#light cavalry

[sylith]

SNOOZE⋆｡°✩ light cavalry crew and how it would be sleeping with them⋆｡°✩ (A/N : hey yall....no hyuk hunting you today...owen is) ⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

OWEN⋆｡°✩ -i love him bad omg -my princess does his skincare with you everynight, brushes his teeth with you every night. -he waits outside the door when you need to pee in the middle of the night.(he wanted to hold your hand while you took a shit but you kicked him out) -bedtime is 11:30 PM - 7:30 AM, yup i know cause i be with him all night. -likes to hear you debrief your day to him(not like he doesn't know already#stalkerowencreepy), and he talks about his day with you as well. -the big spoon loves holding you and kisses the top of your head everytime. -he either wears a fancy pajama or goes to bed shirtless, no in between. -you’d just finished debriefing about your day. You talked while he listened with his chin propped on his hand, occasionally gasping or rolling his eyes on your behalf like he was personally offended by your inconveniences. then he told you all about his day, dramatically, of course with complete with hand gestures, whispered gossip, and some light reenactments. by the time you both settled into the quiet, it was past 11:30. he adjusted the blankets, slid his arm around your waist, and tucked his face into the side of your neck. “i love you sweetheart, goodnight,” he murmured. “mhm. Goodnight,” you mumbled. silence. then— “…are you being for real right now?...you forgot something.” you didn’t even open your eyes. “Owen.” “i’m not sleeping until I hear it.” you sighed, already smiling. “Goodnight. I love you.” He exhaled like he’d just been revived. “There it is,” he whispered, immediately pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, your jaw, the curve of your neck—each one slower than the last. “this is why I keep you,” he murmured. “now sleep, my love. my heart can rest peacefully." and with that, he curled tighter around you, content and warm, as if your words had tucked him in better than the blanket ever could.

-will hide your phone before you go to bed, cause he wants your attention. -he does take pictures of your face when you sleep and keeps it in his secret folder with all the secret pictures of you...that's right...he's actually in your walls, watch out. -might as well keep yalls toes interlockes with how close he wants to be.

NOAH⋆｡°✩ -i lick my screen everytime she appears. -sleeps late, wakes up late. (2 AM - 11 AM) ...sleep early y'all -it is damn near impossible to wake her up, she could be in war and you couldnt wake her up. -watches you do your skincare routine first (like a cat) then waits for you to do hers cause she likes you touching up her face, and her in general. -she goes to sleep naked or half-naked. -similar to Owen, she does hide your phone before bed so all your attention is on her. -she rants about a person that as pissed her off or who she thinks sucks and shoulnt be hyped at all while you play with and braid her hair. -small spoon, she loves to feel loved. she would crawl into your skin if she could. -wants you to tell her a story before bed. doesn’t matter if it’s made up or real, she just wants to hear your voice. -sleeps with one leg fully across your body like a seatbelt. -you were halfway through braiding her hair when she went off. again. “i don’t care what the internet says, that dude has no edge control. he just got lucky with the wind.” you yawned. “you’ve said this three nights in a row now.” “because i’m right. they keep acting like he’s some prodigy, but have you seen his cornering?” you mumbled something noncommittal, focusing on the braid. she didn’t need encouragement—she was fully fired up on her own. “next time we race, i’m ending it in ten minutes. maybe five if i’m petty. which i am.” she sat up slowly, slid into your lap like gravity pulled her there, and buried her face into your neck. “phone off,” she mumbled. you blinked. “huh?” “phone. off. you looked at it twice.” you laughed, but set it aside. “yes, ma’am.” she hummed and immediately relaxed, sliding deeper into your arms like it was muscle memory. “goodnight. love you,” you whispered, kissing the top of her head. she scoffed but tightened her grip on your hand. “gross.... love you too.”

HARRY⋆｡°✩ -even luffy wouldn't be able to pull me off this man..he moves like he has boobs. -bedtime is 10:45PM - 8:00AM i know he takes his sleep seriously. -he yaps about what kind of chicken he wants to eat for breakfast. perhaps lemon pepper or teriyaki?all about chicken chicken chicken -i know i said sleep but....would yall be able to sleep with his loud ass snores? right right -does scratch your back for a bit but then instantly falls asleep. -big spoon. -his hands are usually crossed over his chest when he sleeps, but sometimes you lie on top of him, head buried in his chest. his heartbeat is your lullaby. -he acts like he doesnt wanna hear about your drama but he is very invested. with all that "wait are you talking about the one who slept with her bsfs ex" "tsk see thats messed up to do, cause if it was me..." -it’s late, way past your usual bedtime, but harry’s still awake, sitting at the edge of the bed with a glass of water in hand. he’s got that calm, almost bored look on his face like he’s waiting for you to wrap up whatever’s keeping you up so you can both go to sleep. you finally toss your phone aside and flop down next to him, eyes already heavy. “what’s for breakfast tomorrow?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. his fingers tap the bed. “bbq chicken or maybe garlic butter. you decide.” you smile and scoot closer, letting your head fall onto his broad chest. he wraps an arm around you, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. your eyelids flutter closed, but just before sleep pulls you under, harry’s loud snore surprises you—he’s already out cold. -sometimes hums quietly in his sleep, like a weird little habit that’s oddly soothing

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dedications: @wthphe1n @bfwooin @dzvelinaskebiyars @shintaru @hyukwwn @nixruniii @kuchisabishiiiii....they're coming for you

They’re gonna get you yall💔💔

[exiled-13]

If ykyk (I couldn't resist, I hope this doesn't offend anyone)

[ageha-sds]

was on break and did a bunch of AC6 renders for myself. this is truly self care

[illustratus]

[shintaru]

Ice cream

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Synopsis ~ ice cream Mukkbang with Owen

Tagging ~ @ravenwritten @dzvelinaskebiyars @sylith @sanzuslutttt @zyart-jpg @wthphe1n @prepchii @bfwooin @hyukwwn @kuchisabishiiiii

A/N ~ for some reason this made me want to cry

Owen fell into a rut where he only felt two things one loathing for Jay Jo and two felt depressed that Shelly was taken. You just couldn't take his complaints anymore. So you took him to an all you can eat ice cream shop. It’s your favorite place to go when you’re sad. You push him into the store since he couldn’t stop dragging his feet. Upon entering you immediately feel better eyes glowing from excitement. You take Owen’s hand, interlocking your fingers and pulling him towards your favorite section.

“Look at all the cones” you say with a huge smile on your face looking up at him. You frown when you see his pouty face clearly still sulking. “Get whatever you want it’s on me” you say. “Thanks” he says finally saying something for the first time in a week. You both get matching waffle cones to start you picked cookies and cream and he picked mint chocolate chips. You sit down at a booth writing down on the order tickets the ice creams you both picked.

“Owen you should get over Shelly she’s taken now” you say but he gives you the silent treatment and a pissed expression. “ I’m just saying it would be healthy to move on. She's happy with Jay, you should be happy too!” You add. “I’m not happy that she’s with Jay” he says, managing to pout while looking pissed off. He finally takes a bite if his ice cream while looking out the window.

“If it makes you feel I got cheated on” you say while laughing. “That’s not funny and I don’t feel better” he says. “I’m sorry I have a dark sense of humor so it’s hilarious to me” you take a bite out of your own ice cream while looking at him. “Shelly’s lucky” you say softly looking away from him. “How is she lucky with him? she should be with me!” He asks. “That’s not what I meant, I envy her a little…” you don’t finish your sentence deciding to drop the topic.

“Then what did you mean? Why do you envy her?” He asks the questions you were hoping he wouldn’t ask. “You’re so not good at reading the room” you reply. “Just answer me” he retorts. “I meant she’s lucky to have someone loyal like you remaining by her side although she’s found love in someone else and that’s why I envy her” you say getting up to purchase another ice cream. He gets up following you. “But why does that make you envious do you have a crush on me or something” you push him playfully.

“All the guys I like play me, cheat, or abandon me so I’m jealous that she has someone loyal to her but she isn’t interested in you. She doesn’t have to return your feelings. I'm just saying seeing someone throw away something I can’t even get makes me feel jealous” you admit honestly. He doesn’t say anything and you decided to order two of every ice cream off the menu for you both to try. “Let’s see who gets a brain freeze first” you say while grabbing a spoon waiting for your order to come out.

“They will probably melt before we get a brain freeze” he says. The orders come out and you make eye contact with Owen. “I’ll beat you” you say “I’m not competing” he replies although he says that when he sees how fast you’re eating your ice cream he immediately eats his faster. After eating all the ice cream you both sit there holding your heads and stomachs with your hands. “The ice cream was supposed to make me feel better but now I feel like shit” you say. “Tell me about it” he replies, making you laugh. “I’m so glad you find my misery hilarious” he says leaning his head against the table. “So I’m hearing you want round 2?” You say he jolts up from laying his head down. “No I’ve had enough I’ve cream gif an eternity” he says.

[bfwooin]

Hey babess can you write an owen knight fic 😭😭 im kinda starving for owen content lol but no pressure though, idk if u might write 4 him cuz ur mostly sabbath crew focusedi think? Feel free to ignore this if it's not in ur lane, have a good day!! 💞

but girl, i'm so glad we're acquainted.

content. complicated r/s, one-sided pining but he's fully aware of it, more than friends less than lovers type shit.

a/n. hi anon!!! thanks for requesting hehe. i write for most of the charas in wb actually. but im gna be real with u,, i lowk cant stand owen LMAO but i have no issues writing for him ( ´∀｀ )b

being the second option really sucks, doesn’t it?

you’ve been friends with owen for as long as you can remember, including shelly to form the inseparable trio that lasted throughout your halcyon days. though the more time you spent with him, the more you stupidly found yourself crushing on him, hard.

it’s merely puppy love, you tell yourself. indeed, an ironic infatuation that still sticks with you till this day. there’s just something about him you can’t quite put your finger on it.

sure, he’s conventionally attractive and checks the boxes for society’s beauty standards. but it’s the way he carries himself with confidence, batting his bottom lashes as he looks at you in that specific gaze that makes you weak. cold and intimidating.

god, this man is so cocky, and you fucking love it like a sin.

but so what if he looks at you that way? you’ll never be yearned for as much as he did for shelly. his eyes don’t lie, you’ve seen it before. the way his turquoise irises give her his fullest attention, not sparing a second to blink and miss looking at her gorgeous self.

owen loves shelly.

it’s a painful fact that you have to face. but ever since she left britain for korea, owen has never been the same since.

he finds himself seeking out for you when you’ve been doing that from the beginning; asking you to accompany him on grocery runs, surprising you with very frequent visits to the cafe you work at part-time without his prior knowledge (noah told the idiot after his pestering), and even inviting you to come to his home and cuddling together. all that effort to push him away by distancing yourself after shelly left came crashing down.

you must be wondering: with shelly overseas, shouldn’t you take this as your chance to finally pursue him?

you couldn’t deny that you’ve tried to. though after noticing how he treats you differently as compared to before, noticing how he compliments you more often than before, and noticing how his touch on you grows bolder each day, you’ve come to a conclusion that you’re merely his rebound.

you’re just the girl he keeps especially close to him to fill his void meant to be shelly’s spot. love with him wouldn’t be genuine, that’s what you tell yourself every time he grabs your hand and interlaces his fingers with yours. he stares at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, like you’re shelly.

and the worst part about all of this is that you can’t shake him off. that’s why you’re in the living room of his home, sitting on the carpeted floor as he lies on the couch sickly. you were busy with assignments when he called you, sounding so ill and pathetic over the line. “i need you here.” he says, and you find yourself shutting your laptop and booking a cab to his home on your phone with no hesitation.

he’d make a bad boyfriend, especially since he can’t even bother to listen to your concerns about him training so hard for god knows what. “i told you to pace yourself,” you remind him once again, and he has the audacity to sigh and grab your hand gently. his thumb circles over your skin idly, as if to apologise. a glance at his face and you’re met with that look of his again.

though it’s more tame, more needy, and you blame it on the paracetamol. “i want to kiss you,” owen declares boldly, making your hand that he’s holding tense up.

“no you don’t. just get some rest, okay?” you attempt to stand up, wanting to leave him to rest and recover on his own. but he manages to pull you onto the couch with him.

“please, don’t go.”

you’re speechless, but your heart says otherwise, pounding at soaring decibels. chest-to-chest with him, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as if this distance wasn’t enough for him. “you smell so good…” he says with irrevocable vulnerability. you want to get up, you should get up.

but unfortunately he’s your achilles heel, and he definitely knows it.

[blue-and-gilt]

French sabres

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