#FRIENDSHIP JOY LOVE AND PEACE FOREVER!!!!!!!!!

[youarenot-theexception]

I love my bestfriends so much. They are the bestest humans to grace this planet and I hope and wish only the best of the best that the universe has to offer for them. They deserve the world and more.

[sev-wildfang]

2015 - 2024

it has been a while since ive felt the courage or need to post something like this. i worked very hard to scrub all pre-2016 photographs of me off the internet in fact, something i realize was not in the spirit of the person who inspired me at all.

for the sake of brevity im not going to post the entirety of my transition. some two or odd years into it i was fully immersed in the feminine persona i was trying to become but still filled with a yearning that seemed to be incurable.

it was a chance encounter on this website that changed my course forever. i saw a transition timeline by a user who has since deleted their blog, detailing year by year their journey to become a kind of trans woman i didnt even know could exist at that point: a trans-feminine butch.

the clarity of their vision intrigued me. it opened a door where previously i only saw an insurmountable wall. this was something one could want to become. this was not a failure state. this was a lighthouse.

"you measure yourself by stricter standards than you do cis women", my then therapist said, "you allow yourself to play with masculinity in your art. in your art you seem to be able to separate it from male-ness. do you think you might want that in real life?"

immediately after that conversation, i looked at the timeline post again. i decided to get a haircut - a variation of the same short undercut that has become my go-to since. i slowly phased out the dresses that had carried my thru the hardest times of my budding transition. most of them i gifted to other trans women who had more of a need for them.

i set to work on my self once more with new purpose and i found first joy, then peace in the never-ending process of becoming. like every terminally online dyke in 2020 i read Stone Butch Blues, read The Locked Tomb, read Hot Allostatic Load, buzzed my hair off twice, got way too many tattoos to count, found community and friendship in my local queer scene as well as among butches online, and learned that i have the capability to love more than one person. and i love all of the people i used to be and no longer am; the problem child, the teenage romantic, the spiteful young man, the girl wrestling with herself, the baby butch still worried about keeping her tokens of femininity about her, the idiot who tought working night shifts was a good idea, and the clown who said this would be short post just some paragraphs ago.

the user who made that post was a lighthouse that went out as soon as i made it to shore, if you forgive the sentimentality. i am not half the butch they were (and maybe still are?) but maybe that's enough to be worth something to someone. it is something to me.

[traumacatholic]

Internet friendships are very real and important, and I'm so very sad still that I wasn't around on Tumblr while @tinyshe was going through her last moments caused by sickness. She was always so friendly and kind to me, and always kept me in her prayers and always sent me things to cheer me up or things that made her think of me. And I'm still so very sad to find that she has parted from this life. Please say a prayer for her and for her family.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen. In your hands, O Lord, we humbly entrust our brothers and sisters. In this life you embraced them with your tender love; deliver them now from every evil and bid them eternal rest. The old order has passed away: welcome them into paradise, where there will be no sorrow, no weeping or pain, but fullness of peace and joy with your Son and the Holy Spirit forever and ever. Amen

[theskywithin]

🌑 New Moon in Taurus — April 27th 2025

Every beginning starts beneath the soil, unseen. This new moon invites quiet roots and soft re-emergence. It’s not about what you can show, it’s about what you’re finally willing to grow. Here’s what’s blooming for each rising sign:

♈︎ Aries Rising — 2nd House You’re planting seeds in the garden of worth. Not the loud kind. Not the kind the world praises. But the kind that lets you stand still and say: “This is mine. I earned this peace.” This new moon asks you to touch what’s already growing inside you and claim it without shrinking. You’ve starved for stability you never thought you deserved. Now is the time to learn how to feed yourself first and not apologize when you bloom bigger than expected.

♉︎ Taurus Rising — 1st House The new moon writes your name in fresh ink. This isn’t reinvention. It’s revelation. You’re not becoming someone new. You’re remembering the parts of you that waited at the edge of silence, patient, potent, undemanding. This time, the beginning comes without force. It walks barefoot. It speaks softly. And it asks you to look in the mirror without editing. You’ve always been enough. Now, let that truth grow wild.

♊︎ Gemini Rising — 12th House This new moon grows where no one sees. It’s not about goals. It’s about grace. A quiet corner of your soul is being re-rooted, asking you to stop tending every garden but your own. You’ve been blooming for others. You’ve been performing joy. But this is the beginning of rest, of release, of holding yourself without having to explain. Plant peace like a secret. Let it be just for you. Let it last.

♋︎ Cancer Rising — 11th House This is the soil of future dreams, not the ones that look good, but the ones that feel like home. The new moon cracks open your sky, asking what you really want to build when no one’s watching. Not for approval. Not for applause. Just for you. Let go of old friendships that kept you small. Let new wishes take root. The ones shaped like belonging, not performance. You’re allowed to grow toward something bigger.

♌︎ Leo Rising — 10th House This is the version of you they don’t know yet, the one stepping into quiet power. The new moon waters the part of you that’s been waiting to be seen not for how brightly you shine, but for how deeply you stand. This beginning isn’t flashy. It’s rooted. Committed. Unapologetic. You’re not chasing success. You’re becoming it. Not through hustle, but through alignment. Watch how the world shifts when you stop asking for permission.

♍︎ Virgo Rising — 9th House The path forward doesn’t come with a map. This new moon offers a compass instead, one that points inward. You’ve lived by logic, by plans, by pieces that fit. But now, you’re being asked to grow beyond what you’ve known. To believe in something softer. Wiser. Wider. It’s not about the destination. It’s about the wisdom you gain when you trust your own wonder. Plant a truth that doesn’t need proof. Let it take you somewhere real.

♎︎ Libra Rising — 8th House This is a rebirth that doesn’t ask for ceremony. The new moon falls in your quietest undoing, where endings become beginnings in disguise. You’re being asked to shed what you once called love, safety, even self. To make space in the soil by surrendering what’s already rotting. What you plant here won’t bloom in public. It’ll bloom in the bones. Let it. Growth this real doesn’t come from fixing, it comes from releasing.

♏︎ Scorpio Rising — 7th House This new moon plants itself in the space between you and another. Not to bind, but to balance. Not to promise forever, but to begin again with truth. You’re being invited to rewrite the way you meet intimacy, not as armorless surrender, but as mutual offering. The flower that blooms here will only grow if both hearts water it. Let this be the time you stop choosing connections that require you to vanish in order to be kept.

♐︎ Sagittarius Rising — 6th House This new beginning is simple, quiet, daily. It won’t shout. It’ll whisper through your routines. Through the ways you care for your body like it’s the only home you’ll ever have. The new moon asks you to tend to the parts of yourself you’ve neglected in the name of freedom. It’s not about shrinking your fire, it’s about learning where to place it. Healing doesn’t have to be epic. Sometimes it’s a soft glass of water at the right hour.

♑︎ Capricorn Rising — 5th House You’re being asked to create without consequence. To love without checking the cost. The new moon plants seeds in your joy, in your ability to play, to risk your heart without needing a guarantee. You’ve carried too many burdens in the name of being strong. This beginning says: set one down. Pick up a paintbrush. A laugh. A feeling. Not everything that matters has to be measurable. Let yourself bloom like a child no one told to be careful yet.

♒︎ Aquarius Rising — 4th House This is the garden behind the locked door. The one you only show to those who stay. The new moon is asking what kind of home you carry inside you and whether you’ve ever let yourself feel safe there. It’s a beginning built on softness. On safety. On rewriting what comfort can look like when it’s chosen, not inherited. Let your walls become windows. Let the roots come slow. This time, you don’t have to be alone to be free.

♓︎ Pisces Rising — 3rd House Your voice is the seed this moon wants to plant. Not the one you use to impress or soothe but the one that trembles with truth. This new beginning is about saying the thing you’ve been holding. Writing the sentence that changes everything. Speaking not to be understood, but to be real. The words you grow now will echo. Let them come. Let them bloom. Let them remind you that you were never too quiet, only waiting for the right soil.

[gwynweekofficial]

Hello, everyone! Gwyn Week is approaching soon, so here’s a quick explanation of each prompt to help you out in case you need it.

Art by cedakotes

Day 1: Phoenix - The Spirit Of A Warrior

Gwyn was a warrior from the moment she saved the children in Sangravah. Though the loss and grief she faced brought a pause, she fought and rose like a phoenix, becoming the first Valkyrie Reborn.

Tell us, what’s your vision of Gwyn as a warrior? Share your favorite headcanons, art inspirations, and stories.

Day 2: Songbird - The Soul Of A Singer

While Gwyn's voice is described as ethereal and beautiful, what's even more beautiful is the happiness singing gives her. She is truly at peace when she sings.

Today, let's honor the part of Gwyn that finds peace and joy in song.

Day 3: Tethers - Bonds That Heal

Bonds can come from friendship, family, or the heart.

Which of Gwyn's past or present bonds do you love the most? Share your theories, quotes, art, fanfic, moodboards, or headcanons—we’d love to see it all.

Day 4: Nymph - The Magic Of The Naiads

Gwyn is a quarter river nymph and the way she is described is akin to the Naiads in mythology, water spirits known for their healing abilities, grace, and their role as protectors of children.

Do you think Gwyn inherited any water related powers? Could her connection to the river and her hauntingly serene presence hint at dormant abilities tied to the element of water? Let's explore.

Day 5: Destiny - The Path Ahead

Gwyn is now a Blood Rite winner, a warrior in her own right. While she has returned to the library, she’s made it clear she doesn’t intend to stay there forever.

What do you think lies ahead for Gwyn? What hidden possibilities might she explore? Share your ideas with us.

Day 6: Unlikely Pairings - Star Crossed Connections Across SJM's Cosmos

With the multiverse wide open and crossovers in full swing, we thought it’d be fun to imagine the unexpected. Which characters across SJM’s worlds could complement Gwyn in surprising ways? Who do you think would make a fun, chaotic, or compelling match for her? Get your creative juices flowing and share your ideas with us

Day 7: Free Day

For the last day you're welcome to post anything and everything related to Gwyn, given it's positive about the character. Show us your creativity and let your love for the character shine.

[thrillofcontrol]

be my mistake | g.w

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George Weasley x Reader

based on the song by the 1975

summary: y/n knew she had to move on after the death of the Fred Weasley, but it wasn't that simple, especially when his identical twin, George, is unknowingly filling the hole in her heart.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: pure angst, grief, mentions of sex, george used as a rebound.

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Grief had always been a strange thing for y/n to process, like a heavy fog that settled over everything, making even the brightest of days suddenly feel cold and distant. After the Battle of Hogwarts, after the loss of her long term partner Fred, that fog had grown thicker, choking the light from the world around her.

She was used to the laughter, the chaos, the ever-present pull of Fred’s energy, but now, all that remained was an endless, crushing silence.

She thought she’d eventually learn to move on from it all. But how could she? How could she ever forget the love that had once felt so right, so constant, so real. She was so incredibly certain they were destined to spend their entire lives together, to grow old together. Fred Weasley was her first love, the person who had made her heart race with nothing more than a glance, the person who could make her entire day without saying a word, and now he was gone.

forever.

Y/n had spent most of her days wasting away, begging this is an extremely sick, long winded prank, praying that Fred will walk through the front door any second now, and all the grief caused was some sort of elaborate dream. She knows she has to get past these delusions, she knows he isn't returning- she knows she will never find another man like Fred in her lifetime, but she may find similar.

For George.. George Weasley was still here.

Y/n knew how shallow and selfish she was being, leading on the boy who was hurting just as badly as she was, but seeing his brown eyes hollow with grief, she assumed he may have also been searching for something to fill that sudden empty space too. Y/n and George had always been close friends, and in the aftermath of Fred’s death, the connection between them only deepened.

Y/n knew George well enough that she could see the cracks he was trying to keep together for the sake of his family, her heart ached when she noticed that he still hasn't stopped looking over his shoulder whenever something happened, hoping he'd see Fred once more. He was fighting his own demons, just as she was. It was plain to see that a piece of George died the night his brother did.

They were simply two broken people, two broken souls, attempting to feel somewhat whole again.

She had never purposely intended on getting over her late boyfriend with his twin brother. But George had been there for her, in ways she hadn’t expected. How he cradled her hands in his own, gently caressing her finger tips when she couldn’t stop crying, or how he held her trembling body and helped control her unsteady breathing when the weight of the world felt unbearable. His presence was soothing. It felt right, or at least that's what she had convinced herself.

Days went by, George and Y/n were inseparable, spending all of their time being a comforting companion to one another, attempting to find some sort of peace in life, some sort of joy, even. They learnt to feel more content the longer they stuck by one another, they had felt safe in each other's presence. But somehow, that safety blurred into something else. Something she didn’t want to acknowledge, but couldn’t exactly ignore.

The lingering of their embraces, which accidentally turned into falling asleep in one another's arms quickly transformed a close friendship into two people who were entirely codependent, they craved the companionship, therefore relied so heavily on one another to make them feel somewhat functional again. George craved the comfort and y/n craved the touch, especially from a man who replicated her own; so it felt entirely natural when y/n took George's face into her hands and desperately placed a kiss on his lips, it felt entirely natural that they have been laying skin to skin in bed together whilst y/n calls George the nickname that had always belonged to Fred.

It became a usual routine that they ended up in George’s room, the space between them shrinking with each passing second, the room thick with tension, as their bodies messily intertwined whilst they partake in their distorted reality.

The kisses they shared weren't soft or gentle, there was no romantic desire or passion between the two, what they shared was full of desperation, the yearning of two people who didn’t know how to feel anymore, clinging to whatever warmth they could find. The way their bodies stuck together was messy, the moans they shared as they interlocked fingers were a mix of grief and longing. The way their eyes met and they both melted into each other's touch, briefly feeling like their troubles were melting away.

Y/n knew this wasn't love, she knew this was never going to be love either, her heart ached so desperately for Fred that anything else was subordinate, of course she deeply cared for George, she always has, she cherishes the intimate time spent with him. But as much as she attempts to live this life of delusion, she knows that it won't bring back Fred and the future they had planned together. She could learn to love George, it wouldn't be difficult, but y/n knew he was not hers to love, he's not a pawn in her selfish fantasy.

Heavy breaths filled the room, smiles were sprawled across the pairs faces, as Y/n was cradled in George's arms, his hand caressing her cheek as they stared somewhat longingly into one another's eyes. The weight of his body being pressed against hers brought back a glimpse of her and Fred; how she always used to feel so warm and safe with his body wrapped around her, but instead of feeling comforted, she felt hollow, she felt somewhat lost.

She had wanted to so desperately believe that maybe this could be a way forward, that perhaps this was the cruel way the universe was telling her that she had been with the wrong twin all along. Or, if anything, that maybe George could help fill the emptiness inside of her, giving her any sort of motivation to step back onto a steady path in life to gradually move on.

But the miserable truth was, despite every delicate touch shared underneath the sheets, every whispered word exchanged between the sticky bodies, still hasn't been enough for y/n. The way he hovered above her, his fingers tangled through her hair, as her nails left harsh trails down his back just wasn't enough. Each act of intimacy was filled with immense longing and lust, he excited y/n, thats for sure, he gave her the pleasure she was so badly craving, but it was impulsive and superficial, George turned y/n on, but Fred made her weak.

Even the touch of a man who appeared the very same, made y/n long for Fred more.

The softness of George’s hands against her skin reminded her of the calloused, mischievous fingers of his twin. His laugh, though kind, wasn’t Fred’s. It was wrong, she knew it.

It felt wrong to be with George, not that he wasn't wonderful in his own way, but that was exactly it, despite having the same face he was, despite y/n's delusions, an entirely different person, he was not Fred. She couldn't get past the knowledge shes fighting so hard to suppress in the back of her mind, she was simply using him. She wasn’t healing, she was just running, running from the grief that she wasn’t ready to face, attempting anything to distract from the gaping hole that her late lover had left behind.

George had never asked for this, he just wanted to be seen, be comforted after losing his bestest friend, and along the way he had developed a connection to y/n, an unrequited connection to a girl who was feeling his touch yet thinking of another. Y/n knew he deserved better than someone who was still so hopelessly in love with his twin. Someone who is living a false reality, longingly staring over his features, not because she is totally infatuated with him, but because his eyes look so similar to Fred's. He needed somebody who wants him, who loves him, a person who can adore his personality and witty humour because he's a great guy, somebody who admires him, for him. But y/n couldn't be that somebody.

But in those moments, when George’s arms were safely wrapped around her, when his lips touched hers so tenderly, she could almost pretend, even just for a second, that things hadn’t changed. That Fred was still here, the future they had both planned was still bright, and she had just woken up from a terrible nightmare suddenly making everything feel okay again.

But the illusion always shattered, and y/n always found herself disappointed when she observed her surroundings to find herself in George's room, always found herself slightly sulking when he had told her a joke that made her cry with laughter when Fred already told her it months before, or when he did romantic gestures that Fred hated and swore he'd never do. Her heart constantly aching with the painful truth that it would never be enough.

She couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth, not yet at least. Not when he was already in so much pain and she was the only thing providing him some sense of solace. Not when, she could still see the flicker of hope in his eyes, the way he double takes when he walks by his own reflection only to be left dissatisfied. George had loved Fred. He had been his twin, his other half, he was supposed to be his life long companion. He is still adjusting on how to function without him, how to live life without his physical other half. And yet, he was still here, still trying to be the man y/n needed, even though he was incredibly broken too.

The longer it went on, the harder it became to pull away. George was a kind soul, and they truly did care for each other, there was no denying that. But Y/N knew she wasn’t ready to let go of Fred, and probably would never be. She wasn’t ready to let go of the life they had planned, of every single detail, big and small, she had imagined for them in the future. The life she shared with George, despite being filled with warmth and affection, could never replace what y/n and Fred had. George made her feel comfort, but Fred made her feel whole.

Every night, after these shared moments of vulnerability between the two, y/n found herself slipping out from George’s embrace after assuring he had fallen asleep. Her heart hung heavy with guilt, as she walked through the darkened halls of the Burrow, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on her.

It was all too much, she was so aware of the villainous person she had become, how she's a nasty shell of the person she was once before, but she was clueless on how to put an end to it all, especially knowing the harm it will cause. But yet she still craved the touch of George so desperately, but only to momentarily stop the yearning she has for Fred. She has trapped herself in a cycle, struggling to face the consequences.

It became a routine that her feet would guide her towards the room that provided her with the greatest of memories. It became a regular occurrence for her to open the door that contained all that was left of her boyfriend, briefly imagining that he had simply nipped to the toilet and would be back any second now. Her fingertips gently skimmed over the photos he had stuck to his wall, her eyes obviously lingering on the ones that captured the pair of them at their happiest, them celebrating after a successful quidditch match, the opening of Weasley' Wizard Wheezes, or just the two embracing like they were the only two people in the world. She missed it all, not only Fred- but that wide eyed girl who had so many ambitions and was so ready to take on everything life had to offer. But now she sat, on what used to be here side of the bed, clinging to Fred's pillow as though it was him, not knowing how to ever move on.

She also couldn't help but think how angry Fred would be, not that she's attempted move on with George, but how she had not once properly considered the feelings of his grieving brother until it went beyond compare. She had always been so gentle with peoples feelings, so kind and compassionate, it was one of Fred's favourite traits about the girl- so why now in such a heavy time of grief for all, has that changed? Her thoughts were overflowing, it was eating her from the inside, out, she needed Fred- but the level of desperation shes portrayed has only led to further damage being done.

She wasn’t healing. She wasn’t moving on. She was just prolonging the inevitable, prolonging the pain for both of them. Not only would she have lost her partner but she'd be losing one of her bestest friends too. So as much as she wanted to stop, as much as she knew exactly how painful this unhealthy camaraderie would end, and how shallow and careless her actions were, she still couldn't help but find herself heading back into George's room. Gently lifting up the blanket and slipping her trembling body back onto the mattress, turning to face his sleeping body. He looked so incredibly peaceful, gently humming as she caressed his hair, the guilt consumed her as she pressed a kiss to his forehead before lifting up his arm and placing it around her waist- drifting off to the soft sounds of his breathing as she continued to break pieces of his heart in attempt to fix her own.

[nofingjustaninchident]

Can you do a Jason Grace x Aphrodite fem reader dating hcs?

ᯓ★ jason grace x daughter of aphrodite! hcs

summary jason grace dates a(nother) daughter of aphrodite

warnings my humor sucks, a little suggestive in one joke, probably one curse word

now listening to woman by harry styles

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

jason, as well as any other person in the world, knew that the aphrodite kids were… naturally captivating

well, he knew that better than anyone

after his failed attempt in a relationship with piper, he had a small friendship with a few of her siblings

including you

he knew that you were beautiful

but the thing he liked the most about you wasn’t your beauty.

it was your butt

jk jk (or am i?)

anyways. he liked your personality

that’s what really drew him in

it was kinda hard for you in the beginning, since you thought that piper would hate you forever

but she was super chill about it

so

back to dating

he LOVES to shower you with compliments

it doesn’t matter if you’re all dressed up or if you’re just in camp shirt and plain jeans

for him, you’re the most perfect woman in the world

jason is INCREDIBLY protective of you

he always makes sure you’re safe, and he’d much rather break his whole body than to let anyone touch you

he admires your strength, but he can't help worrying about you

he’s always ready to step in if things get dangerous, even if he knows you can handle yourself.

as a daughter of Aphrodite, you appreciate the finer things in life, and Jason loves spoiling you

he often brings you small gifts like flowers, jewelry, or your favorite chocolates, just to see your eyes light up with joy, and they always do. because it’s jason and you love him

you both enjoy quiet moments together, like reading books side by side or taking peaceful walks around both camps

he loves hearing you talk about your favorite myths and stories, often getting lost in your words.

sometimes you talk about your past, sometimes he talks about his, telling you stories of camp jupiter

jason is always there to support you when you're feeling down or insecure

or in any other moment, for that matter

he understands that even daughters of Aphrodite have moments of doubt, and he’s quick to remind you how amazing, smart, beautiful, kind and worthy you are

he might not be the biggest fan of PDA, but you got to break him a few months in the relationship

now, he can’t go anywhere with you and not hold your hand or slinging an arm around your shoulders or waist

loves loves LOVES to hold your thigh when you’re sitting beside each other

he plans the most thoughtful dates

candlelight dinner? check

stargazing? check out

a picnic on the beach? check

gods, he’d take you to have lunch in a cloud if you asked him to

yeah, he’s that whipped

basically kisses the floor you walk on

if you’re out and your feet hurt from your heels (if you use them) he’d take off his shoes and give it to you

or he’d carry you bridal style. whatever you like the most

you both talk about future often

like, marrying, having kids (three) and dogs

he likes to just look at you while you’re sleeping or getting ready

you’re just so pretty that he can’t stop staring at your perfect face and body

being with him could be defined as your childhood dream

that being dating a prince

👏🏻 NICK 👏🏻 NAMES 👏🏻

you know how to speak french cuz of ur mom? your nicknames are in french

mon cœur, mon chérie, mon amour, ma belle… it goes on

you’re like the most important person in your life and he’d do anything for you

(pls don’t break his heart he doesn’t deserve it)

he supports you in everything you want to do

whether it is related to college, to camp, to yourself

he’s there and he’s like “go baby go!”

he’ll be there to catch you if you fall, anyways

[letsgetrowdy43]

Sailor Song (Rowan’s Version)—

Quinn Hughes x Honey Hughes

Based on the song “Sailor Song” by Gigi Perez

Warnings: Mentions of sex, nothing in detail though!! Underage drinking, swearing, and a little angsty but it gets resolved! There is talk about complications of birth and death, but both Honey and baby are fine. If anything else please let me know <3

Au Masterlist!!

"I saw her in the rightest way, looking like Anne Hathaway Laughing while she hit her pen, and coughed, and coughed"

Quinn lay on the edge of his tiny dorm bed, the faint light from his desk lamp casting a soft glow over Honey’s face that was pressed gently into his chest. She had fallen asleep not long after he had nervously asked her out, lips still tingling with the kisses they shared after many years of denied feelings, her breath warm and rhythmic as her chest rose and fell. Her curls fanned out like a halo on the pillow, and her lips curved into a sleepy smile that made his heart swell with an overwhelming sense of joy as he squeezed the hand that still firmly held his.

He still couldn't quite believe it Just hours ago, he had been unpacking his dorm, rehearsing the words of a love confession in his head, his palms sweaty and his heart pounding as she helped him decorate his dorm. 

Honey had been his friend for so long, her laughter a constant melody in his life, her presence a continual source of comfort. Asking her out had felt like the most monumental risk. Yet here she was, curled into his side, his chest filled with a sense of completion as it settled that this was what he had been missing for years 

Quinn brushed a stray curl from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. Her skin was soft and warm, and he marvelled at how perfectly she fit against him. This moment, this quiet intimacy was everything he had ever dreamed of.

He shifted slightly, trying not to disturb her, as he pulled her flush against his chest. The faint hum of the campus at night filtered through the open window, a reminder that the world outside was still turning, indifferent to the love in this tiny room.

He was forever thankful that his roommate, Josh, had opted to stay out with the rest of the team, rather than running into their shared dorm and ruining the peace that currently occupied the air.

Honey stirred, murmuring something in her sleep, and Quinn held his breath, afraid to wake her. Her lips pressed a gentle kiss to his collarbone, and then a second kiss was placed on his cheek before she flipped over so he could spoon her, making more room for him on the tiny mattress, she sighed contentedly as he settled against her. The simplicity of the gesture, the ease with which she reached for him, made his chest tighten with emotion.

He gazed at her, propped up on one arm so he could memorize every detail of her face—the curve of her lips, the flutter of her eyelashes, the way her nose crinkled slightly as she dreamed. He wanted to capture this moment forever and never let it go. 

It was a feeling he had never known before, this certainty that she was the one.

Quinn had always been a dreamer when it came to Honey, lost in his thoughts, but the reality of it all had become better than any dream he could conjure. He could see their future together, a series of shared laughter, quiet nights and whispered secrets. He imagined their life in Vancouver, cooking meals in cramped apartments, supporting each other through life's challenges, starting a family, and celebrating each other's triumphs.

That was all if she would have him for that long.

He had heard people talk about love at first sight, but this was different. It was love that had grown over time, rooted in friendship and nurtured by their ever-changing lives. It was a love that hadn't appeared out of thin air, gentle and persistent until one day he realized it had taken hold of him completely.

He gently placed his heart into her hand to keep, and hopefully, she wouldn't be giving it back any time soon.

Honey shifted again, snuggling closer to him, he kissed the top of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, and closed his eyes, content to just hold her and listen to her breathe.

He didn't need grand declarations or elaborate gestures. This was enough—this simple, perfect night with Honey asleep in his arms. He knew, deep down, that this was just the beginning of their story, and he couldn't wait to see where it would lead them.

-

"And then she came up to my knees, begging, "Baby, would you please, do the things you said you'd do to me, to me?"

Quinn watched as the party buzzed around them, the music loud and the blue LED lights that hung around the room dim. They were tucked away in a quiet corner, his hand gently placed on Honey's hip as they watched their friends let loose.

She leaned into him, her breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "Can I kiss, Q?"

Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, but filled with a familiar sweetness that made his heart race. He turned to face her, his eyes locking onto hers. Without a word, he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a tender kiss.

Honey sighed against his lips, her hands sliding up to cup his face, beer forgotten on the table next to her as she clung to him in this all-consuming kiss. Quinn's arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. It was as if they were the only two people in the room, lost in each other. 

When they finally pulled apart, Honey's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and something deeper. She bit her lower lip, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth as her fingers toyed with the collar of his t-shirt, "let's get out of here, go to my dorm," she said a little suggestively, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass of the music.

Quinn nodded, his hand slipping into hers as they navigated through the crowd, biding their goodbyes and ignoring the wolf whistles from Quinn's teammates. The night air was cool against her skin as they stepped outside, the street lights casting a soft glow as they made their way back to campus.

Inside, the door barely closed behind them before Honey pulled Quinn into another kiss, more urgent this time. Their hands roamed, exploring familiar yet unknown territory. They moved together with a sense of urgency, shedding clothes and mumbling about their shared nerves in the dim light of her room.

Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, as they tumbled onto the bed. Laughter erupted from Honey as she placed sloppy kisses all over Quinn's face, from the bridge of his nose to his jaw Quinn's hands traced the contours of Honey's collarbones, eliciting soft moans that sent shivers down his spine as his lips attached to her neck, finding her sweet spot just under her ear. 

They moved in sync, movements of need and eagerness, making up for lost time with every touch, every kiss.

Quinn's heart raced as he kissed his way down Honey's neck, her back arching in response as he unclasped her bra. She whispered his name, a plea and a promise all at once as he gawked at how beautiful she was. They came together, their out-of-breath and slightly sweaty bodies entwined as their cheeks lit up with blush, lying comfortably in each other's hold, in awe of one another.

Quinn had never understood the difference between simply having sex and 'making love', and as cringy as it sounded, there wasn't a moment or movement in that dorm that night that wasn't fuelled by something that very closely resembled love in its purest form.

Afterward, they lay tangled in each other's arms, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Honey rested her head on Quinn's chest, her fingers tracing little stars on his freckled skin as he played with the ring on her other hand. 

Honey lifted her head, her eyes meeting Quinn's, "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and certainty. Quinn smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "I love you too, Hun," he replied, his voice steady and sure.

This was it for him, he realized. He had found his home, his love, in Honey.

-

"Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavour?"

Quinn and Honey sat side by side at the small desk in his dorm room, their legs pressed against one another as they searched through the textbooks and notes spread out before them. They had been studying for hours, the pressure of upcoming exams weighing on them, but the comfort of each other’s presence made the task a little more bearable.

Honey glanced over at Quinn, her heart swelling with affection as she watched his brows furrowed with a concentration on the book in his hands. She loved watching him like this, seeing the dedication he poured into his studies, it was hot.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Honey leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, lips brushing against the soft cotton of his shirt as she hummed at the feeling. Quinn looked up, surprised but pleased, his intense expression softening into a smile.

“What was that for?” Honey shrugged, a smile dancing on her lips, as she flattened out the material of his sleeve where her lips left a mark, “just felt like it,” she mumbled as her cheeks turned a little pink, but there was something deeper in her gaze, something she had been wanting to say.

Quinn set down his pen, turning to face her fully, his knee brushing against her thigh, her hand moving out to touch him, “what’s on your mind?” She took a deep breath, her heart pounding. “I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. Like, I love you. More than I ever thought was possible.”

She said it so nonchalantly like it was the easiest sentence to roll off of her tongue. It was enough to make him want to lean forward and press gentle, slightly sloppy kisses across her face.

He reached out, taking her hand in his, “I love you too.”

Honey shook her head, her eyes glistening with emotion, “No, you don’t understand. I mean, I love you so much it scares me sometimes. You’re my best friend, my partner, my everything. Being with you feels like coming home, and I’ve never felt this way before. It’s overwhelming, but in the best possible way.”

Quinn’s heart swelled with emotion as he listened to her. He could see the sincerity in her eyes, the depth of her feelings reflected in her gaze as she chewed on her bottom lip. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close, feeling the steady beat of her heart against his chest.

“I feel the same way,” he whispered into her hair as he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Honey pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his, “promise me you'll always love me, even if this doesn't work and we go back to being friends,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I never want a world where you aren't in it." Quinn cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away the tears that had escaped down her cheeks, “I promise,” he said, his voice filled with unwavering conviction, “but there will never be a time again where we aren't together, you're it for me.”

Honey smiled through her tears, leaning in to kiss him. It was a kiss filled with love and promises, a kiss where everything else faded away—the stress of exams, the worries about the future. All that mattered was the love they had for each other, a love that was deep and lasting.

-

"I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my saviour My mom says that she's worried, but I'm covered in this favour"

Ellen stepped out of her car, the campus growing busy with students heading and leaving classes. It had been a few months since she had seen Quinn, and his phone calls had become less frequent, which worried her. As a mother, she couldn’t help but fret over her eldest son’s well-being, even though he constantly reassured her that everything was fine.

She made her way through the familiar pathways of the university, memories of moving Quinn into his dorm flashing through her mind. When she reached his building, she took a deep breath and called him to let her into his building.

A moment later, the door swung open, and Quinn stood there, surprise and delight lighting up his face as he pulled her into a hug, “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to check on you,” Ellen said with a smile, as she pulled away and flattened out his slightly outgrown hair, “you haven’t been calling as much, and I got worried.” Quinn chuckled as he led her down the hallway and two flights of stairs to his dorm, “I’m sorry. Things have just been busy with school. But I promise, I’m doing great.”

She stepped into his room, eyes landing on him as she studied his face. He looked healthy and happy, a certain glow about him that hadn’t been there the last time she saw him. “You look good, Quinn. Really good.” “I feel good,” he replied with a shrug, a secret smile playing on his lips. 

“I was just about to go grab lunch. Do you want to join me?” “Of course,” Ellen said, feeling a wave of relief washes over her. Seeing him so happy eased the worry that had been gnawing at her. Balancing the life of three growing boys had always been a struggle, but not being able to constantly see Quinn and make sure he was okay was one of the biggest challenges.

They walked to a nearby café, chatting about his classes and the projects he was working on, talking a little about the team, but knowing she would rather hear about his grades than practices. As they settled into a cozy booth, the door opened, and Honey walked in, her face lighting up when she saw Quinn.

“Hey, Q!” she called, making her way over to their table, “I thought I’d find you here.” A grin rested on his lips as he watched her face light up at the sight of Ellen, a second mom to Honey throughout high school, "Hun!" His Mom stood up to pull the girl into an embrace before asking her to join the two of them for lunch.

"I wouldn't want to intrude." "Nonsense, you're family!" 

Ellen couldn’t help but notice how Quinn’s demeanour had subtly changed. He was more relaxed, more at ease, and his smile was wider than she had seen in a long time. Honey and Quinn exchanged glances and soft touches that spoke volumes about their relationship.

As they figured out their orders, Honey was the first to stand up, offering to order for all of them. "I'll get our food. You two catch up," she said with a smile, her eyes lingering on Quinn for a moment longer than necessary.

Ellen watched as they parted, noting the silent exchange between them. Their eyes spoke volumes, conveying a depth of emotion that words might fail to express. Honey walked away, glancing back with a small, knowing smile before joining the line.

Once Honey was out of earshot, Ellen turned to Quinn. "Is there something going on between the two of you?" she asked gently, noticing how Quinn’s face turned a light shade of pink. "It's still new," Quinn admitted, nodding slightly. "But she makes me really happy."

Ellen's smile widened as she looked over at Honey, who was now waiting in line. She could see the genuine affection in Quinn’s eyes, a brightness she hadn’t seen in a long time. Catching Quinn’s gaze in the corner of her eye, Honey grinned, Ellen watched as her heart swelled with happiness.

"Well, I'm glad," Ellen said, her eyes misting with emotion. "Happy looks really good on you." Quinn's smile was wide as his attention shifted back to the table. "Thanks, Mom."

They chatted comfortably, the easy rapport between mother and son bringing back memories of home. Ellen felt a profound sense of relief and joy seeing Quinn so content, so clearly in love.

When Honey returned with their orders, she set the plates down with a cheerful smile. "Here we go! One turkey club for you, Mrs. Hughes, a wrap for Quinn, and a Caesar salad for me." "Thank you, Honey," Ellen said warmly, her eyes twinkling as she looked at the young woman who had been a fixture in their lives for so long. "It’s nice to see you both so happy."

Honey glanced at Quinn, their eyes meeting with a shared understanding and affection, "It’s nice to be happy," she replied, her voice soft but filled with meaning.

-

"And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong I sleep so I can see you because I hate to wait so long I sleep so I can see you and I hate to wait so long"

Vancouver was making Quinn miserable, hockey was a dream, but the isolation felt never-ending. Quinn sat alone in his apartment in Vancouver, staring out at the city lights that stretched across the horizon. Despite the excitement and the fulfillment of his lifelong dream, a deep sense of emptiness gnawed at him. 

He felt incomplete, a part of his heart missing.

Unable to bear the loneliness any longer, he picked up his phone and dialled Honey’s number. The phone rang a few times before her familiar, sweet voice filled his ears.

“Hey, Q,” Honey said, her voice warm but tinged with a sadness that matched his own. “Hey, Hun,” Quinn replied, his voice wavering slightly. He closed his eyes, savouring the sound of her voice, wishing he could reach through the phone and hold her close. “I miss you.” “I miss you too,” she whispered. 

He could hear the strain in her voice, the same struggle he was feeling reflected in her words. They talked for a little while, giving each other a rundown of their days, and she started filling him in on all the drama occurring within her sorority in his absence. But the conversation was laced with an unspoken tension, the looming threat of an inevitable decision hanging over them.

After a moment of silence, Quinn finally voiced the thoughts haunting him, “I think… I don’t know how to be a human without you anymore,” he confessed, his voice breaking, ��everything here feels wrong.” A quiet sniffle sounded from the other end as Honey began wiping away her tears, "I get it, I'm proud of you, but this is really hard" she mumbled as she laid down on her tiny dorm mattress.

"I don’t know how much longer we can keep doing this”

This was it.

It had been a growing issue between the two of them, for the longest time, even before they were together it was Quinn and Honey, a collective, neither of them having to live life without the other in nearly seven years. This part of their life seemed dedicated to figuring themselves out independently rather than as a pair, as it had been for many years.

Honey’s silence was deafening, and Quinn’s heart sank. He could almost see her, sitting in her room in Michigan, tears in her eyes as she struggled to find the right words.

“Maybe… maybe we need to take a break,” Honey finally said, her voice barely audible. “We could wait till Christmas when we are both home and we can make the decision then, I don’t want us to end up resenting each other because of this distance.” Quinn’s chest tightened, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart, they'd both be home in three weeks, three weeks to decide if the distance would make or break what seemed to be a perfect relationship, "Christmas it is."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to hold them back. “I love you,” he said, his voice cracking, “more than I could explain.”

First love is strange, it's about all or nothing, and right now he felt like he didn't have an ‘all’ to give, he had to go into his dreams, leaving his love back in Michigan.

“I love you too, Quinn,” Honey replied, her voice filled with sorrow. “And that’s why this is so hard.”

They lingered on the phone for a few more minutes, neither wanting to say goodbye. But eventually, they had to. Quinn ended the call, feeling a hollow ache in his chest.

He lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, the silence of his apartment feeling more oppressive than ever. The dream he had worked so hard to achieve now felt bittersweet, the absence of Honey a constant, aching reminder of what he was missing.

-

"She took my fingers to her mouth The kind of thing that makes you proud That nothing else had ever, worked out, worked out"

Summers were always a time of rest, a golden glow cast itself over the Hughes brother's new lake house, a little gift to themselves after signing the ELCs and starting that new chapter of their lives.

Tonight was the night everyone would be back in town, party to celebrate the summer and finally get to see everyone after months of being apart.

Quinn stood hands in the sink, washing all of the plates used at dinner before he joined the rest of the party outside for a bonfire. His eyes caught a glimpse of Honey out of his peripheral vision, and his breath caught in his throat as he turned a little to see her standing so prettily in a sundress, hair cut short with bangs, and a soft smile dancing on her lips.

"Want help?" she asked as she placed a small stack of dirty plates on the counter next to the sink. "If you wouldn't mind, I need someone to dry the dishes," he pointed to the dry cloth hanging on the handle of the stove.

She smiled and made her way beside him to start drying. Something was so soft and domestic about this moment, the two of them bumping shoulders every couple of seconds as they worked together.

"I never got to say it, but congrats on the Calder nomination, you were amazing this year," she said softly as their fingers brushed while he placed a freshly cleaned plate into her hand. "Thank you, Hun," the use of her nickname made her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as they stared at each other for a second, Quinn's eyes dipped to her lips and then back up to her eyes, a quiet asking of permission to kiss her after so many months of being apart.

She leaned in as her hand gripped his forearm for balance, his soapy hands finding her hips as their lips almost met. But before they could kiss Jack and Honey's older brother Chase stumbled into the room causing the couple to jump away from each other.

"Glad to see you two getting along," Jack mused, unaware of the moment he just ruined as he rummaged through the fridge for his coolers. A knowing grin worked its way onto Chase's face as he looked at Honey, taking note of the slight embarrassment and flustered expression that rested on her cheeks.

"We'll see you out there?" Chase asked his little sister. "Yeah! Just finishing the dishes," her voice slightly cracking as she looked back to Quinn who was nodding and returning to the dishes that were almost done.

As Chase left the kitchen to return to the company outside, Honey let out a little laugh at how the two reacted to being caught. A little piece of her hurt that she felt the need to hide her love for Quinn.

"I can finish these so you can go be with our friends," Quinn motioned for her to start heading outside. She shook her head as she picked the cloth back up, "Not letting you clean up all on your own, I'm in it for the long run," she gave him eyes that told him her words were much deeper than she was letting on, her hip bumping into his as he nodded slowly.

"I really like your dress by the way. Blue suits you," he said, running one of his fingers over the little blue flower pattern on her hip. "Thank you," she mumbled as she returned to her job of drying and putting away the dishes.

Later in the night Honey and Quinn were the only two left at the fire, waiting for it to go down before they finally retired to their rooms. The crackling of the flames and the gentle noise of rippling water hitting the shore filled the silence between them, but it was a comfortable silence.

Quinn looked over at Honey, the firelight casting a warm glow on her face, her cheeks a little sunburnt and her hair a little messy as she nursed the cider in her hands, "I’m really glad you’re here," he said softly. "Me too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at him, "I’ve missed you, Quinn. More than I can say."

Quinn patted the spot on the bench beside him, silently asking her to come to sit with him. She silently, and slightly tipsily made her way beside him, cheek pressed into his arm as she leaned against him. His hand found hers as they stared at the dying fire in front of them. 

"I’ve missed you too. It’s been hard without you." Honey squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his. "I know. But we’ll figure it out, won’t we?"

Quinn nodded, his heart full of hope. "Yeah, we will." Her head popped up a little to look him in the eyes, "I think you might be my soulmate,' she whispered as she pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder. Quinn had no more words to give, just lowering his head a little to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

A kiss to make up for the months of radio silence, a kiss that spoke more words than he ever could, one that eased both of them into knowing that this was it, no matter how long apart, it seemed they would always find one another, whether it be here or Vancouver, there wouldn't be a time where this love felt wrong.

But a few weeks and a handful of hookups later, they both returned to their lives apart, sorrowful, but also with a little promise that after senior year maybe the life they had brainstormed together could be a reality.

-

"And lately, I've tried other things, but nothing can capture the sting Of the venom, she's gonna spit out right now"

Quinn was startled awake at the noise of his phone buzzing in his ear, his do not disturb was turned on, meaning that the only people who could get a hold of him now were either his mother or Honey. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he rolled over to see Honey's caller ID on his screen. A photo of the two of them at their high school graduation posing for a photo for their mothers, adoration filled their eyes as they laughed at something Honey had mumbled in his ear.

He put the phone up to his ear to hear a quiet cry on the other under, followed by a hiccup as a sorry left her mouth. "Hun? What's wrong?" his head was a little dizzy with sleep as he propped himself up on his elbow. "Quinn...” Her voice was shaky, “I’m so sorry to call you like this. I’m... I’m drunk, and I just needed to talk to you.”

“It’s okay, Hun. I’m here. What happened?” he asked, fully sitting up and focusing on her. “There was this party for homecoming at one of the frats, the team invited me,” she began, her words slurring slightly and she wiped away the stream of tears down her face, “and I was just trying to have fun, but then someone kissed me, and... and I didn’t stop it right away. I hate myself for it, Quinn. I hate that I even thought for a second it wouldn’t always be you.”

Quinn’s heart ached to hear the pain in her voice. “Honey, it’s okay. You’re allowed to live your life. We’re not together right now, remember? I’m not upset.” “I still feel terrible,” she sobbed, “It feels wrong because it’s not you. It’s never been anyone but you.”

Quinn smiled a little at that confession but quickly was brought back down to earth by the sound of her cries on the other end.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his own emotions, “I get it, Hun. I really do. I won’t lie and say I’m not a little jealous, but I'm not upset.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with relief. “I just... I needed to hear your voice, needed to know you don’t hate me.” “I could never hate you,” Quinn said softly, “you’re a part of me, always have been, always will be.”

They talked for a while longer, Honey’s sobs gradually subsiding as Quinn reassured her. She eventually fell asleep, makeup smudged down her face, but comfy in her bed and still on the call while Quinn listened to her soft breathing, a mix of longing and heartache filling him.

After ending the call, Quinn lay back down, unable to stop thinking about Honey. The thought of her with someone else stung, but he knew they were both trying to navigate their lives in the best way they could. He wondered when their time would finally come when the distance and the obstacles would no longer keep them apart.

-

"Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavour?"

Honey's senior year had come and gone in the blink of an eye. She loved every second of it, but she was so ready to start the next chapter of her life. Now, she was on the hunt for her first full-time job, aiming for something in the media field in the Michigan area.

She also gave in to her curiosity and looked into jobs in the Vancouver area as well, pretending not to be upset as she job searched, fully aware that there wasn't, and probably never would be, a set plan for her to move in with Quinn any time soon. She and Quinn had yet to discuss whether their futures aligned. Silently, she hoped he would ask her to get back together because she knew there was no one else for her. However, she wasn't willing to be the girl who inserted herself into his new life.

She stood in front of the mirror in her room, adjusting her graduation cap and gown. A knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. She glanced at the clock, figuring it was one of her parents coming to check on her before the ceremony. 

When she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat.

There stood Quinn, looking slightly nervous but smiling. He was here, in the flesh, despite the long distance and his demanding schedule.

“Quinn,” she whispered, tears already forming in her eyes as she flung herself into his arms for the first time in nearly a year, “You told me you couldn't make it.” “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, arms still wrapped around the girl as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, “you thought I wasn't gonna come?” "I did, and I was mad at you for it," she gently smacked him in the chest as he laughed.

Honey pulled away momentarily, her hands cupping his face, thumbs running over the beard he was growing out as she stared at him with adoration.

"I could hear the anger in your message," he whispered as his hands found solace on her waist. She rolled her eyes and pulled away, beckoning him into her room so she could finish getting ready while they continued their talk.

Quinn caught her by the wrist before she could get too distracted with the final touches. Her eyes dropped to his hands, in the one not gently holding her was a tiny velvet box, "Quinn if that ring I'll be so mad at you," she whispered jokingly as he shook his head. "Not a ring, but it is a question," he mumbled as he pressed the box into the palm of her hand.

She furrowed her brows and looked down, opening it to reveal a key that lay gently on a piece of satin. Quinn stood feeling a little stupid, and vulnerable, as she looked back up at him with a softened expression.

"Is this a key to your house?" "It is?" "It's a key to my apartment, and I know you said you didn't know where you were gonna end up after school, but a little selfish piece of me wants you all to myself in Vancouver," he mumbled as her gaze switched between the key and him.

The hand still in his grasp found the side of his face as she leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. A silent remedy to all the hurt over the past few years as she dropped the little velvet box on the ground, key still firmly in her grasp as her arms wrapped around his neck and she deepened the kiss.

"Finish getting ready, we're gonna need to leave soon," he mumbled into her skin as he looked down at his watch.

She smiled as she fixed his tie and then pushed him onto her bed and out of her way as she looked around the room for her jewelry box. Quinn laughed, watching her with amusement as she darted around the room, trying to gather the last of her things.

“Where is that necklace?” she muttered to herself, rifling through a drawer. Quinn stood up and walked over, gently placing his hands on her shoulders to calm her down.

“Take a breath,” he said softly, “you look beautiful already.” Honey paused, taking a deep breath as she met his eyes. “Thanks, Q,” she said, a hint of a smile on her lips, “I just want everything to be perfect today.” “It will be,” he assured her, handing her the necklace she had been searching for, “and I’ll be right there with you.”

She took the necklace from his hand, her fingers brushing against his. “I know,” she said, her voice softer, “that means everything to me.”

Quinn helped her clasp the necklace around her neck, his fingers lingering for a moment before he stepped back to admire her. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready,” she nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She took his hand, feeling a sense of completeness she hadn’t felt in a long time.

As they walked out of her room and down the hall, Honey couldn’t help but feel that, despite all the uncertainty and challenges, everything was finally falling into place. Quinn was here, and with him by her side, she felt ready to face whatever the future held.

-

"I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my saviour I know that you've been worried, but the truth is in my favour"

A little over a year later and life was seemingly as perfect as it could get, Quinn stood in the doorway of the lake house's cozy living room, his heart swelling as he watched Honey sleep on the couch. The soft glow of the evening light framed her peaceful face, a faint smile resting on her lips as her hand rested gently on her growing baby bump, and the glint of her wedding ring caught his eye, reminding him of how lucky he was.

The past year has been a whirlwind of happy accidents and full of so much love. 

Honey found out she was pregnant a few months after she settled down into Quinn's apartment. Many tears were shed and a lot of anxiety filled those days, but there was nothing the two were more certain of than the love they knew they were going to give their child. Next came the wedding. Some might call it a 'shotgun' wedding, but to Quinn, it was simply a long time coming.

It seemed life was testing them, but they were handling it all with such ease, that there was nothing they couldn't do as a team.

Quinn quietly maneuvered his way around to the kitchen to get to the living room, carefully sitting down next to her sleeping figure as his eyes took notice of the pretty expression on her face, his fingers running through her curls as she let out a tired hum and unconsciously placed her head in his lap

His chest filled with a sense of gratitude as her hand subconsciously found him and placed it on her bump, mumbling about "kicking" as their son ran his foot along Quinn's palm.

He smiled softly and sat back up, fingers returning to her scalp as his eyes remained on her face.

Her eyes gently opened and immediately went to him, catching him in the act of staring as his hand found hers. "Why are you staring at me?" Quinn reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender, “because I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”

Honey’s eyes softened, “I love you too, Quinn,” she murmured tears in her eyes as she squeezed his hand gently. "Why are you crying?" "Cause you're so sweet, and I’m so pregnant" she mumbled as she used her extra hand to fan her face before looking up at a grinning Quinn.

Quinn leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, his heart full of love and contentment. As he pulled back, he couldn’t help but smile, knowing that no matter their challenges, they would always have each other. And in that moment, Quinn felt like the luckiest man in the world.

-

"And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long I sleep so I can see you, and I hate to wait so long"

The soft glow of nightlights illuminated the nursery as Honey and Quinn moved quietly, their hearts full as they prepared their little ones for bed. Both Hayden and Warren were tucked into the same bed, snuggled up in their pyjamas after a long day on the boat. Now, they were freshly showered and all tired out.

Honey read them a book, but she didn’t even get through half of it before they both fell asleep in each other's arms, faces scrunched up as they hugged one another and slept peacefully.

Quinn grinned as he tapped his wife, pointing to the two sleeping little ones, then motioned for them to leave and start getting themselves ready for bed. They tiptoed out of the kids' room and into their own, grins on their faces as they both started their nighttime routines.

Honey finished brushing her teeth and stepped into their bedroom, feeling the comforting presence of their shared space. Quinn was already there, setting his phone down on the nightstand. He turned to her, his eyes filled with warmth.

“You know, we’ve got some pretty cute kids,” Quinn said, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Honey laughed softly, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Yeah, we do,” she agreed, resting her head against his chest. “It’s hard to believe how quickly they’re growing up, they used to be so little.”

Quinn pressed a kiss to the top of her head, as Honey crawled over top of him and to her side of the bed, a grin growing on her face as her fingers raked through his slightly outgrown hair, just the way she liked it. He looked over, watching as her eyes landed on his lips, her tucked under her teeth as she watched him lean over to press gentle kisses down her chest, his touch filled with love as he toyed with the straps of her tank top. 

Honey cupped his jaw, bringing his face up to hers, thumb running over his bearded cheek before she placed a peck on his jaw and then pulled away to look at him again. “I’m so happy we found each other. I can’t imagine my life without you.” Quinn’s heart swelled at her words, he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, “I love you, more than words can say.”

And that is how their night went—quiet confessions and lots of love as they talked through the night, sharing many intimate moments both verbally and physically until they were too tired out to continue.

-

"And we can run away to the walls inside your house I can be the cat, baby, you can be the mouse"

The sterile scent of the hospital room mixed with the faint beeping of monitors had Quinn in a panic. He sat beside Honey’s bed, cradling their newborn daughter, Maeve, in his arms.

His eyes were red-rimmed and wet with tears, his heart still pounding from the harrowing hours they had just endured. It seemed that every second his eyes weren't on either the baby or Honey he immediately went into fight or flight.

Honey lay pale but conscious, her eyes heavy but filled with love as she watched Quinn with their daughter. no one speaking as they let the tension sit in the air for a little, Honey so tired out, and Quinn unable to string a sentence together without the possibility of crying

Quinn looked down at Maeve, her tiny face peaceful and serene as he pressed against his bare chest. The overwhelming relief that she was healthy clashed with the residual terror of almost losing Honey. He gently rocked Maeve, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke to her.

He looked back up to the honey who was staring at him silently, "do you want to talk about it?" she said, voice strained and tired as Quinn looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"I dont think I’ve ever been that scared in my life," he whispered as his extra hand reached out to hold hers, a sad smile on her face as she nodded, "When they told me there were complications, I… I didn’t know what to do. The thought of raising our kids without you, of living without you—it was unbearable.”

The sentence itself was enough to make him cry, maybe even throw up, the thought of doing day-to-day life without her was unimaginable.

"I'm here though, and you won't ever have to worry about that again okay? I'm just fine, a little tired, but I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," she said reassuringly as her hand squeezed his with as much of her strength as she could. Quinn dropped her hand momentarily to wipe his tears as he nodded, trying to push all of it to the side and now focus on both Honey and Maeve being healthy.

“She’s perfect, just like you,” he said softly as Honey looked down at the bundle in his arms. "Can I hold her? I haven't gotten to yet," she asked so sweetly as Quinn smiled and nodded, standing up gently to place their little girl on her chest before he slipped his shirt back on.

"She looks just like you," Quinn brought his chair even closer to the side of her bed to lean in closer to the two of them. "She has your curls though, first of our babies that look like me," she beamed as Quin reached forward brushing a strand of hair from Honey’s face.

Quinn leaned in once again, pressing a tender kiss to Honey’s forehead, “I’m so grateful for you, I hope you know that,” he confessed as she looked at him with tears in her eyes, leaning forward to press her forehead against his.

They sat there in the quiet of the hospital room, their hearts beating in sync. The fear and anxiety began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. Maeve stirred slightly in Honey’s arms, a small, contented sigh escaping her lips as her little fingers gripped Honey's.

And at that moment, with their new baby girl safely in their arms and the worst behind them, they knew it was true. Together, they could face anything.

-

"And we can laugh off things that we know nothing about We can go forever until you wanna sit it out"

The car ride back from dropping Maeve off at the airport was a quiet one, she was heading off to start university, her big sister was already living in New York and promised her parents to take good care of her and help her get set up and comfortable in her dorm. Quinn and Honey drove in silence, each lost in their thoughts as the reality of their new life settled in. They were now empty nesters, life remaining in Vancouver, the years had brought many changes, but Quinn and Honey Hughes had embraced each one with open hearts. 

Quinn's career on the ice had been remarkable, but now he found fulfillment in coaching, passing on his knowledge and passion to the next generation as the head coach of the Abbotsford Canucks. Honey, having made her mark in the business industry, had shifted her focus to organizing charities in the Vancouver area, using her skills to give back to the community.

Their home, once filled with the bustling energy of three children, was now a quieter place. Yet, it was still warm with love and laughter, often filled with visits from their kids who were now living their own lives.

Honey silently cried as they drove off in the opposite direction of the airport, Quinn's attention moved from the road to his crying wife. "What's wrong?" “I’m just thinking about how quickly it all went by. One moment, they were babies, and now… they’re all grown up and living their own lives.” Quinn squeezed her hand, feeling a lump form in his throat. “Yeah, it feels like just yesterday we were bringing them home from the hospital.”

Honey chuckled softly, a tear finally escaping down her cheek, “I’m so proud of them and us. We did a good job, didn’t we?” “We did,” Quinn agreed, his voice thick with emotion. “They’re amazing kids and good people, and that’s because of you. You’ve been the best mother they could ever ask for.” She smiled, leaning her head against the seat, “And you’ve been the best father and support system. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner through all of this.”

As they pulled into their driveway, the house stood quiet and serene, a stark contrast to the bustling home it once was. They got out of the car and walked inside, the silence enveloping them. Quinn took a deep breath, trying to shake off the melancholy that was settling in.

Honey wandered into the living room, looking at the family photos that adorned the walls. Pictures of birthdays, holidays, cup days, and everyday moments captured in time. She traced a finger over a photo of Maeve as a toddler, smiling up at the camera with a toothy grin while Hayden and Warren hugged her. 

Quinn came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, “We’ve got a lot of great memories, don’t we?” “We do,” Honey whispered, leaning into him, her hands placed over the top of his.

“Now we get to make new ones, just the two of us.” He kissed her temple, feeling a sense of peace wash over him, “Yeah, we do.”

They spent the evening reminiscing, talking about their children and all the wonderful memories they had made. 

Later that night, as they lay in bed, Quinn turned to Honey, his hand resting on her cheek, “I love you,” he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. “I’ve loved every moment of our journey together, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.” Honey smiled, tears filling her eyes once again as she rolled into his arms, “I love you too, Quinn. We’ve had an incredible life, and I'm excited for the rest of our lives.”They fell asleep in each other’s arms, comforted by the knowledge that while their roles as parents had changed, their love for each other and their family remained the same. And as they faced this new phase of life together, they knew they were far from empty. Their hearts were full, and their love would continue to guide them through whatever came next.

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[htpssgavi]

pleaseee bestfriends to lovers with gavi🙏🙏🙏

hiii!!! Sorry it took me that much to write it😭😭

Best Friends to Lovers

Gavi and y/n had been best friends for as long as he could remember. Growing up in the same vibrant neighborhood in Barcelona, they shared everything from childhood secrets to teenage dreams. Now at nineteen, Gavi was making a name for himself as a talented footballer at FC Barcelona, while y/n, eighteen, was finishing high school and making waves as a rising star in volleyball.

Their bond was unbreakable, a blend of deep friendship and mutual respect. They were always there for each other, through the highs and lows, laughter and tears. But lately, something had shifted. Gavi couldn't deny the way his heart raced when y/n was around, the way his eyes lingered on her a bit longer than before, the way her touch sent shivers down his spine.

One breezy spring evening, after a particularly exhausting match, Gavi decided to unwind with y/n. They agreed to visit their favorite spot—a quiet beach just outside Barcelona. It was their haven, a place where they could escape the world and just be themselves.

As they walked along the sandy shore, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the waves, Gavi couldn't help but steal glances at y/n. She looked more beautiful than ever, her eyes reflecting the warm hues of the sunset, her smile radiant. His heart swelled with a mixture of affection and longing he could no longer ignore.

"Do you remember when we first came here?" y/n asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

"Of course," Gavi replied with a smile. "We were just kids, and we thought this beach was a hidden treasure. We even made a pact to keep it our secret spot."

Y/n laughed, the sound like music to Gavi's ears. "And we've kept that promise all these years. This place still feels magical."

They found a spot near the water and sat down, the serene atmosphere enveloping them. For a while, they watched the waves gently lapping at the shore, the scene as peaceful as their friendship had always been. But tonight, Gavi felt a sense of urgency, a need to say what he'd been holding back for too long.

"Y/n, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with nervousness.

She turned to him, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of concern. "What is it, Gavi?"

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "We've been best friends for so long, and you've always been there for me. But recently, I've realized something… something more. I can't keep it to myself any longer."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. "What do you mean?"

Gavi reached for her hand, his touch gentle but firm. "I love you, y/n. Not just as a friend, but as someone I want to share my life with. I've been afraid to tell you because I didn't want to risk our friendship, but I can't hide it anymore."

Tears filled y/n's eyes as she listened, her heart pounding in her chest. "Gavi, I… I love you too. I've felt this way for a while but was too scared to say anything."

Relief and joy washed over Gavi as he pulled her into his arms. They stayed like that for a while, holding each other as the sun dipped below the horizon, their hearts beating in sync.

From that moment on, their relationship changed. They were no longer just best friends; they were partners, lovers, soulmates. Gavi's career continued to soar, and y/n's volleyball skills flourished, each of them supporting and inspiring the other. They traveled together, explored new places, and built a life filled with love, laughter, and countless shared moments.

Their bond, once a simple friendship, had grown into something beautiful and profound. Through every challenge and triumph, they stood by each other's side, their love growing stronger with each passing day.

And so, beneath the ever-present Catalonian sky, Gavi and y/n wrote the chapters of their love story, forever intertwined, forever in love. Their journey together was a testament to the power of love and the beauty of finding a soulmate in the most unexpected places.

[diekleinesuesse]

Being best friends with Seungmin:

Being Best Friends with Seungmin means having a Friendship Full of Laughter, Love, and Support

A Heart of Gold and an Ear to Listen

Being best friends with Seungmin means having a friend who truly listens. While he might be the energetic and witty vocalist on stage, off-stage, he’s someone who genuinely cares about your thoughts and feelings. Whether you’re facing tough times or celebrating successes, Seungmin would always make time for you. You’d know that when you need to talk, he’s there, offering sound advice wrapped in humor. His ability to listen without judgment would make you feel safe and understood.

Endless Laughter: The Seungmin Sense of Humor

One of the greatest things about being friends with Seungmin would be his knack for making you laugh. He’s the type of person who can turn any situation into a comedy sketch, always with the intention of lifting everyone’s spirits. With his sarcastic wit and playful pranks, hanging out with Seungmin would never be boring. Inside jokes would fill the air, and you’d find yourself laughing until your sides hurt. Whether it’s poking fun at each other or sharing funny stories, his infectious sense of humor would create memories you’d cherish forever.

Quiet Comfort: The Calm in His Storm

Though Seungmin is often the funny one in the room, there’s a calmness to him that would make your friendship feel even more balanced. In moments when things quiet down, you’d find comfort in simply sitting together in peaceful silence. These quiet moments of connection whether it’s talking about life or just being in each other’s presence would be just as meaningful as the louder, more energetic times. It’s a friendship where you don’t need to fill every moment with words, and that quiet understanding would make you feel truly close.

Competitive Spirit with a Soft Heart

Seungmin’s playful competitive side would add a fun twist to your friendship. Whether you’re battling it out in video games, sports, or casual challenges, you’d always know that Seungmin is giving it his all. His competitiveness would make every game exciting, but it would never overshadow the joy of spending time together. At the end of the day, no matter who wins, he’d be there with a smile, cheering you on and appreciating the fun you shared.

Supportive Through Thick and Thin

True friends have each other’s backs no matter what and Seungmin would be no exception. If you’re feeling down or going through a tough time, Seungmin would be the first to notice and check in on you. He might not always have all the answers, but he’d offer his support in his own unique ways. From small gestures like making your favorite food to just being there when you need him most, Seungmin’s kindness would never go unnoticed. He’s the kind of friend who cares deeply about your well-being, even in the smallest of actions.

A Friendship Full of Shared Experiences

As best friends, you’d also get the chance to be part of Seungmin’s life as a Stray Kids member. Whether it’s joining him during rehearsals, sharing backstage moments, or hanging out with the group, you’d feel like a part of his world. Watching Seungmin’s hard work and dedication firsthand would deepen your respect for him, and you’d find yourself cheering him on from the sidelines as he does what he loves. As you spend more time together, you’d form lasting bonds not just with Seungmin but with the rest of Stray Kids, creating memories that are hard to top.

Seungmin’s Friendship: A Treasure You’ll Hold Forever

At the end of the day, being best friends with Seungmin would be an incredible experience that combines humor, deep connection, and unwavering support. His genuine care for you would shine through in everything he does, whether it’s through his jokes, his competitive nature, or his quiet moments of understanding. A friendship with Seungmin is one you’ll always treasure, filled with love, laughter, and the knowledge that he’ll always be there for you.

[castingspellsanddaisies]

Jude Bellingham's bad habits + red flags | Tarot Reading

DISCLAIMER: This reading is done for entertainment purposes so take everything in here with a grain of salt and have fun!

Besides being a man, what are Jude's main bad habits?

garden + clover + man + cross + bear + fox

7 of cups + 3 of pentacles reversed + king of swords + 8 of swords reversed + 3 of wands reversed + the world

Jude sometimes acts irresponsably, specially when he's with his ''friends'' (yes, in quotation marks because half of people he hangs out with are not trustworthy). He's easily bented by someone who's (or appears to be) stronger in his/her beliefs, principles, religion...You name it! omg there are people around him who know this as well. He needs to be careful. He just goes with the flow when he's in groups.

Jude also tends to try to use logic in situations where he only needs to feel it. But he does that because he thinks he will move on faster if he rationalizes everything instead of just allowing his feelings to overflow him, but then he gets stuck in it and it feels like forever. He's not as smart as he sometimes thinks he is - not yet, at least. He overthinks everything soooo much.

Jude stays in situations where he's not being recognized longer than he should. He always feels like he can somehow fix those problems by staying, when in reality he ends up being disrespected in it.

And when he gets hurt, he overindulges. And how does he do that? In many ways, in all the ways (think Pisces energy). His escapism tendencies worry me a little bit. He falls for illusions, oh, so easily it's almost cute if he wasn't an adult man.

Does Jude have Red Flags in romantic relationships? If yes, what are they?

mountain + man + cross + fox + rider + sun | back of the deck: fish

page of swords + 3 of cups + 9 of cups + 8 of pentacles + 10 of pentacles reversed + the high priestess reversed | back of the deck: knight of swords reversed

Overall, I don't see anything too much worrying.

In his romantic relationships, Jude's pretty much focused in making his partner happy, in building an amazing (dare I say? He wants it to be ''perfect'' even) relationship. He wants to have fun with his partner, he wants to be the reason his partner's always happy. He's very active with his her and always coming up with new ideas to improve the relationship and both of them. fantastic.

But Jude sometimes withdrawls into his own world, and there's nothing you can do except wait until he comes back. He also tends to act a bit selfish, like doing something and telling his partner later instead of right away. In a long-term relationship, he tends to have abandonment issues, his insecurities start to show after a while, and it can be heavy for his partner. Jude may start victimizing himself to his partner, and this can be a problem.

Does Jude have any Red Flags in his friendships? If yes, what are they?

fox + rider + scynthe + child + whip + crossroads

ace of wands + 7 of pentacles + the tower reversed + temperance + king of cups reversed + 2 of cups

Overall, Jude's a good friend, a commited one. I see he coming up with a lot of ideas on how to have fun, always active, always a joy to be around. He's sweet with his friends, very touchy too. This man just loves touching a lot hahaha BUT he really needs to stop being a pushover, especially with these ''friends'' of his. He just do what he's told... Jude!

And he does anything in his power to keep things peaceful among the friend group, because I see that sometimes things catch fire. Do you remember in another reading when I said that he's very emotionally mature concerning ackowledging his own emotions and expressing them? (I also said tha he still has a lot to learn) Well, yes, he is like that, but as a friend, Jude needs to learn how to step up for himself, because he ends up being too ''childlike'', unable to assert himself among his ''friends''. He's... soft, you know?

That's all for now, folks!!

I hope you enjoyes the reading. Take care <33

[kinokkotsu]

Tender — Nanami Kento x Reader

々synopsis: After years of balancing love life and work life, Nanami has finally came up with a day where he asks for your hand in marriage.

Please let — Promise Of The World (from Howl’s Moving Castle) play in the background for better experience xoxo.

A normal life is what Nanami has always desired to have.

He always dreams to become a person who is a provider for his partner and his children— a responsible and respectful one.

Now that he has been in a relationship with you for over three years, he couldn’t bare to wait any longer. He wants to become a member of your family. He has always visualised cooking meals with you in the kitchen, the room filled with nothing but only laughs of joy. He has visualized staying in a foreign country where the peace radiates— somewhere near the countryside maybe, with a cat and a dog, he only needs to see the curve of your lips.

He has been working hard for the past few years in order to provide you financially, so that you must not worry over bills and expenses.

Now that everything has been settled, it is time for the ring.

The sun is setting and the birds chirp while they fly back to their homes. Nanami awaits in the living room, anxious. He has a small box in his hands. You won’t be back from work till 5.30 and it is currently 5.17.

Thoughts run wild in Nanami’s brain while he sits.

Was he being too desperate? Is three years such a short period time to get married? Will you even actually like the idea of getting married to him?

He wonders.

Time passes so fast that the door swings open as you come in swiftly with a tired smile on your face. “Dear..I’m hom- oh my, you almost scared me,” Unexpectedly, you laugh when you see Nanami sitting on the sofa with his face all pale and sweaty.

“welcome home,” he greets as you hum and lock the door securely. “We need to talk,” Nanami utters.

You glance at him with a slight surprise, “talk? about what?”

At this point you are as anxious as he is too. With his face being too serious, the atmosphere somehow makes you uncomfortable. “What is it? Is something wrong?” You ask, putting your hand your on your thighs when you settle down next to him.

Now the sky is getting darker, radiating the area with dark orangey glow. The city lights illuminate the night sky as the sun peaks down from the horizon.

Nanami sighs— a deep one. He gets up as he kneels down in front of you, “kento,” you call him out In surprise.

“It has been three years since we’ve been in a sincere relationship..with our friendship lasting for over a decade I believe it has finally reached the day where I shall ask for your hand in marriage,” he says, using big words which claims a weak grin from you.

Kento looks up at you and gives you a soft smile, “will you marry me?” he asks.

You look away. The tears burn your eyes while you sniff them away. Nodding profusely, you brush the tears away. Your throat is as dry as a sandpaper at the moment, you couldn’t speak.

He smiles, ear to ear.

He gently pulls your hand closer to his body before giving a peck on it, pushing the ring onto your fingers afterwards. The ring size is just perfect. He knows of course. He has every single detail of you memorized, unintentionally.

“I’ll protect, forever..only until death do us apart.” He vows before embracing your whole hand and putting your palm onto his head. Your fingers run through the blonde strands before you give him a tender kiss on the forehead.

You sob, unable to say a word just yet. He looks up at you, smiling as you do. “..My wife— my woman,” he says. Your stomach twists with joy. Never has you ever been loved so conditionally by a man, there is this man from your teenage years, appealing as the future father of your children.

You hug his head while he lays on your stomach, “..love you so much, Kento.”

“I love you too,” he matters before he returns the hug as he wraps his arms around your waist.

You can tell I have been watching ghibli movies so look forward to seeing more cheesy stuff like this too. Reblogs, likes and follows are highly appreciated.

[grndgame]

farewell, my angels, and thank you for a season of love, joy, friendship, and unexpected triumphs. rest in peace, 2024-25 washington capitals. ogapey forever.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

What do Gods know about love 

Shanks x reader. Soulmate AU. Just a little headcanon/shortfic I wrote while away on holiday. (moodboard)

*****

Imagine a world in which the name of your fated partner appears on the wrist/forearm of your dominant arm. There is no specific moment, sometimes it happens to young children while others have to wait until old age.

Shanks has already lost his arm when one day, suddenly as he's walking along a pier, his heart skips a beat, and a sweet taste fills his mouth, as if he had bitten into ambrosia - the telltale signs that his soulmark is revealing itself. Excited, he looks at his right arm... and finds nothing.

He waits patiently for almost an hour, even though the appearance of one's soulmark should be immediate after the signs... And then he realises the truth.

Even though he's by now accustomed to using his right arm to wield his sword, or a spoon, or a pen, Shanks is naturally left-handed, or rather he was until he lost his left arm to save Luffy... which means that his soulmark has appeared on a part of his body he has lost forever, either swallowed by the Sea King or sunk to the bottom of the abyss.

He'll never know the name of his soulmate. Shanks feels... he doesn't know how exactly. He never cared too much about relationships and love beyond the occasional dalliance and one night stand, so heartbreak is too strong a word to describe his state of mind, but he is disappointed, a sense of loss he can't shake off and that for a while makes it harder to appreciate everything he should feel fortunate for, his freedom and the friendship and loyalty of his crewmates.

In time he makes peace with his loss. He's happy with his life as it is, the occasional woman (or man) to spend a night or two with and then say goodbye to, his heart closely guarded against anyone who could threaten to break it. One day, maybe, he'll meet his soulmate; he'll know because they will have his name on their arm, and then... Well, he'll decide what to do when the time calls, and until then he's more than happy with being unattached.

Until he meets you. He falls quick and hard, a feeling that goes well beyond physical attraction and that eclipses everything he has ever felt before; soon, everything he can think about is you, and the desire to have you by his side. He bides his time, gets to know you well as he does his best to make a good impression on you, and soon he feels reasonably sure you care for him as well. Unfortunately, he can't be sure he's your soulmate, because you're always wearing a long-sleeved jacket, or a long glove, or bandages, that cover your dominant arm and keep your soulmark secret. Which is not unusual, lots of people decide to keep it secret since it's a private matter, but Shanks would gladly give his only arm to know: he loves you desperately, so much the feeling is overwhelming and almost scary in its intensity. He doesn't know how much more he can take not knowing the truth, but discovering there is another person's name on your arm, and that he's not your soulmate, would break his heart.

Shanks has never allowed fear to stop him from doing what he believes is right, or something he deems important, and he doesn't intend to start now. He arranges for the two of you to have some time alone, woos you with flowers and a bottle of good wine, and then he takes your hand in his and, heart pounding in his chest so hard it hurts, confesses his love for you. He's overjoyed when, eyes shining with joy, you immediately return his feelings, telling him you love him as well and that you want nothing more than being with him.

A kiss follows, intense enough to make both of you tremble, and Shanks wants nothing more than to spend the rest of the night holding you in his arm, kissing your mouth and enjoying the sweet sensation of your body near his, but the doubt is eating him alive. And so, voice reduced to a whisper, your arms wrapped around his neck and as he sees you offer him your mouth for a new kiss, he asks to see your soulmark.

He feels his heart sink when he sees a crestfallen, and then immediately after melanchonic, expression fill your face.

"Why do you want to see it, Shanks?" you ask sadly; you look disappointed, like a teacher who has seen their best student fail an easy exam, and Shanks hates that he's the one who let you down, he who wants nothing more than to make you the happiest woman in the Four Seas. Conversely, he's also disappointed, convinced as he is that there's another person destined to claim your heart.

"It's someone else, is it not? I should have known, it was too good to be true."

"I didn't say that. Tell me, why is it so important for you to know whose name is written on my arm?"

Shanks has to pose that same question to himself, since he has not reflected on it, and once he does, he feels mortified.

"You need proof, right? You can't trust that I'm sincere when I say I love you and want to be with you, but knowing that we have been predestined to be together would reassure you."

It would, and Shanks admits, both in the privacy of his heart and out loud, that not only it's unfair of him to wish for a confirmation he himself cannot give, since his left arm has most likely become fish food, but putting his trust in a sign someone, the Gods or Destiny or some other imperscrutable force, assigned you, rather than trusting the sincerity of your feelings and words, is probably the most inauspicious way to begin your life together as a couple. You deserve better, at least from your man.

"Forgive me." he murmurs in the end, his eyes trained on your hand now held in his; you haven't stood to leave and never speak to him again, which Shanks considers a blessing given the horrible impression he's making, but he couldn't blame you if you decided that, after all, he's not the sort of man you can bind yourself to "It's not that I don't trust you, but... I guess that I care so much about you, and about the possibility of us together, that I wanted to be as sure as I could that it was real, and that it would last."

"It is real; at least for me." you reassure him "And I do want it to last."

"As I do. What I feel for you, I've never felt it for anyone else; and I also know that I should respect and trust you as well as love you, and that means believing what you say, rather than trusting the Gods made the right choice pairing us up."

You tell him you're happy to hear that. After all, you point out gently, plenty of soulmate couples are unhappy for various reasons, therefore having his name on your arm would not necessarily mean you're going to work as a couple. You'll build your future yourselves, staying together because you want to and not because someone compels you to, and as long as you trust and remain loyal to each other, you know you'll be alright.

"So... Do you want to see my soulmark?" you ask in the end, once peace has returned between you and Shanks and you're enjoying the warmth of his embrace, your cheek resting against his shoulder as his hand moves up and down your spine "I won't get upset if you want to, I don't want there to be secrets between us."

Shanks reflects on it for a moment before answering; he has perceived the tension in your voice, which has convinced him the name you carry on your arm is not his, but he's determined not to be discouraged. Who cares if fate didn't mean for you to be together? What do Gods know about love after all? He wants you, and you want him; what else do you need? You'll build your Destiny together, and while no one can know what future may bring, it is hard, as he looks into your adoring eyes and enjoys the warmth of your soft body pressed against his, not to feel confident that what you share is going to last forever.

"You decide." he proposes in the end "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and it's your body, so... Yeah, the choice is yours."

He immediately knows he made the right choice, or at least one that has earned him forgiveness for his previous faux-pas, when he sees you smile, and then, tentatively, remove the long glove that covers your left arm up to the elbow. You wordlessly present it to him... and Shanks gasps.

"It happened when I was eleven." you explain quietly "I hadn't received my mark yet, and the town I lived in was famous for its fireworks shows. I had this... firecracker in my hand, and I don't know what happened, I was always careful... it exploded. I was lucky not to lose my hand, in time the wounds healed and now it doesn't pain me anymore, but as you see the skin is completely burned."

It really is, Shanks thinks, his heart full of pity, since your poor arm is still carrying the signs of that terrible accident... including the inner forearm, where your soulmark is supposed to be, the name of your fated partner forever hidden by the burned skin.

"You hadn't gotten it yet, had you?"

"I hadn't; I received my mark only years later. Shanks, I'm sorry if you're... disappointed..."

"I'm not; I'm just saddened, that you had to experience such pain." he reassures you, using his hand to bring yours to his lips; he kisses the back, and then the palm, and your wrist, and then a line of butterfly kisses along your forearm follows "So we're even in a way; neither of us can know the name of the other's soulmate. I must confess, I feel... relieved."

"As I am. I always thought that when I found the right person, the other part of me, I'd simply... know, if not immediately at least in time, for sure." you agree, almost shy as you look at him "And I think I was right."

Shanks smiles softly as he holds you against him; there is a peace in his heart he has never known before, a peace that fills him with joy, gratitude, and hope for the future.

"I think I was right as well." he murmurs, chastely kissing your brow to then lower his lips to claim yours in a new, breathtaking kiss "And I've never felt so glad of it.”

[emometalhead]

It's time for my annual New Year's post!! I hope everyone finds peace and fun as we enter 2025. Sending good vibes all around 🩷✨️.

As per tradition, I want to express my gratitude for my lovely friends here. (In alphabetical order by url.)

@awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands - Alessia!! You are such a sweetheart. You are such a caring, kind person, and you're so beautiful inside and out. I am extremely lucky to have you in my life. You are a wonderful cheerleader for my successes, and I can only hope I provide the same enthusiasm for your life. I'm so proud of you for completing your schooling earlier this year, and I'm even prouder that you were able to dedicate your time to subjects that interest you so greatly. Your talent, creativity, and determination are inspiring. You are going to do amazing things, and I hope this coming year brings lots of joy and success. Love you 🩷🩷

@born-to-lose - Hiiii Mel 😘. Here's to many more concerts, musical discoveries, and fun flirtatious moments in 2025. You deserve all of the best and most enjoyable experiences in life. You're so smart, so talented, and so dedicated to your passions. I am in awe of you, always. It's actually so rude that you're so lovely and incredible. Also you're hot. Like girl, what can't you do? Love you forever 💍. I'm excited to see what this year will bring for you. I hope it's lots of joy and success in your endeavors. You're creative, talented, have great taste, and you're such a likeable person. I know you'll amount to great things, and it is so cool to have a glimpse into your life.

@day-trippin-dreamer - Tina!!!!!! I tell you all the time how much I love you and how amazing I think you are. It still bears repeating. You are one of my favorite people, and your friendship means more to me than you'll ever know. I am giving you the biggest virtual hug. Thank you for being there for me for so many years now. I know I can always count on you when I'm down, and I can always count on you to be just as excited as me when good things happen. Also you have such good taste, and it will always be an honor to be your friend and mutual. Here's to another great year of friendship, and hopefully lots of lovely lovely things in your future. ILY ✨️🩷

@doctorqueensanatomy - Hello my dearest, Sheamus! We've been friends for a few years now, but the way in which our friendship has blossomed this year has been so beautiful to me. I live for our life updates and spirited conversations about media, the effects of Capitalism, our regional quirks, and literally anything and everything else. I'm eternally grateful for you. I so badly wish I could snap my fingers and transport across the world to hang out with you. I'm always impressed by your thoughtfulness and ability to talk through situations. You are so smart, brilliant, and fun. I hope you know how much I love you. May this coming year bring us even closer. 🥰🥰

@duffmckagans - Hi Kelsey!! 😁 I'm so glad you're back on here!! Your presence brings a calm and bright energy into my life. We have had such a good few years of friendship despite the chaos surrounding both of our lives. After a bit of separation this year due to the aforementioned chaos, I hope 2025 will bring us closer than ever. I love how easily you understand my insane ramblings and the one million connections I make between media I love. You are so incredibly smart, insightful, and creative. I'll never stop being in awe of you. I also appreciate your willingness to be petty and dramatic with me. Multifaceted queen lol. Seriously though, I love you a ton, and I'm so happy you're in my life. I hope 2025 brings you stability and success. I'm always rooting for you.

@idontwanttospoiltheparty - Hi Fiona! I know we don't talk a ton, but your presence on my dash is always greatly appreciated. I love your takes, informed nuance, and analysis. It is clear how much thought you put into everything you care about, and that is admirable. I hope you know I genuinely take time to read and process everything you post, because it is always interesting. I hope this coming year is a positive one for you. I can't wait to see what you do or create next, and I'm sending good vibes your way. 🥰

@inquisitiveheretic - Hi Lee!! You've been around less this year, so I have really had to pay attention and appreciate when you're on my dash. Idk if you'll even see this, but I hope you do. I am wishing the best for you! I hope you're thriving irl. You will always be a person I hold a lot of respect for. It's been a long while, and I miss our chats. Just know even if we don't speak at all, I am always rooting for you. I hope lots of great media and interesting analysis comes your way in 2025. ♡♡♡

@losers-yurio - RYLIE!! I have no clue if you'll see this lol. I'm including you anyway. I will always always always be so grateful that we met. You will always be my first true Internet friend, and I'll never be able to explain the impact you've had on my life. I'm so grateful for you. It seems like you're absolutely killing it in college, and I'm so proud of you. You're such a kind, funny, and beautiful person. What an honor it is to even peripherally be in your life. I'm sending hugs and good vibes forever and ever. Here's to a wonderful new year ✨️✨️✨️

@nocturnal-light - Lynne, you impress me every single day. You're a great artist. Your drawings and crafts are always so cool, and it is an awesome thing to see. Your skating is so gorgeous. I'm so proud of you for everything you have accomplished with your skating career, and I'm so happy for you to have opportunities to do what you love. You are a ray a light, and I hope you know how much I adore you even though we don't talk too often. I hope you have a great 2025 full of music and fun. 🩷🩷

@no-fxn-club - Frankie!! Frankie!! Frankie!! You have no clue how often I think of you. Everytime I see cows, I think "Frankie would love them". Everytime I see a post where someone refers to a soda as a coke, I think of you. Everytime I listen to The Used or Set It Off or hear a southern twang, I think of you. You mean so much to me, and it is such an honor to know you. You have the best sense of humor, great taste in music, such a streak of creativeness, and it all cumulates in you being one of the best people I know. I am wishing you (and all your pets!!) a lovely, lovely 2025. 🖤🖤🖤

@only-a-heartbeat-away Hi Harlow! I think a lot of our interests have diverged, but I still have so much joy about us being mutuals. You're a really great person, and I love that we can still connect despite being in so many different fandoms. I love your passion about the bands you love, and I hope you discover even more cool music in the new year. I'm sending good vibes your way!! 🩷

@rebelrollerqueen - Hey Ren!! You haven't been around as much lately, so I hope you see this. I'm so proud of you. You are so intelligent, determined, and expressive. Your hair, makeup, and fashion are always above and beyond. Your taste in music is so good. Plus, you're a genuine, kind, and loving person. I don't care how old you become. I'll always be happy to be your Internet Mom. Seeing you grow over the last few years has been a beautiful thing, and I can't wait to continue seeing you move forward and succeed in life. Love you so much!! ♥️

@sohardlovingyou Hi Jori!!! You're my pop girlie icon forever. I love how tuned in you are to all the celebrity gossip and internet drama, and I love how happily you cheer on the people you're a fan of. Your blog is always a source of joy for me. It is so fun seeing your takes, and it's even more fun with how often our opinions overlap. You're such a fun person, and you're also gorgeous!! The whole package!! I hope you're winning in life, and I'm sending all the best vibes. May 2025 help us live out our poppiest fantasies. 💅🩷

@therockywhorerpictureshow - Hey Ella! 🥰 You're such a lovely presence on my dash!! I love getting little glimpses into your life. You have such adorable dogs. You are a baking icon. Seriously I want to eat everything you post 😭. If I ever find myself out East, I will seek you out for hugs and baked goods lol. You're so damn pretty it's actually crazy, and you're so sweet too. Just a lovely person overall. I'm so glad we're friends, and I hope 2025 brings you lots of good things. I'm so proud of you for going to school this year. It is an impressive and scary thing. You're pushing through and doing great. I hope you know I'm rooting for your success in all avenues. Love you!!

@xx-key-xx - Key, you're such a legend. You are the 2000s it girl of my dreams. You're so damn cool, and I love how much you're absolutely killing it. Your fashion, hair, and makeup are inspiring. I'm always happy to hype you up, and I can't wait to see what 2025 brings you for. I'm sending all the good vibes and energy your way. Let's party like it's 2005. 😎 Love you, icon!!

[reaper2187]

Navia x female reader

The wind in Fontaine always carried a distinct scent, a blend of the salty sea and the fragrance of blooming wildflowers that bordered the cliffs. Y/N loved it here; the peaceful atmosphere made it easy to forget the worries of the world. However, today, her heart was racing, not because of the idyllic surroundings, but due to her companion, Navia.

Navia, the ever-enthusiastic and kind-hearted girl, had invited Y/N to explore a hidden cove she'd discovered recently. As they walked side by side, Navia's golden hair shimmered in the sunlight, matching the glint of excitement in her eyes. Y/N found herself stealing glances at her, unable to resist the allure of Navia’s vibrant energy.

"So, what do you think?" Navia asked, her voice filled with eagerness. "Isn't this place just magical?"

Y/N smiled, nodding. "It's beautiful, Navia. I can see why you love it here."

They arrived at the entrance of the cove, a narrow path that led down to the secluded beach. Navia went ahead, her steps confident and sure. Y/N followed, a bit more cautiously, but with no less enthusiasm. The path was steep, but Navia's presence made Y/N feel safe.

As they reached the bottom, the sight that greeted them was breathtaking. The cove was a hidden paradise, with crystal-clear waters lapping gently at the sandy shore. Jagged rocks framed the small beach, and the sound of distant seagulls echoed softly.

Navia turned to Y/N, her face radiant with joy. "I knew you'd love it! It's our little secret spot now."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Our secret spot, huh? I like the sound of that."

They spent the next hour exploring, collecting seashells and skipping stones across the water. Navia’s laughter was infectious, and Y/N found herself grinning ear to ear. Every now and then, their hands would brush against each other as they bent down to pick up a particularly interesting shell or when they stood close to the water’s edge, gazing at the horizon.

Eventually, they settled on a flat rock overlooking the sea. Navia sighed contentedly, leaning back on her hands. "I could stay here forever," she murmured.

Y/N sat beside her, feeling a sudden surge of courage. "Navia, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Navia turned her head, her eyes locking onto Y/N's. "What is it, Y/N?"

Taking a deep breath, Y/N decided to take the plunge. "I really enjoy spending time with you. You make everything feel so special and exciting. I… I think I've developed feelings for you."

Navia's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, Y/N feared she had made a terrible mistake. But then, Navia's expression softened, and a warm smile spread across her face. "Y/N, I’ve been feeling the same way. I was just too afraid to say anything. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship."

Y/N's heart soared at Navia's words. "Really? You mean it?"

Navia nodded, reaching out to take Y/N's hand in hers. "Of course, I do. You’re amazing, Y/N. Being with you makes me so happy."

Y/N felt tears of relief and joy welling up in her eyes. "Navia…"

Navia squeezed her hand gently. "No more words, Y/N. Just this moment."

They sat in silence for a while, simply holding hands and watching the waves. The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day.

As the first stars appeared in the sky, Navia turned to Y/N, her expression thoughtful. "We should probably head back before it gets too dark."

Y/N nodded, but neither of them made a move to get up. They were too wrapped up in each other's presence, savoring the newfound closeness.

Eventually, they reluctantly stood and began the climb back up the path. The journey seemed shorter this time, their hearts lighter and their spirits buoyed by their shared feelings. When they reached the top, the moon was already shining brightly, casting a silvery light over the landscape.

Navia walked Y/N back to her home, their hands still intertwined. When they reached Y/N's door, they paused, reluctant to part ways.

"Thank you for today, Navia," Y/N said softly. "It was wonderful."

Navia smiled, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "Thank you, Y/N. For everything."

There was a brief, charged moment of silence before Navia leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's cheek. Y/N's breath hitched, her heart skipping a beat.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Navia whispered, her lips lingering close to Y/N's skin.

"Goodnight, Navia," Y/N replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Navia turned and walked away, glancing back once with a smile that made Y/N's heart flutter. Y/N watched her go, her hand touching the spot where Navia's lips had brushed her cheek. She felt a warmth there that seemed to radiate through her entire being.

As she stepped inside, Y/N knew that her life had just changed in the most beautiful way. She had found something special with Navia, something she hoped would grow into a love as deep and boundless as the ocean they had shared today.