wants you to know. He needs you to know that at the end of the day, pathetic or not, Isagi Yoichi is in love with you. And it was damn time he did something about it.

But for his luck, as he walked out of the flower shop, he almost crashed into someone.

“I am so—“ before he could even get the words out his soul almost came out of his body.

YOU. Out of everyone, you. In front of him. With a bouquet of flowers too. Wait, FLOWERS? Who— you…. Did— who gave you those?

“Yoichi” you say, words coming out slightly higher pitched than intended, trying to act normal, but you’re pretty sure the panicked expression you were trying to fight off with a smile came off more as you were constipated, more than anything else.

“Y/n” he says, seemingly unaware of your mental state, thankfully? Or maybe you should be worried that he was so oblivious to it.

“ Are you g—“

“Who— gave you those?” He said so quickly, not even allowing you to finish your sentence.

Your eyes fall to the flowers in your arms, if your cheeks weren’t red before, you’re pretty sure they are now.

“Who gave you those?” you say, nodding to the flowers he had in his arms. Trying to change the subject.

“I asked first.”

“I asked second”

A moment of silence before you two burst out laughing from the strange moment.

“Alright— alright. On the count of three? Together?” You says amused

One. Two. Three.

“I got them from you” you two say in unison.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

That’s what his brain was screaming. He probably looked like an absolute moron, standing there with a confused expression and jaw open as he looked at you. Huh? Him? YOU GOT FLOWERS FOR HIM— AKCKEPWLCNGIVVIFNRNWPW.

“You— eh?”

That was it. That was all his brain could come up with. World-class striker, future ace of Japan, but the second you said you got flowers for him? Immediate system failure.

You smiled, shy but warm, the edges of your expression softening in that way that was playful yet so beautiful. It made his heart feel like it was about to spontaneously combust. “Yeah, you—is that so weird?”

Yes. No. Maybe. His brain was still rebooting.

“You—you got me flowers?” he repeated, as if the words might make more sense if he said them out loud.

“I mean, yeah,” you said, shifting your weight from foot to foot. The bouquet in your arms crinkled as you fidgeted with the wrapping. “It’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it? I figured i had to be clear because you’re so dense sometimes.”

“I’m not dense!” he argued immediately.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Okay, fine. Maybe a little dense,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out the rest of the world. “But—wait, why did you…?”

The words hung heavy in the air. Why did you get me flowers?

You took a shaky breath. “Because I like you, idiot.”

“I—wait—what?” He blinked, gripping his bouquet tighter like it might hold him upright. “Like… like-like?”

“Damn… and you say you aren’t dense” a small snort left your lips. “Yes, like-like!” you huffed, but your voice trembled a little. “I’ve… kinda liked you for a while. And I figured—if I didn’t say anything today, I’d probably chicken out forever and cry myself to sleep for the next month. Maybe two.”

“You like me,” he repeated dumbly, trying to wrap his head around it.

You tilted your head, exasperated. “Yoichi, please tell me those flowers are for me or am I about to die of embarrassment right now?”

“What? NO—I mean, yes! Yes, I like you too!” The words practically exploded out of him, way louder than he meant to. “I’ve liked you since—God, I don’t even know when. Probably since that stupid teddy bear fight when we were kids.. And—” Lord, he is rambling now. “And I have made you a card. A beautiful one, I think you will like it. And a cake. Though I burnt it the first time. Maybe the second time too. But, fuck yes, I like you too”

For a second, neither of you said anything. You just stood there, two idiots clutching flowers, blushing like middle schoolers with their first crushes.

Finally, you exhaled, shaking your head as you tried not to laugh. “Wow. We’re really bad at this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. “But, like… at least we’re bad at it together?”

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “Together, huh?”

“I mean… if you want that. If you want me.” He said, trying not to look more giddy than he already is.

“I wouldn’t be standing here holding flowers and trying to not burst into flames after a confession that I definitely did not rehearse in my head twenty times for you if I didn’t, genius.”

In a rush of courage, Isagi moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, bouquets squished in between your guys’ chests. You smelled like warmth and home.

“Can I—uh,” he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, “can I kiss you?”

“Yoichi, if you don’t kiss me after all that, I’ll start overthinking and we know—.”

He doesn’t need anything else. His smile shushed you, as his lips finally met yours in a kiss that was a bit messy, yet soft and sweet. You tasted like that tea you like so much. A mix of honey, flowers and sugar that makes him greedy for more. Despite being in the middle of the sidewalk and in retrospect, he will for sure be embarrassed about the pda later.

But that’s a problem for later. Because the realisation that fuck yes, he is finally kissing you, settles in. And for the first time that day, but perhaps in his entire life, his brain went completely and blissfully quiet.

© GLAMOURSCAT (all rights reserved. do not share, modify, translate and re-upload my work outside of tumblr)

[parkerpeter24]

HIII i am begging can you write a Peter Parker x reader one shot where peter and reader are married and have a toddler and maybe the avengers team find out PLISSSS ANS TYYYY 🫶🫶🫶

baby 🥺

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

requests are open (but i barely write stuff)

masterlist

“what is he doing on the ceiling?!” kate yelled as soon as you entered the lobby, searching for your little toddler ben. you rubbed your eyes as you approached a very baffled kate, “your child is on the ceiling! how are you so calm?!”

“it’s 7 in the morning.” you winced as you looked at ben, him giving you an excited look and extended his arm towards you, making you do the same, “come on, benny, come to mama.”

and he did so as, un-sticking himself from the wall as he perfectly landed in your arms.

your two year old was way better at this than peter when he had started out as spider-man. his hand kept getting stuck to different places and after a bunch of ripped t-shirts and a couple of haircuts, you bought him rubber gloves. however, that didn’t work either.

as your little boy nestled against your chest, you looked over to kate who still had surprise written all over her face, “he’s spider-man’s child.” you explained simply.

“but- what if he fell down?”

“oh, he wouldn’t. he’s way too smart for that, aren’t you, benny?” you booped his nose and he gave you a grin.

“yes, mommy.”

you and peter had kept your relationship secret for a couple of years, at least from peter’s superhero gang. so it didn’t come off as a surprise when the avengers found out that you two had a one year old. they were very disappointed in you two for not telling this big a thing but the second they saw ben’s cute little face and his smile, you were forgiven and everyone was happy.

when you agreed to move into the avenger’s tower, tony was more than excited. he added a bunch of toys to the huge playroom that was originally built for morgan.

you were surprised to see that thor was the most attached to your baby. he spent time with him and thursdays were reserved to thor and ben taking a tour of the city. you trusted thor, however you had only allowed this after ben turned two, which was only a few weeks ago.

whenever natasha was around, she would tell ben all kinds of stories about how she kicked bad people’s butts so that little kids could sleep peacefully at night and ben would adore those “tales” even though they were real.

“next time you find him on a ceiling, just show him a cookie, he’ll come right down.” you told kate as you patted ben’s back, gently lulling him back to sleep.

“if you say so.” kate replied, chuckling as she watched you for a minute, “you should get some more sleep too, you look tired.”

“he refused to sleep last night because tony let him have extra ice-cream.” you rolled your eyes.

you noticed ben had fallen asleep, already drooling over the material of your t-shirt as you carried him back to his crib, placing him securely under his blanket before you made your way to your own bed. your husband, peter was still fast asleep. you laid down on the bed, peter already pulling you closer as if it was a reflex. you felt his arm relax against you, his head resting close to your shoulder and soon you felt the soft caress of sleep take over.

the bedside clock showed 10:34 as time when your eyes opened again. the room was empty, peter and ben both gone. you quickly freshened up before making your way out of the room and into the main gathering area once again.

only this time you were greeted with everyone sitting around and laughing as steve held his shield on his lap with ben sitting on top of it.

“hey, babe.” peter was the first one they greeted you as he placed a kiss on your cheek and dragged you in the middle of whatever was happening.

“uh, what’s happening?” you asked, looking around.

“your child is stuck to cap’s shield.” tony said, an almost proud smile spread over his face to which steve gave him a glare.

“guess who inspired it.” natasha rolled her eyes at her two friends, however a small smile remained on her face at the little banter going on.

just then kate ran into the room, holding a cookie in her hand as she handed it to steve, “got it!”

“come on, kid.” steve said, waving around the cookie in the air in front of him. ben’s eyes lit up and steve smiled, “it’s yours if you leave the shield.”

however, cap’s efforts failed as ben reached out one hand to grab the sweet but didn’t move a bit to release his shield.

“i bribed him good.” tony shrugged as he sipped on his black coffee.

you watched the whole scene unfold, amused to say the least. you noticed peter snickering as he stood beside you. you smacked his chest lightly, “you think this is funny? go get your child.”

“and forget the spider-bike mr stark promised me? never.”

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #50 - Roundie]

"When Jungkook accidentally gives himself a bowl cut."

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Warnings: just Kookie being the cutest and roundest, she teases him for messing up his haircut, and he playfully bites her cheek for it, they're so in love, snuggles and kisses hihi

Wordcount: 1.3k

a/n: i don't have to mention what i was inspired by LIKE he is so cute you have no idea i love him so much it's actually insane :( this is also something that ogc!googie would do so i wanted to be self-indulgent and write it ihihiih <3 have fun besties 🧡

“No!” 

You heard your husband exclaim this one small word around twenty minutes ago and haven't heard a word from him since. Only the blow dryer, which has been running the last few minutes, can be heard.

You and Jungkook are on a romantic holiday in Japan because the land is especially nice this time around to explore by motorbike. You are currently staying in an Airbnb somewhere in the Japanese mountains. The architecture and furniture is traditional with a hint of modern and the house offers a small private spa area. You and Jungkook have already enjoyed it earlier today, but decided to call it quits for now. You currently find yourself on the sofa in your pyjamas, relaxing with a good book and a cup of tea, while your husband locked himself up in the bathroom. 

Except for his very enthusiastic and shocked “No!” you haven’t heard from him. That changes however right this instant when the blow dryer stops and the door unlocks. 

“Baby?” 

“Yes, Kook?”

You can’t see him yet, talking louder to make up for the distance. Judging from his voice coming closer, he is walking to you. 

“So, remember how I told you that my hair is getting too long?” 

You set down your book.

“What did you do?” 

“Okay so, hah, funny story. So okay, you know how we met when we were both nineteen, yeah?” 

“Yes?” 

“Okay cool and I looked really sexy and handsome and mature?” 

“Thinking back, you still looked very boyish back then, but I guess yeah you did. Why? What did you do?” 

“Did you ever wonder what I looked like when I was fifteen?” 

“Jeon Jungkook stop the riddles, what did you do?”

He crosses the corner, appearing in your vision. You instantly crack up, coughing out laughter and pointing your finger at him. He gave himself the roundest and cutest bowl cut ever, looking like a teen with it. 

“What did you do? Baby, oh my god”, you laugh loudly.

“I cut the bangs too short. I tried to save them by cutting the sides, but then I had to match the back too and I gave myself a bowl cut.”

“You look so adorable, I can’t believe it”, you say, stumbling to your feet so you can run to him and touch his hair, “you have the roundest head ever. You’re basically a circle.”

“I’m not a circle. Baby”, he whines and pouts.

You snicker, fluffing up his sides. They instantly fall back into their natural bowl cut state.

“I can’t believe it, you turned yourself into a boba ball. God, look at you. It’s like you aged backwards.”

“It’s the same stupid hairstyle I had in middle school. Baby, please tell me I’m handsome, I’m a sad doofus right now.”

“You’re the most handsome circle ever.”

He nudges you gently, furrowing his brows.

“Shut up, you’re not helping.”

You cackle, now fumbling with his bangs. 

“Of course you’re handsome, my sweetie. I’ve never seen you with your hair like this before, I love it a lot”, you say and tug on his bangs softly. They instantly bounce back into their bowl cut state, reflecting the lights from just how shiny and round his hair is. You snicker, “god it’s so cute. You’re adorable.”

“I'm neither cute nor adorable. I’m manly and sexy. Urgh, I ruined myself.” He whines and drops his head on your Shoulder. “I'll accept it if you divorce me now.”

“Divorce-ha!” You laugh loudly, giving his butt a playful spank, “you dramatic baby, you. I already told you that I love it. You’re very handsome and of course, very manly and sexy.”

He lifts his head, giving you a small grin. 

“But…also very cute and adorable.”

He furrows his brows, opening his mouth.

You instantly silence him, “which is a good thing because it means I wanna cuddle you even more often.”

“Wait. This is a good thing”, he says, making you chuckle.

“It is. Gosh you, let me take a picture. You’re so adorable.” 

“If you must.”

Despite his initial complaints, Jungkook ends up posing with pouted lips and his hand throwing up a peace sign. It’s his signature pose he does in pictures and he looks very adorable tonight. You giggle at the picture, putting it as your lock screen. You show it to him.

“Look, now when someone asks me about you, I can tell them I’m married to a roundie.” 

“You”, Jungkook points his finger at you. “Stop it.” 

You cackle. 

His features soften, a warm smile washes over his face. He gives up with a fond scoff and a little chuckle, closing the distance by grabbing your waist and pulling you snug against him. You and he sway from side to side, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. You have your arms hooked behind his head.

“You’re lucky that you’re so cute, otherwise I would have to bite your cheeks for your annoying antics”, he says.

“Mhm bite my cheeks you say? Ohoho mister what a thread, especially coming from a life sized choco ball such as yourself.”

“Yah”, he complains and gives your buttocks a squeeze. 

“Sorry, sorry last one I promise. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself”, you snicker, rubbing his neck in apology. 

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing his hands over your buttocks innocently. 

“It’s insane how good it fits you. Up close, you can really tell that you fucked it up, but it looks so good on you that it’s not even bad that you fucked it up.” 

“Is it really bad?”

“No, not at all. Your bangs are a little choppy, but it’s cute. Very handsome. Gosh”, you squish his cheeks, “your eyes look even prettier with this hair. It’s like they’re supporting each other’s roundieness. You’re seriously so handsome.” 

Jungkook smiles shyly, “thanks, heh. Roundieness isn’t even a word by the way.”

“It is now.” 

Jungkook simply furrows his brows and goes in for the attack. He bites your cheek. Gently of course. 

“Yah”, you step back, wiping the saliva from your skin. 

“I warned you and you wouldn’t listen. Consequences of your own actions, missy.”

“Don’t talk to me about consequences of my own actions, Mister Accidental Bowl Cut Which Aged Him Back Decades.”

Jungkook laughs and hugs your waist. You chuckle.

“Come on you, let’s go to bed and cuddle.”

“Yay cuddles. I swear today drained me. I almost fell asleep in the hot spring.” 

“Baby, you fell asleep. I had to hold your head so you wouldn’t accidentally drown.”

“I guess I did. I couldn’t help it. It was warm and cozy. I felt very relaxed.”

You and he get under the same blanket. He lies down on his side, you face him. His bangs fall to one side, now looking like those typical two thousand tens bangs every teenage boy had back then. 

You play with them, eyes spilling over with love.

“If I had met you back then, I so would have had a crush on you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm totally. You would have been my type. You are my type, but you get what I mean.”

“I do, yeah.” He smiles and reaches out to play with your hair. “You would have been my type too. Your mom showed me pictures of you when you were a teen and I would have had such a crush on you back then.”

“Oh god”, you chuckle, “I was such a mess though. Did she show you the pic of my clip in leopard print hair strands I rocked with black eyeliner?” 

“Of course she did. You totally rocked them.”

“No I didn't, I looked ridiculous.”

“At least you didn’t look like a circle.”

You laugh, “mhm maybe, but you’re the most handsome circle I have ever seen”, you say, pushing him to his back and climbing on his lap.

Jungkook holds your hips instantly, purring his words as he gazes at your lips.

“Yeah? I’m a handsome circle?”

“Mhhm the most handsome.”

“Hah, come and kiss me, baby.”

You smile, he smiles, sharing a breathy chuckle and little moan with you.

“Kiss me, please.”

“Fuck Kook, I can’t get enough of you”, you say and pull him into a deep kiss. 

[m1ssunderstanding]

My thoughts on Beatles 64

Am I a terrible person or something because I’m genuinely having such a hard time wrapping my head around these people’s reactions to their president getting shot. Like I can count on one hand the people I’d give a fuck about in DC and I’m not crying if that happens. I’m angry. I’m scared. But I’m not sad.

Who is this covering all my loving? It’s pretty.

I will forever love Paul and George’s big and little brother dynamic. Deep, cloudy scouse: they’re in perfect synchronization. Bright, squeaky scouse: Are they? Like, where is George’s little chimney sweep costume?!

And Paul’s sharp tone calling John’s name. I don’t know, I could obsess over any little scrap of footage of them. I just love picking apart details that reveal dynamics.

George’s insecure, curious, “Are you filming now?” Compared to his over-it, sardonic, “Are you recording our conversation?” He aged about twenty years between 64 and 69.

John’s reaction to his own voice in his ears is always a straight shot of joy.

I like that they’re showing all the boys. You know, because if only girls like them, then they’re just a silly pop group, but if boys like them too, well. That’s something else, isn’t it?

One of my favorite moments. No wonder Paul took so well to shepherding. His blood pressure spiking if John gets out of arm's reach. And John is of course so happy to be pulled back in.

Their hair really was so fluffy!

John spreads his legs when he’s playing because he’s an anxious attachment. Paul keeps his legs closed because he’s avoidant. In this essay I will.

This mix of She Loves You is really highlighting Ringo’s drumming for me. He’s so talented and attractive.

This is why Paul’s my favorite, genuinely. Because he goes from the most polite, people-pleasing, tender-heart to an absolute mean girl cunty bitch in the span of less than a second.

Ringo is the quickest wit, I’m telling you, and if anyone says otherwise, I’m cancelling you for classism.

Why is it always Paul these middle aged creeps feel the need to touch? I mean, I know why. But it makes me sick. That kind of thing is reserved for the mutuals. Definitely not cops.

It’s literally sooooo funny for me seeing this guy choke up about She Loves You. Like I’m genuinely happy for him, but I was literally just over at my husband’s grandparents double-wide and they Still go on about how stupid the Beatles haircuts were and how they remember the days before the Beatles when there was ‘real’ rock and roll on the radio.

So, Paul’s been telling the story of Jim critiquing She Loves You for literally sixty years now, and originally it was with mix-ins from John and George and without a lot of artificial sweeteners. Here’s the sixty-year-old version:

Back home in Liverpool, we used to sing over some of our songs to relatives—I did to my Dad and my aunties,” he recalled. “My Dad would look at me looking disappointed. ‘I don’t know young Paul,’ he’d say. ‘I try to get you to speak properly, and you drop your aitches. Why sing ‘Yeah, Yeah’ when you mean ‘Yes, Yes?’ I tried to explain this was the whole point of the song,” Paul continued. John broke in: “Anyone ever heard someone from Liverpool singing ‘Yes’? It’s YEAH.” Paul continued: “Well, we just laughed. My Dad gave us some of the worst advice ever. He said this music thing will never last. It’s all right on the side, he’d say, BUT PAUL IT WILL NEVER LAST!” “Remember,” said George, “he always wanted us to sing ‘Stairway to Paradise’?” – Ray Coleman article 1964

What a cutie. Shouldn't be allowed.

“That wasn’t really the case.” (that America was the land of the free). He always almost gets to his political views. You know? Microdosing? Left-bating? Maybe both. Whatever.

I LOVE their funny little accents with all my heart. John does posh scarily well.

Ringoooooooo!

“Go on! Defy convention!” Quotes that define the speaker. He should sell t-shirts with that slogan.

This girl’s Brooklyn accent and her confidence are so beautiful!

Why did they buy John an ID I’m actually dying! Oh! They don’t mean, they mean like Paul’s and Ringo’s bracelets. Got it. Okay. I was like ‘are you trying to help him ten years in advance with his immigration struggle?’

The juilliard girl is phenomenal.

I want the nylons and I want the shoes.

“Would you do me a tremendous favor?” “I’m not gonna kiss you like Elisabeth Taylor.” See? Ringo is the funny one. Ringo is so fucking sharp and nobody gives him the credit he’s due.

Ronnie Spector you deserved better, Queen! I love her. She’s so gorgeous, she’s so cool, she’s so young and energetic!

Two excellent Lennonisms right in a row. “Have you been watching the newsies?” and “I don’t care,” I say as I care caringly. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, he has the most sunshiny smile in the Beatles.

Ringoooooo!

Not the picture of JohnandPaul singing together as “with lovers and friends” plays.

Love Paul offering Ringo a candy. In yet another accent. People need to make them talk in goofy accents more in fic because it’s incessant. But I just love them offering each other food. It’ll always get me.

See, this is what I love about John. “People have been tryna stamp out rock and roll since it started.” “Why do you think that is? What are they afraid of?” “I always thought it was cause it came from black music.” He’s not ‘honest to a fault’ or whatever the boomer men love to say. But he’s very, very blunt, and he’s not going to try and skirt anything. You know?

Literally the most embarrassing thing a person can ever be is white.

“I thought it was very weak. You know what I think, I call a spade a spade. I thought it was weaker than weak.” Cook him! And then the mimicking! I love him so much! Holy shit, that would’ve been so enraging.

And then the quiet sass of the guy being interviewed right after. “Well, the versatility, the originality. I like anything that’s original.” I love some clever tumblr web-weaving in my documentaries.

In my husband’s grandparent’s defense, the “real rock and roll” they loved before the Beatles was literally only black artists.

I love this picture for ever. Look at how tight he’s holding on to John with one hand and the other hand raised in joyous triumph, engagement bracelet visible. This is Paul in heaven.

“The whole assumption of male vs female is not prominent. They’re sort of in-between.” Yes. Love. Keep going.

Ringo’s got all the quips, again. “Ringo, look over here!” Puts his hands up. “Don’t shoot!”

I didn’t know Smokey Robinson and the Miracles went to the Cavern, that’s cool! And here I was thinking I wouldn’t learn anything new from this doc. His whole interview is very lovely and generous.

I always think “You’ve Really Got a Hold on Me” probably spoke to John in terms of his relationship with Paul, but I go there so easily. Anyway, Smokey Robinson had every right to be pissed that they released a cover of his song without even asking. Like that would be illegal nowadays, right? And yet he’s so kind about it.

We talk about how scary Beatlemania was and we should because it was, but it really puts it in perspective for me personally hearing Smokey say he was shot at for trying to use the bathroom.

Oh I love that we have footage of Paul taking Ringo’s picture! Makes me think of “eye of the storm” obviously, but also the way he’s mocking the photographer's jargon of the time as he’s doing it. The fact that he ended up marrying a photographer who made a point to depict him as not just “some doe eyed sex object” in her pictures, and also of his song “pretty boys” and his quotes about the sexualization of “male models”. Definitely not about anything he himself experienced. Anyway, thoughts. Strings. Pins. Etc.

Also Ringo turning to the camera still filming him, “what do you think I am, a monkey?” Remember that part in this footage where Ringo says something like, “are we ever going to have a break from all these cameras?” And he’s exhausted. It really seems like, from the footage selected by this doc at least, that Paul and Ringo were doing the bulk of the lifting at this time just with cooperating with the show biz stuff. And isn’t that (interesting? Sad? Poetic? Good?) that they’re the ones still cooperating sixty years later.

How dare they cut out “but we ain’t written no poetry!”

As John’s panicking, “how are we gonna – have you seen the kids? How are we gonna get in, then?” Paul’s just calmly going, “Hi girls!” With a patient smile and a cute little wave. “I’ll just go in and speak to the people first, okay?” I love Paul “calming-down-other-people’s-hysteria-is-my-calling-in-life” McCartney.

Cute, George introducing a song he’ll do a viral backflip to in twenty years.

I wonder what that letter is. John’s being very tender with it.

“You’re fired!” “It’s Love Me Do, whacker!” With the sweetest most innocent smile. I love when John is John, you know?

“To me they’re all obviously low or middle class, highly illiterate, unintelligent wild kids seeking a little fun and pleasure . . . I think there’s something very strange about it at the same time, something very sick. . . . I’m sure that sexual reasons have something to do with it. They find the Beatles sexually attractive and they’ve made some kind of psychological tie with them. I think the whole thing’s a little bit frightening and quite sick.” Where’s that old meme with Trump describing the democrats in the most hateful terms he can think of and people being like “yep that’s me”?

Paul stopping to say goodbye by name to each of the people who've been in their hotel room one by one. It’s giving *Opra voice* “and you please don’t hate us and you please dont hate us and you please don’t hate us”

Ringo coming back because he went the wrong way is the most me-core thing.

Paul will come in with the random shouts and yelling in the middle of a song he’s singing lead on all the way from the very beginning and all the way to the very very end, huh.

I just get filled with so much rage at this image of the Bernstein family, especially after the footage of the Gonzalezes. Like, I know I need therapy. I know. But it costs money. Anyway, all rich people can go straight to hell. “I was allowed to wheel the TV set down from the library, down the corridor and into the dining room.” Oh, were you! Well, you must be very special, then.

I wonder if Paul’s title of his exhibition has anything to do with this quote from John about “It was like being in the eye of a hurricane.”

The girl hanging on Ringo like a jungle-gym is me. I love the way he flirts, it’s so smooth, physical, casual.

Classic John moment and he doesn’t even open his mouth.

My dearest wish is that these two are happily married now, holding hands in the theater watching this.

The voice of the woman asking Paul “what do you think of the American TV” sounded extremely like Linda’s. I sort of panicked for a second. Linda’s voice is lower, but the accent and cadence and the sort of wealthy slouch is the same.

I love them picking up on the dystopian beginnings of America’s version of late-stage capitalism and broadcasting the ridiculousness of it all to a public that didn’t know any different. “The situation in China is very bad. Have you ever wondered, when you’re eating at home?”

The guys setting up wearing Beatles wigs? Ew. Why?

Ringo’s so funny! “Watch any band. If anything goes wrong, they go – Blame the drummer.” And he’s so endearing and sweet. “I just always wanted to be IN the band, not like ‘oh, I’m over here.’” Reminds me of his quote about being lonely as an only child and ending up with three brothers. What a tenderheart.

Huh. Always thought some idiots just set up his rostrum backwards. The rest of the stage spinning around it makes much more sense.

That little smile between the two of them.

George in tears! Poor baby! I really do think, with the way this affected him on another level than it affected the others, and with the way he talked about his experiences at the Inny compared to Paul (not that you can trust Paul to say anything actually gets to him) that George maybe was more sensitive to classism than the others.

I hope Paul said something to that affect to George after. “They’re working at an embassy. We’re on the road, rocking. I don’t give a flying fuck.” You know? I could see it.

Another thing I love about John. You need that guy on your team, whatever it is you’re trying to accomplish. That when people are being bitchy, you tell them to fuck off and you leave. I bet Paul, George, and Ringo were so relieved that John did that for them.

After Ringo talked about not wanting to be back behind and separate from the band, I’ve noticed all three of them stepping back sometimes to stand more in line with him when they’re not singing. I don’t know if it was conscious or natural, but either way, I love that they did that and I’m sure Ringo did too.

The looks and smiles

I usually maintain that Paul is only sexy from 60-61 and from 68-98 and from 18-now. But. This is just objectively hot, I don’t care who you are.

It’s so sweet to see George being such a ham, getting John to do silly bits with him, putting on a waiter’s uniform and passing out drinks, climbing up in the luggage compartment. I wish they could’ve somehow kept it at a pace that was manageable for him so he could’ve kept on being so happy with his life, you know? I mean it’s not like it just disappears completely. There’s some of it in Get Back and even in Anthology, but it’s just not the same.

This is what happens when you’re a slut, Paul. You get paternity suits that ruin your mood. Shame, shame.

Interesting that Paul points out Brian’s “defying convention” by having them play their scandalous rock and roll shows in all these “hallowed halls”. I’d never thought about it as Brian’s conscious decision but obviously it must’ve been, and that’s very clever and snarky of him.

“That man, who is strong enough to be gentle, that is a new man.” Betty Friedan is pro-beatle. We love to see it!

Watching Paul try to behave like a human being on stage with all of his early twenties energy is honestly painful. It’s like Kurt Vonnegut’s Harrison Bergeron, you know? Like I can just see him aching to let himself free, but there are weights put in place for a reason. I know Brian was right to calm them down, and this documentary is proof that if he hadn’t done his taming, either they never would’ve made it or there would’ve been all-out class warfare or something, but it breaks my heart, it really does.

Ronald Isley, again, just like Smokey Robinson, being so so charitable here, and managing to do so without playing down the fact that things were absolutely rigged against him and his group at the time. “We should be on the Ed Sullivan show doing . . .” Yes. Yes.

I looked it up, and this quote is genuine. “If it wasn’t for the isley brothers, we would still be in Liverpool.” – Paul McCartney. That’s one thing I love about him. He’s always giving – very much due – credit to his black contemporaries. People ask him about Elvis and he always says, “yes, and Little Richard.” People say he was the most innovative bass player of his time and he says, “yes, and Fred Thomas.”

Ringo literally gets me every time. George: I don’t remember Wales. Ringo: It was before you joined the group.

The way Paul talks about George living “the good life” is very much in the tone of an older brother who’s helped his little brother do well for himself, you know? It’s adorable.

Of course Paul’s out feeding seagulls.

Not even going to comment on the “i love you” thing. Nope.

Okay I do have to say, the end of this guy’s story about going to liverpool and getting deported is incredibly sweet. I was kind of ignoring him, and then when he said he met John during Imagine, I sort of braced myself. But it turned out absolutely adorable. I love John’s little antenna miming and that he promoted this guy just for having made the front page of the Liverpool Echo. It’s all very John, very endearing.

I hope Paul and this weepy old guy had a talk about healing yourself from abuse through music. There’s like a 1/100 chance, but I still hope they did.

John loves a good boat analogy, doesn’t he? “There was a ship going to discover the new world. And the beatles were in the crows nest on the same ship [as everyone else] and we just said ‘land ho!’

Love the use of “Roll Over Beethoven” as the final song.

[mer-acle]

Artemis and Apollo

@saixria 's design of them really reminded me that I'd been sad about not coordinating them more, so bc I'm doing separate designs for my Slipping through my Fingers AU anyway, I designed them together for that. And yes, they are children bc they are still rather young throughout the story. I drew them at around 10-12 (physically) which is when they join Olympus in the story.

My idea was to connect them via the color green which ties back to Artemis' connection to the forest and Apollo's lyre (which has a turtle shell as a base) I read recently that Artemis' weapons are also described as golden in mythology, not silver, so I gave her golden accessories. I also wanted her to have a kinda shaggy haircut from having cut them herself while Apollo lets his hair grow out. Also, you will almost never see Ari this put-together XD She's much more prone to just run around in something really simple, and barefoot. Apollo likes his layers and his accessories. I'd imagine their sun and moon connection respectively is more a character thing rather than tied to their domains, Apollo is more of an early bird, Artemis likes to sleep in, she prefers cooler weather, that kind of thing.

I'm quite happy with Artemis in particular, now all I need is for her to have an arc of some kind in the story. Apollo and his healing magic makes including him so much easier istg.

[emperordinozenmon]

The Daughter of the Sun

Part II

We were in the middle of lunch when you were struck by Cupid’s arrow—or maybe it was love at first sight. Honestly, it’s hard to tell the difference sometimes.

“Yo, you can’t be serious, Long. The charge blade? That’s your favorite weapon?” you asked, giving me a look that screamed disappointment.

I nodded, unapologetic.

You grimaced, shaking your head as if to physically remove the thought of my “inferior taste in Monster Hunter weaponry” from your mind. “All I’m saying is—”

Your words trailed off as your gaze locked onto something—or someone—behind me. I didn’t even have to turn around to know.

“Who is that?” you whispered, your voice suddenly soft.

I turned my head just in time to catch the girl walking in. She wasn’t just pretty—she was radiant. Her smile was warm, effortless, and maybe just a little bit teasing as she waved. And you? You smiled back, dumbly, raising your hand in a sluggish, half-hearted wave.

For a moment, it was like the entire cafeteria fell away. I could practically hear the angelic choir in your head.

I had to snap my fingers in front of your face. “Yo, Earth to Cece. You back? Good, because you were three seconds away from drooling all over your lunch.”

You blinked rapidly, snapping out of it. “No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were,” I said, grinning. “But it’s fine. Just go over and talk to her. I think she’s the new girl—the one who just joined today.”

You rolled your eyes like I was being ridiculous, but I could see the curiosity starting to get the better of you. It wasn’t long before you gave in, standing up and making your way toward her.

The girl—Yujin, as you’d soon learn—noticed you coming immediately. Her smile widened, and her eyes, big and soft, seemed to light up as you sat down across from her.

“Hi, I’m Cecila, most people call me Cece but you can call me anytime,” you said, attempting your calmest, coolest tone. To your credit, you almost pulled it off—if you ignored the slight stutter on your name.

Yujin’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew. “I’m Yujin, legacy of Aphrodite,” she said, her voice carrying a natural warmth that only amplified her charm. Despite her short, tomboyish haircut and athletic build, there was an undeniable elegance about her—an effortless femininity that seemed to draw everyone in.

You stared, completely captivated, long enough for her to tilt her head in mild amusement.

“You okay?” she asked, snapping you out of it.

You inhaled sharply, suddenly realizing you’d been holding your breath. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you said, scrambling to regain your composure. “Uh, so… who’s your godly ancestor?”

“Aphrodite,” Yujin repeated with a slight laugh, like the answer was obvious. “And you?”

“Oh. Uh, Odin is my dad ,” you mumbled, trying to sound casual. “But it’s no big deal, really.”

Yujin’s expression softened, her smile turning just a bit more personal. “I like it,” she said simply.

The cafeteria had quieted down, the rush of lunch fading into soft chatter and the occasional clinking tray. You sat across from Yujin, sunlight spilling through the windows and catching the playful glint in her eyes.

“So,” you said, swirling your drink nervously, “what’s it like being a legacy of Aphrodite? Do people just… fall in love with you everywhere you go?”

She laughed, the kind of laugh that made your heart flip in a way that wasn’t entirely comfortable. “Not exactly,” she said, her tone light but teasing. “It’s not like I have people fainting in my presence. Although…” Her lips curled into a sly smile. “I might have noticed someone smiling a little too much at me today.”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks, but you weren’t about to let her have the upper hand. You leaned back in your chair, trying to play it cool. “Oh yeah? Well, it’s a nice smile to smile at.”

Her eyebrow quirked, clearly amused. “Was that a compliment or a tongue twister?”

“Both,” you shot back, grinning despite yourself. “What about you? Do you always walk into rooms looking like you just stepped out of a magazine?”

She tilted her head, her gaze unwavering. “Depends. Do you always flirt this much with girls you just met?”

Your brain faltered, and for a moment, you forgot how words worked. “I, uh—” you stammered, scrambling for a response. “Only the ones who wave at me first.”

Her grin widened, and she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and closing the space between you. “So it was me who started it. Good to know.”

Your heart was pounding now, loud enough that you were sure she could hear it. Somehow, she had you walking a tightrope between exhilaration and disaster, and you weren’t sure which way you were going to fall.

“Alright,” you said, forcing yourself to hold her gaze. “You win this round. But let me ask you something—if you’re so good at spotting people falling for you, can you tell when someone’s about to ask you out?”

Her expression flickered with surprise, but the teasing light in her eyes didn’t fade. “I think I’m starting to get an idea.”

You took a deep breath, your palms sweating despite your best efforts to stay cool. “Yujin, would you want to hang out sometime? Just us? Not here, not with everyone else. Maybe grab some coffee, or… go on a walk or something?”

For the first time, she looked genuinely shy, her hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d like that,” she said softly. Then, with a playful grin, she added, “But only if you promise not to drool.”

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. “I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

“Nope,” she said, standing and slinging her bag over her shoulder. Before leaving, she shot you a wink. “But that’s okay. I like you better when you’re a little flustered.” She takes out her phone and hands it to you,

“Can you put your phone number in for me Unnie,” Yujin says teasingly and your heart races. You enter the number in and Yujin smiles.

“I look forward to our date Unnie,” Yujin says happily before she leaves.

You watched her walk away, stunned and grinning like an idiot. You hadn’t just survived that—you’d actually scored a date. You grin like a complete dork as you leave the cafeteria, clutching your bag tightly against your chest. Your head feels like it’s floating, every step lighter than the last. It takes a moment to find me, sitting in my usual corner outside by the training field.

I’m hunched over a collection of weapons, carefully sharpening the edge of my blade and oiling a set of throwing knives. The rhythmic scrape of stone against metal fills the air, and I don’t look up right away when you approach.

Still, you’re practically vibrating with excitement, and it’s not long before the words burst out of you. “I asked her out, and she said yes!”

I stop mid-motion, glancing up to see your face glowing with a mix of triumph and disbelief. A smile spreads across my face as I give you a slow, approving thumbs-up.

“Nice,” I say simply.

But you’re not done. You drop your bag and sit on the bench next to me, leaning forward like you can’t keep still. “We’re going out for coffee!” you exclaim, practically bouncing in place.

I smirk, setting down the blade and wiping my hands on a cloth. “That’s a solid start. Coffee’s good.”

You nod, your energy spilling over as you replay the moment in your head, grinning all the while. “So… any advice?”

I raise an eyebrow, thinking for a moment. “Talk to Sana. She’ll get you ready.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Sana? Really? You’re recommending her?”

“Yep,” I reply without hesitation, grabbing the next weapon in the pile. “She’s dated more women than me, so she’s got the edge. She’ll know what you’re up against.”

For a second, you stare at me, speechless, before breaking into laughter. “You’re serious? Sana, the queen bee daughter of Frey , is your go-to for this?”

“Hey,” I say with a shrug, “she’s the best when it comes to advice on dating. Just tell her what you told me, and she’ll handle the rest.”

You’re quiet for a moment, a rare pause where your excitement fades into something softer. Then, out of nowhere, you wrap your arms around me in a tight hug.

I stiffen immediately, caught off guard. We’ve never really been the hug-it-out type. Teasing, bickering, maybe the occasional high-five, sure—but this? This is new.

“Thanks, Lo,” you mumble into my shoulder before pulling away, your grin still impossibly wide.

I cough awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck as you grab your bag and sprint off toward the arts section. “Don’t make it weird!” I call after you, shaking my head with a small smile.

Watching you go, I let out a soft chuckle and pick up my blade again. It’s rare to see you like this—so unguarded, so excited. And honestly? I’m rooting for you.

You find Sana and Miyeon lounging in the arts section, where sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting warm, golden light across the room. Sana is perched on one of the tables, swinging her legs idly as she works on a vibrant watercolor painting of what looks like a summer meadow. Miyeon sits beside her, absentmindedly flipping through a book of spells, her fingers tracing glowing runes on the page.

Their energy couldn’t be more different. Sana radiates warmth and playfulness, like a summer breeze, while Miyeon is all calm elegance, her dark hair falling in waves over her shoulders as she hums softly to herself.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure whether you’re interrupting, but Sana spots you immediately and waves enthusiastically. “Cece! Hey! What’s up?”

Miyeon glances up, arching an eyebrow. “Did Longinius finally bore you with all of his nerd talk?”

You grin. “Not yet, but give me time.” Then you take a deep breath. “Actually, I, uh… kind of need some advice. Sana, you’re the expert.”

Sana sets her brush down and leans forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Ooh, I’m intrigued. Spill!”

Miyeon closes her book with a soft thud, resting her chin on her hand. “This should be good.”

You scratch the back of your neck, feeling a little self-conscious under their expectant gazes. “So, I asked Yujin out—”

“Finally!” Sana exclaims, clapping her hands together. “I’ve been rooting for you two since she walked into the cafeteria.”

“Wait, you knew?” you ask, eyes wide.

“Of course,” she says, waving you off like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I can practically smell a love connection. Summer instincts, you know.”

Miyeon snorts. “That’s not a thing, Sana.”

“It is a thing,” Sana insists, shooting Miyeon a playful glare. Then she turns back to you, her expression softening. “Okay, details. What’s the plan?”

“We’re going out for coffee,” you say, the words coming out in a rush. “But I don’t want to mess it up. I figured… you’ve got experience.”

Sana grins, sliding off the table and looping an arm around your shoulder. “You came to the right person. Coffee dates are my specialty. First rule: be yourself. Yujin already likes you, or she wouldn’t have said yes.”

“Second rule,” Miyeon chimes in, her voice smooth and teasing, “don’t overthink it. Trust me, nothing scares someone off faster than trying too hard.”

Sana nods sagely. “Exactly. Be casual, but not too casual. Compliment her, but don’t go overboard. And—oh! Don’t forget to order something cute. Girls love it when you have good taste.”

You blink. “Something cute? Like… what?”

“Like a lavender latte,” Sana says, grinning. “Or something with whipped cream. It’s charming.”

Miyeon rolls her eyes. “Or just order whatever you like. Don’t listen to her dessert propaganda.”

Sana sticks out her tongue at Miyeon, who smirks in response. The warmth between them is obvious, even in their bickering.

You can’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay. Be myself, don’t overthink, and maybe order something cute. Got it.”

Sana squeezes your shoulder. “You’ve got this, Cece. And if it goes really well, let me know. I’ll help you plan date number two.”

Miyeon chuckles softly. “You might want to survive this one first.”

“Hey,” Sana says, pointing at her girlfriend, “don’t scare her! Cece is going to do great.”

“Thanks,” you say, feeling a little more confident as you step back. “Really. I mean it.”

“Anytime,” Sana replies with a wink. “Now go make her swoon!”

As you leave, you can hear their voices behind you—Sana’s bright laughter and Miyeon’s low chuckle—filling the room with a comfortable, familiar warmth.

“Cece Wait!” Sana calls, practically dragging you back into the arts section’s small lounge area after you explain your coffee date. “If you’re going to Yujin, you’re going to need the right look. And lucky for you, I’m a genius at this.”

You blink, glancing at Miyeon, who still sitsnearby with her book, looking both amused and resigned. “Uh, I was just going to wear what I normally do…”

“Absolutely not!” Sana interrupts, already pulling you toward a mirror. “This is your first date! It’s the perfect chance to make an impression—show her who you are while cranking the charm up to eleven.”

You cross your arms, suddenly self-conscious. “And who exactly am I?”

Sana steps back and studies you with a critical eye, tapping her chin dramatically. “You’re Cece. Punk rock rebel with a heart of gold. The cool girl who can pull off eyeliner better than most people can pull off a basic smile. And—” She grins. “—you’ve got the best accessory.”

Your brow furrows. “Accessory?”

Sana lightly taps under your eyes, motioning to your reflection. “Your heterochromia, duh! Left eye like a fiery sunset, right like a stormy sky. It’s your secret weapon. Trust me.”

You glance at yourself in the mirror, then back at her. “So, what’s the plan?”

She lights up and starts rummaging through a nearby wardrobe where costumes and props are stored for performances. “We’re going to lean into your punk rock style but soften it just a little. Make you approachable while still screaming you.”

Miyeon looks up from her book with a small smirk. “She’s going to add glitter, isn’t she?”

“Not glitter,” Sana says with a wink, “but… maybe some shimmer.” She pulls out a black faux-leather jacket covered in silver studs and holds it up. “Step one: jacket. Punk classic. But underneath…” She grabs a fitted black tank top with delicate lace trim at the neckline and a loose, off-the-shoulder plaid flannel. “Balance. You want to show you can rock both edges and softness. And plaid is timeless.”

You hesitate as she tosses the pieces into your arms. “It’s not too much?”

“Not at all,” she insists. “Now for the bottom half—ripped black jeans and your combat boots. But!” She points dramatically. “Add some accessories. Maybe a chain necklace or a few stacked bracelets.”

Miyeon chimes in, her tone calm but teasing. “Or just let Sana pile you with jewelry until you feel like a chandelier.”

“I do not over-accessorize!” Sana huffs, then glances back at you. “Okay, maybe a little. But it works!”

She grabs a smoky eyeliner pencil and gestures for you to sit down. “And the eyes. This is the best part. Your heterochromia is stunning, so we’re going to highlight it—literally.”

You sit reluctantly as she leans in, her face close to yours as she applies eyeliner. “For the amber eye,” she says, brushing on a subtle touch of gold shimmer around it, “we’ll make it pop with warm tones. And for the blue-gray eye…” She switches to a soft silver. “Cool tones to match the stormy vibe.”

When she’s done, she steps back and grins. “Perfect. Yujin won’t know what hit her.”

You stand and glance at yourself in the mirror, turning slightly to take it all in. The outfit is undeniably you—a mix of edgy and effortless—but elevated in a way you hadn’t expected. Your eyes catch the light differently now, the subtle makeup amplifying their unique colors.

“Wow,” you murmur, half to yourself.

“I know, right?” Sana says, beaming. “Now, two last tips. One: lean into the eye thing. Make eye contact—it’s captivating. And two…” She pats your shoulder, her tone suddenly more serious. “Be confident. Yujin already likes you, Cece. This? It’s just the icing on the cake.”

You turn to her, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Thanks, Sana. Really.”

She waves it off, grinning again. “Anything for love. Now go knock her socks off!”

As you leave, Miyeon chuckles softly. “You should charge for this.”

“Nah,” Sana says, her voice warm. “Seeing Cece crush it is payment enough.”

…

The coffee shop is warm and cozy, with the soft hum of indie music in the background. The light coming through the window is golden, casting a soft glow on everything. You and Yujin sit across from each other at a small table near the back, each with a steaming cup of coffee in front of you. The tension is light, a mix of excitement and nerves hanging in the air.

Yujin leans forward slightly, her eyes sparkling as she takes a sip of her drink. “So,” she starts, setting her cup down and giving you a playful smile, “what’s the deal with your friends? You said you hang out with some pretty cool people.”

You laugh, the familiar warmth of the conversation easing your nerves. “Yeah, my friends are a bit… eccentric,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “I’ll start with Sana. She’s crazy about fashion and always knows how to make a scene, but she’s also super supportive. She has this, like, sixth sense for matchmaking, too.” You pause, thinking about how she helped you get ready for this date. “She’s the one who helped me with the outfit tonight.”

Yujin raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “I should have known! She definitely has an eye for style.”

“Definitely,” you agree, a smile tugging at your lips. “Then there’s Longinius but I call him Long for short. He’s my brother, even though we’re not technically related. He’s… protective, but in a big brother kind of way. He’s always looking out for me, and honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without him. He’s a bit of a goofball, but I can always count on him.”

Yujin smiles bright before asking, “oh was he the one you were sitting with earlier? He tough looking. how did you meet him,”

You pause then answer plainly, “he hates when I tell this story but when I was on my first quest I was tasked to find my dad’s spear Gungir which had been stolen as a “prank” by Utgaard Loki. I met Long on the way and he helped me get it and we’ve been inseparable ever since. He actually carried me back to the Celestial Country Club when I was injured. He’s guarded most of the time but he’s one of the kindest people I know. Also one of the most ferocious.”

Yujin smiles softly, her gaze warm as she listens. “You’re lucky to have people like that around you. Who’s his godly parent or ancestor?”

You sigh and reveal that you don’t know.

Yujin’s shock is evident in her tone as you hear her say, “you don’t know his godly parentage?”

You nod and reply, “he’s super guarded about it but with how he is I get it.”

Yujin nods amazed and says, “Well I know not to break your heart or else I’ll have that mountain of a man after me,” you chuckle and say

You shrug modestly. “Yeah, I am lucky to have him. What about you? Tell me about your friends.”

Yujin leans back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. “Well, I work with Wonyoung sometimes,” she starts, and a soft fondness enters her voice. “She’s the daughter of Athena, so she’s like a walking encyclopedia. Always quoting ancient texts or making strategic plans, like she's some mini genius. She’s pretty cool, though. I actually look up to her a lot.”

“Sounds like a real brainiac,” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, she is,” Yujin says with a playful smile. “But she’s also a lot of fun. She’s always dragging me into her random projects. Then there’s we actually used to be part of a bigger group called Izone and a smaller group called IVE later. They were cool but a massive undertaking when questing. So I wanted a break and came here,” she says, gesturing toward herself, “I was the group’s ‘charm’ specialist, I guess.” She laughs, making air quotes. “We’re all demigods, but somehow we make it work, and we have each other’s backs no matter what.”

Your heart does a little flip at hearing that. “I like that,” you say softly. “Having that kind of connection, especially when you’re in a world full of… well, other gods and monsters.”

Yujin meets your eyes, her smile softening. “Exactly. It’s important to have a good support system.” She reaches across the table, her fingers brushing against yours. “I think that’s why I like being around you, Cece. You get it. You understand what it’s like to have people who are always there for you, no matter what even if some of them are a little scary.”

Your pulse quickens, the closeness making you feel a little breathless. You try to play it cool, but your heart’s definitely speeding up. “Yeah, I do,” you reply, your voice quieter now, the flirtation settling into something deeper. “It’s hard to imagine life without them.”

Yujin’s gaze shifts to your hand, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of your palm before she locks eyes with you again. “I’m glad you’re not alone. And I’m glad we’re getting to know each other better. It feels… right.”

Your heart skips a beat at her words, and you can’t help but smile. “Me too,” you say, your voice slightly more confident now. “It’s like everything just clicked when I saw you. I didn’t even think twice about asking you out.”

Yujin’s smile deepens, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I’m glad you did,” she admits, her voice soft. “I’ve been hoping you’d make a move.”

You laugh, feeling a lightness in your chest. “Good to know I wasn’t the only one.” You pause, then lean forward, your hand slipping under hers as you gently brush your thumb over her knuckles. “So, now that we’ve got all that out of the way… how about a second date?”

Yujin’s eyes widen slightly, her expression a mix of surprise and excitement. “You’re already planning the next one?”

“Why wait?” you reply with a smirk, your heart hammering in your chest. “I’m pretty sure we can top this coffee date.”

She laughs, the sound soft and musical. “You’re bold. I like that.” She leans in just a little, her breath warm against your skin. “I think a second date sounds perfect.”

You’re sitting on the steps of the training field with Sana and I, sunlight spilling over the horizon. The air smells of freshly cut grass and sparring dust, a familiar combination that reminds you of home. You’re in the middle of recounting last night’s date, your cheeks flushed as you gesture animatedly.

“…And then, she said yes to the second date!” you finish, a wide grin plastered on your face.

I smirk, leaning back on my elbows. “Look at you, Casanova. I’m impressed. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Excuse me?” you say, mock-offended, throwing a small pebble at him.

Sana, sitting cross-legged beside you, claps her hands together in delight. “A second date already? I knew that outfit would do the trick!” She tilts her head, studying you. “Though, honestly, it’s all you. You’ve got that whole mysterious, ‘I-can-punch-a-dragon-but-also-bake-you-cookies’ vibe going on.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Thanks, Sana. Pretty sure it wasn’t just the outfit, though.”

The banter is interrupted by the sharp sound of footsteps. You glance up to see a young woman approaching, her movements purposeful and her expression unreadable. She’s tall, composed, and intimidatingly poised—everything you’d expect from a daughter of Athena.

“Cece,” she says, her voice cool but not unkind.

You stand instinctively, Sana and I exchanging a glance behind you. “Hey…you must be Wonyoung,” you reply, a touch hesitant.

“I need a word,” she says, crossing her arms. Her gaze flickers briefly to me and Sana before settling back on you. “Alone.”

Your stomach tightens slightly, but you nod. “Sure.” You follow her a few paces away, aware of my watchful eyes on your back. I summon lethal tempo from the ether as this girl talks to you.

Once you’re out of earshot, but not eyeshot (I made sure of that) Wonyoung stops and turns to face you, her sharp features softened by the golden light. “I heard about your date with Yujin,” she begins, her tone neutral but tinged with something harder.

Your nerves spike. “Yeah, we had a great time,” you say cautiously.

She tilts her head, her expression unreadable. “Yujin is one of my closest friends,” she says slowly. “She’s kind, trusting, and—sometimes—too good for her own good. She doesn’t fall for people easily, but when she does, she gives her whole heart.”

You shift uncomfortably under her piercing gaze, but you hold your ground. “I really like her,” you say honestly. “I wouldn’t ask her out if I didn’t.”

Wonyoung takes a step closer, her voice dropping just slightly. “Good. Because if you hurt her, even accidentally, I will find you. And it won’t be pleasant.”

The weight of her words hangs in the air. There’s no malice in her tone, only a cold, unshakable certainty. You know better than to doubt her—Athena’s children are nothing if not precise in their threats.

You swallow hard, meeting her eyes. “I don’t plan on hurting her. Ever. I mean that.”

For a moment, she studies you, as if trying to decide whether you’re being sincere. Finally, she nods, her expression softening just slightly. “Good. Because she deserves someone who will treat her right.”

There’s a pause, and then she sighs, crossing her arms again. “Honestly, I don’t dislike you, Cece. You seem… decent. But Yujin’s happiness means a lot to me, so if you’re serious about her, then prove it. Show her that you’re worth her time.”

You nod firmly. “I will. I promise.”

Wonyoung holds your gaze for a beat longer, then steps back, her posture relaxing just slightly. “Alright,” she says, her voice lighter now. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As she walks away, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Sana and I are waiting for you when you return, both of us were grinning.

“Well?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes. “She just wanted to talk.”

“Talk?” Sana says, smirking. “That looked more like an interrogation.”

“Pretty sure I passed,” you reply with a small smile, though your heart’s still pounding. “Barely.”

I chuckle, clapping you on the shoulder. “If you survived that scary girl, you’ll be fine. Just don’t screw things up with Yujin, or you’ll have more than her to deal with.”

“Yeah,” you say, glancing in the direction Wonyoung disappeared. “Noted.”

A few days pass and you and Yujin go on a second, and a third, then a fourth, fifth, and sixth date, by that one the two of you have made it official y'all are truly dating. Which meant Wonyoung Sana, Eunbi (another friend of Yujin’s who I actually had a crush on) and I all had to endure y’all.

Wonyoung and Eunbi were cool. Wonyoung was one of the few people who I actually got into positive looping behavior with because she was one of the few people as smart as me.

The clang of metal and chatter fills the training grounds, but all I can focus on is Wonyoung’s voice, sharp and insistent like she’s trying to pierce me with her words alone. She stands across from me, arms crossed, her stance as calculated as her arguments.

“I’m telling you, the spear is the superior weapon,” she insists, her eyes narrowing at me. “It’s versatile, precise, and perfect for a demigod who needs to adapt on the fly.”

I lean casually on my training sword, letting her words roll off me like water on a shield. “Sure, if you want to poke monsters from a safe distance like some kind of scared tactician. A sword, on the other hand, is balanced and reliable. It’s the weapon of someone who’s not afraid to get up close and personal.”

Wonyoung snorts, her lips curling into a smirk that’s as irritating as it is strangely… I don’t know. Engaging? “Get up close and personal? Please. A sword is just a beginner’s weapon—something flashy for rookies who don’t know better.”

That gets a laugh out of me. “Flashy? You mean like you waving a spear around, pretending it takes more skill than it actually does?” I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to take the bait. She always does.

Her cheeks flush—not enough to call her out on it, but enough that I notice. “Pretending? Oh, please. At least I don’t need a sword to feel like a hero. Maybe you’re compensating for something, Long.”

There it is. I whistle low, shaking my head. “That’s rich, coming from someone who quotes Athena’s strategies like it’s gospel. Let me guess, you’ve got diagrams for how to defeat me in your back pocket?”

Her eyes flash, and I know I’ve struck a nerve. The thing is, I don’t mind arguing with Wonyoung. I kind of like it. There’s this weird energy between us—like every sharp word or sarcastic jab only fuels the fire. It’s not attraction. Definitely not. But something about it feels… satisfying.

“Don’t tempt me,” she shoots back, stepping closer like she’s ready to challenge me to a sparring match right here. “Unlike you, I don’t need to swing around a glorified kitchen knife to prove my point.”

I smirk, tilting my head. “You should work on your insults. That one’s getting old.”

“Maybe I just need a new audience,” she snaps, but there’s a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She’s enjoying this as much as I am, even if she won’t admit it.

From the corner of my eye, I catch you watching us, sitting under the oak tree with Yujin. The two of you are completely absorbed in each other, all smiles and whispers, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s disgustingly cute, but I can’t bring myself to be annoyed. You deserve this.

Yujin leans into you, her head resting against your shoulder as she laughs at something you say. Her fingers play absentmindedly with the hem of your sleeve, and you don’t seem to mind one bit. You tilt your head down, brushing your lips against her temple in a soft kiss that makes her cheeks flush a warm pink.

“Look at them,” you say, nodding toward us with a teasing grin. “They’ve been at it for twenty minutes.”

Yujin giggles, shifting closer to you so her hand rests lightly on your knee. “I know. It’s kind of hilarious. They act like they can’t stand each other, but you can tell, right?”

You smirk, your voice low and playful. “They’re having way too much fun arguing. It’s basically flirting.”

Flirting? I catch the word and glance over at you two. I frown, annoyed but not surprised. “Don’t you have better things to do than narrate our conversation?”

You grin, completely unbothered. “Not really. You two are way more entertaining than anything else going on right now.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Yujin chimes in, her hand now fully intertwined with yours. She leans her head against your shoulder again, sighing contentedly. “It’s like watching an old married couple.”

“Married couple?” Wonyoung and I say at the same time, turning toward you.

“See?” You gesture between us, laughing. “You’re even in sync.”

I groan, pointing my training sword angrily at you. “You’re lucky I like you, Cece.”

“You mean love me, big bro,” you tease, tilting your head toward Yujin and planting a kiss on her cheek. “But don’t worry, we’re not judging. You and Wonyoung make a cute couple.”

I roll my eyes. “Say that again, and I’m not going on that double date you asked me to do.”

You laugh, leaning into Yujin and resting your head against hers. “Relax, Long. You’re not fooling anyone.”

Meanwhile, Yujin’s attention is entirely on you. She shifts slightly, her free hand reaching up to trace the edge of your jawline. “You’re way too good at pushing his buttons,” she says softly, her voice dripping with affection.

“It’s a gift,” you reply with a grin, turning to capture her lips in a quick kiss that leaves her smiling shyly.

From across the field, I catch Wonyoung rolling her eyes at the display. “Do they always act like this?” she mutters.

I shrug. “ I don't know you're Yujin's best friend Cece is never this… mushy.” Wonyoung rolls her eyes

Her smirk returned. “Though I suppose it’s better than the alternative.”

“And what’s that?” I question genuinely intrigued

She smirks mischievously, “Watching you wave that sword around like it’s impressive.” she counters

I laugh despite myself, shaking my head. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

She steps closer, her smirk widening. “Not when I’m right.”

And just like that, we’re back at it. Wonyoung’s voice rises to meet mine, sharp and quick, every word a challenge. My grin grows wider, feeding off the fire in her eyes. We’re locked in another argument about weapon preferences and battle tactics, our voices echoing across the field.

From the corner of my eye, I catch you and Yujin sitting together, her head resting on your shoulder as she laughs at something you said. You’re watching us with that knowing smirk, nudging Yujin and whispering who-knows-what into her ear.

“Your brother’s at it again,” Yujin says, loud enough for me to hear.

“Oh, he’s always at it,” you reply, your voice teasing. “Think it’s gonna end in another draw?”

I glance at you both, narrowing my eyes. “I can hear you, you know.”

You just grin wider, shrugging. “Good! Means we don’t have to repeat ourselves.”

I turn back to Wonyoung, my competitive streak flaring even brighter under your commentary. “You know what?” I say, my tone shifting as I step closer to her. “Let’s settle this properly.”

Her brow arches, her hands on her hips as she gives me that infuriatingly smug look. “If you’re propositioning me for something indecent, Long, I’ll have you know I’m a noblewoman and—”

“No!” I interrupt, throwing up my hands. “Ew. Seriously. Granted, you’re gorgeous—anyone would be lucky to have you—but that’s not what I meant!”

From behind me, I hear you snicker. “Smooth,” you murmur to Yujin, who giggles.

Ignoring you both, I barrel ahead. “I’m talking about making a wager. Let’s put our skills to the test, once and for all.”

Wonyoung rolls her eyes, but I don’t miss the way her posture straightens, the spark of interest flickering across her face. “What could you possibly have that I’d want?”

I smirk, crossing my arms. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a chance to wield Lethal Tempo?”

Her eyes widen, the feigned disinterest slipping away. “Your enchanted weapon? The one that enhances physical and magical abilities and changes form?”

“That’s the one.”

She hesitates for half a second before nodding, the excitement in her voice barely contained. “Fine. You’re on.”

From the sidelines, Yujin gasps dramatically. “Oh, it’s serious now!”

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand. “Finally. Some entertainment.”

Wonyoung glares at you both. “What are the rules?”

“No holds barred. First to yield,” I say, meeting her gaze head-on.

She lets out a low hum of approval, spinning on her heel to grab her spear. Light flares around her as she summons two glowing orbs of Lumina magic, the air around her practically crackling. “Let’s go,” she says, her voice laced with exhilaration.

I ready myself, shadowy energy curling at my fingertips as my Noxus magic flares to life.

“Wait,” you whisper, loud enough for Yujin to hear. “He can do magic?”

Yujin nudges you. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“Didn’t know,” you reply, eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. “But this just got way more interesting.”

We race toward each other, spells colliding midair in bursts of light and shadow. Her Lumina magic clashes against my Noxus energy, canceling each other out as we close the gap. Our weapons meet with a loud clang, and for a moment, we’re locked in a bind, faces inches apart.

“Not bad,” she says, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Same to you,” I reply, pushing back with all my strength.

“You two should kiss!” you shout from the sidelines, earning a burst of laughter from Yujin.

Wonyoung’s face turns bright red, but her grip doesn’t falter. “Excuse me?!”

“Don’t let them distract you!” I hiss, though I’m pretty sure my own cheeks are burning.

The fight escalates, each of us pushing the other to our limits. When she lunges, light beams trailing behind her spear, I counter with a sweep of shadow flames. When I feint, she’s quick to dodge, her movements sharp and precise.

It’s exhilarating.

“You’re brilliant,” she says between breaths, her eyes gleaming.

“So are you,” I reply, meeting her next strike with a parry. “This is the first time I’ve fought someone who can keep up with me.”

Her smirk returns, and for a moment, I catch something in her gaze—something raw and real.

We clash one final time, our weapons coming to a halt: her spear at my throat, my blade at her heart. A perfect stalemate.

The world around us seems to fade as we stare at each other, breaths mingling, the adrenaline thrumming through my veins. For a moment, it feels like it’s just the two of us, stripped bare by the intensity of the fight.

But then the cheers from the crowd reach us, snapping the moment like a twig. We pull back at the same time, collapsing onto the grass, our energy spent.

As the crowd dissipates, Wonyoung turns her gaze toward me, her expression unreadable. You see her say something to me but you can’t make it out, as you get closer the only thing you can hear is

I blink, caught between amazement and mild embarrassment. “You notice everything, don’t you?”

“Only the interesting things,” she teases, leaning back.

Before I can respond, you and Yujin stroll over, grinning like you’ve won the lottery.

“Good fight, both of you!” you say, tossing a coin in the air. “And thanks for helping us make a fortune.”

I groan, rubbing my temples. “You’re impossible.”

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Yujin teases, walking over to you with a handful of coins. “But at least we made a killing off the bets.”

You flash me a grin, tossing a coin in the air. “Good fight, Long. Next time, maybe you’ll actually win.”

I groan, covering my face with one hand. “You’re impossible.”

Wonyoung laughs beside me, and when I glance at her, she’s smiling, her expression soft and full of something I can’t quite place.

It’s late afternoon, the kind of day that hints at the crisp bite of approaching twilight. Yujin and you are back to sitting under that oak tree near the training grounds, sharing a small bag of candied nuts that Yujin somehow always manages to have. You and her laughing about something—a joke, a shared memory, or maybe just the ease of each other’s company. As I watched the two of you I feel happy for you. You gone through so much and here you are happy with the love of your life,

A little further off, I lean against a low wall, fiddling with the edge of my jacket as Wonyoung waves goodbye. Our sparring match has left me both exhilarated and exhausted, though her words about my heritage linger more than I’d like to admit. I glance toward you and Yujin, catching the light playfulness between you two, and can’t help but smile. Lost in thought I don’t sense a soft presence approaching behind me.

“You’re staring,” Eunbi’s voice teases from behind me.

I turn to find her grinning at me, her spear resting casually on her shoulder. Her short blonde bob catches the sunlight just enough to make her look like some kind of celestial warrior. “Admiring the lovebirds?” she asks, nodding toward Yujin and you.

“Just thinking,” I say, a little defensive.

“Oh is someone jealous?” she says, her grin widening.

I roll my eyes. “No not really?”

Eunbi steps closer, her tone shifting from playful to a little more serious. “Well that’s good. Besides you have me don’t you”

I blink at her, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words, but before I can overthink it, you call out.

“Hey, Longinius! Eunbi! What are you two scheming about over there?”

Eunbi smirks and winks at me before turning to face you. “Oh, just talking about how cheesy and gross the two of you are.”

Yujin raises an eyebrow, leaning back on her hands. “Gross huh? We’ll see about that little Mrs Clingy.”

You shoot her a curious glance, already catching onto the playful rivalry brewing. “What are you suggesting?”

Eunbi crosses her arms, her smirk now fully playful. “Double date. Us four tonight.”

I choke on air. “Wait, what?”

Eunbi gives me a look, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What? Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little old me.”

Yujin grins, catching onto Eunbi’s energy. “And what exactly is this supposed prove?”

“Who’s the better couple,” Eunbi says matter-of-factly. “who has the better vibes, who just… wins.”

You bursts out laughing. “Wins? Is that even how dates work?”

“It is now,” Eunbi retorts, her confidence unshakable. I look at you then at Eunbi then back to you so confused.

You shrug to me and smile teasingly  thenYujin looks at you, a gleam in her eye. “What do you think? Ready to crush them?”

You grin and lean forward. “Oh, absolutely. We’re winning this.”

I groan, rubbing the back of my neck. “Do I get a say in this?”

“Nope,” Eunbi replies, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward you all. “C’mon, Long, we’ve got this. Let’s show them how it’s done.”

As we gather together, the lightness in the air feels contagious. I’m still not entirely sure how I ended up here, but the way Eunbi looks at me—half daring, half amused—keeps me from arguing.

“Alright,” Yujin says, standing up and brushing off her pants. “Meet back here in an hour. Best double date wins.”

You exchange a look with me and smirk. “Hope you’re ready, Long.”

I sigh, though I can’t quite keep the grin off my face. “Im so lost! What’s going on?”

Eunbi gives me a triumphant look, and we walk off together, already brainstorming plans. In the distance, I hear you and Yujin laughing, the sound carrying on the breeze.

You and Yujin go to Sana and Miyeon who were at the preparing to go on a date of their own. They look at you both and Sana says, “Oh look at the two lovebirds”

You smile and say, “We need your help, make us look like a better couple then Eunbi and Longinius.”

Sana smiled and Miyeon pouted as she looked at the two of you,

“What have you dragged Long into?” Miyeon asks suspicious

“Nothing,” Yujin lies innocently.

Sana being the love-drunk girl she was said, “who cares lets do it,”  

The smell of Sana’s floral perfume fills the room as she bustles around, her enthusiasm spilling over into every corner of the space. She rummages through a small chest of accessories, holding up necklaces, bracelets, and even a pair of matching rings with such fervor you’d think she was planning her own wedding.

“You’re lucky you came to me,” Sana declares, draping a shimmering scarf over Yujin’s shoulders. “If there’s anyone who knows romance, it’s yours truly.”

Yujin wiggles her shoulders and smirks at you. “Do I look fancy yet?”

“Like a bedazzled peacock,” Miyeon mutters from her seat by the vanity, one leg crossed over the other as she absently flips through a book of enchantments.

“Hey!” Sana shoots her a glare before turning back to you and Yujin with an exaggerated sigh. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just bitter she wasn’t invited to compete.”

Miyeon raises an eyebrow, leaning back with an air of indifference. “I have better things to do than play dating games with children.” She pauses, smirking slyly. “Besides, I’d win without even trying.”

Yujin bursts out laughing. “Bold claim, Miyeon. Too bad we’ll never know.”

Meanwhile, you’re sitting on the edge of the room, watching as Sana holds up different outfits in front of Yujin like she’s designing a mannequin. Finally, Sana turns her attention to you, her eyes narrowing as she sizes you up.

“Alright, Cece. Your turn.”

You blink, startled. “My turn? I’m fine—”

“Fine?!” Sana gasps, clutching her chest like you’ve just insulted her honor. “Honey, this is a competition! You can’t just show up fine. You have to look stunning. Jaw-dropping. Completely untouchable.”

Miyeon glances up from her book, smirking. “Good luck with that. Cece isn’t exactly the glamorous type.”

You shoot Miyeon a look. “I can clean up when I want to.”

“Prove it,” Miyeon says, her tone challenging.

Sana claps her hands together, practically vibrating with excitement. “Yes! That’s the spirit! Now, come here and let me work my magic.”

Reluctantly, you step forward as Sana drapes a shawl around your shoulders, tilts your head to the side, and squints like she’s trying to unlock some great cosmic mystery.

“Hmm… We need something that says confident but approachable,” she muses. “Romantic but not trying too hard. Oh! I know—Miyeon, toss me that charm.”

Miyeon barely glances up. “Which one?”

“The one for confidence!”

With a sigh, Miyeon flicks her wrist, and a small charm on a chain floats across the room into Sana’s waiting hand. She immediately hooks it onto a bracelet and clasps it around your wrist.

“There,” Sana says with a grin. “Now you’re practically glowing. Yujin won’t be able to take their eyes off you.”

“Yujin already can’t take their eyes off her,” Miyeon deadpans, earning a playful shove from Yujin.

You glance down at the charm, then back up at Sana. “Does this actually do anything?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she says, waving her hand dramatically. “It amplifies your natural charm. Trust me, by the end of tonight, everyone in town will be talking about how perfect you two are together.”

Yujin sidles up next to you, sliding an arm around your waist. “I mean, they’re not wrong,” she says, flashing you a grin that makes your heart race.

Miyeon rolls her eyes but doesn’t hide the faint smile tugging at her lips. “Alright, lovebirds. You’re as ready as you’ll ever be. Go knock ‘em dead—or at least don’t embarrass yourselves too badly.”

Sana steps back, admiring her handiwork one last time. “You two are going to crush them. Eunbi and Longinius won’t even know what hit them.”

Yujin winks at her. “Thanks, Sana. We owe you one.”

“You owe me three,” she corrects, shooing you both toward the door. “Now go! And remember, confidence is key!”

As you and Yujin leave the room, Miyeon leans back in her chair with a sigh. “You realize they’re going to take all the credit if they win, right?”

Sana smiles, sitting next to her and watching you both disappear down the hall. “That’s fine. I already know who the real mastermind is.”

As we gather back under the oak tree, the group’s energy is buzzing with excitement and a bit of playful tension. You, Yujin, and Eunbi look fantastic—Sana’s and Miyeon’s handiwork evident in every detail of your outfits and the effortless confidence you radiate. Then there’s me: trying my best to look presentable despite my height and less-than-tailored wardrobe. But the teasing grin on Eunbi’s face as she surveys me tells me I’ve at least passed her test.

We set off toward the first stop on our double date: a local chicken wing spot that you and I have loved for years. It’s one of those places where the smell of spices and crispy fried food greets you before you even step inside. The warm, familiar scent makes me feel like this might actually be a fun evening.

As soon as we arrive, your face lights up with pure joy, the kind that’s infectious. Yujin notices immediately, her brow quirking in curiosity as she glances between you and the restaurant.

“I love chicken wings!” you say, practically bouncing in place. Then, with even more enthusiasm, you add, “This is my favorite spot in town!”

Yujin’s expression softens, a small smile creeping onto her lips. “I had no idea you liked wings this much,” she says, slipping her arm around your waist as we head inside.

The four of us are seated at a booth near the back. The table is already stocked with rolls of paper towels, wet wipes, and an intimidatingly large menu. You and I launch into a discussion about which flavors to order, while Yujin and Eunbi exchange amused glances.

“You two are like kids in a candy store,” Yujin teases.

“Let them be,” Eunbi chimes in. “Chicken wings are serious business.”

After placing our orders—half the menu, it feels like—we settle in. As we wait for the food, the conversation drifts toward memories and stories. Yujin rests her chin on her hand, looking at you with a softness in her eyes.

“You’ve got to tell me,” she says. “What’s the story with this place? How’d it become your favorite?”

You smile, leaning back against the booth as you explain. “When I first got here, I didn’t know many people. This place was one of the first spots I found on my own. I’d come here after training, or when I needed to clear my head. It became like… my little safe haven.”

Yujin nods, her gaze steady on you. “That makes sense. You’ve always had a way of making things feel special, even something as simple as a wing spot.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a faint blush on your cheeks. “It’s not that deep.”

“It is to me,” Yujin says, her voice quiet but sure.

The table falls into a comfortable silence for a moment before you glance at her. “What about you? Any places like that for you?”

Yujin tilts her head, thinking. “There’s this lake near my hometown. It’s surrounded by these big, old trees, and the water’s so clear you can see straight to the bottom. I used to go there all the time, just to think. It’s where I made some of my biggest decisions.”

“Like what?” you ask, curious.

Yujin hesitates, her gaze dropping to the table for a second before she looks back up at you. “Like deciding to come here. And… deciding that when I found someone who felt like home, I’d never let them go.”

The weight of her words lingers in the air, and for a moment, it’s like the rest of us aren’t even there. Yujin reaches for your hand across the table, her fingers brushing yours lightly.

“What about the future?” you ask softly.

Yujin smiles, a little mischievous but entirely sincere. “The future? I don’t know all the details yet, but I do know one thing: it’s you.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Me?”

She nods, her grin widening. “I mean, yeah. You, me… maybe a house. Maybe a ring.”

Your eyes widen, and Eunbi nearly chokes on her water.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I interject, laughing nervously. “Are we seriously talking about this over chicken wings?”

Yujin shrugs, completely unfazed. “Why not? Wings are sacred, and so is this conversation.”

Eunbi shakes her head, muttering, “You’re all nuts.”

You, meanwhile, are still staring at Yujin, trying to gauge if she’s joking. But the look in her eyes tells you she’s not—not entirely, at least.

The arrival of the wings breaks the tension, and we dive into the feast, the conversation taking on a lighter tone. But the weight of Yujin’s words hangs in the back of my mind, and I can’t help but glance at you occasionally, wondering if you’re thinking about them too.

The four of us spend the rest of the meal laughing, debating the best wing flavors, and wiping sauce off our faces. It’s chaotic and messy, but it’s perfect in its own way—a night that feels like it could be the start of something bigger.

As the meal goes on, the atmosphere grows even more comfortable, and Yujin seems to have this way of zeroing in on you, Cece, that’s impossible to miss. Her attention is undivided, her questions thoughtful and genuinely curious.

“So,” Yujin says, picking up another wing, “did you always want to be this fearless, tough adventurer? Or was there ever a version of you who wanted something totally different?”

You pause mid-bite, caught off guard by the question. “I mean… I don’t know about fearless. I just wanted to prove I could handle myself, you know? Growing up, it was always like, ‘Oh, Cece can’t do this,’ or ‘Cece isn’t tough enough.’ So I guess I leaned into that—became someone who didn’t need anyone else to stand up for her.”

Yujin nods, her expression soft but intrigued. “That’s admirable. But you know, being strong doesn’t mean you can’t let someone else take care of you once in a while.”

You frown, a little defensive. “I don’t need anyone to—”

“I know you don’t need it,” Yujin interrupts gently, her eyes locking on yours. “But don’t you think you deserve it?”

That catches you off guard. The words hang between you two, and for a moment, you’re not sure how to respond. Slowly, your posture shifts—less rigid, more open.

“I… never really thought about it that way,” you admit, your voice quieter now.

Yujin smiles, her hand brushing yours on the table in a gesture so casual yet so intentional. “Well, you should. You deserve someone who sees you for all of it—your strength, your independence, but also the parts of you that don’t always have to fight.”

Your cheeks flush a little, and you find yourself toying with the edge of your napkin. “That’s… really sweet of you to say.”

Eunbi snorts from her side of the booth, breaking the moment. “Wow, Yujin, laying it on thick, huh?”

“Jealous?” Yujin fires back, completely unfazed.

Eunbi rolls her eyes, and I try not to laugh, but your focus remains on Yujin, who is now leaning in just slightly, her tone turning conspiratorial.

“So tell me,” she says, her voice dropping just enough to feel intimate, “what’s the girliest thing you’ve ever done?”

Your eyes narrow, though there’s a flicker of amusement in them. “Are you trying to say I’m not girly?”

“Not at all,” Yujin replies smoothly. “I just want to know what soft side you’re hiding under all that tough-girl charm.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “I can be soft! I… I’ve braided someone’s hair before. And I’m not terrible at it.”

Yujin grins, leaning back in her seat. “See? There it is. I knew there was a softer side to you.”

You try to hold onto your tough demeanor, but the way Yujin’s looking at you—like you’re the most fascinating person in the room—starts to melt your defenses.

“Alright,” you say, a bit more shyly now. “Maybe I like… flowers. A little. And pretty jewelry. Sometimes.”

Yujin’s smile grows. “There we go. What kind of flowers?”

“Why do you care so much?” you ask, your voice a little high-pitched as you try to deflect.

“Because,” Yujin says, her tone teasing but gentle, “if I’m going to spoil you one day, I should probably know what to get.”

That does it. Your tough-girl exterior crumbles entirely as your face turns bright red. “Spoil me?”

“Of course,” Yujin says, reaching across the table to take your hand in hers. “You deserve it, remember?”

Your fingers instinctively curl around hers, and you find yourself smiling—soft, bashful, and entirely out of character for the version of you everyone else knows.

Eunbi, watching this unfold, shakes her head. “Yujin, you’ve got her wrapped around your finger.”

Yujin glances at you, her expression smug yet affectionate. “She’s not the only one.”

I exchange a glance with Eunbi, and we both try not to laugh as you sit there, completely entranced by Yujin. It’s as if every wall you’ve built has been gently nudged aside, leaving you free to just… be.

By the time the wings arrive, the dynamic between you and Yujin has shifted entirely. Where you were once the confident, tough adventurer, you’re now sneaking glances at Yujin, blushing at her jokes, and even giggling when she teases you. It’s clear to anyone watching: you’re utterly lovestruck.

As the plates of chicken wings arrive, you’re practically glowing with excitement. The scent alone has you grabbing the first piece with zero hesitation, diving in with such gusto that it’s hard not to admire your enthusiasm.

Yujin watches you with an amused smile, taking her time as she picks up her first wing. “Wow,” she teases, “I’ve never seen someone eat wings like they’re on a mission.”

You shoot her a playful glare, your cheeks puffed slightly with food. “Don’t judge me. This is serious business.”

“Oh, I’m not judging,” Yujin replies, leaning closer as if sharing a secret. “I’m just trying to figure out how someone so cute can also be so intense.”

You pause mid-bite, a faint blush creeping up your neck. “Cute?” you mumble, trying to hide your reaction.

“Mm-hmm,” Yujin hums, taking a bite of her own wing. “Though maybe a little messy.”

You frown, swallowing quickly. “Messy?”

She gestures toward your chin, where a tiny streak of sauce clings. Without a word, Yujin grabs a napkin, leans in, and gently wipes the spot clean. The casual intimacy of the gesture has your breath catching, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you.

“There,” she says softly, her eyes meeting yours. “Perfect.”

You blink at her, feeling suddenly shy but also oddly warm. “I—I could’ve done that myself, you know.”

“Sure,” Yujin says, her grin teasing. “But then I wouldn’t have an excuse to pamper you.”

Your lips twitch, and you try to fight the smile threatening to break through. “You’re really laying it on thick, huh?”

“Am I?” she replies innocently, though the sparkle in her eyes gives her away.

Eunbi, sitting across from you two, clears her throat loudly. “Okay, seriously, do you two need a separate table or something?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Yujin quips, her gaze still fixed on you.

You roll your eyes but can’t suppress the laugh bubbling out of you. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Yujin says with a wink, grabbing another wing as if this entire exchange is the most natural thing in the world.

As the meal continues, Yujin keeps up her playful banter, finding small ways to keep the focus on you. Whether it’s comparing whose wing sauce is spicier or mock-pouting when you finish the last of the honey garlic wings, she seems determined to draw out every smile and laugh you have.

At one point, she offers you the last piece from her plate, holding it up with a grin. “Here, take it. It’s the best one.”

“No way,” you say, shaking your head. “It’s yours.”

“Cece,” she says, her tone soft but teasing. “Take it. You’ve already stolen my heart. What’s one more wing?”

You groan at the cheesy line, but your smile betrays you as you take the offered wing. “You’re impossible,” you say again, though this time your voice is lighter, softer.

“And yet,” Yujin says, leaning her chin on her hand as she watches you eat, “here we are.”

Eunbi and I exchange glances from the other side of the booth, both of us trying not to laugh. It’s clear that Yujin’s relentless charm is wearing you down, and honestly, it’s kind of adorable to watch you go from cool and composed to completely flustered in her presence.

By the time the plates are cleared and the conversation shifts, you’re sitting a little closer to Yujin than before, and there’s an undeniable warmth in the air that even Eunbi’s occasional snark can’t dampen.

After we eat, Eunbi and I finally concede. Competing with Yujin and you feels pointless—it’s clear you’ve already won. Instead, we relax and let the night settle into an easy camaraderie as we all walk back to the country club/community center, the cool evening air filled with the quiet hum of conversation and laughter.

As we near the entrance, I stop and turn to you. “Oh, Cece, quick reminder—I won’t be here tomorrow. Or, uh, the rest of the week.”

You blink at me, confused. “Wait, what? Why?”

“It’s the Huntress Moon and Half-Blood’s Giving,” I explain casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Your expression shifts as recognition dawns. “Oh, right. Yeah. So where are you heading this time?”

“The sequoias and redwoods,” I say, stuffing my hands into my jacket pockets.

Eunbi perks up, her eyes lighting with interest. “That sounds like fun. Can I come?”

I shrug, smiling faintly. “Sure. Why not?”

Yujin, looking increasingly baffled, tilts her head. “Wait, hold on—why is Long disappearing for two weeks? What is this Huntress Moon thing?”

You laugh, clearly amused at her confusion. “It’s… complicated.”

Yujin’s brows knit together, and you, ever patient, decide to elaborate. “Okay, so Artemis and her Huntresses come by once a year for the Huntress Moon. They team up with some of the major half-bloods—Percy, Annabeth, Piper, Reyna, Nico, and a few others—for a week of friendly competitions.”

“Friendly competitions?” Yujin echoes, clearly skeptical.

“Think Capture the Flag, archery contests, obstacle courses,” you say, grinning. “It’s basically Camp Half-Blood on steroids. Everyone gets really into it.”

“Okay…” Yujin says slowly, still trying to piece it together. “But why is Longinius leaving did he do something to  Artemis? I know the Huntresses were… you know, anti-guys, but they typically tolerate them?”

You smirk at the question, clearly anticipating it. “Oh, she Artemis hates Long and my other bestie Dio. She thinks they the reason I left the Huntresses.”

Eunbi and Yujin both squint at you, intrigued. “Wait,” Eunbi says, clearly fishing for drama. “Is he?”

You pause for dramatic effect, your expression unreadable for just a moment, before delivering the punchline with perfect timing: “No. Sana is.”

Eunbi snorts, and I can’t help but laugh along. It’s the way you say it every time—so dry, so deadpan—it gets me every single time.

Yujin, however, turns a noticeable shade of red. “Do you still like Sana?” she asks, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

“What? No!” you say, mock-offended. Then you flash her a playful grin, your tone shifting to something softer. “She’s way too old for me now—especially since I have a lovely lady like you.”

The words make Yujin’s blush deepen, and her embarrassment melts into a smile. “You’re so cheesy,” she murmurs before leaning in to pull you into a kiss.

Eunbi groans dramatically. “Alright, that’s our cue,” she says, grabbing my arm and steering me toward the exit.

I glance back just long enough to see you and Yujin completely lost in each other before Eunbi nudges me. “C’mon, let’s give them some privacy before we turn into third and fourth wheels.”

We step out into the crisp night air, and I chuckle under my breath. “So… you still up for the sequoias?”

“Absolutely,” Eunbi says with a grin. “Anything to avoid being caught in that level of PDA again.”

As we walk off, the distant laughter and warmth from you and Yujin linger behind us.

The next day, the sun hangs high in the crisp blue sky as you and Yujin sit near the gates of the camp, waiting for the others to arrive. It’s quieter than usual, with most of the employees and persons of interest busy preparing for the week’s festivities. Yujin leans back on her hands, watching the horizon as if expecting a battalion to march in at any moment.

“So,” she begins casually, glancing over at you. “You never really told me—what was it like being with the Huntresses?”

You shrug, the corners of your lips twitching in a small smile. “Strict, disciplined, a little overwhelming sometimes. But also… freeing, in a way. It’s like being part of a sisterhood. You know everyone’s got your back.”

Yujin hums thoughtfully before asking, “Then why’d you leave? Was it really because of Sana?”

You chuckle, a bit sheepishly, and nod. “Sort of. I had this… puppy love crush on her. You know how it is—being young, being dumb, thinking someone’s the coolest person in the world.”

Yujin raises an eyebrow, smirking. “And let me guess, she knew.”

“Oh, she definitely knew,” you say, laughing now. “But Sana was always kind about it. She never made me feel bad or embarrassed, even when I started realizing it wasn’t going anywhere. Still, it was distracting, and Artemis… well, let’s just say she doesn’t tolerate distractions. So I left.”

Yujin leans in a little, her expression softening. “Do you ever regret it?”

“Not for a second,” you say, meeting her gaze. “Leaving the Huntresses let me meet people like you. And honestly? You’re worth it.”

Yujin grins, her cheeks coloring faintly. “You’re so cheesy, you know that?”

Before you can reply, the air grows colder, a stillness settling over the camp. The distant sound of hooves and footsteps reaches your ears, and you both turn toward the woods. Emerging from the tree line is Artemis, flanked by her Huntresses. The goddess of the hunt looks every bit as regal and commanding as you remember, her silver hair catching the sunlight, her moonlit eyes scanning the camp like a hawk.

“Here we go,” you mutter under your breath as Yujin straightens beside you.

Artemis approaches with a measured grace, her Huntresses fanning out behind her. She stops a few paces away, her gaze locking onto you.

“Cece,” she says, her voice as cool as a winter morning. “Where is the boy? The one who follows you like a shadow.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Dio and Long? One's not coming and the other already gone you have nothing to worry about.”

Artemis narrows her eyes slightly, as if trying to gauge your honesty, then shifts her attention to Yujin. “And you are?”

“Yujin,” she replies, offering a polite nod. “Cece’s girlfriend.”

Artemis tilts her head, her expression unreadable. “A mortal?”

“No,” Yujin says with a small smile. “Aphrodite legacy.”

Artemis considers this, her piercing gaze flicking between the two of you. “You have potential. Have you considered joining the Huntresses? A life free of mortal attachments, dedicated to something greater—”

“Thank you,” Yujin interrupts gently, “but I’m happy where I am.” She glances at you, her smile widening. “With Cece.”

Before Artemis can respond, Yujin leans in and kisses you, a soft, lingering gesture that sends warmth rushing through you. When she pulls back, her grin is both playful and defiant.

Artemis exhales sharply through her nose, clearly displeased but not entirely surprised. Her gaze shifts back to you, her expression tightening. “So he’s not the reason you left,” she mutters, almost to herself.

“Nope,” you say with a hint of amusement. “But I’ve got to say, I’m really glad I did.”

Artemis doesn’t reply, though her lips press into a thin line. She turns on her heel, motioning for her Huntresses to follow. As they move deeper into the facility , one of the younger Huntresses shoots you a sly grin before jogging to catch up with the group.

You and Yujin exchange a glance, and she smirks. “Think she’ll ever let it go?”

“Probably not,” you reply with a laugh, taking her hand. “But who cares? I’ve got you.”

The two of you watch as Artemis and her Huntresses disappear into the community center/country club thing.

The sun reaches its peak, bathing the area in golden light as the unmistakable sound of approaching voices and footsteps filters through the woods. You and Yujin sit side by side, your fingers lightly intertwined as the air grows lively with anticipation. From beyond the tree line, figures begin to emerge, each one carrying a unique presence that sets the atmosphere abuzz.

First comes Percy, his dark hair tousled as if he’d just stepped off a wave. He’s flanked by Annabeth, her sharp gray eyes scanning the camp like she’s already analyzing every potential strategy for the upcoming competitions.

“Yo, Cece!” Percy calls out with his trademark grin, throwing a hand up in greeting.

“Hey, seaweed brain!” you shout back, smirking as Annabeth elbows him lightly for the nickname.

Behind them are Piper and Reyna, walking in step despite their contrasting energies. Piper’s laid-back aura is underscored by the ever-present glint of her dagger, while Reyna’s commanding presence seems to draw everyone’s attention without her even trying.

“Good to see you again, Cece,” Reyna says with a respectful nod as Piper flashes you a friendly smile.

The next group to arrive includes Nico, whose dark attire and quiet demeanor contrast starkly with the cheery gold glow that seems to follow Hazel and Frank. Magnus and his friends aren’t far behind, the son of Frey already chatting animatedly with Frank about some shared Norse and Roman connection.

“Wow,” Yujin murmurs beside you, squeezing your hand. “So many legends in one place.”

You grin, leaning a little closer to her. “It’s not every day all the major half-bloods get together. Trust me, it’s always a bit chaotic—but in a good way.”

As the crowd filters in, introductions are exchanged, and the energy becomes electric. Percy and Magnus immediately start comparing weapons, while Piper and Annabeth get into a friendly debate about which Greek hero would win in a sparring match.

Hazel and Frank join you and Yujin, their warm smiles making her feel welcome. “So, you’re Cece’s girlfriend?” Hazel asks, her tone kind but curious.

“Yeah,” Yujin says with a confident smile. “And you’re the couple everyone talks about, right? The power duo?”

Frank rubs the back of his neck, blushing slightly, while Hazel laughs. “Something like that. Welcome to the chaos.”

A short distance away, Nico is already rolling his eyes as Magnus tries to rope him into a conversation about the underworld. “I’m just saying,” Magnus insists, “Hel and Hades could totally—”

“No,” Nico interrupts flatly, crossing his arms.

Artemis and her Huntresses remain at the edge of the clearing, observing the gathering with a quiet intensity. Artemis occasionally glances in your direction, her expression unreadable. You meet her gaze for a moment, feeling a sense of closure in the acknowledgment.

The facility feels alive now, buzzing with the kind of energy that only comes when heroes gather. Yujin nudges you with her shoulder, pulling your attention back to her.

“So,” she says, her voice soft but full of excitement, “what’s the plan for all of this?”

You smile, the warmth in your chest matching the golden afternoon light. “Friendly competitions, maybe a little chaos, and definitely some memories we won’t forget.”

She laughs, leaning her head against your shoulder as the rest of the group continues to mingle. For the first time in a long time, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be—surrounded by friends, legends, and the girl who makes it all worthwhile.

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𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐤 | 𝐣.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

a/n: sorry for the lack of content. happy to be back posting my favourite couple

summary: having to explain how babies are made to two five year olds isn't easy.

warnings: children

word count: 1.2k

birdie & jack masterlist

Seven months later

"Mommy?" Little Lake was munching on his Cheerios, his eyes trained on me, a full-on question. I nearly brushed my hand through his brown hair, it was well overdue that we needed a haircut (Jack included). Lake’s hair was beginning to curl at the ends, while Lowen’s had taken longer considering the gum that he had gotten stuck in his hair a couple of months before. 

Switching Amara on my other hip as she held her apple sauce drink in her hands squeezing at the package in hopes that she would be able to suck out anything else. “Yes, baby?” I asked, pulling the drink from the little blonde’s hands to which she whined, I shook my head at her and she made grabby hands towards her father.

Jack only smiled at the girl, taking her from my arms before setting her on his lap so that he could finish eating his toast. He held it out to the little girl to which she nearly bit off his finger while eating it. I leaned down kissing the little girl’s cheek whispering a soft, “good girl” watching as Jack gave me a glare.

Jack was sipping at his apple juice, since he loved it so much, claiming that it was better than orange juice (yes, I argued with him multiple times that orange juice was better). Amara watched her Dad and reached for her cup beginning to drink at it too.

“Where do babies come from?” Lake asked, his voice full of concern as his twin perked up at the question eager to also find out. 

Jack spit out his juice at the question, while I paused watching my husband and then the little girl in his arms follow exactly what her father did, spitting out her juice and then giggling but Jack was so stunned that he didn’t notice the spill on his leg. 

“Jack!” I scolded, tapping his shoulder rather harshly, face cloth in hand wiping at our daughter’s face where she decided that she needed to spit out her drink. I pulled her from his lap, to which her bottom lip came out, missing her father’s arms already. 

Jack coughed, trying to regain his breath. The boys looked toward their father who only sputtered, they looked at me next. Wide innocent eyes and I debated on what I should do, whether it was appropriate or not. We had promised that we wouldn’t lie to our boys but we had already played along with Santa, the Easter Bunny and many other mythical creatures, plus were they truly old enough to understand any of it yet?

Within their childhood, I had already had one kid, another one only four weeks old in my stomach. We had told the boys as quickly as Jack had found out, we knew that it was inevitable that the boys would find out, and they treated their little sister so well, what was one more? 

My husband looked toward me for guidance and I shrugged. “They’re boys, J. Mara and I will just understand each other won’t we, sweet girl?” I cooed at her to which she smiled at me at the newfound nickname. I knew that I would take my twelve months leave with the new baby, Amara wouldn’t be with the Nanny for too long if you counted eight more months. 

Amara grabbed onto my nose, squeezing softly, her small nails pressing into the skin and I shook my head at her. The three boys sat at the table, seemingly waiting for me to say something but it was only a couple of days ago that Jack had complained that he wanted more time with the boys, saying that they clung onto me way too much (which was very true). 

I sighed at the silence, my free hand placing itself on my husband’s shoulders. “You boys actually want to know?” I whispered loudly like it was some secret and even Jack gave a confused look eager to hear me out. The twins nodded eagerly, wide eyes and practically on the edge of their seats with how excited they looked knowing some secrets. “Truth is, there are such things as storks that come to drop off babies at hospitals. We sign a bunch of forms, they run some tests on the mommies to make sure that it’s her baby, and we get to go home with the baby.”

My husband raised his brow at me, looking towards the boys whose mouths made an ‘o’ shape as if it was the realization. “That makes a lot of sense, Annabelle was telling me that it had to do with ‘the birds and the bees’. I don’t know what she meant.” Lowen explained, to which Lake nodded along. The two got out of their seats walking towards their lunches to grab them and make their way into the car.

Jack also stood up from his spot, kissing my cheek and then Amara’s, “Nice save,” He commented, and I only grinned in response, tapping my lips gently so he could get the hint. He didn’t waste another second stealing a kiss from me, hoping to make it last but Amara pushed his face away. Pursing her own lips in an attempt. I laughed at the girl, adjusting her higher on my hip watching as my husband kissed the little girl on her lips as she smiled satisfied.

“Did you get a kiss from Daddy, sweet girl? Hm?” I asked her as she gurgled in response. Surprisingly she hadn’t said her first word but there were many bets placed between our families that her first word would be “Dada” or something along the lines but I knew that it was going to be something else. Call it mother’s instinct if you will. I looked towards Jack who had seemed to admire us, “You’re going to make the boys late, J. You’ll be back with your girl right after you drop off the boys.”

“My girls, you mean.” He corrected me and I gave him an adoring look before placing my hand on his back, nudging him forward hinting towards the time. He only nodded in response, kissing my cheek briefly before racing out the door.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Mrs, Laurier, we had an incident today.” Lake’s teacher, Miss. Calvin, walked up to me as the boys were ushered into the SUV beginning to talk amongst each other. We had thought that it was best that to separate the boys young, it gave them more to talk about in the car and sometimes twins created more chaos together rather than separately.

My brows raised, motioning her to continue as I closed the car door. “There was an argument that broke out between some kids, including Lake. Something about that storks were bringing his new sibling? Our Principal said that we don’t condone lying so we’re going to need you to tell your boy that he’s wrong.” She explained a nervous smile on her face that told me, she didn’t believe in anything she was saying. 

I barely even paused shrugging my shoulders, “Okay,” Was the only thing I said before walking to the other side of the vehicle. 

She waved at me, smiling, “See you tomorrow!”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” I mumbled pulling out of the pick-up area, biting the inside of my cheek. Holding me back from parking and storming into the Principal’s office and screaming at her. Who were teachers to tell parents how to parent their children? We certainly don’t tell them how to do their job.

There was no way I was going back to that place, and Jack would agree as he always did

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It's Always Been You - Chapter 6

james potter x fem!reader

summary - Maybe it was an attempt to get over him, or maybe it was just from embarrassment, but you'd decided to avoid James. The only problem was, your best friend was making that very, very difficult to do.

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The weekend had ended without excitement, if you don't count kissing your best friend and practically getting rejected by said best friend the next day to be excitement.

As much as you willed it not to, the events of the past two days played in your mind well into Monday, perhaps being the reason why you skipped out on breakfast in the Great Hall and showed up to Defense Against the Dark Arts with hardly a minute to spare before class started.

Your professor this year, Professor Higglebottom, silly as her name was, was the adventurous type and always started class with some hands-on interaction. That's why you all crowded against the walls instead of taking a seat at one of the desks in the front of the room.

You were sandwiched between Marlene and Sirius, the latter you knew was trying to get you to respond to his whispers. You weren't much in the mood for whatever kind of conversation he was trying to spark up, especially not after the one you'd had with him last night that you most definitely did not lose sleep over.

"Alright class," your professor announced. Her bob haircut bounced lightly as she took quick circling steps before your class's waiting eyes. "Let's begin with a quick review of last week's shielding charm. Pair up with a classmate and practice, and no harmful hexes this time, yes?"

With a snicker from across the room, Higglebottom waved her wand and the desks all gracefully swept into organized rows against the far wall, leaving the center of the room open for spell practice.

Within the blink of an eye half the room had begun to shuffle around in search of a partner, and it hit you with a surge in your chest that you and James always paired up in this class. You stayed rooted in your spot against the wall for a second, looking around amongst the chaos. Sure enough, that head of curls and those eyes like honey were on the other side of the room, searching the crowd for someone—for you.

Maybe you weren't exactly thinking in that moment, but you acted before you had time to consider much of anything.

"Hey Alice!" your voice was raised to almost a shout that alarmed even you, and Alice turned to you in surprise.

"Hey," she said, and before she could get another word out you were practically running to her.

"Could we be partners?"

You figured that it might've been the desperate look in your eyes that had her nodding yes, but it didn't matter because at least you didn't have to pair up with James. Facing that awkwardness and ignoring the twinge in your chest whenever you saw him seemed impossible right then.

You walked over to the front left corner of the room with Alice, catching James in your peripheral. He was watching you, you knew he was. It only made avoiding him even more difficult in your heart.

You began practicing with Alice as Higglebottom instructed, though you put up your shielding charm with just a fraction of a second left before Alice's stunning spell would've sent you flying.

"Woah," she said, and you took a second to shake out your arm before preparing for the next round. "You alright?"

"What?" you asked, half listening. "Yeah. Just slow reflexes, I guess. Sorry." She sent another shining blue stream at you from her wand. "Protego!"

This time you blocked it properly, but it didn't leave Alice feeling satisfied.

"It's just," she began, flicking her wand again wordlessly. "Don't you usually partner up with Potter?"

You tried your best to contain any reaction, focusing on saying the spells as instructed. You shrugged. "I don't know, I wouldn't say always."

Alice laughed. "Okay, so ninety-nine out of a hundred times, then." You gave her a look that was half joking half annoyed, and she smiled with a tilt of her and a gesture that said it was your turn to aim some spells her way. You flicked your wand with a wordless spell, and she put up her shield in no time, continuing. "I was just wondering if everything was okay, is all."

"No, yeah, everything's fine." Your shoulders felt tense as you sent out another spell. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, for one thing, he keeps looking over here." As much as you tried not to let her words affect you, the thought of them made your heart race and your forehead crinkle anxiously.

You shook your head busily, lips tight. "Don't know why he would be." That was a lie of course, and you knew it deep in your bones as you said it. You fought the urge to ask her exactly how he was looking at you as you sent another spell her way. "Rictusempra!"

Alice deflected the spell with yet another shield from her wand, and you could feel your focus slipping from you with every exchange between the two of you on the topic. "Maybe he wants to talk to you?" she reasoned, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

"I'd rather not." With that, you prepared another spell.

Alice glanced at something somewhere behind you. "Well he's coming this way."

"What?"

You panicked, and your spell shot completely in the wrong direction, aiming diagonally at Higglebottom's desk instead. You cringed as your gust of wind had a stack of papers go flying, falling through the air without any grace.

Everyone in the room stopped their dueling at the commotion, and Higglebottom let out a tiny gasp from her position across the room. You stood there, stunned. But somehow, the most mortifying part of it to you was the sight of James watching it all unfold a few feet away from you, looking like he both wanted to laugh and ask you a thousand questions that you didn't know the answer to.

"Well, that's alright," rang Higglebottom, and you could've ran up and hugged her when she clapped her hands and made everyone go back to practicing spells. That included James, who wandered back over to a smug looking Sirius. She daintily pointed her wand towards the mess and it was cleaned up in a matter of seconds, though your embarrassment lingered deep in the pit of your stomach and refused to leave you.

Your professor had spent the rest of the class going over proper spell-casting stances and dueling strategies, and you'd found that the more you focused on your classes, the less your head seemed to run amuck with thoughts of a certain someone.

You'd spent the rest of rest of the day doing just that, paying attention to your professors' lessons for every class like your life depended on it, and speeding off in between each one.

By the time you made it to Potions you felt like your mind was finally calming down, though the world loved to test your patience. You had to walk straight past James on your way to your seat—the seat that was right in front of his—and he didn't give you the grace of pretending not to see you. His eyes followed you the whole way to your seat, and somehow it felt like you could still feel them lingering on the back of your head as you sat down. You sighed; if he could do you the favor of picking up on your attempt to get over him and just go along with it, your life would be a whole lot easier.

"You alright?"

You turned to see Sebastian sitting in his seat next to you, looking as dashing as ever with his tie undone from the uncharacteristically warm weather that day. The fact hadn't left you that Sebastian was apparently a top prospect for girls in your year looking to find a date.

He looked at you with concern, though his expression was still warm. He was the second person to ask you that that day.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you said back, though the way he looked at you made you feel suddenly insecure. You patted at the back of your hair. "Do I not look it?"

"No, no," came Sebastian quickly, laughing slightly. "You look great. Trust me."

From the way his eyes hovered over you, you felt like both hiding from embarrassment and blushing. You were about to thank him until Slughorn stood up from his desk, tone somewhat more bubbly than usual as he spoke.

"Say, my eager students," he began, and you felt the class collectively sigh from around you. "The air does feel fitting for some friendly competition today, does it not?"

With his statement, the room seemed to perk up from their afternoon drag, though you felt a sense of dread settle into your stomach. The word "competition" said in a room full of Gryffindors and Slytherins was practically a death sentence. Slughorn didn't pay it any mind.

"Each brewing station should prepare a Wound-Cleaning Potion within the hour, and I'll determine the most well-brewed potion by the end of class. The winning group gets five points extra credit."

If the prospect of competition didn't scare you already, the fact that you were never any good at Potions definitely did the job. Sebastian turned to you with an optimistic grin on his face, something casual and confident, all while you felt the exact opposite.

"Don't be so worried," he said, like he could read from your face how you felt already. "We're gonna do great. Half the others can't even talk to each other without ... that happening."

He nodded over to where Sirius and Slytherin Quidditch Captain Marcus Craggy were already arguing, practically shoving each other as they both stood up to get ingredients.

You snorted into your hand. "Maybe you're right."

Between the two of you, you sorted out a plan of action and went to get the ingredients while Sebastian tended to warming the cauldron. If your staying-hyper-focused strategy went according to plan, you had confidence that with Sebastian's Potions skills you could actually do well.

You measured out the proper amount of the necessary ingredients, taking what you needed from the stacks of shelves aligning the classroom wall. You handed off the jar of dandelion root to a girl next to you before turning around, but that was when you turned right into a body.

You looked up. It was James—of course it was. You knew for a fact you did a horrible job at hiding your alarm, but were still in your ignore-your-feelings-and-focus-on-school mood so you didn't think twice before awkwardly avoiding looking into his eyes.

"Sorry," you said quickly. You briefly smiled at him, though you were sure you looked anything but casual.

"It's okay-" he began, his voice fading away as you rushed past him within a second.

You felt horrible.

Focus, focus, focus. When you returned back to your table and a waiting Sebastian, you did just that.

He naturally took the lead, since you didn't know the first thing about brewing a Wound-Cleaning Potion, but he was surprisingly understanding and explained each step in a way that made more sense than anything Slughorn had ever said. There weren't even any of the usual slip-ups that happen when you brew a potion yourself, though you couldn't say the same for the groups around you.

About halfway through class you peaked over to where Sirius and Marcus Craggy were working and saw the monstrosity that was their cauldron bubbling over the surface, a swampy green that most certainly was not the right color.

You heard a mousy laugh come from behind them, Peter giggling at the sight of his friend's failure. Within a second his own partner yelled his name, and with a terrified look he focused back on his own potion. It was safe to say your group was working better than any of your friends'.

In no time you were all finishing up your potions and Slughorn had begun coming around to review them, hands tucked behind his back like a true judge.

The first cauldron he'd surveyed belonged to Frank Longbottom and a red-haired Slytherin girl who you knew Alice was uneasy over. And, now that you got a good look at her, you could see she was the same girl you heard whispering about you and James's supposed broom closet snogging. So maybe the slight amusement you felt when Slughorn looked at her and Frank's cauldron and immediately grimaced wasn't completely impersonal.

He did the same to a few other groups, granting some an impressed nod until he finally reached your table. He gave Sebastian an enthusiastic and familiar smile, and nodded at you without any particular warmth, which you ignored.

The two of you stepped back and watched as Slughorn leaned over the side of the cauldron, peering it into it wordlessly. Sebastian glanced at you from the corner of his eye with a curious look and you fought a smile.

When you turned back to your potion, Slughorn's face was lit up satisfactorily. He clapped his hands together. "Splendid! Absolutely splendid."

You felt like you were hearing wrong, like words as positive as those could've never come from Slughorn in regards to you, but sure enough, he was talking directly to you. You were definitely sure you were dreaming then.

"Say, I believe we may have found our winners!"

Your jaw was hanging then, and Sebastian was beaming proudly. You were about to turn to him and celebrate, when a Gryffindor boy at a table in the corner of the room shouted out in protest.

"You didn't even look at the last three groups!"

Slughorn turned to him at first in alarm, but then his expression then morphed into a tightlipped smile you could tell was meant to be sympathetic. "I'm sorry dear boy, but I can see from here they're all the wrong color." He scanned the row of cauldrons behind you. "I can also smell them."

The room chuckled at that, and Slughorn turned back to you and Sebastian unbothered and cheerful.

"I expected nothing less from one of my star students, yes?" He shook Sebastian's hand firmly like he was an old family friend, and then, to your surprise, held out his hand to you too. You took it, feeling suspicious of how well this was going. "Very impressive work today." He smiled at you more authentically then you'd ever seen him smile at you, and you felt like bursting from happiness, though you watered it down to a prompt "Thank you."

"You two pat yourselves on the back," said Slughorn, regarding you both one last time before taking his leave.

You turned slowly to Sebastian, sporting the biggest smile you'd worn in days. The groups that weren't as upset over the loss clapped lightly from around the room, and you were so happy you could've literally jumped for joy.

"We did it!" You looked at Sebastian, and he was grinning down at you with a smile that met his eyes, looking half like he wanted to laugh at your overexcitement. You were so happy you even ran up and hugged him, not exactly thinking before you did it but it didn't matter because he hugged you back, chuckling.

Right before you went to pull away, you heard a bubbling noise coming from next to you. It grew, rumbling and groaning, and not a second more went by before the potion behind yours splattered all over.

You both stepped only slightly back before the mess reached you. You were lucky you were standing where you were, because most of the potion got on Sebastian instead. That didn't change the fact that it made an absolute mess.

"Goodness!" Slughorn shouted, and you stepped away from Sebastian right away, scanning over the mess the cauldron had made. A blue-gray goo covered the left half of his shirt, not an insane mess but still a concerning amount of slimy potion to be covered in.

You turned to the table who'd been sitting behind you, and realized with a sense of both dread and annoyance that it had been James's cauldron to explode.

You looked at him in dismay as he stood there, backed away from the table like the explosion had come completely as a surprise to him. But, judging from the way he took in Sebastian's appearance without so much as a grimace, it very well could've been just the opposite.

James's table partner, the Slytherin boy on the smaller side, looked beyond mortified. "Oh Merlin," he began, arms outstretched towards Sebastian. "We're so sorry, I don't know what happened, I-"

"Now, now," Slughorn interrupted, moving swiftly over to where the mess was. With a face that showed he was trying very hard not to react, he pulled out his wand and muttered a spell that cleaned up the mess from the desks and floor, and another one for Sebastian's shirt.

"That should take care of the mess, though I do recommend you pay Madam Pomfrey a visit, Sebastian. The possible side effects of an improperly-brewed potion are quite impossible to determine externally." He patted Sebastian on the back, who looked not angry but dazed, if anything, and turned to James and his partner. "And as for you two, pay better mind for what ingredients you're using. Next time, I won't be so kind about cleaning up for you."

They both nodded obediently, James wearing the placating face he always did when confronted by a teacher, and staring down at his feet. Was he ashamed? Hiding laughter? You couldn't tell, but certainly had suspicions, knowing his dislike of Sebastian for some unidentifiable reason.

Slughorn dismissed the class, and Sebastian gathered his things to go to what you assumed would be the nurse's office.

"Let me go with you," you said.

He turned to you in surprise, shrugging his bag over his shoulder. "Oh, don't worry about it."

"It's no problem, really." You smiled at him assuredly and he let in, waiting for you to get your things and walk with him out of the classroom. "Are you okay?" you asked once you turned the corner. "The color of that potion was definitely concerning."

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Or at least, I feel okay."

"Good."

The two of you walked in silence for a moment, and you let your thoughts drift to the class you'd just finished, and how amazing and odd it felt to get a handshake from Slughorn. Soon you found a smile creeping into your cheeks.

"Are you laughing at me?"

You escaped your daydreaming, whipping your head to Sebastian who was looking at you with a disbelieving smile of his own. "What? No! Of course not," you assured him, shaking your head rapidly. "I'm just really happy our potion did so well."

"Yeah, me too."

"I mean seriously, I don't think I've ever smiled so much in a Potions class. Or that Slughorn's ever said anything that nice to me." And you meant it. Visions of nights spent practically crying over a bad potions grade flashed through your mind.

"Well," Sebastian began, eyes looking down at yours with fondness. "You deserve it."

You looked back at him, feeling like he really meant those words. A kind of odd feeling simmered in your chest, but it was warm and you invited it as you kept walking beside him.

"Hey," he began again after a beat, shifting his attention fully to you. "I've been meaning to ask you something-"

"Can we talk?"

Both of you stopped as you reached the staircase at the end of the hall and, somehow, there stood James. He was looking at you with an intention behind his eyes that flickered over you like he hadn't noticed Sebastian was with you at all.

You frowned at him, eyes glancing between both he and Sebastian in both shyness and irritation. "You know, I'm kind of in the middle of something-"

"It's an emergency." James leaned closer, eyes wide. "About the you know what."

You did not 'know what,' but James didn't seem to pick up on that. Your confusion only extended the interaction and had Sebastian stepping away.

"It's okay," he said to you with a neutral tug of his lips. "I'll talk to you later." Before you could tell him it was fine, that you wanted to hear what he had to ask you, he'd smiled and turned to climbed up the steps, leaving you alone with James.

You turned fully to face him, your irritation masking whatever nervousness you felt at finally looking him in the eyes. "What kind of 'emergency' was so important that you had to interrupt my conversation with-"

"Sebastian Vance. I know." He said his name like it was a chore, and it only had your forehead creasing even more. "There's, um, a problem with the prank."

"Really?" you deadpanned, staring at him blankly. "That was the emergency that couldn't wait?"

"You haven't let me finish," argued James defensively.

"Okay," you added, tone impatient as you motioned for him to continue.

"Wormtail lost the list of passcodes to the Slytherin common room." He ended his sentence as if there was more that he wanted to say, rubbing at the back of his neck.

"And?"

"And ... we were wondering if you could find a way to get them from Vance."

"What?!" you shouted, lowering your voice when you realized how loud you were being. "No, have you gone mad?"

"Oh, come on," James said, tone much too lax for your liking.

"You really expect me to trick my friend into letting us prank him?"

James let out a huff that sounded like a scoff, raising his brows at you. "Oh really? He's your friend now?"

"Yeah, he is." You crossed your arms, staring at him disbelievingly. "Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem." James shoved his hands in his trouser pockets, peering somewhere down below and not at you. "Just didn't know you guys were so close, is all."

Something about the way he spoke was infuriating you, tone casual but clearly masking judgement, as if he had any kind of control over who you could and couldn't speak to.

You scoffed. "Why are you being so weird about this?"

"I'm not."

"Really?" you deadpanned. "You interrupted my conversation with him when I was trying to walk him to the nurse after your potion exploded all over him, right after we won-"

"You don't really think I did that on purpose, do you?"

"I don't know!" you shouted. "With your house rivalry, and the way you lot are so obsessed with pranking people-"

"'You lot'?"

You stopped, realizing how much this was escalating when you really didn't want it to be. You pressed a hand to your forehead. "Sorry that's... that's not fair." You shook your head, as if doing that would rid you of the mess that was your mind right then. You hated arguing with James. "I'm just annoyed right now, is all."

"Yeah," James said with a nod, voice quieted. "Look," he breathed. "I'm sorry I interrupted you. And I really didn't mean for my potion to go exploding all over the place. I don't know what happened. I guess I was just ... distracted, or something, when we were brewing it. I'm sorry."

You let your eyes scan over his face, noting that he truly did look sorry. Something churned in your gut, something that you filed away as uninportant in that moment. "It's alright," you sighed.  "Although, it's not really me you should be apologizing to."

It took him a second before he caught what you were referring to, him realizing with a look to the side and a half-laugh. "Yeah right."

"James." You gave him a warning look, and he raised his hands in surrender.

"Alright. I'll apologize to him."

You uncrossed your arms, feeling a bit better. "Thank you."

He tipped his head in acknowledgment, and you stood there for a moment debating if there was anything more to be said, knowing in the back of your mind that there certainly was, but you took a step up the stairs anyway.

"Wait." James took a light hold on your wrist that seemed to burn right through the skin, the contact making you feel unstable on the steps. "That's ... that's not all I wanted to talk to you about."

You stilled, glancing over his unsure expression. "Oh, okay." You waited for him to say something, but he stayed silent, out of character for him. He didn't meet your eyes as he thought, throat bobbing. "James?"

"Are we okay?"

He looked up and into your eyes then, the motion striking you as you were more level with him now from your stance on the step.

You felt your heart rate pick up. "What?"

He drew his hand away finally to run it uneasily through his curls. "I just feel like you're ..." He trailed off, voice going soft.

"Like I'm what?"Slightly heartbroken? Avoiding you? You knew exactly what he meant, of course, and it was eating away at you to lie straight to him.

"It's nothing." He waved a hand, though you could sense his seriousness in the tenseness of his stance and the darting of his eyes. "I just wanna make sure everything's alright between us."

You nodded because you felt the same way, though you knew the answer. "Yeah, I get that."

He looked expectantly at you, eyes intent but not prying. "So, is it?"

A beat went by before you could answer, your throat going dry with the effort of your lie. "Yeah," you assured him. "Of course."

He seemed to visibly relax, and the way his features softened made your shoulders sink. "Good. Great."

Were you a bad person for this? Maybe. Probably. But avoiding him had felt like best coarse of action and the only way to get by, at least for the time being. You knew, or hoped, that eventually things would go back to normal. Or rather, the 'normal' that existed before you ever had feelings for James, if that even really existed.

He offered you a smile of his pink lips that eased your thoughts even if only for a moment. Then, he leaned in and hugged you, and you felt like melting for too many reasons. You were at a height that let one of his curls brush against your cheek just like it did the night you kissed him—ignore, ignore, ignore—only, you weren't sure how much longer you could keep doing that.

If you weren't going to avoid James all together anymore, than you'd have to just avoid certain situations; situations like this, where you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against your own, something dizzying yet comforting in a way that made you want to hide in your dorm.

You pulled away, reminding yourself that hugging him was the last thing you should be doing, and turned towards the steps again. "Let's go find the guys, figure out all this prank business."

"Good idea," James said, who followed you up the stairs without missing a beat. You hadn't reached the top step before he froze, ending up a few steps behind you.

"Crap," he cursed.

You frowned down at him. "What's the matter?"

"I just remembered that I booked the Quidditch pitch for this time."

Your jaw dropped for a second, lips curling up at the stupefied look on his face. You waved your hand towards the top of the steps. "Well then, go! Hurry!"

James's face set in with a hilariously determined expression and he set off up the steps in a jumble of robes mixed with his bag hanging limply off his shoulder. He passed you with ease, zooming off down the hallway.

"See you!" he called. He turned over his shoulder with a grin before disappearing around the corner, and your heart hurt at how easily laughter came to you around him. Because he's your best friend.

You reminded yourself of that fact with a small but stern nod, probably looking like you'd lost your mind standing alone in that hallway. It didn't matter, because you were going to keep those thoughts out of your mind from then on, and that was the end of that. Or, at least that was what you told yourself all the way back to the common room.

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