#need them idiots to smooch so bad

[armysonemeu]

I think we moved on from the moment when Loki revealed that there is some sort of romantic love between Jean and Emma too quickly. Like is it mutual ?? Is it unrequited from Emma's side ??? Unrequited from Jean's side ???? Are they already dating or in some sort of situationship ????? MARVEL I NEED ANSWERS DONT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS ??????

LIKE HELLO ??? WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GET SOME DEVELOPMENT ON THIS ^^^^^

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Steve and Eddie work together in an aquarium, and Eddie is losing his mind. He's in love, he's got the most embarrassing crush, but Steve doesn't even notice him.

They barely interact, and Eddie only knows Steve's first name. He doubts Steve knows he exists, he's just one of many tour guides (but he's amazing with kids and especially teenagers, so he's actually a great tour guide, thank you very much!)

Back to Steve. Steve, with his lean muscles, easy smile, thick hair and beautiful, but somehow sad eyes. That Steve.

The Steve who works in the aquarium as a merman.

Eddie could watch him for hours, floating in the tank with grace Eddie didn't know existed, with his sparkly yellow mermaid tail, flowing hair and chest hair, and that man can hold his breath for so long? Think of the options, the possibilities!

The mermaid show is insanely popular among all the kids and teens, even adults. His best friend Chrissy was the one who recommended Eddie to the aquarium, she's the main mermaid, and god, if Eddie wasn't gay, she'd have him at her feet. She always looks so effortless, twirling underwater in her emerald green mermaid tail, spinning around Steve. They make such a beautiful pair, it makes Eddie want to weep.

Fortunately, she's already in a happy relationship, so Steve is reportedly still single. Chrissy makes Eddie massage her feet in the evenings - he offered, they're cramping from a bad fit of the tail - and graciously answers all Eddie's reasonable questions, such as "how do his hands feel?" ("Wet. We're swimming, remember?").

She keeps telling Eddie to ask Steve out, but Eddie isn't stupid. That man is the god Poseidon himself, and Eddie is but a humble crab in his kingdom. So he admires him from afar, longing, pining and making Chrissy's head hurt.

But Steve's just so good with kids, Eddie can't keep his mouth shut. He always mutters something to Steve as he's ushering the kids away. "Great show, sweetheart," or "I love that smile, Stevie," or "need help getting that tail off?" He's only a man, and no one can hear him.

Except for a nosy tour coordinator listening in through his earpiece, Robin Buckley. She also happens to be Steve's best friend, Chrissy's girlfriend, and a menace to society.

And maybe one day she tells Steve to just smooch the tour guide, maybe she spills a few of the longing whispers and wishful stares, but she's only human too. A human who's had to listen to Steve's ramblings about the cute guy who always pulls the kids' attention like a magnet, who even through the blurry glass tank seems to be having an amazing time. Steve sometimes asks Robin for an extra earpiece and listens to the rest of Eddie's tour after the show. He loves his enthusiasm. Once Eddie even drew a heart on Steve's tank, can you imagine that, Rob?!

Maybe Robin and Chrissy have to work together to give the two idiots what they need, because Eddie considers himself too nerdy and plain for Steve, ans Steve thinks he's too dumb and shallow for Eddie.

Maybe Chrissy fakes slipping into the mermaid tank and drags Eddie with her. Maybe Robin is there and quickly gets Steve to jump after him. Maybe she makes the innocent mistake of insuating that Eddie can't swim.

And maybe, when Steve and Eddie are back on firm ground, confused and wet, Chrissy splashes them with water and asks if pretending that it's mouth to mouth resuscitation would help, or if they can finally kiss and stop pining for each other.

And one more maybe...maybe in a few weeks, when Eddie ushers the children away after the show, he kisses his palm and presses it against the tank, and watches Steve do the same, before he can give him a proper kiss after their shift.

[yuri-is-online]

Grim being greedy with Yuu's attention and love is pretty cute and very cat of him. Though it would be funny if the guys are the ones getting jealous/are envious of Grim. Image one of them seeing Grim getting held, smooched on his cute little face, and being told what a handsome little man he is. The boy wants that to be him so bad. 🥲

I love the misplaced jealousy trope so much. It's about the contempt, embarrassment, and guilt all rolled up into one package. Anyway have a list:

Not Jealous

Kalim- the only thing he is jealous of is that he is not the one spoiling Grim, he wants to let him know what a special little boy he is too! Look he even brought some crackers-

Trey- has kid siblings, knows how fun they can be to spoil so he doesn't mind. He saves his actual jealousy for other people that try to monopolize your time and assume that since he is so laid back he will just be ok with it.

Lilia- he is too old to be jealous of a practical child, but he is a bit hurt Grim won't let him spoil either of you with some food. He worked really hard on it ˙∧˙

Rook- watching you interact with Grim is truly beautiful, he has so many pictures of the two of you together from different angles in different light and he loves them all. Also I feel like he would be the type to actually like feeling jealous? Like he would write excessively about how beautiful he finds his feelings for you to the point you wonder if he is actually jealous or just... really extra with his obsessions.

Rollo- he doesn't see Grim as competition. Point, blank, period, there is no reason to be jealous of a monster because he doesn't want you to see him as someone who needs babying. If you are going to pepper his face with kisses and tell him he is handsome he wants that to be for other reasons (and hopefully in private he isn't big on pda.)

Deuce- he has this little game with Grim where Grim tries to get him jealous but Deuce waits his turn like a good little boy and gets twice as many kisses and compliments as Grim does. Idiot falls for it every time and Deuce is way to smug about it for Yuu not to notice.

Only a Little Jealous

Ruggie- is aware enough of himself to know he has no reason to see Grim as competition. Everyone likes spoiling kids, even bratty ones, but hey. Ruggie is a greedy guy and he wants to be spoiled by you, even if he is a bit too shy to admit it.

Cater- you spoiling Grim is very camable and Cater loves taking pictures of it; even if he doesn't have your permission to post them he just likes to have them to look at. But on days where Cater is a bit more depressed it can be hard to watch, he needs some tlc to recharge and he will never say he hates seeing it go to Grim- he does hate seeing it go to Grim.

Epel- really wishes Yuu would hang out with him because they think he is cool... but cool guys like being told they're handsome and getting kisses too... right? Well doesn't matter because he does and he is torn between playing cute to get it and hoping he wakes up buff enough to flirt with Yuu the way he wants.

Silver- he isn't aware that he is jealous because he knows why he shouldn't be, he has animals following him around everywhere so it would be hypocritical of him to be jealous of the attention you give Grim. But he is, he really likes your affection and is jealous for it.

In Denial

Vil- world famous super model Vil Schoenheit does not get jealous, people get jealous of him. And he certainly does NOT get jealous of monsters who aren't real rivals for your attention and he does not look at how you spoil Grim and think to himself how nice it would be to be able to be that free with his affection. On a completely unrelated note are you free in about an hour? He has some lipsticks he needs to swatch.

Jade- let's get one thing straight, Jade never gets actually jealous he just pretends to be because it's funny. He definitely is not watching you kiss Grim's little face and actually think of throwing him halfway across campus. Now if you could just look the other way for a second- oh why are you looking at him like that he would never actually hurt Grim. But just to make sure maybe you could buy him off with a kiss? Pretty please?

Sebek- thinks that he is above being jealous but has that ruffled wet cat look complete with the trembling lower lip as soon as he sees you and Grim. He isn't fooling anyone, please also spoil the croco he will call you an idiot but he is only doing that because he is too flustered to talk properly.

Jack- you are his mate, his one and only, the moon in the sky that is his life so why oh why does watching you spoil Grim make him want to die? Maybe it's because it is a bit hard for him to admit when he wants your affection so seeing you be so free with Grim makes those same words bubble up in his throat. Thank goodness he has a tail, otherwise you would never know when he wants a smooch.

Riddle- touch starved? Check. Proud? Check. Obsessed with rules to the point that it makes him a bit stiff when it comes to how he rationalizes his desires for affection? Oh you don't even know. He doesn't realize what he is feeling is jealousy and just assumes Yuu is breaking some sort of rule of social etiquette and that's why he is so mad at Grim. If he gets a kiss out of this he will probably pass out.

Visibly Seething

LEONA- is a petty bitch. He needs to feel like he is in charge and has a weird sort of competition with Grim because of how vaguely feline he is. Leona is the bigger cat so he should be the one Yuu is kissing on and not the whiny baby. leona says fuck them kids

Floyd- Floyd isn't always jealous. Sometimes he thinks watching Yuu spoil Grim is really funny! Just look at baby seal, all whiny and spoiled just like a real baby, so cute ♡ But when he has decided that he, Floyd, is the one who should be receiving kisses the eel is an absolute menace. Running won't help you.

Azul- he is touch starved and repressed and while it should be cute watching you spoil Grim... he doesn't think it is. Or rather he can't, he is too caught up in white knuckling his grip on his cane because oh seas he wishes that were him, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET THAT BE HIM

Jamil- thinks he is playing it smooth and isn't coming off as jealous at all but he is. I once wrote that he would be jealous of the air you breathe and Grim is much more solid than that. He tries to play off his interruption as him just having had a rough day but Grim knows what he is and is not impressed. he totally sticks his tongue out at grim when yuu isn't looking what a loser

Ace- Grim has this weird game he plays with Ace where he behaves extremely well and gets a bunch of kisses and praise while Ace seethes in the corner until he finally snaps and whines for your attention. Ace does not wait his turn like a good boy and he and Grim are constantly competing for who gets the most kisses.

Malleus- Mal Mal is a bit of a spoiled brat. He hasn't had a lot of friends, so him wanting to be around Yuu and have their attention whenever he wants is natural but... he really isn't the best at sharing. But never mind that isn't his face much more kissable than Grim's child of man? (￣ε￣)

C-c-combo

Idia- no I didn't forget hims shut up. He goes through all four stages in that exact order. Not jealous because Mr. Grim is so cute he deserves all the kissies in the world, to a little jealous because he wishes Grim would let him spoil him too, to in denial because pssh there's no waaay you would ever want to give a weeb like him kisses or think he was handsome, to outright seething because Grim starts making fun of him. He is too brave enough to handle Yuu's affection! He instantly passes out after he gets one kiss

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

obsessed with the implication charlie's suit is specifically suited to enable girlfriend kisses XD @intrinsicepiphany

IMAGINE IF CHARLIE USED TO ONLY WEAR SUITS WHEN GOING ON ON SERIOUS BUISNESS like trying to make a good impression on angry sinners so they maybe take her seriously enough to let her help them, BUT THEN ONE DAY AN INJURED DUMPSTER LADY CLINGS TO HER LAPELS probably bc dizziness from bloodloss and pain which is bad but she also SMILED a little (again!!!) (at charlie!!!!) when Charlie caught her and steadied her and since then Charlie has just been like WELL I CAN'T NOT WEAR MY SUIT AROUND THE HOUSE! IT HAS GOOD HAND HOLDS BUILT IN! WHAT IF VAGGIE NEEDS THE LAPEL HAND HOLDS? WHAT IF SHE FEELS DIZZY AGAIN AND REACHES OUT TO (kiss kiss kiss) GRAB ME???? It's not worth the risk of her falling even though it might never happen-! oh it's happening-? oh she doesn't look dizzy but she sure is smiling at me- wow her smile is pretty- Oh hey cool for a small lady with scars all over her back she sure is strong- (get smooched idiot)

[vsvillain]

✩ anything for you — m.sk

pairing. sakura (le sserafim) x fem reader

summary. sakura has always been good at hiding her feelings, meaning you have absolutely no idea that she's been pathetically in love with you since high school, and she intends for it to stay that way. but it's getting harder and harder to hide how she feels, especially since you started living in her house.

info. non idol au, best friends to lovers, businesswoman sakura, down bad pining, like 1 random mention of yunjin at the end 👍 overall disgusting fluff ew

warnings. swearing, reader was stuck in a toxic relationship with a Man (not described in detail), brief mentions of overworking

word count. 2.4k

(a/n) this is the grossest fluffiest thing i have ever written so far . i need to write about car chases next

you wake up alone in a bed that isn't yours, pale morning sunlight shining softly through the curtains in an unfamiliar room, and it takes you a second to figure out where the hell you are before the memories of the previous night come crashing back down.

"ugh," you grumble, rolling around and pressing your face into the pillow. sakura's pillow. her expensive perfume lingers faintly, and you breathe in the familiar scent a few times to ground you before rolling out of bed and dragging yourself up to your feet. the thought of sleeping in longer is tempting, but you refuse to let yourself wallow for too long over your now ex-boyfriend—you're the one who ended it with him last night, after all. you don't want to waste any more time thinking about him.

after getting cleaned up in sakura's bathroom (she left out an extra toothbrush and towel for you, and you have to smile at her thoughtfulness) and putting on one of her sweaters, you pad down the hall and poke your head into her office. "kkura?"

your best friend glances up from her desk, face softening when she sees you. "good morning," she says with an affectionate smile, standing up and letting you wrap her in a hug. "did you sleep well?"

"yep. you?" you notice how she's holding herself more stiffly than usual, and you frown at her when you pull away. "i told you not to sleep on the couch! you should've just shared the bed with me."

sakura laughs self-consciously, blushing and looking away. "you were tired, i didn't want to make you uncomfortable." she takes another look at you, and her eyes light up. "is that my sweater?"

"huh? oh, yeah." you pull the sleeves over your hands and playfully flap them in her face. "why, do you want it back?"

"you look cute in it, so i suppose i can excuse the blatant thievery," sakura responds, the words leaving her mouth before she can even think about it. get a grip, she thinks frantically, hoping that her stupid infatuation with you isn't showing on her face. "anyway. um, do you want breakfast? i left a plate for you downstairs."

"you're so sweet." you lean in and kiss her on the cheek, unaware of the way it makes her heart jump. "did you already eat?"

"i did, i got up a few hours ago." sakura nods back towards her computer. "lots of paperwork to go through, so…"

"hey, what did i tell you about working too hard on weekends?" you try to look stern, poking a finger in her face. "i'm forcing you to take more breaks from now on, you're going to regret letting me stay with you."

sakura just laughs, leaning back. "i could never regret it," she says fondly, and immediately regrets saying that when your face lights up with an insufferably smug smirk. "i mean—"

"awww," you coo, throwing your arms around her and pressing an obnoxiously loud smooch on her cheek. "you are totally obsessed with me."

"i am not—" sakura flushes, trying to hold back an embarrassed smile as she struggles halfheartedly against your grip. "go eat the breakfast i made for you before it gets cold, you idiot."

you laugh and let her go, prancing out of her office and downstairs to the kitchen—all the while blissfully oblivious to how painfully fast sakura's heart is pounding.

she falls back into her office chair, putting her hands on her chest and sighing like a lovesick schoolgirl. i am so pathetic.

later that night, after a takeout dinner, you manage somehow to drag sakura out of her office for a much-needed break. the two of you are wandering around in a quiet park, and the cool autumn night air makes you shiver a little.

sakura glances over at you, noticing you shivering. "are you cold?" her tone turns scolding, and she nudges your arm. "i told you to bring a jacket."

"c-cold? of course not," you chatter unconvincingly. there's no way you're going to admit you're cold and face the full brunt of her "i-told-you-so" look. "i'm n-not cold at all."

sakura sighs. "oh, come here." she takes off her leather jacket and drapes it around you before you can even begin to protest, mumbling to herself in exasperation as she focuses on bundling you up. "hmph, you never listen to me… one of these days you're going to freeze to death, i swear. i don't know why i even try…"

you have to smile at the cute frown on her face as she frets over you. when she steps back, satisfied with her work, you give her a little kiss on the cheek. "thank you, kkura. you know you're really cute when you get all fussy like that?"

her face is extremely red when you pull away. "no i'm not."

"yes you are—" you gasp, delighted. "are you blushing?"

"no!" she squeaks, turning her face in the other direction. "that's just—the cold!"

"oh please, it's not that cold." you press closer to her side with a smirk. "you're blushing because of me."

"clearly it's cold enough to make you shiver like a chihuahua," sakura insists, still blushing. that was a friendly kiss, she convinces herself. she's my friend. we're being… friendly.

right, because wanting to grab you and kiss the stupid smirk off your face is definitely a 100% friendly urge.

"whatever you say." you sigh dramatically, breaking her out of her not-so-friendly thoughts. "hey, let's head back. it's getting late."

"alright," says sakura, relieved. she doesn't know how much more of your teasing she can handle until she melts into a puddle on the ground. "do you still feel cold?"

"no, your jacket is really warm. but…" you take her hand as you start walking home, tucking it into your pocket and interlacing your fingers. "i wouldn't want you to get cold without it~"

sakura's blush returns full-force, but thankfully you spare her from further teasing. a comfortable silence settles over the two of you as you continue walking home, and you realize, not for the first time, how happy you feel with her. you never felt this way with your ex-boyfriend, not even once… in fact, just thinking about the way he treated you makes you frown.

"you're quiet." sakura gently squeezes your hand. "what are you thinking about?"

you shrug. "i don't know, just… happy that i'm not with him anymore, i guess."

"he never deserved you," says sakura, squeezing your hand again and smiling softly when you look at her. it's a far cry from her usual expressionless businesswoman face, and you take satisfaction in knowing you're one of the few people with the privilege of seeing her smile like this.

"you deserve nice things, you know?" she continues as you walk along the sidewalk. "things that make you happy."

it just slips out. "you make me happy."

sakura blushes, caught off-guard. "w-well, you have me," she says, a little awkwardly as she tries to sound lighthearted. "you've always had me…"

you beam at her, unaware of the longing undertones in her voice. "i know."

"you're so pretty when you smile," sakura mumbles, almost to herself—but you hear it.

"what was that?" your smile turns into a smirk, seizing the opportunity to tease her a little more. "you think i'm pretty?"

sakura just looks at you, which wasn't the reaction you were expecting, and says without any hesitation, "yes."

"oh." suddenly it feels like you're dying. all the heat in your body rushes directly to your face so quickly that you feel lightheaded. you clear your throat, floundering for words. oh my god, am i dying? "hm. that's—mm."

sakura glances at you curiously, but thankfully doesn't say anything. the rest of the walk home—you've already started thinking of sakura's place as home—is spent more or less in silence, and you're left feeling like something has shifted in your relationship without you knowing exactly what it is.

the days pass, and you manage to get rid of any lingering feelings you still have for your ex. work starts back up, and your life almost completely returns to normal.

except you're still living with sakura. she never says anything about it, and neither do you. clearly she doesn't mind having you here. you think she's secretly grateful for the company, since she's so used to being alone in her big empty house all the time.

every time you sit down to start looking up places to move, sakura calls for you to come taste-test something she made, or to get your opinion on a new suit she got, and you tell yourself you'll just keep looking later. then you proceed to forget all about it until the cycle starts again.

one morning, you wake up in sakura's guest room—your room, now—and squint against the bright morning sunshine coming in through the windows. you and sakura had stayed up late watching movies and playing video games the previous night, and you vaguely recall her having to half-drag, half-carry your sleepy self upstairs and tuck you in.

you start to sit up, but you're immediately pulled back onto the bed with a surprised "oof". you look down to see an arm wrapped securely around your waist, and you glance behind you in confusion to find sakura sound asleep while snuggled against your back.

you cover your face in embarrassment as the rest of the memory returns to you. stay with me, you had implored her while latched onto her side like a koala. somehow your positions had reversed while you slept, and now she shows no signs of letting go.

"kkura?" you whisper, taking her hand and giving it a soft squeeze.

"mm," sakura mumbles, eyes still shut. and suddenly you're extremely glad that you're turned away from her, because the realization must be showing all over your face.

you… are in love with her.

it's such a sudden thought that it actually makes you say "what the fuck" out loud, and she stirs from behind you. "hm…?"

"n-nothing!" you yelp in a strained voice, heart pounding. "go back to sleep."

sakura shifts closer and lets out a cute little yawn, which does not at all help your current flustered state. "good morning… everything alright?"

"yeah, i'm fine," you say quickly, trying to think of how you can change the subject. "um, thanks for carrying me up here last night… and staying with me…"

"of course." sakura seems to notice how tense you've gotten and pulls away to sit up, much to your dismay. "no need to thank me, you know i'd do anything for you."

"oh, anything?" you roll over to face her and immediately regret it. she's smiling back at you, and something about the look on her face makes you wonder if it might be possible that… whatever you're feeling, she's feeling it too.

"yes, anything." sakura's smile is soft and unguarded, and it makes you want to do something stupid.

driven by instinct, you take her hand and pull her down to lie next to you so the two of you are face-to-face. "sakura… anything, really?" were her lips always this pretty?

sakura meets your eyes, lips parting slightly as she catches on to the implications of your question. "anything."

you're not sure who made the first move, but the next thing you know, her hands are cradling your face and you're kissing. and it's not some big explosion of feelings, like you thought it would be. if anything it feels warm and natural, like coming home after a long day.

sakura's eyes flutter open when you have to break the kiss for air. "am i still dreaming?" she mumbles, blinking at you and gently touching your cheek like she's making sure you're real.

"i love you." the words leave your mouth before you can even think, and you cover your face. "i mean—um, i like—no, wait, i—uh—i just—"

"i love you too." sakura cuts off your nervous rambling with another one of those smiles that could bring world peace, looking down shyly at your intertwined hands. "i've wanted to do that for a long time."

"we should get married," you say, because apparently you just have no filter at all this morning. "or, um. maybe we should date first."

sakura laughs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "that sounds like a good plan to me."

"i mean, we're practically dating already." you feel like your soul is happily floating in the clouds right now, but then you sit up in alarm. "wait, don't you have to go to work now? it's already 9."

sakura shrugs, running a hand through her hair. "i called last night to tell them i'm using one of my vacation days today. i, uh…" she looks away, blushing. "i wanted to stay in with you…"

"awww, you're taking the day off for me?" you gasp dramatically, tackling her in a hug. "the most serious workaholic in the city is skipping work for me?"

sakura yelps in surprise when you knock her back into the mattress, and she sighs in exasperation as she halfheartedly struggles against your grip. "so what if i want to spend time with you," she complains, still blushing. "you know i—i love you."

you giggle and press your lips to hers in another kiss, but then something else occurs to you. "wait a second." you pull back and give her a bombastic side eye. "how long?"

sakura smiles sheepishly, knowing what you mean without you having to say it. "a long time."

"since college?"

"since high school."

you hit her in the shoulder. "sakura!"

"what?" she protests, ducking away with a laugh. "what about it?"

"you've been in love with me this whole time and you never said anything?" you scold lightly, propping yourself up on the bed and crossing your arms. "i can't believe you."

the way she's looking at you right now, her whole face practically glowing with love, makes you feel like your heart might just explode in your chest. "i'm saying it now," says sakura, sitting up as well and giving you a cheeky grin that doesn't match the fondness in her voice. "i love you."

"i love you too," you mumble, heat rushing to your cheeks. then something else occurs to you, and you grin. "hey, you haven't even taken me out on a date yet and you've already got me in your bed. who knew you had so much rizz~?"

"you need to stop hanging out with yunjin," she says, an unimpressed look on her face. "come over here and kiss me again."

"wow, so bossy…" you pretend to swoon, and then you let her pull you onto her lap so she can shut you up with a kiss.

[waters-and-the-wilde]

hehe scenario. jupeter coming out the other side of All That with a bit of 'wow you're just straight up a bit codependent but maybe that's actually the best-case scenario for you right now carry on fellas'

oh they've Had Their Talk in the aftermath, and, okay, it's agreed that they are Not Doing Romance because Nureyev needs Time To Grieve and it would be better to Take The Pressure Off Of Being In A Relationship and they will Reevaluate when Nureyev's had a chance to be a guy who doesn't have to worry about where his next meal is coming from. but also Like Hell is Juno just going to Leave Him Alone after all this. and the result is that they spend the Big Crash just. completely unhinged about each other. Nureyev's shot past 'feeling vulnerable around Juno scares the shit out of him' and well into 'raw nerves and gaping wounds and compound trauma and feeling vulnerable about literally anything and everything all the time and being around Juno is integral to not spiraling into the abandonment hell vortex'. meanwhile Juno's like 'holy shit Nureyev is letting me be there for him. this is already incredible progress'

u think they were insufferable on the Carte Blanche well. on the Carte Blanche Nureyev was still working on things like trusting Juno enough to let him back in at all and he Had An Image To Maintain and lots of Private Stuff to Deal With and Juno was still figuring out how not to be a prickly ass all the time and 'when is it appropriate to give your bf his space when your default mode is to Investigate Shit' and none of that is a going concern right now

'sometimes you gotta be a little bit mentally ill to handle the mental illness' they have so much separation anxiety and they are clipping their carabiners together. hooking pinky fingers and following each other when one needs to do something in the next room. where's Nureyev? sitting in Juno's lap again. his ass is experiencing 'nervous system doesn't know how to respond to the sudden removal of constant crushing dread and just goes fucking haywire at unpredictable intervals'. he gets random-ass panic attacks and there's only so much the breathing exercises and the grounding exercises and self-soothing techniques can do compared to 'Juno is here and he's fine and he's safe and he is more than happily providing prolonged physical contact' to get him to calm down on a physiological level

meanwhile Juno's like 'i chased this idiot across half the galaxy because he wouldn't ask for help and had to deal with him being all stone-faced and cold about it, do I look like i mind that he's clingy now? a lady does not need his personal space at this time. a lady is living for this. a lady is also maybe feeling clingy have u considered that'

everyone who isn't rita (idek who. melee? the other vivopolis refugees??) is assuming they are just getting a very bad grade in taking it slow and are barely humoring them about it. and neither bothers with denying the boyfriend allegations but it's not bc it's true it's they're just. too exhausted to get defensive about it

rita: and i mean they ain't actually smooching too loud in the kitchen or whatever

melee probably: he just came out of Juno's room wearing Juno's shirt

juno: he's a thief that's his shirt now

(12 hours earlier:)

nureyev: (shows up to juno's room at 3am) im sorry for waking you i had nightmares about [the bomb/the carte blanche raid/dokana capturing you] i just needed to see that you were alive and make sure im in the reality timeline and then i will go back to-

juno: get in loser we're watching bad cops

rita: hi mista' n do you want some of this blanket

nureyev: that's very kind but im afraid im

juno: yeah hold up he's like really sweaty im gonna get him a clean shirt

nureyev: you really don't need to-

juno: how are you even still standing up when you're shaking like that

nureyev: that is. an excellent question

juno: anyway welcome to the club i fired rita like an hour ago bc i had nightmares about her dying on the asteroid

rita: i had one where i was gettin chased by this big stompy plant monster with lotsa teeth and i had to distract it by throwing all my snacks behind me and then i was outta snacks and then i was up getting more snacks when mista' steel fired me

rita: you know i think only reason i ain't got separation anxiety about mista' steel is because we spent all that time in the ruby together while we were chasin' after you and that gets a gal over it real fast

juno: thanks rita :P

[hearts-hunger]

evergreen — part two

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Series Summary: Jake takes you on your first vacation to the cabin the gang stays at every year. When memories of past relationships loom heavy, will this vacation send cracks through the foundation of safety and trust you have in each other?

Chapter Summary: You're trying to let the past stay in the past, but Jake keeps making it difficult.

Pairings: Jake x Reader, Josh x Baby, Sam x Danny | Genre: fluff, angst, emotional h/c | Word Count: 4.4k | Warnings: smoking, sexual innuendo, mentions of infidelity

A/N: Hehehe more Jake being and idiot and Sparrow struggling emotionally. We're in for a little more before the end, but at least Baby and the boys are there for them ♡

You woke to a late morning sun, dappled daylight shining as well as it could through the trees growing right outside the window. Jake was on top of you, as he always was, his legs tangled with yours and his arm snugly around you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. You absently brushed his hair back from his face, trying to take stock of yourself as you became aware of a vague, constant achiness.

Oh, right — margaritas strong enough to down a grown man, one cigarette too many, sleeping in a bed you'd felt completely uncomfortable in. All that was why you felt like you'd been run over by a truck. You needed to shower and take something for your headache and get out of this bed you hated with every fiber of your being, but you couldn't face trying to move just yet. 

Jake stirred and moved closer to you, if that was possible.

“Sparrow,” he mumbled. “You awake?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself.” His morning voice was deep and raspy. “What the hell did we drink last night?”

“The whole liquor cabinet.”

He gave a soft laugh that trailed off into a groan. “Yeah, I guess so. You feel okay?”

“Oh, I feel super,” you said. “How do you feel?”

“Like roadkill.”

You snorted. “Sexy.”

He propped himself up a little, looking down at you with a scrunchy, dazed kind of smile. 

“If you say so,” he said. “That reminds me. We were gonna do some swashbuckling last night, weren't we?”

“We sure were,” you said, “before you passed out.”

“Right.” He gave you a quick smooch good morning, as he always did. “Sorry about that. I can make it up to you right now if you want.”

You gave a doubtful hum. “We need to shower. And brush our teeth.”

“Oh, come on,” he coaxed. He kissed your neck. “Napoleon told his wife not to bathe for three days before he came home and ravished her.”

Though you usually wouldn't have minded some sweaty, tangled-up morning sex, there was no way you were doing that in this bed. 

“Too bad you're not Napoleon,” you said sweetly.

He didn't get the hint, perhaps too absorbed with kissing your collarbone. He was still dressed in his clothes from the day before, but you were in nothing but your underwear; you couldn't exactly blame him for exploring what was usually available for his enjoyment, but no part of you wanted him to touch you like that in this bed.

“Jake,” you said, gently pushing him off you. “Let me up, babe.”

He did, respecting your less subtle cue but giving you a wry smile. “You must really not feel good,” he teased.

It wasn't your hangover that was killing your libido, and you were a little annoyed that he didn’t know that. You sat on the edge of the bed, touching a hand to your pounding head.

He ran a soothing hand over your back. “You feel sick, honey?”

You didn't answer that. You did, but you didn't want to tell him why. You wanted him to use his brain and figure it out himself.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you said. You blindly grabbed a shirt from the drawer, and it happened to be Jake's “I'm the reason all the rum is gone” tee.

“Oh, now you’re just teasing me,” he said with a smile.

“I'm not teasing anybody,” you said, and you surprised yourself with how harsh it was.

He raised a brow. “Okay, sparrow. I’m just messing with you, baby. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You wanted to say that not meaning to didn't make it any better; in a way, it made it worse. Where did he keep his brain sometimes? You felt it was stupid for him to be so oblivious, or maybe you should be thankful that he was. If he wasn't thinking about Izzy, why should you be?

You gave him a half-hearted nod, raw with guilt and discomfort. “Okay. I’m just... not in a great mood. Sorry.”

“You’re allowed to not be in a great mood,” he said kindly. “Go get a shower, honey. You want coffee?”

His gentle care for you wore down your frustration. “Yes, please.”

“Okay. It'll be ready for you when you get out.”

You gathered up some clothes and headed for the upstairs bathroom, but you heard the shower running in there already, so you made your way to the downstairs bathroom. Sam was in the basement fooling around on the mellotron, and you were mildly embarrassed to be seen in your current state of undress.

“Sorry,” you said bashfully. “Just going to shower.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “All good.”

You laughed. “Thanks. You're a gentleman and a scholar, Sam.”

“Oh, I try.”

You took a long time in the shower, letting the hot water ease your many aches. Even from the basement, you could smell the promised coffee brewing, and you came into the kitchen to see Jake and Danny working on breakfast.

“For you, my dearest,” Jake said, handing you a cup of coffee made just the way you liked it. “Danny reminded me that we're switching rooms, so I went ahead and moved our stuff.”

“Oh,” you said, pleasantly surprised and relieved. “Thanks, honey.”

“Sure.” He kissed your cheek. “I’m gonna go shower. You look like you're feeling a little better.”

“I am,” you said truthfully. All of your worries had been very quickly assuaged with a simple room reassignment, and you felt a huge weight come off of you.

He smiled. “I'm glad, honey.” He slapped a bottle of ibuprofen into your hand. “Eat up.”

You huffed a laugh and boosted yourself up onto the counter. Danny was working on pancakes, his hair up in a claw clip and a dishrag over his shoulder.

“Thanks for mentioning the room thing,” you said.

He smiled. “No problem, sparrow. I didn't say why, just asked him if we were still switching. I'm sorry you had to stay in there last night. You could have moved our stuff.”

“He forgot, and he was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow,” you said. “I figured it was easier to stay put.”

“You're a good man, Charlie Brown,” he said. “I’d be climbing the walls in a room Sam had been in with his ex.”

You gave a rueful hum around a sip of coffee. “I almost was. He wanted to get into some... extracurriculars, shall we say, just now, but you can probably figure out how that went.”

“Not the way he pictured it, I imagine.” He added to the growing stack of pancakes. “He still doesn't know why you don't want to be in there?”

You sighed. “I guess not. Maybe I should be glad he’s not thinking of her, but I can't get her out of my head.”

“Who, me?” Baby came into the kitchen wearing one of Josh’s shirts and sleep shorts. “Sparrow, tell me it's me. I need an ego boost.”

“Girl, I'd rather it was you. But no, it’s Izzy.”

She looked over at you as she made herself a cup of coffee. “You didn't tell me you were into masochism.”

You and Danny laughed.

“They stayed in Jake’s old room last night,” Danny explained. 

Baby's expression scrunched. “Oh, ew. Why?”

“Ask the genius,” you said wryly. “I guess it just didn't occur to him.”

She sighed and leaned against the counter. “Well, the Kiszka boys aren't famous for being the world's most observant on some things. Are you switching rooms?”

“Yeah, we kicked Sam and Danny out,” you said. Danny walked past you to take the plate of bacon to the table, and when both you and Baby reached out, he stopped and let you take some.

“Go round ‘em up,” Danny said. “Everything’s ready.”

You did as he said, and when you were all gathered at the table, the six of you enjoyed a leisurely breakfast peppered with mentions of how bright the sunlight was and requests to pass the ibuprofen. Jake sat next to you, one hand on the back of your chair, his thumb occasionally skating across your back in a soothing motion. That was one of your favorite things about him: those little, unobtrusive touches that told you he was there, that he was tuned into you even if he wasn’t talking to you directly.

“I heard you working on something earlier, Sammy,” he said. “Sounded very orchestral.”

Sam gave him a lopsided smile. “Yeah, it's just something I’m messing around with. Maybe a cool opening for Josh's ‘Heat Above’ song.”

“You want to put the mellotron on that?” Josh asked, animated.

“I was thinking kind of like Age of Man,” he said. “I can show it to you if you want.”

Josh was up out of his chair and down to the basement before anyone could stop him, if they'd been trying to, and Sam followed with a proud smirk on his face. All four brothers tried to impress each other with their new ideas, and you knew that Sam was pleased with Josh’s eager anticipation to hear what he’d been working on. 

At the other end of the table, Danny and Baby were talking about their plans for a Chopped-style cooking competition. You and Jake sat in companionable silence, nursing your coffee and enjoying each other’s closeness.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said after a moment. The sun caught in his hair, bringing out the hint of red in it. “I really was just teasing. You know I don't want anything from you that you don't want to give.”

You touched his cheek. “I know, honey. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I’m sorry too.”

He gave you a gentle kiss. “Love you, sparrow.”

You smiled. “Love you too, Jakey. I think I’m gonna read out on the porch for a little bit. You wanna come and be bored to death?”

He breathed a laugh. “If you want me to, sure.”

“Or you can go jam,” you offered. You patted his chest. “Actually, go do that. I know you'd rather be playing music than watching me read.”

He considered that. “Okay, what if — and here's another one of my theories — I bring my guitar out and play while you read?”

“Again, not a theory,” you teased. “But sure. If you want to, I’d like that.”

He left to get his guitar and you grabbed your book and refilled both of your coffees, heading out to the porch swing. He came out with a throw blanket and his acoustic guitar, and he tossed the blanket at you and managed to cover your head with it.

“Ah, I get it,” you said, your voice muffled. “You don't want to see me while you hang out with me.”

He chuckled and rearranged the blanket so it lay over your lap. “Sorry. My toss was a little over-zealous.”

He sat next to you on the swing, playing an aimless tune that eventually made its way into Jackson Browne's “These Days”. You tried to focus on your book, but his voice was so warm and soft as he sang that you couldn't help but watch him play.

He noticed and looked over at you, giving you a bashful smile. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said. “I just like watching you play.”

His cheeks pinked. “Lucky you got a guy who does nothing but play guitar.”

You smiled. “Yeah, it is lucky.” You watched as he effortlessly picked out the solo in skillful, intentional movements of his fingers across the strings.

“You know this is kind of our song,” you said.

He nodded in that distracted way you liked, when he was focused on playing but still listening to you. “Yes ma'am. I remember.” You'd danced to this song at the wedding where you’d been reunited last winter, the same wedding where you’d finally done something about the feelings both of you had had for each other even after years of being apart. 

“You know the words,” he said. “Sing with me.”

You blushed. “Oh, I dunno. I'd rather hear you without me screwing it up.”

He shook his head. “Your voice could never screw anything up, sparrow. Sing with me.”

You couldn't say no to him, not when he was so sweet to you. He started the next verse, and you offered a quiet, tentative harmony.

“Well I’ll keep on moving, things are bound to be improving these days.”

His smile was impossibly tender. “See? I told you. Beautiful.”

You leaned close and kissed him, slow and gentle and so in love with him.

“Say you love me,” you said softly.

He touched his nose to yours. “I love you, sparrow. More than you could ever imagine, and more than I could ever tell you.”

—

He went to join the guys downstairs after a while, and you felt a warm glow in your chest long after he’d left. You didn't know why you’d been so upset about the whole Izzy business — of course Jake was just being oblivious, and there was no malicious intent in his absent-mindedness. You decided to put the whole thing out of your mind and not let the idea of her intrude on your picture-perfect vacation to a beautiful mountain cabin with the ones you loved so dearly.

Putting a bookmark between the pages of your novel, you ventured inside after a bit to find everyone downstairs. Baby made room for you on the couch and shared her gummy worms, and you snacked contentedly while the boys worked on a song that wasn't entirely coming together.

“I don’t know, it feels a little boring,” Danny said. “It need something like — ” He played a driving beat on the drums, making ample use of the cymbals. “Something brighter.”

“It’s a ballad,” Jake said, shaking his head. “A love song. It just needs the bass drum and the toms, maybe.” He strummed a few chords, and Sam scrambled to join him on the bass. You watched, amused, as Jake was wholly absorbed in playing the tune at a blinding volume while Danny didn't play a single thing. 

Jake looked up. “Yeah, like that,” he said.

Danny lazily twirled a drumstick. “Well, I wasn't playing anything, so...”

Jake gave him an abashed smile. “Oh. Well, maybe it doesn't need any drums. It's just an acoustic thing.”

“You’re cranked up to the loudest, crunchiest tone possible,” Danny pointed out. “Play it on acoustic and I’ll see what I can do with that.”

Jake sigh was half irritated groan. “Maybe we should just scrap it.” He tied his hair up in a bun, and you knew he must be getting frustrated — Jake never put his hair up when he was playing unless he was fed up with it and needed a little less sensory input.

“I don't know, man,” Josh said. “It’s not terrible. I like the chord progression.”

“Okay,” Danny offered, “what if i build up with the drums, like start off with just the bass and come in later on the snare, but keep it soft, and give it a few splashes? Or — ” He extended his hand to Sam, and somehow Sam knew to toss him the egg shakers. “I’ll do some kind of maraca thing, and you can do a beat on the body of the guitar like that Iron and Wine thing.”

“So many things,” Sam teased. “Is that the technical term, Daniel?”

Danny shook a maraca at him. “Yes. Don't question the master.”

Sam put up a hand in surrender. “I wouldn't dare.”

Jake unplugged his guitar and slung the strap over his head. “Let me think about it for a minute. I might decide I hate it.”

His brothers were content to let him take a break, changing tacks to work on the song Sam and Josh had played around with earlier. It was obviously missing a guitar, but it didn't sound half bad with the mellotron and a bright, splashy drum beat to accompany Josh’s voice. 

Jake all but collapsed on the couch next to you. “Hi.”

You smiled. “Hi, honey. Rough day at work?”

He ran a hand over his face. “I guess. That song’s not my best work, but I thought we could try it.”

“Don’t give up on it,” you said. You handed him a gummy worm. “Here. A little something to take the edge off.”

He snorted. “Thanks.”

You brushed back a few wayward strands of hair that had missed the bun. “When did you write that song, anyway? I don't think I've ever heard it.”

“Sometime last year,” he said. “Summer before last, I think. I don't know.”

You tried to ignore the creeping doubt that you'd promised yourself you were done with. “Before you met me?”

“Well, not technically,” he reminded you. You’d been friends in high school before you’d lost touch for a few years. “But yeah, before we got together.”

“Right.” You hated the uncertainty in your tone. “And it's a love song?”

He sighed. “Trying to be, anyway.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. A love song that he'd written before you were together, presumably with someone else in mind. Izzy, namely. You felt a nudge from Baby, and you interpreted her sympathetic look to mean something like I’m sorry he keeps being stupid and you can't really blame him for it at the same time.

You let out a long breath. You knew you couldn't hold his past relationships against him, but it didn't exactly feel great to know he was working on an old love song he’d written for her. You wondered how terrible a girlfriend you would be if you told him to scrap it like he wanted to.

You steeled yourself. No, you remembered, you weren’t going down that road. The past was in the past, and you’d let it stay there, where it belonged, buried six feet underground.

That was a little morbid, granted. You didn't want Izzy six feet under, though you did wish for some karmic payback for the pain she’d caused Jake. But it wasn't yours to deliver, so you'd support this song if he really wanted to make a go of it.

You patted his thigh. “Come play some Pac-Man with me.”

“Ooh, me too,” Baby said, getting up to go with you to the game on the far side of the basement crowded with a pool table, a pinball machine, and a foosball table. Jake followed somewhat reluctantly, but you knew him; he couldn't pass up an opportunity to beat the pants off of you in any game. He was usually successful, except in spades, which he was terrible at for some reason; then, he always insisted on being on your team and letting you carry the two of you to victory. 

As you played, he tried to give you pointers, but you were resigned to being awful at it. 

“Come on, honey,” he laughed. “It’s kinda like skipping stones, remember? All in the — ” Your Pac-Man dissolved and died. “All in the wrist.”

You let him have a go, and he was much better at it; you and Baby watched intently as he moved up a couple levels before he lost. 

“Damn,” he said, looking at the high scores. “Who's that at the top? That was one of us, right?”

He looked to Baby, and she fidgeted a little beside you.

“I think... I think it was Izzy,” she said cautiously.

He didn't say anything for a moment, and you listened with baited breath for how he would react.

“Huh,” he said finally, his tone as even as could be, as if revisiting a pleasant memory. “Yeah, I think you're right.”

As stupid as it was, you couldn’t stop the hot spark of frustration that flared to life in your chest. 

“Guess she knew all about the wrist technique, or whatever,” you said flatly.

He shrugged. “I guess. She was good at that sort of thing.” He stepped aside to let Baby play, and she glanced over at you with an uncertain expression.

“You want to get beaten in foosball too?” Jake asked you, a playful smile on his face.

“No, thanks.” You turned to Baby. “Does Josh have any cigarettes hidden away somewhere?”

“Yes, and I’ll show you where,” she said, “because it’s a dumb hiding place where he thinks I won't get at them.”

She gave you a conspiratorial smile and looped her arm around yours, abandoning her game. 

“You’re gonna die!” Jake protested.

“Sparrow needs me,” she said tartly. “Besides, who cares about a score on Pac-Man?”

You were glad she could sass him when you couldn't quite get up the nerve to, and you let her lead you upstairs to the room she and Josh were sharing.

“Holy shit, is he dumb or what?” she asked, rooting through Josh's backpack. She put on an affected voice. “Oh, she’s so talented and good at that sort of thing that you're bad at. What a moron.”

You couldn't help but laugh, thankful for her lighthearted tone and collusion with you in your frustration. She reached elbow-deep into the backpack and finally found the pack of cigarettes, holding them up triumphantly. 

“Ha! Take that, Joshua.”

The two of you went out to the porch, leaning against the railing as you smoked. The air was chilly and fragrant with pine, and you closed your eyes and let the breeze soothe your riled emotions.

“Am I overreacting?” you asked. “Maybe I’m making a big deal out of nothing.”

She shrugged. “I don't know, sparrow. I was lucky Josh never brought anyone else here.”

You blew out a thin stream of smoke. “And Josh never had any serious relationships before yours, did he?”

“Not really, which is also lucky.” She looked a little wistful then. “We were too busy pining over each other to worry about anybody else, I think.”

Though you’d all been friends your last year of high school and the summer after graduation, you knew Baby had practically grown up with them. You hadn't been surprised to find out that she and Josh were together when you met up again last winter, and it also didn't surprise you that they'd spent a long time secretly in love with each other without saying it.

“Did you ever have a crush on the other guys?” you asked. “Even just a little thing?”

Her smile was telling. “Not really. I guess I thought Danny was a looker when he grew out of his awkward middle-school phase, but I like my guys a little shorter and weirder.”

You laughed. “I guess we have similar tastes.”

She flicked her cigarette. “In that way, yeah. But Jake and Josh are as different as night and day, you know that.”

“Sun and moon,” you said, remembering with fondness the comments you'd seen on social media posts featuring the twins.

She smiled. “Yeah, sun and moon. Sometimes a dumbass sun and moon, but hey.”

You sighed and put your cigarette out. “I don’t know what to do. Sam said I should tell him.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that advice from him before,” she said wryly. “Tends to be solid, but it’s easier said than done.”

“No kidding.” You heard the sound of Jake’s guitar join the song drifting from inside. “Would you tell Josh? If he was doing something like this?”

“Well, I'd like to think I wouldn't have to,” she said. “But... yeah, I would. I trust Josh. And I trust Jake, and I know you do too, even if he’s being an idiot.”

You scuffed your shoe against the railing. “Yeah.” You did trust Jake; you trusted him with every part of you, even the most vulnerable ones, and he’d cherished and honored that trust every time it had been put to the test. Why was this time so hard for you?

Baby gently bumped her shoulder against yours. “Why are you scared to tell him? You know he’d understand how you feel.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I don't know.” You hadn't talked to anyone about this before, not even your best friends who would surely have listened and given you advice, but you wanted to try and talk to Baby about it now.

“We’re out of the honeymoon phase, I guess,” you said. “Not that that’s a bad thing, and not that I expect us to break up or anything, but...”

“It's hard,” she said kindly. “I get it. The first time Josh and I had a big fight, a few months after we got together, I cried the rest of the night. I went super crazy and catastrophized the whole thing.”

That was a familiar feeling. You'd bickered more with Jake these past few months than you ever had when you first got together, and sometimes it had devolved into an actual argument. You hated it, but it was a natural part of relationships.

“I’m not used to that sort of thing,” you confessed. “Me and Jake... this is my first serious relationship, and I don't know what the hell I’m doing. I want to marry him, and I think he’s that serious about me, but... he was probably that serious about Izzy too.”

She didn't say anything for a moment, and you felt your heart sink. “He was, wasn’t he?”

She sighed. “I don't know. I won't lie and say he didn't love her. And I guess she loved him too, as much as you could love a person while still being able to cheat on them, which maybe isn't much.”

She put her cigarette out. “Jake’s like a totally different person with you, sparrow. He lights up like a firefly whenever you're around. I didn't know if he’d ever recover from Izzy, but he has with you, and he loves you like you're his heart.”

You swallowed around the tightness in your throat. “Really? You're not just saying that?”

She took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “No way, sparrow. You know me — I’m a straight shooter. And you fit with us like you were made for us, just like you do with Jake.”

You squeezed her hand back. “I love you.”

Her smile was a little wobbly. “Aw, sparrow, I love you too. I'm so glad you're in our family.”

“Me too,” you said softly.

She kissed your cheek. “I think Sam’s right. Go talk to Jake. You’ll feel better, and Jake will stop being so dumb, and then you can have super great celebration sex.”

You laughed, really laughed, and she laughed with you.

“You know I’m right!” she said. She gave you a gentle push towards the door. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

You stopped at the door and looked back at her.

“I’m really glad you're my friend,” you said.

Her smile was warm and very kind. “Me too, sparrow.”

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heyo, it’s been a while. Would you be willing to make a little headcanon for…I forgot the name of the ship but it’s with kanae and Obanai.

Heya, babe! It has been a while! Hope you had a wonderful break. But hey, I absolutely can since this is my FAVOURITE KNY pairing of all time! I think Obanai and Kanae would be a cute ass fuck couple! Oh, don’t worry about the name! I named it myself;

ObaKana / Viper Bugloss AU

These two are like ObaMitsu, except it’s more chill since the pair are chill af. It’s quite emotional and it’s both relying on each other regularly. They are intimate lovers, connected in all ways deeply

They are equals. Obanai may express love through acts of service but Kanae performs acts of service back so it’s no longer one-sided. They both love each other deeply so they want each other comfortable and happy

Kanae wants Obanai to be friends with her girls. Yet, she is aware of his sensitivity to women so she tries her best to comfortably ease him into meeting her Butterfly Girls overtime and when he finally can. He’s the best big brother figure they could ask for

Kanae is an affectionate supportive girlfriend. She never leaves Obanai alone in public(unless he asks). She speaks up for or speaks for him if he wishes and also gently encourages him. She is a sweet girlfriend whose never pushes Obanai into anything and will follow his own requests for his sake

Obanai’s a clingy possessive boyfriend, he is attached on Kanae almost all the time, giving her praise and affection, and whilst he knows she is very talented and skilled. He refuses to let any man or demon get close. He will lash out violently since he wants to protect her. She doesn’t mind, she finds it charming

Kanae tries her best to accomodate for Obanai. She prefers them to have private dates but if Obanai says he wants to try public restaurants, both of them are going out and feeding each other at a table in the back

Obanai feels kinda pressured to show off his most sensitive insecurity but Kanae does NOT want to push him into anything so she reassures him that he never needs to take off his mask. Yet, after a few months, he approaches her and takes it off. Because he trusts her

Obanai views Kanae as an angel, straight up. She’s a kind, loving, sweet, soft-spoken soft-hearted lady whose only didn’t go out of her way to try welcome him into the Hashira but befriend him. His type… she has been the only person to be so affectionate to him, that he fell in love with her like

That!

Obanai nervously asks Mitsuri and Kyojuro tips on how to talk to Kanae and both of those two silly idiots give him the worst ideas but those goofy mess-ups didn’t even draw the Flower Hashira away, they draw her closer to the Serpent Hashira because he’s interesting to her

Kanae is thankful to how respectful Obanai is to Shinobu’s memory and gives her grave flowers almost weekly, and how he also helps tutor Kanao with her training. She absolutely loves that. She never asked for it but he does it anyway and she bombards him with love and gifts as ‘thank yous’

This couple’s very PDA-driven and cuddly. Like, Obanai is usually sat in Kanae’s lap during Hashira gettogether parties and he’s snuggling up to her whilst they peck and smooch, him side-eyeing hatefully at EVERYBODY even daring to look in her direction

Kanae is the tall honeypot of the relationship whilst Obanai’s the short bad bitch of the relationship. She thinks how small he is, she finds it very cute whilst he actually likes how tall she is. It’s just thrilling for him

ObaKana’s like double affectionate with one another; they hold hands, they give each other good luck kisses, the sharing the same tree in Ubuyashiki‘s mansion embracing one another by the hip. They are usually seen side by side that some of the other Hashira comment that Obanai is a bodyguard for Kanae

And honestly, he acts that way but she doesn’t mind it. She sees past his sharp, harsh, venomous demeanour and sees a genuinely kind and caring man so she loves him for that and much more whilst Obanai’s mad for all of Kanae

Yes. They switch Haoris occasionally and they both even send each other a spare to comfort the other. For example; If Obanai’s been out for a week or two, he’ll send a package of his Haori or a spare of his hairbrush or even a gift he bought at the town to Kanae so she can use them to comfort herself over him until he returns

Obanai likes to brush Kanae’s hair, it’s so beautiful to him and he’ll help add the purple highlights at the tips whilst her and the Butterfly Girls will decorate Obanai with his own custom butterfly ornament-clip

Obanai will never take off that ornament-clip, his hair’s in a ponytail and he wears it. Even in front of his fellow Hashira and Kakushi, proudly because it’s from his girlfriend and her girls. He’ll beat up anybody who tries to mock it because that’s mocking his love

Kanae is often accompanied by Kaburamaru since even Kaburamaru loves her. But as soon as she notices that the pretty white serpent is with her, she tries to find her beloved hissy husband boyfriend to give him back since she doesn’t want Obanai to struggle with his half-blindness

They respect one another so much that getting sexual is nerve-wracking. But honestly, Obanai’s the one freaking out whilst Kanae is trying to calm him down lovingly and patient. Of course, they do make love anyway with her taking charge at first, and don’t fall asleep for ages since they are chatting and processing what they just did together

They do comfort each other a decent amount since they both trust each other to drop walls or acts and talk. They communicate a whole ton and whilst they love each other dearly, they do fight. All couples argue and disagree

Rip Sanemi. Obanai is a bit irritable, despite them being besties, over the fact the Wind Hashira has a crush on Kanae but it does disappear overtime and both himself and Kanae can chat with Sanemi without friction. They both want that since Kanae feels bad and Obanai can’t stand another man wanting his lady

But arguments and disagreements end with them parting for a few hours then both of ‘em just beating themselves up over it but before Kanae even go try find Obanai to apologise, he slips a apology letter and little gift under the doorframe

They do train one another during the Hashira Training event but unlike with all his other pupils, including the other Hashira, Obanai is tame as fuck with Kanae. He cooks her food, lets her take breaks, he checks up on her if he accidentally hits her. He’s a sweetheart with her and her ONLY

Whilst Kanae is always loving and caring and friendly to her pupils, so her overall behaviour doesn’t change that much for when Obanai arrives. He gets her love, no matter that BUT she doooooeesss prioritise him over her students and give him breaks whenever she sees fit

Kanae is so often at the Serpent Estate to spend the week or two with Obanai that she almost forgets what her own mansion looks like!

Them kissing quickly but passionately with Kaburamaru giving Kanae’s forehead a little kiss from Obanai’s shoulders is the evidence of their most purest intimate form of love

Obanai would absolutely drag Douma into the grave with him in order to both get revenge for Shinobu and finally out Kanae’s hatred for him to rest. He would, because he deeply hates Douma for what he did to the Kochos

These two would absolutely, in a scenario where the final battle didn’t end with their deaths which it does, propose to one another at the same time during recovery. Kanae would put hers down to let Obanai propose first, however, she’ll propose right after too!

They’d get married so fast that they’d put Tengen to shame and whilst Obanai doesn’t want Kanae to take on the burden of ‘Iguro’, she reassures him that she wants to have it because it means they are closer as a couple. When do they get married, Kanae and Obanai are Mr and Mrs Kocho

Just… they are very cute and intimate. ObaKana have a similar dynamic to ObaMitsu but the gal less energetic and cheerful and it’s kinda less openly one-sided to more that its a mutual equal love with the gal being more calm and loving!

Now. If you excuse me, I must run away and hide before all the ObaMitsu and SaneKana fans hunt me down and gut me open— TALLLIEHOOOOO!

[writingrock]

his jokes never fail you

pairing: denki kaminari x reader (gender neutral) summary: during his off days, pro-hero Chargebolt spends it with his fiance at home. he reminds you why you said yes to his proposal in the first place.

notes: pro-hero Denki, fluff, bad dad jokes, penguins (if you're scared of penguins ??)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: wow, I actually wrote something else other than angst !! Enjoy this short fluff while I work on bigger fics !!

The public often questioned how pro-heroes spent their day-offs. What do their favourite heroes do when they aren’t fighting crime? For Chargebolt, it’s spending time with his beloved partner. The love of his life. His fiance. He has different ways to unwind but you’re his favourite method by far. For him, the best way to spend his free time is to be with you. Afterall, hero work drained him and you were his recharge station. 

It's a lazy Saturday afternoon and Denki is lounging on the leather couch. Watching a nature documentary that happened to be showing on the TV. He was waiting for you to return from the bathroom. Honestly if you would have allowed him, he’d be sitting by the bathroom door, talking to you as he watches you do your business. Naturally, you shunned him to wait on the couch. Before leaving you, he forced you to witness him sulk away in a dejected manner to make you feel somewhat guilty. It didn’t work, you simply laughed at your fiance’s tomfoolery. 

Upon hearing the familiar footsteps heading towards the living room, Denki shifted his sights to the hallway where you emerge from. You chuckle softly, noticing how he was already anticipating your arrival. He’s always been attuned to your presence. He’s never fallen out of love with you, has he? The same lovestruck idiot from those U.A days. Thinking about the past makes you feel terribly old. It’s hard not to miss when the two of you were youngsters. 

“What took you so long baby?” His arms are outstretched, ready to pull you in. It’s an immediate action as you sit down onto the couch.Without hesitation, his arms encircle you, drawing you into a tender, affectionate cuddle. He pulls you close, his embrace warm and welcoming. 

Denki starts to pepper kisses all over your face. Planting kisses all over your forehead and cheeks before smoothly going over your lips. “I missed you, please don’t leave me again.” he murmurs against your lips, pressing a gentle kiss on them. 

His words earn him a soft, sweet laugh from you. An amused smile develops after he kisses you. He always surprises you with how needy he is sometimes. “I went to the bathroom, Denki.” Your words are ignored by him as he simply kisses you again. 

“Don’t care, I missed ya.” 

One of his favourite things about you was that charming laugh of yours. This distinctive, infectious laugh that you used to hate. He swears that if heard you laugh across a crowded room, he’d recognise it. The hypothetical extends further. Insisting that even if he hasn’t seen you for ten years, he’d remember your laugh. You used to hate it. Your reasoning was because you thought you chortled like a choking chicken. Denki never understood why. He thinks your laugh feels like the first day spring blooms.

When he first found out you hated your laugh, he tried to debate against you. Not that it lasted very long, due to the fact that he couldn’t convince you with words. So, he changed his approach. Every time he saw you, there was a conscious effort to make you laugh. But to you, he never needed to try. You found him effortlessly funny. His dumb puns. His terrible dad jokes. The state he turned into when he overexerted his quirk. You always found Denki to be naturally charismatic with his sense of humour. It’s how you fell for him. 

At some point, after all of the smooching, the both of you tune into the National Geographic channel. Rather interested in the documentary playing on the flatscreen. The documentary highlights the effects of global warming in the Arctic. Showing reels of melting snowcaps, arctic tundras and the native animals. Halfway through the programme, the camera pans to a vast, icy landscape dotted with black and white figures. A waddle of penguins comes up, some sliding on their bellies across the snow. In the distance, a few penguins could be seen diving into the frigid waters.

 

“Hey babe,” He’s winding up a dumb dad joke with a slight smirk. “How does a penguin build its house?” Kaminari couldn’t help himself. You can always tell when he was going to tell you some cheesy joke. It’s written all over his face, from the mischievous grin to the raise of his eyebrows. It’s the playful twinkle in his eyes that gives it away. 

In response, you turn to look at him with a lopsided smile, letting out a curious hum. “I don’t know, how do they?” Your question widens his smirk into a cheeky grin. 

“Igloos it together.” He looks sheepishly proud of himself for that.

Most would roll their eyes, groan and complain about how lame his jokes are. And with a certain explosive friend, he would have gotten attacked. But you? You laughed at his cheesy jokes, no matter how bad they were. This time was no different. There’s a brief moment of silence as the joke lands. Igloos it together. When you register the pun, the laugh Denki loves so much fills the living room. His eyes crinkle with satisfaction, letting out a small, self-satisfied laugh. 

Sometimes, Denki wonders if you really find him that hilarious or if you’re just laughing to make him feel better. Denki knows he’s not the funniest yet your laughter always seems to say otherwise. "You'll always do this for me, right?" The question pauses your laughter. His voice is tinged with uncertainty. You’re caught off-guard by the question. Confused, you tilt your head to the side, studying his features as you try to understand his question. 

"Do what?" you ask, still catching your breath from the fit of giggles that had you in stitches. A small snort escapes as you try to compose yourself, the remnants of laughter still bubbling up. Do what for him exactly?

"Laugh at my jokes that are not always that funny?" Denki braces himself, ready to accept the truth—that you don’t really find him that funny. Most people don’t, so why did you laugh at his jokes so much? It’ll probably sting a bit, but he’s resigned to hearing it. He forces a half-hearted smile, trying to mask his nerves, as his hand drifts to the back of his head, scratching absentmindedly. His eyes drop, unable to meet yours, as he waits for the words he’s been dreading. Deep down, he wishes he could believe he’s as hilarious as you’ve always made him feel.

"Are you kidding me? You're a comedian." That’s the last thing he expected to hear. You chuckle softly, your hands gripping the collar of his shirt as you pull him closer, forcing him to meet your gaze. A pretty smile graces your glossy lips. To you, he’s more than just funny—he’s your comedian, the only one that matters in your world. His jokes—no matter how silly—have taught you to love yourself, to embrace that shrill laugh you insist sounds like a chicken. They bring you back to the memories you’ve shared together, moments that are now woven into the fabric of your bond.

With a tender smile, you close the distance between you, your soft, plump lips capturing his in a loving kiss. You run your tongue over his bottom lip, deepening the connection, as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer. When you finally part, both of you are left breathless, but the love in your eyes says it all. 

"This is why I’m marrying you."

a/n: denki is so cute to me. I feel like I can only come up with fluff for this man

border credits: @enchanthings & @adornedwithlight

© writingrock 2024 do not copy, translate or repost.

[ritsufeet]

don’t forget to kiss me!

kisses [ ft. s. ritsu, k. mika ]

or else you’ll have to miss me! in which ritsu won’t let you leave his side until you pepper him all over with kisses, and mika will ought to miss you if he doesn’t.

inspired by glue song from the one and only beabadoobee !!

all works from luvmouche and ritsufeet on tumblr

𒁷 sfw! happy late valentines! :)

𒁷 cw// lots and lots of smooching, clinginess, normal college au, blushing, flustered mika, ritsu’s so cheeky and cute im gonna bite his face off, mika’s so silly lalala

happy (late) valentine’s day, have this instead of a new smau chap (which will come soon, probably) i hope you’re as giddy as i was while writing this silly fic made from pure imagination (ritsu please come home)

sakuma, ritsu

as soon as you wake up, all you feel is a pair of hands running their cold fingers around your body and snaking them around your waist tightly, clinging onto you like a kitten.

you rub the excess sleep from your eyes and attempt to escape……. it’s useless. your snugly boyfriend just won’t let you go!

he whines and cries for you not to leave him, especially since it’s valentine’s day. you had to get up at some point in time, right?

well… you were wrong. you stayed in bed with him for at least another 15 minutes. you were sure he’d fallen asleep again and you attempted to escape,,, again. didn’t work the last time, wouldn’t work this time.

how would you get out of his grasp…… what a pain. this cheeky brat.

“ritsu… i need to get up.” you groaned, turning to face him. his eyes were lidded, barely even awake. long, pretty eyelashes and ruby irises blink and open to the sight of you frowning. he pouts, “but.. it’s valentine’s day. you’re supposed to stay with me, you know? you’re so unfair,, i can’t have a single day with you without you leaving me to go somewhere else. do you not love me anymore?”

you softly chuckle, running your fingers through his nappy hair and kissing his nose. “of course i love you, ritsu. wouldn’t it be more fun on valentine’s day if we actually got up and did something?” he pulls you closer, burying his face in your chest. “so warm… i could spend all valentine’s day doing nothing if all i had to do was sleep with you.” he mumbles, rubbing his hands along your back.

“..seriously?” you pat his head, huffing. he nods, “seriously. i don’t need to go anywhere or do anything, as long as i’m with you—nothing else in this world matters.” you can’t help but smile at his words, pulling him in closer. “nothing else? not even your dearest maa-kun?” you tease, but ritsu obviously did not like that with the way he pulls away from your chest and frowns. “don’t bring maa-kun into this, (name)…” he pauses, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours. “i love you both equally… maybe you a little bit more if you’d stay with me.”

“what a shame that i can’t stay longer, hm?” you feign a sad face, looking down at the sheets and avoiding looking him directly in his face. ritsu frowns once more, kissing you along your jawline. “fine.. i guess if you wanna leave so bad, i’ll let you……on one condition, okay?” your ears perk up and you’re met with a disappointed, sulking ritsu. “oh, don’t be sad, my love.”

you kiss his forehead, then under his eyes—next thing you know, you’re peppering gentle kisses baked with genuine love all over his face and he can’t help but let up his sad facade and smile like an idiot. once you finally pull your lips away from his face, you can see the blush that’s dusted all over his cheeks.

“you know that wherever i go in this world, there’s not a single moment where i don’t have you on my mind. there isn’t a single time where i won’t return back to your arms, so don’t be sad, okay? i promise.” you push his hair back, placing it on his ear. “i love you, ritsu. now, what are your conditions?”

“…well. i can’t say no to you now…” he sighs, his arms leaving your waist and his hand now holding yours. “plus, you’ve already met them, so just go on already… i’ll be waiting for you, don’t break your promise, okay? i’ll seriously never forgive you if you do, and i won’t ever hold you again…” he says, kissing your hand one last time.

kagehira, mika

oh, sweet mika. he’s been so busy with work that he’s practically forgot about you!

at least, that’s what he’s worried about. he’s never known someone as gentle, loving, and patient as you.

he wanted to show his appreciation for you with a gift, just like how oshi-san taught him! with just a little bit of sowing—his love etched into the needle and the fabrics of his creation—and the glue that’s sticking him to you. :)

it took so much of his time that he thinks you’ll be mad that he hasn’t spent as much time with you as he should… he misses you so much, it’s driving him crazy. your voice, your touch, and most importantly—your lips.

so don’t be too surprised when he suddenly drops everything at his feet to see you, embracing you so tightly and never letting you go.

you were so surprised that you nearly lost your balance before he caught you. “m— mika? what’s wrong? this is unusual…” you giggle, rubbing his back. “ah…! ‘m sorry, (name)… i haven’t been payin’ much attention to ya, have i?” he withdraws from your body and fiddles with his fingers, nervously. you shake your head, “it’s fine, mika. it’s not like i’m going anywhere anytime soon, so don’t worry your pretty head off.”

his mismatched eyes look at you, desperate to say something. you tilt your head, curious. “do you have something to say, mika? go on, you can say it.” you smile, gently taking his hand and giving it a few squeezes. “right… i made a lil’ somethin’ for ya… i hope ya like it, (name)!!”

it was a pretty white bear, decorated with a lovely pastel pink bow with an adorable yellow bell on it’s neck and a cute ‘x’ on the eyes. the nose black, and ears a shade of pink. it was stitched carefully, and put together with the love of your sweet, hard-working boyfriend. “this is why you haven’t been seeing me lately? you’re so cute, mika. don’t think for one second that i’ll be upset just ‘cause you haven’t been paying attention to me, silly.”

you pinch his cheeks as softly as you could, and press a kiss to his forehead. “thank you so much, my love. i’ll cherish it until the day i die.” his whole face turns a cherry red, but his eyes glint with overflowing happiness. “b- but yer not dyin’ yet, (name)! ‘m gotta marry ya first!” he spurts out, and you laugh. “and i’ll happily accept your proposal, mika. always. thank you so much, dear. i love you.”

“‘m so happy,, i could cry… i love ya too, (name).” he grins, then he looks at the mess he made by dropping everything all at once on his desk. he panics, “i gotta clean this up b’fore oshi-san gets angry.. this is bad! will ya help me, (name)? ‘m so sorry…” he rushes to his desk, picking up the small needles that dropped onto the floor. you chuckle, “i’ll help. don’t worry, it’ll be like you never dropped anything in the first place.”

a/n: happy valentine’s day!!!!!!!!!! i’m sorry my posting schedule is so inconsistent and lacking…….but i’ll try to get off of my hiatus as soon as possible. here’s a small valentine’s day fic to make up for the loss

(normal fic taglist) taglist - @kzmeru @kavehsring @envyemu

[aachria]

I have MANY things to say about chapter 96 so this is gonna be long-ish but you deserve every word of praise I'm about to type so buckle the fuckle up.

First of all, the dance scene with Usopp and then Luffy? Great, spectacular, outstanding, the way Ed understands Luffy so well like THAT is my otp and I am so fucking proud of them.

SECOND OF ALL. SANJI. Not only do you give that boy a scene tackling his bisexual (gay?) awakening but also a little platonic smooch that he so desperately needed? And then you give us ART of that scene? It feels so good but also I'm crying. Side note, Sanji definitely smokes Pall Malls, I can smell them from here.

Third of all, you write Brook so, so well. All I could get from him talking about Yorkie was that those two were SO attached to each other and Brook sees so much of himself AND Yorkie in Ed and wants to make sure they're happy so so bad. I want to be him when I grow up.

And that Nami scene. *chef's kiss* magnificent. Ed may have left a sister behind when that Honda Civic hip checked them into a different reality but they definitely got a new one in Nami.

Anyway that's all I had to say, congrats on Ed being compared to the legend himself Jeremiah Cross, toodles

Buckle the fuckle up is, respectfully, fucking hilarious.

I LOVE ED AND LUFFY. They are two halves of the same idiot with complete opposite types of smart. They round each other off but also make each other stupider, 10/10 dynamic.

I struggled immense with drawing that kiss let me tell you. But like goddamnit I wanted art of it so I was damn well gonna fight through making it. Sidenote I’m a full supporter of the bi Sanji agenda. Just fyi.

I honestly didn’t think I’d have near as much fun writing Brook as I do. He is the silly old grandpa who is also your bestie you visit in the nursing home. I try to balance that with the off putting shit every so often because yes you SHOULD remember that’s a cryptid. I don’t think Yorkie gets the hype he deserves in canon, that mf was ride or (literally) die ok put some respect on his name. Just a music lovin guy livin his life.

As always absolutely adore Nami and her and Ed are such a special duo.

Thank you bestie xoxo

[waitmyturtles]

I decided to wait until I caught both episodes of Spare Me Your Mercy (episodes 6 and 7) this week to offer my thoughts. @clairedaring has been on that button with the (spoiler alerts!) updates between the show and the original Euthanasia novel series, and these posts have provided so much needed context for me to understand how this show was constructed.

@my-rose-tinted-glasses (I'M SORRY, ROSE, I can't find a link at the moment to your tags on this) has posited that there is an editing issue with the show, which I FULLY agree with. The scenes and the dialogue, at this point in the series, are making big jumps to move the story along, when we need more time spent on building more emotion between Kan and Tew. At this point, like others (nice to meet you, @shima-shimmer!) I am still in the guessing stage about where these two are in their situationship (can I call it a relationship yet?!). I don't know what their actions mean between each other, from sharing the bed and alternating among glaring/staring/rifling though things/snuggy-wuggy?, to wanting a smooch on a cheek and getting a tiny tap instead. Where was the build, where was the journey, where were the very obvious conversations that a drama needs to establish a consensual relationship? Not in Wiang Singh, y'all.

But besides that -- I actually think the mystery itself has gone a little haywire, too. I do think the set-up of Boss ended in a way that wrapped his storyline up fine. But it ended up not being terribly bombastic or revealing? He was clearly a very fucked up young man who did very, very bad things.

It was the whole sending-Orn-into-Boss's-house that really threw me. Tew -- you're a COP. (ACAB.) SEND AN EXPERT IDIOT TO GATHER ILLEGALLY-OBTAINED EVIDENCE. How could he sign off on this? To send Orn to almost-certain danger? Like? And Kan is all like, omg we need to check on her, and these two dudes are just in a pretty living room, on their phones like, omggggg what's happeninggg. Y'all actually sent a NURSE to be a COP, what?

We have one episode left to unwind a lot of shit. Something's up with my favorite creepy forensic pathologist. (Clown theory: she's the daughter of Kan's mentor who Kan euthanized.)

And, oh yeah -- KAN, YOU NEED TO TALK WITH TEW. Instead of SHOOTING the guy who was gonna NARC on you, KAN, maybe you could just, you know, HAVE A CONVO WITH TEW about your past deeds! I am waiting with BAITED. BREATH. (/snark) about how this show is going to convince me that Tew should remain with Kan vis à vis Kan's very, very morally gray ass.

At this point, I would much rather ship Tor and JJ in real life, and I hate real-life shipping, I hate it. But my hopes were high to see these two dudes kill a script, and the script killed them instead. I'm hanging on to the end, because Kan needs to get some sort of punishment from Tew. And if that doesn't happen? I'd at least like to know how the show will attempt to save itself.

[crow-of-paradise]

A few delicious WoR things so far at approx. 60% of the way through and having reached part three conclusion:

The implication that it was Kaladin who killed Shallan's brother (I am suspicious of this actually being the case! but that is the implication so far, but I hope it was BC THAT WOULD BE SAD), but since Shallan believes it's Amaram, she now hates him. And now I need Kaladin to find out to make it more delicious. But Shallan and Kaladin could bond over their Amaram hate too so fingers crossed! lol Kaladin being such a fucking debbie downer chaperoning Adolin and Shallan's date. Sure, the Weeping has a lot to do with it, but boy is B I T T E R (and I love my bitter sadboi son to his edgy little core). He pointed out more than once that he hates being ignored, and that he doesn't know why the couple having fun bothered him, so I was under the impression that he was dealing with being reminded again of something he "can't have" (BC OF AMARAM). But like when he eventually chose to go out with his crew (yay!!), he's unable to settle for this for long now. This mixed with his desire to be more than what he currently is as a soldier, as he then indicated he was close to being ready to tell Dalinar about his Surgebinding, shows he's tired of hiding who he is -

WHICH OFC MADE THE EVENTS OF PART THREE ENDING THAT MUCH MORE HEART WRENCHING. But wow, what an ending!! (wait didn't I say that about pt 2 ending too? I think I did lol. I am getting close to the dreaded sanderlanche and I am NOT READY - not least bc I don't have the next books here yet lmao) I stayed up late last night getting through that so I have 0 brain cells for writing about it now except for WOWEE ZOWEE. FIGHT GOOD. KALADIN PERFECT. HONOR IS DEAD BUT I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO. AMARAM 1000000% SHAT HIS PANTS A LITTLE. OH WAIT SPEAKING OF SHAT PANTS, my god did I love the Shallan and Adolin banter about shit, lmao. They are v cute, GOOD FOR THEM (CAN SOMEONE PLS SMOOCH KALA--). I still carry a torch for Sadeas, I love that FASHIONABLE, UNCTUOUS LITTLE MAN. Like, yeah, he's gotta die and is likely beyond redemption at this point, much as I would have liked that possibility for him bc he is so FUN, but at least he looks hot doing it (to ME). If they fuck up his UTTER RIZZ in the inevitable future TV adaptation, I will be rioting. All he does is outdress everyone around him and think about Dalinar, repressed gay little idiot. (this may be my sadeas/dalinar brain rot talking)

Sebarial + Palona my beloveds. They won the IDGAF war. They are like if Sadeas and Ialai chilled tf out, fucked off into the sunset, and only cared about eating bonbons, which is what I wish they WOULD do. (I love them both) But actually they DO care - they took Shallan in and are caring for her, they love each other deeply, and they're raking in the cash making a mercantile empire out of their warcamp lmao. HAVE THE OTHER WARCAMPS CONSIDERED TRYING TO EMULATE THIS KING AND QUEEN BEHAVIOR? Sebarial may be the smartest of them all. Moash - this situationship is getting out of control. Every time I see Kaladin give him one more chance, I can't help but laugh. Nervously.

Dalinar losing his shit on Kaladin after standing up for him to Elhokar: CHEF'S KISS. He has NEVER IN HIS LIFE YELLED AT A GIRL LIKE THIS!!! lmao

On one hand, Kaladin was acting like a brat, and I can see Dalinar reprimanding his sons the same way, so in a way IT'S SWEET. On a personal note, pls yell at me like this, daddy.

How frustrating for Kaladin though (I will always defend my bratty son!!!), I feel so bad for him. It really just feels so hopeless - he doesn't have the proof he needs, and to highlight the David-vs-Goliath ass level of his predicament, Amaram's fabricating his own evidence. AND NOW HE'S IN PRISON. FREE MY BOY HE DID NOTHING WRONG, LET HIM KILL AMARAM AS A TREAT!!! >:(

[cursedcola]

Ok but will you do headcanons for the lovely protag of tears of themis, because if so I would love some cute Hcs of her having a cheerful and loving female s/o who runs a bakery and packs her cute little lunches everyday so she can have the energy she needs to work hard (•̀ᴗ•́)و

and sometimes Rosa (which is the code name we get in the game for our protagonist) gets special sticky pad notes in her lunchbox cheering her on when she’s had a bad day, and I just want some fluffy domestic hcssss

*cradles gently* I just love lesbian girlfriend hcs so much ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

A/N: Omg I'm gonna throw up I love this. It's too cute for my heart...ngl I simp for Rosa more than I do any of the boys. Can we romance ourselves? lol I'd pay Mihoyo to make it happen. TBH I ship Rosa x Kiki a bit since they just seem so much more on the same page with each other than our lovely gentlemen ( love Marius still tho frfr)

Our queen of justice would cherish her girlfriend so much let me tell you

Rosa has a habit of going above and beyond for the people she cares about. She’s normally the giver, and being on the other side of the coin is a whole new life

I can see it now. Every morning on her way to the Themis Law Firm she stops by her girlfriend's bakery. Rosa gets up extra early and brings her a cup of coffee/tea/etc. before the bakery opens.

She just loves to hear the jingle of the doorbell and see you arranging the display case behind the counter. Sometimes she'll pick up an apron and join you if she has extra time. Bonus points if your shop has a theme (like say you have a book café/bakery! And you dress to match the theme. You have a little knee length dress, mary-janes, and a bookish themed apron as the uniform. Maybe one of those cute little neck scarf/choker that you tie into a bow. Rosa would eat that up omg)

The first time she brought you a morning drink Rosa felt like an idiot because - well, duhh. You run a bakery! You sell this stuff! yet it became a bit of a trading deal. Rosa brings you your morning fix before the shop opens, and in exchange you pack her a few goodies.

It's such a ritual that Rosa now has a little thermos collection for you, and you have a lunch pail collection for her. It also gives you both a chance to see each other after work. On her way home (either after a shift or on her way to NYXX) she swings by your shop to drop off the pail and pick up her thermos. A quick goodbye smooch and she is on her way.

Lmao no. If she isn't going to NYXX then normally she stays back to help close the shop. If not then she begrudging leaves. Unfortunately you are not allowed to know about NYXX. It's too dangerous. You're aware that she works alongside Marius, Vyn, Luke, and Artem on the side - but are under the impression that it is for a special government case through Themis. They know about you as well. We love our ally kings. Sometimes you send Rosa off with enough goodies for all five of them when she swings by and can't stay.

Now. You know they all have/had a crush on her at some point. Especially Luke. The boy is a living golden retriever. Not to mention Artem who is just awful at masking. Thankfully your Rose is oblivious as hell, not that you're worried.

All it takes is the scent of one of your new recipes to have Rosa swooning in the palm of your hand. Before you started dating, you both were friends. You saw how she was always on a diet and depriving herself. Those little comments about her appearance making you the loving type of mad. Y'know, the type to passive aggressively eye her and be like "honey you are so beautiful that I have four men trying to steal my gf right now. Do not test me,". Which, of course, you'd only say the first part because that confrontation is not one needed considering the ally kings know their place.

Point being that we don't support that unhealthy diet culture. Big nono. She is going to eat good and she is going to like it.

Anywho. Back on topic. You know they like her and one way you casually tease is with loving treats. Yes, my dear Rose, please take this basket full of freshly baked bread to your meeting. The one with the ribbon on top. Why is it taped down? Oh, no worries my love. Just let one of the boys open it, okay? I have yours specially wrapped in a separate bag.

Meanwhile whichever poor soul opens that bag is going to get hit in the face with one of the sappiest and most suggestive love notes in all of Stellis.

"My lovely flower. Have a great day and be careful on the way home from your meeting! I have missed you so much and cannot wait to have you all to myself tonight. Enjoy the sweets with your friends" *insert a plethora of heart drawings*

Rosa will see them holding the note and simply think that you put it in the wrong bag. It's not abnormal for you to put those heartwarming notes in her lunches, so she apologizes. Vyn knows. They all know.

Dominance asserted, and your cute girlfriend is pleased by your loving note (and a bit embarrassed but it had to be done. Rosa deserves the abundance of affection. Her confidence needs to be boosted and she needs to recognize what a queen she is)

Did I mention that your shop is one of Rosa's favorite places? It's cozy, inviting, and she loves to study for her exams there. Sometimes if she's working on a case she'll claim a table for hours on end. Occasionally she sneaks glances of you working with customers and watches as a break. She'll blush if she gets caught, but it is so worth it.

Sometimes she takes her work breaks there as well. Occasionally you'll see her pop in with Artem, Celeste, Kiki, or perhaps another one of her acquaintances from work like that one Police Capitan. Darius, was it? That one always needs a triple shot of espresso. usually when you see him it means something serious is going down. It warms your heart when she boasts about your shop to them. She'll pick a table and like clockwork you'll come over to have a little chat before they get to work. It's so nice to feel included and to see her in the zone.

Whenever she is on a business trip she'll look for a little something to bring home for your shop too. Typically a decoration piece. Thanks to Rosa you have a little statue-esque tip jar from her trip to the desert, fairy lights above the main counter from a whimsical mountain, flower pots from an island trip, and more. You never question her many excursions because she always brings you home a surprise.

On one final note, your shop is her safe space. Sometimes she comes to your frustrated or nervous. It could be about exams, a particularly bad case...and sometimes she can't tell you. "Government case," she says and you know something really stressful happened. Those ones are the most worrisome. It's hard, being there when she disappears on a case that she can't tell you about. One of the gents are always there with her, but when she comes home in a near-shocked state you can't help but get anxious.

Yet Rosa knows you won't press it. She strolls in, most commonly near closing time, and you just know. You have a sixth sense for it, and without asking flip the shop sign to say 'closed' before preparing her a warm drink. Then you sit with her and let her talk. You don't question when she leaves things out, and let her vent.

You and your shop become like a second home to Rosa. Peace in a city like Stellis that never seems to rest.

[minhosimthings]

Since you already assigned a bf/gf to your moots , how about giving your moots a trope with the idol you ship them with?

Ooh alrighty! This is fun damn

@astraystayyh: Hyunjin || Art classmates to lovers

Both Sahar and Hyun are such poets in their respective arts and I feel like they'd really bond over that a lot, but never actually admit their feelings and communicate via their art works SO CUTE

@frenchkisstheabyss: Seonghwa || Cafe strangers to lovers

Just because both of them are so bubbly and they're really likely to start up a conversation like they'd look at each other go oh hey pretty person and YAY I love them so much they can destroy me

@lovestay-channie: Jeongin || oblivious best friends to lovers.

Both of them are such genuine cutie pies so I think it would be like a oh we're the bestest of friends to why does my heart beat so fast around this pretty person DONT ASK ME WHY

@jaylaxies : Jake || roommates to lovers

Moving in with each other because it the last option, realising they share some similar interests, comforting each other over some bad breakups, providing comfort when one is sick, realising that they're idiots in love and then never going away? Oh look it's Aria and Jake.

@junnieverse : Beomgyu || Project partners to lovers

I just wanna see the bickering between both of them on what to do for the assigned project like it would be so cute and then later they'd apologize, maybe take each other out for coffee and then oh look is that a cupid

@sumaneun-stars - Sunghoon || Arranged marriage to lovers

I know Skye goes mental for this and it's such a cute trope for both of them like I can imagine them being cold towards each other, ignoring each other, but one day some shit happens, they realise they like each other and then BAM they're smooching in the corridors 😊

@yunabi436 - Jay || Traumatised × I will love you regardless

YUNA KNOWS EXACTLY WHY I CHOSE THIS I DONT NEED TO GIVE AN EXPLANATION

@sjyluv - Jake || Barista × Regular Customer

this would suit Mia so well, I genuinely believe she's the kind of person to strike up a conversation everyday with the cute barista not knowing he likes her too and then one day he writes down his number on her cup ODNSJSUIDKCN SO CUTE

@chlorinecake : Han || Fwb to lovers

Look, it's just something in me which is like hmm yes Chloe and Han rejecting their feelings for each other but then realising that they're actually idiots and love and not just doing it for pleasure she's mine tho

@angel1kisses : Niki || bad boi × good girl

*Sigh* just imagine, Vampie tutoring Niki, and he pretends not to care but he actually does and one day when Vampie doesn't tutor him he realises he can't actually live without her because she's the very oxygen she breathes now excuse me while I sob

@candewlsy : Jungwon || Athlete × Athlete, but it's enemies to lovers

I crave this so much, just because I think mizu would like if won taught her how to play some sport and they just bond over their love for their respective sport and it would be so cute like AGHHH imagine the bickering (out of love)

@haecien : Jun || Old friends to lovers

Idk why but I like the thought of Harua and Jun being childhood bffs but they went to different colleges and then met up with each other years later and then ooh love blossoming and all that crap

@amazzwon : Dokyeom || Boss × Secretary

It's not like I'm projecting my own feelings for my babygirl hahaha This would be so HAWT imagine the OFFICE SMUT imagine the SIR KINK imagine the- ok I'll just stop here

@jaeyunluvr : Mark Lee || Idol × Producer

First of all my baby Kayz is so talented and im 100% sure Mark would fall for her talent (and her gorgeous self) and I can just see him flirting with her every chance he gets and then he finally gets the courage to take her out on a date!!!!!!

@minhypen : Sunoo || Speed dating

Them, being the extremely friendly people they are would be instantly attracted to each other at some speed dating event and they'd probably get each other's numbers at the end to have a proper date 😚

@mnwrld: Minho || Babysitter × single dad

I feel like my darling Kana knows why I chose this for her....

[coeluvr]

Hello dearest!

I don't usually write messages because I have weird, shy internet anxiety, but I wanted to make an exception because compliments always motivate me to keep writing and I need u to keep writing so I can finally h*ld Vincent's h*nd!!! 😔😭🤡

This is one of the few IFs where I actually want to romance all ROs!!! Usually, I have a few I really want to romance and the rest I slog through cause completionist tendencies. But you've done a wonderful job of not only making the characters feel very alive and dynamic but also making them all appealing and attractive.

I usually always want to romance the hater because pettiness fuels me but also love angst with a kill them with kindness mc (I WILL H*LD VINCENTS H*ND OR DIE FIGHTING GOD). So, confirmed Vincent-mancer. His art? HIS EYES. HIS LIPS. PRETTY PRIVELEGE IS REAL AND ALL CRIMES ARE EXCUSED (also I really tried going into it being like he's not sad!!! But, as someone who's been in that place, while not an actual war, he definitely comes across as sad in the sense of a weariness at life and that he's struggling to fit back into his skin as pre-trauma Vincent. Artist did a 10/10 job with all the art because THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL I CREYYYY)

But the chokehold Hunter has on me? They were gonna be first because their personality is appealing to me both fictional and irl but omg everything I read I HAVE TO HAVE MORE. Like it's moved beyond I'd definitely vibe with this character and look forward to their route to i WANT TO SMOOCH THEIR PRETTY FACE OFF. So now confirmed Hunter-mancer (I actually died on the tattoo snippet on patreon is it a good or bad day to be bi?)

Helios kind of types I'm more of a 50/50 with, but obviously gotta do it for the juicy drama. But all stuff with him has just been so ??!!!???😳😳🫠 like he just leaves me more intrigued. Confirmed Helios-mancer. (The amount of times I'm gonna replay his route to try different things is actually gonna be crazy)

Soarine hot women nuff said. But also just ???!!!?!? I can't even form words. I'm so excited for more scenes with her. Confirmed Soarine-mancer. (Ma'am pls step on me respectfully and not so respectfully)

Fadiya as the official best friend (Hunter you're a bestie too but I feel bad like I'm making u choose between me and Helios :((( ) is usually one I'd keep strictly platonic. I love platonic routes as much as romance and nothing grabs me more than having a best friend character in IFs. BUT SHES SO ADORABLE. I WANNA SMOOSH HER CHEEKS. Also I feel her cause I'm that oblivious too 😭😭😭 I always appreciate ifs having the shy and bold type flirting but I need an oblivious idiot one because I'd be accidentally flirting with her like I do with all my friends without realizing I'm in love with her (and then be unable to speak to her once I realize because flirting? With people that aren't just platonic friends??? That I have feelings for????? Sounds fake). I gotta write the fanfic now (and perhaps share with u once I get over my shyness)

I really am looking forward to the next chapter! I'm so glad I subscribed on patreon too :))) keep up the good work (it also motivates me to cure my depression and post my stuff too)

💙💙💙💙💙

This is so sweet, anon 🥺 Thank you for sending me this message!!

I'm so glad all of the ROs are appealing to you! I love them all so much they're all beautiful and have so much to their stories. 🥰

Vincent's pretty privilege is insane lmao so many people folded when they saw him 😭 I guess Vincent's inner sadness seeped through because he's really okay #trust but then I probably have a wildly different definition of okay haha very low standards of living over here. He was also never trauma free lol my man just going through it. 🤭

I understand your love for Hunter!! They are just very... very. The tattoo part is one of my favs too they're so smooth with it like okay you're popular with everyone we get it 🙄 *cries to sleep*

Helios is super interesting to me because of the way he handles things and his mindset like I need to study him under a microscope. His route will definitely fulfill all your desires for drama! 🥳

Soarine hot woman. Real. She can ruin my life any day.

Fadiya is perfection and a gift from the gods because she's just so 🥹🥹 I love her to bits and she's going to be so fun to write.

Thank you for your kind words! I love these kind of messages so you're right hehe. Definitely gave me a boost! 💗