#looooove that phrase

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

harrison stop describing lonan in the gayest ways possible challenge 2023:

Are there mirrors in his eyes? Harrison isn’t always certain. Is he a mirage? He could be—a chromized, distant object. He’s a masterpiece in some moments, a man growing into soapstone, buffed marble.

(from BODY BACK)

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

k, m, n, t for pd and/or suck!!! >:33333

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

-> you know i gotta say wiwi. i have to. that character was Made For Me i swear to GOD . genuinely i cannot think about prime defenders season 2 episode 39 without feeling physically sick bc i love it so much. its the only one i havent relistened to since i heard it the first time. i KNOW its gonna make me cry again so i genuienly have not touched it even though theres things in there i need to hear again for character research. his arc is so like. narratively satisfying in a way that hits me so fucking deep to my core in an extremely personal way. and like. there were definitely some Decisions that i was REALLY ANNOYING about hating when they were brought up because im used to media with bad storytelling/creators that do not care about their characters but. looking back on it i would not change a single thing about it. i love you wiwi so much.

-> FOR SUCK.... its not over yet. so i cannot definitively say. campaign finale comes out tomorrow so my answer may change depending on that but for right now i think i gotta say arthur. i joke a lot about hating arthur for no real reason in particular but. man his story is just REALLY good. not going 2 give you suck spoilers (hehe) but i also really like how shilo has grown through the campaign. hes my little guy :]

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

-> TIDE. TIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIDE TIDE TIDE I LOVE TIDE SO MUCH. thats my dad thats my best friend i love tide so much dude. every time he is mentioned or on screen i am just like :D HI TIDE I LOVE YOU TIDE

-> grefgore :] light of my life this is how i feel anytime i think about grefgore

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

-> CHARACTER STUDIES. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. I LIKE A GOOD SHIPPING FIC AS MUCH AS THE NEXT GUY BUT PLEASE GOD WRITE THEM IN CHARACTER. EXPLORE THEIR THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS AND WHY THEY MAKE CERTAIN DECISIONS THE WAY THEY DO. this doesnt even go for just pd and suck this is like. true for every single fandom ive ever fucking been in. do you know how hard it is to find character studies in the danny phantom tag on ao3. nobody has even fucking watched the show how are they going to write character studies they just want (<< i cannot legally finish this sentence without getting in so much trouble) I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MY FUCKING SELF AROUND HERE. ALL I EVER WRITE ARE CHARACTER STUDIES BC THATS THE WAY I THINK ABOUT CHARACTERS. I LOVE THEIR MOTIVATIONS I LOVE TO GET INSIDE THEIR BRAINS LIKE A LITTLE PARASITE AND IT IS ALWAYS SURPRISING TO ME WHEN OTHER PEOPLE DO NOT THINK LIKE THIS. (edit im just now reading through this and realized the question says three things. i did not process that. my three things are all more character studies please)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

-> oh dude i have so many hmmmmmmm how to choose just one. i have a LOT of feelings about wiwis original death and i might write something about that when i can get over my shrimp emotions about him. dakota cole audhd truther but that ones pretty much canon anyway so i dont think it counts. vyncent and his relationship with growing up in fantasy world and then being thrown into prime and how he adjusted to that. I think he really lies shitty syfy channel type horror movies that are so stupidly bad. and also plays a lot of video games but again i think thats mostly canon already. i think tide listens to dad rock but also like. ocean man by ween. you already know about my william and ashe being each others emotional support at concerts. i think william and ashe should hang out and do emo kid things more. i also have a lot of feelings about ashe and coping with the crippling loneliness of basically growing up alone and how the pd becoming like INSTANT best friends was so much for him in sooo many ways. you already know how i feel about mark i am in the middle of dissecting him like im in a high school biology class as we speak. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i know im gonna think of something really good after i hit the post button so stay tuned

[homenecromancer]

one thing about Dune that’s still really refreshing is that there are only a few references to things a modern reader would find familiar — like, the planet Earth is only referred to in passing, in an adjectival form, as the original home of animals now found on Dune. as the books go on, there are more references to, like, real-world political figures — but there’s a science-fiction excuse, in the form of Other Memory, for why the characters making these references would know these names.

like, this is a thing that Brian Herbert + Kevin J. Anderson notably fail at in their sequel/prequel novels. it is compelling and makes sense if your characters who live 10,000+ years from “now” don’t even know what Earth is. it’s not relevant to their lives! 10,000 years is a long fucking time! but no, Brian Herbert + Kevin J. Anderson reference multiple real-world artists (like Van Gogh) in their first Dune sequel, and then things get dumber from there

[wundrousarts]

I revisited this 2021 podcast interview with Jess for research for a theory post I'm writing, and wanted to share this excerpt:

“It’s absurd, because there’s so much that’s contradictory in here. I can’t explain to my editors very well why it’s important to me that why one thing might be really important to me for example but then it’s totally fine to me that I talk about Christmas. Ugh! It’s fine! It just is. Because this is gonna be 9 books, and I’ve only really shown you the tip of the iceberg so far, but, but there are really specific reasons for a lot of that. There’s a really specific reason, for example, about Christmas, the word “Christmas” and the concept of Christmas exists in this world. And that is something that we will probably learn about in later books, but yknow, I couldn’t say why that’s totally fine and then something else that they would suggest like is there this kind of machinery or infrastructure in this world, and I would be like “well, no, of course there’s not.” I want to be able to break my own rules whenever I want just because I feel like it.”

What do people think about the bolded statement? Anyone have any ideas as to why Christmas, in the form it does, exists in Nevermoor? I'll be sharing my Christmas idea more in depth sometime soon, but I'm also curious as well about any thoughts on the excerpt as a whole. As a fervent Nevermoor theorist, I do kinda love how she's like "I have rules, but also I don't. Don't think about it too much."

[qsmprambling]

Aww I just re-opened my notepad to write down 'awebo' so I'd remember it, and found notes I took from when Bad said 'No manches' in chat and Leo laughed and asked him who taught him that, and then she proceeded to teach him 'soporta' and 'nimodo'... And he immediately used them to troll Roier and Cellbit in chat and Leo was shocked and amused at how quick he applied it 😆

[wormsdyke]

i love repeating phrases <3 when there's words in order that you can say <3 when there's a script to follow <3 when the words are the same every time <3 when you get to list off words in order <3

[aria0fgold]

Imagine just chilling and logging into the former bird app for a bit and I saw a Cain Knightley tl tweet and the first phrase I see is "I love you" My heart nearly leapt outta my chest like-- cmon now CAin YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME

[gisssworld]

PRIMERO TÚ, SEGUNDO TÚ Y TERCERO TÚ... SIEMPRE ELÍGETE A TI MISMO.

[atlafan]

Your relationship with your Nannie sounds so special and peaceful, I love that for you that you have her and her home as that place to go to!!

I'm very lucky that I have a "young" grandmother. She had my uncle at 18 and my mom at 19, so she was a young mom, and then her first grandkid, my cousin, was born when she was like 40??? So wild to even think about. And since I'm the youngest grandkid, I got to spend more time with her and my papa when they used to live in Boston. Like I was always with them and got to have the most sleepovers. My house was so toxic and dysfunctional, it was always a peaceful escape when I got to go to Nannie and Papa's. Even when they lived 20 minutes away, I'd cry when my mom or dad came to pick me up to bring me home. I never wanted to leave.

It was really hard on me when they moved to Florida. I was in the fourth grade. I got to visit them with my mom that year, and it was a blast. Then they got a place up in NH in the summer, and when I tell you that was better than summer camp?? It was. We'd go to the beach and the arcade, and I was actually given food to eat. Being with my grandparents truly were the only times I felt loved and cared for. I was their baby.

Then, since my papa was 18 years older than my nannie (both their second marriage lmao. I wasn't biologically related to him, but that man was my papa), they couldn't keep traveling back and forth. So, they'd come visit when they could, but it wasn't enough. When I was 15, I finally got to go to Florida by myself because I had a job and could buy the plane ticket on my own. It was wonderful, and I made it a yearly tradition. Mostly I'd go in the summer so it wouldn't conflict with school.

Every time I stepped off the plane, I was immediately put at ease. Florida was my happy place, and my grandparents were my sunshine. I miss my papa terribly, he died in 2016. But Nannie and I are still as close as ever. I have always been able to talk to her about anything, and we always make each other laugh. I am literally her little clone. We are so similar, it's scary. I get my road rage from her, I get my humor from her, and I get my bluntness from her. She always speaks up for herself and always says what's on her mind. And that's how I am at this point in my life. She's my whole world. I wish I could have stayed down there longer...but alas, I had to come home to Henry and get back to work. She's not going to be traveling up here much anymore since it's just too much work for her at this point. I'm the only one that really makes time to go down to visit with her. I know it's not feasible for my siblings or mom to go as often as I do, but...I can never understand why they don't feel that urge to be with her like I do. We all got to spend birthday weekends with my grandparents, and they always made us all feel special in our own way. So it bothers me that they don't call as often as I do, or send her cards for holidays/birthdays like I do. She and I shit talk them a lot, it's so validating lmao she and I just think the same about so much, it's so funny

I'm rambling now so I apologize! I had friends growing up that thought it was weird that I was so attached/close with my grandparents, so I always feel like I need to defend myself??? Anyways, yeah, I'm very lucky and privileged to have her

[thegoldencontracts]

On The House!

Summary: Azul's always seemed to break his "no free lunch" rule with you. A free lunch here, tutoring there, and whatnot. But it's only after you two start dating that you realize why.

Notes: Jai if you see this TYYYY YOU ARE A GENIUSS RAGGHHH, also there's one brief innuendo of "punishment" by the reader bc I feel like teenagers would absolutely make innuendos - source: me and my friends, and also bc the reader's gotta annoy Azul somehow

Everyone knew that Azul Ashengrotto was notoriously stingy. He was a firm believer that if you wanted to cross a bridge, you had to pay the toll. He never gave anything for free.

Except with you. Azul tutored you quite a few times, and he'd even get you snacks while he was at it. Why? Was he trying to scam you?

As you chewed on a piece of the candy he'd given you, you couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, Azul," you said. "Can I ask why you're giving me all this free stuff?"

Azul's eyes widened a bit.

"It's of irrelevance," he said.

Weird. He didn't usually get defensive this quickly. Maybe he was just upset because you'd caught him trying to scam you?

"Is this some weird plan to sucker me into a contract?" You asked, eyes narrowed. "Because I'm not signing anything."

Azul seemed to get irritated at that, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No, no, I assure you, that isn't the case," he said.

Why was he getting defensive like this? That wasn't usually how he reacted to your prodding. There was probably something you didn't know.

Scratch that, there was definitely something you didn't know.

Whatever. You'd just have to find out later, it seemed.

"Fine, fine," you said. "But-"

Azul rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe that you got to see him so openly annoyed.

"I'm watching, Azul. You'd better not scan me, or else I'll punish you, okay?"

Azul groaned.

"What sort of phrasing is that?" He asked. "You aren't powerful enough to enforce anything upon me either way!"

"But it's funny!"

"Hmph, cretin."

And yet, you couldn't help but wonder, if Azul really thought you were a cretin, why did he give you so much free stuff?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time passed, and things between you and Azul changed. You'd even begin dating. He still kept giving you free stuff though.

Why? How was it that he could call you an absolute cretin and then shove a bowl of soup cooked by him your way in the same breath?

But then, one day, you realized why he did it.

It was to show his affection.

In hindsight, it should've been obvious. Everyone had some form of expressing their care for others, right? And this was Azul's. It only made sense.

You were going to ask him about it. Mostly because his reaction would be fun.

"Hey, remember that time I asked you why you gave me free stuff so much?" You said one day while the two of you were cuddled together in his bed.

Azul just silently pulled back the hand you'd used for emphasis back to his head, shooting you a bleary glare.

"Mm," he said in what was probably an affirmative. You could never be too sure though. Not with a tired Azul. For all you knew, he could just be expressing his annoyance with the fact that you weren't giving him enough headpats.

"Well, I think you were always doing it to show your looooove."

That seemed to wake Azul up.

Hastily, he swatted away your hand - though you could tell he wanted it back right after, turning away from you with a huff.

"That's utterly preposterous!" He said, though his cheeks were flushed. "I certainly wasn't pining after you like some buffoon!"

He absolutely was. He showed you he loved you since way back then, while all his free tutoring sessions and carefully prepared meals.

"Are you embarrassed about it, Azul?" You said. "Don't me. I think it's cute, you know."

Azul scowled.

"You're a mongrel," he said, before standing up with a sigh. "I'll make you some food, perhaps the added energy will help restore your ordinary intellect."

That actually sounded like Azul was calling you smart and stupid at the same time. Bravo, Azul. Impressive.

Wait. He was doing it again!

"And you're making this because you looove me, right?" You said, batting your eyelashes.

"Think whatever you wish," he said. "But we ought to get back to bed once you finish your food."

He just wanted to cuddle, didn't he?

"Anything for you."

And as Azul asked you what you wanted for dinner, you could tell that he'd do anything for you as well.

[mclarengf]

in honour of u i’m gonna get an orange/lime with oscar

thinking about... your wedding day with oscar piastri

a/n: first oscar fic!!!!!! idk where this came from but love love looooove a bit of fluffy oscar. bit short but i hope u enjoy, and i’ve alr got a couple of ideas for a fic based off this so if u want it…. lmk in the comments!

—-

oscar’s hands are shaking a bit as he holds onto yours.

he loves you so, so much, and he knows everything that has led to this point has all been worth it for this.

you finish your sentence and look back up into his eyes.

the officiant finally, finally, says the phrase oscar’s been waiting for.

“you may now kiss the bride.”

he doesn’t wait to grab you, dipping you down as he kisses you, full of love and passion.

he can faintly hear the cheers from your audience as he swings you back upright, but then you reach up and hold his face, and the whole world falls silent. oscar’s wife. his wife. oscar feels like the happiest man on earth, that he could ever have an angel like you in his life, nevertheless be married to you.

he kisses you again, only pulling back for breath. you stare up at him, smiling widely.

“i love you, oscar,” you say, before correcting yourself, “-husband.”

“wife.” 

he loves saying it already, and he knows he’ll be saying it every chance he gets from now on.

he laces his fingers with yours as you prepare to walk back down the aisle.

your family and friends throw petals above you, all of them so happy for you both and your young love. you catch a glimpse of your friends crying, smiling through the tears at you, and you laugh.

he’s tearing up a bit too, you realise. you squeeze his hand and watch as he raises his eyes to you, stifling a smile behind your hand.

oscar knows he’s crying, but he reckons he’s got a pretty good reason to be, right now; he’s got the prettiest girl in the world by his side, and he’s the one lucky enough to be your husband.

[chucklepea-hotpot]

little language post: i looooove the german phrase "jemanden mit haut und haaren verschlingen wollen", it literally means "wanting to devour someone with skin and hair" and to me it's such a state of mind, no other words in the history of languages have ever spoken to me more.

[allthegothihopgirls]

I really love the headcanon that Dick is half Italian and half thai, sometimes I forget it's not canon

oh i liveeeeee for this. i've personally been more inclined to romani!dick, due to it being the closest to anything canon (although i take that with a grain of salt) and the most portrayed in fandom.

the thai take is really interesting, i've seen pretty much zero asian!dick grayson stuff but i can definitely get behind that.

honestly i'm down for any cultural headcanons for dick that let him continue to embrace his heritage after bruce takes him in.

let him speak his native language, call bruce by endearing nicknames instead of dad, because it's less confrontational, but all the more meaningful. let him slip in phrases to his sentences that make no sense to bruce, but at the same time he definitely understands in his own way, because of how much he hears them. i want him muttering sayings under his breath which make bruce and alfred double-take and determine whether or not he's saying appropriate things, and if they should call him out on it.

let him celebrate cultural holidays, and explain the traditions to bruce who's oh so clueless but best believe he's trying. let him share the folktales his parents used to tell him as a child before bed. let bruce research them and learn even more so he has something to tell dick when it's night time and he's scared and just needs something familiar to fall asleep to.

and most of all let him be so proud of his culture.

i also love love looooove the idea of him getting to teach bruce some of the more mundane things that made his childhood unique culturally, and him adapting to them + making changes in their lifestyle to better reflect what dick's been used to in his life

[pumpkinbxtch]

*slides into your requests*

Hi hello I'm here to feed my Frank love 💕

I looooove how you write him because he can be so sweet and loving and MWAH

But do you think you can write a fic where it's Reader (doesn't matter the gender to me 😊) where they have the worst time trying to flirt with him so they end up flirting with him via baked goods and stuff? Just the whole "I can't voice my love without being an idiot so here's a plate of spaghetti 🍝" 👀

food is better than pickup lines ✧⁠*⁠。

— frank zhang x fem!reader

summary: you wanted to flirt with frank, The situation is that it turns out that you are not that good at it, so you think of a different way to make him understand your feelings.

warnings: none, maybe language.

a/n: omg, you guuuys *runs and rings a bell* a frank request and it's super cute and amazin ideaaa, livin the dream frfr. thank you for your sweet words and for share me this dream of yours. i hope you like it ): — kisses from mars (tee-hee), maría 🩵

You were determined, you'd make Frank understand that you were terribly in love with him… well, something like that. Actually, you were already doing it, but it wasn't until that moment that you realized you had replaced pickup lines with baked goods. Why?

Man, flirting wasn't your thing. But the terrible part was that you didn't know you were actually so bad at it. You realized it once you had already said such embarrassing, terrible things that there was no doubt you had killed one or several seduction fairies somewhere on the planet.

— Is someone waiting for you, Frank…? — you hinted that time. He looked up from his paperwork and when you saw how his eyebrows slowly came together, you knew you had done it again.

Behind him, Piper covered her mouth and stifled a laugh. Was there anything crueler than a daughter of Aphrodite laughing at your seduction maneuvers?

— Someone waiting for me? — he asked, leaning slightly over the bar that separated them. Frank thought maybe he hadn't heard you right.

Your hands continued working on his tea, but internally you were kicking yourself. To cover it up, you let out a laugh.

— Yeah…— He looked at you closely, scanning, pondering all the possibilities of that comment. Apparently reaching a conclusion, his lips curved into a smile.

— Sometimes I don't know when you're joking.— He reached out to pat your head and ruffled your hair gently. That time, you blessed Frank's innocence and swore you'd never use phrases-to-seduce-your-crush.com again.

Gods, what about that time when Piper tried to help you by pushing you towards him? You said something about him being too tall, and in an attempt to turn it into an opportunity to say something cute, you ended up calling him Giraffrank. GI-RA-FFRANK. You wished you could steal that memory and bury it in the deepest recesses of Tartarus.

No, you simply couldn't go on with that, or you'd end up confessing to him in an even more embarrassing way (if that was possible).

In your despair, you grabbed some ingredients from the cafeteria and let your woes turn into nothing less than strawberry-filled mochis. You lifted them to appreciate their fluffiness and felt a touch on your shoulder. You almost forgotten Piper was there.

—That? — She looked at the tray and raised her eyebrows playfully. — Can I try?

— Sure, take them — you said listlessly, sliding the tray across the marble table to your friend. Piper ignored it upon noticing your bad mood and hugged you.

— Frank is really hard to catch, girl. He's so… clueless. — Your friend pressed her lips together and stroked your hair. At least you had her.

— You're not going to tell me it's my lack of skills in saying charming things?— Piper looked away, trying to avoid answering, and you shrugged.

Her consolation to you was interrupted by the doorbell. Both of you looked up. It was late.

— We're closing!— Piper shouted, approaching the counter while you stood at the back. Seeing her stop abruptly and shoot you a sparkling glance, you moved closer. As soon as you saw the purple shirt, you wanted to bury yourself in the pile of dishes you had to wash, but before you could do it, Frank smiled at the sight of you.

— Ladies...— The guy bowed. Despite his apparent diplomacy, your friend had a playful smile adorning his face. — I was passing by and saw the lights on. It's about time you were at the camp, and I remind you that you're only working here for your spring break, so I can't allow you to be out longer than permitted.

— Well, it's our good Frank playing preator — Piper joked while giving you a look. You forced a smile and nodded.

— While you're here, you're my responsibility. Camp Half-Blood would never forgive us if anything happened to you.

— Believe me, Frank, they don't care as long as we come back in one piece — Piper said disdainfully. She cleaned the nearest table and offered the Roman a seat, which he accepted with an excuse.

— Is something wrong? —The guy asked, giving you a concerned look.

Unconsciously, you had stayed behind the counter in complete silence. Piper gestured to you, but you were so afraid of messing things up that you didn't want to even speak. You just shook your head and forced another fake smile.

Piper made a gesture of annoyance without Frank noticing and signaled to you again, which you still didn't understand. She realized she had to act, or you would never get anywhere.

— In fact, she's tired of making the new cafeteria dessert, right? — You frowned, not understanding Piper's movement. This time, she pointed at the mochis, and you widened your eyes.

— Yeaaah, and I don't think you want to try them. It's the first time I've made them, and I don't want to poison you.

— Oh, come on, we know you're good at this! — Your friend insisted, making faces and signals for you to seize that opportunity.

— That's true — Frank said, giving you a radiant and confident smile.

Without much enthusiasm, you went to put a few on a plate and left them in front of him. Immediately, the guy examined them with surprise.

— Mochis?

Your cheeks burned. Stupid Chinese dessert.

Frank widened his smile and eagerly took one into his mouth. The sound of enjoyment he made churned your stomach nervously. Apparently, you did something good that day.

Frank's eyes locked onto yours with a sparkle, and he smiled at you again in that way only he knew and the same one that kept you awake at night. — Delicious!

“am I so in love with him?” you wondered, and with just that word, you regained your humor and motivation. Your mind thought that would be the best way to express your feelings to Frank. You walked to the counter where the others were and packed them in a bakery box with the cafeteria logo. When you returned, you gave it to him.

— For me? — He said, amazed, with a curious look.

— Yes, for you.

And you knew it was the best way to express it. "Show, don't tell," you thought.

Despite being happy with your approach, Piper lamented in the depths of the kitchen as she washed the dishes. She should have tried one of those desserts before speaking.

And that's how things went. Maybe for you, it was almost like a vacation, but Frank had to keep being a praetor, training, and attending to his responsibilities, which consumed most of his days, so you provided him with some food. From that day on, you never stopped cooking for him.

— Frank! — Seeing him covered in sweat with a spear in hand, you felt nervous, but you approached him anyway, handing him the dish.

—Spaghetti. I know you guys have your own magical kitchen, but...

You nervously smiled as he took it as something precious, and the corners of his lips lifted. Your breath seemed to catch as you admired how impressive his beauty was to you, the breadth of his shoulders and the strength he seemed to possess. It seemed counterproductive how someone with his appearance was actually such a kind, gentle, and adorable person.

— You don't have to bother — his velvety voice snapped you out of the trance. Still, he held the dish against his chest and smiled sweetly.—Thanks, do you mind if...? — A whistle interrupted him, and his expression seemed to harden, he was annoyed. Without wanting to interrupt his duties, you gestured for him to go, and he walked away from you because he had no other choice. At that moment, Frank hated being a praetor, but you felt relieved not to have to talk to him, taking risks.

The following days were like the ABCs of love... with dishes.

L - for Lasagna

O - for an Omelet

V - for Vegetable Soup

E - for Enchiladas

Each one adapted to lactose intolerance. Sometimes in the middle of the process, you felt your cheeks burning, the embarrassment overwhelming, almost stupid, but you really wanted to let Frank know that you cared about him, and it seemed like you did. It better be that way.

Piper entered through the back door, and after sniffing the aroma of tomato pasta, she groaned.

— Damn it, Frank! — She exclaimed as she put on an apron. —I'll help, but he gets the best part

You laughed as you cleaned the counter and headed to the microwave, where you took out a plate already served. You approached your friend and handed it to her. —Thanks, Pipes.

She accepted your thanks with a mouthful and praised your culinary skills.

— Frank... has he said anything to you? — Piper asked once she swallowed the bite, noticing that strange tone, you glanced at her sideways.

—About what? — Anxiety rushed through your thoughts, and you turned quickly. — He doesn't like the food? Have I already annoyed him? Gods, I knew I looked weird doing it.

Piper shook her head and took a sip of water.

— None of that. I'm just asking... — That strange look again. You noticed her eyes changed from amber to green.

—No — you murmured, running your hand along the edge of the counter, feeling a certain heaviness in your stomach as you noticed the direction the conversation was heading. You didn't want to hear it, so you changed your gaze to Piper for a more upbeat one. — But it's okay like this. It's better if things are at ease, maybe after all, we shouldn't be anything more than friends.

Piper wanted to smack you on the head, she couldn't believe how blind you were. Nevertheless, she knew she had to let things work out on their own. The brunette approached you and caressed your cheek tenderly.

—Go give this to Frank before I snatch it and devour it all.

You let out a chuckle, releasing the tension that had built up in your body.

— Stay away from my macaroni — you scolded, and grabbed the dish. At the door frame, Piper called out to you, you looked at her as she stood on tiptoe and raised her fist encouragingly.

— He's going to love it! — She shouted, and you left the cafeteria in search of Frank.

As you approached the camp area, your steps quickened along with your pulse. Every time you saw him, it felt like walking on a tightrope with lions waiting below to catch you with their sharp teeth. Being with Frank was an explosion of emotions that were held back from being too obvious, the only demonstration of those was the stupid pasta you held.

You scanned your eyes for the boy, while also wanting to close them and pretend you hadn't found him, then Piper could devour the food. Now that you thought about it, in that circumstance, everyone would win. But as soon as you turned towards the Field of Mars, you saw him, and before you could run away, he noticed you too.

You mocked yourself.

Your legs began to weaken, but it wasn't a problem because Frank was already heading towards you with that charming smile that melted you like honey. You remembered a pickup line that would have been very good if only you weren't so bad with words.

—Uber Eats? — He teased mockingly. This time, he was in armor and his cape. "What a damned gem," you thought.

— I think you know it — you tried to respond in the same tone, but a stutter escaped your lips. The faster you delivered it, the better.

Frank's face changed completely, clearly noticing something in your attitude that afternoon. You extended the food, and he received it, momentarily touching your hands. The sensation made you shiver, but you controlled that feeling.

— Good luck, I'll see you later.

He grabbed your shoulder before you could turn away. His brown eyes remained open, filled with motivation.

— You give me this, but you never stay.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to understand both the words and the change in attitude. Frank let go of you and cleared his throat.

— What I mean is that I always end up with something you've cooked for me — he reaffirmed his grip on the dish and looked at it carefully before returning his eyes to yours, his mind trying to choose the right words, hoping not to ruin everything.— But I never get to share it with you. If we could, it would make me happy.

His cheeks turned pink, and you wanted to rub your eyes to make sure of what you were experiencing, but as soon as you considered the possibility, a wave of insecurity washed over your chest.

— I have to... go back to the cafeteria — you took a step back, and he grabbed your arm again. Frank was tired of letting you go and promised himself he wouldn't let it happen this time.

— You can't. You have a matter to discuss with the praetor.

That sentence surprised you as much as it did him.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, and the way Frank held that determined appearance made it impossible for you not to draw a smile. Although you weren't sure if it was out of nerves or because of how funny the situation seemed, maybe both.

— Oh, really? — You challenged. If he didn't let go willingly, maybe throwing him a bad flirtatious line would make him give up, although you weren't sure why you would want to waste something like that.

— Yes. Let's go or the conversation will go cold — he said, taking your hand and ignoring your desire to ruin the moment.

He dragged you to the common dining hall. At that hour it would be occupied only by the two of you.

Frank was a son of Mars. He was good at conspiring strategies against the enemy, and for some time now, he had decided that you were the enemy in this story. Approaching halfway, leaving him out of the game, now he wouldn't allow it, and finally, he could make his next move to you.

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Tell us, what is the thigh tat? Did he surprise her with it or did she sit and hold his hand through it?

it was a surprise!! and he got it a year or so into dating. your anniversary's in february, but it was actually a valentine's day thing that inspired it - after the melodrama thing, matty decided he wanted to listen to lorde more because you really like her, and idk something about 400 lux really resonated with him in regards to thinking about you. like, killing time and just existing with you is like his favourite thing ever, and you thought him voicing this to you was adorable; ergo, in a little note to him amidst his valentine's day present, you referenced the song and wrote "we're getting good at this", meaning being together as a couple in looooove, and (and this idea is from one of my lovely friends) that's what he got tattooed!! the placement isn't really significant other than the fact it's a free space and only you will really see it (yours, after all), and you really had no idea he was getting it because he told you he was just going in for touch-ups on some of his older, more faded tats. of course, when he came home looking all smug and showed you because he got too excited to make you guess as he had initially planned, you were so fucking excited, and touched - matty was lowkey terrified you hated it at first because you started crying, but when you sniffled "happy tears! i'm just overwhelmed you would do something so lovely for me" he pulled you into a big hug like "oh, my darling. course i'd do that, want you with me always!", bless him. and i think you get a tat in his writing of something, too; something makes me think it's "i like it like this" from sugar by my bloody valentine? idk. i think the two phrases work together nicely. v cute <3

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IDK IF YOURE STILL WRITING FOR MIZU BUT HANAHAKI DISEASE WITH MIZU (if you don’t write for her just take this as food for thought, idk if i used that phrase write i’ve only heard it used like 3 times my whole life) LIKE READER JUST STARTS COUGHING UP FLOWERS N SHIT BUT OFC ITS HANAHAKI SO SHE REFUSES TO TELL ANYONE UNTIL LAST MINUTE AND ENDS UP COMFESSING TO MIZU BUT BOOM MIZU LOVES HER BACK SO SHES SAVED‼️

pairing: mizu x hanahaki!fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, mentions of blood, throwing up

a/n: I LOOOOOVE HANAHAKI AS A CONCEPT. I LOVE WRITING IT. THANK YOU FOR THIS.

word count: 708 words/3,783 chracters

the flowers had started a week ago.

you always knew you loved her; ever since the moment she'd protected you in the deep, white depths of the japanese forest-- you knew. the moment you looked in those damn beautiful blue eyes of hers, you knew.

but you knew mizu didn't do "love". you didn't even know if she knew the meaning of the word, since she'd never been shown an ounce of love from this world. this world beat her down, shown her hate, and it had all been instilled in her ever since than.

you hated to see her like that. it hurt your heart.

more so, it felt like the breath was being knocked right out of you; your lungs being squeezed and flattened-- knowing the white lilies growing inside your lungs were the reason.

your love for mizu was suffocating you. and it would probably do so until the end of your life.

but to you... being able to show her that love, even if it did kill you, it was all worth it.

she had no clue about the flowers that'd you'd been hacking up for a week. when you would cough up the flowers, white lilies, you would quickly bury them in the snowy depths of the forest.

recently, blood started coming up with the flowers.

it really was starting to kill you.

currently you were sitting around the fire with mizu and ringo, trying to keep warm in camp. taigen was with you, too, but he was off trying to find something for you four to eat.

you could feel it in your throat. you didn't have enough time to run off and throw up.

placing a hand over your mouth, you weakly coughed, feeling the metal taste of blood on your tongue; and the soft petals of the lily on your cheeks.

"(y/n)?" mizu's raspy voice calls out to you. with your hand still on your mouth, you turn your gaze on her, "what is wrong? you've been acting off all damn weak."

you shake your head, as if to protest. but that was the worst idea you had ever had.

when your head moves, you start hacking up the flowers all over; some petals landing in the fire-- and blood dripping down your lips into the pristine soft ground.

mizu was immediately at your side, tugging you away from the fire to prevent you from falling in, "how long has this been happening?" her voice is firm and almost hostile, but you know better. that was mizu's way of showing concern.

"a-a week," you choke out, eyes flicking up to hers; where her glasses had fallen off in the snow from panic. you thought she'd go and pick them up, situate herself, but she didn't. she kept looking at you, blue eyes swirling with the upmost concern.

"and you didn't think to say anything." it was more of a statement then a question, "you could die," she grumbles out, "why would you just let yourself die?"

"because theres nothing that will fix it," you whisper, "you don't love me."

"you're just assuming things."

"no. I'm right."

"no, you're not," her thumb and forefinger move up to grip your chin, her eyebrows knitted together in an angry expression. not angry; thats the wrong word. frustrated.

"but you can't love me. you don't." you insist.

"but I do, you dipshit," mizu almost laughs. its more of a scoff.

"don't call me a dipshit." you grumble.

"you're acting like one." mizu shoots back, "i've never loved anyone. anything. not truly, at the least," she sighs. "but I love you."

you cough again, feeling more flowers push up from your throat. when they spatter on the ground, there was no blood. you place a hand on your throat, feeling your airway clear. she loved you.

she loved you.

"i-i love you," you whisper back, your tone soft and small tears in the corners of your eyes. her hands are placed on the small of your back, pulling you against her chest. your arms wrap around her neck, letting out a shuddering sigh into her skin.

she was the thing that was suffocating you. and also the only thing that made you breathe easy.

a/n: i kinda went a little off the og idea...... but..... i hope you like...