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[lovesick-desires]

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[doki-doki-imagines]

Can I ask Johnny, Tomas and maybe some others being mind numbingly in love with the reader??

Like theyre so in love they don't know how to act so they always make a fool of themselves and feel so stupid after???

author note: love this prompt. Added Liu Kang so I could write for my 3 fave boys🫶🏻.

Johnny Cage: -He doesn't leave you alone. His eyes always search for yours even for just a brief glance. -Johnny smiles way more around you and also listens to you like the universal truth is flowing from your lips. -Everybody can tell he has a crush on you. The problem is that nobody takes him seriously. -When you talk to Johnny face to face, he totally gets lost looking at your face. He has a dreamy expression and will totally bite his lower lip. -Damn, he doesn't remember a word you said, but he could listen to you the whole day. -Johnny shows off every time you get near him, blabbering on how good he is at everything. How can you not fall for such a dripilicious guy? -"Look at me, I'm winning this for you!" He's gonna lose. -But you can tell his sentiment is pure. Maybe calling it love is a stretch, but Johnny isn't joking…most of the time. -Even if he keeps failing wooing you, Johnny not gonna stop. He doesn't have any shame, so he doesn't mind failing. The moment of dejection always lasts very little.

Tomas Vrbada: -The guy gets obsessed. -He keeps glancing at you, but the moment you look back, Tomas turns his head down like a kid getting caught stealing from the cookie jar. -You fill his brain. Tomas trains? He thinks of you. He eats? He thinks that he'd like to share this delicious food with you. -And damn, when Tomas doesn't have any important mission going on, his mind starts to wander. He is like a schoolgirl jiggling and kicking his feet in the air every time you are just normally kind to him. -The kind that hugs his pillow when sleeping, thinking it is your body. -Tomas is down deep, so deep it reaches his knees, and he can't move. -He is a sweet guy, it happenes to him to stutter and for his cheeks to get tomato red, but Tomas is reaching new peaks. -Once Tomas was talking with Liang at Wu Shi Academy. He turned his head and his grey-ish eyes locked on yours, Tomas then missed a step and fell down the stairs rolling directly at your feet. -Tomas knows he looks like a fool, but it's not like he is doing that on purpose. He'd gladly smash his head against concrete if that would make him go normal. -Thankfully, Tomas will get normal, that you like him back or not, but before reaching that point, there is a long road ahead…

Liu Kang: -After living for so long, after shaping so many timelines, Liu Kang thought to have learnt from his and others' mistakes. -You never have a part in his life, that's why it comes as a surprise when you both start to work together. -It wasn't planned, Liu Kang didn't have to pull any strings. You just…happened. -And something blossomed in Liu Kang's heart, a feeling he once felt but forgot for aeons. -He is in love. -Liu Kang may have lived for centuries, but he didn't gain any rizz. His good boy charm long forgotten since he became a god. He is still nice but much less loose. -And it shows. -Should he give you gifts? But what should he buy? Looking at your life in the hourglass wouldn't be right. But the temptation is high. -At times, Liu Kang is just chatting with you, and something shiver inducing (and not for pleasure) slips out his mouth. Obviously, Liu Kang notices but a minute to late. He'll gladly dig his own grave with his bare hands. -He is so fucking sure one day you'll tell him to stop bothering you. -Liu Kang desire to touch you is immense, but you still haven't reached that point in your relationship. -When you sit next to each other, drinking a hot beverage, every fibre in Liu Kang's body screams to touch you. Tracing the lines of your face with his fingertips, brushing away the hair that hides your face, losing himself in your eyes. -Liu Kang is lovesick. -Every step to make you close is really hard for him, so blinded by his own feelings that he doesn't see that they are reciprocated. -You'll totally need to take the first step.

[strawberries-and-summer-days]

"Beach days"

Pairing: Show!Luke Castellan x fem!reader

Summary: you and luke have grown up and have moved to the sea and started a small family together. And you spend a day at the beach.

Contains: Kisses, fluff, babies, and more fluff!

Word Count: 790

A/N: um so this is my first ever (idk even know what to call this) but i hope you like it!! its like 11:30pm when im writing this - so if there are any mistakes its cause im sleep deprived. The baby is a girl and takes after luke in looks. Also i don't know too much abt the percy jackson series so this might not be really accurate :) btw the baby's name is sunny.

You watch as Luke meanders around the kitchen, a baby sleeping soundly on his shoulder. A soft smile spreads on your face and a surge of love for the boy making pancakes across from you hits you in the chest.

"What?" he asks when he notices you staring.

"Nothing," you say, running your finger over the bench. "Just wondering what we're going to do today."

Luke smiles at you, his black curls falling lightly over his face. "i was thinking we could down to the beach and have a day with this little one," he says kissing your little girl on the head. He turns his back to you and continues to fuss over the pancakes he forgot to flip over "Ah damn."

You smile and slip off the stool you're sitting on and walk around the counter wrapping your arms around his waist and breathing in his scent. It always calms you - his scent - it brings a certain feeling of peace you've always craved.

"Mmm you're most definitely burning those pancakes," you tease, placing a small kiss on his shoulder before slipping away to get changed.

"Hey, not so fast!" Luke grins when you try to escape. "Y/N you are not leaving this kitchen without giving me a kiss." A giggle escapes your lips before you raise up onto your toes and press a light kiss onto his mouth.

"Will that satisfy your needs?" you ask. Luke's eyes burn with desire, "Definitely not, but I'll allow this to pass, just this once." You smile innocently up at him and gently take the baby from his shoulder.

"Hi my baby, hi Sunny baby," you say to the small child in your arms. "Let's get changed, hey? We're going to the beach today!" You gently press a kiss onto her forehead and sway out of the room blabbering softly to your baby.

Luke watches you leave the room with a lovesick expression on his face. He never would have thought the girl he met one day on the beach, reading a book, would be the love of his life, or that she would be holding their child, chatting to her about how much fun they're going to have at the beach today.

He turns back around to focus on the now burnt pancakes. He sighs, turning off the stove and placing the burnt pancake in the trash and moving the non-burnt ones into a container and places them in a bag to take to the beach, before slipping upstairs to change himself.

Luke walks into the room and falters slightly when he sees you. You're sitting on your bed in a blue and white swimsuit cooing over your baby girl in matching swimwear. "Aww doesn't Sunny look adorable?" you laugh when you notice Luke standing in the doorway.

"She's beautiful," Luke says, you're expecting him to be looking at the baby but instead he's looking directly at you. "So very, very beautiful." A blush creeps up onto your cheeks and you stand up putting the baby on your hip and walk over to Luke placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"You're the best," you smile and start dancing around the room with the baby, laughing. Luke grins and changes into his swimwear before he joins you two dancing around smiling like a carefree kid. You love when he's like this just... him.

Sunny is sleeping in her carrier and you and Luke are sitting at the water's edge. Your head is resting on his shoulder and he is running his fingers absent-mindedly over your leg leaving tingles along where he's touched.

"I love you," he says suddenly standing up and helping you up too. You look up at him and feel a surge of love and adoration for the boy standing in front of you.

"I love you too," you say and press a kiss onto his lips. Luke wraps his hands around your waist and starts to sway with you dancing slightly. You rest your head on his shirtless chest, closing your eyes and breathing in this moment.

Luke rests his chin on your head and whispers. "I love you so much Y/N. You're a star in my darkness, my true light, my love, my life, my everything."

Tears well up in your eyes. As you look up to Luke. He has tears in his own eyes and is staring at you with a look of reverence. "You are my everything," you say back to him cupping his cheek with your hand and placing a kiss to his mouth. Savouring this little moment between the two of you, Luke kisses you back, fervently, pulling back only to pull you into a tight hug.

Sunny's disgruntled cries from the carrier break your small bubble of peace, and you pull away from Luke to pick her up. The small baby sitting on your hip as you walk back over to a now grinning Luke. "Hi Sunny baby," he says, taking the baby from you and wrapping an arm around your hips.

"My girls ready for a swim?" he says, gripping your waist and pulling you flush against his side. Sunny babbles happily in his arms and Luke places the softest kiss on her cheek before he gently places her into the shallow water letting her splash.

Moments like these make you the happiest. Where you both are grinning like idiots and just being with each other. Just being Luke and Y/N.

[chuunai]

hello !! idk if you’ll see this but for the 100 followers celebration, may i please request pm! chuuya + (17) wondering if they deserve you or not + (6) “just look at you, then look at me” ?? maybe it’s like he gets doubts and worries, especially when he sees reader getting interactions with others and considering his job and what it means for the reader? but… um, could it end with fluff, please? also, could it be a fanfic, pretty please? i do apologize if this is way too specific !!

once again, congratulations on 100 followers, you totally deserve it, your writing is absolute heaven !! have a nice day/night/afternoon !!

I love specific people and things no worries and thank you I adore your fanfics too!

✧˚ · . right by you - chuya nakahara

he doesn’t deserve you. not when you’re so good.

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, unrequited love (supposedly), SFW → minor (barely any) angst with happy ending.

Chuuya Nakahara didn’t deserve you.

Nor the air you breathed, or the space you shared with him at the Port Mafia. He didn’t deserve any of that.

Chuuya had always considered himself an okay person. He killed people, but it was for the sake of Yokohama’s safety—subsequently, your safety. In the eyes of others, he’s a piece of shit through and through (that, he doesn’t deny). But in your eyes, he’s just a guy trying to do what’s best for his subordinates and city. In your eyes, he’s just Chuuya.

It’s a bit odd, honestly.

Having feelings for his subordinate.

It fucked with his mind too.

The Port Mafia was no place for love. Look at Higuchi pining over Akutagawa like a lovesick high schooler—that’s clearly going nowhere. So it’s not like he’d have a chance with you, anyway. Not when you’re so good, too. So, so much better than he ever could be.

Someone like you—who regularly brought cookies to the Mafia’s HQ to ‘boost morale’—didn’t deserve a fake human like him. One who was a vessel of a god. The fake Chuuya Nakahara. No matter how much evidence said he was the real one, he couldn’t believe it. Just look at him, then at you. No, you’re the real human.

And he’s a fucked up mess that also happens to be a murderer.

Great boyfriend material.

In the middle of his self-deprecation, a knock hit his door. Probably Tachihara, that smug bastard. Not like he was doing anything, anyways. Taking one last look at the ceiling of his office, Chuuya called out.

“Yeah yeah, door’s open. Come in.”

Instead of that redhead, it was you.

Shit.

He was sure your shift was over. It was what, eight at night now? You got off right around now, so you had no reason to see him. Yet his cheeks flushed up anyway as a pointless attempt at faking a cough was done to hide the obvious reddening. Mentally cursing himself for for being so childlike with his feelings, he sat up in his chair, pretending to write on a document.

“Need something?”

He’d do it. Just ask. Wait—that’s pathetic.

“No, but the others and I are going out to drink. You wanna come?”

Chuuya perked up immediately, already imagining the taste of red wine sliding down his throat and warming up his body. He loved drinking. Helped to get his mind off his problems—namely, you. His fingers drummed on the wood of his desk, a small hum drifting from his lips as he thought of the potential consequences.

He could get drunk and act stupid in front of you. Or accidentally harass you. Or end up blabbering his head off about Dazai again. Or-

Snapping out of his daze when he saw you awkwardly standing there waiting for his response, he shrugged.

Fuck it. It’d be fine.

“Sure. Usual bar?”

You nodded, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves. You always did that when you were nervous. A small wave of worry washed over him. Did he make you nervous? Shitshitshit. What’d he do?

Standing up, he quickly organized some papers—recent missions and current objectives—into piles on his desk, palms slightly sweaty from the fact that you were watching him. Chuuya didn’t like how he always was a wreck around you. It wasn’t gonna make him good in your eyes, is what he thought. Lord, he wished he knew what would make you like—no, love—him back.

“Let’s go now then, yeah? We can get a head start on the others. Don’t want Tachihara to brag his ass off about being first again.”

He offered a small attempt at a smile, cheeks rosy and all. It was nothing compared to when you smiled, though. Like an angel. His angel. Holy fuck. He’s really gotta stop daydreaming about you when you were in the damn room with him.

Leading the way, he carefully kept to your side throughout the long hallways of the Port Mafia’s HQ, occasionally stopping to discuss a quick matter or two with one of his assistants. When someone bumped into you, he hesitantly placed a hand on your back to keep you steady and remind the other grunts that you were under his protection.

Although that still didn’t stop the dreamy stares at you.

Or the jealousy that Chuuya felt after. He knew that he wasn’t good enough for you, and he respected that. But these guys didn’t. No, they thought they somehow had a chance with you—a living, breathing angel—and that irked him. Shouldn’t they be grateful for just getting to see you? He was, anyway. He’d take all that he could get.

Including this short walk.

Lasting for only three minutes or so, soon you two were out in the chilly night air of the parking lot. You shivered a bit, cheeks and nose turning red and numb from the coldness. Chuuya couldn’t help himself as he nudged you closer to his side to be a bit more warm. Kouyou always said he was a human oven, after all. Walking to his car—nothing too fancy, yet not quite cheap—, like a true gentleman, he opened the door for you to sit in the front passenger seat next to him.

He always drove you to the bars. You always drove him back.

A fair deal, in his opinion.

Starting up the engine, Chuuya sneaked a glance at your profile. Nose tinted with red, cheeks puffy from the cold and eyes staring back at him. Wait. Huh? His face went red. Again. Now the both of you were flushed, and not from the cold.

“Want my coat? You uh, seem pretty cold.”

Please don’t say no, please don’t say no, please don’t-

“Yeah. Please.”

Chuuya shrugged off his black coat, carefully laying it on top of you like a cozy blanket. His hands brushed against your arms as he snugly placed it on you. You looked good under it.

“We’ll warm up with the alcohol later. I know you don’t like whiskey, but a shot should warm you up.”

You made a face, sticking out your tongue and giggling slightly while he started up the car, slowly backing out of his parking spot.

“That’s shit’s nasty, Chuuya-kun. Just like your wine.”

If Chuuya had one complaint about you, it’s that you didn’t like red wine.

“It’s an acquired taste, you brat. If you’d try it out more often, you’d like it.”

His heart warmed up at the sight of your smile, making sure to keep up the banter between you two as he drove to the nearby bar. His fingers twitched, aching to hold yours. To warm you up, too. He didn’t want his coat hugging you. Chuuya wanted to hug you. Was that too creepy? Hopefully not.

Traffic was a shitshow. Both of you agreed that more and more idiots were on the road lately, cursing at the car in-front of you. Thankfully, it didn’t last too long. Ten minutes later and he was pulling into the familiar parking lot of the same bar you two had been going to for a while with the others. A nice small corner bar, retro and one that didn’t mind their eccentricity.

Chuuya didn’t take back his coat from you as you wore it inside.

Ushering you into their usual corner booth, he ordered you two a small drink to start—just a vodka soda. Nothing too much. Although it got him slightly buzzed, a warm feeling calming him down a bit as he sipped. It felt nice. Just the two of you. No rowdy Tachihara. No Higuchi simping over Akutagawa or Gin staring at everyone.

Just you two.

“So uh, when are the others getting here?”

How much time did he have with you alone is what he really meant.

“Oh- let me check real quick. Sorry.”

Chuuya watched as you reached into your purse, grabbing your phone and probably texting Higuchi. A small frown came upon your lips after a minute. Nuh-uh. He’d kill whatever made you frown.

“Eh? Why’re you frowning? We’re drinking, cheer up a bit.”

You looked back at him sheepishly, scooting a bit closer to him.

“Well, apparently Akutagawa got sick so now Gin is taking care of him and Higuchi is worrying so she doesn’t want to come and Tachihara suddenly got busy out of nowhere.”

Yes! Yes yes yes! Just him and you now.

“Sucks. But the two of us are here, right?”

Chuuya was currently praying to God that you’d stay.

“Guess so. Should we order stronger drinks, then? I don’t wanna be sober.”

He now believed in God.

And so you drank. Him with his signature red wine, and you with your preferred drink of choice. Chuuya obviously got drunk first, with the redhead showing signs of intoxication while he got clingy with you. You were equally drunk, and didn’t care that much. So he clung into your arm like a baby while you braided his hair poorly.

“God, your hair is so pretty, Chuuya.”

Ooohh. You called his hair pretty.

“Is the rest of me not pretty?”

He pouted, tugging at your sleeve and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Huh? I didn’t say that. You’re really pretty. Super pretty.”

Wow. He’s super pretty now.

“Well, I think you’re pretty too.”

His face flushed, suddenly realizing what he said as he buried his face in your shoulder, squeezing your arm for reassurance. Why did he say that? Why did he say that!? Stupid alcohol. It made him talk so dumb like this. He didn’t talk like this when the others were around to keep him in check. Shit. Maybe he should’ve have drunk so much.

“You do?”

You looked down at him, fingers momentarily stopping their crafting of his braid.

“Mhm.”

A small shy mumble was all he managed to utter.

“You’re so cute! This is why I like you, y’know.”

His head snapped up immediately. No way in fucking hell were you gonna leave him on a bombshell like that.

“You like me?”

For the second time today, Chuuya was praying to God that you liked him romantically.

“Yep.”

Not helpful.

“But…like a friend? Or uh- romantically.”

Well. He said it. Fuck him. No way you’d like him back.

“Uh.”

Some silence from you.

“I’m not saying.”

Oh yes, yes you fucking were gonna say.

“C’mon, tell me. Pleaseeee?”

Puppy eyed Chuuya. He used this to get out of trouble with Kouyou. Surely, it’d work on you?

“Fine. You’re a bitch, but jesus, I like you romantically.”

Chuuya Nakahara was sure he was at Heaven now. No way you—his angel—just confessed to him. Albeit drunk. But still a confession. One of his hands slowly crept onto yours, lacing your fingers together. He was in bliss, basking in your warmth and ignoring the other rowdy patrons of the bar. You just confessed to him. You like him back.

You like him back.

When he finally got back to his senses and opened his mouth to say that he liked—no, loved—you too, his ears picked up on a small snore from you. Did you seriously fall asleep? You had done it before during previous get togethers, but now? A small smile crept onto his face. Whatever. It didn’t matter. He’d tell you tomorrow.

He’d confess back, take you on a date and prove his worth to you.

Because maybe Chuuya Nakahara could learn how to love like you.

Just maybe.

taglist: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts

[thechaoticplayer]

claude and wilson

Author's note: was inspired to write this shit last month gang let's go hard 🙏

Summary: they like pretty women making them cry

Contains: NFSW content, quick drabble × headcanons, fem reader, bullying them just a tad, sub Yu Q. Wilson, sub Claude Clawmark

Claude Clawmark

Lawd have mercy upon he

Your walls fluttering around his cock, milking him continuously over and over again

Bouncing up and down on his length, tits on full display, skin slapping skin so intimately

His hands are clutching onto your hips for dear life, nails deep in your skin and leaving small traces of pain that didn't even bother you as you ride him silly

Hes crying, sobbing as you force him to cum yet again

"Baby, please," he sobs, his whole body shaking. "Please it's too m-much!"

You stop, blowing hair out of your face. "You want me to stop? Tsk."

A roll of your hips cause him to throw his head back with a high pitched moan.

"I say when it's time to stop."

He loves it when you're rough with him, he has hint it to you before so now you're giving it to him

He'll praise you a lot when you do stuff like this

"A-ah! Just like that! fuck! pleasepleaseplease... "

When you're just sitting on his lap he cant help but get a little handsy

And obviously you let him go along with it until you decide enough is enough and fuck him till hes beggin for you to stop (which you wont)

he fucking lets out the most guttural moan when he cums inside you again, having to lean back in the chair for support as his eyes roll to the back of his head

He'll cuddle you so hard afterwards, face buried in your chest like a cute little lovesick puppet

Yu. Q Wilson

this boy shall whimper and fucking MOAN LIKE A LITTLE BITCHHH

He'd cum to just you touching his hard length

Fisting him so gently and so softly, he basically ruts into your hand like a dog in heat

Hed practically beg you to be rougher with him

Who are you to say no?

So now you're edging him and edging him over and over again

Tears roll down his face as you stop your actions for what seems the 10th time and he whines, bucking up his hips to your hand

"Down, pretty boy," you purr as his leg muscles spasm

"Please please, I wanna cum so badly," he whimpers, gripping the bed sheets hard as you towered over him

"You can and you will."

You edge him even more after that but finally let him cum

He sobs as strings of his seed cover your hand, back arched and he muffles his sinful noises with a hand

Licking up his juices just cause the poor boy to blabber thoughtlessly

it turns him on so much when you treat him like your own personal fuck toy

You fucked him dumb ♡

Like claude, hed snuggle up against you and kiss your hands and face afterwards like a cutie

[scented-morker]

Tipsy Love Songs

you come to keep tipsy mark company in the studio, and he’s just so in love with you he can’t think about anything else… idol!mark x gn!reader, mark the emotional and lovesick drunk, embarrassing pet names, just very fluffy and whipped mark. 722 words

You always thought Mark was joking when you’d ask about some of the lines from NCT songs and he’d say he was probably drunk when he wrote them.

It’s not that he would party on the job, but sometimes when the words just weren’t there and they were struggling to get anything going, the producer would get both himself and mark a glass of wine or soju. This way they could relax and stop trying so hard to force something.

Apparently, he had done so tonight, except now his wife had called him home with a sick kid and he had to leave immediately. Not wanting Mark to be alone, he’d asked if there was anyone he could call to keep him company.

Which is how you ended up on the sixth floor of SM, putting the code Mark had texted you into the keypad and taking your shoes off at the door.

“Hi baby,” you greeted softly, feeling the need to keep your voice down as the room was dim and Mark seemed occupied with his headphones on and fingers dancing along the soundboard.

You weren’t even sure if he heard you, as he made no attempt at responding or even acknowledging your presence. So you continued to just stand there, waiting for some acknowledgment or instruction.

He still doesn’t speak, but turns a few inches in his chair, untucking his legs from under the desk and gesturing for you to come over.

He looks up at you when you make your way over, and you swear he's got the whole world in his eyes at the moment, shiny and round and staring at you.

“Hi baby,” it’s only then that you notice he might be a little tipsy, blushed cheeks and giggles leaving his lips as soon as the words make it out.

He grabs your waist and guides you down to his lap, tucking you into his chest with your legs between his own before swiveling his chair back to face the board.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He chatters excitedly, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I was trying to write this love song but I couldn’t do it! Nothing rhymes with your name!!”

He seems angry at this fact, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed into an angry pout. He looks so cute you wish you could be in the studio with him everyday.

“Baby, you can’t put my name in the song.”

He looks even madder when you say that, and you have to turn your head to not laugh in his face.

“Why not?!”

“Because your fans don’t know we’re dating.”

“Why not?!”

“Because they’re protective over you.”

“But you’d never hurt me!” He says it with such certainty, glossy eyes looking into yours.

“That’s right. I never will,” you coo in your gentlest voice, wiping his under eyes with a soft touch, “Why are you crying markie?”

He sniffles, “I’m sad they think you’d hurt me.”

You think you’re going to explode if he says anything else, and you’re positive your eyes have been replaced with little hearts by this point.

“It’s okay, they don’t know us, they just want to make sure you guys are happy.”

“You make me happy!!” He’s never said those words to you quite as aggressively before, but you appreciate the sentiment.

“You make me happy too,” You place a soft kiss on his cheek and relish in the way his whole demeanor lights up, “Why don’t you finish up with your song hm? Then I can take you home.”

“I will! I’ll tell them how you’ll never hurt me! And always make me happy!”

You sit there for another hour, giggling in Marks lap as he raps some of the most juvenile and lovesick words you’ve ever heard, pausing mid phrase to kiss your forehead every five seconds before finishing the line.

He’s completely happy with the end result, putting his headphones on you and making you listen to it before blabbering about how he thinks it’s his “best song yet” as you drive him back to your apartment.

The next day he’s told you’re never allowed in the studio with him again because he spent twenty minutes singing about how good you smell, how good of a kisser you are, how good his dinner tastes when you cook it, how warm you felt on his lap at the moment— nothing usable.

[mypimpademia]

OOH okay okay can u write a drabble or headcanon set (whichever u like!!) of gojo being just. DISGUSTINGLY affectionate, like so fluffy and dramatic and sweet i could get cavities? thank you!! <3

— Infinity & Beyond

Gojo x gn!reader

TW: a singular swear word

Notes: kinda hcs? Technically just a bunch of little soft blurbs on things the gojo does. Admittedly, I haven't watched jjk or written for it in a FAT min and I kinda tried something new w this? but I hope you enjoy boo😭🤞🏾💖

Gojos really just a lovesick dork in this whole thing

⇶ Gojo Satoru was an absolute anomaly.

⇶ Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in the world, who constantly found himself brought to his knees by you

⇶ Gojo Satoru who's heart nearly stopped when he met you

⇶ Gojo Satoru, the flirt, who never even thought to look in another person's direction after meeting you

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who was always blabbering about something, but was rendered speechless in your presence

⇶ Gojo Satoru who stammered and blushed, when he finally brought himself to ask you on a date

⇶ Gojo Satoru who brought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers (he asked around), and presented them to you in a stupid French accent

⇶ Gojo Satoru who took you to a fancy restaurant, and managed keep a poker face the entire night, despite his racing heart

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who had the waiter bring out a random heart shaped dessert as a surprise, and gave himself a silent pat on the back when you asked how he knew it was your favorite

⇶ Gojo Satoru who practically melted when you took that first bite and smiled and hummed in satisfaction

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who's poker face absolutely shattered, when you offered a piece of the dessert on your fork/spoon to him, already holding it out to him

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who happily took the bite, only to think:

"Ya know... We basically just kissed."

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who turned beet red when you laughed and playfully called him a dork, because he didn't just say it in his head

⇶ Gojo Satoru who finally got that kiss he felt like he'd been dreaming of forever, and was floating all the way into the next day

⇶ Gojo Satoru who's heart nearly leapt from his chest after he eventually worked up the courage to ask you to be his s/o. And you said yes.

⇶ Gojo Satoru who would literally not let go of you once he had you

⇶ Gojo Satoru who comes up to you at any given moment, wrapping around you, and hands settling just under your bellybutton before locking together

⇶ Gojo Satoru who, despite being over 6 ft tall, is often the little spoon. Often being found wrapped in your arms in a sweethearts cradle, snoring softly

⇶ Gojo Satoru who will not let go of you in the mornings, and swears he'll die if you leave him

"Satoru..." You groaned.

"Hmm?" The man who had his arms firmly locked around you hummed.

"Can you please let me go? I have to pee so badly." You fake pleaded.

Satoru has had you in his grip for nearly an hour now, and scrawny as the man may seem, damn was he strong.

"Noooo." He whined, burying his face into your neck.

"Toru, baby, 'm gonna be late for work." You told him, once again trying to break free of his grasp. To no avail, of course, especially not when his pale arms wrapped around you even tighter.

"Nooo, please don't leave me, Y/n. I'm not even working today, so why should you? Who's gonna cuddle with me? Who am I gonna bother?" Satoru wailed, in an almost childlike manner before peppering kisses all over your face.

At this point? You both knew he wasn't going to give up, especially not now. And as irritating as he could be at (most) times, you just couldn't say no to him.

"Okay, fine. I'll call in sick." You relented.

Satoru whispered a victorious 'yes' to himself, then pressed his lips to yours, making a dramatic smooching affect.

You both chuckled as he pulled back, and you swiped a thumb over his now reddening lips.

"But really, can I go pee? I actually kinda have to go." You told him.

Watching his face morph into the expression of that of a sad puppy, you knew exactly what was coming next.

"... Can I come?"

⇶ Gojo Satoru who absolutely insists on kissing every inch of you, everyday

⇶ Gojo Satoru who kisses you till both your lips are sensitive and near bruised

⇶ Gojo Satoru who suggested doing movies nights with you every Friday

⇶ Gojo Satoru who spends his Friday nights, laying between your thighs, his head on your chest and both of you wrapped in a soft blanket

⇶ Gojo Satoru who let's the first 'I love you' of your relationship slip over a dumb joke he laughed at harder than he should have

Your boyfriend was currently doubled over laughing on the ground, back hunched and holding his stomach as he wheezed.

Just moments before, the two of you were cuddled up watching Toy Story. You were about half way through the movie, making jokes as always. Until you made a stupid joke about Buzz that Satoru found all too funny.

Admittedly, you were laughing right with him. But not because it was that funny, but because his laugh was so ugly.

It was somewhere between a wheeze and and the sound a zipper makes when you run a pencil across it, mixed with gasps of air in between.

You both had tears in your eyes as you began to finally calm down, catching your breath in gulps.

"Ahh, God that was too funny. This is exactly why I love you." Satoru sighed.

You both sat in silence, taking in what he had just said before you both glanced at each other, eyes blown wide.

Satoru's face was flushed pink. He didn't regret saying it, because it was true. But confident as he normally was, he wasn't sure if that was something you were ready for yet.

"Wait- I'm sorry– I didn't mean to say th—"

Before he could get another word out, you bent over and sealed his lips with yours.

"I love you too." You told him.

Satoru's face relaxed, before shaping itself into a dorky smile.

"To infinity and beyond?" He asked you, conveniently uttering it at the same time Buzz did in the movie.

You both laughed at, before giving each other one more kiss.

"To infinity and beyond, Gojo Satoru."

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[luwritesomething]

hiiiii your blog is truly *chef’s kiss* (but i’m sure you already know that!!) this is so specific but could you write a dodge fic where maybe he has too much to drink and he’s just a blabbering mess and doesn’t want to sleep? i saw another fic like that and it would be so cute with dodge i think. have a fabulous day!

Dodge Mason x Reader: Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts.

Words: 494 (short, i know.)

Warning: not proof-read, fluff, very very short.

Summary: Dodge drinks too much and then he doesn't want to go to sleep.

Author's note: Thank you so so much for your compliments! And I'm so sorry I answered to this ask months later... I've been feeling pretty unmotivated lately but now I'm back. Hope someone likes this. I'm sorry it's so short, too, it feels dumb.

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“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” You laughed, trying to move your boyfriend from the front door, which had taken too long to open, to move. 

Dodge giggled under his breath like what you had said were the most funny words in existence for him, and with a little content smile on your face, you closed the door without letting go of the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders so he wouldn’t fall. Saying he had had too many shots was… well, the truth, but considering he rarely went out or drank, it was different in a good way seeing him like this. You were just hoping he wouldn’t start throwing up. 

He was still laughing and happy as you put your arm around his shoulders to make the hold more stable. However, when you started to move towards your bedroom, Dodge started showing resistance and not helping at all, unlike what he had been doing back when you were walking the dark streets. 

“Dodge, c’mon.” You laughed, still sure about your idea of putting him in your bed so he could rest a bit. 

“No, I don’t wanna go to sleep, I– no.” Dodge got rid of your hold and turned around, entering the living room instead of continuing through the hallway, still muttering things that escaped your hearing. 

You sighed softly before following him closely, watching how he was able to maintain his posture for some seconds before threatening to fall, then doing so in the coach. His dramatical fall let you know he wasn’t hurt and was kind of playing with you in that moment, and a smile slipped into your face as you sat next to the couch where he was laying now. 

When you looked at him, you found him smiling and already staring at you, as intensely as ever. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” You felt the heat in your body, embarrassed by his kind words, spoken so nonchalantly and lovesick.

“Thanks.” You murmured, and he said something about tea and stars, but it made no sense to you. It probably meant something for him. “You need to go to sleep, Dodge.”

“No!” His boyish smile was beautiful as he turned to you in the comfort of your couch, occupying his whole face. God, he was so pretty, even when drunk. “You need to sleep.”

A giggle escaped your mouth. “I do, that’s why I want you to come with me to bed, too.”

“But I don’t– want to.” The hiccup he let out in the middle of his words made you laugh longer than it probably should, because when you looked at him afterwards his eyes had a confused glimmer on them. “What?”

“What?”

“I love you.” Dodge’s eyes shone wildly as he muttered the words, so low he was probably sure you hadn’t heard him. You of course did, however.

Your hand slipped to his hair and caressed softly, lovingly. “I know. I love you too.”

[chxrlynn]

being in a relationship with them

characters : shanks & nico robin

warnings : none? 15+ ig?

a/n : thank you so much for the request and support @shankspants!! couldn't have reached 50 without you ^^. i was a lil bored so i did both, i hope this pleases you! it was fun writing for them and i got all soft and a little carried away with listing so it's a lil long. lowkey think it's kinda boring for standards but i hope you still enjoy them! have a great day, mwah <3!

reblogs, likes, and replies are appreciated! <33

shanks

if you're shorter than him, he always rests his head on the crown of your head or shoulders.

if you're taller than him, please rest your head on his head or shoulder.

his love language (giving) is everything and (receiving) anything BUT physical affection is his favorite to give and receive (followed by quality time).

definitely an ass guy.

smacks your ass everytime you or him walk pass each other.

lays his head on your ass when he catches you lying on your stomach.

likes to rub your belly <3.

you either have to be a heavy sleeper or patient as fuck .

you can't cuddle with him because he sleeps in a starfish position.

this man snores like a dragon and sleeps like a rock.

refuses to believe he beats kaido in snoring even if the whole ship complains about it.

loves it when your fingers get lost in his red locks.

as much as he's loud and can't shut up, he loves sitting in silence with you at night.

drunk shanks if just an even more lovesick idiot.

peppers your face with kisses and will die if you do the same.

his weak spots to be kissed at are his scar and left shoulder.

will also die if you carry him bridal style.

at this point, just consider luffy as the son you never met.

loves to wear matching pieces clothing.

falls in love all over again when he sees you clapping someone's ass.

benn is either happy someone else has to deal with shanks or disappointed because he has another shanks to deal with.

he loves kissing your neck and collarbone.

a LOT if i love you's everyday :((.

because this man refuses to let you forget or feel unloved

uses conqueror's to fuck with you and loves your reaction.

lord, if someone hurts you...

well, he's an emperor for a reason!

tell him he's hot when he gets all serious and cocky, and his lips are suddenly on yours

present or not present, he blabbers about you day and night to his crew.

"captain, please, respectfully, shut the fuck up."

"and they-" "suddenly punched the asshole and clapped his ass no problem. damn, i fell in love all over again because that was hot as fuck, yes, we know. you told us for the 4th time today."

whenever you argue, it's most likely him thinking your overdramatic and you thinking he's dense, OR VICE VERSA.

all arguements ends with kisses or more ;)

his title doesn't matter when he's with you.

he's just shanks, the love of your life.

i feel like shanks is the type of person who won't date anyone unless he's sure to marry them

so... CONGRATULATIONS!!!

if you show interest in luffy and remember something about luffy that he told you, he'll get all giddy and laugh.

praise him and you might get whatever you want ;).

nico robin

QUALITY TIME IS HER LOVE LANGUAGE

followed by (giving) acts over service then physical touch.

when you're not in the same room, she checks up on you with her ability from time to time.

scares you the fuck up because you'd be concentrating and then

"would you like to have a tea or snacks?" somewhere in the room.

"are you looking for this?" a finger points to something you were looking for.

"need me to help?" cue two arms emerging from your table .

all in all, just loves to help you in any way possible.

when you call her mommy be it as a joke or for real, she teases you back with some "ara, ara".

lowkey loves it when you cling to her.

knows the language of flowers and uses it even if you don't know shit.

touchstarve, obviously.

remember when i said sometimes hands, eyes, or lips pop out of nowhere in the room your in?

will melt if you intertwine your fingers around her bloomed ones.

holds hands with you even if you're across the sunny.

ALWAYS smiling when she's around you.

you and the crew made life so much worth living and she thinks a smile is the least she can do for you.

sometimes, her cheeks hurt but she can't help it.

she'll always have your back, no matter what.

she's your bestfriend, s/o, fiancee (but you don't know that yet, emotional support and rock.

whenever you (RARELY) argue, you'd probably be irked at how calm she is.

that's just how she is, please understsnd her.

best cuddler because that ability of her can do wonders ;).

gets cold easily, please warm her up.

loves to kiss your hands and hairline.

face each other in bed and nose to nose? dies.

whenever she senses you're down and across the room, she just opens her arms and you just run into them

if you love to read or interested in reading, that's probably her favorite past time with you (ft. chopper).

god tier book recommendations, 100% guaranteed good reads.

look, she's happy to be alive right now with you and the crew BUT

tell her how much you're glad she's alive, and a few tears may or may not form.

GARDEN WITH HER, I REPEAT GARDEN WITH HER.

she's growing your favorite plant, doesn't care if it's a flower or weed, she WILL plant it and she WILL make it bloom.

teatime ft. brook ^^

her favorite spot is the aquarium bar.

loves to wear matching accessories with you.

can't keep her hands off of you.

play with her hair but never with her heart.

would love to have a kid someday (adopted or not).

kisses you out of the blue.

she's just a darling to have around.

at first, a little closed off emotionally but you'll get there slowly :)).

please don't hurt her :(.

[lovesick-desires]

I want a break from arcane for a second damn lol

Also dw chapter 3 of valetudinarianism will be popping out in about a week. I’m just sick

[old-hyper-super-clover]

Nishinoya Yuu × GN!, foreign student Reader

Oh boi... This is my first Haikyuu story, so I'm kinda nervous... But I had this cute idea a while ago and since my Noya brainrot is strong currently, I wrote it out!

We all know Nishinoya Yuu is a brave, act first, think never later kinda guy. He knew that himself, and took quite the pride in his personal growth of challenging his fears. He wasn't afraid to tackle troublesome tasks, or stand up to his feelings.

It truly caught him off guard when, one day, he felt this overwhelming feeling of fear crawling up inside him. And, what's more, it was his dearest person that made him feel this way... You.

You were a foreign exchange student that transferred to Karasuno a while ago. You got involved with its Volleyball team, and thus ended up meeting Nishinoya.

He fell for you quicker than he could comprehend... And he fell hard.

From your personality, to your looks and all the way to your specific little quirks, he fell for every bit of you over and over. He was so fond of you, that, whenever you two ended up alone or in a potentially intimate situation, he was... Speechless. Flustered. His thoughts were stumbling over themselves in a pace quicker than is racing heartbeat.

It drove him crazy.

Noya wanted to get it out of his system. Wanted to tell you, express how much he cherished you -- but worry was settled deep in his stomach.

And so he kept thinking of ways to confess, asked Tanaka for advice, searching all sorts of websites for inspiration... Worrying that nothing would be good enough for the perfection that you were in his eyes.

Sighing, Noya decided to let the matter be for the rest of the day. It was late anyway, and he was tired from practice. Scribbling in his notebook, he was so lovesick he kept drawing little hearts over the whole page.

I wonder how you say 'I love you' in their language, Noya thought, seconds later unlocking his phone to ask the internet for help. A slight blush on his face, he kept reading the words, listened to its pronunciation and practised writing and saying it.

He ended up falling asleep at his desk soon after...

"And I think... That's all for today's homework!"

The moment Ennoshita clicked his pen closed, Tanaka and Nishinoya let out a triumphant growl.

"We're freeeee!" Tanaka cried out.

"Weekend, here we come!" Noya grinned, reaching out to his best friend for a high five.

The sight always put a smile on your face. Studying with your second-year friends became a habit by now, and you found yourself looking forward to your friend's cheers at every study session.

"As always, you have to thank your dear exchange student for helping us out" Ennoshita pointed out with a smile towards you. "We would never be this quick without you around."

"You're welcome" you smile. "It's a big help for me too, after all."

Tanaka and Noya were already up on their feet, shoving their stuff into their bags and ready to head out of the classroom. They blabbered something about racing to the Coach Ukai's store to get themselves a sweet reward before club activities would start. After giving you their thanks as well, they, of course, went through with their plan and were gone a moment later.

"They're incorrigible" Ennoshita shook his head, however wearing a smile just like you did. Both of you having grabbed your stuff, you were surprised to see a notebook left on the table.

"Whose notebook is that?" You ask while taking it to flick through it.

"Hard to say..." Ennoshita peeked over the pages himself. "They're both terrible at organising their notes, so... Oh."

You stopped flicking through the pages. There was a page, full of messy, cute hearts...

And words written in your native language:

I love you

"... I guess it's Nishinoya's..." Ennoshita mumbled, trying to hide his smile as he watched your expression becoming more flustered by the second.

After a while of silence, in which you weren't quite able to understand what your eyes were seeing, Ennoshita cleared his throat and made his way to the door.

"Practice will start soon. Shall we go?"

Nodding slowly, you carefully place the notebook into your bag and follow Ennoshita into the hallway.

A few hours later, you're sat on your bed, reaching for your bag to pull out Noya's notebook. Yes, you did see him at practice, but weren't able to give him his notes back just yet.

Instead, you kept staring at the words for what felt like ages. And not a single second would your heart stop beating like crazy.

You have fallen for Nishinoya's cheery, goofy yet surprisingly cool nature pretty quickly. But day in, day out, you saw how he acted around someone when he liked that person -- it was impossible not to hear him gushing about Kiyoko, after all. He behaved differently around you, especially when you were all alone, so you figured he didn't feel the same as you did.

And yet...

A silly smile spread on your face, your hand tracing the words on the paper. You could swear he put extra effort into making the letters look as nearly as possible.

Taking in a deep breath at some point, you were determined to give Noya his notebook tomorrow.

But before that, you reached into your school bag for something else....

The next day, you ran into Nishinoya before classes started. Beaming you a smile as you handed him the notebook, he obviously completely forgot that there was something inside of it that wasn't exactly meant for your eyes to see... And you didn't tell anything about what you saw in there. Instead, you wished him a nice day and watched him stroll to his classroom.

Man, days were always better when you greeted him in the morning, Noya thought, sitting down at his desk. You motivated him to push through the boring school day, as he knew he'd see you at club afterwards.

And so he lived through the day, daydreaming here, trying to focus there... Making it all the way to the last lesson for the day.

"... write that down" Noya registered the teacher say at some point during his daydream. He slapped his notebook open frantically, searching for a free page to take his notes on.

Then he came across that one particular page...

And he let out a panicked squeal, in the middle of class.

Eyes wide, he stared at his notebook, while everyone else stared at him.

"Nishinoya-kun, I there something troubling you?" The teacher asked.

Noya didn't even answer, causing the teacher to let out a sigh and continue her class.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

Next to his writing, there was... In a different handwriting, there was...

He wouldn't stop staring at the page for the rest of the class. His cheeks were burning as his thoughts were running wild.

And the second classes were over, he dashed out of the room. Headed to the library to find a translation book, he was so full of emotions that he forgot he could've just opened a web translator to get the answer he needed.

By now, there was a single thought repeating in his brain:

I have to find out what they wrote.

Whatever your wrote was similar to his "I love you", but he couldn't tell if you returned his feelings or turned them down -- and it was driving him crazy.

Entering the library for maybe the first time in his life, Noya practically screamed for the assistant to hand him the book he needed.

And when he found the word he was looking for...

His feet took him straight to them gym.

At the gym's entrance, he stumbled into a stop, looking left and right to find you, to tell you...

And there you were.

"Noya" you called out with that cute smile of yours, mustering him with your own nervousness.

Then, Noya straightened his back to look into your eyes properly. And in your native language, as best as he could, he said: "I love you."

You returned the look he gave you -- confused, hopeful, bashful...

And replied in the same manner:

"I love you too."

[saphirered]

HIIII! It's me again (Eldritch knight reader) sorry I kinda dipped out but I hope you are having a great day! I was wondering if you could do one last request for that mini series of requests, where Essek finally asks reader on a real date and it's going great (Knight could notice some figures following them *cough* M9+verin *cough*??) there's some flirting/teasing but sadly the date comes to an end and reader walks essek home, they say their goodbyes for the night but not before reader finally kisses Essek and whispers a goodnight!

Hi! Welcome back. Now of course this wouldn't be me if halfway through writing I realised this was turning way too long so it'll be a two-parter again to keep it readable. Hope you don't mind. Any way, here's the first part so I hope you enjoy! 😘

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A long day of disasters with the Nein returning just in time to be thrust into more relentless hours of study with Essek wasn’t exactly how you envisioned to spend your day and luckily for you Essek is a merciful soul, when it comes to you that is. Seeing how battered and bruised you were, and mentally exhausted he refused to let you touch his precious tomes or even scribble a single note on paper. He had even gone as far as making said smaller items disappear into the nothingness. Damn wrist pocket spell. Essek was determined. You needed rest. He’d make sure you got it.

So instead of hours upon hours spent at Essek’s home he opted for staying with you retreating to the upstairs of the Xhorhaus and finding the both of you a comfy spot to spend your time in a more relaxed environment. Essek sits, back against the tree while you lay sprawled across the floor next to his outstretched legs eyes closed as the wizard reads to you. He may not have allowed you to read for yourself as to not overwork yourself but the compromise you convinced him to was agreeable. More than agreeable if you’re honest.

It’s no secret you like spending time together as you do so a lot. You may be a little more affectionate with each other than say for example with Caleb or Jester. It doesn’t go unnoticed Essek likes you, if anything the man’s made it pretty clear and vice versa. Neither of you have just ever acted on it. With everything going on in your lives, how could you? You’re a ragtag adventurer with no allegiance to kingdom or country. He’s the bloody spymaster of the Dynasty. It’s not exactly a conventional prospect of a future, nor is it likely to succeed with the kind of lives you live. Could you really afford that kind of struggle? Maybe, if you were willing to take the risk but lately things have been hectic and this moment of relaxation beneath the tree at the top of this tower is the first moment of peace either of you have known in a long time.

You swear, you’re paying attention. You might still have to reread the whole book again as you’re just entranced by the sound of Essek’s voice. The man could make anything sound interesting. Give him those pages from that Iva lady back at the Chastity’s Nook in Zadash and Essek could make even that sound like a master piece. Though in hindsight, maybe best not as you think he might not be able to get past the first few sentences himself. The cringe.

“Are you still listening?” Essek’s reading voice breaks in favour of the question as he watches you drift off with a smile on your face. He’s almost afraid to ask the question but is unsure if that’s because you’ve grown tired or the subject bores you too much.

“Hm?” You perk up turning your head to the side and looking at the wizard. The exhaustion is written over your face but doesn’t diminish the content smile you present.

“Perhaps that is enough for the day?” Essek suggests closing the book and sits up a little straighter. He places the book by his side as you sit up and go to reach for it. Essek’s quicker and places his hand firmly on top of it and prevents you from taking it. He’s very sure you’d have no trouble retrieving the book if you really wanted to and maybe he’d like you to try, just a little, but you’re tired and need rest. Not fill your mind with pages of knowledge attempting to cram in the words. You’re a good study but even the best of studies cannot combat the banes of exhaustion.

“It is getting late anyway.” Essek says as you roll back and find yourself, head leaning against his thigh, looking up at the drow with a pout as he insinuates he’ll have to leave soon. You catch him off guard but he’s not opposed to the sense of affection and comfort you radiate. Physical affection is rare between the two of you especially since he’s very new to it in such contexts. He’s still getting used to it and he’d be lying if he said it’s unwelcome.

“If you say so.” You stay like this for a few more minutes before the ruckus downstairs pulls you out of your moment and you’re reminded Essek needs to head back to his own home. He still has business to attend to, business he’s been procrastinating in favour of spending more time with you. You sit back up, swing your legs beneath yourself and rise to your feet offering Essek a hand to help him to his feet.

“Essek, do you have a moment.” Caleb calls over as he enters the living space. The drow looks at you as if to ask if you know what this might be about or more like your permission to allow himself to be whisked away by the wizard interrupting your goodbye. You shrug.

“I should probably try and prevent this kitchen fire waiting to happen. I take it Cad’s still out getting groceries?” Caleb nods and you sigh shudder preparing for the oncoming disaster rushing into the kitchen like a valiant hero, albeit a little more domestic than your usual adventures, valiant no less.

A conversation between two wizards in one room and a homemade fluffernutter dismantled in another you reunite with Essek. There he is floating in all his glory, cloak back around his shoulders you see him off. Essek seems a little… nervous? Is that the right word? So you give Caleb a look but he acts all innocent. You know better than to trust that. Nevermind, you’ll have an easier time getting it out of Essek than Caleb if you need to. Caleb sends the others off to their own business persuading them to clean up before Caduceus returns and finds his precious kitchen in disarray or any other state he didn’t leave it in before he left. The firbolg is quite protective of his pride and joy. You lead Essek over to the hall but interpose yourself between him and the door crossing your arms and tapping your foot expectedly.

“So is this where you tell me what you and Caleb talked about or am I going to have to work for it?” The look you give Essek makes him want to spill all the beans right then right there but he wants to do this the right way and not be a blabbering incoherent mess. He has to do this the right way. You deserve that much; if not for the way he feels then simply for every effort you’d put in your actions to do with him.

“It’s to do with you.” Oh? Now you’re curious. “I asked Caleb for some advise.” What in the worlds would he need to go to Caleb for to get advise on to do with you? Essek’s not one to admit lacking either skill or knowledge when it’s about people and even less so to confide in another in such a way because by all means, his little side bar with with the redhead was anything but an interrogation to get information about character, motives and possible leverage like he would have navigated a political encounter.

“And what, pray tell could Caleb be lecturing you on?” You grin with he gentle stroke at Essek’s ego. If you know one thing, sweet-talking will get you everywhere with this man. Not that you’d minded. Not that you were lying. You’d never lie about such things. But you’re also not against using your opinions to gently persuade the drow in revealing what he’s hiding.

“Matters of heart. It seems I am at a disadvantage when expressing them to the subject of my affections.” Essek admits and you watch the skin of his cheeks to become a darker shade of purple. Damn, this is not going the way he envisioned it. Like a rock being tossed into the elemental plane of water, sinking into that eternal ocean.

“Oh really, now? It seems to me you’re doing perfectly fine.” Essek laughs awkwardly and looks to the floor to gather his bearings but when he feels your hand rise to his cheek and lift his gaze to look you in the eye, when you step in a little closer to him. He knows you’re teasing, or at least partially teasing. He also knows best to rip the bandaid off quickly and hope you’ll be merciful in your answer.

“I was wondering if you’d join me on an outing, tomorrow if it suits you?” Essek feels the words leave his lips. He doesn’t blurt them out like some lovesick fool and is thankful for that at least.

“Of course, will we be going to the library again? Or another shopping trip? Need me to carry more of those heavy papers again? Please can we do this time without any assassins sent to kill you? I think we could both do with a break for once.” You laugh and it becomes quite clear to Essek his phrasing might have been a little off so he’ll have to correct himself. Great. Just what he needs. Make this more awkward and difficult for himself than it already is. Maybe he would have been better off blurting out the words like a lovesick fool.

“What I had in mind would be more like a planned outing, a break from our usual lives and away from the responsibilities we both carry.” Essek clarifies and the copper drops for you.

“Essek, are you asking me to go on a date with you?” Yes. Yes. For the love of the gods, the Luxon and all that is sacred thank you for speaking the words correctly instead of leaving him to go in circles until he can’t anymore and dies from embarrassment. Why does he always turn into a mess when it comes to you? Because he likes you, a lot, maybe even more than just like. Definitely more than just that.

“That is exactly what I have been attempting and failing to convey, yes.” He admits ashamed. Your laugh makes for a good consolation though, no matter your answer. Up until now the possibility of your answer whichever outcome, had never been a bother to him as he never really gave asking you a thought, for his own sake or this may just have gone much worse with his tendency to overthink. In suspense he awaits. Not even the powers of dunamis at his fingertips could make the passage of time before your answer feel like less when in reality you barely missed a beat.

“Of course. I’d love nothing more.” You caress his cheek. Your smile grows from amusement to joy and Essek couldn’t be happier. He felt himself slipping into a smile of his own. Essek let himself go in that joy and relief you accepted rather than the stress of the actual date tomorrow. He’ll worry about that one later.

[boomerangguy]

Hello friend! Just out of complete random curiosity, what would you say are your most favorite fanfic tropes? Please feel free to answer in great detail. 😋

Myarg!!! 🤩 Thank you so much for this ask! It’s made me do some thinking about: a) what actually qualifies as a fanfic trope, and b) which ones I like the most! Here’s what I’ve come up with…so I hope this is what you’re looking for! 😬

“…and they were roommates!” / ‘only one bed’

Sadly, the two-and-of-a-half-thousand fics on AO3 tagged with ‘Sokka/Suki’ have appallingly little Sukka content. 😔 I’ve only come across, like, one Sukka fic ever that uses one of these two, Apartment 3E on FF.net, but I have read fics with this trope some for other ships that were pretty fun. What I like about these tropes—and why I grouped them together—is because awkward, forced-bonding situations usually make for plenty of humor, pining, good-natured conflict, and romantic and/or sexual tension. And don’t all those things work with Sukka perfectly??? 😩 I can just picture them stuck in the same bed (as rivals or obliviously lovesick ‘friends’), and Sokka rolling over on Suki’s side in the middle of the night while blabbering some gibberish in his sleep. She wakes up and shoves him off the edge of the bed, but even on the floor, he’s still out cold—and meanwhile Suki starts to feel guilty, so she gets up and tries to haul him back up onto the bed. But she finds out that Sokka is a lot heavier than she previously thought…and he’s got all these muscles…and this really cute sleeping face…and he’s…oh shit, he’s waking up! 😏

Fake Dating / Under Cover

Just like the last pair, these two tropes aren’t exactly the same, of course, but there’s a similar theme. Whether it’s something as cute and fluffy as ‘hey I need a bf/gf to take home for the holidays so my mom will stop bugging me’ or as angsty and complex as ‘I must infiltrate the palace and earn the trust of the rival prince/princess so I can later betray them,’ there’s always the element of blurring what’s pretend and what’s real—and trying to find out where you started to fall in love along the way. 🥰 The vibes aren’t quite as close to the canon Sukka romance as the two tropes above are, but that’s hardly necessary! There’s a great Sukka fake dating fic by @asajjvxntress that I absolutely love! 🤌

(Here’s a third below the cut that’s not exactly SFW, but these days I have to be careful what I tag/post on tumblr, so it’s gonna be kinda vague 😅)

“Wtf??? Mom and Dad still do it???”

Alright, is this a real fanfic trope? Not really! 😆 I think I’ve seen it a few times before, but it’s the concept behind the first fic I ever posted on AO3, The Councilman’s Mistress, and I absolutely love it. There’s this depressing (and unfounded imo) skepticism among Millennials/Gen Z that marriage begets the death of romance and the beginning of passionless mundanity. 😣 But I refuse to buy into that 🥺 and I adore the idea of my married OTPs keeping things steamy even into their 30s and 40s (at least), especially when that means desperately trying to find time during their busy schedules and away from their kids. Applying this mostly-self-invented ‘trope’ to my OTPs is fun, of course, but tbh, I like it for their parents just as much, if not more! 😜 For ATLA, Kyakoda is my preferred horny-parents-pairing. (And I really like Hakursa, but it’s tough to compete with that SWT momilf/dadilf duo. 🥵) My (hopelessly) massive WIP folder has a fic where Sokka brings Suki home from college to meet his parents, and when he texts his mom that he’s going to arrive a little earlier than expected, she doesn’t answer…because Kya’s phone is in her jeans…and her jeans are crumpled up on the kitchen floor. 😛 It’s one I’m not sure I’ll finish, so I’d definitely consider passing it along to another Sukka writer if they felt inclined to write it themselves. 👀 (I’ve already rambled plenty, but this pseudo-trope opens the door for ‘bonus babies’ conceived when the couple’s older children are already teenagers or young adults…an idea I got from watching Father of the Bride Part II on TV as a little kid and have not forgotten in the past fifteen-or-so years. 😂)

Anyway, thank you so much for the ask, @myargalargan!!! 😊 (And I promise that I’ll answer any future asks MUCH sooner!) This really got me thinking about the kind of fic Sukka needs to have written for them… 🧐

(And speaking of Sukka fics, I got the inspiration for a silly-and-corny ficlet while thinking about my favorite tropes—it’s pretty much just goofy, cracky nonsense, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. 🤪 So here’s Cantaloupes, rated M for sexual innuendo.)

[blackmissfrizzle]

Unexpected

Characters: Geralt x black!reader

Summary: Geralt comes to aid an old friend and his daughter stirs up some unexpected feelings

A/N: i finally writing for Geralt 💗 I love my grumpy Witcher

Geralt always liked King Leonel. He was unlike other kings, hell he was unlike common men. When he had gotten word, that Leonel needed help with a monster terrorizing his kingdom, Geralt packed up his things, dragged Jaskier, and ventured off to Ibayniel.

Ibayniel was a kingdom of acceptance. As long as you could abide by the laws, all were welcomed, even a witcher.

It was odd for him to walk through a town without any sneers. Perhaps, it was because the rest of the Continent held a disdain for the people of Ibayniel. Probably for the same reason most men hated things. They looked different.

Natives of Ibayniel didn’t have tails, horns, or an extra eye. They were simply kissed by the sun, blessed with a darker hue. Plus, people hated them even more since they had the best soil, making them one of the richest kingdoms in the land, especially with little trading with other kingdoms.

“Geralt, my old friend, welcome! I hope your travels weren’t too bad.” Leonel stepped down from his throne to greet him properly.

“Your Highness, it’s good to see you again, and this,” Geralt snatched a wandering Jaskier from the alluring handmaidens. “Is Jaskier.”

“It’s a pleasure, your Highness.” Jaskier bowed before him.

“You may rise. There’s no need to be so formal. Any friend of Geralt’s is a friend of this court.”

Not wanting to waste any more time Geralt tried to ask about the monster, but Jaskier interrupted him.

“Where’s the princess?” Jaskier craned his head searching for the woman.

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled, warning him to stop his inquisition. The whole trip there he couldn’t stop blabbering about Princess Y/N. He claimed that there was another bard he knew, who only sung of her beauty. Jaskier wanted to see the muse that caused his friend to be a lovesick fool.

“She should be here shortly.” The queen announced, making her entrance. “The girl couldn’t stop talking about meeting the man who saved her father’s life all those years ago.” Queen Yenta took her place next to her husband.

She bowed her head to both of her guests. “Geralt, it’s a pleasure to see you again and Jaskier, it’s nice to meet you.”

The young bard couldn’t keep the wonderment off his face. Queen Yenta easily was the most beautiful woman he’d seen. It seemed that she had a natural glow like the sun constantly beaming on her. And her eyes he could get lost in them forever. They twinkled as if she knew a secret you did not.

Geralt bumped his companion out of his daze. “Pick your fucking jaw up, Jaskier!”

The king and queen giggled at Geralt’s gruffness. “Some things never change, do they Geralt?” King Leonel asked his old friend, trying to hide his smile.

Just as Geralt opened his mouth the throne room doors opened revealing the king’s guard, fresh from a battle.

“Gentlemen let me introduce you to the captain of our guard, Princess Y/N,” the king announced.

Taking off her helmet, graceful as ever despite the clunky armor, the princess curtsied before each man not catching their shocked expressions.

Moving her braids from her face Y/N finally got a good look at them. The smaller of the two had a baby face but could tell it hid a more impish nature. She noticed the lute across his back and guessed he was the bard spreading the tales of the great witcher, Geralt.

When her eyes caught the larger man, they nearly popped out of her head. His amber eyes were so striking that Y/N almost tripped over her own feet.

Geralt felt his slow heartbeat beat impossibly faster. His eyes didn’t know where to focus on the princess, everywhere was too beautiful.

Queen Yenta leaned into her husband and whispered in his ear, “My love, I do believe our daughter is smitten.”

King Leonel stared between his daughter and old friend. Both staring at each other with amazement. If anyone was to catch Y/N’s eyes it would be Geralt. “How do you know that, my dear?”

“My mother said we had the same daft look on our faces on our first encounter,” Yenta recalled.

Leonel shoulders slumped; he felt a bit defeated. It wasn’t anything against Geralt, in fact, he was happy that Geralt was the one for his daughter. For some reason, Y/N falling in love solidified her being an adult and not being daddy’s little girl anymore. He was close to his son, Seymour, but him and Y/N were two peas in a pod. “Who will I throw pranks with now?”

Yenta lovingly patted her husband’s shoulder. “Perhaps my dear, it’s time for you to grow up.”

Breaking out of her trance, Y/N finally spoke. “Sir Geralt, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I am no knight, Princess.” Geralt corrected her.

“You’ll be one in my eyes, since I wouldn’t be here today if you hadn’t had saved my father’s life that day.”

There was a silence in the air as the two stared at each other until Jaskier ruined the moment. “Excuse me, since when does the princess become captain?”

“Since, she’s the best fighter in the kingdom.” King Leonel boasted, wrapping his arm around his daughter.

“Then will you’ll be joining me on the hunt, Princess Y/N?” Geralt asked eyeing her curiously.

Jaskier looked at Geralt as if he grown a second head. Ever since he knew the witcher, he hated extra company. “Um Geralt, since when did you need help?”

Geralt wanted to strangle the bard at that moment. Feeling the heat of Geralt’s anger, Jaskier shrank back.

Looking up at her father with a little bit of disdain Princess Y/N asked, “Yes father, will I be helping our guest?”

“You know you can’t. This will be the last time you ask me.” Leonel said with finality.

“Why not,” Geralt immediately asked, not taking into concern that this has been an issue between Leonel and his daughter.

“My father seems to think I can’t fight bandits and a monster at the same time.” Y/N slipped out of her father’s embrace and stood closer to her mother.

“Bandits?” Geralt echoed, surprised that anyone would be that bold to steal from a country plentiful with skilled fighters.

Princess Y/N removed her breast plate, revealing a tunic that did little to nothing to hide her ample bosom. She wasn’t aware of the stares she was getting from Geralt and Jasiker.  “Yes, but other kingdoms hire them to terrorize us and steal our resources, but the cowards won’t meet us on the battlefield. We may have a smaller army, but we could easily take out anyone.”

There was nothing more Y/N wanted than to take down these other kingdoms in battle, but they wouldn’t grant her that pleasure. They rather hide behind their cowardice, even though they love to proclaim they were the better nation.

“Princess Y/N it does sound like you do have your hands full. I would gladly kill this monster and perhaps help with your bandit problem as well.” Geralt cautiously suggested, deducing that Princess Y/N enjoyed fighting her own battles and not looking for help much like himself.

Y/N barely processed what Geralt said because she lingered on how her name fell from his lips. If her name was the only thing, she heard from him she would never tire from it. Her mother clearing her throat brought Y/N out of her daydream and she answered the man. “I would very much like that, Sir Geralt,” she said meekly with a slight bow of her head.

In the corner, King Leonel stood in shock. Every time it was mentioned that anyone other than Y/N slay the monster, she insisted she could do it and protect Ibayniel’s borders, but without any fight she accepted Geralt’s offer. His daughter was really entranced by the amber-eyed witcher. “My Queen, I believe we should prepare for a wedding.”

“I’m glad you’re finally seeing sense,” Queen Yenta chuckled, stroking her husband’s locs lovingly, watching her little girl fall in love with an unexpected suitor.

Tagging: @laketaj24 @titty-teetee (I don’t know who wants Geralt tags. Lmk if you want to be added!)

[uwua3]

request: “Nice! I really want to see a Muku and Juza dating HC (they are my favourites and they are cousins too do syajdn)” — @meegeemee26

i love muku & juza’s dynamic as cousins! i think they’re so cute and have the best sibling–esque relationship ever so i’m glad to write for both of them~ sorry for the delay, i hope you love it!!!

summary: who said romance couldn’t be a little cliché?

warnings: fighting, robbery, tripping

author’s note: i found it funny how similar i thought muku and juza would act as boyfriends~ just a small thing to point out! nothing to say except i researched every shoujo manga cliché in the book i swear... expect All Of Them in muku’s (i apologize for using kabedon T___T, that is all)

word count: 5,105 (total) — 2,698 (muku), 2,407 (juza)

music: adore u – seventeen (muku), dumb dumb – jane jang, giant pink perc%nt (juza)

clichés.

🌻👑 sakisaka muku

muku felt like he was in a shoujo manga

except, you were the bishounen prince!

you were a shoujp cliché: you were st. flora’s resident prince~ you were treated as royalty and had the largest following ever known to the school

you could say muku was apart of your fanclub, apart of the adoring students who crowded around you with presents and gifts just to see how cool & suave you were

although he always admired from afar, muku definitely dropped everything he was doing to watch how effortlessly awesome you were at making everyone fall at your feet and swoon over your natural charisma and charm

he wanted to be just like you! you were just like a manga prince, muku wanted to learn everything about being the most popular student at st. flora and become the shoujo prince he always wanted to be!

but, you were always with someone. whether it be at your locker and spilling tons of flowers & chocolates on the ground, or signing autographs at lunch with a flawless smile, or even competing at seasonal schoolwide events and winning without fail, you were never alone

muku wanted to be friends with you! you were so cool and everything he aspired to achieve, but he resigned himself to complimenting you to others and making heart eyes across the room at your dreamy persona

it wasn’t until he was walking to class before he tripped, bracing himself to hit the floor but to no avail. instead, a strong arm was wrapped around his waist as he heard the loud slam of a hand beside his head. he was being leaned against a wall, it couldn’t be...

when muku opened his eyes, his books pressed tight against his chest, he swore you sparkled in the sunlight. oh my god, you were basically pinning him to the wall! you had your arm outstretched to support him as you looked down on him like the true royalty you were

you had did it! it was muku’s first kabedon!!! (experiencing the sound a character’s hand makes when it slams into the wall and pins the protagonist to the wall)

“uwah... you saved me...” muku was amazed, practically speechless. everyone at st.flora’s crush was holding him in their arms. he wanted to squeal and roll around on the ground, he knew his cheeks were red and his eyes were hearts but he liked you so much! you were a real prince!

you smiled, like you’ve done this a thousand times before you gently let him go, helping muku steady to his feet while insisting on carrying his books to class

“i’m so glad you’re not hurt~ a cute baby face like yours must be protected at all costs!” you sweetly said, and muku’s heart skipped a beat. he couldn’t believe it, you, his crush, were helping him! you wanted to talk to him, he must’ve hit his head and gone to heaven because this could not be real!!!

“muku, right?” you carefully asked, adjusting the grip on his bag as you made sure nothing fell. the corridor was filled with hushed whispers and jealous rumors swirling past the duo. both you and muku walking to the same homeroom class that morning, easily making comfortable conversation despite muku’s shyness

“you know my name?!” muku squeaked, unaware you even knew who he was. you giggled, brushing your hair out of your face as you smiled, a light blush dusted across your nose at the shock

“of course, i’ve gone to your track meets before, you’re so fast~” you complimented, going to pat his head with sincere affection. muku nearly passed out—his crush used to go to his matches! his crush just said he was fast! was he, oh my god, your friend?!

“i... i, thank you! i’ll become even faster for you!” muku spluttered, trying to get the right words out as he nervously glanced down at his uniform, trying to keep his composure. how were you so cool? you effortlessly laughed, shaking your head with absolute kindness as you waved hello to the underclassmen practically begging for your attention

“no need, muku! i like you the way you are, it’s so nice to finally talk in person.” you comforted, walking side by side as you two had the entire school’s attention. every student was gossiping, wondering how muku was friends with the school prince

muku was about to become overwhelmed with all the praise he was getting! flustered, muku shyly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye–contact even though both of you were in the same grade

you weren’t his senior by any means, you were just so popular it felt like you were in a completely different social level

muku couldn’t believe it! you, the most popular prince with the biggest fanclub ever, was walking him to class! it was the most perfect day ever, he wished he fell more just so you could catch him!

when you two arrived, muku couldn’t help but feel disappointed. you must’ve noticed, because you hummed a concerned tone as you rested your hand on muku’s shoulder, looking at him like he was the only person in the world (muku swore he was never going to wash his uniform ever again)

“muku? are you alright? i can take you to the nurse if you’d like.” you offered and muku’s lovesick heart almost said yes even though he was completely okay, he just wanted to be by your side again

“n–no! i’m okay! thank you so much!” muku slightly bowed his head, trying to show respect as you placed his books at his desk and strapped his bag around the back of the chair with ease (oh my gosh, you knew his desk?! you knew where he sat?)

“call for me anytime you want to chat, muku! you’re such a nice person!” you said before you went to your seat in the front row, immediately getting surrounded by your fans and friends alike as they all fought for your undivided attention

muku let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, dropping in his seat and focusing on the board to remain as invisible as possible. his heart was pounding rapidly against his chest, his hands were shaking, and muku was sure his whole face was red and sweating from the short encounter

you knew he existed! you knew his name! you knew you two shared the same homeroom! you even knew he used to be on track and came to his meets! muku put his hands against his cheeks, trying not to scream as he felt how hot his face was. you knew he was a real person!!!

unknowing to muku, you barely focused on the crowd as your eyes naturally fell upon muku’s frame, smiling and missing the way everyone swooned over your affectionate expression

(“who are they smiling at?! i bet it’s at me!” “no, they’re clearly looking at me, do they like me?!” “aaa!!! our prince is so cool and royal, we’re so lucky to be graced with a smile!”)

you always liked muku, you found him to be so cute and adorable that you wanted to be friends. but, muku was an anxious wallflower who didn’t want to have the whole school know who he was. you wanted to support him, but you were uncertain on how your reputation as “st. flora’s prince” would affect him

but rescuing muku this morning was necessary, you didn’t hesistate to drop your items before running down the stairs to catch the cute boy. when he opened his shiny blue eyes with a fond but shy smile, your heart soared and it felt like meeting prince charming for the first time

his pink hair was soft, like cotton candy. muku was made of everything sugary sweet and nice, you wondered why he didn’t follow you like the others. you wanted his adoration, his love, his romance because he was so cute!

you looked at muku again and smiled when you caught his eye, holding in a light laugh when he nearly yelped and looked straight down at his paper, hiding his shaking hands in his lap with an extremely embarrassed blush

you wanted to be friends with the nicest boy at st. flora!

the next time you talked to muku was during gym. you had finished sprinting your last lap, accepting a water bottle from someone as you took a chug, automatically looking around for a certain pink–haired boy

he was no where in sight, before you remembered how he significantly finished the mile much faster than you. you told your friends you were going to change, leaving the field with a peace sign as your fans collectively broke into excited squeals

you were about to go searching before you caught sight of muku’s book bag, turning your head to see he was reading something under the bleachers

you casually went over, dropping down next to him despite being sweaty from the run. muku jumped, tensing up once he saw it was you as he smiled nervously, shutting his book quickly

“hi! you did so well on the run today, muku!” you praised him, leaning over to look at the cover of what he was reading, not noticing how red his face was from how close you two were

“oh? you read manga?” you innocently asked, noticing the sparkles and roses decorating the front cover as muku put it back in his bag in a hurry, laughing nervously as he tried to make up every excuse

“n–no, not at all! i’m just, i um... i found it!” muku blabbered, not sounding very convincing as you slowly nodded, trying to comprehend whatever he was saying. you just looked again and shrugged

“that’s too bad~ i, myself, really enjoy that series, i haven’t read the latest volume yet, though.” you sighed, pretending to push yourself up before muku caught your wrist in his soft hand with a surprisingly strong grip, you felt your heart nearly explode with confetti

“you can read it! i just finished, actually! i love it, i didn’t know you liked manga, too!!!” muku quickly offered it to you, and you carefully took it to make sure you didn’t bend or damage the pristine copy. muku really took care of his manga, huh?

“muku! you’re the best!” you exclaimed, pulling him into an one–armed hug. his uniform shirt was ironed to perfection and smelled like flowers, just like what you thought! you turned your head to grin at him, but pouted when you saw him freeze up

“muku? are you okay?” you asked, unintentionally moving in closer as you examined his red face. muku.exe had stopped working all because you were too cute for your own good!

you glanced at his lips, about to ask if this was okay, but...

before you two knew it, the bell rang as the clasd started heading back inside to the gymnasium. you stood up this time, holding your hand out with a wink like an elegant prince would

“let’s go back in~ i’ll walk you to class!” you offered again, excited when he gently took your hand and walked side by side. it didn’t take long before you began waiting outside his classroom door when the schedules differed, automatically taking his books and asking muku about his day

one day, it wasn’t until muku was at his shoe locker until he noticed a heart–shaped love letter placed inside. as always, he opened it, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering from the familiar signature

“meet me at the school rooftop, i have something i want to confess — your secret admirer ♡”

muku had been receiving small letters and gifts from the same person who signed their items with a heart at the end. for some reason, muku treasured this anonymous person much more than he’d like to admit; they brought up details only a friend would notice, gave thoughtful gifts that actually related to his true personality, and made him smile for the entire day

so when muku came up to the rooftop after school that day, he didn’t expect to see you waiting for him with another white envelope with a heart–shaped sticker holding it closed

“please accept my letter~” you held it out with both hands, trying to stop your hands from shaking as you smiled. muku stood there, jaw dropped from the shock as his head started spinning

how could you, the person he liked so much, end up liking him back?! he wasn’t a prince like you, but here you were, taking him to the school rooftop to confess your feelings like you were afraid he was going to reject you

“you like me?” muku choked out, staring at the letter as the sun started setting, the golden sunlight illuminating your shadow as you nodded, your confidence beginning to falter when you noticed how flustered muku was

“i like you, muku.” you confessed, about to put your hands down before muku pulled you into an abrupt hug, causing you to drop the letter as he put his head on top of yours

“i like you so much, i like you, too.” muku mumbled, keeping you in his arms as he leaned back to place a very gentle kiss on your cheek

as the polite and nice prince, you continued being constantly kind and proper to every student, but reserved much more affection and love towards your boyfriend, muku

but he liked doing everything a prince would do for you: buying you bouquets of red roses, gently holding your hand through the hallways, cheering you on the loudest at events, baking you chocolates on valentine’s day, making you bento boxes for lunch out of the goodness of his heart

he was much more of a prince than you could have ever been!

muku liked serving you like you were the ruler of his kingdom. to him, you weren’t just any prince, you were the monarch of his heart and he was your faithful, valiant knight that would have done anything to protect you

but sometimes, he got insecure over if he was good for you. you were so cool and loved by everyone, so he doubted why you even liked him when you could have dated anyone in the entire school

“i don’t understand... why do you like me?” muku once asked, shyly staring down at his feet as you whipped your head towards him in shock, stopping yourself from eating lunch. you two were sitting underneath the cherry blossom tree on top of the hill, alone as you stared at him, trying to understand why he’d ever self–deperecate on himself when he was the sweetest boy alive!

you were about to respond with all the reasons why before you stood up, about to go on a rant before you accidentally tripped over your own shoe lace. you accepted the fate you were assigned: which was falling onto the dirt before a strong arm looped around your waist, a hand slamming into the tree bark to keep you from falling

it felt like the first time rescuing muku all over again, except this time, you were the one being saved. you opened your eyes and smiled, kissing him on the lips before pulling back. muku was sparkling like a 90s glitter shoujo scene, making you swoon for your perfect boyfriend

“that’s why i like you, because you’re my prince.” you said, brushing your hand through his hair like you couldn’t believe you were in his arms. before you knew it, muku picked you up princess–style and gathered the bags with ease (you always forgot how strong he really was)

“muku! put me down!” you giggled, ignoring your own blushing cheeks as you playfully slapped his arm. muku just continued down the hill, turning to look at you with all the love and devotion in the world

“i can’t, you’re my prince.” muku winked this time, and carried you to school as the cherry blossom petals fluttered around you, your love blooming like the spring season

you were st. flora’s prince, but muku was your prince forever & always

🍁🍰 hyodo juza

juza didn’t let anyone pull anything on one of his own, especially you

the first time juza met you was when he was going out at night to buy some extra supplies for the dorms. he heard someone yelling before he snuck into the dark alleyway, catching sight of a robber that stole your bag

without warning, the robber slumped to the ground as juza knocked them out with one punch, not hesitating to let them fall as he picked up the bag and turned towards you, who was sprinting down the sidewalk panting as you gratefully smiled at him

“thank you so much, you completely saved my bag!” you said, not reacting to his serious expression. juza blanked as you took your bag back, self consciously pulling his hat lower over his eyes as he glanced at you

weren’t you scared of him? he was wearing a dark jacket with the hood over his baseball cap, with his sharp piercing yellow eyes staring at you. he knew he looked like the big bad wolf, but you just smiled at him and oh—you were saying something?

“—where were you going at this time of night?” you asked, ignoring the passed out man on the ground as you examined your bag to see if anything was missing. juza glanced at the convenience store down the street, unable to miss its bright LED lights as he tilted his head towards the store

you noticed his hands shoved in his pockets, but he must have been fidgeting the way he was avoiding your eyes. he didn’t look like he was an adult, like a rebellious teenager who ended up scared of the dark

you clapped your hands together, excited from the coincidence. “me too! do you want to go together?” you offered, walking towards the store as juza trailed behind you, unsure of how to react or respond to your lack of distrust against him

you two entered the store like you were friends. although it was the first time you had ever met, you talked to him casually like you two had known each other for years as you got two carts, giving him the other as he forced out a quiet “thank you” embarrassingly enough

walking down the aisles, you liked pointing out foods you thought he’d enjoy. he had a rogue, tough thug reputation even if it didn’t seem like he had a bad bone in his body. in fact, his grim expression the first time you saw him was gone now, instead he looked... flustered... as he just nodded at your suggestions

you hummed, considering your options as you glanced back at the tall boy. he didn’t seem to be interested in any of the bitter, dry snacks. in fact, he even grimanced at one of your recommendations but quickly masked it with his stoice features once again

it wasn’t until you walked past an ice cream freezer towards the back of the store that his eyes lit up. you grinned, knowing you had discovered an unlikely trait of your savior’s taste palette as you smiled

“do you want some ice cream, uh...” you trailed off, unaware you never got the stranger’s name. he shuffled around, looking around to see if anyone was watching you two before he sighed, nodding like it took all his energy to admit he wanted something sweet

“juza.” juza stated, not saying anymore as you nodded, opening the freezer and feeling the cold brisk air hit your face

“okay, juza! what’s your favorite flavor?” you asked, taking two out of the fridge as he responded bashfully. juza glanced around again, like he was oddly nervous for the first time as you shut the freezer with the two best ice creams in the house

“bingo! come on, i’ll pay.” you insisted, hurrying to the register to greet the tired cashier, who boredly scanned your items without another word

before you could pay, juza slapped multiple bills onto the counter, making both you and the employee jump from the sudden sound as juza just stared down at the worker

“juza... it’s—” you were about to put your own money on the table but juza just shook his head, not offering an explanation as he took the change (but tipped the cashier regardless, wow, he really was nice)

you and juza sat outside the 24/7 convenience store on the bench, placing both your grocery bags down beside you. the plastic red happy face staring back at you rustled in the light night winds as you two opened your ice creams with childish excitement

unexpectedly, juza began wolfing down the treat without warning, sparing no modesty as he indulged. you almost giggled at how cute he was acting, like his true personality that loved anything sweet didn’t match up with his gangster appearance at all

juza paused when he noticed you weren’t eating, holding the stick mid–air like he hadn’t noticed you were there. juza cleared his throat, about to make up some excuse before you ruffled his hair, smiling again

“you’re so funny, juza! let’s do this again, sometime!” you said, retracting your hand when you were aware of how red his cheeks were. juza didn’t respond, just stared as you rummaged through your bag to pull out a pen with an “aha!” as you looked at him expectantly

juza blanked. did you want something? what did you want? before juza could ask, you just took his hand and his entire body froze. he shutdown, he had no idea how to react, why wasn’t he pulling away?

you scribbled a set of numbers, writing your name below the phone number as you doodled a smiley face on his hand. you pushed his hand back, letting him regain his consciousness as juza blinked rapidly, trying to keep his composure

“text me, okay?” juza just nodded as you gathered your things to go home, saying goodnight as you were about to walk away. juza quickly got back to his senses as he took his own bags in a hurry, rushing over to you as you looked back with surprise

“did you forget—” you were about to ask before juza shook his head, trying to find the right words as he let out an exasperated sigh

“it’s dangerous at night. let me walk you home.” juza demanded, giving no room for arguments as you fondly ruffled his hair again, laughing when he had enough sense to whack your hand away lightly

you two walked to your house, and as soon as juza arrived home with the snacks, he texted you

juza: i never got your name. let’s go out again tomorrow.

you agreed, not knowing how badly he reacted to you sending “it’s a date” as he flopped onto his bed. juza hid his blush in his pillow, kicking his legs uselessly as banri just figured he had a cold or something

you two began having daily night visits to the local convenience store, becoming regulars as you two shared your favorite snacks

you were never scared to be out at night anymore since juza was intimidating enough. anywhere you went, all juza had to do was glare at them unintentionally for everyone to leave you two alone at night

(it was hard to explain to juza he had a natural resting bitch face, though he didn’t buy it)

one night, juza was walking you home again but this time, you guys were taking your favorite route. it was the one along the common park, where the only thing that illuminated the streets besides the lamps were the bright vending machines at every corner

you stopped by one, insisting on having juza taste this coffee brand by dragging him by his arm. you didn’t even have to describe it before he already pushed in a coin for you, refusing to let you pay for anything even if it hurt his wallet

you didn’t even question it at this point anymore. you punched in the number and took it from the machine, popping it open with a smile as you held it out to him

“come on, juza! just one sip, that’s all~” you begged, putting on your best high–pitched cute voice and puppy dog eyes just for him to budge. he protested, saying it never worked on him, but juza begrudgingly took the can and sipped, immediately grimancing

“why do you drink such bitter coffee?!” juza spluttered, trying not to spit it out as you laughed, taking it back. you had paid for a strawberry milk this time, passing it to him as an offering of forgiveness. juza just pretended to glare at you as he quickly took the drink, too distracted by the gross taste to question why you paid

sitting down on the bench, you and juza quietly observed the homely street, underneath the flickering street light as the odd car drove by every now and then

“you know, you’ll have to get used to what i like if we’re dating.” you joked, nudging his arm but juza whipped his head towards you with an alarmed look, like he completely missed something

“wait... are we dating?” juza asked innocently, oblivious to the fact he had been going on night dates with you for the past month

you blanked, staring at him with the most incredulous expression ever as it took all your power to not burst out into laughing right then and there

“juza...” you started, trying to keep your face serious as he just owlishly blinked at you, still holding onto his tiny carton of strawberry milk in his huge hands. it was comically gold, but you pushed through, trying to not scare him off

“when i said these were dates... what did you think i meant?” you slowly enunciated as juza’s mind flashed back to all the texts you said confirming if these were dates, and he just agreed without thinking it over

oh my god. juza had been going steady with you, and he hadn’t even realized it

“oh.” juza just said, and he wanted to smack his hand against his forehead. he had been so dense! all these times, all his gestures, of course you thought you two were dating, it’s everything a boyfriend would do!

“juza, it’s okay, we don’t—” you dejectedly started, hiding your disappointment at misreading the signs as juza shook his head, placing his drink down as he fully turned his body towards you

“no, no. let’s date, i want to—” juza insisted, holding onto your wrist before you tugged him in and kissed his strawberry lips gently, afraid he was going to run away and close himself off

when juza quickly pulled back, your heart dropped. was it too soon? did you move too fast? oh no, did juza hate you? what could you do to apologize? before you could profusely say sorry, juza grimanced again as he wiped his lips

“ugh... black coffee.” juza grumbled, muttering something about how you just had to torture him before you snickered with relief, thankful he just hated savory foods and not you

(next time he bought you something was strawberry chapstick, you use it every day)

from that moment forward, it felt like a new relationship. now that juza was aware you two were dating, he did everything in his power to make sure you didn’t left a finger

he was the type to lay his jacket down across a puddle just so you could walk across (despite just being able to walk around it), he shared half of whatever he ate with you even if it was his favorite, and he began picking you up at your house with his motorcycle (he even got a customized helmet for you and always strapped it tight before speeding off) (under the speed limit of course)

(juza even tried liking bitter food, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it no matter how many times he saw you eat it)

it was as if the night was to claim as your own, where no one could disturb the new couple as you two had all the time in the world to hang out and discover more local areas to gaze up at the stars

juza was dense, but he tried his best in every way he could to show he cared about you. that still included paying for you every chance he got, and one time, when you asked where all his money came from, his nonchalant answer almost made you turn the entire vehicle around

“fights?!” you exclaimed, shocking juza to skid to a stop in the middle of the road as he glanced at you with wide eyes. he looked surprised at your angry reaction, frowning in confusion

“yeah, people like betting and i always win, so.” juza reasoned, but it literally made no sense to you as you smacked his arm for real this time, not even feeling sorry as he winced and complained about how he regretted teaching you self defense

“juza! you hate fighting!” you were appalled, knowing your boyfriend was never interested in fighting and people only approached him because of his street cred. he was truly a gangster, but he didn’t care about it, just wanted to see you and have some sugar

“yeah, but they make good money.” juza shrugged, about to drive off again before you yanked on his helmet strap, pulling him back as you narrowed your eyes at him

“no more fights, got it? i love you, not your money.” you said but it was too late. juza shifted his head so he was looking over his shoulder with a flustered blush across his nose

“you... you love me?” juza choked out, as if he couldn’t believe it. you were mortified, unable to believe you just let the l–word out like that before he had an attempt at a smile

“i, i love you, too.” juza mumbled, pretending like his first love confession wasn’t a big deal as he didn’t give you time to respond, just driving off into the night with the load roar of his engine

you responded by wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his shoulder with a wide smile. juza didn’t need any more answers, just wanted to keep you safe as you two drove to your next date

you were definitely one of his own, even more than that, now

[hecohansen31]

Hello love, I’d love to request an Aethelred imagine. I’d love kiss prompt 32 A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards., and the prompt “i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met”. Thank you so much and have fun!!

WARNINGS: Slight Sexism, Inaccurate Downtown Abbey, Slight Angst.

You loved your lady, but she always put you in more trouble than it was proper for a normal maid.

You remembered perfectly that time she had slipped a frog inside your dress, because she was curious of the reaction you’d have, just for you to drop an entire teapot of boiling tea on the old matriarch of the Crawley family.

You had then risked being fired, hadn’t your lady stepped in, saying that you weren’t to be blamed.

But this time, you’d be for sure blamed, if anybody found out.

Sybil kept on trying to tighten the corset she had lent you around your waist, as you commented on why it was such a bad idea for you to fake being a lady for a day.

‘Oh c’mon!’ she had protested, each time you put some resistance against her crazed plan ‘… have you seriously never thought how you’d look in a proper lady dress with a fan to hide your smile and somebody to order around’.

‘Honestly no’ you had replied tightly, as you took a deep breath in, because the corset was digging thoroughly in your lungs ‘… I never have much time to think about anything that isn’t my daily chores’.

‘One more reason to have one day of freedom!’ had chanted Sybil and you had known that you didn’t have any chance to avoid this ‘… you’ll enjoy this I am sure’.

But you were sure that the only one who’d enjoy this would be her.

Although Sybil was certainly a sweetheart who wanted to help everybody, you knew that the true reason why she wanted you beside her was to avoid facing lady Judith on her own.

Lady Judith was the highborn lady she was supposed to meet for a tea, because she had two handsome bachelor sons.

And lady Sybil was right in the age for a marriage.

So, she hoped that bringing you with her would shift away the attention away from her and you had to say that hadn’t it been against the rules, you’d have gladly accompanied Sybil, seeing how nervous she was about all of this, although she kept up her bubbly personality, as a shield.

But all it took was one harsh look from lady Judith to make Sybil’s shield broke, as you were both let in the rich house.

You immediately tried to adjust yourself in the rich clothes Sybil had lent you, uncomfortable with the way the jewelry touched your skin.

But the sight of you seemed to please lady Judith who insisted with Sybil to know your name and every other bit of information that she could find on you.

‘Oh this is (Y/N)’ lied amazingly Sybil as tea was served and you hid under the elegant teacup ‘… she is a cousin of us, coming from the countryside to Downtown to explore a bit our life, alongside having a bit of fun with our family’.

You simply nodded, faking the ‘shy cousin act’, as you ducked lightly your head, meanwhile lady Judith’s eyes scanned you completely from head to toe, eventually deeming you both worthy of meeting her ‘beloved sons’, making a maid call for them and it took you everything to stop yourself from following the waitress, sure that would have been your job.

Sybil, seeing your uneasiness, moved to link your hands with a soft whisper to remind you to breath, as you sipped the tea in order to calm a bit your nerves, although suddenly you were faced with the dilemma about how to properly drink tea.

So, you drank it with a gulp as soon as lady Judith turned.

And suddenly two boys appeared on the threshold, the waitress, indeed excusing herself and offering to bring you a few scones for the afternoon tea.

‘… lady Sybil and lady (Y/N) might I present you my beloved sons?’ offered Judith, and after she had uttered those words the boys moved further up, stepping in the light of the elegant parlor, as they moved to kiss your hand, something that made you blush, even more when the older one did it.

Or at least you assumed he was the older one.

He was much bigger than his brother, although they shared the same color of eyes and hair, in an elegant mixture of dark hair and light eyes, a true enchanting combination that got you quite curious to spy on them as they set on a nearby sofa, after they had presented themselves as Aethelred and Alfred York.

‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, ladies’ spoke Aethelred, as his eyes suddenly set on you, catching you right as you were spying on him, making you retreat yourself further in your body, and he took his own cup of tea, meanwhile his brother was happy to beam in his brother’s shadow.

And his mother’s adoring gaze.

Because a few moments in the afternoon tea, you obviously understood that Alfred was her favorite, the one she wouldn’t have given up easily.

And she wouldn’t have, because Sybil looked as interested with Alfred as she would have been interested in obeying his parents’ orders and Aethelred’s eyes hadn’t left yours for the entire tea, as you, instead, tried to hide yourself away, hoping not to leave a lasting impression in Judith’s elegant living room.

But sadly, Aethelred had other plans for you.

The conversation was getting heated, since Judith had brought up the importance of the role a woman had in her family and Sybil, always the fighter, had had to give her own piece of mind, shocking lady Judith enough to make her light eyes, lighter.

But what had been a true shock for her had been when Aethelred had lightly shushed the ‘fight’ between Sybil and her mother, to shoot you a quick look.

‘And what do you think of this, lady (Y/N)?’.

You had risked almost spitting out the boiling tea in your mouth and you were glad for the fit of coughing that had given you the time of finding a proper reply.

Forgotten as soon as you caught Aethelred’s arrogant gaze setting on you.

‘I agree with lady Sybil’ Judith let out a shocked mumble, meanwhile Aethelred’s eyes opened with surprise at that comment ‘… why should a woman be simply a mother and not a mother and something else more? A man is allowed to have more than that, why should we not have that as well?’.

Sybil, who usually had to fend off to your annoying reminder of ‘behaving properly’ was looking at you with wide open eyes, before she quirked her lips in a smirk, glad to have settled that she wouldn’t have for sure married with any of Lady Judith’s sons.

And you hadn’t had enough.

‘… what do you think of this, lord Aethelred?’ you teased him back, and he looked almost hit by your quick wit, answering in a blabbered mess, before he sent you a defeated smirk, his beautiful eyes offering a peace declaration, something that made you blush, because it made his eyes softer, almost genuine.

And this was the reason why you suddenly were happy to accompany, again, in clothes not yours, Sybil to lady Judith’s parlor, softly smiling at the woman, who couldn’t tolerate you but his son, Aethelred, seemed quite fascinated by you.

And you were as well taken.

Enough to make you forget of the consequences of being caught and discovered as nothing more than the maid you were.

But when Aethelred would spar his wits with you…

… it wasn’t easy to simply hide the truth and speak with him.

Since he had soon noticed his mother’s distaste for you, which came with more and more question about you.

Something that made you uneasy and Aethelred was quite able to catch on it, eventually asking to see you at Downtown.

You denied him, faking some innocence you didn’t own, as you suggested letters as a middleground, finding out that the forgotten lord was quite the poet.

He had wanted to be a poet, although his mother had insisted for him to pursue a career as a physician, although he had always been fund of letters, suggesting you books that Sybil would lend you, as you almost imagined Aethelred reading them for you.

He was so in love with you that his letters had grown quite bold, and you had learned to hide them even from your beloved friend Sybil, who’d try to sneak a little peek meanwhile you read them, but you always clutched them closer to your chest, a small act of privacy-

Aethelred had taken to describing how it’d feel to kiss your lips, and in your answer to him you’d protest with your face red as you told him ‘what an improper gentleman he was’ before asking him to indulge you in more, to let you know what he’d do if he could kiss your neck.

What had started with a game, had you developing feelings for your own personal poet.

Which wasn’t in the slightest proper.

And you should have seen that it would have ended badly.

But taken in the spires of love, you would have flown over Downtown Abbey by how light you felt.

Without any worry to be discovered.

Even more now that your relationship had become one of rather ‘tempting’ letters.

But then it happened.

You were running to Sybil’s room with a set of her clothes in your arms, decked in your maid uniform, a bit tired by your hard chores, but looking forward to the night when you’d be able to consume a good candle in your rereading of Aethelred’s latest letters.

You hadn’t received many lately, but you simply thought he was too taken by his own business, or maybe he had forbidden by his mother to write you, almost as the epic forbidden lovers of the novel that Sybil hated but you had found in lady Edith’s room.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even been looking where you were going, and you crashed clumsily against a steady chest as you prayed that it wasn’t any of the lords or Thomas, because that butler was… intolerable.

But it was worse.

It was Aethelred.

He looked surprised and quickly helped you up, his lovesick gaze matching your shocked one, as you saw an horrible accident appear upon your eyes.

If he had noticed your maid uniform, he certainly didn’t mention it.

‘Oh lady (Y/N)!” he spoke gingerly and happily, as he gently grasped your hand, and hadn’t you been so so terrorized of having been discovered, you would have cherished that soft gesture “… I was looking rightfully for you, I just couldn’t wait to see you again that I thought to be bold and finally lay my kiss upon your perfect lips”.

And now you didn’t know whether you were blushing for his words or for your inevitable demise.

“You shouldn’t be here” you were simply able to utter, as you tried to look to see if anybody was coming.

Aethelred confused your nervousness with embarrassment, and he moved to comfort you, coming much closer than it was proper as he grabbed onto your hands, at the same time you saw Mr. Barrow appearing on the stairs.

Something that made you immediately push Aethelred away.

And you turned, immediately grabbing onto the clothes that had fallen onto the floor, busying yourself, meanwhile Mr. Barrow moved to talk with Aethelred, asking him if he needed any help.

If he was searching for somebody.

And he quickly looked at you, but before he could reply, you did it for him.

“… he is looking for lady Sybil, Mr. Barrow, I accidentally bumped in him” you had commented and you tried to sound as innocent as you could, not wanting the devilish Mr. Barrow to suspect anything, as you smiled softly to make him leave you both alone “… I’ll accompany him to lady Sybil, don’t worry Mr. Barrow”.

“Of course, Mrs. (L/N)” commented the butler, although he shot you a suspicious look but left you with Aethelred, who looked positively surprised, as you had been of seeing him that day.

And then knowledge settled on his face and mind.

“… you are a maid”.

“I am lady Sybil’s maid” you explained, not properly knowing how to deal with all of this.

How to soften the news.

“… you lied to me” his reply hurt you painfully “… you… you pretended to be someone else”.

“I didn’t mean to, I…!”.

“And you kept this up for so long” the fact that he wasn’t screaming at you was worse than anything else “… I… I need to go”.

“Aethelred!” you tried to call to him, but he still turned and left you.

And suddenly all your daydreams were broken.

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You had been able to avoid during anymore chores, calling in a few favors you had done to the staff of Downtown Abbey, and you had been able to mope in your room alone, as you thought about the fact that not only your ‘fairytale’ had just ended, but also replaying Aethelred’s sad expression.

He had looked utterly betrayed by your confession and hadn’t been able to listen to your explanation.

Although you weren’t sure that it would have been a proper explanation.

You shouldn’t have strung him up for so long, without telling me who you truly were.

But if you had told him, you would have never seen him again.

And… the thought broke your heart.

Because now, for sure, you’d never see him again.

You were clutching the letters to your chest, when you felt a solid knock at your door, thinking that it was either Mrs. Hughes checking on you or lady Sybil who probably had been alerted of Aethelred’s presence.

Either way you mumbled a small ‘leave me alone, I am fine’.

But it wasn’t enough and the door opened to reveal a rather distinguished Mr. Barrow, that made you hiss painfully embarrassed as you knew that you’d either be fired or he’d make terrible fun of you.

And still both the perspectives hurt you less than the thought of having broken Aethelred’s heart.

“Mrs. (Y/N)” he called out to you, as you at least tried to keep a bit of your decency, hiding the letters and adjusting your nightgown “… I wanted to check if you were alright, you seemed rather shaken after your encounter with lord Aethelred”.

His tone held a knowing tone that had you almost choking on your own as you tried to avoid tears, but when you looked up to him, he didn’t have in the slightest any cruel or joking smirk, but instead his eyes were almost… vulnerable.

“I am alright, nothing to worry, Mr. Barrow” you replied softly, trying to cut this shortly “…it is better that I go to sleep, tomorrow it’ll be a rather busy morn….”.

“I know what it feels like to love someone you can’t have” he commented, again no joking sound in his smile as he gently smiled at you, sadness spreading in it, as you strangely thought about all the rumors you had heard about him “… it’ll hurt for a bit, but eventually it’ll get better… you get used to it”.

“Right now it feels like I am being thrown apart” you commented, not even knowing why you were uttering such a private speech and showing such a private part of your soul to one of the worst members of the staff, one that wouldn’t hesitate to fight you and tease you.

But you felt like you shared a common pain.

“… it’ll get better” he promised “… I’d suggest a bit of chocolate in the meanwhile”.

His small smile made your lips quirk up a bit in the resemblance of a smile.

“… and he wasn’t that handsome”.

You now full on giggled at the absurdity of the situation.

“Maybe to you, Mr. Barrow, but to me he is the most handsome man in the whole world” you commented softly, earning a light look of annoyance from the butler who made you smirk softly.

“...don’t make me criticize your taste in men, Mrs. (Y/N)” replied tightly the man, before moving away, with one last look and then your heartbreak appeared again, but you did sleep a bit better, after having stolen a bit of chocolate and working around helped you quite a bit.

You were in the kitchen getting breakfast ready for lady Sybil so that you could spend the morning together, since you had promised to tell her everything about Aethelred, when you heard your name being called out by a male voice.

Aethelred’s voice.

At first you thought it was simply an hallucination, your annoying brain playing a trick on you, but then there was Aethelred, standing in the middle of the kitchen much to the awe of all the staff, who was quickly brought back to their mansions by Mrs. Hughes, who shot you a confused look, but Mr. Barrow simply replied to her confused look, as if to say ‘I’ll explain you’.

And you were soon left alone in the kitchen with lord Aethelred.

Your mind could only think that he was there simply to make sure that you were fired.

But yet your mouth spoke on its own, able to finally explain yourself properly, as Aethelred called out again your name.

“… Mrs. (Y/N)”.

“Please just… hear me out first, lord Aethelred, I haven’t… I wasn’t correct with you…” you spit out almost on your own “… I lied to you, that is true, but… I didn’t meant to, because let me tell you… it was the only way I would have kept on seeing you, because you see…”.

Your cheeks flushed, as you struggled with saying the words.

They were easy to write but to mean them…

… it was the most difficult thing ever.

It would break your heart further.

“… I have fallen in love with you” but it seemed an extreme relief to finally be able to say it, although you were sure it wouldn’t change anything “… but I am a maid and you are a lord, but yet… it was all my fault, I shouldn’t have…”.

And then before you knew it, Aethelred’s lips were on yours, with such a passion that you were taken aback, but soon your body seemed to take the lead and replied with as much passion as his, your hands setting on his perfect hair, meanwhile his gently set on your waist softly and without tightening his grip.

But he was there, and it was real.

Yet, you kept your eyes closed after the kiss, worried that it might all be a dream.

And Aethelred did the same, as you opened one eye to make sure that you suddenly hadn’t simply dreamt it all up.

But you hadn’t and slowly Aethelred’s light eyes met yours.

And he spoke.

“I’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met” he confessed you, and you were sure it was a dream, till he brought you closer.

And you felt his warmth and delicious smell.

“The fact that you are a maid doesn’t change anything for me” he spoke truly, his eyes shining with excitement “… just… tell me the truth from now on, alright?”.

“Alright, lord Aethelred” you promised him with a soft smile and before you knew it, he had to kiss it, making you giggle in the kiss.

“Well then I do think that we’ll have quite a nice time, lady (Y/N)”.