#i actually don’t know what he’s doing these days 😭

[lilly-of-the-vale]

Just binged your Suguru and I’m clawing at the walls!! Where have you been all my life??? He’s so…. I will be devoting all my night time imagining to your Suguru.

So… speaking as a type A, “i can do it myself”, type of person, would you be able to expand a little on doting Suguru? Like, how does he react to a reader that can care for others but believes in “walking it off”— someone who is all smiles and “don’t worry about me”s and tells little lies so that the people around her don’t worry.

If you’d like to🫣🤗

Hello darling!!!! Im so so so so so sooooo happy that reading from my blog made this happy. Truly i can't explain how much love i have for you for giving me a chance 🥹🥹

I wish you only the sweetest of dreams after you doze off from your nightly sugu day dream session my dear 🩷🩷

Im so so so so so happy you said this omg you should've seen the evil ass grin on my face when i finished reading 😭😭 bcuz this is actually me in a nutshell and my obsession with the the doting suguru agenda stems from exactly that.

Let me start of by saying that suguru understands your need to care for others, and he LOVES this quality about you. He admires you to no end, he's so so so so so so so fond of sweet helpful people, and honestly i believe he would find it much easier to trust and open up to someone like this bcuz he can relate to them a lot better.

That being said, suguru will absolutely not be falling for any of that bullshit 💀 you're little attempts to brush your discomfort under the rug will not go unnoticed by him, he knows you like the back of his hand, one look at your face is enough to see that you are indeed not ok.

As previously mentioned he loves you for who you are but he will definitely be trying to change it 😭😭 he will absolutely NOT stand for his baby hurting themselves for the sake of others (especially if it's cult!suguru oh my god that man has no regard for anything that isn't you) so you WILL be having that uncomfortable conversation he knows you are trying to avoid (maybe I'm projecting here), he can be very direct when he recognizes that you need something, he knows how hard it is to change the way you perceive others and how you act around them, but he knows you need this so he'll do it for you, anything suguru does is for your own good don't forget that!!!! And ok, fine, call him selfish, but what if he thinks the time you spend taking care of others is better spent being taken care of by him?? You're not helping by refusing to let him help you either. He will actually lose his mind if you continue to torture him like this 😭😭 of course he would be a lot more insistent when you both begin to officially date. Pre-relationship suguru knows he can only intervene so much. His ass is chewing the bars of his cage like a feral dog 💀

Anyway!! If speaking to you doesn't work, he's going to resort to inserting himself in literally everything you do until you eventually learn to just expect him to be there. He's cooking for you, hand feeding you, tieing your show laces, doing your skin care bathing you, brushing your hair, making your coffee in the morning, doing your laundry, before you can do any of it, you could be in the middle of something and he just...STOPS YOU AND TAKES OVER!!! the whole mother package pretty much, he basically drops you head first into domesticity (borderline codependency 😭😭 ) and you have no say in the matter.

The transition might be weird and awkward, and you might try to fight him but all you'll be getting back is a sickening sweet coo, "awh baby....just let me take care of you" while enveloping your entire body with his arms in one of his suffocating bear hugs then leaves you with a kiss on the top of your head to go back to cooking <- evil man with terrible intentions of making you depend on him forever.

[fall0utmind]

i love your a/b/o fic SO much i’m so so excited

i was thinking - would it be fun to write a couple race scenes where marc really suffers during race starts, because literally EVERYONE in the pack he isn’t meant to be close to is surrounding him, and so riding way in front of them and winning is a relief not only because yay winning but also because the further away he gets from the others, the less it hurts? and even when he crashes he’s still far away, so crashes are sometimes a relief? and then of course in contrast, when the honda starts being shit during 21/22/23, he is just constantly surrounded by everyone, and it’s awful, and another reason he HAD to leave honda to go to gresini & a better bike, because he couldn’t continue on like that

alsooo i dont know how much of vale’s pov you want to get into, but to make it mildly less awful on his side, perhaps alpha commands don’t affect people you don’t have a pack bond with - and he thought marc had betrayed him, and so is convinced that even if he had used it, it couldn’t have affected marc, and the only reason marc is avoiding everyone is because vale sussed him out? i just want vale to be redeemable 😭

also - what about santi!! how does he look after marc during the whole time? surely he’s noticed something is going on - do he and luca end up teaming up? that could be funny actually.

(by the way, it’s better to put forward slashes between a/b/o because without it it spells a slur for aboriginal people! in case you didnt know 🫶)

Hi,

Firstly!! I am so sorry about the abo vs A/b/o thing - I had NO idea, or I absolutely would never have used it. I have gone through and changed my tag to #a/b/o sick fic - and all the posts are now under that instead. Again, big sorry if it's caused any offence or upset!!!!!!!

Secondly, your ideas!!!!

Absolutely incredible idea about the start of races - I never thought about that! Also media days, where they all have to be next to each other, wow that's insane actually, i really like the idea of playing that discomfort into it and how much it hurts but he HAS to do it. Because it would hurt more not to race!

And yes of course, winning, and especially winning by a lot - means less pain - woo. But the podium is awful, the hugging in the paddock makes him sick. Also, ohmygod.im, so sorry, guys, but I just had an idea. What is Argentina 2018, when he knocked rossi, what if it was because Vale got close and the pain flared and marc just wasn't prepared!!!!!!!!!!!! So it hurt so much more when Vale lashed out, and that's also kind of why marc Massively begins to repress???? Heartbreaking but such a good idea.

Also, the crashing out?? The races hurt so much that crashing is almost a relief.. in the same way that Jerez 2020 is obviously awful, but there's a tiny slither of marc, which is... relieved. It's sickening. I do really like the way it links in with leaving honda too because I feel like in this universe, with Honda being some of his only support, I didn't have a very good excuse for it and so this actually works really well! So thank you. I will defo include.

I wholeheartedly agree with your thoughts on Vale. I have to be careful because he does have to be redeemable 😂😂 or i will never be able to swing a rosquez ending! I really like the idea of Valentino assuming nothing has happened because Marc shouldn't be affected because he's not bonded or pack! It would also make a lot of sense about alphas only being about to use their voices on pack members. Or it could be incredibly bad in this universe, and I don't want to think about it 😭 so yeah that's another idea I'm probably gonna steal!

Okay, santi!!! Defo marcs main protector - alpha,? I think. He takes a big brother role in this. It could be very tempting to make him a love interest, but I might cave and end up making it a non- rosquez ending.... so big brother energy. He's defo noticing what's going on. I want to say that he works it out? Or begins to/ has some kind of idea, without knowing what actually happened. He defl provides a lot of the pack support in Honda, and is pivitol in making sure the atmosphere is good for marc there (although marc doesn't realise it - santi makes sure there's little things around - soft blankets, a spare hoodie. And then post 2018, he asks marcs crew to tone down their scents a little on race weekends, pretends he's having medical issues to cover for marc etc.)

I love the idea of him teaming up with luca, especially once marc leaves and luca joins Honda!!! Fantastic idea.

So many super good ideas in this ask so thank you so so much! I appreciate it 😊😊

[kathlare]

wish upon a star

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: A heartfelt gift and a sweet, personal message make Amelie question her feelings for Lando, especially as she navigates the uncertainty of their connection.

Wordcount: 2.6 k

Warnings: none

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September 25th, 2020 - Anaheim, CA

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landonorris: Happy birthday to my favorite human 💜 The most annoying, chaotic, and stubborn person I know… but also the most beautiful, talented, and loving. Life’s a lot more fun (and a lot louder) with you in it. Hope you have the best day, Ames. Love you forever ❤️🎂✨

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ameliedayman: if I’m annoying why do you text me 24/7 🤨🤨 → landonorris: @ameliedayman …unrelated question → ameliedayman: @landonorris no I think it’s very related. explain. → landonorris: @ameliedayman ok fine maybe I like talking to you 🙄 happy now?? → ameliedayman: @landonorris yes 😌 also you’re the annoying one actually. but thanks loser 💜

f1tea: oh he’s down SO bad😭😭 → speedyboi44: @f1tea bro is in LOVE and doesn’t even try to hide it💀 → fastlanefan: @f1tea “love you forever” ??? sir what are we supposed to do with this information???

quadrantfan: bet he rewrote this caption like 50 times to make it sound casual lmao → gridgossip: @quadrantfan and failed miserably bc he sounds like a man in LOVE lmaooo → tracktok: @quadrantfan this is the softest thing he’s ever posted and I don’t know how to feel

ameliepov: NO bc if MY friend posted this for my bday I’d simply have to date him idc

lanmelieforever: The way he wrote a whole ass love letter while still pretending they’re just friends lmao 💀 → f1gossipqueen: @lanmelieforever He’s not even subtle anymore, like at ALL

f1updates: The way he called her his favorite human and said love you forever… WE ARE NOT SURVIVING THIS. → speedyboi44: @f1updates Bro is basically confessing his undying love at this point. Just date already.

maxfewtrell: Bro, just propose at this point. → landonorris: @maxfewtrell Relax, mate 💀

charles_leclerc: Ah, young love… so obvious, yet so blind. → landonorris: @charles_leclerc Charles, pls shut up.

alexwolffofficial: This is basically a soft launch at this point → landonorris: @alexwolffofficial ??? Don’t start. → ameliedayman: @alexwolffofficial lmao not him sweating now

mclarenupdates: Can’t believe we all just casually watch Lando be down BAD for Amelie on main → papayafan: @mclarenupdates It’s a tradition at this point, honestly

gridgossip: He could've just said HBD but no, he had to write a whole love letter 🤨 → paddockprincess: @gridgossip Right?? And people still think they’re just friends??

georgerussell63: This is worse than the last one. I’m cringing. → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 Good. Stay uncomfortable.

gridwags: If they don’t announce soon I’m suing for emotional distress → paddockqueen: @gridwags Honestly, at this point, they owe us a public confirmation 💀

alex_albon: Just say you’re in love and go → landonorris: @alex_albon Shut up, Alex.

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Amelie kicked off her shoes the second she stepped into her hotel room, sighing in relief as she pulled down her mask. Her feet ached from walking around Magic Kingdom all day, but it was worth it—every ride, every sugary treat, every stupid laugh with Alex and Minnie had made turning nineteen feel a little less strange.

Still, there was that tiny ache in her chest, the one that whispered something was missing.

Lando.

She hated that she missed him this much, especially when she was the one always reminding him they were just friends. But he wasn’t just her friend. Not anymore. And she knew it.

Minnie followed in behind her, humming under her breath as she flopped onto the bed. Alex, carrying what was left of their Mickey-shaped snacks, nudged her shoulder.

—You look tired, birthday girl.—

Amelie rolled her eyes but smiled. —I am tired. And I smell like churros.—

Alex snorted. —That’s the best way to smell, though.—

Minnie smirked. —You should shower. And maybe check the room properly before you do.—

Amelie frowned. That was suspicious. Too suspicious.

—What? Why?— she asked, glancing between the two of them. They were both terrible at hiding things.

Minnie just smiled, biting her lip, while Alex casually shrugged, but his eyes gave him away.

—Just saying, maybe look around, Ames.—

Her stomach flipped. She knew that tone. What the fuck had they done?

Narrowing her eyes, she took a step further into the room—and that’s when she saw it.

A bouquet of her favorite flowers, sitting in the middle of the table. Next to it, a ridiculously overstuffed Stitch plush, so big it looked like it could swallow her whole. And in front of that, a small white box with a perfectly tied navy-blue ribbon.

Her heart stopped.

—No fucking way.—

—What the hell is this?— Amelie breathed, taking hesitant steps toward the table.

Minnie and Alex just grinned, exchanging knowing glances like they were in on some secret.

—Why don’t you open the card and find out?— Alex suggested, nodding toward the little envelope tucked between the bouquet.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up, slipping her nail under the flap and pulling out the card inside. The handwriting was messy but familiar, the letters slanting in a way that made her chest tighten.

Happy Birthday, Ames. I know I can’t be there today, and that fucking sucks, but I hope this makes you smile at least a little. I miss you. I really fucking miss you. -Lan.

She swallowed hard.

Her stomach did that stupid fluttery thing it always did when he was involved, the ache in her chest deepening. Because he cared. Because even from across the world, he wanted to make her feel special.

—Is this from…— she trailed off, already knowing the answer.

Minnie rolled onto her stomach on the bed, kicking her feet behind her. —Obviously. Your not-boyfriend is disgustingly in love with you.—

Amelie’s cheeks burned. —Shut up.—

Alex just smirked. —Are you gonna open the box or what?—

With an eye roll, she set the card down and carefully tugged at the ribbon, untying it and lifting the lid. Inside was a delicate silver bracelet, simple but beautiful, with a tiny charm dangling from it—a little star.

Her throat tightened.

She had told him, months ago, that her mom used to call her mi estrellita when she was little. That it made her feel safe, loved, seen.

And he remembered.

God, she hated him.

Loved him.

Both, probably.

Amelie blinked rapidly, trying to push down the lump in her throat as she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist. It fit perfectly.

Amelie stood there for a moment, just staring at the bracelet. The weight of it on her wrist felt like a tangible reminder of how much Lando truly cared for her, even when they were miles apart. She could practically hear his voice in her head, that soft, teasing tone he always used when they joked, and yet there was something so real, so heartfelt, about the way he expressed his feelings, even from across the world.

Her eyes flicked to the bouquet of flowers. She had no doubt that those were carefully selected, knowing her favorite colors, the types of blooms that always made her smile. And the Stitch plush? Well, that was just so Lando. Over the top, silly, and yet exactly what she needed. Something to remind her that even though they hadn’t put a label on whatever this was, he cared. He cared a lot.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she quickly turned away from the table, pacing a few steps to distract herself.

—Ames, what’s wrong?— Alex asked, his voice tinged with concern.

—Nothing, I’m just...— she trailed off, not sure how to explain it. She’d been putting so many walls up, telling herself that being with Lando was complicated and that they were just friends, but moments like this? They made her question everything. Why was she doing that?

She felt the burn of tears behind her eyes, but she blinked them away. No. She wasn’t going to let herself cry over this. Not yet.

Minnie sat up, looking over at her with a sympathetic glance. —It’s okay to miss him, you know. You don’t have to keep pretending like you don’t, especially when he’s out here doing shit like this to make you smile. He’s clearly into you, Ames. It’s obvious.—

Amelie shook her head, trying to play it off, but it was no use. Minnie was right. She hated that she was so stubborn. She hated that she couldn’t just let herself feel whatever this was between her and Lando. He was always there for her, even when they were miles apart. And yet, every time she started to let her guard down, she pulled away again.

—Yeah, well, he deserves someone who can...— she cut herself off, unsure how to finish the thought.

—Someone who can what?— Alex prodded.

—Someone who can give him more than I can. I don’t even know what I want, Alex. And it’s not fair to him if I can’t figure it out. I don’t want to hurt him. I just...— she swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. —I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.—

Minnie and Alex exchanged looks, both of them silently agreeing on something.

—You’re overthinking, Ames, like you always do.— Minnie said gently. —This isn’t some grand drama. You two are just figuring things out. But you can’t keep pretending that you don’t care about him. You care. And he cares. So, what are you gonna do about it?—

Amelie let out a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. The truth was, she did care. God, did she care. But she couldn’t let herself fall headfirst into something she wasn’t sure about. Not again. Not after what happened with Cam.

She glanced down at the bracelet again, her fingers tracing the tiny star charm. It was like Lando had picked up on every little thing that mattered to her. He hadn’t just sent her a generic gift. He’d sent her something meaningful, something that connected to her childhood, to her mom’s voice echoing in her ear when she was little.

—You’re right, I’m overthinking it.— she finally said, her voice barely a whisper. She turned to face her friends. —I just don’t know how to deal with... this. All of this. The mess I feel. The shit I’m not ready for.—

Alex crossed the room and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug. —Listen to me, Amelie. No one has it figured out. Not even Lando. He’s doing his best from Russia, and you’re here, celebrating your birthday with your best friends. Whatever happens next? You don’t have to have it all figured out today. You’ve got time.—

She nodded, but her heart still felt heavy with uncertainty. Everything felt like it was swirling around her. The gift, the way Lando had made an effort to make her feel loved from across the world, all the history between them, all the reasons why she was so damn scared to take the next step.

Minnie leaned forward from the bed, grinning mischievously. —Also, you need to send him a picture of that bracelet. Let him see how cute you look with it. It’ll drive him crazy. Trust me.—

Amelie couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in her chest easing just a little. —I’m not doing that.—

—Oh, you will. Don’t act like you’re not going to. That boy is wrapped around your finger, and you know it.— Minnie teased.

Amelie rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips was real. She looked down at the bracelet again, biting her lip. Maybe they were right. Maybe she had been running away from the one person who really understood her, the one person who made her feel... more. Maybe it was time to stop pretending.

But for tonight, at least, she was going to enjoy her birthday. With her best friends. And with the ridiculous, thoughtful, completely Lando surprise that had somehow made her feel closer to him, even though he was thousands of miles away.

—Okay, okay, maybe I will send him a picture.— she finally admitted, a small laugh escaping her.

—That’s my girl.— Alex said with a wink, and Amelie knew she’d made the right choice in letting herself relax, if only for tonight.

She took a deep breath, the weight of everything still present but a little easier to carry. Maybe tomorrow would bring more clarity. Maybe it wouldn’t. Either way, she had something to look forward to, and for the first time in a while, that didn’t feel so bad.

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ameliedayman: another year older, another year of being absolutely unhinged 🤠🎂 spent my birthday at the happiest place on earth, which is fitting because I’m everyone’s favorite princess 👑 (except when I’m not)

p.s. I made Alex ride It’s a Small World and he almost cried, best gift ever 🎁💜

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landonorris: So basically, you terrorized everyone in the park for your birthday? Sounds about right. → ameliedayman: @landonorris it’s what I deserve 🎂💅 → landonorris: @ameliedayman Remind me to never go with you. → ameliedayman: @landonorris oh please, you'd fold so fast if I asked.

f1tea: Not her calling herself everyone's favorite princess, and honestly... she's right. 👑 → speedyboi44: @f1tea Disney needs to make a movie about her atp

chaoticamelie: The way she really is just a real-life princess, like it’s so unfair

victoriadayman: You were the cutest little princess growing up, and now you’re still my favorite one. Happy birthday, baby ❤️ → ameliedayman: @victoriadayman love you, mama 🥹���

lando4ever: OKAY BUT WHAT DID LANDO GET HER?? 👀 → paddockinsider: @lando4ever If it’s anything less than a castle, I don’t want it.

alexwolffofficial: You’re a menace, and I deserve financial compensation for that ride. → ameliedayman: @alexwolffofficial Your suffering was my real birthday gift. 🎁💖

minniemills: She forced us to wear matching Mickey ears. Send help. → ameliedayman: @minniemills Forced?? You looked adorable, Minnie. Accept it.

smallworldvictim: Justice for Alex, he did NOT deserve the psychological torture of It’s a Small World.

minniemills: Also, please note that Amelie spent half the day singing Disney songs dramatically. → ameliedayman: @minniemills WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAAAAAAR 🎶 → alexwolffofficial: @ameliedayman I’m blocking you.

lanmelieforever: The way Lando probably FaceTimed her the whole day bc he had FOMO 😭 → softielando: @lanmelieforever He’s just happy she had fun, meanwhile he was probably sulking in Russia 😂

lando4life: LANDO COMMENTING FIRST IM CRYING HE DIDN’T EVEN HESITATE 😭 → paddockwatch: @lando4life He probably had the post notifs on let's be honest.

[scarfurure-main]

I'm gonna reblog this cuz there's some changes!

First of all, I changed the herb x mystic flour cuz it doesn't fit my story anymore. This change only applies to mystic flour cuz I feel like it doesn't suit her.

This is inspired by the fic resolute volition and yes, it's a beast x ancient but it's a good character study of Mystic flour ok 😭😔🙏

Mystic flour, is still well, pale in her body so when she was born in the dark cacao kingdom, she stand out and well, 🔥racism🔥

This will cause mystic flour to belive in her philosophy more, the suffering of all will become an end when the world become flour. She then will heard of dark cacao and well, at 18 years old, she enter it to become a healer, so that she could steal the soul jam. (lil did she know it's gonna heal her instead)

She then entered and become a healer. However due to her talk of turning ppl into flour and pointless stuff, cookies started to avoid her and create rumours abt her. Until, caramel arrow. She was one of the only one who respected her morals, philosophy and didn't create rumour nor treat her like an outcast. Ofc she still doesn't trust her but still,

One day, she was reading a book named "Two Dragons and the King of the Dark Cacao Kingdom the Almighty Dark Warrior Dark Cacao Cookie" yes I copy and paste that shit. Anyway- caramel arrow then revealed the book is the reason she wanted to become a watcher, which intrigued mystic, so she ask for more stuff and caramel arrow cookie reveal that dark cacao is the main reason she wanted to become one, because, let me just-

“King Dark Cacao Cookie read this book to me when I was ten years old,” she began. She didn’t stop even though her voice trembled. “Two months after I lost my family in battle. It felt so… comforting that I could never forget that night. But I don’t think I was listening to the story, I was listening to His Majesty’s voice , instead. He sounded so proud, reading the tale of his olden warrior. And also gentle, as if I could crumble away should he ever raise his voice.”

“I don’t know why he was that kind. I… I actually do, technically. He has a gentle soul, a tender heart. He might look tough and distant, but all of us in this kingdom know very well that… he is a nice person. Everything he does is for the greater good. He bestowed his life for this kingdom just like every other Dark Cacao Warrior did. And I know his loyalty will last forever, countless generations ahead of me will get to taste his beneficence. This is nothing out of the ordinary for him.”

The white cookie remained silent, she didn’t move her lips and patiently waited for the cookie to gather her words.

“I suppose, by not knowing, I meant that I don’t know why he is like that. He went through a lot. And… as you said weeks ago, immortality can turn someone insane. I just… how does he do that? All of that, I mean. That’s so… wonderful. Everything…”

“Like, he has an entire kingdom to take care of. Each decision determines our fates, it must be tough to live with that responsibility. I would never be able to handle such a duty even for a year, and he had been doing this for centuries. He is the leader of our army, the protector of the continent, the one behind each action our kingdom takes, and many more… The responsibilities of an Ancient Cookie, the tolls of possessing a Soul Jam, the traumas of the past…”

“He is simply… too great to be concerned with us. And that wouldn’t be his fault or our shame. I am but a temporary cookie in his eyes, at least, that’s what I’m supposed to be. And everyone else around. The highest ages we can reach should mean nothing to him, he is just that old..! And yet… he spared his time and sat down, read this book, for me only. Because the storm scared me and I couldn’t stop crying.”

“He turned that terrorizing night into the best moment of my whole life. After that, the sound of storms made me feel… serene. Just because he read this book. Just because he let me put my head on his lap. Just because he caressed my hair like my dad used to”

“I don’t know why he did that. But that night shaped the person I am today.”

“I don’t know why.”

Caramel Arrow Cookie’s last words left her speechless. The tranquility she sensed, coming from her head and reaching each corner of her dough blessed her with an ease akin to that serenity she got from storms. It was like the emptiness after penance, so odd but equally freeing.

She didn’t get the opportunity to talk about that night for years, and when she did, it amplified her emotions. Caramel Arrow Cookie was on the verge of crying and couldn’t even feel ashamed. Her hold on the book was firm, she was pressing it onto her chest without realizing. She missed that night so much.

After that, Mystic Flour went and drag caramel arrow with her, saying how she wanted to hear just how "fatherly" his voice is. And then, although confused, dark cacao read the book for them, which almost made caramel arrow cry. She then look at mystic, only to see her looking at her back. It was then that caramel arrow knew, that mystic didn't even wanted to hear the "fatherly" voice in dark cacao, rather, she was simply doing it for caramel arrow.

With crunchy chip, some cookie would say how he and his wolf are street wolves, making him mad and hurt, but mystic would defend him, saying how both of them are from flour and their the same thing. The cookie then wanted to hit her but the cream wolves bit then first lol.

Then after that, crunchy chip would tell the story to ppl in the castle, over exaggerating stuff making ppl cheer very much, Mystic Flour being confused.

After that, in 3rd years she's there, she would notice dark choco and would convince him not to touch it, since it'll only brought more suffering. Then she would scold the shit out of dark cacao it's not even funny. (for dark choco it is tho) and now dark cacao is more open to advice from his son, yay!

She then would be promoted to the grand healer and then there's tittle like "The Fair Lady" and most importantly of all "The Mother of Dark Cacao Kingdom" lol. Basically she would become a mother figure to all of the citizen and then they would heal her with the kindness and more, the one she barely get to witness due to well, it was the olden time, where son is more valuable than daughter.

She then would kinda be an acting consultant because dark cacao trust her judgement cuz well, most of the time she's right, but then she was forced to go into a 2 week vacation by the kingdom, but that's when all hell break loose, such as affogato, the dark cookies, dark cacao paronia which by the way did not align the list she made for him before she go to creme republic, and dark choco getting frustrated with his father cuz he won't listen. After everything was done, dark choco would say that she would scold the heck out him after this, and she did.

Basically, while her philosophy is never broken, it's VERY toned down. Also the relationship between dark cacao and her is platonic, it like mom and dad for the kingdom, except platonic. So yeah! That's all. She works for there 7 years, and also this is her design!

The fucking au cuz I have procrastinated enough lol

Recap, in this au, instead of being sealed in the tree, the witches kill the Beast and reincarnated them, promising them that this time, they'll do better and give them a better life. They also made a spell so that all of them will not meet each other, until a certain point of when they are becoming lesser of the Beast of they are. This also include in the sidekick, but they have a much higher chance meeting, the percentage being higher.

Shadow Milk (this au is inspired by another so I copy some stuff ok) was abt to be reincarnated as a normal cookie, when for some reason, the light of truth feel like trolling and reincarnated him into one of the ancient's twin, Pure Vanilla.

The name change cuz their reincarnated, duh

Silent salt - silent chip cookie

Mystic Flour - Mystic White

Eternal Sugar - Eternal Daisy

Burning Spice - Burning Chili

Shadow Milk - Shadow Vanilla

Shadow Milk

Anyway- At first shadow milk cookie was like 'get me outta here bro nah!!! wtf man I hate this!!!' and tries to kill pure vanilla at first because he's a bit. Insane like that and he doesn't know who the hell this child is 😭😭 he probably thinks he got a second chance from fate or something and is having none of that because he's still salty about being killed

The thing is tho– pure vanilla is scared at first but forgives him and shadow milk is rightfully confused because '????? I tried to kill you????' and he's never seen a cookie so, kind? Simple minded? Before, so he feels weird, and is baffled but ultimately lets it go under the guise of him waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike (spoiler, he doesn't he's actually weirdly touched yet disgusted on how kind pure vanilla is)

HC that their sibling dynamics is still chaotic older twin and kind younger twin, shadow milk cookie still mischievous as hell, same exact personality and vanilla scolds him lightly from time to time, but most times just playfully exasperated

They attend the blueberry yogurt academy together, along with white lily, shadow milk cookie probably puts up a facade towards everyone, a bit silly yet insane at times, the only one who's seen shadow milk cookie with his guard down is pure vanilla cookie, and that's only during the time he almost killed him.

But one day he sees what white lily was researching and, honestly he probably already knows the truth so seeing white Lily research it set off alarm bells in his head, honestly, knowing him he'd probably let her go to the banquet fully knowing what she could learn, but the thing is he's conflicted on pure vanilla learning it too, "he's too- too simple minded for that, he can't learn it ever" (he started caring a bit over the years) so he confronts white Lily and gets her to hide her research from pure vanilla, not without her pressing him for answers too though, he tells her some sparing details.

It's worth noting now that shadow milk got weirdly attached to pure vanilla, but is still planning to regain his powers back, and find out what happened to the rest of the previous ancients.

I feel like he'd stick with PV during his pilgrimage, and finally understand why he was reborn as his twin when pure vanilla recieved the light of truth, at first he was afraid that pure vanilla would spiral like he did but cast his worries aside when he realized that it lacked the engulfing shadows of deceit, "...why am I even caring anyway??" And then he thinks it's laughable, he thinks fate is trying to screw him over by showing him his replacement front and center.

They'd probably um, have a fight?? Idk but it would lead to shadow milk cookie storming off

They part ways until the fight with dark enchantress, he knows FULL WELL who she is and wanted to ask her things but he gets caught in the crossfire instead, pure vanilla spots him as dark enchantress was preparing for her final blow and uses the strength he has left to shield him and shadow milk's like "WGAT THE FUCK" because it's simply, illogical, incomprehensible to him, it reminds him of his past allies- he was left stunned as everything disappeared.

Everything else happens normally, except now the light of truth sticks with shadow milk cookie since they still technically have a connection, and since pure vanilla is temporary unavailable, shadow milk does NOT know how to feel yet, he's still processing everything that happened, definitely has beef with the light of truth tho I think it'd be funny. He also keeps it around because it can see pure vanilla when he can't, and they're now (begrudgingly) working together to wake pure vanilla up

Idk what happened next, since I'm still new to the lore and don't know which place to put this best, but one day smc would find wizard cookie and the gang and yadayada he suddenly remembered that he was a natural at teaching (he was teaching wizard cookie) and he loved teaching but the pressure and negativity that developed centuries later outweigh it and he realises he still love teaching. Don't know where to put in the timeline tho

The other are still developing but here's the idea

Mystic flour

When she was reincarnated, all of her life was simply normal stuff (for now) but then one day she moves to dark cacao, she found herb cookie (pls tell me he lives there-) and meet espresso cookie who remind her way too much abt smc, Pre corrupted and post corrupted. She realises her negligence to every friends she had and swore to apologise to them. (it's a slow burn realisation tho and slow burn accepting she cares and loves her friends). She would also have a slow, SLOW burn with herb cookie, like he confess to her once and she rejected it soo.... Yeah (I don't ship this in the official but I do ship this in the au cuz I can)

Burning Spice

Burning Spice, not much but he's like- bored, BORED. so he went out to travel so that he won't get bored (it barely help) BUT- like izuru form danganronpa, he'll learn that even tho it's boring, GET FUCKING THERAPY. Also in the past life, he's dyslexic but now he's colourblind lol. Also he will meet various cookie like adventurer cookie and rye cookie so yeah

I don't have much for him cuz he's prob the least traumatised/idk how to handle his trauma- so yeah

Silent Salt

Silent salt, also not much (for now cuz he's the 2nd most traumatised cuz WAR) but got free therapy from cream unicorn cookie lol

Eternal Sugar

eternal sugar was simply chilling when kouign amann came and declared her as her mother (I also didn't developed much cuz idk how to progress it, srry)

also not much except a few trauma lol and some panic attacks, phobia of touch and just- yea

The sidekicks cuz there's no way I'll forget them!

black sapphire cookie, i hc him as a run away child and smc save him (before corruption btw) and kinda adopted him, making him very loyal, not to mention he gave him a bit of his life force which is why he doesnt age, so when smc died, he was FUCKING devastated. so when the sidekicks heard the witches voice that they were going to be reincarnated, they immediately went out of their way to find each of their master.

candy apple cookie doesnt care much abt smc, seeing as she barely know him and was technically was raised by black sapphire cookie so yea, she didn't care much abt smc, maybe a bit since smc is still his father and the one created her

cloud hatea would be devastated and would learn how to survive on their own, and when they meet mystic flour, they would hug the shit out of her lol

nutmeg cookie, although VERY respect burning spice, she would scold the heck out of him and would probably cry

My headcanon on why theyre corrupted btw

burning spice: he wanted to feel full, alive, hes going crazy, please, he would do anthing to be alive, to be full... so please..

mystic flour: shes tired. shes so tired. she already fulfilled so many of the wishes, how many more? shes tired.

eternal sugar: she did everything to make them happy. so why is she not? she did everything, even let them use her body to make them happy. elder faerie said she should do everything and that seeing happiness on the other will make you happy, so why is she isnt? she just want eternal sleep. forever. in her eyes, thats a blessing, all of the suffering ending when you sleep forever. so why are they still..?

silent salt: war, murder, weapons, loneliness. is he only a weapon in everybody eyes? hes so lonely... he cant live without his friends, and not like the cookies care anyway, they just like him because hes a weapon, a protecter. how annoying.

shadow milk: all of them r corrupted, ppl always questioning wheter is he worthy or useful, always being in last place, loneliness, no one who could understand him, and now... the reveal that the witches who created them wanted to eat cookies? sure the one who created them decided they didn't want to eat them, being kind enough, but his whole existence were an accident? so all of those suffering, sleepless nights, praying were worthless? so hes always the last one? .....the burden of knowing to much, embrace the lie, his head says. and this time, he'll agree.

Ships:

Cream unicorn x affogato cookie

Purelily

Shadowsalt

Herb x mystic flour

Stormcacao

Knight cookie x black sapphire

Kouign amann x prune x capsaicin

also u can see the favoritism and yes, like i said, i have lore dump u. anyway- it was fun

ANYWAY- the inspiration!

What happened when mystic flour rejected herb cookie

Smc and mystic flour relationship

Just some other inspiration/flashback

What happened when all of them snapped (PRESSURE MENTIONED LOL)

And finally, the au that inspired me the most!

[chappellsroans]

Colton 🥺

[unriding]

a … a gift from the talented @kruinka 🥹 thank you so much!! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i like ghostflower (hell I draw fanarts for them) but I’ve decided I like the version of them in my head more and will just stay away from the fandom in general cuz I’ve seen some discussion and they just make me go “what on earth are y’all on” 💀💀💀💀

[leviiackrman]

I just found out what happens to dabi at the end of mha. Don’t talk to me.

[tariah23]

It’s always crazy to see black celebs spew this same rhetoric because it’s such a privileged take… like, they’ve been famous for so long and have gotten their money up, moved out of the projects or whatever tf, that they’ve forgotten what it’s like to be genuinely feel. It’s impossible for them to connect anymore. As far as the qrt, oh wow ☠️.

[abnormalpsychology]

thrilling sequel to my poll from back in January

[akkivee]

saw this twitter interaction and thought it was the bb lmao

[joker-daughter]

That's the worst thing for me I think : even the hypothetical / in development projects sound like mistakes to me 😭 like it's THAT bad

I need to rant a little

I liked spider-man as a fun blockbuster movie when I was younger but I think the production and writers are not handling the character well. He portrayed him at the best of his abilities and overall, people liked what he did. From a creative pov, it's not stimulating. NEXT

Uncharted was fun to show off his movie star status but it's just so.. bland. Ruben has no vision as a director, CGI looks ass (no fault to the workers but just the state of CGI for Sony movies these days). Can't stand Mark. Dialogues are boring and the treasure hunter genre is so outdated. NEXT

I read some pages of the Winner here and there and it doesn't sound interesting, it's giving CW drama. The comparison to Challengers will be endless. NEXT

I think we moved past the need for Biopics. But that's my personal taste. NEXT

again

[saeiken]

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[bibleofficial]

went to the beach w kp & 4 other indian friends & 3 of us had NEVER surfed before girl WHEW it’s SO fun literally only 20quid to rent a wetsuit & board & i fucking smashed my toes on the sand so much, but also we 1) got the wrong tickets so we got off 1 stop early 2) went to find a bus & the bus that was supposed to be 15 min turned into an HOUR 3) on our way to find a bus back everyone’s phones are dying or dead bc it took us 3hrs longer to get there, cigarettes are out 4) all of the shops in town are closed & the town seems to have ONLY a tesco extra & 1 off license that sells a PACK FOR 15.65 A PACK WHICH IS FUCKING CRIMINAL ITS CHEAPER TO BUY IT FROM TESCO ARE U INSANE 5) the bus back to the other town kept skipping us bc the bus stop wasn’t the ACTUAL bus stop - i had 1 bowl since literally 11a & we got back at fucking 11p 😭😭😭

[floral-hex]

I just get so tired of waking up every day and having to claw my way up to some emotional baseline

[stunie]

ok so i hit 30 tags pretty early so i wanted to add extra thoughts under here i am SOOO SORRY OMFG ITS SO MUCH 😭😭 GOD

attempt 1 at reading - thoughts:

i love how you wrote the nervousness and hesitation of both reader and atsumu ): this relationship feels so genuine and realistic, like every thought is so real and complex and it all just plays out soooo vividly in my head. i can literally feel every single thing in MY SOUL. it got me holding my breath, my heart racing, my stomach churning

the kiss . the first kiss where mr suna interrupted . when i tell you i read it like this >//////< EXCEPT MY HAND WAS CLASPED SO TIGHTLY OVER MY MIUTH. oh my god the reaction i had. it really felt like a first kiss all over again, i was genuinely WARM and all blushy

attempt 2 at reading - thoughts:

i loved how u wrote out the tension again .. and your characterization for all of them ?? kita being all observant? osamu being all curious ?

the emotional rollercoaster i am on in this chapter is crazy. i took my first break after suna interrupted (the kiss killed me), and im taking my second break right after atsumu confesssd (i was killed a second time). i was irritated during the cafe bc WHY r u avoiding me, and then the next second i’m like squealing 😭 the way that u write yue !! the way that u write . i am such a mess right now give me another moment

attempt 3 at reading - thoughts:

holy shit this scene . the kissing ? THE AAY YOU DESCDIBED IT from the first kiss ?? this one made my stomach FLIP omfg .

oh god the neck kisses . the .. the everything . my left leg has goosebumps idk why it’s only my left leg am i okay yue ? am i okay what’s wrong with me

i have a little ways to go i’m almost done but i need yet another break holy shit i have been reduced to a dizzy lil mess what have i become

attempt 4 at reading - thoughts:

oh my god ): oh my god ): what am i even supposed to say here. i love how u wrote the smut part ?? it feels like actual love ? he is so sweet pls

osamu interrupting had me jolting upright BECAUSE SUNA FIRST NOW OSAMU ? is kita the next victim ?? poor baby

AGHHH THE ENDING IS SO CUTE i fr feel like im in an anime ): i feel so pretty and so lovely THIS WAS SO LOVELYYY TYSMMM YUE FOR WRITING THIS

v. MISUNDERSTANDINGS

miya atsumu x f!reader

── next: vi. Epilogue: Sakura sweetness | series masterlist

synopsis: A drunken conversation with Atsumu leads to a cascade of events that has your mind practically exploding with endless questions, and with the way Atsumu has been acting, you want clear answers, and you’ll get them one way or another—even if it meant arguing in the twins’ shared apartment on a late Thursday afternoon.

chapter content warning: college au, mentions of alcohol use, intoxicated characters, cockblocker suna (rip), angst, hurt/comfort, awkward tension, atsumu & reader are dumbasses, arguing, light smut (mdni; nothing too explicit), nsfw, implied unprotected s*x, fluff towards the end yay, kita graduates from uni!, mutual pining, slow burn, requited unrequited love, friends to lovers, not beta read.

word count: 6.1k

notes: AAACKKKK last chapter!! also happy 1 month to this series !! i’m surprised i got to finish this in less than 2 months lmao considering how slow i am w writing :< divider: cafekitsune.

Light. Everything felt light—your head, body, voice, heart.

It felt like all the weight of your shoulders had been lifted, and you could be as carefree as a bird soaring through cerulean skies to be one with the wind. Because right this very moment, nothing mattered at all, not even the fact that you stood before the person you’ve been trying to avoid since the new year rolled around.

Tucked neatly at the back of your mind like a silent reminder, you knew you shouldn’t trust your intoxicated self right now—whether it be your thoughts or feelings but the urge to stop wasn’t there, and you felt extremely optimistic about this—all thanks to the burning alcohol that clouded every bit of your judgement.

Everything felt right.

As you met his caramel gaze, your vision tunnelled, everyone, and everything that surrounded both of you slowly turned into nothing but a mix of hazy hues, upbeat music that spilled from the speakers fading into the distance as you, and Atsumu entered your own world—even the orange-haired male with the bright, doe eyes melted away from your view.

Just you, and Atsumu, exactly how it was supposed to be.

With a bated breath, Atsumu wordlessly nodded, and awaited your next move, as if shackled in a hazy trance. He was fully aware of the thundering heartbeat that rang in his ears, the way his slender fingers ever so slightly dug into the scarlet plastic cup in his hand, cheeks burning with unexplainable emotions.

“Let’s talk somewhere else.”

It took all the effort for Atsumu to ignore the feeling of your bare skin against his, the searing touch of your fingers around his wrist as you hurriedly whisked him away into the intimate space of their kitchen, as if to shield you both from everyone else’s prying eyes. Despite a stained judgement, the blonde was sure no one gave a single damn if you were to talk it out in the living room, everyone was in their own buzz anyway.

Nonetheless, Atsumu let you take the lead, whatever you wanted, he obliged. As though he was floating on cloud nine, his body became lighter with each step taken, head lightly spinning, warmth that radiated from your palm seeped into his flushed skin, prickly, miniature kisses engulfing his body.

“I’m okay now.” Resting your lower back against the ivory granite countertops, you stare up at Atsumu through your lashes, not noticing your lingering fingers curled around his wrist. For a brief moment, your breath hitched, stomach churning at the sight before you. The lighting behind Atsumu made him look like absolute heaven, flaxen strands glowing like the first rays beneath the warm illuminant, casting an ethereal halo at the back of his head. It didn’t help how he stared down as if your eyes held the cosmos in them, completely awestruck.

Whatever, you chalked it up to his intoxicated state. What else could it have been?

For a brief moment, Atsumu wracked his brain for context behind your words, and as the invisible lightbulb atop his head switched on, he was reminded of the situation at hand. It definitely pulled his consciousness into sobriety. Just a tad bit.

“A-are y’sure?” A breathless, almost dainty whisper slipped past his rosy lips. He took note of the way your gaze shifted ever so slightly downwards, eyes crudely lingering on the plush of his bottom lip as his tongue briefly swiped against it.

Atsumu’s Adam’s apple bobbed at your not-so-subtle stare, stomach churning with want. He knew this feeling all too well—it visited him whenever he was alone in his room, mind wandering over to thoughts of you which filled every corner of his mind; sometimes the feeling was too strong, other times he could bear it. Tonight, though, Atsumu wasn’t sure if he was immune to this feeling, let alone erase any impulsive thoughts from his intoxicated mind.

What pulled you into this decision was something you’d never figure out; maybe it was the fact that your yearning heart grew tired of the icy distance between the two of you or maybe you’ve truly come to terms with his unreciprocated feelings—you didn’t know. All you knew was that nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations, especially when it involved feelings. But this could be an exception, right?

“So . . Does that mean we can be friends again?”

It was weird. Atsumu’s voice brimmed with a sense of hope—as if he’s been waiting for this very moment for the past two weeks—but the strange glint in his caramel eyes betrayed the blonde entirely.

Despite your better judgement, you chalked it up to the warm light that casted a soft shadow upon his features; maybe you were too dizzy to see things clearly, or maybe you were looking too deep into Atsumu’s expression—hoping to find some sort of sadness upon hearing your decision to move on, and accept his rejection.

Atsumu watched as your eyes traced his features, closely observing them as if to find some kind of answer; as selfish as it seemed, the intensity in your eyes gave him a tinge of hope that perhaps you could let yourself pine over him just a little longer because he wasn’t sure what he’d do with the knowledge that your heart would no longer yearn for him.

The situation was a double-edged sword, really.

You let out a puff of breath, “Yeah, of course. We’re friends again.” Friends. That word should have given you more relief than sorrow but could you really blame yourself? It felt like a bitter reminder of cold rejection which resembled salt pressed against an unhealed wound, a searing itch that left your skin feverish.

Even if it meant selling yourself short.

Avoiding his eye contact, you swiftly unwound your fingers from his wrist, mentally cursing yourself for not noticing any sooner. A cold embrace engulfed Atsumu’s wrist, where your fingers were mere seconds ago, he tried his best to ignore how his body yearned for your warmth. He gave a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

For a moment, you stood in each other’s silence like two predators sizing up one another, eagerly waiting for one’s move before pouncing, the silent hum of the fridge making up for the lack of conversation between one another.

How strange, this agreement should have cleared the unsettled air between you, and Atsumu but why did it feel like the complete opposite? As if the air turned into something more uncertain. You both knew you could feel the uncanny tension rising up, up, up but not one dared to address it.

Swiftly burying it under the rug, Atsumu spoke, thinly slicing through your trance, “You’ll find someone better.”

God, he must’ve really matured this new year because he didn’t know how he was able to say that straight to your face. Being one to wear his heart on his sleeve, this was completely foreign for Atsumu—or maybe he just got better at masking his true emotions.

You closed your eyes upon hearing his response, as if doing so would help you brave the weight of his words. It didn’t. That was the last thing you wanted Atsumu to say to you, ‘someone better’, it was brazen of him to think so poorly of himself, as though he wasn’t that certain someone. It was entirely unfair on your end because who was Atsumu to determine which person was for you?

Even just thinking about it had you fuming, rejection was one thing but completely disregarding the reason behind your feelings for him was another because in your eyes, Miya Atsumu was that ‘someone better’; he was the one who understood you the most, the one who always looked out for you, the one you fucking wanted.

And despite your mind telling you to nod along, and suck it up, the alcohol in your body was stronger; so, you opened your eyes, and furrowed your brows at him,

Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.

“But I don’t want anyone better, Tsumu. I want you.”

Atsumu’s eyes widened, the desperation in your voice was something he hadn't heard before, it definitely pulled at his heart, guilt gnawing at his skin for being the sole reason for your drunken actions. He may be drunk but he wasn’t stupid, Atsumu knew you should’ve kept that one to yourself, he could practically see you brimming with temerity but he’d be lying to himself if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat or two.

I want you, too. God, he wanted to say it back badly. The words were lodged in his throat, unable to slip past his lips despite the best efforts to do so.

It dawned on him—right then, and there—the severity of your feelings for him, the immense weight of it. Now, guilt really ate him away; he could only imagine how the past two weeks were for you. Did you cry while thinking about him?

That was the last thing Atsumu wanted.

Though, amidst the guilt, something else blossomed in his chest, it made him feel like he stood upon the highest pedestal. Atsumu didn’t know whether it was pride or greed; as fucked up as it was, he couldn’t bring himself to push the impulsiveness away as though you’ve infected him with your own. His heart hammered at a thought that formed in his mind, even just thinking about it stirred his chest.

Despite Atsumu’s better judgement, he held onto the feeling with a tight grip, and opened his mouth, tongue nervously swiping at the bottom lip,

Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.

“Is . . Is it bad that I really want to kiss you right now?”

You sucked in a breath, heart pounding at Atsumu’s sudden confession. If you were sober, you’d have a million thoughts racing through your mind right now, questioning the feelings he really had for you but unfortunately, only one thing was on your mind—how badly you wanted to kiss Atsumu too.

Dragging yourself further down, down, down the void of uncertainty, you shook your head in a daze,

Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.

“What if I say I want to kiss you, too?” 

Barely audible but Atsumu heard it just fine over the pounding of his heart, over the incoherent conversations beyond this kitchen, over the muted bass music because as long as it's you, he’d always listen, even if it meant drowning out the entire world.

Then, there was a heartbeat, a passing second, a dip of a finger to test undisturbed waters; the funny thing was that even a minute disturbance could cause a ripple effect for miles, and miles, awakening the dormant creatures that lay beyond the azure surface.

It was swift, as though Atsumu had been waiting for this very moment to happen—one second you were locked in a trance, the next his lips were pressed against your own, a shared warmth of intimacy searing both bodies in an eternal blaze like a blue flame that dangerously destroyed everything in its path.

Shy. Warm. Soft. Rosy. Like it was meant to be. The list could go on, and on but it was as though your thoughts came quickly before your mind could register them, leaving you in a white, empty haze. With the plastic cups long forgotten on the counter behind, you closed your eyes as Atsumu’s body eagerly pressed against yours, strong arms coming up to rest on the granite countertop behind you, fingers digging into the material to ground himself.

For a moment, everything was still, lips unmoving against each other, a time to bask in this newfound intimacy—the foreignness of one another’s body. The earth felt like it spun on its axis way faster than usual, as if day, and night merged to become one; hues of late dusk, and early dawn intertwined like your bodies.

Bitterness from Atsumu’s rosy lips lingered on your own; you never liked the taste of beer but oddly enough, you didn’t mind it at all.

Your hands cupped Atsumu’s jaw, fingers gently digging onto his soft skin, eager for more as your lips moulded together. Slowly moving his mouth against your own, you followed suit to match the sensual pace he had set, falling deeper, and deeper between the hazy boundaries of friendship, and something a little more. Low whimpers slipped past between each feverish kiss as a drunken greed gradually controlled your bodies.

The initial softness of the kiss dissipated as each second passed, slowly turning into something more carnal, and passionate—breaths becoming heavier, and faces eagerly pressed against one another, angled in a way to grant more access.

Was this what cloud nine felt like? Exhilarating? Euphoric? As though there was no one else—

“Oh!—Holy shit. Did I interrupt?”

A familiar voice violently pulled you, and Atsumu back into reality, swiftly jumping away from each other’s hold, and looking over to the owner of the voice. Suna. The brunette stared at both of you—looking like a deer caught in headlights, chests heaving—his expression was unreadable, almost like a mix of shock, and amusement. You, and Atsumu kissing in the kitchen was absolutely not in his new year bingo card.

Well, this encounter certainly was enough to strip you into sobriety.

Your head spun a little, lungs severely deprived of oxygen. Shame, and realisation settled deep in your bones—shame because Suna just caught you, and Atsumu almost sucking the soul out of each other, and realisation because everything about this whole situation was so wrong; a million questions formulated in your mind as each awkward second passed.

On the other hand, Atsumu was equally as horrified, albeit annoyed that he didn’t have the chance to kiss you longer. The thrumming of his heart pounded in his ears, his mind trying to come up with anything to say just to stop the thoughts formulating in Suna’s mind—oh, he knows that look on his friend’s face very well.

Your view became obstructed by the expanse of Atsumu’s back, a subtle attempt to block you from the brunette’s gaze.

“W-what the hell, Suna?! Don’t jus’ barge into the kitchen, ya scrub!” Atsumu tried his best to act tough but miserably failed with the shakiness in his voice betraying him.

As if to make matters worse, Suna didn’t back down, a smug look painted on his flushed face as the blonde shamelessly blamed him,

“Well, how was I supposed to know that you two were sucking each other’s faces in the kitchen?!”

Did he have to word it like that?

Atsumu opened, and closed his mouth, trying to think of ways to deny Suna’s accusations but his mind went blank, even with just the brunette mentioning your kiss had him blushing like a mad man. Silence yet again occupied the kitchen, low bass music spilled from the speakers, and incoherent chatters from beyond the space making up for the lack of conversation.

Before the situation could get even more awkward, you spoke up, “I . . think I’m just going to go . . ” This gained both their attention, carefully watching as you navigated past Atsumu, and out the kitchen.

The blonde watched as you staggered past him, and Suna; he wanted to go after you, and talk about what just happened but the soles of his feet stayed rooted on the ground, too heavy to lift, even the words he wanted to say were lodged in his throat.

So, Atsumu decided it was best to let you go.

Monday. 

Everyone’s enemy but also a day to gather around the campus coffee shop with friends, and be productive for a while. The calming aroma of coffee engulfed your senses; low chatter from other customers, faint jazz music, and the occasional hum of the coffee machine filled the table from the lack of conversation. Despite the café’s light ambience, it didn’t do much to hide the growing tension that surrounded the group, specifically you, Atsumu, and Suna.

Kita was the first to notice the subtle shift of aura that emanated from you three, especially after catching a glimpse of Suna’s narrow eyes trailing from you to Atsumu over his laptop screen; though, he had much more things to worry about than to indulge himself in whatever tomfoolery this was. He’d ask questions later.

On the other hand, Osamu was more than curious, especially after his older twin started acting out of character—Atsumu wasn’t one to engulf himself in thoughts to the point where he’d be staring at an inanimate object, in a complete daze but lately, Osamu has seen him behave as such.

The latter could practically feel the weight of awkwardness pressing against his skin as he subtly watched the three of you. Of course, he did his best to pry off information from the blonde only to no avail; Osamu didn’t know why Suna was even caught up in this but he suspected it was from the party a few days ago.

He remembered seeing you stumble out of the kitchen when he was on his way to grab more drinks from their fridge, the younger twin thought nothing of it until he was met with Suna, and Atsumu awkwardly standing in the kitchen. Normally, Osamu would’ve asked questions that night but the alcohol in him couldn’t care less about the situation.

Staring at the untouched document pulled up on your laptop, you ducked behind your screen to avoid Suna’s wandering gaze, and Osamu’s not-so-subtle curiosity. This was hell. You didn’t even know why you decided to turn up today after that shit show at the party—maybe because you thought you could shove down that memory especially after telling Atsumu that you were fine or maybe you craved the closeness you two once had, and now you were here to rebuild that.

As easy as it sounded, you feared it might not be so with the way Atsumu has been avoiding you like the plague. First, it started when you walked into the café at the same time as the twins, Osamu greeted you at the door before heading inside leaving you, and Atsumu outside. Now, that would’ve been fine if the latter didn’t make a show of taking a couple of steps back to let you go first as though you carried some kind of incurable disease.

The second time was when Atsumu realised the only vacant seat was next to your own, thus, asking to swap with Osamu just so he could sit farthest away from you. And the third was when you had asked him if he was alright while waiting in line to order only to be met with a mindless nod before returning to his phone in his hand.

You tried your very best to ignore the blooming pain in your chest; sure, being sad about Atsumu possibly avoiding you was reasonable but then again, you were the one who told him you were okay now—how Atsumu decided to act after the party was beyond your control.

God but it pissed you off. Swallowing one’s pride, and making effort to rekindle a cold friendship was not an easy feat when the other doesn’t do the same. It shouldn’t work you up this much but it did, and now you were second guessing yourself that maybe it was an irrational decision to abruptly tell Atsumu that you’ve come to terms with moving on.

That night at the party, were you lying to yourself just so you could be around him again?

Whatever. It was too late to take it back anyway.

The days ahead were monotonous, and boring; you, and Atsumu remained orbiting around one another, careful not to get into each other’s path of trajectory but it was tiring. Not only did it feel like navigating through eggshells while he was around but the constant questions from your friends tested your limits. Though, it wasn’t their fault for simply being curious, and getting left in the dark about the whole situation but the prying felt like endless jabs of sharp needles along your skin.

From their point of view, you, and Atsumu were stubborn about the whole situation. None dared to speak up about it, acting as though everything was fine, so your friends were left with very little to work with.

It felt like a game of cat, and mouse where you were the feline chasing Atsumu around. The longer the days dragged on, the more thoughts formulated in your mind, and they all involved the blonde in some way or another. And just like everyone else, you had your limits too; you were tired of Atsumu acting like a stubborn idiot.

When you confessed to Atsumu, sure, you expected an awkward phase but this was even worse. There wasn’t just distance between the two of you, it felt like you were strangers.

He was known for brashly saying the sharp truth, so why couldn’t he be straightforward with you? Was he disgusted by the kiss, and deeply regretted it? Did he think you were weird? You didn’t know, but you were bound to find out even if it meant knocking at the twin’s apartment door at 5:45 PM on a cold, rainy Thursday.

With the sun hidden behind the looming grey clouds, the late winter afternoon was even darker; the roads were packed with vehicles while the sidewalks occupied students, and company workers alike trying their best to shield themselves from the heavy downpour. Despite the streets being illuminated with a tinge of warm yellow from cars, and streetlights, it did nothing to brighten up the gloomy day.

Funny, it was as though the universe knew how you felt today.

“If yer lookin’ for ‘Samu, he won’t be back until 8 PM.” Greeted with Atsumu’s shocked face as the ivory door to their apartment opened, you couldn’t help but visibly roll your eyes at his stubbornness. Yeah, like you’d be here at their apartment looking for Osamu—you knew each of their timetables like the back of your hand.

Flaxen strands that sat atop his head were unruly, a sign that he must’ve been taking a nap sometime ago. Atsumu donned a light blue hoodie paired with black sweats; you tried your best not to ogle the man, after all, you were here for a sensible talk.

“I’m here for you, Miya.”

Atsumu gripped the metal handle a little tighter, the coolness of it seeping into the warmth of his skin. He tried not to flinch at the sudden formality of the conversation. Nonetheless, the blonde pulled the door wider, a wordless invite to their humble space. Giving him a small smile before walking inside, you tried not to think about the last time you were here, and how you found yourself drunkenly kissing Atsumu in their kitchen.

The sound of the door closing shut behind Atsumu reverberated throughout the walls of their apartment, followed by a deafening silence. Met with his honeyed stare, you awkwardly coughed, and played with the hem of your jacket, “I’m not going to take up too much of your time . . but I do just have one question.”

There was a momentary silence as Atsumu waited for you to proceed; he had so many questions running through his mind right now, and it took all his willpower to hold them back, and let you speak instead. It was getting harder, and harder to focus as each second passed with the pounding of his heart—Atsumu didn’t know what to expect.

“Did you—Did you regret that kiss . . ?”

Your skin burned as the question lingered in the air, a beat or two before Atsumu finally spoke up, “. . N-no, why’d ya ask?”

Sighing, impatience prickled your feverish skin. ‘Why’d you ask?’  What the hell does he mean by why would I ask? We made out for fuck sake, that’s something friends don’t do! Why is he acting so casual about it? 

“God, this just made it a lot worse. I have so many fucking questions that my mind wants to explode right now,” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you slowly paced back, and forth, the floors beneath silently creaking with each step. So, Atsumu didn’t regret the kiss but he’s acting like you’re strangers—fucking hell, why did he even kiss you in the first place?!

Your mind was a complete mess.

Trying to calm yourself down with slow, deep breaths, you decided to address the elephant in the room first, “Then why have you been avoiding me, Atsumu?—I’m sorry but I’m the one who got rejected, I cannot think of any reason why you should be avoiding me like this.” Atsumu hated that look on your face—the desperation, the sadness, the frustration. He never thought that he’d be the one making you feel all these negative emotions, and it pained him as much as it pained you.

Atsumu let out a sigh, carefully formulating the right words into a coherent sentence, “I’m just . . trying to be careful, okay?” His stomach dropped as your face contorted with more confusion.

Did he say something wrong?

“Careful about what, Atsumu?! You—ugh! It’s so hard to talk to you when you’re giving me all these stupidly vague answers! I’ve already told you I was fine. I don’t care anymore that you don’t like me back. I just want us to be back to normal again.”

Now, it was Atsumu’s turn to be upset. He couldn’t bear the thought of you moving on so quickly, and that’s why he’s been acting distant lately; it annoyed him how easy it was for you to talk to him like nothing happened but Atsumu knew he couldn’t tell you the reason—why couldn’t you just try, and understand his situation? Rejecting wasn’t an easy task to do, especially if it was the person he had been hopelessly pining for.

“Well—maybe things aren’t meant ta back ta normal!”

What?

You stared at him for a second, brows furrowed as you tried to comprehend his words that lingered in the cold air of their apartment. Silence engulfed the two of you, the distant sounds of Hyōgo’s late afternoon rain seeping through the slightly opened window.

“Do you feel uncomfortable around me after knowing the fact that I have feelings for you? Is that it?” “God, no—I could never feel that way.”

It took all of Atsumu’s patience not to wrap his arms around you—he wanted to hold you against him badly; that defeated look on your face broke his heart but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Maybe Atsumu was the coward after all.

“Then tell me what’s wrong, ‘Tsumu!”

“It’s hard f’me as well, y’know?!” “What is?”

Atsumu closed his eyes, the words he’s been wanting to scream at the top of his lungs lodged in his throat, threatening to slip out. A wave of adrenaline rush coursed through his veins, heart pounding like crazy with this newfound high, it made him feel as though he was invincible—as if he could say anything, and everything without a care for its consequences.

Fuck it.

“Fuck—It’s because I like ya back, okay?! I always have! And rejectin’ ya was so goddamn hard f’me because I’m still not over ya. God, I think about ya every single second, and it pains me so much because yer already movin’ on, and ‘m still stuck here.”

What?

Flabbergasted, you stared at Atsumu all wide-eyed, the thrumming of your heart becoming increasingly loud against your ears as each slow second passed. Did he just say he liked you back? As though mother nature was watching, the rain outside poured harder; sounds of droplets of heavy water against the roof filled the silent apartment, pulling you back into reality.

“Then why—If you feel the same way then why did you reject me?”

When you knocked on the door to the twins’ apartment, you expected a sincere conversation with Atsumu, not him confessing his feelings out of the blue. You were absolutely speechless—you didn’t know whether to jump for joy because he actually does like you back or whether to massage your temples from pure confusion.

“Back then during the trip, ya told me ya weren’t ready for a relationship yet, and that ya only wanted ta confess ta get rejected n’ move on. I wanted ta respect yer decision, so . .”

Flashbacks of said conversation from the trip quickly came into mind, and how you told Atsumu about not being ready for a relationship yet.

Oh.

Oh.

The weight of frustration from your shoulders slowly dissipated, the pent up annoyance you held in your heart was gone too. Suddenly, you weren’t so frustrated anymore after learning about the whole truth behind the situation. You were able to breathe better with the bad air finally cleared between you, and Atsumu.

Looking at it now, you felt absolutely silly. The whole situation turned out to be one big misunderstanding, it was almost laughable—now, you truly understood the essence of communication is key.

You let out a humourless laugh, “You’re so stupid, you know that?” Taking a few steps toward the blonde, you leaned your forehead against his chest, a hand coming up to curl into a fist to lightly hit it; a faint scent of his musky cologne lingered on the fabric of his hoodie, effectively invading your senses. Atsumu didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your torso, pulling your body flush against his before resting his chin on the crown of your head.

For a beat or two, you, and Atsumu remained in each other’s hold, basking in the cosy atmosphere. 

“Would I be more stupid if I tell ya I want ta pick up where we left off at the party?”

Before you knew it your lips were sealed in a searing kiss—this time, it felt raw, all things passionate, and eager. Hands impatiently roaming each other’s unexplored bodies, sounds of wet kisses slowly filling up the apartment. The atmosphere shifted from cosy to something more sensual, light groans, and moans slipping in between each kiss.

Your hands rested on Atsumu’s golden strands, fingers gently tugging at it as he worked his lips down the column of your neck, teeth lightly nipping at the feverish skin. Atsumu focused on a certain spot just below your ear, nipping, and sucking at it which pulled a dainty whine from your lips.

“‘T-Tsumu—Ah!” You gasped, his tongue leaving trails of goosebumps beneath its sinful licks against your skin. He cursed under his breath, the dizzying tone of your voice awakening the slumbering carnal beast that resided in his core. With each dulcet moan that slipped past your swollen lips, Atsumu became greedier, he wasn’t going to settle for mere kisses on your skin—he needed to hear more.

Pulling away from your intoxicating scent, Atsumu looked down at you with parted lips, and hooded eyes, caramel gaze clouded with nothing but pure desire. “I think we should take this ta my room.” He panted.

Nodding at his proposal, hurried footsteps padded over to his room as though each second wasted was crucial. As soon as the door behind Atsumu slammed shut, his lips were on yours once again, strong hands deftly working on the layers of clothing you wore, slowly slipping them off of you one by one; Atsumu could practically feel himself shaking with nervousness, and excitement.

Discarding your top on the wooden floor beneath, Atsumu stared wide-eyed at your torso, both hands coming up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra, earning a low moan from you. The air of the room felt cold against your skin but Atsumu’s touch was enough to ignite you.

“So beautiful . .” He absent-mindedly gasped, a lovestruck look in his honeyed eyes.

Hands eagerly tugging at the hem of his hoodie, Atsumu swiftly pulled the fabric off his torso in one movement, golden strands tousled from the action. Goosebumps formed upon his sun kissed skin, bare torso met with the cold winter air; your eyes raked Atsumu’s physique up, and down, shamelessly ogling his muscled chest in all its naked glory. God, you used to just fantasise about this, and now it was served right in front of you on a silver platter.

You decorated each other’s skin with endless love bites, sinful hues of dark red, and purple peppered along your chest, and neck. Atsumu took his sweet time to savour every bit of you—your taste, your scent, your sounds, everything. He made sure to bask in your serene beauty, the gentle glow of your bare figure before utterly devouring you like a starved animal, ravaging your purity with carnal desire.

Atsumu let himself go at the raw intimacy of your bodies, the feeling of your sweet warmth brought tears of pleasure in his eyes as he pushed, and pushed towards the newfound ecstasy you both shared. The chant of his name slipped past your lips like a sinful melody, mere fuel to the relentless drive of his hips. But Atsumu held you dearly against his naked body through it all, fingers intertwined with your own as he keenly chased both your pleasures, choked out moans of your name whispered hotly against your sensitive skin.

And as you both tipped over the edge, Atsumu didn’t fail to tell you how much he loved you in between each pathetic moan as he painted your insides white, the dizzying pleasure contorting his handsome face in pure ecstasy. You held him in your arms, nails digging crescent-shaped marks on his skin, whispering saccharine praises to him as you let go, and emptied the words of your heart.

As the gentle aftermath of the passionate exchange rolled around, Atsumu held you in his arms, hearts beating as one, and lulling you both to sleep. The last thing you heard was a faint ‘I love you’ before passing out from exhaustion.

“‘Tsumu, what did ya want for—Oh my god! What the fuck?!” 

A familiar voice abruptly pulled you, and Atsumu out of your sleep, followed by the loud bang of his door slamming shut. Muffled expletives from outside the room could be heard as you both stirred beneath the ivory sheets. “‘Tsumu, what the hell?! Ya should’ve warned me before I went into yer room!” Osamu yelled from the other side of the door.

Atsumu groaned, rubbing his face before turning to the door, “Shut yer trap! Ya should’ve knocked!” At his twin’s silence, he let out a sigh, and slung a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his naked body before closing his eyes once again.

You let out a soft chuckle, “We really need to stop getting caught. First, Suna, and now Osamu.” Atsumu hummed in response, too sleepy to even think or form a coherent sentence. Snuggling closer to him, you closed your eyes, and went back to sleep as well.

Oh, you could get used to this.

Winter slowly turned into spring as March rolled around—the end of the academic year.

Trees that were once bare slowly blossomed with flowers, hues of yellows, and browns were replaced with endless greenery, and frigid air became more welcoming like a warm embrace. Most importantly, the cold distance between you, and Atsumu no longer existed, instead, it was replaced by fluttering heartbeats, and fluffy moments that hinted at a sweet forevermore.

“There he is! How does it feel to be a fresh graduate!” Suna whistled as Kita walked over to the group, clad in a black academic gown with a matching trencher propped neatly on his head, the golden tassel on the cap swayed with every step taken; he donned a warm smile, one hand holding his well-deserved degree.

The buzz of excitement outside the venue was high, the graduation ceremony having finished just a few minutes ago. You were all surrounded by graduands, all with heartfelt smiles on their faces as they conversed with family, and friends alike. 

As your friends fell into a merry conversation, a warm hand interlaced with your own, giving your hand a comfortable squeeze. Atsumu. Looking up at your boyfriend, he cheekily leaned into your ear, whispering an ‘I love you’ before slowly blinking at you, mirroring a cat’s action. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his antics.

“Are you two lovebirds done, now?” Suna coughed, pulling you back into reality.

Met with amused expressions plastered on your friends’ faces, you, and Atsumu returned a sheepish smile before joining in their conversation. “Anyway, we were talkin’ about how we should celebrate Kita’s graduation. It can also serve as a treat for us for makin’ it through another academic year.” Osamu explained, earning a hum of approval from you, and Atsumu.

“How about a spring trip to Kyoto?” —

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