#one day i should actually follow a tutorial

[lokh]

practicing gouache on printer paper and it ended up being... dizzy??!!

[cherrystaineddoll]

𝓽hings to do instead of scrolling ౨ৎ

summer is here, school is over and you have way too much free time on your hands. so unless you want to spend your whole days with your eyes locked on a screen, here's an in- depth guide on what to do this summer, or whenever!!

learn a new language - trust me, speaking more than one language is a skill that everyone should have, and it always comes in handy. you can watch tv shows, movies or youtube videos in your target language, read beginner books, use apps (not duolingo though.. ) and even just listen to music!! just expose yourself to the language as much as you can, even better if you know anyone you can have conversations with. you could also learn sign language!!

journal or scrapbook - writing down your feelings really helps understanding your own self more. you can try doing shadow work to really dive deep, or just write whatever you feel in that moment. it doesn't have to become a chore, and remember, write for yourself and not as if someone else was going to read!! as for scrapbooking, just print out some nice photos and decorate the pages with stickers, drawings, fun colored paper.. whatever you want, just be creative!!

make art - it doesn't have to look perfect, remember that all art is beautiful in its own way. even if you think you're not good at it, just create, it will help you feel better & you'll also get better with time!! you can draw, paint, sculpt, do pottery, etc. you don't have to follow any guidelines, just buy a random sketchbook, bring out your inner child and do whatever you feel like doing

learn how to play an instrument - this can be a bit expensive, but if you have any instrument in your house that you've never used, it might be a great time to start learning it!! you don't necessarily need to take classes, you can easily find tutorials on youtube, even though it might be harder to learn by yourself. but making music is a really fun activity & good for the soul

reading and writing - i will never recommend reading enough !! everyone should read. it helps you learn new things, understand different perspectives, expand your vocabulary, and so much more. i know books can be expensive, but you can always try to buy them at flea markets, or ask a friend/family member to lend you some. and just in case, there are always some sites where you can read books online for free, like zlibrary!! you can read before going to bed instead of staying on your phone (which is sooo bad for your sleep), at the beach while tanning or outside while getting some fresh air. and if reading books inspires you, you can try to write something!! i'm not saying you have to write a 600 page book, but you can try to write small stories, or poetry, and who knows, someday you might actually write a book! if you want to get published, there are some small literary magazines you can find on social media that publish the works of small writers, it can be a great way to start. you can also always post your works here on tumblr, substack, or any social media platform!! you could also try to write the story for a movie and start screenwriting, if you're into cinematography

research interesting topics - now that school isn't forcing you to study things that maybe you don't care about, you can study whatever you want !! remember, knowledge is power, and with the internet, you basically have the world in your hands. you can watch a youtube video, read a book, or simply research on websites (make sure they're reliable though). you can also take online courses!! i might make a post on ideas for what to research??

start a new hobby - your life can't only be made of school/work, sleep, and a screen. you need hobbies that you actually like and that make you feel good. some of these can be: baking and cooking, crocheting, knitting, embroidery, jewelry making, nail art, makeup, photography, editing, blogging/vlogging, coloring, candle making, soap making, perfume making, modeling, origami, sewing, making diy stuff, chess, puzzles, acting, singing, flower arranging, meditating, lego building, trying new hairstyles or outfits, doing animations, discovering new music, sudoku, the things i previously wrote, and probably a million other activities i can't think of right now

stay active - moving you body is good for both your physical and mental health, i'm sure we all know that. you can go on walks or runs in the nature with your headpones on, or do any sport that you like- some ideas: swimming, dancing (ballet, hip hop, modern, ecc) , tennis, martial arts (judo, karate, taekwondo, ecc), volleyball, basketball, athletics, gymnastics, football, archery, fencing, table tennis, boxing, surfing, rowing, hockey, horseback riding, softball, golf, biking, figure skating, rollerblading, skating.. you don't need to do it competitively (unless you want to), as long as you're having fun and moving your body. you can also do workouts, like yoga or pilates, at home or outdoors, or go hiking.

watch movies, tv shows, or documentaries - it can always be a good learning experience, or just something fun and relaxing that isn't mindlessly scrolling. a bonus: after you've watched something, write a very long, detailed and in-depth review in your journal. you can also post it wherever you want (like letterboxd, to fight all the one liners)

hang out - with friends, family, or even by yourself !! (i know, i know, it can be scary). you can do anything, as long as you're with the right people everything is fun, but here's some ideas: have a picnic, go to the beach, go to a water park, have a baking contest, do temporary tattoos, go to a concert, go out to eat, do a one day trip, go on a road trip, take a walk in the nature, go hiking, go to a trampoline park, go to an amusement park, visit a museum, go thrifting or shopping, have a board games night, try out a new cute cafe or bakery, do an escape room, have a karaoke night, have a movie marathon, and so much more!!

i hope this helped!! ♡

[remxedmoon]

(you worked yourself to death.)

yeah i wasn’t kidding when i said these would be coming soon. <- haha funny joke marshall. so!! remember when i said that this post would be coming out last weekend? guess whose tablet broke a few days after saying that! so sorry for the delay!! this is long overdue. here’s a link to the drive, as always! everything in this part of the update should be in the miscellaneous folder (outside of the menu icons, which are in the menu folder. wauaua).

unedited versions below the cut, plus some notes. fair warning 90% of this is just ui stuff lol

so! all of this was already done by the time i posted the enemies. the delay isn’t *entirely* because of the tablet issues, i just managed to get distracted by making: even more redraws! i’d say new update soon but after what happened last time i shouldn’t jinx myself. but! almost All of the art for the initial mod release is done!!!! exciting!!!!!!

please be nice to me (silly) this is my first time doing frame by frame animation in… give or take 5 years? i followed the original animations pretty closely, so they don’t look Awful but i am Aware of the jank. i’m not an animator!!! they’re Good Enough for my purposes.

hey did you know that the original teleport map is slightly off center. did you know that. that’s not the case for the redraw for the record but it did make things a little harder. despite that, i think you can tell i was having fun with the dormont part of the map. i would’ve put more detail into the house, but we never really get a more detailed look at it??? and i didn’t want to make assumptions. so that part’s just traced from the original 👍. anyways shoutout to the clocktower being Curved for whatever reason

outside of those, all of the added art is actually just spritework. i didn’t know this at first, but there’s a TON of copies of sprites from the icon set. Basically Everywhere. so those are added now! and should work properly! also added a few sprites that were Missing from my original batch. not going to put them all here, but a few Important ones (which i actually had to make new art for) are the rock paper scissors cheatsheet, the Larger versions of the craft signs (used in the calamité fight and. probably somewhere else idk), and the craft signs for the tutorial kid fight!

aaaand i think that’s it! for stuff from this update. yeah no there’s more coming buddy. my tablet already broke one time this week there’s no way it’s happening twice. i’m not working on portraits Just Yet (though the temptation has been There), but i’ve got the title screens, a few backgrounds, and the ending cgs done! along with a few other assorted cgs sketched out. because im out of my fucking mind. so, uh, see you soon!! enjoy!!

[axetivev]

— Summary: Aventurine's birthday is getting close! You, his boyfriend. Was struggling on what you should give him, since you can't really afford something expensive. Until you saw a red ribbon lying around the living room, a lightbulb flicked on top of your head.

— Warnings/Tags: Blindfold, BDSM [Shibari], Nipple play, Ridding. (there's nothing much help)

— Words: 1k

— A/N: first request in May ! i'm pretty much still busy... and had some writerblock along the way. but hey, requesting is still open ! thank you to the anon who requested this. forgive me if it's too short ! i hope everyone enjoyed this fic !!

— Pairing: Aventurine x Male!Reader

Aventurine’s birthday was just right around the corner. You found yourself in the kitchen, thinking of what you should get to him.

Should I get him a new coat? You mentality asked yourself, but then shook your head thinking about how you can’t really afford it with your own money. Well, you wanted it to be special. Why should you use Aventurine’s money? It doesn’t feel special that way. You just mindlessly stare at the kitchen counter.

You sighed, nearly defeated as you walked to the couch. You face pressed to the soft material, groaning. You slowly looked up, your eyes slowly met with a red line—a ribbon from a box of chocolate Aventurine always gave you before he get back to work. Your eyes lit up.

Got it!!

When Aventurine’s birthday came, you told him, that he’d had something special. Your eyes landed at both on your phone and the time. Watching a tutorial of how to do shibari. You stare at the screen as the women, muted as she showed the step.

…Too fast. Why didn’t you practice when you had time a few days before his birthday? You kept repeated the video over and over again, you nearly forgot how many times you messed your rope. You flick your tongue, trying to bond your naked body to the red ribbon. Eventually, lost track of time. You sighed at your failed attempts.

“How cute, still struggling?”

“Yeah, the video is too fast,” you answered defeated. For a moment, the silence stretch, your eyes widened as you realized that voice. “A–Aven!?”

Aventurine smirked as he kneel down behind you, his expensive clothing pressed against your bare back as he rested his head over your shoulder. “You’re pretty when you struggle…”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, thanks for ruining the surprise, Aven.”

Aventurine pouts, playfully nibbled your neck. “Can I help? Pretty please…”

“Aventurine—” Your sentence was cut by a gasp, Aventurine’s hand reached your dick as he slowly moved his hand, his gloved thumb slowly played with the slit. Your eyes widened. You slowly turned your head to find Aventurine nothing but smug. “F–fine… you can…”

Well, you’ve failed to surprised him. If only you didn’t procrastinate a few days prior, you’d give him a surprise Aventurine would never forget. You just sat on Aventurine’s bed as the blond tied your body with that red ribbon. You actually felt embarrassed by this, who wouldn’t?

Your hands were bound to your back, tied tight but not tight enough to make you feel uncomfortable. You body too was wrapped by the red ribbon, bounding your body as one. Aventurine took a moment to exam his masterpiece, a smirk played on his lips as he slit a hand over the ribbon. “Comfy?”

You were too embarrassed to say something, your eyes just followed Aventurine’s hand, his right hand moved over the areola. You whimpered the moment he brushed over your bud—Aventurine noticed your expression. He then shamelessly pinched your right nipple, you gasped, your nipple immediately hardened. Aventurine hummed, “I’m taking that as a yes.”

Aventurine then moved you over body, placing you on his lap, he made himself comfortable by resting to the headrest. His purple-blue eyes bore into you, he turned his head to the nightstand next to his bed, pulling a red silk from the drawer. You raised and eyebrow. “What’s that for—”

“I’m the birthday boy… can’t I do something that I want?” Aventurine whined, resting his head over your bounded chest. Your face reddened, he just smirked as he covered your eyes with the silk.

It felt soft, like a typical silk. Your vision was dark red. You couldn’t see anything. Literally. The only thing you could do now was only feel, you slowly squirm by the feeling. No one was watching. Simply Aventurine saw you in your most vulnerable state. But you still felt embarrassed about it, Aventurine’s the birthday boy. You also planned this anyway.

Your mind kept tracing, embarrassment slowly overfilled you, you didn’t even realize Aventurine’s fingers went to your hole. You heard a sigh coming from his lips, though you can’t see anything, you knew he shook his head with something, perhaps. Amusement.

“You already prepared yourself…” Aventurine muttered, he smiled as he bring his hand over his pants, slowly pulling his pants along with his boxer. “That’s nice, but how did you do it?”

He didn’t give you time to answer, with speed, he lifted you up and slammed you over his cock, a moan—loud and clear escaped from your lips. Your toes curled, Aventurine’s tip was kissing over your prostate. Yes—you’ve prepared yourself before this but you didn’t calculate this.

Aventurine’s hands nicely placed over your waist. He immediately plunged his cock over your hole, fucking it so much without sense of mercy. Hitting your prostate repeatedly.

Tears slowly stained the blindfold. Your cock twitched by each thrust, your hole was already feeling sore and this is just the first round. It didn’t take long for your dick slowly give in and

“Cumming already?” Aventurine let out a cruel laugh as he delivers a smack over your buttcheek, leaving a sting. That only made your dick erect. He continues his unforgiving pace, you whimpered.

You gasped the moment you felt warm liquid filled your hole, the blindfold was wet with your tears, you pant—gasping for air. You expect Aventurine you pulled out, instead, his cock was still deep inside of you, tip rubbing your prostate. Aventurine grabbed the ribbon that still bound strong over your body—pulling you up close while his ofree hand played with your nipple.

“We aren’t done yet, pretty.” He whispered to your ear, making you jolted when you felt Aventurine’s cock twitched.

“The birthday boy isn’t satisfied yet.”

After two hours. Your body was sore… like really. You felt you can’t move a muscle. Your body was stained by cum. But Aventurine was kind enough to carry you to the bathroom.

The ribbons and billfold was already gone, your eyes felt like burning after those two hours. Tired as fuck. You felt you were seated over the slippers bathtub, your body was surrounded by warm water. You slowly rubbed your eyes when Aventurine sat behind you. His hand slowly massaging your shoulder.

“The birthday boy is now satisfied.” Aventurine grin, placing his head over your shoulder. Even though you’re tired, you still had the energy to rolled your eyes.

“[Name]… baby? Handsome? Hot stuff~?” He pouted his lips, sure. He made you exhausted, he placed his hand over your chin—guiding you over his lips as he pressed your lips against his. Almost hesitant. Usually, that’s how he apologize.

Honestly, you want to scold him. But the fact he actually prepared this for you—the warm bath and it had your favorite scent… you leaned against his kiss.

“You won this time gambler…” You muttered between the kiss. Aventurine just deeps the kiss. He slowly pulled away as he pinned you against the bathtub. “AVENTURINE, WE AREN’T GOING TO HAVE SEX IN THIS BATHTUB—!!”

[julietsf1]

Off Limits - Kenan Yildiz x Bellingham!Reader

summary: Jude had one rule: his sister was strictly off-limits. Kenan really tried to listen, really did. But then you smiled at him, and, well—there was no coming back from that. (18k words)

content: brother's best friend, slow burn, secret relationship, forbidden love, slight angst

AN: wrote this on the plane the other day!! can't lie guys, I have a real soft spot for Madrid since I had an exchange there & with the recent rumours on the possibility of Kenan leaving Juve I just had to write this! It is looooong but being a binge reader myself I always prefer long stories over multiple chapters :) hope u enjoy! ciao

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The house smelled of garlic and slow-simmering tomatoes, the kind of warmth that wrapped around you the second you stepped inside. It was familiar, homey—but unexpected. Jude rarely cooked unless coerced, which meant one thing:

He had help.

Following the hum of conversation and the occasional clatter of pans, you stepped into the kitchen—and immediately stopped short.

Jude stood by the stove, stirring something that, shockingly, looked edible. Beside him, moving with effortless ease, was a second figure, sleeves pushed up, knife in hand, chopping vegetables with practiced precision.

Your brows lifted slightly.

Kenan Yıldız.

You recognized him instantly—not just because of who he was, but because Jude never shut up about him. His name had been woven into conversations for weeks now. One of the best new signings at Madrid. Got along with Jude right away.

What you hadn’t expected was… this.

Kenan fit into the kitchen like he had been coming to your house for years. The smooth rhythm of his hands, the clean efficiency as he gathered greens in his palm before tossing them into a bowl—it was clear he knew what he was doing. He didn’t even look up at first, simply remarking,

“You must be Jude’s sister.”

His voice was warm, rich, touched with something amused—like he already knew you.

You blinked. “And you must be the new recruit.”

That got his attention. He looked up then and—okay, wow.

It wasn’t just that he was handsome; that was a given. It was how he carried himself—calm, unhurried, effortlessly present, as if he didn’t need to take up space to be noticed. His dazling green eyes met yours, gaze steady, warm, quietly amused. Like he was taking you in, waiting to see what you’d say next.

Jude, oblivious to the shift in the air, barely looked up. “Don’t let him fool you. He’s not helping.”

Kenan scoffed, feigning offense. “Excuse me? I’m doing all the hard work.”

“You’re cutting vegetables,” Jude deadpanned.

“With flawless precision,” Kenan shot back.

You leaned against the counter, watching them, amused despite yourself.

“You actually cook?” you asked, directing the question at Kenan.

He nodded, as if it were obvious. “Of course.”

Jude let out a disbelieving snort. “He’s lying.”

Kenan pressed a hand to his chest, mock wounded. “What’s with the judging, Judy?”

“You literally looked up a tutorial on TikTok when you picked up the knife.”

Kenan smirked. “And? I’m a quick learner.”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. Unexpected. Kenan’s gaze flickered to you, and for a brief moment, his expression softened.

Clearing your throat, you fought to regain the upper hand. “So, you’re just here to show off, then?”

Kenan shrugged. “Figured I should try my best to impress the sister I’ve heard so much about.”

You tilted your head. “Are you this smooth with everyone, or am I just special?”

His smile was slow, a little surprised—like he wasn’t expecting you to match him but found that he liked it.

“A little of both,” he admitted. “But mainly the latter.”

Jude groaned, dramatically turning away from the stove. “Oh my days. Don’t make me wack you with this spatula Kenan.”

Kenan smirked. “No worries, bro”

Yet he was still watching you, eyes glinting, something unreadable flickering behind them—like he wasn’t sure what to make of you yet.

You stretched out comfortably in the kitchen chair. “I think I’ll just sit here and watch. This is way more entertaining than I expected.”

Kenan chuckled, reaching for another onion. “As long as you’re enjoying yourself.”

The worst part? You did.

Jude, still focused on the pan, added, “For the record, Kenan practically begged to be invited over.”

Kenan exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “That’s a dramatic way to put it.”

You arched a brow. “So what’s the less dramatic version?”

Kenan wiped his hands on a towel, leaning back against the counter. “I mentioned I had nothing to do tonight, and your brother insisted I come over.”

Jude scoffed. “You asked what I was making for dinner and then said, That sounds nice. I wish I had plans.”

Kenan shrugged, utterly unbothered. “And you invited me. So, really, this is on you.”

You hummed, amused. “Strategic play.”

Kenan’s lips twitched. “Can you blame me? Good food, good company…” His eyes flickered to you for half a second before he added, “I think I made the right call.”

Jude, oblivious, just shook his head. “Right. Well, you can do the dishes, then.”

Kenan sighed, dramatic as ever. “That’s not how guests should be treated.”

You smirked, shaking your head at him.

Jude barely paid attention, focused on stirring the pan. “Kenan’s alright,” he muttered. “One of the only friends I actually trust with my life.”

Kenan looked over at him, a little surprised, like he wasn’t expecting the sentiment to be voiced so easily.

Jude continued, utterly unfazed. “That being said—just so you know—same rule applies to him as everyone else.”

He finally turned, fixing Kenan with a pointed look. “She’s off-limits.”

The air shifted.

Your expression twisted immediately. “Excuse me?”

Jude didn’t even glance at you. His focus remained on Kenan, casual but firm. It was clear he didn’t think twice about saying it, just like he had with every other teammate, every other friend. It was instinct.

Kenan, to his credit, didn’t flinch. He held Jude’s stare for a long moment, something unreadable passing through his expression before it turned into a friendly smile.

“Duly noted.”

Jude gave him a little slap on the back, before turning back to the stove. 

“Not that I don’t trust you, man. Just needed you to know.”

And then, just as effortlessly, just as naturally as if this were all a game only he knew the rules to—

Kenan winked at you.

You wanted to throw something.

Kenan just chuckled under his breath, tossing a handful of chopped parsley into the dish.

Jude, completely oblivious, still hunched over the stove, stirring like nothing had happened.

You exhaled slowly, chest feeling tighter than before.

This was going to be a problem.

…

The night was already borderline ridiculous before you even set foot on the course.

Disco golf.

Who in their right mind came up with this?

The artificial grass glowed with neon strips, fluorescent obstacles scattered across each hole like some kind of fever dream. Overhead, strobe lights pulsed in sync with a painfully bad club remix blaring from the speakers. It was an assault on the senses in every possible way.

And yet, somehow, this group made it work.

You barely had a chance to breathe before Antoine Griezmann materialized out of nowhere, his signature shit-eating grin firmly in place.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, flipping a golf ball between his fingers like it was a poker chip. “Look who finally showed up.”

“I was literally five minutes late.”

Antoine was as predictable as ever—an insufferable smooth-talker, equal parts charming and irritating. He had tried it with you once, a half-baked attempt at flirting that had crashed and burned spectacularly. Instead of being embarrassed, he had turned it into a long-running joke at your expense. Or at least, he claimed it was a joke. 

You rolled your eyes. “I see Jude didn’t immediately chase you out of here. He must be in a good mood.”

Antoine pressed a hand to his chest, mock wounded. “Why do people assume your brother hates me?”

“Because he does,” a new voice chimed in.

Vini Jr. 

The responsible one. The glue that held the group together. He was calm, steady, unbothered—unless you insulted his dance routine, in which case, he suffered more than anyone you knew.

Vini clapped Antoine on the back, his expression completely deadpan. “And for good reason.”

Antoine scoffed. “You wound me, bro.”

Before Vini could respond, a golf club swung dangerously close to both their faces.

“Boys, boys,” Arda Güler interrupted, dramatically flourishing his club like he was starring in a medieval jousting match. The lovable idiot, always at the center of chaos. His entire personality was built on making bad decisions and hoping for the best.

“This is a game of precision, not violence.” He spun his club around before dramatically planting it into the ground. “And I will emerge victorious.”

“You say that every time,” Vini muttered.

Arda ignored him.

A hand clapped down on your shoulder, and you turned to find Julián Álvarez standing beside you, unreadable as always.

“Should I even ask why you agreed to this?” he asked, voice low, amusement barely detectable.

Julián was the quietest of the group—the type who didn’t say much but noticed everything. He never inserted himself into drama, but if you needed advice, someone to talk to, or a brutally honest reality check, he was the guy.

You shrugged. “Morbid curiosity.”

Julián hummed, unconvinced.

The group started pairing up, and you had already resigned yourself to being stuck with Jude, as always. But before you could even move, Arda slung an arm around Jude’s shoulders.

“I’m with Jude,” he announced decisively, leaving no room for argument.

Jude shot him an incredulous look. “Since when?”

“Since now,” Arda said, already dragging him toward the first hole. “You’re good at this, right? Because I refuse to lose.”

You barely had time to process the betrayal before Julián and Vini shuffeled a little closer together as well. 

Great. That left you with either Antoine or Kenan.

Your eyes flickered toward Antoine, who was casually flipping his golf ball in one hand, smirking like he was already planning something insufferable.

Without a second thought, you turned to Kenan instead.

He was already watching you, utterly unbothered, twirling his club with the same easy confidence he carried in everything.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me,” he said, handing you your ball.

Your fingers tightened around it as you met his gaze.

“Lucky me.”

Kenan’s lips twitched, just slightly. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Jude, too preoccupied with arguing with Arda over proper golf technique, hadn’t even noticed—let alone the way heat crept up your neck as Kenan watched you with quiet amusement.

…

The first few holes passed in a blur of neon-lit obstacles and questionable golf techniques. Arda was taking things far too seriously, Jude was arguing about angles like this was an actual competition, and Antoine had already managed to cheat twice—though no one could prove it.

Kenan, to your mild surprise, was actually decent at it. Not overly competitive, but smooth, precise. Effortless.

Annoyingly so.

You, on the other hand, were not having as much luck. Your shots weren’t terrible, but they also weren’t particularly impressive. And Kenan, who had the unfortunate privilege of witnessing every single attempt, was clearly enjoying himself.

By the fifth hole, you were losing patience.

Kenan leaned on his club, watching as your ball veered slightly off-course. “Not bad,” he mused. “But I think you’re gripping the club too tight.”

You shot him a look. “Thanks, coach.”

He grinned. “Anytime.”

You exhaled, adjusting your stance before trying again. The ball rolled forward, making it past the obstacle this time but still stopping just short of the hole.

Kenan made a thoughtful sound. “Better.”

You turned to him, exasperated. “Do you actually have tips, or are you just enjoying watching me struggle?”

He tilted his head, considering. “Little bit of both.”

You huffed, shaking your head as you lined up for another shot. But before you could take it, you felt him step closer.

Too close.

Kenan reached out, adjusting your grip on the club before you could protest. “Relax,” he murmured, voice low enough that Jude—still distracted by Arda—wouldn’t hear. “You’re overthinking it.”

Your pulse jumped.

You were sure he knew exactly what he was doing. The proximity, the subtle amusement laced through his words—it was intentional.

You rolled your shoulders, pretending the heat creeping up your neck was from frustration. “Are you showing off again?”

Kenan smirked. “If I were showing off, you’d know.”

Before you could come up with a response, he took a step back, gesturing toward the ball. “Try again.”

You did. And, to your surprise, it went in.

You blinked at the hole, momentarily stunned.

Kenan’s smirk deepened. “See? All you needed was the right guidance.”

You turned to him, unimpressed. “You’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?”

He shrugged, all faux innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You exhaled sharply, turning back to the course.

…

The next morning, you sat across from Jude at your favorite café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries curling around you like a comforting embrace.

Brunch had become a ritual—a chance to catch up, talk nonsense, and, more often than not, for Jude to rant about something that had deeply offended his very specific worldview that week.

Today, that thing was Antoine Griezmann.

You weren’t even five minutes into your meal before Jude leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and let out a deep, dramatic sigh.

“I hate him.”

You didn’t even have to ask who he was talking about.

Still, you took a slow sip of your coffee, humoring him. “Antoine?”

Jude scoffed. “Obviously Antoine.”

You hummed in amusement, cutting into your pancake. “What did he do this time?”

Jude leaned forward, elbows braced against the table. “What did he do? He was one second away from licking your face off, did you miss that?”

You snorted. “He was annoying, but I wouldn’t say that.”

Jude shot you a deeply unimpressed look. “He was testing my patience.”

You arched a brow, feigning innocence. “So… your patience is thin, then?”

“My patience doesn’t exist when it comes to my friends hitting on my sister,” he stated, as if it were fact.

“Technically, he didn’t hit on me,” you pointed out.

Jude’s glare was immediate. “He was setting up for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry. You know I’d never reciprocate anything anyway, right?”

“You better not.”

You exhaled through your nose, reaching for your coffee.

Because this was just Jude. Overprotective, borderline ridiculous, but never in a way that truly irritated you—because you knew it came from a good place.

Still, that didn’t mean he wasn’t overdoing it.

Jude took a sip of his drink, shaking his head. “It’s a hard rule. No friends of mine. Ever.”

You almost choked on your coffee.

Then, slowly, you leaned back in your chair. “Aren’t you going a bit far?”

“It’s for the best.”

“It’s insane.”

Jude crossed his arms. “You know footballers. You know I’m right.”

Your mouth opened. Then closed.

Because, unfortunately, he had a point. You weren’t blind.

You had spent enough time around Jude and his teammates to know how they moved—always on the go, always in a whirlwind of temporary flings, casual connections, never really rooted anywhere.

Still, your mind drifted to Kenan, who did not give you that impression at all.

You eyed him, unimpressed. “So what are you aiming at? Immediate death if they look at me?”

Jude barely hesitated. “Immediate exile.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “A bit dramatic.”

“I think it’s still very generous.”

You sighed, knowing this was an argument you wouldn’t win.

…

The house was alive.

Music pulsed through the walls, the bass thrumming beneath your feet like a second heartbeat. Laughter spilled from the kitchen, where a group of guys were debating whether or not vodka actually made you better at beer pong. The air smelled of alcohol, sweat, and something vaguely burnt—probably whatever disaster Arda had left in the oven.

It was the kind of night that blurred at the edges, full of bad decisions and good memories. The kind of night where anything could happen.

And yet you barely registered any of it.

Because he was here.

You felt Kenan’s presence like static in the air, a pull that had been getting harder and harder to ignore. It had been this way all night—glances exchanged across the room, fleeting, lingering.

He was talking to someone, laughing at something Arda had said, but even as he smiled—as if nothing in the world was out of place—

You knew better.

Because he kept looking at you, too.

Short, quick glances that made your pulse kick up a notch.

You tore your gaze away, turning your attention to the nearest distraction.

Unfortunately, that distraction came in the form of Antoine Griezmann.

“Well, well,” Antoine drawled, appearing beside you with his usual brand of obnoxious charm. “If it isn’t my favorite Bellingham.”

You sighed, already bracing yourself. “Oh, God.”

Antoine grinned. “Did you miss me?”

“No.”

“Lies. Say it again, maybe I’ll believe you this time.”

You turned to face him, unimpressed. “Antoine, it’s physically impossible for me to miss you when you’re always finding new and creative ways to bother me.”

Antoine pressed a hand to his chest, feigning heartbreak. “Always so feisty.”

You didn’t even bother responding.

Suddenly his hand landed on your waist.

Casual. Uninvited.

Before you could even react and push him back, Jude was there, looking very angry. Oh god. 

His voice was sharp, unamused, cutting through the noise like a blade.

“Antoine.”

Antoine turned, lazy grin still in place. “Jude. Nice house party.”

Jude’s jaw ticked. “Get your hand off my sister.”

Antoine raised his hands in mock surrender. “Relax. Just saying hi.”

Jude’s eyes narrowed. “Okay. Say it differently.”

Antoine smirked. “Don’t be so pressed.”

Jude now looked ready to commit an actual crime.

And just like that, you’d had enough.

You weren’t about to stand around while Jude and Antoine had another one of their pissing contests.

“You boys have fun,” you muttered, pushing past them before either could stop you.

You felt Jude’s glare follow you.

You didn’t care.

You weaved through the crowd, exhaling slowly, trying to shake the tension tightening in your chest.

Suddenly, a hand brushed against yours. Barely there. Just enough to make you notice.

Before you could process it, fingers wrapped around your wrist. Light, but firm. A silent don’t go that way.

No words. Just a pull—smooth and effortless—like he had already decided you were coming with him.

You didn’t fight it. Just let Kenan steer you through the crowd until the heavy bass dulled and cool night air brushed your skin.

Only then did he let go.

Kenan exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. “You okay?”

Your arms crossed over your chest. "I should be asking you that."

He let out a breathy chuckle. "Why?"

"Because you just dragged me out of a party without saying a word."

Kenan smirked. “You followed.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not the point.”

He didn’t argue. Instead, his eyes flickered back toward the door—checking. Not for just anyone. For one person in particular.

Your stomach flipped at the realization. 

"Antoine gets on your nerves that much?" you asked, tilting your head.

Kenan sighed, leaning against the railing. "You could say that."

Without thinking, you reached out, your fingertips barely brushing his forearm. A fleeting touch, light as air, easy enough to pass off as nothing.

Kenan went completely still.

His green eyes flickered down to where your skin met his before slowly dragging back up to your face, something dark and unreadable swimming in them.

"You really care about that?" you murmured, barely above a whisper.

Kenan’s lips quirked, but his voice was steady. "Should I not?"

You held his gaze, pulse quickening. You knew damn well it was never just about Antoine. 

It was about you.

It was about the way Kenan had been watching you all night, the way he kept finding ways to be near you, the way his eyes dipped to your lips before flicking away like he hadn’t just done that.

You swallowed hard.

“We can’t do this,” Kenan murmured, but he didn’t move back.

He was still standing too close, still looking at you like he was already too far gone.

And you, reckless, breathless, said the words before you could stop yourself.

"I think it’s too late for that."

A flicker of something passed through his expression—uncertainty, hesitation, but that disappeared when he closed the space between you, his lips meeting yours.

It was slow at first, like he wasn’t sure if he was really allowed to, like he thought you might push him away. His lips brushed against yours once, twice—light, barely there, testing. But then you exhaled against him, your fingers curling into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, and that hesitation unraveled.

His hand found your waist, gripping just firmly enough to keep you anchored as his other slid up, fingers skimming along your jaw before cupping your face, tilting it up to him. The railing pressed into your back, cold against your skin, but you barely noticed. All you could focus on was the warmth of him, the way his lips pressed deeper against yours, like he was memorizing the way you felt, the way you fit against him.

A slow, lingering drag of his mouth over yours, a quiet hitch of breath as your fingers twisted tighter into his shirt. When you tilted your head just slightly, letting him deepen the kiss, a quiet sound rumbled from his throat—a low, pleased hum that sent heat coursing through your veins.

It was a mess of pent-up frustration, of every unsaid thing, every stolen glance that had led to this exact moment.

And you didn’t stop him. You couldn’t. Ignoring all the alarm bells that were supposed to go off inside your head. 

You chased it, chased him, let him pull you closer, let the weight of his body press against yours until—

The door creaked open.

You and Kenan broke apart instantly, breathless, heat still prickling under your skin.

Julián stepped onto the terrace, stretching.

You forced your breath to slow, straightening slightly.

Kenan rubbed the back of his neck, looking too casual.

Julián barely glanced at either of you. “Too loud in there,” he muttered, yawning.

Your heart was still pounding.

Julián paused, frowning slightly. “Why do you two look so—”

“Weird lighting,” Kenan cut in smoothly.

Julián squinted, then shrugged before turning away again. "Huh. Cool."

You risked a glance at Kenan.

And even though neither of you said anything, you both knew. This was far from over.

…

The morning after a party was always far too quiet.

The kind of quiet that exaggerated every tiny sound—every creak, every rustle—as if conspiring to remind you of all your questionable choices. Choices like sneaking onto terraces. Choices involving certain footballers whose names started with ‘K’ and ended with ‘enan.’

Yes, questionable indeed.

At breakfast, you tried to appear casual—a tall order given your current mental spiral. You clutched your lukewarm coffee like a lifeline, while across from you, Kenan sat annoyingly unbothered, spreading butter on toast with the ease of someone who had never had a scandalous terrace rendezvous.

Your narrowed eyes did nothing to shake his composure.

And because the universe loved tormenting you, Jude entered the kitchen at that precise moment, looking impressively disgruntled for someone still wearing last night’s hoodie. He slammed a plate down with the melodrama reserved for mornings after.

"Antoine Griezmann," he began, as if invoking an arch-nemesis, "is the biggest dickhead I’ve ever met."

Kenan, infuriatingly calm, took a sip of coffee. "Good morning to you too, Jude."

"Unbelievable," Jude muttered, turning to you. "That man has zero sense of boundaries."

From beside you came Arda’s voice, muffled by his folded arms. "For the love of God, lower your voice."

"You didn’t even drink," Jude shot back.

Arda lifted his head slightly, wincing. "The drinks weren’t the problem. The nachos, on the other hand…"

No one disagreed. The faint scent of burnt tortilla chips still lingered accusingly.

"Anyway," Jude continued, undeterred, "Antoine is officially banned from future gatherings."

You sighed. So much for hoping he’d drop the issue overnight.

"He put his hands on you," Jude emphasized. "I should’ve decked him."

"Jude. He barely touched me."

Jude scoffed. "Barely? You’re seriously defending him?"

"I’m not defending him. He’s a prick, but you’re overreacting."

Jude muttered something darkly under his breath.

Arda, finally awake enough to contribute, chuckled. "Antoine thinks he has a chance with everyone."

"Exactly!" Jude pointed triumphantly. "This is why—"

You braced yourself.

"No friends of mine. Ever."

There it was. Jude’s favorite rule, delivered with his usual finality.

Across from you, Kenan finally broke his silence, eyes amused above his coffee cup. "Are you always this intense before noon?"

"Don't start," Jude shot back.

Arda sighed. "Jude’s still recovering from his Antoine-induced rage episode."

"It wouldn’t be necessary if people listened to me," Jude muttered, sitting heavily with his breakfast.

You kept your focus on your now-cold coffee, resisting the urge to grimace. The last thing you needed was Jude sensing anything off.

But the silence stretched. You caved—stealing a quick glance across the table.

Kenan was already watching you.

Not brooding. Enjoying this. The way his gaze lingered was insufferable—calm, playful, like he knew exactly what was on your mind.

Your brows lifted. What?

The corner of his mouth curved—barely. A quiet tease. A private acknowledgment of shared misbehavior.

Your cheeks warmed. You turned back to your coffee.

Kenan cleared his throat softly, hiding his amusement with another slow sip.

It was going to be a long breakfast.

…

The living room was a battlefield of discarded hoodies, half-empty snack bags, and abandoned water bottles—the kind of war zone that only a FIFA night in full swing could create.

Jude was perched at the edge of the couch, controller clutched in both hands, his entire body tense with single-minded focus.

Julián, annoyingly composed, sat next to him, casual but lethal, dismantling the opposition with the kind of effortless precision that made everyone else look bad.

Arda, however, was mid-meltdown.

“This game is rigged,” he groaned, throwing his arms up as the ball sailed over the goal, missing by an embarrassing margin.

Vini barely spared him a glance. “You guys just suck.”

Arda let out a dramatic sigh, flopping back onto the couch. “Next round, we’re switching teams.”

And then, of course, there was Kenan. Lounging back against the cushions, controller resting lazily in his hands, watching the chaos like it was free entertainment.

His lips twitched slightly when he noticed you standing near the doorway. A quick once-over, deliberate, measured.

You ignored the way your stomach tightened under his stare.

"You guys still at this?" you asked, stepping further inside.

Jude didn’t even look up. " Vini’s on some demon mode tonight."

Vini smirked, glancing at you. "It’s not my fault everyone else is bad."

Arda, ever dramatic, flopped across the couch like a fallen soldier. “This is what I get for believing in myself.”

Kenan let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Maybe next time, Arda."

Arda shot him a glare before tilting his head toward you.

"Are you keen on joining, or do you have more productive things planned?"

You rolled your eyes. "I’m getting water and then I need to finish my paper, unfortunately ."

...

The second you stepped into the kitchen, you exhaled, pressing your hands against the countertop.

You just needed a moment. A pause. A second to collect yourself..

But apparently, tonight wasn’t going to grant you that luxury.

Footsteps.

"It’s really cute how you get all flustered."

His voice was softer this time, teasing but not sharp, laced with something warmer, something dangerously close to fondness.

You turned slowly.

Kenan stood by the counter, one hand resting lightly against the surface, his posture relaxed in a way that felt entirely deliberate. His gaze swept over you—not just playful, not just amused. Knowing.

"You followed me," you murmured, willing your voice to stay steady.

Kenan tilted his head slightly, an easy smile playing at his lips. "Felt like the right direction to go."

Not a denial. Not an admission. Just a quiet, magnetic pull in the form of words.

"You need to stop looking at me like that," you muttered.

Kenan raised an eyebrow, gaze steady. "Like what?"

You swallowed.

He was too close. Close enough that you caught the faintest trace of his cologne, the warmth of his presence wrapping around you in ways you didn’t have the strength to ignore.

"Like you want to kiss me," you said, quieter this time.

Something flickered in his expression—brief but unmistakable.

"I do," he said simply.

The air between you shifted.

He wasn’t smirking now. He wasn’t toying with you.

"You can’t say things like that," you murmured.

"Why not?"

You opened your mouth, but you struggeled to find words.

Because what were you supposed to say? That he made it impossible to think straight? That you had spent the entire morning replaying the way he kissed you last night? That if you let yourself, you might start thinking about how much you wanted him to do it again?

"Because Jude—"

There it was.

The reason why you should be walking away right now.

Kenan sighed, running a hand through his hair. The teasing was gone now, something quieter settling in its place.

"You think I don’t know that?" he muttered.

Your breath caught.

Kenan took another step forward.

The kitchen felt smaller. The air, heavier. A quiet moment stretched between you. Not tense. Not uncertain. Just… waiting.

His gaze flickered to your lips for a fraction of a second.

And then he kissed you.

There was no hesitation this time.

His hands found your waist first, pulling you against him with quiet urgency, like he had been holding back for far too long.

Your breath caught, fingers gripping the front of his hoodie as he deepened the kiss, steady and deliberate. Like he wanted to memorize the way you felt against him. Like he wanted to savor every second of it.

His fingers pressed against your back, firm, grounding. Your heart stuttered as he lifted you effortlessly, setting you onto the counter like he had been meaning to do it all along.

Your legs parted instinctively to let him step between them.

And when his lips left yours, trailing down, brushing along your jaw, then lower—

A quiet sigh escaped before you could stop it.

Kenan smiled against your skin, pressing another slow, lingering kiss just below your ear.

You barely had the presence of mind to cling to him, hands twisted in his hoodie, breath uneven.

He stepped away, leaving behind the faintest trace of warmth where his hands had been. Not far. Just enough for you to feel the absence of his warmth. 

Your pulse was a mess, your mind struggling to keep up. 

His lips brushed your ear, voice barely above a whisper.

"I really like you."

The shift was instant, the absence of him unsettling in a way you hadn’t prepared for.

You blinked, fingers still curled against the counter, as if letting go might send you tumbling into something you weren’t ready to name.

Kenan smirked—subtle, something almost teasing but not quite.

Then, with a lingering glance, he winked and walked out.

Like this hadn’t just changed everything.

You exhaled slowly, staring at the empty doorway, thoughts colliding too fast to make sense of.

Because Kenan Yıldız liked you. And you we’re definitely enjoying his company too.

It took a full minute before your body caught up with your brain.

Even as you stepped forward, something felt off—like you were still hovering in the space Kenan had left behind, the ghost of his hands on your waist lingering longer than they should. You inhaled sharply, straightened your shirt, and walked out of the kitchen with a carefully practiced ease.

Past the living room. Toward the stairs. Just a few more steps and you’d be free.

When all of a sudden Jude looked up. His brows immediately pulled together. "You look like shit."

You halted mid-step. “Excuse me?”

He tilted his head, studying you like some kind of medical anomaly. "Did you die in the kitchen? What’s wrong with you?"

From the couch, Arda barely lifted his head, his voice dry. "Maybe she saw whatever’s still in the oven. That alone could ruin anyone’s night."

You forced a laugh, shaking your head. "You guys still haven’t cleaned that?"

Jude didn’t blink. "Right. Well, hope you’re okay." His suspicion deepened, his gaze lingering a second too long.

Your eyes flicked to Kenan.

He was leaning back against the couch, controller in hand, seemingly absorbed in the game. Nothing about his expression gave anything away, but you noticed his almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. A silent reminder of what had just happened.

Your fingers twitched at your sides, heat creeping up your neck as you tore your gaze away before he could make things worse.

…

If someone had told you a few weeks ago that you’d be sneaking around behind Jude’s back, stealing glances and secret touches with his best friend, you would have laughed.

But here you were. And you weren’t stopping.

At first, it had been subtle. Little things that could be dismissed as nothing if anyone noticed.

The way Kenan’s knee would press against yours when you sat side by side, lingering a second too long before shifting away—always with that small, knowing smile. 

The way he’d find excuses to touch you in passing—a hand grazing the small of your back, fingers brushing against yours when he handed you something, the steady warmth of his palm resting on your waist as he leaned in to whisper something only you could hear.

You hadn’t been sure if it was intentional. If he was testing the limits.

Then came the car rides.

Kenan had convinced Jude that carpooling to training made sense, especially on days when Jude had plans afterward and wouldn’t be heading straight home.

And suddenly, Kenan was picking you up after work, dropping you home after practice, stretching the moments when it was just the two of you for as long as possible.

The car was dangerous. No one else around. No one to stop things from slipping past the point of denial.

Like the first time he had reached over—mid-traffic—to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

His fingers barely skimmed your skin, but the feeling traveled everywhere.

Or the time you had been venting about something Jude had done, and Kenan had just… reached over and taken your hand.

No smirk. No joke. No performance.

Just a gentle squeeze, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles over your knuckles, his eyes still on the road, completely at ease in a moment that made your stomach twist into knots.

You just let him hold your hand all the way home.

And then there were the kisses. Stolen between car doors, in the quiet seconds before you had to pretend you weren’t completely unraveling for him. Kisses that left you breathless.

You weren’t sure how you had gotten here—how you had gone from avoiding him to falling straight into something neither of you could escape. The guilt of lying to Jude being overwhelmed by the joy you found whenever you two were together.

…

You were really not that much of a club goer. You hadn’t even planned on coming tonight.

But Jude had insisted, dragging you out with the usual crew, declaring that it had been far too long since your last proper night out. Maybe that should have been the first red flag.

Second red flag was Antoine. Obviously. 

He had been circling all night, hovering just close enough to make his presence known, just persistent enough to keep himself within your reach. Jude, already too deep into his drinks, was in no state to notice, leaving you to deal with him alone.

"Come on," Antoine leaned in, breath warm against your ear, his confidence as misplaced as ever. "Just one dance?"

You took a step back, trying to create space. "No, thanks."

If he heard the sharp edge in your voice, he chose to ignore it.

"Don’t be like that," he coaxed, grinning, still far too close.

Before you could respond, a presence settled beside you, calm and steady. Kenan.

He didn’t push, didn’t pull you away, didn’t do anything that could turn this into a scene. Instead, his fingers brushed against your wrist, light but deliberate, just enough to remind you he was there. That he had seen. That he wasn’t going to let this happen.

Antoine stiffened slightly. His smirk faltered, just for a second, before something sharp flickered in his gaze.

His hand lingered, his fingers warm against your skin, and suddenly Antoine decided he wasn’t so interested anymore.

"Didn’t realize you had another bodyguard," he muttered before stepping back, disappearing into the crowd without waiting for a response.

Kenan’s fingers squeezed yours for just a moment longer before he let go, as if anchoring you before he released you completely.

Away from the worst of the noise, he turned to face you. "You okay?"

You exhaled, forcing the tension from your shoulders. "Yeah. Antoine is just—"

"A problem?"

"My most annoying problem."

Kenan smirked, leaning in slightly, his voice low enough to send heat rushing to your face. "Am I your favorite problem?"

The question made something flutter in your chest, but before you could answer, he kissed you.

There was nothing rushed about it. His lips met yours like he had been waiting all night for this. His hands found your hips, fingers pressing just enough to keep you there, like letting go wasn’t an option he was considering.

Your breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, his smile pressing into yours when you tugged him closer, the warmth of his mouth making it impossible to think about anything else.

"Kenan!"

The sound barely registered before Kenan was being yanked away, leaving you momentarily dazed, still gripping the fabric of his shirt.

Arda, far too exasperated to even recognize you in the dimmed lights, clung to Kenan’s shoulder like a lifeline.

"Bro, you gotta come quick."

Kenan blinked, still slightly dazed himself. "What?"

"Jude. Russian shots. It’s bad."

Kenan let out a slow, exhausted sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. " Scheiße."

You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

He hesitated for a second, gaze flickering back to you, something tender in his expression.

Then, leaning in just enough that only you could hear him, he murmured, "I’ll see you soon, baby."

And with that, he let himself be dragged into whatever disaster Jude and Arda had created, disappearing into the chaos of the club, leaving you standing there, still catching up.

…

Jude was dead weight against your shoulder, his entire body slumped into yours as you half-dragged, half-guided him through the front door. His hoodie was pulled up over his face, barely concealing the mess of curls spilling out, and his sneakers scraped lazily against the floor as he mumbled nonsense under his breath.

It had been a long night.

You should have known this would happen—should have expected that your always-overdoing-it brother would push himself too far, too fast, too recklessly, just because he could.

The others had offered to help, but you had waved them off, insisting you had him. And you did. Even if he was an absolute nightmare to get through the door.

You exhaled sharply as he nearly collapsed onto you.

"Jude," you muttered, shifting his weight. "Come on, just a little further."

A sleepy, unintelligible grumble was the only response before you finally managed to maneuver him onto the couch. His body melted into the cushions immediately, limbs sprawled in every possible direction, completely unaware that you had just spent the last of your strength hauling him inside.

"Never drinking again," he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes, pulling a blanket over him. "Uh-huh."

His breathing had already slowed, the heavy pull of sleep dragging him under. Then, just as his consciousness slipped entirely, his voice came—soft, barely audible.

"I’m glad you’re here."

Your throat tightened unexpectedly. Jude wasn’t sentimental. Not like this. 

Not when he was awake, anyway.

You wanted to brush it off, let it roll past you like the other half-coherent things he had been mumbling all night.

But the words settled somewhere deeper than you expected.

Your phone buzzed against your palm.

One new message.

Kenan: Can I see you?

…

You cracked the door open, the cool night air whispering against your skin. Kenan stood there, hands tucked into his pockets, gaze steady—warm, waiting. The streetlights cast a soft glow along his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the quiet hesitation in his expression.

He wasn’t pushing. Wasn’t asking for anything more than what you were willing to give. But he was here.

You hesitated for only a second before stepping aside, letting him in.

Kenan moved past you, slow, deliberate, his presence filling the space effortlessly. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air—warm, clean, familiar in a way that made your stomach twist. The door clicked shut behind him, closing the rest of the world out.

Something between you felt different now, heavier with everything unspoken.

"You didn’t have to come," you murmured, your voice quieter than you meant it to be.

Kenan’s lips curved slightly, but the teasing edge was softer this time.

"I wanted to." His gaze searched yours, careful, intent. "I kept thinking about you. And I didn’t want to fall asleep wishing I was here instead."

Your fingers curled at your sides, gripping at nothing. "That’s..." You trailed off, words failing you. "That’s really sweet."

His smile deepened, laced with something warmer, something almost adoring. "I was worried I’d crossed into ‘hopelessly obsessed’ territory."

"Never said those things are mutually exclusive."

Kenan laughed. His fingers brushed against yours, hesitant at first—like he was giving you an out, a final moment to stop this before the line blurred beyond return.

You let his touch linger, let his fingers curl loosely around yours, warm and steady.

His voice was softer now. "I’m really glad to see you."

Your chest tightened. The weight of his words settled deep, making it harder to ignore what you already knew.

Your pulse quickened. Swallowing, keeping your voice low, careful, you murmured, "We should go upstairs. Before we wake Jude."

Kenan didn’t move right away. His fingers squeezed yours just slightly, his grip steady, anchoring himself to this moment.

"Lead the way," he murmured.

…

You woke up to warmth.

Not the usual, oh, the blanket’s cozy kind of warmth—but the very specific kind that came from having a large, slightly inconvenient man wrapped around you like a human radiator.

Kenan’s arm was heavy around your waist, his chest pressed firmly against your back, his breath slow and even against the nape of your neck.

For a blissful, fleeting moment, you didn’t think.

You just existed in the warmth of him, in the steady way he held you, like even in sleep, he wasn’t willing to let go. It was grounding, disorienting, and honestly very distracting.

And then—

A knock at the door.

Your heart stopped.

"Hey, you up?" 

Jude’s voice. Groggy. Unmistakable.

Kenan went completely still behind you.

Your stomach plummeted at the exact same speed panic shot through your veins.

You twisted, shoving at his shoulder, whispering urgently, "Go hide. Now."

Kenan groaned into the pillow, voice rough with sleep and entirely unbothered. "What’s going on?"

"Closet! Hurry up!" you hissed, already untangling yourself from the sheets, frantically smoothing out the blankets.

He cursed under his breath before rolling—not gracefully, not remotely smoothly—off the bed, landing with a muffled thud that had you cringing. You barely had time to gawk at his ridiculous lack of stealth before he scrambled toward the closet, slipping inside just as the doorknob turned.

You flipped onto your back, throwing an innocent expression onto your face so forcefully it was probably suspiciousas Jude poked his head in.

He blinked. Then squinted. Then held up a plate.

"As a thank you for dragging me home," he announced, completely unprompted. "I brought breakfast."

You stared at him, still trying to calm your breathing. "Wow. How sweet of you."

Jude frowned, stepping inside, eyeing you like you’d been caught committing tax fraud. "Why are you being weird?"

From inside the closet came the softest possible shuffle. You ignored it. Barely.

"I’m not," you said far too quickly.

Jude narrowed his eyes, the skepticism radiating from him palpable. "You definitely are."

The silence stretched.

Kenan was absolutely in that closet grinning. You just knew it.

“Just a bit sleepy, still need to wake up a bit.” You said, not even sure if you could convince yourself. 

After a painfully long beat, Jude finally left. "Take your time. I’ll be in the living room."

The moment the door clicked shut, you collapsed against the pillows, exhaling sharply.

From inside the closet, Kenan’s voice came far too smug for someone who had nearly blown his own cover.

"I think he’s onto you, baby."

Your eyes snapped to the closet. "Shut up and get out before he comes back."

Kenan slipped out, grinning like he had won something. His hair was already an absolute mess, and as he tugged his hoodie back into place, he looked disgustingly pleased with himself.

"Still worth it," he muttered, far too casual for someone who had just been shoved into a closet like a scandalous love affair in a bad rom-com.

You glared, unimpressed. "You’re the worst."

Kenan leaned down, tilting his head just slightly, voice low and teasing. "Go cuddle with Antoine then."

Your mouth opened, ready to deliver something truly scathing, but before you could—

He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and slipped toward the window.

…

The stadium buzzed with anticipation, the crisp night air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the more questionable aromas of stadium food—the kind that always smelled five-star but tasted like regret. Fans waved scarves and banners, their collective energy contagious, a living, breathing force of excitement.

You, Vini, and Julián had arrived early, settling into your usual seats in the VIP box, which offered a prime view of the pitch. Jude, Kenan, and Arda were warming up, all sharp movements and pre-match focus. Vini, still sidelined with his injury, lounged comfortably like a man who had fully embraced the perks of forced rest. Julián, meanwhile, had no real stake in this game—his Atlético Madrid loyalties firmly intact—but had shown up under the universal rule of football friendships: when your boys play, you support.

It should have felt normal—just another match, just another night watching your brother do what he did best. But from the moment the whistle blew, your gaze found him. Not Jude, not the movement of the game as a whole—but Kenan. 

You told yourself you were just watching the match, same as everyone else. But the way your eyes tracked Kenan’s every step made it painfully obvious that this had very little to do with football.

Watching him play like this—so completely in his element, entirely untouchable—felt a little like staring directly at the sun. You weren’t supposed to. It was bad for you. But even knowing that, you still couldn’t look away.

And then—Kenan broke loose.

A perfectly timed run, the ball practically glued to his foot, the entire pitch stretching open before him like a red carpet moment he had scripted himself. His acceleration was sharp, effortless, the kind of movement that made defenders rethink their entire career choices. One quick feint, a clean turn, a final ruthless touch—

And the ball was in the back of the net.

The stadium detonated.

Kenan’s name thundered through the stands, fans losing their collective minds, his teammates swarming him in celebration. Hands ruffled his hair, clapped his back, pulled him into the chaos—except Kenan barely acknowledged any of it.

Because Kenan wasn’t looking at them.

His gaze was already cutting through the noise, through the bodies, through the absolute carnage unfolding around him—until it found you.

With all the casual confidence of a man completely unbothered by the tens of thousands of people currently watching, he held your stare for just a second longer than necessary, before lifting his fingers to his lips, sending a small, knowing kiss in your direction.Not exaggerated. Not over-the-top. Just a little something to make sure you saw. A little something to make sure you knew.

And oh, you knew.

Your stomach twisted. Heat crept up your neck. You could feel yourself reacting before you could stop it, before you could school your expression into something resembling normal.

Too late.

Julián, seated next to you, hummed. Low, amused. Maybe even delighted.

And just like that the match was no longer your biggest concern.

…

The hallway outside the locker rooms was a chaotic mix of movement and noise, players filtering in and out, staff giving hurried instructions, and media figures darting around like they had somewhere important to be.

You, Julián, and Vini lingered near the entrance, waiting while the rest of the group finished changing before heading out for dinner.

Vini scrolled through his phone, completely uninterested in anything happening around him.

Julián, however? Julián was watching you.

You pretended not to notice, shifting your weight slightly, fixing your gaze on anything else—the floor, the ceiling, a scuffed mark on the wall that was suddenly very interesting.

But, of course, he wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily.

"You know," he said casually, shoving his hands into his pockets, voice just low enough to be intentional. "You could just tell him."

Your body went rigid.

"Tell who what?" you asked, feigning confusion as if you didn’t immediately know where this was going.

Julián gave you a look. Not just any look—the kind of look that translated to: don’t even try it.

You swallowed, forcing a nonchalant shrug. "You’re being cryptic."

"And you’re being too obvious," he countered without missing a beat, eyebrow lifting in quiet amusement.

He wasn’t wrong.

Before you could even begin crafting some kind of defense, he sighed, the teasing edge in his voice softening.

"Listen," he said, quieter this time, like he was letting you in on something no one else was supposed to hear. "If you’re happy, you should just be honest."

You hesitated.

Julián wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t the type to meddle, to pry, to offer unsolicited advice unless he genuinely meant it.

And the fact that he was saying this now—that he was looking at you like he had already figured out everything you were trying so hard to keep to yourself—made something tighten in your chest.

" Julián —"

"Jude will understand," he said simply.

And just like that, your heart stopped. That cracked open something you weren’t prepared to confront yet.

…

Post-match dinners were tradition—good food, good company, and Arda laughing at himself while everyone else berated his more questionable decisions.

But tonight, something felt... off.

And if you had to pinpoint why, it would be the warm weight of Kenan’s hand resting on your thigh under the table.

The restaurant buzzed with post-game energy—clattering plates, bursts of laughter, the scent of grilled meat and fresh bread.

For a while, everything felt normal.

You and Kenan were just sitting next to each other. It wasn’t unusual. No one had batted an eye when you slid into the seat beside him. There was no reason to think twice about the way his knee brushed against yours a little too often or how, at some point, his hand had found its way to your thigh. The contact was warm, steady, deliberate in a way that made it impossible to ignore, but subtle enough that it would have gone unnoticed by anyone not looking for it.

Jude wasn’t suspicious. At least, not yet.

You frowned as Kenan stole a fry from your plate, grinning at your outraged expression as he dodged your attempt to swat at his hand. 

Somewhere between that and the next bite, you had started laughing a little too much, leaning in a little too easily.

Then came the real mistake.

Without thinking, without even realizing what you were doing, you reached over and fed Kenan a piece of food from your plate.

He didn’t bat an eye, didn’t move to stop you. He just took the bite like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The moment your fork landed back on your plate, Jude’s eyes found yours.

His brows furrowed. His gaze narrowed, expression shifting as though his brain was struggling to make sense of something that wasn’t quite clicking.

You could almost see it happening in real time, the slow mental process of realization beginning to piece itself together.

And in a moment of sheer, blind panic, Kenan—quick as ever—turned to Arda and, with zero hesitation, lifted a forkful of food to his mouth.

And fed him a bite straight from his plate. With complete eye contact. A hand under his chin for dramatic effect. Like he had been planning it all along.

Arda, to his eternal credit, didn’t miss a beat.

He sighed dreamily, tilting his head slightly as if this was some grand romantic moment before murmuring, “Finally, some love and appreciation.”

The entire table erupted into laughter. And just like that—crisis, momentarily avoided.

Jude, momentarily thrown off the scent, shook his head and rolled his eyes. "God, you two are annoying."

You exhaled.

Kenan’s hand, still resting on your thigh, squeezed once before relaxing again.

Suddenly, with loud steps, Antoine walked in.

Late as usual, he carried himself with the kind of lazy confidence that came from always assuming he was welcome, flashing his signature smirk as he slid into the empty seat across from Kenan. His gaze flicked across the table, already amused, already scanning for his next source of entertainment, before landing directly on you.

"Did I miss anything?" he asked, tone casual, but his eyes sharp.

Vini barely looked up. "You missed Kenan and Arda having a moment."

Arda, ever the performer, turned toward Kenan, winking like they had been caught in a scandalous affair.

"I’d happily do it again."

Antoine’s brow lifted in mild curiosity. "Do I want to know?"

"No," Julián muttered before taking a sip of his drink.

Antoine smirked, leaning forward slightly.

And then—he turned to you.

"Good to see you again," he said, tone just smooth enough to be irritating. "Didn’t know you were coming tonight."

Your body reacted before your mind did, the subtle shift of tension tightening across your shoulders, the momentary hesitation before you answered. It was small, barely noticeable, but enough for Kenan’s fingers to flex against your thigh under the table.

Antoine, oblivious, continued.

"Been a while, huh?" His voice had that same practiced charm, the kind that could talk its way in and out of just about anything.

You forced a polite smile. "Not long enough."

Arda snorted into his drink.

Antoine, entirely unbothered, let his grin stretch wider. "Whatever you say, beautiful."

The words settled over the table like a misplaced knife, sharp, unnecessary, and completely unwelcome.

You felt Kenan’s grip on your thigh tightening—not possessively, not obviously, but enough. Enough that you knew this was the exact moment his patience expired.

Antoine, blissfully unaware of the impending disaster, leaned back in his chair with an exaggerated sigh.

"You know, I was thinking—"

"You? Thinking?"

Kenan clearly wasn’t the only one who had lost his patience for Antoine.

Jude’s voice sliced through the conversation like a cold blade, stopping whatever Antoine had planned to say before it even left his mouth.

Antoine blinked, caught off guard.

The shift in Jude’s demeanor was immediate, the air around him suddenly weighted with something just serious enough to silence whatever playful deflection Antoine might have had planned.

"Clearly you can’t, or you’d remember she’s off-limits."

The weight of the words hung between them, unchallenged.

Antoine scoffed. "Oh, come on—"

"I don’t care." Jude’s voice never wavered.

Antoine stiffened, his usual lazy confidence faltering.

Arda, ever the hero, ever the breaker of tension, propped his chin on his hand and made a kissy face at Jude.

"Thank God there’s another Bellingham who isn’t off-limits."

It took a second, but then the entire table exploded into laughter, the relief of the tension being broken visible on all faces.

Even Jude, despite himself, exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

Antoine, thoroughly humiliated, sank into his seat.

Kenan reached for his drink, finally looking at peace.

And you?

You just exhaled, yet the weight on your shoulders hadn’t fully dissolved yet. 

...

The night air had a crisp edge to it, the kind that made everything feel a little more defined, a little more present. The streets had quieted, save for the occasional burst of laughter from passing groups and the distant hum of traffic rolling through the city. A leftover energy from the match still clung to the air, lingering in the spaces between streetlights and the faint glow of shop windows.

Jude had just left for some girl’s place, tossing you a lazy wave over his shoulder before sliding into the backseat of a taxi, completely unaware of what—or rather, who—he was leaving behind.

Now, it was just you and Kenan.

The two of you walked in sync, footsteps falling into an easy rhythm against the pavement, the kind of silent coordination that came naturally when you spent enough time around someone. Neither of you spoke for a while, but the quiet wasn’t uncomfortable. It was settled, familiar, charged in a way that didn’t require words.

Kenan was the first to break the silence.

“You know,” he mused, his hands shoved in his pockets, his voice carrying that usual casualness, though there was something softer beneath it, something more careful. “I realized something tonight.”

You glanced at him, raising a brow. “And what’s that?”

He tilted his head slightly, considering. “I don’t actually know how you see the world.”

The comment made you blink, caught off guard. “What?”

Kenan smirked, but it wasn’t teasing—not in the way he usually was. “I know how you react. I know how you argue. I know the way your mind works when you’re scheming something, the way you roll your eyes when you think someone’s being an idiot. But I don’t know what you dream about. I don’t know what you think about when it’s just you and your own thoughts.”

His words sent something warm curling through your chest, something that felt an awful lot like being seen in a way you weren’t sure you were ready for.

You narrowed your eyes, lips twitching. “That’s already quite the character study. What else is left?”

Kenan’s grin widened. “That you’re stubborn, that you were a menace growing up, and that you have god-awful taste in movies.”

You gasped, scandalized. “First of all, I do not have god-awful taste in movies—”

Kenan hummed, feigning deep thought. “You like that one rom-com with the guy who—”

“It’s a cinematic masterpiece, and you will respect it,” you shot back, jabbing a finger at his chest.

His laugh was warm, deep, cutting through the cool night like a melody you’d heard before and wanted to hear again.

But then, after a beat, his voice softened. “I mean it,” he said, quieter now. “Tell me about you.”

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t want to, but because no one ever really asked. Your entire life had existed in orbit around someone else’s story, in the shadow of football pitches and expectations, always introduced as Jude’s sister before being anything else.

But standing here, under the dim glow of streetlights, Kenan wasn’t looking at you like someone else’s sister.

He was looking at you. Like he wanted to know. Like he wanted to understand who you were beyond the spaces you filled for other people.

So, you told him.

About your dreams, your ambitions, the things you wanted that had nothing to do with football or being tethered to a world you hadn’t exactly chosen. About how you had always been restless, always searching for something that felt just out of reach, never quite sure what it was supposed to be. About the weight of constantly being seen as an extension of someone else instead of just you.

And Kenan listened.

Not in the way most people did, waiting for their turn to speak, but fully, completely. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t tease, didn’t try to fix anything. He just walked beside you, nodding now and then, his expression unreadable but focused, present, engaged.

Then, when you finally ran out of words, when you had spilled more than you had planned to, he stopped walking.

You turned to face him, and his gaze didn’t waver.

There was something warm in his eyes, something deliberate, something that made your stomach twist in a way you weren’t sure you could name.

“I don’t want to keep sneaking around,” he said, straightforward, unwavering.

Your breath caught. The easiest response would have been to joke, to throw back something sarcastic, something that made this feel less serious than it was.

But you couldn’t. Not this time.

Instead, your voice came out quieter than expected. “Me neither.”

Kenan exhaled, like he had been holding onto that breath for too long.

He stepped closer, slow and measured, his presence surrounding you in a way that made the rest of the world fade into background noise. “We’ll tell him,” he murmured. “After this weekend.”

You hesitated—not because you weren’t sure, but because—

“Jude’s going to kill you,” you whispered, the ghost of a smile playing at your lips.

Kenan tilted his head, grin forming. “Think he’ll make it quick?”

You shook your head, laughing softly. “Probably not.”

“Damn,” he sighed, like he was genuinely considering the odds. “Guess we better make the most of it while I still have my limbs.”

…

The morning unfolded slowly, wrapped in that golden kind of stillness that came after a night where nothing was rushed, nothing was hidden, and nothing felt like a mistake.

You stirred awake gradually, the soft glow of daylight stretching through the curtains, dusting the room in muted warmth. The duvet was tangled around your legs, the air comfortably heavy, and Kenan’s arm draped over your waist, solid and warm, his grip loose but unwavering.

For a moment, you didn’t move.

Still caught in the haze between sleep and wakefulness, your mind felt foggy, your body relaxed, completely enveloped in the weight of him against your back. His breath was slow and steady, lips barely grazing your bare shoulder, the steady rise and fall of his chest in perfect rhythm with yours.

There was something easy about it. Something natural, like neither of you needed to rush back into reality just yet.

Like the rest of the world could wait.

Kenan stirred behind you, inhaling deeply as he shifted, his fingers pressing lightly against your stomach before relaxing again—like his body refused to let go, even in sleep.

Then, soft and half-mumbled against your skin, a voice still thick with sleep—

“Mmm… morning, baby.”

You turned your head slightly, catching the way his lashes fluttered against his cheekbones, the drowsy heaviness still clinging to his green eyes, barely open, barely awake.

“Morning,” you murmured, voice quieter than intended.

Kenan exhaled a slow, contented sigh before burying his face into the crook of your neck, his forehead pressing against your shoulder for just a moment, as if delaying the inevitable need to get up.

Neither of you moved for a while, tangled in the sheets, limbs draped over each other in a way that didn’t feel stolen or temporary anymore—just right. The silence was filled with soft sighs, half-hearted murmurs about starting the day, Kenan groaning dramatically every time you even suggested getting up.

It took twenty more minutes of coaxing, a promise of coffee, and an absurd amount of effort to finally untangle yourself from him.

Which somehow led to Kenan, standing in your kitchen, sleeves pushed up lazily, completely in your space—eerily familiar to the first time you two met.

"You just gonna stand there and look pretty, or are you actually going to help?" you teased, casting him a glance over your shoulder as you reached for the pan.

Kenan smirked, arms crossed over his chest, the definition of amused. “I thought I was the guest here.”

You rolled your eyes. “I must have missed the part where guests show up like stray cats and never leave.”

Kenan snickered, stepping closer, his presence pressing against yours without even touching you.

"Can’t help it," he muttered, reaching past you to grab a knife from the counter, his hand grazing yours in the process.

Your breath hitched.

It was such a small thing—barely even a touch. But the air between you shifted, thickened, like neither of you quite knew how to handle it now that there were no rules left to break.

Kenan didn’t move away.

He tilted his head slightly, studying you, something soft and unreadable flickering behind his expression.

“I like this.”

You blinked. “Like what?”

He glanced around—at you, at the kitchen, at the quiet ease of the morning—before a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“This,” he murmured. “Mornings with you.”

…

By noon, Kenan was lacing up his shoes, bag slung over his shoulder, the usual ease in his movements feeling just a little more forced. Neither of you had said it out loud, but the reluctance hung between you, stretching out the seconds, making something as routine as leaving for training feel heavier than it should.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed, watching him stall in the smallest ways—adjusting his bag, running a hand through his hair, double-checking his phone. It wasn’t subtle, and you weren’t about to call him out for it, because truthfully, you didn’t want him to go either.

His hand reached for the door handle, fingers grazing the cool metal, but instead of pushing it open, he hesitated. The pause wasn’t long, but it was enough.

He turned back.

His gaze settled on you, lingering for a beat longer than necessary, something unreadable in his expression. Without a word, he stepped forward, his fingers curling lightly under your jaw, thumb tracing absently along your cheekbone.

He slowly leaned in, lips warm against yours, moving with easy confidence, unhurried but unwilling to be cut short. His palm moved to your hips, pressing lightly against, fingers flexing like he wanted to pull you closer but knew he shouldn’t.

When he pulled back, his gaze flickered over your face, taking in every detail before a small, quiet smirk ghosted across his lips.

"You make it really hard to leave," he murmured.

A quiet exhale slipped past your lips. "Then don’t."

Kenan let out a soft laugh, more resigned than amused, like he knew exactly how impossible that suggestion was. His fingers lingered against your skin for just a second longer before he pressed a final kiss to your forehead.

Neither of you noticed the figure standing just a few feet away.

Neither of you caught the subtle shift in Kenneth’s expression, the way his arms crossed over his chest, gaze locked onto you both with an undeniable edge of amusement.

But when he saw Kenan kiss you—

Something clicked.

His lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

And just like that—

A plan was beginning to form.

…

Vini Jr’s birthday getaway was supposed to be a break—one night away from the noise, the obligations, the endless cycle of training and matches. Just twenty-four hours to indulge, unwind, and embrace the illusion that their schedules weren’t already mapped out for months in advance.

And for the first few hours, that’s exactly what it was.

The cabin was absurdly over-the-top, the kind of place that looked like it belonged in a luxury travel magazine. Nestled deep in the countryside with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a valley, it had everything—an infinity pool, a sauna, a hot tub, and a very charming fire pit outside. Every detail had been planned with precision, a testament to the fact that Vini took his birthdays far too seriously.

It was meant to be a night of doing absolutely nothing except lounging around, eating too much. It was one of those nights that felt effortless, where nothing needed to be said aloud because the comfort of familiarity spoke for itself. The kind of night where everything felt easy—like nothing could go wrong.

And then, Vini Jr—sentimental by nature, twice as bad when exhausted and warm from whiskey—sighed, stretching his legs toward the fire.

“This group means a lot to me,” he murmured, gaze flickering across the room before settling on the flames. “You guys are like my family.”

There were a few small nods of agreement.

Julián, reclining comfortably in an armchair, gave a lazy smile. “Yeah. Feels that way, doesn’t it?”

Arda, sprawled across half the couch with a blanket tangled around his legs, let out a sleepy chuckle. “If we’re family, does that mean I get to be the favorite child?”

“No,” Julián said flatly.

The laughter was soft, easy, unforced—

Until Antoine, sitting just slightly apart from the group, his usual smirk in place, twirling his whiskey glass idly between his fingers, decided to ruin it.

"You’d be surprised how close some people are."

The shift was instant, subtle but undeniable—like the air had dropped a degree.

Jude, who had been half-drowsy, half-listening, barely reacted at first, brows knitting slightly as he processed the words, turning them over in his mind.

“What?” he asked, tone absentminded, not yet realizing he had just stepped into a landmine.

Antoine leaned forward, setting his glass down with slow, deliberate ease, his gaze flicking toward you, then Kenan, then back again.

“Oh, nothing,” he mused, stretching out in his seat. “Just thinking about how you never really know what’s going on right under your nose.”

Your stomach plummeted.

Jude’s expression barely flickered, but the tension in his shoulders shifted, subtle but unmistakable, a sign that he had just caught up to the conversation a second too late.

Vini Jr must have sensed it too, because his voice cut through the air, sharp and warning.

"Antoine."

But Antoine, who had an unsettling grin plastered on his face, wasn’t finished.

“I meant to come apologize after dinner the other night,” he continued, voice mocking, syrupy-slow, words laced with the kind of satisfaction that made your stomach churn.

And then, with a casual, effortless cruelty—

"But then I saw Kenan making out with your sister."

Silence.

Like the room itself had just swallowed all the air.

Jude didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t even react.

Just sat perfectly still, eyes locked onto nothing in particular, face so unreadable it almost looked blank.

Like his brain had short-circuited, too stuck between disbelief and fury to process anything at all.

When he looked up his eyes met yours. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack under the pressure. 

"Tell me he's lying."

His voice was quiet, low—but lethal.

A final chance.

A last, desperate lifeline—one last opportunity to prove that Antoine was just being a smug, conniving bastard.

But you had nothing to give him.

"Jude, I—” You faltered, voice paper-thin, cracking under the weight of what was coming. “There… might be something going on.”

Another silence.

But this one was worse.

Thicker.

Final.

Like the ground itself had just cracked open beneath your feet.

Jude’s expression didn’t shift. Didn’t change. Didn’t flicker. It was still terrifyingly blank.

"Oh, come on, Jude," Arda groaned, breaking the tension like he hadn’t just stepped into the eye of a hurricane.“Don’t be mad, they’re actually kinda cute.”

A ripple of uneasy laughter skated across the room.

Vini Jr sat up, clearing his throat. “Kenan’s a good guy, man. You know that.”

Jude’s head snapped so fast you almost thought he’d get whiplash. His gaze darted from Arda to Vini Jr to Julián, like he was waiting for someone—anyone—to tell him he wasn’t crazy.

That he had every right to feel betrayed.

That this was completely, utterly wrong.

But no one did.

His voice came out sharp, brittle at the edges. "So, what? You’re all just fine with this?”

Julián hesitated before exhaling heavily. “Well… yeah?”

Jude blinked. Slowly.

Like he was waiting for the universe to right itself.

It didn’t.

Arda, shooting Kenan an empathic look, sighed. “I mean, it’s not like they killed someone, Jude.”

"That’s not the point!" Jude’s voice rose suddenly, snapping with a rough edge. “I had one rule. Just one.”

The words hit you square in the chest, knocking the breath out of you.

And then—

Something shifted in his face.

Like a much, much worse realization had just landed.

His jaw locked, eyes narrowing.

"Wait."

The single word was a trigger, a warning, a countdown to something that was about to explode.

His gaze flickered across the room. “Did you guys already know?”

Silence.

And then—

Julián sighed. “I mean…”

Arda awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “I might have figured it out.”

Vini Jr, ever the most unbothered, hummed. “I had my suspicions.”

Jude inhaled sharply.

"You—" He cut himself off, jaw tightening like he was physically forcing himself to stay composed.

And then—

He let out a sharp, humorless laugh.

Bitter. Cold.

"Unbelievable."

His gaze snapped back to Kenan, something dark flashing through it.

"You. You knew how I felt about this. About my teammates—my friends—going near her."

Kenan’s jaw was tight, his entire body tense, rigid.

"I didn’t plan for this to happen," he said, evenly, carefully.

“So?” Jude scoffed. "That makes it better?"

Kenan hesitated. Then, softly, quietly—

“No. It doesn’t.”

Jude let out a sharp, unsteady breath, pushing up from his seat so fast that the blanket draped over his lap slipped to the floor.

“I need to clear my head.”

And just like that—he walked out.

The room stayed frozen, the embers in the fireplace popping softly, the only sound breaking the crushing weight of his absence.

Kenan didn’t move.

Didn’t look at anyone.

Just sat there, hands clasped in front of him, staring at the door Jude had disappeared through like he was already mourning something he couldn’t bring back.

Finally he exhaled. “I should go.”

“No.” Vini’s voice was firm.

But Kenan just shook his head, already rising to his feet.

“He’s my friend,” he said simply, voice quieter now, the tension in his body starting to unwind into something that looked an awful lot like regret.

“And I crossed a line. I don’t want to stay here and make it worse.”

Vini sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

Then—his eyes flickered to Antoine, and his entire expression changed.

“You, however?” His tone turned sharp, unforgiving. “You can get the hell out.”

Antoine scoffed. “Oh, come on—”

“I mean it,” Vini snapped, patience gone. “You don’t get to sit here and act like this wasn’t a game to you. You wanted to cause damage—and you did."

Antoine rolled his eyes, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

And then, with one last lingering glance at you and Kenan—

He was gone.

The silence around the now nearly burned-out fire was deafening. 

Arda exhaled. “Well, that could’ve gone better.”

Julián gave you and Kenan a sympathetic look. “For what it’s worth, we never thought it was wrong. Just… complicated.”

Vini clapped Kenan on the shoulder. “Jude will come around. He just needs time.”

Kenan didn’t say anything.

Just nodded, his jaw tight, gaze distant.

Then—he turned to you, eyes softening for just a second.

“I’ll pack my bag.”

And with that, he was gone too.

…

The warmth of the day had long faded, leaving behind a crisp chill that clung to your skin, but you barely felt it.

You sat on the porch steps, arms wrapped around yourself, staring out at the darkness beyond the trees, replaying every second of what had happened inside.

The way Jude had looked at you—like he didn’t recognize you.

Your stomach twisted painfully. You and Kenan had agreed—you would tell Jude together, do it the right way. But now, the choice had been ripped from you. Antoine had done it for you, cruelly, deliberately, stripping you of any control. Instead of sitting Jude down, instead of explaining it carefully, you had been exposed—caught like some dirty little secret.

Now, it was out in the open. And everything felt ruined.

The door creaked open behind you. Footsteps on the wooden planks.

You didn’t turn. Didn’t need to.

Kenan settled beside you, close enough that you could feel his warmth without touching. For weeks, he had made you feel safe. But tonight, there was no safety. No reassurance. Just the wreckage of what you had built.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Then—

“I should have told him right away,” Kenan murmured.

You swallowed hard. “We both should have.”

Kenan exhaled sharply. “I knew exactly how this would go. I knew how he’d react, and still—I let myself believe it would be fine.”

His gaze was locked on the horizon, jaw clenched, hands tightening into fists. “Maybe Antoine did it to be an ass, but it doesn’t change the fact that I let this happen. That I knew this could ruin things, and I…” He inhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head.

His voice broke slightly.

And you knew—he wasn’t just talking about Jude.

Kenan exhaled, finally turning his head to look at you.

And your stomach dropped.

Because for the first time in weeks, he looked conflicted. Not just guilty. Not just sorry. But like he was standing on the edge of something and deciding whether to jump—or walk away.

“I love you.”

Soft. Barely a whisper. But it hit you like a punch to the gut.

Because this wasn’t how he was supposed to say it. Not like this. Not in the quiet of the aftermath, when everything was already slipping away.

Your breath hitched, vision blurring slightly, but you forced yourself to swallow past the lump in your throat. If this was the end—if you had to let him go—then at least he would know

You reached out, fingers trembling slightly as you cupped his face, memorizing the warmth of his skin.

“I love you too.”

Kenan exhaled, ragged, forehead pressing against yours. His hands cradled the back of your neck like he couldn’t quite believe what you had just said.

For a few stolen seconds, neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed. Just sat there, foreheads touching, eyes closed, existing in the space of what could have been.

Then Kenan pulled back, and you felt it.

“I don’t want you to pick between me or your family,” he murmured.

Your chest caved in on itself. “Don’t say that.”

Kenan let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Come on, baby.”

He called you that one last time, like he knew he wouldn’t be saying it again. His thumb brushed your cheek, one final touch, like he was committing the moment to memory.

“You should stay.”

Your stomach plummeted.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head, tears well and truly spilling over now.

Kenan smiled, but it was small, sad, something entirely different from the ones he used to give you. “You know I’m right.”

You bit your lip, shaking your head, desperate. “I don’t care.”

Kenan exhaled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough for it to hurt.

“You do,” he murmured against your skin.

And that was the worst part—because he was right.

Kenan had known what this would cost before you did. And that was why he was doing what you couldn’t bring yourself to do, why he was making the choice you refused to face.

A lump formed in your throat. “This isn’t fair.”

Kenan’s smile barely touched his lips. “Nothing about this was ever fair.”

You shut your eyes, but it didn’t stop the warmth trailing down your cheek. Kenan caught the tear with his thumb, unbearably gentle, as if this moment wasn’t already unraveling you.

And then—he stepped back.

And you knew.

This was it.

The moment he walked away.

Kenan adjusted his bag, glancing at you one last time before slipping his hands into his pockets and making his way down the steps. His shoulders were tense, his pace unhurried, but he didn’t look back.

And if you had glanced up, just for a second, you would have seen the faint glow of light filtering through the open window above the porch.

Would have seen Jude lying awake in bed, unmoving, his expression unreadable.

He had heard every word.

…

The stadium pulsed with energy—chants, stomping, the distant crackle of flares. The air smelled of freshly cut grass, laced with smoke drifting from the passionate sections of the crowd.

To most, this was just another match. Another ninety minutes under the floodlights.

For you, it was something else.

The first game since everything had fallen apart. Since Kenan walked away. Since you let him.

You sat stiffly in the private box, wedged between Vini Jr. and Julián, a cup of cold coffee cradled between your hands. Your eyes weren’t on the game.

They were on him.

Kenan stood on the pitch, clad in his Real Madrid kit, shoulders squared. To the world, he looked composed. You knew better. His jaw was too tight, his shoulders held tension that shouldn’t be there.

His gaze swept the stands until it found you. A fraction of hesitation. A flicker of something before he forced himself to turn away.

Julián muttered, “You’re staring.”

You blinked. “Was not.”

“Right,” he drawled. “And I’m a Barcelona fan.”

Jude hadn’t really spoken to you since that night. He had seen it—the way you barely ate, stayed in your room too long, weren’t yourself. Watching you now, staring at Kenan like you had already lost—he knew.

And on the pitch, it showed.

Kenan was off. His passes lacked precision, his movement hesitated. Jude, too. He wasn’t playing poorly, but you saw the difference.

Vini exhaled. “This isn’t them.”

You weren’t just watching two footballers struggle. You were watching two boys trying to push through something bigger than the game. And failing.

…

Halftime.

Kenan barely made it three steps into the tunnel before a hand gripped his arm, pulling him to a stop. His entire body tensed, bracing instinctively for a confrontation, expecting a sharp word, maybe even another shove.

But when he turned and met Jude’s gaze, something in him stilled.

Because Jude didn’t look angry.

He didn’t look like he was about to start another fight, didn’t look like he was holding onto resentment or betrayal.

He just looked… tired.

Kenan swallowed, exhaling slowly as Jude crossed his arms, studying him like he was weighing something in his head.

"You care about her."

It wasn’t a question.

Kenan’s jaw clenched, but he nodded without hesitation.

"I do."

Jude didn’t blink. His expression remained unreadable, sharp but not hostile, as if he was searching for any sign of doubt, any hesitation, anything that would confirm his worst fears.

"No, I mean, you really care about her."

Kenan’s chest tightened, his pulse drumming against his ribs.

But still, there was no pause when he spoke.

"More than anything."

Jude let out a long breath, dragging a hand down his face like this realization had just knocked the wind out of him.

"I was an idiot," he muttered, shaking his head. "I should’ve known earlier. She’s been miserable all week. So have I. And so have you."

Kenan didn’t answer.

Because there was nothing to say.

Jude sighed again, quieter this time, voice losing its edge.

"Listen to me," he said, meeting Kenan’s eyes with a look that left no room for misinterpretation. "If you ever mess this up—if you ever hurt her—" he paused, letting the weight of it settle, "you are done for."

Kenan nodded immediately. "I won’t."

Jude held his gaze for another long moment, assessing, deciding.

Then, finally, finally, he nodded.

"Then you have my blessing."

The words hit harder than Kenan expected.

His shoulders relaxed instantly, the tension he had been carrying for weeks lifting all at once, and for the first time in days, he could actually breathe.

The relief was overwhelming—so much so that before he could even think, before he could talk himself out of it—

He pulled Jude into a hug.

Jude stiffened immediately.

Then—he sighed. Loud. Dramatic. "Alright, alright, enough of this."

Kenan grinned, pulling back, the tightness in his chest easing completely.

Jude gave him a long-suffering look before muttering, half amused, half resigned—

"Kind of glad it’s you if it has to be any of my mates." A pause. "Still kinda weird, though."

Kenan laughed, the sound lighter than it had been in weeks.

And just like that, the weight of everything else—the tension, the guilt, the uncertainty—faded into the background.

Jude clapped him on the shoulder, nodding toward the tunnel. "Go play like yourself."

…

Where the first half had been marked by hesitation, the second half ignited with purpose. The tension that had clouded the match lifted, replaced by a sharp, relentless drive. And at the center of it all—Kenan.

From the moment the whistle blew, he was everywhere. Every pass landed with precision, every touch carried confidence, every movement had the unmistakable ease of a player who had just remembered exactly who he was. It was as if something inside him had settled, like the weight of the past few weeks had finally lifted.

Jude’s words in the tunnel had done more than clear the air. They had set him free.

Kenan played like a man with nothing to hold him back, his rhythm returning in full force. His movements were sharp, impossible to predict, his speed cutting through defenders before they even knew what was happening. The energy was infectious—his teammates fed off it, the crowd roared for it, the entire game shifted because of it.

Two minutes left on the clock. One last counterattack.

The stadium held its breath as Kenan surged forward, the ball at his feet, his body moving with instinctive precision. The defenders scrambled to stop him, but he was faster, sharper, weaving past them with practiced ease.

The goal was right there.

He didn’t hesitate.

One clean, powerful strike—

The ball sailed past the keeper.

And hit the back of the net.

Kenan barely had time to react before his teammates crashed into him, grabbing at his jersey, shaking him, shouting in pure elation. The weight of the game, of the past few weeks, of everything—gone in an instant.

And you?

You didn’t even realize you had jumped to your feet, hands pressed over your mouth, laughter spilling out in pure, unfiltered exhilaration. Your heart was pounding, the adrenaline coursing through you as you stared down at the pitch, at him.

Kenan turned, still surrounded by his teammates, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. But he wasn’t looking at them. He was looking for you.

And the second his gaze found yours, the rest of the world fell away.

His hands lifted, his fingers shaping a heart.

Right at you.

Your breath hitched, something flipping violently in your stomach, the moment pulling so tight you could feel it in your bones.

A hundred thoughts flashed through your mind. Jude. What if he saw? What if—

But then Jude jogged over to Kenan and patted him on the back, before tilting his head up to the box—

And smiling at you.

The tightness in your chest unraveled, the last few weeks dissolving in an instant.

Jude was telling you, without words, without spectacle, in the quietest, most Jude way possible that everything was okay.

The final whistle blew, Real’s victory confirmed, and the stadium exploded into celebration.

Your feet carried you down the stands before you could talk yourself out of it, weaving through the crowd, pushing past security, slipping through the barriers until your shoes hit the pitch.

The world around you was a blur of flashing cameras, roaring fans, falling confetti—

None of it mattered. You only saw one thing.

Kenan.

Still in the center of the pitch, still wrapped in the aftermath of victory—teammates cheering, hands clapping against his back, voices shouting over each other in celebration.

But Kenan wasn’t listening.

His eyes were searching.

And the second he saw you, everything else became secondary.

He moved through the crowd with quiet determination, each stride measured, gaze fixed on you like there was nowhere else he was supposed to be. There was no hesitation, no doubt—just certainty.

The second he reached you, his hands found your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your jacket, warm and steady. His forehead brushed against yours, the ghost of a breath passing between you, his grip anchoring you to him like he had no intention of letting go.

And then—his lips were on yours.

There was nothing tentative about it, no room for second-guessing.

The way he kissed you was deliberate, like he had been craving this moment long enough and wasn’t about to waste it. He tasted like adrenaline and triumph, his fingers tightening against you as though to make sure you were really there.

The stadium noise melted into something distant, unimportant. It was just the two of you, caught in the heady mix of exhaustion, relief, and something deeper—something neither of you could deny anymore.

Still breathless, you pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, the flicker of a smile ghosting across his lips.

“So, since we’re all feeling sentimental, should I kiss you too?” Arda stood a few steps away, grinning as he clapped Jude on the shoulder, eyes alight with mischief.

Jude recoiled instantly, baffled. “Absolutely not.”

Arda clutched his chest in exaggerated offense. “Wow. Rejected just like that. No hesitation.”

Laughter rippled through the team, light and easy, the weight of the last few weeks dissolving into something less complicated.

Jude exhaled, shaking his head.

But this time he was smiling.

For real.

[heretherebeturtles-comic]

Hello! Many people have said this but ill say it too, I LOVE YOUR COMIC SO MUCH ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

I really wanted to ask you about how you do the backgrounds? (Something i struggle with) whats the process? Like from start to finish, also, to do the rise backgrounds do you use reference from the show and generally real photo of ny? Or do you come up with them? And last question- The shadow and light on the background- Like HOW

i know it’s a lot of questions but i’m just so curious qwq and wanna learn to be better, thank you again in case you read this and respond, in case you don’t, i hope you have a nice day and a wonderful life uwu keep up the great work! (≧◡≦) ♡

Backgrounds are a really broad subject and I'm always a little overwhelmed when asked this question. Just like drawing the human body, backgrounds take time, repetition, and practice!

My answer got a bit long, so it's going under a read more :) but if you digest info better in video format I found this on youtube

It pretty much goes over everything I wanted to say, but in a much better way. I wish I had found it before writing all this out lol

ok, first of all, I'm not a teacher nor was I built to be one of those cool helpful art tutorial people who do a full coloured tutorial filled with illustrations. This is just going to be a messy "how I do backgrounds / environment layouts from start to finish." kinda thing.

... lets start with a sight tangent.

Sketch from Life!!!

If you want to get better at backgrounds I recommend doing some sketching out in the real world!

When I was first getting into doing backgrounds I went to cafes and parks to just sketch the buildings and objects. Sketch rocks, flowers, clumps of grass, garbage cans, bottles, tables, street signs, etc. If you are drawing a tree observe how the trunks twist, how the bark flows, or how the leaves are bunched.

If you can't leave the house the same still applies! Sketch the interiors of your house, the walls, or common objects like chairs and bookshelves. How are objects stacked? items on the floor?

If you aren't comfortable with drawing outside or in public you can take some photos to draw from! They are good for practice and you can use them again as references later. Alternatively you can find pictures online of buildings and objects to sketch as practice.

All spaces have objects in them, it becomes easier to draw those kinds of spaces when you already have spent time observing and sketching them.

ALSO! They don't have to be good sketches! It's just to build out your mental catalogue and strengthen your perception of perspective.

now the actual thing...

BACKGROUNDS

(the pictures used for this are my own. I dug them out of my 2022 folder)

Backgrounds have slightly different rules based on what you are making them for. Videogame Environment Concept Art vs Animation Layouts vs Comic Backgrounds vs Illustration backgrounds.

They all follow the same basics, which I will go over here, but the intention and function of those designs are going to be different. It's all about how you set up the scene and what it's purpose is!

Brainstorming and Thumbnailing

I like to think about a location as though it is a character. An abandoned old house with creaky sagging floorboards is very different from a futuristic space ship with sharp metal floor panels. A gas station has a very different feeling from a library.

I usually start by asking what is this location's story? Why was it built and for what purpose? What kinds of things does this room need to fulfill that purpose? You don’t need solid answers, but its good to be thinking about it while you are working.

Next, sketch some ideas for how this place is going to look. For me, this usually involves drawing the idea from multiple angles and then making lists & small sketches of the objects I think should be filling the space.

Example: The main character of my original work is a Wanderer. They collect a lot of things on their travels, but those items have to be small enough to be easily carried in a backpack. I wanted his room to be in the corner of an attic, walled off by curtains, and filled with trinkets. You can see some of my brainstorming above.

References

I only look for references after I've done some sketching and planning; this is to solidify my idea first so that I don't accidentally copy anyone else's work. I will make a moodboard with pictures of lighting, colours, items, rooms with specific ceiling beams, old chairs, etc. basically whatever I feel fits the vibe.

Honestly, I don't use references as much as I should. For ROTTMNT fanart I look at backgrounds and screenshots from the series to study the style. I also reference actual photos of NYC to get a feel for how Rise condenses the visual information.

In general, it's good to have references of real life objects/locations, because there are so many details like cracks in pavement, stickers on polls, crowning on buildings, fancy fencing, weird chair legs, etc. that you might not think of. It's the imperfect details that can make a location feel more alive.

Perspective

Once you have your chosen sketch we move to.... the infamous perspective boxes. Doing backgrounds is just learning to be comfortable drawing So Many boxes and carving items out of them.

Many better artists than myself have made videos on perspective, vanishing points, and all the technical bits. Videos like THIS ONE and THIS ONE are helpful (this post is great too!!). There are probably a lot of classes to be found on Skillshare or Schoolism. I learned a lot of this in my college art course, so I can't give you a specific video which helped me.

You can get by and be a good artist without learning this stuff. There are quite a few successful artists who have admitted they never bothered to learn perspective (one of these people even made a whole graphic novel series).

I personally avoided properly learning this stuff until I was in my 20s because I thought it would be boring and difficult to do. tbh I really wish I had learned it earlier because it's so much fun to make those silly little boxes imo. It looks scary and complicated but, just like drawing humans, it just takes time, repetition, and practice to develop the knowledge and skills.

Cleanup

You have your boxes and lines! Cool! Now to make a scene out of it. Fill in the details, get everything placed were you want it! Generally, the lines of each item will point back towards the horizon line, but they can have different perspective points.

Generally you would want to clean it up and get your room completely sketched before doing the lineart. I tend to combine the steps (not recommended)

Lineart

I've mentioned how I do this before. Closer objects have thicker lines and more detailed inside. Further objects have thinner lines and less detail. I didn't quite achieve that balance with the image below, but it's close enough.

Colours and Shading will have to be a separate post. In the meantime, I highly recommend the book "Color and Light" by James Gurney. I used to borrow it from my local library and a good chunk of my knowledge was learned from it :)

[twijaxx]

Fem! Nagi, Kaiser and Ness (separately) x Fem! reader, occ characters, fluff.

wc: 1,1k

Part 1. Isagi, Rin and Sae.

Nagi seishiro :x

This woman is too lazy to do anything! But for you? she will do everything (still in her lazy way)

Nagi forgot when she realized that she loves you, maybe it was when you two were eating instant noodles at her house? maybe it was when you cheered on her during one of her matches? ohh maybe it was when you took care of her when she was sick?? thinking about it is too much hassle.

Recently you two were in your two week Minecraft phase and ofc Nagi was the one mining, collecting materials and she actually focused on the game, but you? you just wanted to build a house for the two of you and have like a million cats inside, sadly you were SHIT at this game, couldn’t even build a simple house.

You decided to give up on building that house, you couldn’t even follow a simple tutorial on youtube and Nagi thought that you were so cute, struggling so hard to build a house for you two that will be abandoned in a week or so. So when you logged off she decided that she will build that house for you even if it was “too much of a hassle”

The next day you wanted to play on a sheared screen so she decided the two of you should meet up at her house. She was a little excited to see your reaction to that house she built, not talking about the surprise that was waiting for you inside.

When you finally opened Minecraft you saw that the house you really wanted was magically there :3 You hugged Nagi with so much joy, but when you went inside instead of million cats there were like ten wooden signs saying “I love you, please make me happy and be my girlfriend :x” You two still play on this server too these days.

Michael Kaiser :-

don’t think this woman ain’t rich too! ohh she loves spoiling u just like sae. And just like Sae and Rin, Kaiser was delusional too, but maybe a little less than them.

Shopping sprees, yea that was her thing, she loves doing that especially if it means making you look pretty and feel appreciated. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, nails, eyelashes, hair done, everything you asked she bought you, nahhh you didn’t even have to ask she just text you “get ready i will be there in thirty, we are going shopping” how much money does she have?!

Picking you up in her expensive lamborghini (that’s so hot) going from this mall to another until you find something you like. When the two of you are done you don’t have a hand to hold the bags anymore. She laughs at you about this but after all she ain’t that mean (only when it comes to you) she will help you put the bags inside your house.

She loved you for such a long time but only managed to say “i love you” when she was drunk as hell at the parties you two were going to every other weekend. So you waited and waited until she finally got the courage to say it sober, but it never happened so you decided to took matters into your own hands.

Texting her “You come to my house this time, i got something special for you.” it wasn’t anything special compared to what she got you, just a simple dinner, couple of candles and wine. When she came to your house she was shocked that you did all this for her (will you blame her if she says that tears peaked at her eyes when you turned around?)

You two sat down at your kitchen table but on her plate was a note saying “Kaiser, I love you and I don't know how much time it has been. I’m tired of hearing you say that you love me every time you are drunk but then when you are finally sober you don’t say it again, i don’t know if you only say that in a friendly way or you seriously do mean it. I just wanted you to know that I do love you romantically and I want to be your girlfriend.”

She was speechless when she read that, but she would be a fool if she didn’t agree so she did and you two had the best night of your life. 

Alexis ness :>

i think she is the most romantic of the 6 and she will do everything! for you

ohh Ness where do i start… maybe she is not that fancy like Kaiser and Sae but don’t underestimate her! she can do as much as they can, just in her own special way.

Ness will tag along everywhere you go, and by everywhere i serious mean everywhere. Shopping, walk in the park, cafe, even church if you are religious!

Ness realized she loves you when the two of you were sitting on some random playground. You two were eating ice cream but yours fell on the floor… You looked at her with your big doe eyes as tears almost peaked at them, without a second thought she offered you her’s and she never saw you this happy as at that moment.

And since that moment ohhh she been plotting so hard! She fell in love and didn’t even tried to deny it :3 But she wasn’t so obvious like Isagi was (you still knew tho) She tried sneaking little love notes around your house just in case you see them when she already leaves, and ohh boy you did see them but you wanted her to say it to your face not on some stupid note.

She knew you saw them cause every time she was at your house the previous note disappeared, she got fed up with your behavior but she decided that she will wait until valentines, and when valentines actually came she did all she could so you didn’t forget this day.

It wasn’t something really big, but for her actions speak louder than words, so she just invited you to her house for dinner, and then you two could maybe watch a movie? Everything was just like she imagined but wait.. she forgot to ask you the most important question of the night! So when you two already were getting ready to sleep she walked into her bathroom that you where just in (don’t worry u wasn’t nakey nakey) with roses in her hand, she got really close to you and said “[name] will you be my girlfriend?” she for sure had whole monologue prepared, but after just those 6 words you kissed her, the kiss wasn’t very long but it for sure had a lot of words you two wanted to say.

Tags: @isaisliterallyhim @laiko2real :3

[illuminiscentboba]

studying with a sleepy akaashi and him pulling moves on you (they're working)

it was another simple cold day, november settling in and bringing with it a chill that was quick to freeze your fingertips and tickle your nostrils. deadlines never seemed to stop piling but at least you had someone to motivate you, also a victim of the same craft.

there he was already settled into the booth, his muscular arms folded, his shoulder sagging as his head bobbed, his glasses settled low on his nose.

you were a little too quick to snap a photo, hurrying in to surprise him.

"keiji? hey wake up." you lightly shook his shoulders. he squinted at you, quick to shift upright and readjust himself, a long yawn erupting his mouth, his stretching flexing the shirt around his chest.

"did you get any sleep last night?" he paused, another yawn escaping before he could get out a word. "No, my roomates were up late playing this new game that came out. I couldn't sleep with all the yelling."

You hovered around in concern. "Should we study later so you can take a nap or next time?"

"Nono, this is the best time for us because we're both free today. We should try to power through" he mustered a sleepy smile and you settled in across from him. It was true, with how much classes, random labs and tutorials this was unfortunately the best day for you guys to coordinate.

Sleepy akaashi was charming to say the least. The errors he made where he normally would be perfect followed by a perplexed "hmm...that isn't quite right?" or disappointed, "hm? this one is wrong too? i'm sorry (name)."

seeing him fight the fatigue, taking small sips of his coffee, a distressed palm raking through his hair. "Let me sit beside you so I can show you the right way." "would you please?" the apologetic pull of his lips downward. what a cutie.

and so you worked through the problems, filling in each others blanks, hearing your voice beside him helped him reorient himself.

with his chin settled into his palm he watched as you explained the concept, gaining more confidence in how much you thought you knew about it. before he knew it he was reachign out, catching wisps that were going to get into your eye behind your ear. you pause, staring incredulously. "you were saying?" his tone, a little too smug for your liking.

"nothing." you say indignantly, your eyes following the hands still perched around the area of your face, leafing through the hair by your ears. "what are you doing."

he brings his face closer, pretending to inspect the side of your face, his face dangerously your own. "making sure I do a good job." he whispers into your ear.

something isn't right about him. the huskiness of his voice. the teasing grin, how'd he go from adorable to something that would eat you up. was it because he was tired that he was less careful and nervous than usual?

in fact... something hasn't been quite right for a while now. the prolonged staring he'd do when you guys were studying, the reaching across from you, and sitting very close to you. all the details he remembered. he always responds why wouldn't he but never brings up that he does it to anyone else. you thought back to the previous conversations and how akaashi tried to seem not as interested as he actually was when you guys would have group discussions about love.

your more than familiar now with his shy smile, the fidgeting with his fingers, and unyielding stare whenever he wanted to know or talk about something dear to his heart in a way everyone would not misunderstand.

maybe the teasing from your friends weren't for nothing. maybe he was trying to tell you this whole time.

"oh right, I have something to show you." he turns away, reaching into his bag and your filled with anticipation he slips something into his hands.

"your hand please." he extends his palm to which you nervously press against his. he intertines his fingers through yours, the glow of his smile and face radiating warmth as he pulls something from his wrist onto yours.

you gasp. you had lost your staple bracelet that matched your rings and earrings a week ago and you didn't realize how atattched you were to it until you trashed your room searching for it.

"oh my god, keiji!!! you remembered!! oh my god stop, this is so sweet thank you!" he seems quite proud of himself as you continued to pour with thank yous, and your the best. he assures you as always that he'll always remember the words of those dear to him.

he squeezes your hand in his and you squeeze back so excited to have it back in your collection. "that was super neat, the way you got it from your wrist to mine. that was a little too smooth to not be practiced." did he have another girl or guy you didn't know about?

"you think so?" he raises a brow. "my roomate was bragging about it the other day so i thought I'd give it a go?" the confidence and teasing tone to his voice was so attractive.

"and you thought of me?" "I don't know anyone better." his other hand grazes your face again, sweeping away what you know is no more than a singular strand of hair. "you couldv'e just handed me it."

"well if I'm being fully honest..." he tilts his head, in the silly way he's seen his teamates do when begging him to do something for them. "I also really wanted to hold your hand." he smiled shyly and then he did that thing he always did, where he stared at you really hard and it finally clicked in your mind. he was checking your reaction to see if you were okay with the touch.

for permission.

oh my god, he was enforcing the boundaries you didn't set because he wanted to make sure you were okay with his approaches. all the moments between you guys that made your heart race were intentional.

you place the hand lingering by your face to cup your cheek as you lean in. theres no faster way for you to get out all of your emotions and thoughts then a kiss. his chair tilts back and his hands wrap around your waist to steady you guys. its a quick smooch, given you guys are in a public setting but more than enough.

"I think we're due another discussion about our feelings...somewhere quiet?" "yeah." you mumble, twin grins on your faces as you pack up your stuff, almost rushing out of the cafe having paid your bill earlier.

if there was anyone safe enough for you to entrust your heart to it would always be him.

(this is part of a longer fic, also posted today)

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

Weird SGA pictures I’ve found in my travels today

And what I think of them

This looks like a dad who has woken up on a Saturday morning and is now sitting across from a very hungover teenager who was out last night ‘playing video games’ at a friend’s house and now dad’s not sure how to approach the topic (he’s considering calling mom in for this one) 8/10

These are brothers who got gifted matching outfits by grandma and a PlayStation 3 for Christmas and mum just made them pose for a picture after they were just in the rec room hearing slurs they never knew existed in the COD lobby. They are shaken however will not elaborate on why for fear of losing the PlayStation hours after receiving it. 9/10

Sheppard gets Weekend At Bernie’s’d following the success of the Groundhog Day episode of SG-1. The writers are nothing if not original. 11/10

The LinkedIn picture for the Old Money guy you met in your first year economics class whose dad bribed admissions to get his son into Yale who took 7 years to get a bachelor’s degree in finance. He has a high up position in his dad’s oil company that’s been in the family for generations. Deeply invested in crypto, says he knows how to invest but actually has his money controlled by his dad’s accountants. Thinks milk costs like 2 dollars or something. Thinks poor people should just get jobs because “he didn’t have it easy either”. 2/10 this picture gives my psychic damage.

John Sheppard, pictured here posing for a glamour shot for his bisexual barista she/they partner who is trying to improve her portfolio now that she’s feeling like she wants to get back into photography. John is very supportive and loves them very much. 11/10

This weirdly airbrushed promo for what I can only imagine is a bizarre early 2000s reality show that only got one season in which one ruggedly handsome bisexual man goes on an expedition to the middle of nowhere and gets 50,000$ for every person he doesn’t fuck. He goes home with 0$ in prize money. 10/10

A person who got randomly inspired to clean their room at 1am on the floor at 4am surrounded by clean clothes trying to comprehend a YouTube tutorial for the optimal way to fold shirts so they can all fit in the dresser. 6/10

Dad whose son mentioned having an interest in learning how to golf excited to explain the practical use of a 9 iron in the middle of finding out that his son meant he had an interest in Mario Golf of the Nintendo Switch. 10/10

[fibernati]

The crochet hook case is finally here!!!

This is my very first crochet project. I made it using two different yarns: Barroco nº 4 (the grey one) and Duna (the green one), both by a Brazilian brand called Círculo. Using the 3.0mm hook. And, it took me about 3~4 days to finish. [you can find the project diary here and here]

At the end of the project, I gave up on making two more pockets and made just one. The one without a closure. The fourth one was supposed to go above the bigger pocket, but I thought it wasn't necessary because I don't have that many things to store.

I sewed the hook holder based on the size of my hooks, but they hadn't arrived yet when I crocheted this part, so I ended up following the original measurement and then I regretted it, because as you can see below, there's a piece left over that's no use, it's simply a raised flap. Besides, if you look at the photo above, you'll see that I sewed it on crooked. Everything here is crooked, that okay.

I also gave up on making a pendant for the drawstring because I wanted a flower and I couldn't make one. I asked my mom, and she couldn't make the flower either, so in the end I said let it go, let's keep it simple and it's useful, it achieves the purpose to close the case so I'm fine with that.

Here you can see the things I wish I had done differently. The leftover tab, and the buttons.

These buttons were made from improvisation, because I still don't understand the concept of the magic circle, and they turned out okay, but I sewed them on in a way that, after a few days of closing and opening, made me realize that at some point they will fall off.

So, I'm going to need new bottons and honestly, I can just buy them?? I wish I had thought about it before.

Basically, this is my first project and I hope to use this case for a long time. Now, let's talk about the feelings about make it, the expectations, the frustations and also the tips and cumpliments!!!

Just showing you what I'm storing in each pocket. That one without closure it's empty for now.

As I said before, I started out thinking I was going to follow a tutorial, but I let the project take me and did what I thought would be best for my personal use and to match my personality.

It was a fun project to do, but I'm also very aware of what I would have liked to have done and what I actually did. Not that they are VERY far apart, but learning to crochet for just one week (two now!), I did the best I could with what I had and it's better than not having made anything at all.

During the whole process, the thing that bothered me most was that it turned out crooked. Everything was simply crooked and I didn't know how to fix it, I redid it and it was still crooked, so I gave up and left it crooked.

One tip I was given was to use stitch markers at the beginning and/or end of each row, because that would help me get everything straight. And I'm definitely going to use that for my next project. They also gave me color suggestions and a tutorial on how to make an easy flower. I'm going to try again, but I need to buy the suggested colors before I do that!!!

My friends encouraged me a lot while I was doing it, and every time I said it was crooked, they lied to me. Which was really nice of them, because I have ADHD and I don't know how to deal with frustration, so there were times when I wanted to give up because it didn't look the way it should be in my head.

The people who know how to crochet and have seen this case, both here on Tumblr or in real life, have been lovely to me. They know it has flaws and I know they know it has flaws, but the messages were all saying that yes, it's a bit wonky, but that with practice, I'll be able to make better things and even if it's not perfect now, I've done a good job and shouldn't be hard on myself!

It's cute, it's useful, it's my favorite colors and they match with me, so, yes I'm very proud of my crooked hook case. 10/10 🎉✨

[notfreetoday]

WOWOW on Demand Sign Up Tutorial

Hello, I am back (?)

Quick tutorial in case anyone wants to sign up (and later cancel) for a WOWOW on Demand account in order to watch Justice in the Dark when it airs at midnight JST on the 7th of March (aka Thursday night going into Friday morning).

Under the cut to reduce spam!

Before you start, please know that whilst you will sign up on the website, you will only be able to watch the shows using the phone app itself, because the website blocks VPNs.

You will need:

The ability to install the WOWOW on demand apk on your android phone (for iPhone users, it's available on the Jp app store, but I can't help beyond that)

A VPN (I used surfshark)

Access to a JP phone number (I used the number given on my forwarding service)

A credit card

2530 JPY per month (JITD is expected to end sometime in June 2025)

STEP 1: Set your VPN to Japan, go to the WOWOW website as shown, and click on the blue tab circled in orange

STEP 2: This just informs you that the service costs 2530 JPY/mth. Click the blue tab again.

STEP 3: Key in your email and click the button to receive a 4-digit OTP (it will be the first and only string of 4 digits you see in the mail). Major email domains should work.

STEP 4: You should receive the OTP within 3-5mins. If you don't receive the email, check your junk folder etc I lost patience after 2 mins and clicked the button 😅

STEP 5: This is all pretty self-explanatory. Don't ask me to translate the T&C/privacy agreement because I didn't read it either 😬

Congratulations! You have successfully created a WOWOW Online account (this is the normal account which lets you watch free videos/livestreams for eg, Spirealm Ep 1 is free to watch for now).

Next, you want to create a WOWOW on Demand account, which is the service that will give you access to JITD, the rest of Spirealm episodes, and if you are in Japan with a BS Cable subscription, the ability to watch and record WOWOW shows on your TV.

STEP 6: FINALLY we get to the most important bit, so of course I forgot to screencap it. For your Surname and First name, you will need to type it in Japanese text, so go ahead and google translate your name. For the phone number, I used the number from my Jp forwarding service (tenso), but I did try again by changing a few numbers, and it actually went through to step 4 so... if you don't have a forwarding service, you could try random numbers following the 03-1234-5678 format? Don't quote me on that.

Click the blue button at the bottom (which I accidentally cropped out) to move on.

STEP 7: A confirmation window will pop up, keep clicking the blue button...

STEP 8: Almost there. Ignore all the blue buttons and choose the credit card payment option.

STEP 9: Scroll down and key in your credit card details (doesn't have to be Japanese), agree to the service agreement and then hit the blue button again. You will not be charged yet.

STEP 10: Confirm you really do want to spend 2530 JPY x per mth (which for JITD would be 3 months = 7590 JPY = USD$50) and click the blue button again. Your CC will be charged here.

Congrats! You're done (and broke)! Now, using your log in details, log on to the app and search 光淵 or こうえん (you will need to use your VPN on your phone too)

HOW TO CANCEL WOWOW

You will be able to watch shows for one month from that date your subscription was charged. Ie, if charged on the 3rd of July, and you cancelled on the 31st of July, you would be able to access WOWOW on demand till the 2nd of August (1 month from the 3rd of July). Hence, please remember to cancel a few days before your subscription is charged, just in case the application takes a few days to be processed.

STEP 1: Log in and go to My WOWOW

STEP 2: You'll be brought to your profile page, choose the 2nd option from the left (right next to the word TOP)

STEP 3: Look for the 解約 button

STEP 4: Look for the same word, and confirm cancellation

That's it! (When july comes, if there are extra steps required, I'll post a follow up 😅

Happy watching everyone!

[selfloverrrrrr]

Can I request Geto x reader. Reader has a crush on Gojo, but Geto is jealous because he really likes her. He has pictures of her in his room and has even stolen some of her personal belongings such as used toothbrushes and even panties. So one day while reader is leaving Gojo's house, she gets kidnapped by Geto and he drags her to his house to have some fun.

With Him?!

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, jealous Geto....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Masterlist

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

In college I have two female friends. Shoko and Mei Mei. They were like my bestfriends. I shared everything with them and they shared everything with me. I loved them so much. We were BFF. But they weren't my only friends. Gojo and Geto was also my friends. They were also my close friends.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were the most famous boys in our college. They were very well-known in our college for their charms. All girls were ready to throw their body to them. But they didn't give a fuck. Those girls were jealous of us three girls because Gojo and Geto were close friends of us.

But the thing noone knew was Geto Suguru has a crush on me. Oh no... that's not a crush that's obsession. He was obsessed with me. Always stalking me, following me everywhere, staring at me at college. But he never let anyone notice that. And one thing Geto didn't know is.... I've a crush on Gojo. That's bad...if he get to know...that will be soooooo bad... right?

We all lived in the college hostel. The hostel was huge. That has five floors. Geto and Gojo's room were in the first floor. Mine and Mei' Mei's one was on the third floor and Shoko's one was on the fourth floor.

It was a normal day. I was walking outside of our hostel. I saw Gojo's kitchen window was open and Gojo was doing something there. "Hey.... what you doing?" I asked him. He looked at me. "Oh y/n.... Uh nothing much.... actually saw a tutorial of making cake... but I think I did something wrong and can't even find out what I did wrong" he replied with a embarassed smile. "Ohh... can I help you?" I asked. "You will? I mean that will be great" he replied with a blush.

Time passed. We did fixed his cake and was happy with it. "Thanks for helping me" he said. "Your welcome sirrrrr" I replied. "Y/n....are you like.... looking for someone?...any relationship?" He asked slightly blush on his cheek. "Don't know if I'm looking for someone....but I definitely have eyes on someone" I replied with a smile. Suddenly I felt his lips on mine. My eyes widened. He pulled away from the kiss. "Shoko told me " he said. I blushed. "I never thought you like me too" he said. "Should have asked me... idiot!"I said and we both laughed.

Geto's POV

I was passing by Satoru's room. When I looked at his window my heart skipped a beat. I saw Satoru and y/n kissing. I felt my blood started boiling. Satoru told me today morning that Shoko told him y/n likes him. And now they are kissing???!!!! That's can't be! Y/n can't be his!!! She is mine...all mine!!!

Y/n's POV

I just came out from Gojo's room after saying goodbye. When I turned around I saw Geto standing there. "Oh hey Geto... what's up?" I said. "Nothing just hanging around... wanna come in my place.... I'm soooooooo bored right now!" He said funnyly. "Yeah sure" I said and laughed.

We entered his room. He told me that he's coming back and going to change. While he went to change I was walking on the couch. Then I saw a room. It was maybe his study room I guess.

I went to the room. I thought that the room is locked but when I grabbed the door knob it was open. I opened the door and went inside. My eyes were wide open from the view infront of me. I was froze in my place. That room's wall was full with my pictures. My pictures that I didn't even know someone took. And there was a big table in that room. On that table on one side there were some panties. When I went closser I realised those were my panties which were suddenly missing from my closet. Then on the other side of the table there were a laptop. That laptop was open. And what I saw on the laptop screen gave me Shiver down to my spine. On the laptop live camera footage were going on. And it was my room's footage!

All I can feel was fear. I started stepping back and decided to run from the house. I turned around and was about to run when I bumped into someone. And that was none other than Geto Suguru. I looked up at him with fear in my eyes. His face was expressionless. The way he was staring at me it digging into my soul. He started walking towards me and I started walking backwards."you shouldn't have seen these." He said in a low voice still walking towards me. " W-wait-" I tried to speak. " Now you have to face the consequences" he said. A smirk appeared on his lips.

My back touched the table. Geto was so close to me. He leaned towards me. and then he spoke. " You shouldn't have kissed Gojo. He doesn't deserve you. I do." He was staring deep into my eyes. More sceary thing was that smirk on his face. His face was too close to mine. I was breathing heavily. Then he leaned towards my ear and whispered in a low voice. "Now now... let's give you your punishment for that...huh?" His smirk became more hard.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me towards his bedroom. I groaned in pain. He threw me on his bed and locked the door. Took off his shirt and threw it on the floor then started crawling towards me on the bed."please stop" I said and tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I gasped. He was still smirking."stop?... Where's the fun then? The fun part is about to began ~" he whispered and crashed his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes and didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "G-geto stopppp" I scremed but he didn't stop.

Then he took off my skirt and then took off my pantie."I'm gonna took it too" he whispered and then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " so wet. You naughty little slut, what were you thinking...huh?". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pant.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " G-geto no no no... P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I scremed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... shut up and just fucking take what I'm giving you." He screamed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me.

" You are mine and just fucking mine. Don't ever dare to think of Gojo again...." He whispered in my ear. He was still inside me. I was sobbing and trying to push him away but he was hugging me tightly. Suddenly we heard the sound of door open. "Yo Suguru can I use your..." The voice said a incomplete sentence. We looked at the door. It was Gojo. No no no... it's bad... it's too bad! He started at us with wide eyes. His expression was as if he felt betrayed. We can see the pain in his eyes. He took a deep breath and nodded. I couldn't even say anything. Cause I know I can't make him believe me right now. "I'll come later...nvm" he said and leave the room. Geto smirked at me. "Looks like you lost him, darling" Geto whispered.

Give me your requests guys....

I love when you give me your requests 💕

[starlightkwan]

falling for you- zayne li

for the vibes: doremi- seventeen, seranade- doyoung, illumination- &team

where an overconfident hunter believes she can snowboard by only watching online tutorials and an overworked doctor offers to teach her for the sake of his high stress levels.

fluff (acquaintances to lovers) word count: 5.2k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, pls lmk if i'm missing anything!

info: afab reader, snowboard instructor! zayne x pupil! reader, simone and tara mentioned, reader is impulsive (books a holiday w/ no plan) and has a concerning amount of confidence, pie mentioned (i love pie sm my cutie), evol use, mentions of God and death as reader snowboards out of control

notes: first time posting pls be nice >.<, snowboard terminology waffle (i know nothing) inspired by zayne's everlasting snowdrop card, zayne and animals are my weak spot, closing your eyes as you snowboard is a recipe for disaster

Staring at the window, you notice the snowflakes gently dancing in the breeze. They descent from the sky alone and the wind comes along. Some entangle themselves in each other, quietly moving to a new direction as one.

Mindlessly twiddling with your phone charm in your hands, you feel a soft vibration from your phone. It's Tara and Simone.

08:32 | Simone: don't forget to send us lots of pictures and videos!

08:32 | Tara: we can imagine the delicious food and the pretty places you're going to show but we would like to see your cute face pls :)

08:33 | You: i wouldn't have to send pictures and videos if you guys just came with me :(((

08:33 | Simone: sorry babe, you should have thought about that before booking a 2 week holiday 2 days in advance </3

The sound of people unbuckling their seatbelts snaps you out of your trance from your phone and you notice people carrying their belongings with them off the coach.

08:34 | You: fair enough, i'll make sure to get you guess the cutest souvenirs from the gift shop!! have to go now, just arrived at the ski resort

You get out of your seat, collecting your belongings before following the crowd towards the resort reception.

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Is that everything I brought with me? Definitely not enough for a two week trip. You stare at your clothes, barely making a dent in the large closet.

Where do you rent out equipment from? Where do you book an instructor from? How do you decide which instructor is the best for you? The green brochure provides absolutely no help to your questions, only informing you of the best restaurants and cringeworthy picture poses that will make your future children slam the photobook shut in disgust.

It's still early and things are unpacked. This calls for a celebratory nap.

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What time is it? You blearily reach for your phone, trying to read the bright screen through squinted vision. 1:18pm. I guess it's time for lunch.

At the dining hall with your full plate of food in hand, you scan the area for free tables to sit at. That person over there with the super straight posture and dark black hair seems so familiar. Is it someone from high school? College, maybe?

Oh. It's Zayne Li from maths class in high school.

To or to not approach him? It looks like he came here alone, it wouldn't be nice to ruin his alone time. If he did come here alone, at least there would be one familiar face in this massive resort. Fuck it. I have nothing to lose.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here, Zayne?” You cautiously approach his table, hoping mentioning his name would get his attention.

“i'm sorry, how do you know who I am? Have we met before?” He looks up from his plate and tilts his head to the side, patiently waiting for an answer.

“We have actually! Sorry, I should have introduced myself earlier. I'm ___. We were maths partners in the last year of high school. Is this a bad time?” You explain; hoping that he will let you sit with him as you feel the weight of the tray slowly becoming more heavier in your hands.

Zayne stares you you for a few seconds on silence. “No, it's not. Please, sit down.” He gestures at the seat directly opposite him and you smile at him before placing your tray down on the table.

You pick up a piece of meat and place it on top of your spoon before placing it in your mouth. Zayne hasn't changed much. He's still the quiet and observant guy from all those years ago.

“How are you, Zayne? What have you been up to all these years?”

“I have been quite busy up until recently. The hospital director has forced me to go on an all inclusive holiday.” The dark haired man replies before picking up a spoonful of rice.

“Hospital?” You repeat in surprise. “Did you actually become a doctor?”

The man in question nods his head. “I have been for a few years now. I would have preferred to stay at the hospital especially during the winter holidays as it becomes very busy. However, the higher ups at the hospital say they see me too often to be considered normal so they paid me to have a break for a while.”

“That’s great! I can tell you're extremely passionate about your work but hopefully this break will give you the rest your body needs.”

Silence. 13 seconds of silence. Well this is awkward.

You drink your fizzy lemonade as a way to think of more things to talk to the man about, before he runs off and you lose the only familiar face here. “I actually came here alone. This was actually kind of a last minute decision and I have no plan of what to do. Do you know where you can rent out equipment and book an instructor?”

“You can go to the building next door for the equipment.” He paused. “For the instructor, I’m not quite so sure. I would assume you would be able to ask the people in the same building where you rent out your equipment. I don't think many instructors would have much availability though, since you mentioned this was a last minute decision.”

“Thank you Zayne! If I’m unable to get an instructor I’ll just go through some tutorial videos tonight and start from there.” You reply, drinking in more of the fizzy lemonade.

Zayne’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’re just going to watch some tutorial videos and hope that everything will be fine in the morning?”

“I know it doesn’t sound ideal, but I am a hunter.” You shrug your shoulders with pride. “If I can get through the association’s hunter training, I think I can get through some snowboarding.”

“Really?” He asks and you nod. “Then you shouldn't call for me when you manage to injure yourself. After all, your amazing self- help videos should tell you what to do.”

“No problem! I’m sure that other people passing by would help me if they see someone in trouble.” Zayne’s mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. “Let me help you, ___. I can snowboard quite well, if I do say so myself. Besides, the people who come to help you whilst you are injured may not be healthcare professionals, let alone doctors.”

You frown. “I couldn't ask you to do that, Zayne. I have already ruined your meal by barging in here. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“I insist. It would make me more stressed to know that the only person I know around here could be a threat to herself and it would take me longer to get to you.” I can’t go out and stress this doctor anymore, can I?

“Fine.” You give in. “But only if I get to buy you desserts in return. If you still like them, of course.”

“It’s a deal then. I need to go get my coat first. Meet you at the reception of the building next door for the equipment?” He asks and you nod, watching him leave the dining hall.

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With equipment sorted out, you and Zayne make your way to the ski lift. You watch as other people get on the lift and do the same when the next one approaches you. “How long have you been snowboarding for?”

“About ten years. My parents would often take me to places like these when they weren't working.” Zayne replies, staring at the trees in the distance. “It’s almost time for us to get off. Be careful.”

He gets off easliy and you get off too, almost tripping over your feet in the process. Unsure of where to go, you follow Zayne like a lost puppy. Children’s zone. You read the massive arched sign in front of you.

“Zayne, I’m going to learn how to snowboard in the children’s zone?” You ask the man, looking up at him through your goggles.

“Yes. I know it might be a bit embarrassing, but I can assure you it’s a lot more safer to learn here instead of being with more advanced people who could potentially barge into you.” He says calmly as you walk together towards a calmer and quieter area. “First thing to learn is your stance.” Zayne demonstrates the proper stance and silently gestures at you to copy him.

“Like this?” You ask as you look back at him, trying to match your stance with his.

He tilts his head to the side and slowly moves in front of you. “Not quite. Bend your knees a bit more and keep your back straight.” You do as he says but his brows still stay furrowed. “Do you mind?” You shake your head no and he moves towards you. His hands gently fix your posture as you look to the side. “Your head has to be facing forward.”

You face forward and make eye contact with him. Wow, he’s really close. I never realised he had such pretty eyes. His lips are so pink, one wrong move and my lips would be on his.

“Much better.” You hear, and your eyes are back on him again. Zayne doesn’t step back. You notice the tips of his ears turning bright red. Why has it suddenly gotten so loud? There’s barely anyone here apart from me and Zayne. The Zayne whose face is super close to mine. Seriously, what is that loud sound?

Why does it feel like I’ve ran a whole marathon? I’ve barely done anything. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. My heart- OH. Zayne is the one making my heart beat like crazy.

“Sorry.” Zayne coughs and steps back. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“Next thing we need to learn is how to fall safely. Before you say anything, I'm sure you already know how to fall safely from a height but this is different. This is on snow, ___. Please don't let your confidence get the best of you.” I see Zayne has already noticed my concerning confidence.

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“Well done. Should we end the session here?” Zayne reaches out his hand for you to pull yourself up from the snow.

“Yes please, I feel like you have made me fall safely on my snowboard enough to do it perfectly in my sleep!” You say, grabbing his hand and brushing off the remaining snow on your gloves.

You both make your way to the ski lift and make your way down, saying nothing to each other.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow? Does 10am work for you?” Zayne asks as you get off the ski lift.

“Thanks again for agreeing to help me, Zayne! Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You reply, waving at Zayne before walking off in different directions.

Walking to the bakery, your nose gets filled with the wonderful scent of freshly baked pastries. What would Zayne like? He mentioned he still likes desserts so... something super sweet.

You walk up to the counter and smile at the worker in front of you. “Can I get a box of macarons please? Could I also get two slices of the strawberry cake as well please?”

“That will be 8.50 please.” The worker says and you scan your card on the machine. The worker quickly boxes up your desserts and you thank her before walking back to your room.

As you walk through the hallway, you see a very familiar face walking into the hallway. One that has helped you with your snowboarding skills over the past three hours.

“Zayne?” You call out to him, and he turns his head. “I was expecting to see you tomorrow but I guess I can give them to you now.” You hand him the box of macarons.

“Oh, thank you ___. I was just going out for dinner. Thanks to you, I don’t need to go to the bakery to pick these up.” He smiles widely, taking the box of macarons from your hands.

“Enjoy your dinner! See you tomorrow!” You say, your hand ready to put in the code to your room.

“Are you not going to eat dinner?” Zayne asks and you hear a small hint of sadness in his voice. Is this sadness of his from me not eating dinner? Or is it because he’s eating dinner alone?

“I’ll eat later, Zayne. I’ll let you have dinner on your own after I stormed in on your lunch.” You respond.

“I wouldn’t have mentioned dinner if I wasn't interested in eating alone. You can have dinner with me. Only if you’re comfortable with it.” Zayne replies and you smile at him again.

“In that case, I’ll have dinner with you then Zayne! I’ll just put this in my room and I’ll be right out.” You point to the box filled with your cake slices and quickly open the door and place them on the table.

“Let’s go?” You ask as you close the door behind you and Zayne leads the way.

You and Zayne are neighbours now.

I slept so well last night, but why do all of my muscles suddenly get so weak in front of Zayne?

“Last thing I’m going to show you today is an Ollie. First, scoot the board and flex your back leg. Next, pull your front leg up whilst you spring off your back foot, then flex both your legs and land with your feet.” Zayne explains and demonstrates.

“Got it.” You say, mentally going over the steps.

Scoot the board and flex. Easy enough. Pull the front leg up and spring off the back foot and flex both legs. Land with your feet. Success! “Zayne!” You shout. “I did it!”

You make your way to Zayne, with a proud smile on your face. “Are you proud? How did I do? Did I look cool?” You bombard him with questions, feeling the joy flow through your body.

“Very proud. You did great, your form is extremely impressive for a beginner and you looked very cool.” He says, removing your goggles for you.

“Wait, why are you removing my goggles? I need to practice more!” You ask in confusion, looking up at the dark haired man.

“You did so well, I think I’m going to have to take you out of the children's zone and into the beginner zone now.” You gasp.

“This calls for a celebration! Let’s go!” You lead the way, not looking back to see if Zayne is following you.

“I seemed to have missed something. I understand we are celebrating, but the beginner zone is in the other direction.” He points to the large sign.

“My amazing achievement calls for a break. In fact, the whole day off kinda break!” You turn back and grab Zayne’s wrist.

“Where are you going to take me?” Zayne chuckles at your antics.

“We’re going to go dog sledding of course!” You say and you continue stringing him along.

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You find yourself sitting in the reception of the activities centre, impatiently waiting for the musher to call out your names. “Aren’t you excited?” Zayne teases, taking notice of your restless hands.

“I’m so excited! I literally sit, do nothing and there are a bunch of huskies within arms reach. What else could a girl want?” You chirp. “What about you, Zayne? Are you excited?”

“Very excited, even though it doesn't quite look like it. Animals aren't very fond of me but hopefully today will be different. I’m also quite looking forward to the scenery, although I’m not sure we will be able to see it very clearly since the dogs run extremely fast.”

New mission acquired: get the huskies to love Zayne.

“Zayne and ___?” An unfamiliar voice calls out and you jump out of your seat, quickly making your way to the musher. “Nice to meet you guys, I’m Jeffrey, your musher. The dogs are right outside and are very eager to meet you.”

The musher leads the way and you soon find yourself standing in front of ten enthusiastic, loving huskies.

“They’re extremely sociable and love getting pets. They also love treats too.” The musher holds out a bag of treats and shakes it, causing all the huskies to snap their heads towards Simon. “Here are some treats, they love food.” Simon gives you a handful and you pass some onto Zayne.

A husky quickly makes their way over to you, trying to press its nose between the gaps of your fingers. “They’re so adorable!” You exclaim, giving the husky a treat.

“This one over here is Cinnamon.” Jeffrey says, pointing to the husky in front of you.

“Hi Cinnamon!” You call out in a high pitched tone. “Your name is almost as cute as you!” You still have a mission, ___. Get the huskies to love Zayne.

You scour the area to look for Zayne, realising it's way too quiet. Huskies are crowded in a circle, patiently waiting for pets but you are still unable to find Zayne. It's only after one of the huskies makes their way over to you is when you realise that Zayne has been the centre of attention this whole time.

Mission complete!

Zayne sits on the floor, quietly petting each husky in turn and giving each husky an equal number of treats. You quickly grab your phone and take a quick picture. One husky cuts through the petting train and fully launches itself onto Zayne, licking his chin.

Jeffrey laughs. “And that one over there is Marshmallow.”

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Zayne sits down first in the sleigh and you sit next to him, feeling his body warmth in this cold weather. You look to the front and see the leading dogs jumping up and down, clearly more excited to start moving than you are.

“Zayne look at the cute doggie in the front! Its tail is moving like a metronome! It’s so cute!” You squeal, pointing at the dog with the fluffy excited tail.

“That’s Mochi, he has so much energy he ran into me and almost knocked me over.” Zayne smiles. “He reminds me of Pie.”

“Pie? I remember you mentioned Pie quite a bit when we were in high school. He’s an arctic fox that lives with your grandparents right?” You try to recall those memories from the back of your mind.

“I’m surprised you remembered.“He paused. “These huskies have so much energy and are so happy go lucky, they just want to be constantly looked after. It's adorable, really.”

“Hold on, you never showed me a picture of Pie!” You exclaim.

“You never asked for a picture.” Zayne answers coolly. “I can show you once we finish this tour. If that still doesn’t satisfy your overwhelming desire to see Pie, you can meet him in person.”

Meet Pie in person? Is this Zayne’s way of suggesting that we go on future trips together? Including ones that have me meeting his family? Calm down, ___. You’re just overthinking things now.

“Let’s go doggies!” Jeffrey shouts, and the dogs bark loudly before they start running.

The sleigh starts moving and you feel the wind flow through your hair. Zayne taps your shoulder and smiles. You smile back.

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You thank Jeffrey for a safe ride and wave goodbye to the huskies, hearing them whine loudly in response.

“I think I’m going to book a session with them every single day until I leave the resort.” You say, and Zayne nods, practically dragging his legs on the ground, clearly sad that he had to leave the dogs.

“It’s okay Zayne, I heard there’s a cat called Toast that hangs out in the reception that absolutely loves getting attention. Hopefully she’ll be there to say hi to us.” You really hope she is.

To your relief, Toast was lounging around on one of the tables in the reception. Zayne’s expression instantly softens and the sad Zayne disappears. He puts his hand out for Toast to sniff and she happily presses her nose against his hand. Zayne doesn’t move even an inch, afraid that Toast would suddenly want alone time.

Toast was the one that broke off the relationship, jumping off the table and aimlessly walking around the reception. “Let’s go?” You cautiously suggest and Zayne doesn't look upset, happily smiling to himself as you make your way to your rooms.

“I’ll see you at the same time tomorrow?” You ask and Zayne nods.

You wave him goodbye, opening the door and you plop onto the bed, letting out a short squeal as your legs kick the air.

He can’t keep doing this to me, first he makes me think that he wants to go on trips together and now he is an animal lover? My poor heart won't be able to take this much cuteness. How on earth am I going to sleep peacefully tonight?

“Since we had the most adorable break yesterday and you have proved your capabilities,” Zayne says, moving backwards so he can face you directly and points to the large sign in front of him. “Welcome to the beginner zone.”

“It’s so much more crowded here, and the terrain looks a little more difficult too.” You look around, noticing the increase in instructors helping their students.

“It is, but you have done extremely well so you don't have much to worry about.” Zayne says reassuringly.

“Ready to get started?” You nod in agreement. “How about you show me an Ollie?” Zayne eagerly ready to watch.

You perform all the steps correctly, but you notice how it has become a little more difficult due to the different terrain. Nothing much to worry about.

“Perfect. Are you ready to learn something new today?” Zayne asks as you move towards him and you immediately agree, ready to feel the joy flowing through your veins after nailing a move for the first time.

“I’m going to show you how to do a J- turn today. First, glide forward and the weight on your front foot needs to be shifted to your toes. If you do it correctly, the weight shift should turn your board and you will be moving in a J- like shape, hence the name J- turn.” Zayne explains and demonstrates, silently waiting for you to do the same.

Glide forward. Shift the weight from the toes to your front feet. Wait, that’s not right! You suddenly feel a wave of panic wash over you. You’re not in the easy children zone anymore either. I’m going to fall. I’m going to fall in front of Zayne and look like an absolute idiot. Shit, this is not going to look pretty.

You see Zayne’s blurry figure in the distance quickly becoming more clearer as you snowboard your way to the death of your well curated image in front of Zayne. What a pretty face. Never going to be able to look at his face without feeling embarrassed ever again.

No, you still have a chance to save yourself, ___! Fall safely. How the fuck do you fall safely?

Whilst your mind is spiraling from thoughts of falling and looking like an absolute idiot in front of Zayne, you suddenly stop moving and crash into a soft pile of fresh snow.

How did that happen? Has all of the snow on earth collected itself in order to protect me?

“Are you okay? ___!” You hear a familiar voice call your name from afar.

God? Is that you? I have seemed to have died in front of Zayne and he’s never going to emotionally recover from this. Zayne, I’m so sorry.

“Are you okay? ___?” You hear Zayne’s voice, clearly sounding very frantic.

I’m alive but I have still managed to emotionally scar him.

“I’m alive.” You open your eyes to see a very distressed Zayne, his goggles removed and his hair swept to the side.

“Do you feel any pain?” Zayne asks, afraid to touch you in case of injury.

“Physically, no but my pride is.” You reply and hear him sigh a breath of relief.

“I’m glad to know that your humour still remains intact. Come on, let’s get you up.” Zayne outstretches his hand.

You prop one hand on the floor and the other grabs his hand. “Ow!” You exclaim, feeling a minor pain from your wrist.

“Sit back down for me, ___. Is it your wrist? Your ankle?” Zayne’s commands gently and you oblige.

“My wrist. The rest of my body is fine though.” You say and Zayne suddenly moves in front of you and sits down.

What is he doing? Is he mad that I hurt my wrist and is throwing a silent tantrum like a toddler?

“What are you waiting for, ___? Get on.” You hear, Zayne's voice slightly muffled. A piggyback ride?

“Zayne, I’ve only hurt my wrist! Don’t you think this is a bit overkill?” You question the man in front of you.

“No. I see this as a way of preventing any future injuries.” He sounds serious. I guess he’s in doctor mode.

“Okay, I’ll get on.” You comply, holding on to him tightly. “Zayne?”

“Yes?”

“I didn’t even fall safely and I wasn’t even thinking straight. How did I just suddenly stop moving? How on earth am I still in one piece?” You ask, hoping he has the answers.

“How else do you think the pile of snow magically appeared in front of you?” He replies and suddenly, everything clicks.

He used his evol to create a snow pile so I wouldn’t badly hurt myself? You feel blood rushing to your cheeks, feeling very grateful that Zayne wouldn't be able to see your tomato red face.

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You sit in Zayne’s room, watching as he grabs his first aid kit out of his suitcase.

“Zayne,” You call out. “I’m fine, I just sprained my wrist. I just need to put on some ice and I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Miss Hunter.” Zayne says, sitting down next to you. “You sprained your wrist, which clearly means you are not fine. I'm sorry for not being more observant and just assumed that you would be able to do the moves easily. I should’ve shown you step by step and allowed you enough time to practice.” Zayne apologises, assessing the state of your sprain.

“No Zayne, you know that I am quite confident when it comes to physical things like sports, so I just assumed that everything would be okay. If anything, I should be thanking you for your quick thinking and using your evol to protect me.” You say, unable to sit still as you realise your hands are extremely close to each other.

“Please sit still, ___. The only way I can forgive myself and put my mind at ease is only if you let me take care of you.”

The sound of velcro breaks the silence in the room. You focus on Zayne, who is cautiously puting the splint on your wrist without trying to make you wince from the pain.

He looks so angelic when he’s focused.

The sound of velcro being fastened suddenly stops and Zayne looks at you. “How can I look angelic to you when I have caused you pain?”

Fuck. I said that outloud? Refusing to say anything, you look to the side, trying to count the number of trees that you see in the window to get your rapidly increasing heart rate down.

“Please ___, look at me.” Zayne pleads, and you slowly turn your head, preparing yourself for a soul shattering rejection.

Zayne's smiles when you look at him and you finally make eye contact with him. “You look like a lovesick puppy, Zayne.”

“Would it be okay with you if I was your lovesick puppy?”

Your brain short circuits.

“Yes please.” Your heart starts drumming loudly in your chest as you realise that the Zayne Li has just confessed to you.

“Can I kiss you?” Zayne asks quietly and you nod.

Zayne closes the distance and you allow yourself to be absorbed in the moment. Your heart races as your heartbeat rings through your ears. Zayne's hands delicately trace your back and find their way around your waist, pulling you in closer. His touch is ever so gentle, afraid that one wrong move will cause you to shatter like glass.

You pull away from him, as the need for oxygen overwhelms your lungs. Zayne’s warm hands gently presses against your cheeks and he brings your face up to his, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“If your hand ever gets too heavy from wearing your splint, I can hold it for you.” You proceed to shove your face into his chest.

It’s been a year since you have reunited with Zayne at the Linkon ski resort. What better way to celebrate than by going back to where everything started?

You stand in the beginner zone, feeling anxiety wash over you, wondering what on earth made you think it would be a good idea to potentially give yourself a concussion.

“Zayne?” You call out to him.

“Yes?” He turns around and upon seeing your worried expression, he pouts.

“Do you think I’ll be okay? Do you think I’ll be able to get the moves right this time? If I fall and pass out, please take me to the hospital.” You ramble, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“I’ll be here.” He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Besides, the last time you fell I saved you. I can save you over and over until you get up on your feet again.” You smile at him, instantly feeling assured. “I’ll go first.” He says, smoothly making his way down the slope.

Glide forward. Shift the weight from your front feet to your toes. “Zayne! I’m doing it!” You shout cheerfully, proudly waving at him.

“Don’t focus on me, you’re losing your balance!” Zayne shouts back.

Well fuck me. I guess I’m falling for you again Zayne.

You fully accept your current situation and close your eyes, waiting for the snowboard to stop as you put your trust in Zayne. You suddenly stop moving, but you don’t feel the snow greeting you with its coldness but rather a pair of welcoming arms.

What? Has my pile of snow magically transformed into a human? A snowman with human like body temperature perhaps?

Fluttering your eyes open, you see Zayne and he relaxes his shoulders in relief. .

He actually caught me?

“Zayne!” You scramble out of his arms in anger. “I didn't think you were going to literally catch me? What you did was so dangerous! What if we both got hurt?” You exclaim, giving the doctor a lecture and childishly refuse to look at him.

“I know, I know.” He surrenders. “In the moment, it seemed like a good idea. I’m sorry darling, it won't happen again.”

“I hope you mean it Zayne. I would much rather you freeze me and carry me away to a safer place before unfreezing me.” You say and Zayne chuckles.

“If you insist.” He takes your hand and he gently rubs circles on the back of your hand. ”The one thing you should take away from this experience is that you have learnt that I am a man of my word.”

“Thank you for catching me.” You whisper.

“Of course darling. I told you that I would catch you if you stumble and fall.” Zayne delicately removes snowflakes in your hair and you rest your head on his shoulder.

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[astrobiscuits]

Astro observations part 6

🪻Individuals with Sun in Taurus degrees (2,14,26) are always thinking about money - how they can earn more money, what to spend it on. If it's in Scorpio or conjuncts Pluto, they'll often lie about how much money they actually have just to profit off of you. You'll often hear them say "I don't have any money" but secretly have stash of money hidden in their house

🪻Not only do Aquarius Suns have a lot of friends, they also befriend the shy/awkward/forgotten kid (me). I haven't noticed this with other Sun signs

🪻People with Venus in Leo/Leo degrees (5,17,29) often get complimented on their thick hair

🪻Asteroid Fraga (1105) conjuncting any of your planets/angles/nodes indicates your love for strawberries lol

🪻 Check your Moon in Webb (3041) Persona chart. It gives you more insight on the type of content you like to consume on the internet. You can also take into consideration the degree of your Moon

Aries 🌙 - *watches sports matches live*; *laughs at stupid, childish memes *

Taurus 🌙 - the one who always searches for tutorials; "how to bake lava cake", "how to remove a stripped screw"; hmm, maybe i should move *searches houses for sale*;

Gemini 🌙 - *watches memes*, doesn't care what kind of meme it is as long as it's a meme; *scrolls endlessly on r/todayilearned*

Cancer 🌙 - *watches baby videos*; the type that reads family drama posted on reddit, but also regularly checks what their own relatives post on social media

Leo 🌙 - the newest tea on their fav celebrities; they're the first to know what Zendaya ate this morning, where Tom Hanks went on vacation yesterday and if Kylie Jenner is pregnant again; awww a kitty *ends up in an endless loophole of cat videos*

Virgo 🌙 - "declutter with me" videos, "clean with me" videos; *checks their fav blog every day*; *watches workout videos while working out*; *checks e-mails 20 times a day*; ugh, i need to take a break *watches pet videos*

Libra 🌙 - "get ready with me for..." videos, "OOTD" videos, make-up tutorials; their pinterest is full of outfit inspo and aesthetic house decor; "red/green flags in a guy/girl" videos, "first date do's and don'ts" videos

Scorpio 🌙 - *watches every true crime documentary out there*; "Michael Jackson spirit box session"; time to do the deed *watches p8rn*

Sagittarius 🌙 - *saves bible verses all the time*; searches "how to manifest everything you want", obsessed with Neville Goddard content (i'm so sorry, i'm guilty of this); *decides to go on a spontaneous trip, so they end up watching travel videos*

Capricorn 🌙 - the type that doesn't use the internet for entertainment much; actually, you'd be surprised by how little they use their phone compared to the average person; probably has a daily time limit set on their phones, *reads memoirs and biographies*,

Aquarius 🌙 - twitch is their life basically; if they're not watching someone play a video game, then they're playing a video game; *follows LGBTQ+ content during pride month*

Pisces 🌙 - they're listening to music 24/7, has a playlist for every mood they're going through, *watches tangled for the 7th time in a row*; actually, they're always watching a tv series if not for a disney movie

🪻I noticed that most film directors (Hitchcock, Kubrick, Tarantino) have got Neptune in Gemini or Neptune in Gemini degrees (3,15,27). Besides Hitchcock, they also don’t have any aspect between Neptune and Mercury

[princessrella]

GET THE LOOK: 90s Fine; The Egyptian

The Egyptian; Jana El Alfy

if you are just now tuning in on the international buzz of women's college basketball, you should get to know one of the most underrated players in the nation; jana el alfy. as the 6'5 center to the reigning ncaa champions, jana is as tall as dwyane "the rock" johnson. yes, i, too, was shocked when i learned that.

anyway, you're probably wondering why im starting with jana; other than her severe condition of prettygirlism, i also really like jana's style. from visuals to her fits, it's not difficult to picture her as the 90s cool girl we save to our pinterest boards.

a. them fits!!

i. clean cut and simple

jana keeps things pretty simple when in uniform. if shes not wearing just the uniform, shes paired it with leg sleeves and lower leg supports on her left. this might be related to the injury she sustained during her freshman year. either way, this stays true to her style of simplicity and minimalism.

rella tip: if you're interested in emulating jana's style and essence, stick to minimal accessories.

ii. feminine touch

one of the things i noticed about jana's style, as i deepdived the web for pics of 'em, is that she always has some sort of uniqueness to her outfit. often times, its a hint of girly, even if everything else is sporty chic. on the left, her shirt is more fitted and delicately cut with a flattering u-neckline. on the right is a soft sweater that complimented her bouncy curls.

rella tip: casual or not, always make sure you curate your clothes to yourself. your personality should shine through even in a white shirt.

iii its giving lux

(these are crumbs but whatever)

jana, by far, has the most elegant style out of the team. while she does follow trends, i dont often see her in the same graphic shirts and bomber jackets they sport. paired with her accesories, jana gives off the foreign student baddie that probably smells like a rich vanilla perfume. her tops are often dressy, paired with a simple skirt or, in these cases, nicely fitting slacks.

don't get me wrong, college girl jana wears jeans and tshirts but, i just think she goes the extra mile to give it a little oomph that oozes a luxurious, more put-together feel to her outfits. she wouldn't look out of place in a gossip girl episode. but still, she rocks those sweats and slides when she can.

b. hair

i. game day

i dont really have much to say about her game-day hair, its usally just a high pony or mid pony. im not sure if i've seen her play in the bun. i think she just puts it up post-game. still, this is on brand for jana. its simple, clean and classic.

ii. off the court

i dont really know if miss pretty has naturally straight or curly hair but in pictures of her at parties and when she's out, her hair is still giving clean and sleek. she still rocks her slick back and had bangs??!! gorgeous. shes the only player on the team, besides caroline, that doesnt really wear braids and such. her hair is usually down if its not slicked back.

curly haired jana! now to my 2 favorite aspects of jana's style; jewelry and makeup!

c. makeup

yall im sorry for spamming that picture but its just so perfect. jana has absolutely nailed the toasty, coffee brown makeup. im not sure if she's wearing any in the middle, shes just gorgeous there. face card always swipes. her makeup reminds me of sade adu, just warm and enhances the features perfectly.

the makeup is actually very similar to my own, probably why i adore it so much. its definitely a look you should bookmark for the summer. i recommend this tutorial to get the look;

definitely tweak it a little to match your drift but this is pretty close. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmZFH9DSgXY

the premise of her makeup is fairly simple too,

i. dewy skin (light foundation, skin illuminator)

ii. rosy cheeks (blush)

obviously i dont know which blush she uses but here are some similar shades; riri/raizin standards from fenty, big diva energy/plush pepper from mac, and rose flush from maybelline!

iii. natural brows and lashes

i dont think she uses fake lashes or gets extensions, to be honest. she probably uses mascara and a curler. some recos; telescopic from loreal, hypercurl from maybelline and kill lash from clio. iv. glossy lips

i dont see her with matte lips and her gloss doesn't really have color. even if it does, i think its a very translucent light pink. recos; elf lip oil, covergirl yummy glow, fenty bomb gloss

d. accessories

my absolute favorite part of jana's style. i was only able to find a few pictures but they were all so cute! i. jewelry

she definitely has more pictures in jewelry but these ones were the best. she has pictures of her with a gold necklace too. these pieces definitely add some character to her style. it helps too since her outfits are so simple and down stated.

you'll notice that she doesn't wear alot of patterns too in her clothes so the pop of gold is often very noticeable. the gold earrings and the gold necklace are overall very dainty and just suit the classic, luxurious feel of her aesthetic.

think, girl next door but with a twist.

also, she loves that blue necklace. she has like, 3 pictures of it on and that's from skimming the web. its definitely a nice pop of color, different from the classic pieces. the shade of blue is also very unique. its very on theme since i did mention that she always finds a way to include a one-of-a-kind item or piece in her outfits.

iii. shades (but no shade)

ON MY MOMMA, this girl always has shades on. even in them darkass parties. there's more of her on my pinterest board, so many on pinterest, i just couldn't put them on here cuz there's so much.

i definitely love the silver-frame ones, i saw it alot of her pictures. it adds an edgy look to her otherwise casual and/or feminine outfits. peep the picture on the left, jana's wearing the same blue necklace, i love!!! and on the right is yet another dressy top paired with slacks. love the classic!

and that's all, folks!

if you're interested in copping the chic egyptian baddie's style, give this guide a heart. i had so much fun making it thats for sure. i hope you had as much fun reading it.

till the next 💋

[queenfandomtrash]

go on Cassie, you've got to share your Date Everything! blorbos 😉💖

ASDFGH- OH MY GOD!

Thanks Star for the ask! And I'll answer it right now!

On Deviantart, I made this collage with all of the the potential hubbies/waifus, or as some people like to say blorbos.

Right in the middle row are the ones I talk about the most! I will go in order from my number 1 to my number 5!

Bodhi Windbreaker

Bodhi broke me the most out of everyone I mentioned! I'm a sucker for 80s stuff whether movies, bands or singers! Bodhi won my heart the moment I saw him! His design is so cool! From the cassette tape hair (kind of reminds me of my bf irl~), the pride flags on the cassette tapes, the Blockbuster tattoo, the rubix cube bracelets, etc! And oh my god can we talk about his voice?! His VOICE! (I seriously can't wait to date him in the game!!!) 😍💞

2. Freddy

Freddy was the very first character I saw for this game and OMFG HE'S SO CUTE!!! He's like a gentle giant! Or should I say, a gentle yeti~? For those that may or may not know, ice themed characters are one of my types for fictional guys/gals. After going through the tutorial on the demo, I spoke to him first! He's so silly, sweet and so tall! (another one of my types, tall characters) And if I'm not mistaken, I think he's the tallest character in this game? also the "I like big bundts and I cannot like" line makes me laugh and blush every time! 😊💞

3. Scandalabra

Fun Fact: Ray Chase voices him and he's going to a convention I'm going to in July! I'm planning on meeting him! ^w^

(Ray Chase is also one of the lovely voice actors that worked on this game!)

Scandalabra is so sassy, silly, cute and charming~ He really gives off Preminger vibes and I'm all for it! And as you can see from the third picture, he already starting to fall for me~ I'm already planning on seeing Scandalabra more~ And I'm making a headcanon that Scandalabra treats his lover like a princess/prince! 🤭💞

4. Betty

Betty broke me pretty hard the moment I saw her! She's so sweet, beautiful and enchanting! She also looks super cuddly! Course I went back to speaking to her the next day.

"All I care about is knowing you're sleeping soundly. I just want you to be comfortable and happy when you're with me." These two lines alone nearly made me cry.

Besides Scandalabra, Betty's taking a liking to me too. I also happen to have a thing about pink haired gals, and especially plus sized gals. (I am plus size irl so I'm glad there's representation in this game!) 😍💞

5. Amir

Amir admiring the player's beauty did in fact make me tear up because I've had moments where I hated the way I look. Also him calling the player "darling" asdfgh-

"Oh my goodness... that boost of confidence... I can actually it spreading over your face like the most invigorating flush!" And I was blushing hard!

Amir also reminds me so much of Dmitri from Blush Blush (which is another dating simulator game I play)~

If I ever need to boost my confidence in the way I look, I know now to go to Amir! 😊💞

And yeah, that's all five that have caught my eye/have been gushing over for a while now! I may or may not make a follow up post related to this in the future when the game comes out later on this month (depends if I can get the pre-order and possibly the DLC)! 😊