#Stands for Peppermint
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Fun fact
In the Japanese version, Arven called himself "Arven onii-san" (big bro Arven) here. Calling yourself "Onii-san"... how can you be so cute?
#His name is Pepa in Jp#Stands for Peppermint#So he is actually calling himself “Pepa onii-san” here#both names are cute#arven pokemon#trainer arven#pokemon#pokemon sv#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon scarvi#arven
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ok so as someone still relatively new to TWST (and someone just taking the events as they come to EN instead of keeping up with the JP side) and as a Jack Howl simp
I am of the (CORRECT) opinion that he should absolutely get an Applepom look because... fwuffy. and hat with ear holes. and he'd be SO insistent that he's used to the cold and doesn't need it but he will take it once it's insisted on because he's polite and won't refuse Gramma Felmier
Also I think a fun twist on the "someone's sled breaks and their plushie tears so they have to come up with another idea" bit from the other event is that Jack goes wolf mode to pull the sled (because as said in his starsending wish he pulls sleds back at home on breaks to try and get faster as a wolf!)
I'm biased though because I need more Jacc in my life
Thoughts?
thank you anon for bringing the mental image of harveston Jack into my life. he would be SO fluffy...so warm...he would haul so many apples...
also while I love the imagery of him pulling the sled, I feel like that would probably get them insta-disqualified. :( unless they can somehow 1) convince the judges that this enormous talking wolf is actually a very well-made plush, and 2) get Jack to go along with it (I do think Jack would instantly respect Marja as being more alpha or whatever and would have to, like, choose between his sense of JUSTICE, or going along with cheating at this sporting event so an authority figure doesn't get mad at him) (...wait this is just the plot of episode 2 again) (DANGIT)
#art#twisted wonderland#marja would never stand for cheating though. this is NOT how she became idia's sports anime waifu.#that said we deserve a jack in cuddly winter knits#maybe next winter-themed event...#if i remember right he also canonically snowboards and now i suddenly want a card of that#i want to see whatever weird fantasy twist on snowboarding they would do for an event#jack: for contrived reasons i need 3-5 peers to join my traditional hometown competition where the boards are made of candy or whatever#no you don't understand it would be like...peppermint-themed and extremely cute. i actually do very much want this now.#(sorry to keep doing the marker-style stuff i'm just having fun with ~brushes~)#(also sorry for taking forever with this) (stuff is busy right now!)#(eyes slide away from inbox timestamps...)
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she's the kind of person who brings the whole thing up again in casual conversations
#max sometimes tries to invoke coconteppi at me but i will not stand for it. this was a max conversation.#adventure time#wizard city#digital#peppermint#cadebra#coconteppi#hes here.#theyll both just casually be like 'oh yaea haha coconteppi commands u to do this' this is how they cope
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hehe. iggydoll officially assembled. 🤒
#sparkletwinkles#iggydolls#hws england#hetalia#arthur kirkland#he's standing on one of these cute ass peppermint risers from the dollar section at target... i'm like so obsessed#i bought his clothes on ninimal and he has a ymy body#ninimal has poopy doopy shipping time to the us but the clothes are really reliable in quality#so i prefer it over other cheapo sites#i did get his shoes on aliexpress though shhh#ninimal doesn't really do many shoes and the ones they do sell are just higher priced plastic shoes you can get cheaper elsewhere#i'm not married to these shoes for this outfit but they shall suffice for now#arthur
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Most of the time I try to remind myself that my frequent feelings of invisibility in public spaces are just the flip side of my unending self-absorption.
Other times I'm waiting for the barista to finish making my coffee and then someone who came in and ordered well after I did starts yelling at them about not putting whipped cream in it because she assumes it's for her and not for the person ahead of her in line who is literally two feet away from her.
#sigh#i just like to stand around in coffee shops looking blank for funsies#i usually don't even get whipped cream but it's peppermint mocha season
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Kid Keith loved candy canes. More specifically, sharpening them and then threatening Shiro by pretending to stab him. Shiro didn't pay much attention until he bumped into Keith and ended up with a candy cane in his arm.
#voltron#voltron 2023#voltron legendary defender#vld keith#vld shiro#voltron headcanons#shiro has the scar to prove it#Keith was only allowed to have peppermints after that#Their first winter back on earth Shiro sees the candy canes and just#refuses to stand next to Keith anymore
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man sandman, man me a stand, leave me for hours, next to the stand
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Nipping at Your Nose
Summary: Spiders are hypersensitive to peppermint. MJ unfortunately has to find this out the hard way.
Some people seemed to think that a pretty face could get you anything and everything you wanted but even with a pretty face, Mary Jane knew better. She had worked harder than most people knew to get where she was, scraping her self-esteem out of the gutter where her father had been determined to put it for good. He couldn’t keep her down.
Even with a pretty face, even with the success of her career, MJ still found herself pleasantly surprised to be receiving free samples of the perfume she had been asked to advertise.
The other pleasant surprise was that it truly was a quality product! It smelled sweet without being sickly and it didn’t feel heavy or sticky or sweaty on her skin; it wafted around her rather than clinging. She didn’t have to force a smile or a false air when explaining its value and when they offered to let her take the bottle she had used for filming, she did so gladly.
In the spirit of the holidays, she and Peter were getting dressed up and meeting for dinner at a more expensive restaurant tonight. It would be nice to see what he thought!
It would be nice if he even showed up, she admitted to herself, a touch of nervousness urging her to dab on a little extra around the swoop of her neckline for good measure. She wasn’t sure what had brought it on but lately he had been a little withdrawn and evasive for some reason—not just in regards to her (which was only a little reassuring that it wasn’t solely a “her” problem) but about the general public, about what was happening around them as the holidays neared.
Sensory overload made it difficult for him to mesh well with crowds sometimes but right now it was at the point where he would rather be left out of any potential outing and remain cooped up at home. He often cajoled her to stay in too but she wasn’t interested. The bustle, the undercurrent of excitement was part of what made the season fun! But he had promised her a candlelit dinner in a plush booth tonight and hopefully he wouldn’t be a Scrooge about it.
He was late, of course, but that adorable, dorky smile he was wearing as he slid into the booth was enough to convince MJ to cut him a little slack. “Wow, you look great, sweetheart! Sorry I got here so—hhh—” Eyes widening, he hastily buried his face in the folds of his scarf. “Hh-tchw!”
“Bless you!”
“T-Thanks.” He sniffed and then scrunched his nose immediately afterward, tucking it back into his scarf for a few seconds to scrub out the itch. “Ugh. Sorry, I’m not sure where that came from.”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe your nose?” He squinted at her, deadpan, maybe even a little bewildered, and she waved an expectant hand. “Aw, come on, I thought you’d at least give me a pity laugh!”
“I don’t think that could even count as a—ah—hh-tchw!” Fumbling through his coat pocket, he dragged out a crumpled packet of travel tissues and hunkered down to blow his nose as unobtrusively as possible. “See, even my sinuses are trying to run from that joke.”
“Remind me who it was that went with ‘Here’s your change’ during a bank robbery.”
“…Shush.”
The night proceeded as normal from there—for the most part. Peter was at least trying to be in good spirits but by the time their appetizers came and went and they were waiting on the main course, his front was starting to fall. Rather than sitting at ease and comfortable, he was acting like he was backed into a corner—fidgety, breathless, even a little panicked. He didn’t seem to know what to do with himself when he wasn’t hiding behind his tissues, napkin or water glass, chugging it so he wouldn’t have to make conversation. Eventually the waiter just left the pitcher with him.
When the refills caught up to him and he made a break for the restroom, MJ was able to let her disappointment free in a harsh, heavy sigh.
He didn’t return for a long while; the food came before he did. When he shuffled back into his seat, he kept his eyes down, sniffed hard and tried to muster himself.
“Mm, the—the chicken alfredo looks—”
“Peter, I’m well aware that you don’t actually want to be here right now but honestly, I would’ve appreciated it if you could’ve kept up the illusion until dessert.” His head snapped back up with what sounded like a gasp or a scoff and she cut off whatever protest he had in mind. “I just wanted one dinner out with you so we could enjoy the lights and decorations and music, so we could get into a fun, festive mood before we decorate the house!”
“Yeah, f-for sure! That’s gonna be lots of fun!”
“And I wanted this to be fun too so what’s the problem here?”
He was silent, holding his breath, and when he finally peeked up at her, the candlelight reflected the tears brimming in his eyes. Heart sinking at the sight, she softened her voice.
“I know the holiday season must be hard for you sometimes, remembering Ben…”
With a wet, cough-like noise, he wrested out another tissue, scrubbing furiously at his face and then blowing his nose again, barely even caring when it honked. “N-No. I mean, yes, it can be sometimes but it’s…that’s not the only reason the holiday season stings.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he shook his head with a groan. “Nngh, I didn’t want to say anything, I didn’t wanna bring you down but good grief, it’s killing me! I can’t do this anymore!”
“What do you mean? What is it, what’s wrong?” She leaned on the table toward him, but he promptly curled in on himself, shrinking away. He couldn’t even face her. Now slightly alarmed, she half-rose from her seat. Was it a meltdown, a panic attack? Was he breaking up with her? “Peter, you know you can tell me anything! Please!”
“Your—whatever you’ve got on right now, it’s p—pehh—peppermint,” he managed all in one breath, a shudder running through him as a warning to brace himself and smother another sneeze. “Hhh-tchw!”
“…What?”
“Hh-tchw! Nngh…” Sagging, he pressed the heels of his palms against his swollen, seeping eyes. “Peppermint…s’like my holiday archnemesis, M’, I try to just ignore it as best I can but I really, really can’t stand the stuff. When I was a kid I used to love it…b-but…” He sniffled thickly, swallowed several times against the urge to cough and then added in a smaller, feebler croak, “…spiders can’t stand the stuff.”
For a few seconds all MJ could do was stare at him until she reeled back, yanking her napkin from her lap to toss it onto the table. “Oh, my gosh, Peter, why didn’t you—?! I’m gonna go wash this off. I’ll be right back!”
It was a bit unorthodox, perhaps, to use a public restroom’s hand soap to scrub one’s neck and wrists but it was lavender; it did the job well enough. When she returned to find Peter with his aching head on the table next to their plates, guilt gnawed at her stomach even more strongly than the hunger. The fact that he hadn’t gone for his food while she was away was a testament to how sick he must feel.
“M’sorry,” he mumbled first, cracking a bleary, bloodshot eye open. Then he took a breath, free and full for the first time that evening, and added, “Thanks.”
“Of course. I’m just…trying to wrap my head around this. You got super strength, super healing, super senses, a master’s degree in web design…and a peppermint allergy?”
“Uh-huh. Spiders are sensitive to strong odors in general but…during the holiday season, mint is everywhere. Food, drinks, lotions, perfumes. S’why I try not to be out and about too long. S’just too much.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it a-and I knew how much you wanted this night. I thought I could t-tough it out as long as I had my tissues, kept my scarf on to cover my face…Just wasn’t expecting it on you right off the bat.”
“So what, you were just keeping your mouth shut and buying time until the day I decided to get mint ice cream?”
He hummed something noncommittal and she reached out, forced to bite her tongue when she spotted the hives that had broken out across his hand and wrist. Sparks of helpless frustration stirred in her but she didn’t call him out for it. She followed through, interlacing their fingers, and spoke firmly.
“Peter, you can’t keep things like this from me. We’re partners. Partners trust each other. Partners communicate when there’s a problem. I love you but I can’t love you well if you don’t tell me when I’m doing something wrong.”
“I-It’s not your fault—”
“And it’s not your fault either. It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just what is. I don’t want you suffering in silence for the sake of my feelings. You know I wouldn’t do that for you.” He snorted softly in agreement. “Or to you. I respect you enough to let you know when I’m feeling hurt or sick or just off. This is your blanket permission to do the same.”
“…Okay. I will, m’sorry.”
She would have to remind him again in the future, she was sure, but for now simple verbal acknowledgement was enough. “The whole point of this was for��both of us to enjoy our night and get festive so…what say we take this to go, get cozy on the couch and see which channels are already playing Christmas movies?”
The adorable, sheepish smile that crossed his face was weary but no less genuine. “Sounds good.”
And hopefully, MJ mused as she called for the check, none of those channels would be running her particular perfume commercial in the near future.
#marvel#spider man#fanfiction#raimi spider man#peter parker#mary jane watson#sickfic#seasonal allergies#spiders can't stand peppermint#petermj
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Playing High Fi Rush and I’m just like hmmmm, how can I turn this into Steddie.
#Steddie#hi fi rush#I feel like Eddie would be a good stand in for Chai and Steve peppermint maybe?#maybe
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I put it in the tags in another post but idk if anyone knows but does anybody have a good nausea remedy that doesn't involve ginger or makes you drowsy?
#i cant stand ginger and i dont want to be sleepy#i already do peppermint gum and stuff#i want something stronger#delete later#ive been on precribed meds for it but it didnt help#dont remember the name of the med tho i stopped taking it since it wasnt doing anything
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I got lost in an ikea today.
It is a 1:1 reproduction of the minotaur in the labyrinth.
The danger in the labyrinth is not a minotaur, but the gradual wearing down of my fortitude and financial stability.
The object of my affections was a standing desk.
I did indeed find the desk, but was seduced by a 99¢ funnel.
(I have actively been trying to find a funnel for several weeks now, but only found it because I got lost. I have not slain the minotaur, just left it waiting, feeding on the weaker willed. I ignore the fact that I bought something I did not intend to buy. I /needed/ a funnel.)
I cling to the last shred of willpower as I pass a Starbucks.
Peppermint mocha sounds exactly like the kind of treat a strong-willed hunter like me deserves.
#ikea#minotaur#starbucks#peppermint mocha#poetry#i was slain by the Starbucks minotaur#i flew too close to the sun#seduction#hubris#sun#tumblr if you remove chronological feeds I will end you#standing desk#affection#labyrinth#ikea shark
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idk how to help you flirt with him so you have to kill him 😔
#but hes just standing there not doing anything wrong even#adventure time#traditional#distant lands#spader#peppermint#peppermint butler
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Spencer doesn’t know when the habit had developed, but it had.
You’re standing next to him while your relationship was still a BAU best kept secret, in the kitchenette and almost softly and absentmindedly, his nose brushes your shoulder when no one is looking, his lips following soon after.
That was offense number one (not that you minded.)
Number two came when you were upset, stressed beyond belief from playing politics in the BAU and trying to keep them from another court scandal.
Spencer was reading the file over your shoulder- a list of the BAU’s shortcomings in the words of Erin Strauss- and at your stressed sigh his nose presses into the material of your blazer and then his lips follow.
“I’m sorry angel.” You shake your head at his words.
“Not your fault, Spence. They hired me to play politics but they’re stretching things too far. It’s all a bunch of hypotheticals and exaggerations.”
Spencer knows what it’s like, he’s been under the criticism before with the rest of his team, he’s seen what it can do to be under the microscope like this.
“I can bring you a sugar donut from the kitchen.” You smile, leaning your head back over your chair and onto his chest.
“You’re the best ever.” Spencer rolls his eyes as he kisses your forehead.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
Emily sees the next time it happens and she honestly can’t believe her eyes.
Spencer abhors public displays of affection, he really really does. Everyone knows it, and yet you’re sleepy on the jet, already in your pyjamas as you sit beside him.
Despite Strauss’ plan for you to divulge information about the team, they’d all come to love you and your fierce protection of them.
You’re one of them; even before you’d gotten with Spencer.
“Just close your eyes,” Spencer murmurs, his own eyes heavy, but he wants you to sleep first. You’d not been having the best time in Oklahoma with them, you’d been up the majority of the week helping them with the case and keeping the legalities between the jurisdictions and the statue of limitations on some of the evidence.
A yawn tears through your words, “I just wanna finish my tea, Spence.” Spencer hums, watches you take a few more sips of your peppermint tea and then reach for your bag. You tug a thin blanket from it and drape it over your legs.
“You okay, mama?” Derek asks as he sips his bourbon. You turn your head, that sluggish feeling of moving through mud filling your head.
“Tired, dunno how you guys aren’t.”
JJ laughs, “We all slept babe, you were the only one trooping through.”
You shrug, Spencer’s hand tucks between your cheek and shoulder. Emily pretends to be busy pouring her own bourbon while everyone else goes about their own wind down routines, she sees the ease with which Spencer’s nose presses into the hill of your shoulder and then his kiss imprints on the same spot.
You melt under the affection too, a sticky and gooey as your face leans into his palm and your eyes shut.
“Alright, Spence.” She whispers, smiling a little as Spencer strokes your hair and your eyes become heavier.
#I couldn’t decide if reader was bau or lawyer involved with the bau so you get both#don’t think about the logistics on that#spencerreid#spencer reid#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid blurb#spencer reid fic#spencer reid x black reader#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x yn#spencer reid x y/n
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written in the stars.
pairing: theodore nott x reader. song inspiration: until i found you by stephen sanchez feat. em beihold. author's note: boyfriend theo is the best theo. if you're wondering, then yes writing this hurt me as much as it hurts reading it but like in the best way possible.
Theodore Nott has always had an affinity for the stars.
When he was younger, Theo's mother used to take him to the rooftop of Nott Manor and point out the constellations to him. The stars told stories, his mum had said. Theo listened with rapt attention as she recounted the tales of Aquila, Heracles, and Orion as they glittered against the backdrop of the English countryside.
The two of them would make an entire evening out of it. Laying on his back atop a nest of blankets and pillows, little Theo watched as the stars climbed higher and higher, filling the horizon with hope and light. Stargazing had been their special secret. The one thing that wasn’t tainted by his abusive father. Theo guarded the memory of those nights in his heart like a priceless treasure.
After his mother’s passing, Theo continued their tradition of stargazing. Even if she was no longer alive, all he had to do was look up at the sky to feel her with him. For that reason, the stars were special to him and he’d never shared its meaning with anyone.
Until tonight.
“Watch your step, cara mia.” Theo said as he guided you by the small of your back.
The dark cloth covering your eyes prohibited you from seeing, but you trusted your boyfriend to keep you from falling. Though you weren’t a fan of surprises, Theo was impossible to resist. All he had to do was flash those pretty watercolor eyes at you and you were an absolute goner.
For you, Theo had always been the exception.
He guided you up a staircase, keeping a firm grip on your waist as the two of you ascended. Wherever you were going, it was pretty high up. You smiled as Theo took hold of your waist, knowing that you weren't the biggest fan of heights. Sometimes it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself. When you reached the top, Theo unfastened his tie from behind your head.
“You can open your eyes now, sweetheart.”
You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the dark. The wind whistled through the stone arches of the Astronomy Tower, framing the starkissed night with its marble pillars. The soft glow of the moon illuminated the nest of blankets and pillows arranged in the middle of the wooden floor.
“Did you do all of this for me, babe?”
Theo smiled. “I thought you might like to go stargazing with me,” he said, his voice soft. “Do you like it, my love?”
“I love it, Teddy.” You beamed, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his nose. “But not nearly as much as I love you.”
Theo grinned before pulling you in for a proper kiss. His lips were soft against yours and he tasted like peppermint. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as your knees buckled slightly. Theo never failed to make you feel like a lovestruck school girl. It never stopped feeling like this despite how many times you kissed this boy.
As if reading your thoughts, Theo smiled against your lips. “Come on, Y/N. I want to show you my favorite constellations.”
The two of you laid down beneath the stars, making yourself comfortable amidst the blankets and pillows. Wordlessly, Theo pulled you into his arms and you nestled into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of sea salt spray and sun kissed skin.
“Tell me the story of the stars, Teddy.”
He smiled, brushing your hair back. “That one right there is Ursa Major. Otherwise known as the Big Dipper, but if you look at the entire constellation, it actually forms a bear.”
“I remember learning about that when I was little,” you said, gazing up at the sky. “Didn’t it have something to do with Zeus?”
Theo nodded. “In Greek mythology, the Olympian God Zeus fell in love with Callisto and got her pregnant. After she gave birth to the child, Hera was so mad she turned Callisto into a bear.”
“That hardly seems fair,” you responded with a frown.
“Zeus was a bit of a wanker,” Theo said in agreement. “Hera was even worse. She cursed Callisto to wander the forest for years in bear form until she was hunted by her own son Arcas. Just as he raised his spear to strike her down, Zeus stepped in and sent them up to the heavens. Callisto as Ursa Major and Arcas as Bootes.”
“The Greek gods were truly a piece of work,” you replied. “But at least we got those constellations out of them."
You squinted, pointing at the cluster of stars hovering in the east. “What’s that one?”
“That’s the constellation of Leo,” explained Theo. “Named after the Nemean lion that Heracles defeated during the first of his twelve labours.”
“Didn’t he make a cloak out of the lion’s pelt?”
“Smart girl,” Theo said proudly. “The cloak made Heracles invincible and more fearsome than he already was. The Nemean lion’s heart is made up of the star Regulus, which is associated with the arrival of spring.”
“The Little King. I read that it burns hotter than the sun.”
Theo couldn’t help but smile. Before he met you, he never thought he’d find someone to share such a special and intimate thing with. He was worried that no one else would understand his love for the stars, but as he watched you peer curiously up at the sky, your nose scrunched in careful concentration, Theo felt all of his doubts fade away.
“Regulus is unique because it can be seen in both the Northern and Southern hemispheres.”
The blue star glittered brightly above your heads, as if it was showing off for the occasion. “It’s beautiful,” you breathed.
Theo stared at you, at the childlike wonder shimmering in your eyes, and he felt like the breath had been knocked out of his lungs. The gravity of what he felt for you hit him all at once.
“Yeah,” Theo said softly, still looking at you. “Beautiful.”
You grinned, intertwining your fingers and kissing his knuckles. “How do you know so much about the stars, Teddy?”
“My mum taught me.” Theo answered, drawing circles on your hip. “When I was little, she used to take me to the rooftop of the manor and tell me the story behind each star. She was fascinated by them. Before she met my father, she wanted to teach astronomy at the Stati Magia.”
“The Italian School of Witchcraft?”
Theo nodded. “My mother attended the Stati Magia, just like her mother and her mother before her. A tradition that I unintentionally broke, as nonna Lucia loves to remind me. Sometimes I think the old bat wishes that I was born a strega instead.”
You giggled. “You would’ve been a very pretty witch.” Theo chuckled as you propped your head up in one hand. “Did your mum end up becoming a professor?”
“No,” Theo said sadly. “After I was born, my father said that her place was at the manor. He refused to move to Florence, even though he knew it was my mother’s dream.”
You stroked his hair, nodding emphatically. Theo rarely talked about his mother. You knew that her passing was a painful subject for him, so you never pushed him to talk about it unless he wanted to.
“That’s awful. I’m so sorry, my love,” you said. “But at least she was able to pass down her love of the stars to you. In a way, she lived her dream by teaching you.”
A soft smile tugged at your boyfriend’s lips. “I suppose she did.”
You laid back down, but this time you cradled Theo against you. He rested his head against your chest, listening to the calming sound of your heartbeat. Talking about his mother will always be hard, but you helped ease the pain.
“What about those stars?” You asked, pointing to the north. “What did your mother tell you about them?”
“Perseus and Andromeda,” Theo answered. “Those are actually her favorites.”
“The chained maiden.”
Theo stirred, inclining his gaze to the horizon. “Andromeda was the Princess of Aethiopia, the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia. She was said to be very beautiful. Her mother bragged that Andromeda was fairer than the Nereids, which angered Poseidon. As punishment, the Sea God sent the creature Cetus to ravage that coast of their kingdom.”
You nodded, recalling the story. “King Cepheus chained her to a rock and offered her as a sacrifice to appease the sea monster.”
“Luckily for Andromeda, the hero Perseus found her before Cetus could attack again. Perseus fell in love with Andromeda and defeated the monster so he could free the princess. They ended up marrying and became king and queen of Mycenae. When they died, the goddess Athena placed them side by side in the heavens so that they would never be parted, not even by death.”
“A love written in the stars,” you said with awe and wonder. “I can see why it’s your mother’s favorite.”
“When I was a boy, she told me that she hoped I’d experience a love like theirs, minus the sea monster of course.” You chuckled. Theo knit his brows together like he did when he was deep in thought. When he spoke again, his voice was barely audible. “It’s sad to think that she never found her Perseus.”
You brushed his hair back, running your fingers through his curls gently. “She might not have found her Perseus, but she did have her Theo.”
Theo turned over and looked at you. The intensity in his gaze made you shiver. He was so ingrained in your heart that it felt inaccurate to continue calling it yours.
“After she died, I never thought I’d share her stories with anyone again, but I’m glad I shared them with you.”
“Thank you for trusting me, Theo.” You said as you placed a kiss on his temple. “It means the world to me that you not only shared your mother’s stories, but her memory as well. I would’ve loved to meet her.”
The tender smile on Theo’s face was heartbreaking. Then softly, he whispered. “She would’ve loved you, Y/N.”
Your heart cracked open, his words spilling like sunlight over every crevice, warming you from the inside out.
Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, but you forced yourself to give Theo a watery smile. “Because I’m a nerd who memorized obscure mythological facts?”
Your boyfriend smiled. “No,” he said gently, caressing your cheek. “Because you made her wish come true. You are my love written in the stars, cara mia.”
The moonlight kissed Theo’s tan skin, the silver beams caressing his face like a lover as if the moon and the stars craved to commit his beauty to memory as badly as you did. Gods, he was breathtaking.
This was the Teddy you knew and loved. Your Teddy.
Those watercolor eyes shimmered with emotion. “Sometimes I think the gods made you just for me, like our souls are linked in a way that neither logic nor magic can explain. Whatever it is, I think I’ve loved you since before the heavens and the earth existed and I’m fairly certain that I’d still love you even after the last star falls out of the sky.”
“You’re the love of my life, Theodore Nott.” Tears streamed down your cheeks as this boy—this beautiful boy ensnared your mind, body, and soul. “I’d find you in any universe and in any galaxy. Maybe someday we’ll be immortalized in the stars too.”
Theo held your face in his hands. His expression was open and vulnerable, like he wasn’t afraid to lay himself bare before you. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“We’re two halves of a whole,” Theo said. “I loved you yesterday. I love you today and I’ll love you tomorrow. You’re it for me, Y/N. You and no one else.”
“You and no one else, Teddy.”
Under the constellations of the star crossed lovers, Theo kissed you so gently that it made your heart ache. As Andromeda and Perseus kept watch over the horizon, Theodore Nott knew one thing for certain.
Someday the stars would tell your story too.
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a/n: i read a tiktok comment and was inspired ,, no further questions ; gojo fluff as usual & two mentions of alcohol consumption
“who would you look for in a room full of everyone you’ve known?” you ask, your face is a bit hot, either from the alcohol or the heat you aren’t sure, but you’re grateful to the cool summer breeze that blows over the two of you.
the grass feels cool to the touch, running your fingers over it, petting it softly as it tickles your thighs. satoru sitting close to you, close enough for you to feel his body heat radiating onto you, his hands still oddly cold as they brush against yours on the grass.
he hums softly, plucking a wildflower from its place and inspecting it. satoru hesitates, glancing over at you before deciding to speak up.
you look gorgeous in this lighting, he thinks, relaxed and without a care in the world for once. you’re staring up at the stars, surely trying to find any constellations you can to try and point them out to him.
“I’d look for you” he replied finally, handing the flower to you, smiling softly when you turn to face him. “why do you look so shocked?”
“why me?” you ask, laughing softly, thinking surely he was joking and would retract his statement and say someone more meaningful to him. someone important.
“who else if not you?” satoru replies without missing a beat, no silly lilt to his voice or underlying teasing tone. his blue eyes stare into yours, breath caught in your throat as you keep his gaze for a second before faltering and focusing on the flower in your hand.
“i- maybe someone important” you chuckle nervously, “i don’t know” satoru furrows his brows at your words.
“you are someone important, though” he breathes out, “you’re important to me” his tone is a bit more stern, frustrated almost. “can’t you see? you’re everything i want- you’re the only thing i want.”
the confession is enough to tear your eyes from the flower in your hands back to his eyes. you don’t know what you’re looking for on his face, a hint of a joke? maybe the realization that this was a silly fantasy you’d soon be awoken from.
it’s real. everything is real.
you’re here sitting in the middle of a park in the dead of night with the one man you’ve had a crush on since you laid eyes on him. and he wants you too.
you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. no matter how many times you’d imagined this happening you never really thought it would.
“of all the times I’d told you to stop talking and now when i want you to say something you have nothing?” satoru smiles, leaning in a bit closer to you.
you don’t say anything witty, crashing your lips onto his and screwing your eyes shut. his lips are soft, he tastes like peppermint and your lip balm he stole from you.
you drop the flower, one hand holding you up, the grass tickling the palm of your hand while the other found its way to the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in the white hair over grown hair. you’re grateful he missed his haircut appointment, especially as your played with the soft hair between your fingers.
satoru grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. he seems to forget his own strength in the moment, causing you to lose your balance and topple onto him, laughing against his chest.
“that’s one way to end a kiss” you giggle, moving to get off of him, his arms wrap around you, holding you firmly in place atop him.
“you started it” he teases, making you roll your eyes and slap his chest softly.
“we should probably get back soon,” you whisper, eyes lingering on his lips for a second before looking back at his eyes, “I’m sure suguru already realized his bottle of tequila is filled with water.” you push yourself off him, sitting back on the ground with your legs crossed.
“I’ll get ‘em a better brand anyway” satoru scoffs, standing up and extending a hand towards you, “that one tasted like shit,” he laughs.
“i thought it was good!” you gasp, taking his hand and practically standing chest to chest with him, you take a step back and satoru is quick to snake his arm around your waist, keeping you close.
“that’s cause you’ve never had good tequila, sweetheart” he chuckles, letting a comfortable silence wash over the two of you.
“it’ll always be you, by the way” you speak up, breaking the silence, “in any crowded room- I’ll always look for you.”
satoru doesn’t stop the giggle that slips past his lips, pulling you closer into him and bumping your hips together making the two of you stumble a bit.
“glad we’re on the same page then” he hums, removing his arm from your waist and i stead grabbing your hand with his, swinging your arm with his as the two of you walked hand in hand.
(suguru was less than pleased when he found the water filled bottle sitting on the opposite side of the room it usually was on, but was more than willing to let bygones be bygone when he realized satoru had finally confessed to you.)
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