#such hopeless lovebirds

[yami-no-kurama]

[bruisedboys]

I don't know if this would be something you're interested in but I'd really like to see a protective!finnick. Doesn't have to be related to the games, like reader doesn't need to be a tribute or a rebel but she can be! Up to you, but it'd be interesting to see that side of him

thank you for your request lovely! I challenged myself to write something actually in universe for once, so I hope you enjoy it! (set in catching fire)

finnick odair x fem!tribute!reader cw for reader fainting from the heat

“Be careful.”

Finnick’s big hand on your back, his torso not far behind. He points to a thick tree root in your path. You step over it easily, exasperated. This is maybe the fourth time in the past ten minutes he’s said those same two words.

“I am,” you say simply. You are. If not for your sake then for Finnick’s. If you were to get so much as a cut on your leg he’d lose his mind. “S’hard when you’re standing so close, though.”

Finnick makes a face at you over your shoulder. “Sorry. You’re precious cargo, y’know?”

Your face warms, which is not ideal. You’re already well on your way to becoming a human furnace — the jungle you’re surrounded by is sticky and overly warm. You’re definitely overheating though you won’t tell Finnick that, he’ll only get worse. The water back at the beach is sure to cool you down — you’ll hop in as soon as you get back.

“You’re hopeless,” you tell Finnick in the meantime.

Finnick grins. “For you, yeah.”

You roll your eyes and march on ahead. Slowly the jungle gets thinner and thinner until you’re emerging onto the beach and your makeshift camp. The sun beats down on the landscape, glinting off the ripples in the water and rolling off the white sand in waves. You’re struck suddenly by how agonisingly hot you feel. It was sickeningly warm in the jungle but this is somehow much worse, the heat like a knife, sharp, cruel, and enough to make you dizzy.

“Ah, the lovebirds are back,” Johanna drawls when she spots you and Finnick emerging from the deep green trees. “What took you so long?”

Finnick shrugs. “Oh, you know. Sight-seeing. Did you— hey, what’s wrong?”

You’ve grabbed a tree for support as your vision swims suddenly. Your head pounds, as if your brain is trying to punch it’s way out of your skull. The dizziness you’d felt as soon as you stepped into the sun builds until you’re swaying on your feet.

You try desperately to keep your eyes open but the sun glares at you until you’re forced to squeeze them shut. “I don’t feel very well. I think I’m…”

It’s all you get out before you collapse in half like a rag doll. Finnick shouts your name and surges forward to grab you. He slides an arm under your back while the other grabs at your waist, tight as a vice.

“What the hell?” Johanna says loudly, standing up fast. “Is she okay?”

“Get me some water, please,” Finnick says, strained. You’re clearly not okay. His heart pounds in his throat and threatens to choke him. Johanna runs off and Finnick pulls you into the shade of the trees, carefully lowering you into the sand on your back.

He kneels next to you, panic rising like bile in his throat. Your eyes are closed, your head heavy in his hands.

“Y/N,” he says, an edge of panic to his voice. Please wake up, he thinks. “Y/N, honey.“

You’re completely unresponsive. Thinking the worst, Finnick presses his fingers to your throat. Thankfully, he feels a steady pulse, though it doesn’t do much to calm his spiking worry, not when you’re still unconscious.

“Can you hear me?” He tries gently tapping your cheek but to no avail. He curses. “Johanna!” He yells out, past being polite. “Water, now.”

“It’s coming!” Johanna yells back from the shoreline, clearly as agitated as he is.

Finnick grits his teeth and takes your face in his hands, trying his best to be gentle when he’s so panic stricken. “Hey. Baby, come on. Wake up.”

When you don’t respond, he carefully lowers your head and swiftly slides his hands to your shoulders. He’s careful but firm as he shakes you. He doesn’t want to, doesn’t ever want to be rough with you, but he’s glad he’s done it because it works. Just as Johanna arrives with a seashell full of water, Peeta and Katniss hot on her heels, your breath catches. Then your eyelids flutter, and then your lips part.

“Finnick?”

Finnick releases a shuddering breath, his heartbeat a pounding drum in his ears. The relief in hearing your voice is akin to a spear being pulled out of his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, hey, I’ve got you. You can hear me, right?”

“I can hear you,” you say. You try to turn your head, searching for him even in your disoriented state, but Finnick holds you in place.

“Don’t move, sweet thing,” he tells you. Unable to look away from you until he knows you’re absolutely alright, Finnick puts his hand out for the water wordlessly. Johanna hands it to him quick as a flash. “Can you open your eyes?”

You can, though it takes you a little while, blinking sluggishly in the harsh light. Finnick’s quick to shade your face with one hand. Your eyes appear, glazed but beautiful as always.

“Good girl,” Finnick tells you, hand on your cheek. He’s still buzzing — the heat of the sudden onslaught of panic hasn’t dissipated just yet. He carefully strokes your hair away from your sweaty neck with the back of his hand. “I’m gonna cool you down, okay? Can I unzip you?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Finnick unzips your suit halfway down your chest, taking care to angle his torso so the others don’t see anything they don’t have to. Slowly, he tips the water over your hot skin. It slides over the slopes of your shoulders and creeps down into your suit. It must feel good because you shudder and let out a small breath.

Finnick thumbs your collarbone, feeling overwhelmed with relief. His hands don’t leave you, afraid you’ll disappear again if he lets go. The panic ebbs slowly as he watches you come back to life, your eyes becoming clearer by the second.

“She’s okay?” Peeta speaks up after a long moment of silence.

Finnick nods. “She’s okay,” he assures. “It was the heat, I think.” He finally lets himself look away from you, if only to ask Peeta, “Could you get us some more water?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The other three all trail off, leaving you and Finnick on your own. You try to sit up as they leave but Finnick presses his hand to your chest, palm flat on your warm skin.

“Don���t,” he says. “You’ve gotta lay flat, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, looking bashful. “Sorry,” you say softly.

“Don’t be sorry. No more fainting though, okay?” He rubs your shoulder. “I know I’m really handsome, but you don’t have to be so drastic about it.”

You groan but it quickly morphs into a laugh. Finnick kisses your forehead and then holds your hand until Peeta returns with the water.

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thank you for reading! please consider reblogging if u enjoyed 🤍

[mariclerc]

hiiiii, can i request a story of a special anniversary dinner with charles? ❤️

Thank you for this request, I thought it was something very cute and I decided to do it because it is a very nice idea. I hope you can enjoy it! ❤️

An unforgettable anniversary♡ | cl16

Summary: Where Charles makes his anniversary something totally magical and incredible for both of you, all for his special girl.

Warnings: Nothing, just Charles being adorable and a hopeless romantic with you... And maybe a little bit of an intimate moment at the end.

Author note: My requests are open in case you like stories from any other driver ;)

You're standing in front of your closet, a million dresses laid out before you. Charles sits on the bed, watching you with amusement like he always do.

"Still haven't chosen, mon amour? You look adorable in every one, you know." He said with a smile on his face.

"I don't know, Charles. I want everything to be perfect tonight. It's our anniversary!" you said while blushing a little.

"It already is perfect, mon petit chou... Just being with you is all I could ever ask for." He said as he walked towards you and then wrapped his arms around your waist.

"But I want it to be special for you too. You always make every day and night special for me." you turned around in his arms.

"Well, then I guess I have to step up my game, don't I?" He said chuckling and then he scans the dress. "Hmm, that emerald green one would make your eyes sparkle like stars. But maybe the sapphire blue is more your style?"

"You're terrible! I can't decide!" You smiled.

He picks up the green dress "Here, let me help you princess." He helps you into the dress, his touch sending shivers down your spine when he helps you zip up your dress. "See? You look absolutely breathtaking!"

"You really think so?"

"I know so! You're the most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out." his gaze is intense on you.

He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips. Your heart melts at his action.

"You make me feel like I can fly." You murmured against his lips.

Pulling back with a grin. "Then let's go soar, my little angel." He takes your hand and leads you out of the apartment.

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At the restaurant, Charles asks for a secluded table in a dimly lit corner. He pulls out your chair and you slide in, feeling like you are the only people in the world.

"This table is for serious lovebirds only, you know?" he said while smiling conspiratorially.

"Oh really? And what kind of lovebird am I?" you said as you giggled.

He thinks while having a gleam in his eyes. "Hmm, let me see. You're my delicate hummingbird, with a heart that beats like a hummingbird's wings. You're my shy orchid, blossoming only for me to see."

"And you?" you asked teasingly.

"I'm your loyal hawk, always soaring above, protecting you with my wings. I'm your sunbeam, chasing away the shadows and making you laugh."

You both erupt in laughter, your shyness forgotten for a moment. The night unfolds with delicious food, stolen kisses, and whispered secrets. Charles makes you blush with his compliments, and you call him your "mon coeur battant" - your beating heart.

As you walk back to your apartment, hand-in-hand with Charles, the city lights paint playful patterns on the pavement. Your laughter echoes in the quiet street, the memory of your nicknames still tingling on your lips. Reaching your front door, Charles turns to you with a twinkle in his eye.

"This isn't the end of our anniversary celebration, mon chou. Not yet."

He pulls out a small velvet box from his pocket, his smile warming you from the inside out. Your heart quickens, a butterfly landing in your stomach.

"Charles, is that...?"

He opens the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a single glittering pendant – a star, just like the ones twinkling above.

"My little star deserves to shine even brighter. Will you do me the honor of wearing it, mon amour?"

Tears well up in your eyes as you nod, speechless. He gently clasps the necklace around your neck, he kissed the back of your neck as he released the necklace, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Every time you look at it, remember that you light up my world, just like these stars light up the night."

You lean in, your lips meeting his in a slow, passionate kiss. The taste of champagne and chocolate lingers on your tongues, a sweet reminder of the delicious evening. As you pull away, breathless, Charles pulls you close.

"Now, come on, my star. I have another surprise for you."

He takes your hand and leads you back inside, disappearing down the hallway. You follow, curiosity swirling in your stomach. He stops in front of the living room, and as you step through the doorway, your jaw drops.

The room is transformed. Fairy lights twinkle across the ceiling, casting a soft glow on the space. Candles flicker on the coffee table, surrounded by rose petals and scattered photographs – snapshots of your journey together. A jazz melody plays softly in the background, setting the mood for romance.

"Welcome to our second act, mon petit chou. A night just for us, under the stars."

He smiles, his eyes reflecting the candlelight. Your heart overflows with love and gratitude. Tonight, with your own personal galaxy swirling around you, you know this anniversary will stay etched in your memory forever. Charles pulls you closer, his warm hand finding yours.

"Dance with me, mon étoile," he murmurs, his voice as smooth as melted chocolate.

The jazz melody swells, inviting you to sway. You glance at the scattered photos on the coffee table, each one a precious memory: your first date at the Italian restaurant, laughing as you tried to pronounce the gnocchi; the adrenaline rush of skydiving together in Dubai, Charles cheering you on as you leaped out of the plane; the quiet joy of baking cookies in your tiny kitchen, flour dusting your faces like snow. Every moment, no matter how extravagant or simple, has a very special memory in you.

A smile blooms on your face. You take his outstretched hand, stepping closer to him. He guides you into a slow waltz, his touch light but firm. Your bodies move in perfect harmony, the rhythm of the music weaving its way through your souls.

As you dance, you lose yourself in the warmth of his gaze, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear, secrets shared only under the twinkling fairy lights. He spins you out, then pulls you back close, his breath tickling your cheek.

Charles dips you low, his eyes smoldering with desire. Your heart pounds in your chest, a drum solo echoing against the silence.

He pulls you up, his hands trailing up your back, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours, his voice a husky whisper.

"Shall we make our own constellation tonight, mon amour?"

The world shrinks to just the two of you, the fairy lights blurring into a starry canvas. You answer him with a trembling kiss, your lips melting into his. He guides you to the bedroom, the air thick with unspoken promises.

The rest of the night unfolds like a dream. Laughter mingles with moans, the rhythm of your hearts a counterpoint to the soft glow of the candles. You explore each other's bodies, rediscovering the familiar and reveling in the unknown.

In the quiet aftermath, you lie curled up beside Charles, his arm wrapped protectively around you. You trace the star necklace with your fingers, its cool metal a soothing touch against your skin.

"Charles," you whisper, your voice husky with love, "this was the most perfect anniversary ever."

He kisses your forehead, his lips warm against your skin.

"Every day with you is an anniversary, ma chérie," he murmurs, his voice heavy with sleep. "And tonight, we made our own constellation."

Sleep overtakes you, the warmth of your love a comforting blanket against the night. Above you, the fairy lights twinkle, whispering secrets only you and Charles can hear. The night has ended, but the magic of your anniversary has just begun.

[rexscanonwife]

Thank you so much @lipsticklens !! 🥺🫶

Honestly I hadn't given it all that much thought?? Sometimes when I gain an f/o I'm really crazy about I just jump right into like...an established relationship, but it's so much fun to think about those early awkward days!!

Utonium being the hopeless and awkward romantic that he is, I think he'd want to do something very traditional. A nice dinner at a fairly fancy restaurant and a walk in the park under the stars, but given the nature of the show I'm sure things would go pretty wrong pretty fast! It'd be cute if the sort of 'plot' of the episode was the girls doing everything in their power to make sure NOTHING goes wrong by following them around and beating up villains or monsters who might try to interrupt the lovebirds! 😂 but despite ups and downs the date ends up being successful and they share their first kiss, initiated by Jane because Utonium is a little too shy for it 👉👈💖💖

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @miutonium @cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @sunflawyer @in-true-blue-love @tropicalgothships (and as always if anyone wants to be added OR subtracted lemme know 🫶)

[msith]

Stay with me... please?

requested?: yes by friend!!

A/n: HIHIH IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET MY WRITING THIS AFDCHFDBD

... morning is here and you woke up by Dan Heng hugging you tightly.. you sighed as you try to get away from his grip

"no.. don't go yet" you sighed again "Dan heng.. come on.. I need to go now" as you still tried to get away from his tight grip he muttered something "stay with me... please?"

You still tried but it was hopeless.. he's still hugging you tight you decided that you don't really care and you embrace yourself in his hug and.. you heard someone called your name and Dan Heng's "[NAME]!! Dan Heng!! Wake up you two lovebirds!! Breakfast is gonna start soon!!" As you heard the the yell you instantly knew it was march..

"if you don't wake up and open this door im gonna break this door down!!" March yelled yet again.. you became used to March's yelling and you don't hate it or something.. "alright im getting up!" You yelled back you still tried to get away from his grip.. but it was futile anyway.. "if I can get away from Dan heng's hug anyway.." Dan Heng hugged you even tighter because you.. sigh looks like you're not getting out of bed soon..

HIHIHI!! I LUV THIS SMM

[slay00ryu]

luca x reader x feli fic :3?

Sure :D

And historians call them friends.

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"But Feli I want to stay with you and play." Luca's voice sounded from the speakers. "Also with Y/N, you know like buddies do." The literal golden retriever wanted to ditch a bonfire for the two of you. Both you and Feli just groaned, but you also chuckled.

"Jeez, you're such a hypocrite Luca."

"Yeah Y/N is right, you're so annoying, but whatever we can play." Feli sighed. "You will play too right Y/N?" Her voice softened slightly.

"I would never miss our game night!" You exclaimed happily, which was followed by Luca's loud "Hell yeah!" You chuckled to yourself, he was really like a dog, a cute one at that.

What. Cute? Luca??? Hell no, he's just your homie, both him and Feli, you're just great friends and nothing more. Right? Right???

"Jesus fuck, you three are so fucking hopeless, I'm leaving before this sappy collage bullshit will affect me." Ronin said, only now did the three of you realise that he still was on the call with you. Oops.

"What the hell dude, we're just friends, you're delusional." Luca said in the most defensive words ever.

"Exactly, the three of us are great friends." Feli joined him.

Their words made your heart ache. Huh? No, no. You are totally chill, they're right. You three are just buddies, zero romantic feelings whatsoever.

That game night was great, the three of you had a lot of laughs, made new inside jokes and just spent an amazing time together. You always had such a great time with them, it made your heart beat faster. Faster because of excitement of course! Why else ahaha. You were just so happy to have amazing friends like them.

The three of you always spent a lot of time together, talked on video chat, played together, sometimes one of you started a call just to fall asleep while the other two were talking. That's just what friends do, right?

So why did Misaki, Angel and the other called the three of you a throuple? Ronin left snarky remarks about your guys' talking stage, and V literally said that he doesn't wish to get in the middle of your love lives. What was wrong with them? Your friendship was obviously platonic...

Months had passed, it was February and you were having mixed feelings. You really loved being friends with Feli and Luca, but are they just friends for you? Your cheeks turned hot every time you heard Feli's cute laugh, or Luca's tries to rizz you two up in a bromance kind of way. You almost could hear your heartbeat and swore that other people could hear it too.

Why are your feelings so complicated? They just want to be friends, that's obvious... or do they? You spent a lot of time thinking about it, the server was kind of right. The three of you act like some kind of lovebirds, but maybe that's just the dynamic you have? Or maybe you are just three blind idiots who are scared to admit their feelings.

"Gahh this is so fucking complicated!" You groaned and fell onto your bed. "What should I do?" You whispered to yourself and took a deep breath.

You can confess, Valentines are here soon anyway, so it's little dumb confession just in time for the love holiday, just perfect. Okay, you can confess, but what if they don't feel the same? Well, you can just copy V's coping mechanism for whenever he feels embarrassed, get caught by the police or go into the verge of murder. Ah yes, such beautiful options!

"Fuck it, I will confess. If even V thinks that me and them are a thing, then maybe the whole server is right." You murmured and sat up, you opened your laptop - yeah you keep it on your bed, you have to be ready for the falling asleep calls! You opened your small group chat with Feli and Luca and took a deep breath before typing.

<@Y/N>: Can we hop on call now?

You didn't have to wait long for an answer, the two dummies were already online and Luca started the call.

"Yo, what's up dude?" You could hear the sound of crashing waves from Luca's side. He was probably at the beach after training with his surfer buddies. Damn he must've looked so goddamn cute with his hair all wet and messy. Shut up stupid mind! it's serious, let's drool some other time.

"Yes, what is the matter Y/N?" Soon the voice that you knew so well joined in. Feli with her unironically cute French accent was just like music to your ears. Seriously, why is your heart beating so fucking loud?

"Uh... so, it will sound weird but..." You paused and took a deep breath. "I, I think that I may be in love with you two." There you go! You spilled your guts, now it's only time for the crashing landing and Luca's bullying for the next weeks, yay.

You waited for an answer, but there was a long pause.

Do they hate you know? Are they so not in love with you nor each other that they will never talk to you ever again?

Your mind was a mess, you almost clicked the hang-up button, but Luca's voice was faster.

"Oh shit, shit, oh fuck! Dude why does it make so much sense?! I think that the old folks were right and I may also have a thing for the two of you." His words were almost not understandable, he was speaking so fast and loud at the same time. He sounded kinda scared and excited at the same time? Well, now it's time for Feli, and she was really quiet.

"Feli? Are you... are you not feeling the same way?" You broke the silence, your heart breaking at the thought.

"No, it's not it." She paused. "I am not as amazing as the two of you, I'm not outgoing I can't... I can't do as much as you can do. You two would fit better together without me." She stopped talking.

"Dude what...?"

"Feli, for the love of God. We've been friends for like forever at this point! We talk, play and do stuff all the time! If we can do it as friends then why not as, well a throuple?" The word tasted strange, almost foreign on your tongue, but it was positive strange? You sighed. "Your disability isn't a problem for us Feli, we love you for you... But do you feel the same?

The seconds when Feli hesitated to answer felt like Hell, you just wanted to know if both feelings were mutual or is it just you and Luca being idiots.

"Then, yes. I do feel the same way." Her voice softened and you could hear Luca's excited sounds as he shouted from happiness.

"Hell yeah dude! i have two cool partners now! Wait, are we even dating?"

"Christ, you're so dumb Luca." You replied and Feli just laughed.

And this is how your wonderful love life began, now the server hated you three even more. Especially on monthly anniversaries, birthdays or love related holidays. You were so sappy and sickly sweet that it was unbearable for the other killers.

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Made it short bc I'm a short ho /j

Hope you enjoyed -N<3

[margareth-lv]

🎪It's all fake, it's all tricked🎪

I've been very busy over the last few days (well, weeks), so I haven't been on Tumblr much. So, frankly, I don't know if there was any discussion here before New Year's Eve about Outlander_Starz's controversial post on Instagram called "In Memoriam" (...To everyone we lost this year, you will be missed. Well, some of you...).

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*** *** *** Maybe I'm very old (eh, no, I'm not) or very conservative (no, no, I'm not conservative at all), but I'm not amused by "In Memoriam" for rapist and murderer Allan Christie or rapist and murderer Richard Brown. Sure, Outlander is fiction, literary and cinematic, but even in fiction, characters shouldn't be given altars if they were (fictional) bad people, should they? Has the person who is in charge of these hopeless posts on Instagram even read the plot of Outlander? Does that person take the audience seriously? Or is he or she just a kid/an intern/a casual volunteer messing around to promote and advertise Outlander_Starz? *** *** ***

On this side of the fandom, we are convinced that Sam and Caitríona are controlled by psychopathic marketing and PR profiteers who, in order to maximise their benefits, have decided that a married Sam will not sell well, let alone Caitríona who is madly in love with Sam. Most of the time, the marketing and PR for Sam and Caitríona is hopelessly naive and incoherent. But aren't these marketing and PR professionals just idiots? They are just plain fools. They are stupid. They don't understand anything. They don't get the basics. And on top of that, they don't love, they're not loved, they don't have families, they don't give a damn about values and ethics.

*** *** ***

The Fraser family, separated by a chasm of 200 years, was the 'In Memoriam' post that saddened me the most.

There is nothing funny about a broken family.

There is nothing funny about missing your children or your parents.

But apparently some idiots find it amusing.

Like yesterday's hopeless post about "energy" for 2024. What part of the fandom finds the (controversial) energy of Sophie Skelton and Richard Rankin fascinating?

*** *** *** How stupid do you have to be not to know that we're here for Caitríona and Sam?

[By the way, I spent about three minutes of my life googling the meaning of 'soo la voo', and in general my French isn't all that bad.

Yes, oddly enough it's about 'c'est la vie' and the Tik-Tok video from a month ago. Who else, apart from thirteen-year-olds, would know about the news from Tik-Tok? This confirms my theory that Starz PR is done by thirteen-year-old volunteers. Bravo]

*** *** ***

And finally, the icing on the cake. Someone in the Starz PR department woke up and thought that maybe Caitríona and Sam were important to the fandom after all, so a lovely InstaStory like this was posted:

The 'Just Jared' result had been predictable for days. Our lovebirds' lead over the other actors was growing at a dizzying rate.

By the way, it is impossible to overlook the fact that 169,160 people voted for Sam (which represents 52.06% of the total votes) and six times less people voted for Caitríona, 29,347, which represents 82.94%.

Who votes for men? Could it be women?

Is (maybe) Starz PR right to strategise on horny grannies?

😜

[January 4, 2024]

[jukey]

hi there !!! I hope youre having a wonderful day today :) I saw your requests were open, so can i request a karasu tabito boyfriend hc? Ive been so obsessed with him lately:,(( (hes so cute.)

Please do take your time and dont rush <3 thank you!!

Blue Lock x Reader Headcanons

Karasu x Reader Headcanons + scenario

Karasu is always teasing and making playful jabs at you, often causing you to roll your eyes or playfully swat at him.

Despite his sharp tongue, Karasu is fiercely loyal and will defend you fiercely, even if it means getting into a bit of trouble.

Karasu loves to surprise you with random acts of kindness, like showing up at your doorstep with your favorite snacks or taking you out on a spontaneous adventure.

Karasu is always up for a good time and loves to have fun with you, whether it's playing pranks on each other or going on wild escapades together.

Karasu is a great listener and always lends an ear to his your problems, even if he sometimes gets a bit distracted or starts teasing you again.

Karasu and you have a shared love of mischief and often get into trouble together. You've been known to sneak into places you shouldn't be or pull elaborate pranks on your friends.

Karasu and you are always pushing each other out of your comfort zones, trying new things and encouraging each other to take risks.

Karasu is a hopeless romantic at heart, but he often hides it behind his mischievous exterior. He'll never admit it, but he secretly loves writing sappy love letters for you but always throws them out

Bonus: He jokingly calls you 'my bitch' so you started calling him 'my hoe' whenever people are around.

"Them! That couple over there," Karasu said, pointing at two people further down the street. This is the ideal date for him after all; pulling pranks on random people outside.

"You want to terrorise some lovebirds?" You replied with a chuckle.

"Ofcourse I do! Besides, there's no better couple than us," he replied wholeheartedly. Before you could say something he grabbed your hand and tugged you towards him.

"Now, let's go!" Next thing you knew you got pinned to the wall harshly.

"What the-"

"Hush, my kitten," he said all too dramatic. "It's us against the world," The embodiment of cringe-ness himself had whispered to you. Sweat dropping for a bit, you looked next to you to see the couple from earlier looking at the two of you with DREAD in their eyes. 'Oh god'

"My queen, my sugar plump fairy princess, my caramel covered green apple tart-"

"Karasu! They already left you can stop now," You sighed out.

"Aww, It wouldn't hurt to stay like this for a while tho,"

"No."

thank you so much for requesting!!

karasu brainrot fr

[resident-gay-bitch]

read part 1 HERE

“you are so stupid, ed’s.” steve had said with a love struck smile on his face, pink rosie cheeks under delicate freckles.

“yeah,” eddie hummed, grinning like a mad man at his beautiful boyfriend, “but you love me.”

“i do.” steve replied simply.

“gag.” robin poked her tongue out, sticking her finger over it, “actually about to vomit. stop being happy and gay in front of me, it’s revolting.”

“oh my god, robin!” eddie gasped, a hand pressed over his heart, “are you a… a homophobe?”

she smiled at him, tossing a peice of popcorn at his head, “only because you lovebirds make me one.”

“shut up, bobbie.” steve shook his head, “this is your fault you know.”

“yeah.” eddie agreed, “if you hadn’t ran your big mouth to steve the minute i told you about him, we’d still be hopeless and pining.”

robin sighed dramatically, “the sacrifices i make for you.”

steve laughed, pulling her into a tackle. eddie hopped off the couch, stepping away from the warzone. he walked into the kitchen, found nancy staring off into the distance, knife in hand, repetitively chopping a block of chocolate for their fondue.

“woah.” eddie reached his hands out tentatively, one resting on her wrist, “easy soldier.”

“eddie i can’t do this anymore.” she looked up at him, knife forgotten to the bench.

“do what, wheeler?” he asked, leaning against the counter, genuine concern in his voice.

she looked at him for a moment, eyes wide and staring. eddie felt a little unsure under her gaze, it was dark and daring, and usually, anyone put under it was about to be ripped to shreds.

but then she did something crazy. something eddie had never ever seen her do before.

she started to cry.

“hey-“ he reached his hands out for her, tentatively, not exactly knowing sad-wheeler protocol, “hey, it’s okay… it’s… you're okay.”

“i’m not.” she pulled herself into his arms, crying into his chest, “it’s not okay, eddie.”

eddie swallowed, she didn’t call him eddie ever, always munson or idiot if she was feeling playful, “i’m here for you, nance. you can talk to me if you need.”

she nodded, just holding him a little longer, “i don’t know what to do.”

he pulled back to look in her eyes, a big ringed hand stroking over her perfect curls, “what’s going on?”

“how do you do it?” she asked, silence sat in the room for a moment, “how do you… accept yourself?”

eddie’s eyes widened, “what do you mean?”

“i mean…” she sniffled, “how are you so okay with being gay?”

“oh.” eddie had said, face making about a million different expressions before settling on one, sorrow, “i’m… not. not really.”

she started to cry more.

“no, hey, no. i mean…” eddie shrugged, “here… here everyone is out to get people like me, you know? i’m not comfortable with it, not fully. i’m constantly living in fear of getting curb stomped or something.”

she turned into her hands, leaning over the counter now, “that’s not helping!”

“wh-“ eddie thought for a moment, he was not in anyway prepared for, or good at this stuff, “i’m sorry. i just… i figured you’d… understand that.”

she nodded her head, “i do.” she glanced up at him, “but… you… you're out.”

“to you guys.” eddie chuckled, “and a couple of the kids figured it out, and wayne’s known since i was ten… but, i haven’t… i’m not…”

nancy looked up at him, straightening her back out, “you're with steve.”

eddie nodded, “yeah, that’s… that’s about the only reason i felt so comfortable sharing with you and will and shit… because he- he makes it a little better.”

she licked her lips, taking a moment to breathe, eyes wet and red rimmed, “what do you mean?”

eddie smiled, “cause i love him, you know? it’s just… everything in this world is hard, everything’s out to get me, but steve… you know, he walks into the room and everything just feels a little more… doable. he makes life have more meaning.” he shrugged, “so, whilst being with him is hard, because we can’t go out or hold hands or anything like that… just having him close by and knowing that when we’re behind closed doors he can hold me in his arms, everything is gonna be okay again.”

nancys eyes drooped a little, “i didn’t think love was real.”

eddie offered her a sympathetic smile, “i didn’t either, until i met steve.”

she nodded her head a few times before grabbing his hand, turning his palm up so she could draw shapes on it with her finger. he let her. he’d always sort of had a soft spot for the wheelers. they stayed like that for a little while, whilst nancy processed things.

eddie broke the silence, “is this why you broke up with jon?”

nancy nodded her head, not looking up from his calloused palm.

eddie nodded in response, things started to click, “did you like jon?” silence hummed for a moment, “steve?”

she shook her head, “i don’t think so.”

eddie squinted his eyes, “you don’t think so?”

she looked up, “they were… nice but…”

“penis ain’t your thing, wheels?”

her cheeks turned red.

eddie grinned, chuckling softly, “secrets safe with me, nancy.”

she seemed to relax a little, “i’m sorry, eddie.”

“don’t apologise.” he smiled, pulling her back into a hug, “you know, a couple of months ago i was in this same place.”

“really?”

“well…” eddie hummed, wiggling his head as he held her a little tighter, “i knew i was gay, had for years. just hadn’t told anyone, didn’t know what to do. but i was so into steve and it got stressful because he was like… straight, you know? and so, i went to robin about it because she was a fellow weirdo and really nice, and i thought that if anyone was gonna accept me it was gonna be her.”

“oh.” nancy nodded her head, sinking into his hold, “and it helped?”

“a lot.” eddie chuckled, kissing the top of her head, “your safe with me, kay? m’not gonna tell a soul. not even stevie.”

she squeezed him, “thankyou.”

he let her go, and she went back to chopping chocolate. eddie headed to the fridge to get the fruit to help her prepare the desert. they worked together in silence, and nancy felt a even safer now around her best friend.

**

“that little… outburst…” eddie tipped his head from side to side and nancy punched his arm, “ow! hey! i was kidding.”

“jackass.” she shoved a clean plate into his hands to dry.

eddie smiled, leaning up against the cabinet, “you were feeling like that because..?”

nancy gritted her teeth, looking back over her shoulder to see steve and robin sitting on the floor of the hallway, deep in concentration in their thumb war, “it’s pointless.”

eddie followed her eye line, mouth parting when it clicked, “you like robert?”

nancy looked at him, shoving a clean fork into his hands now too, “shut the fuck up.”

“i didn’t say anything!” eddie laughed, putting the plate and fork away, ready to dry the next dish, “it’s a genuine question.”

nancy sighed, “okay, yes.”

eddie grinned, “you love her?”

nancy glared at him.

“i’ll take that as a yes.” he nodded his head, putting the dishes away, “damn wheeler.”

“mhm.” she nodded, “i hate it.”

“why?” eddie had asked, forgetting that nancy wasn’t in the know about robins sexuality.

“she’s like, totally in love with rob lowe.”

eddie laughed.

“what?” she scoffed, shoving a dripping wet plate into his chest.

“i’m sorry!” eddie laughed, wiping the plate dry, “i’m sorry that’s… where did you hear that?”

“she told me.” nancy muttered.

“when?” eddie shook his head.

“i don’t know, a while ago.” she sighed, “we were just looking through magazines together and i stopped on a page and said he had a nice smile, and then she said ‘oh my god, rob lowe is like, the love of my life!’.”

eddie bit his lip, “okay, that’s not true at all.”

“how would you know?” nancy asked.

because you are, is what eddie wanted to say, but he didn’t want to out her.

“i just do.” eddie nodded, “it’s not so bad, i think.”

“it’s hopeless.” nancy gruffed, “i’ve got all these shitty emotions about finally figuring out i like women and i don’t even have someone to make it a little better like you do.”

“hey, no.” eddie sighed, rubbing his eyes, “that’s not- i shouldn’t have said that, before. it’s not all bad.”

she glared at him.

“it’s not!” he shreiked before taking a moment to compose himself, “look, when you don’t have someone and no one knows about you, that’s when it’s shit. but that’s why i told rob, because i knew having someone that accepts me would make it a little better. your kinda standing in a room of fucking queers, nance, you’ll be fine.”

“i suppose. things are better with me and steve now.”

eddie nodded.

“maybe i can tell him.”

“yeah, exactly.”

“not robin.” she shook her head, “please don’t tell robin.”

“swear on my life.”

**

“steve.” nancy whisper shouted from the bathroom, “steve!”

“wh-“ he rubbed his eyes, backing out of the guest room to head her way, “what?”

“i need to tell you something.”

“are you doing this now?” eddie asked, voice muffled from the toothbrush in his mouth.

nancy nodded.

“i should leave-“

nancy grabbed his shirt, pushing him back into the bathroom behind her, “you are not going anywhere.”

“okay then.” eddie nodded, continuing his tooth brushing.

steve was on edge, “what’s going on?”

nancy gritted her teeth, “eddie said it’s safe to tell you, and you can’t tell robin.”

steve glanced up at eddie, and he shrugged, so he looked back down at nancy, “okay…?”

“i’m gay.”

his eyebrows shot up, “what?”

“that’s… that’s why i thought it was… bullshit.” she cleared her throat, having a hard time keeping eye contact, “i’m sorry.”

steve smiled, reaching out for her shoulder, “it’s okay. i get it… i mean… i like, only like dudes now so.”

“oh.” nancy smiled, a laugh of relief slipping out, “oh god, we’re hopeless.”

“yeah.” steve laughed.

“just, please don’t tell rob.” she shook her head, “i’m about to share a bed with her and i don’t want her freaking out and figuring out i’m into her.”

“your into bobbie?” steve whisper shouted, shock taking over him.

nancy nodded.

“okay.” steve said, “goodnight.”

“okay, goodnight.” nancy smiled.

steve slowly stepped away from the bathroom before bolting for nancys bedroom, flinging the door open rather agressively. robin screached, falling over, pyjama bottoms half way on.

“steve!” she rubbed her head.

“kiss her.” steve grinned.

“wh-“

“steve!” he heard eddie yell, then his footsteps.

“you didn’t hear it from me, but nancys gay for you.”

“wh-“ robin was about to scream before eddie was tackling his boyfriend to the ground, a hand over his mouth, begging him to shut up.

“did you-“ nancy stopped behind eddie in the doorway.

“steve…” eddie hummed, not caring about steve licking his hand, “did you tell her?”

steve didn’t answer. eddie looked over at robin, who was red cheeked and sitting on the floor with her pants half on, staring up at nancy. eddie groaned.

“goddamnit steve! she literally just figured it out!” eddie looked up at nancy, “i should have realised sooner. you can’t tell one of these two a secret without the other finding out.”

nancy slumped against the wall, ready to scream cry and run away.

eddie grinned up at her, “does it help if i tell you that robin is sitting there with her pants half on, freaking out because she’s got this massive lesbian crush on you too?” eddie began to pull steve away from the room.

“what?” nancy asked, staring at him.

“eddie!” robin called out.

“you did it to me.” eddie chuckled, “at least i had the decency to wait a couple of hours!”

nancy turned into the doorway, “your gay?”

“your gay?” robin said back, pants fully on now.

“you like me?” nancy swallowed.

“like…” robin shrugged, visibly riddled with nerves, “yeah, a lot.”

nancy shut the door behind her. steve looked back at eddie, who had finally let him go. he kissed his boyfriend once on the lips.

“you waited that long to stop me on purpose, didn’t you?”

“i promised her i wouldn’t tell anyone.” eddie grinned, “didn’t mean you couldn’t.”

[ananxiousgenz]

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 13

this took. a while!! life has been busy recently lol. i feel it is important to note that this part 13 also cashed in at 1,666 words. this was not intentional, but uh. definitely has got some evil undertones.

reading some of the stuff peter says might get a lil confusing- just remember he is signing all of this!! i didn't want to write the word "signed" three million times and sign language is literally a language, just not a spoken one, so i used "said" instead

I SUMMON THEE TPP CREW: @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini @the-private-eye

Way down deep in the pit of Juno’s stomach, a scaly rattlesnake of dread curled up and bared its fangs.

His muscles ached and his shirt was soaked through with sweat, and every few steps came with a cough from the horrible, black-dust air. He’d been searching the walls for hours now, looking for any sign of the tall, knife-thin figure that had sliced his world in half from the moment he walked into it. 

He’d seen a lot of workers. It took a lot of effort for him to not cringe at the sight of them. A hundred thousand faces, laying brick and chipping away at stone, each one looking as bone-tired and hopeless as the next. Some even looked vaguely familiar, distorted into someone he recognized through the dream-like haze in the air. But he hadn’t found anything of Peter Nureyev yet.

The rattlesnake shivered out a tense hiss. He was beginning to question everything. Had Rita remembered what had happened correctly? Maybe he’d missed him somewhere? Was Peter even here?

And suddenly all of Juno’s fear melted away.

There he was. A lone figure against the harsh lava glow of the factories behind him.

Just like he had the first time, he looked tired and disheveled, dirt on his face and a wall around his heart. His overalls were covered in mud and brick dust, his glasses were broken, and his eyes looked hollow and weary. But, gods, he might as well have had a gilded halo around his head for the way Juno wanted to fall down at his feet weeping and praying.

Blessed Saint Peter of the Workers.

Juno broke into a sprint.

“Nureyev?! Nureyev!!”

There was no answer. Peter just kept hacking away at the rock with his pickaxe, head bowed to the ground.

Juno scrambled up the rickety wooden ramp to the top of the wall as the rattlesnake slithered back into his gut. Peter barely noticed him. “Nureyev. Nureyev, please. Peter, please look at me!”

Nothing. Just that steady Hadestown rhythm of breathe, strike, lift. Breathe. Strike. Lift.

Juno grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. Peter’s eyes were completely empty, like the work here had sucked every last ounce of life out of him. Flashes of memory sped by in Juno’s mind. 

Peter laughing. Peter working out logic problems with Buddy. Peter telling stories with Rita. Peter fixing up the bar with Jet. Peter looking at him in wonder. Peter being alive.

He wasn’t alive now. The poorly sutured gash in his neck was evidence enough of that.

Juno was nearly crying now, scared and desperate, the world going blurry through the tears stuck in his lashes. The rattlesnake hidden in his stomach was letting out another steady hiss, it’s teeth bared in warning once more.

“Peter, please, you gotta remember me,” Juno whispered, pulling Peter’s head down to his. “I’m here to take you home.”

And then something strangely extraordinary happened.

Peter blinked. And it was like a miracle.

The hollowness cleared from his eyes in an instant. He squinted slightly through the dim light and broken glasses, and then recognition sparked in his eyes, and a grin more blinding than the sun snuck onto his face, chasing away the despair and melancholy. He looked at Juno, wonder and surprise and love in his eyes, and mouthed a single word.

Juno!

And then they were in each other's arms, holding each other like it was the only thing in the world that existed. Juno realized he was fully crying now, and Peter was crying too. His fist was clenched in Peter’s shirt that smelled like coal dust and sweat and fear but he didn’t care. He didn’t care. All that mattered was that they were here now, and they were holding each other, and he felt whole again. And it was like the world released a breath it barely knew it was holding back.

They stayed like that for a long time, crying and hugging and gently rocking back and forth, until both of them could breathe normally, like the sheer fact of the other’s presence could fix every problem they had ever known.

Juno pulled away from the hug first and kissed Peter hard. “You absolute DUMBASS. What the hell were you thinking, Nureyev? Getting yourself tangled up in the underworld?”

Peter made a slightly sour face and began signing something at Juno, too fast for him to understand.

“Wait, wait, wait. Slow down a minute. It’s been a while since I had to interpret sign, babe. You’re gonna have to sign slower than that.”

Peter sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, but planted a sweet kiss on Juno’s cheek before signing again, slower this time.

"How the hell did you get down here?"

“Jet led me. Apparently he used to work for Hadestown as a psychopomp or something. He wouldn’t go into it too much, though.”

"No, no, no," Peter said, snapping his fingers closed in slight frustration. "How did you get past the wall? No one gets in unless they come by train."

“Ah. Well, that’s interesting. There’s a backroad that I went down. And then when I got to the wall… I just. I sang. I asked it to let me in, said I needed to find you, and the stones just moved aside. I don’t know how.”

There was a pause. Peter was chewing on his lip now, looking at Juno with some emotion akin to reproach on his face. “What’s the matter, babe?”

"I called your name before I… left. And you never came for me."

Juno sucked in a pained breath through his teeth and looked at the rough-hewn ground. “You…. you did. I know.” 

Peter’s expression was rapidly approaching one that looked like it might burst into tears. "You knew? You heard me?"

“No, I didn’t know. Rita saw all of it. She…. she told me the story.” Juno sighed deeply, ran his hands over his face, and squatted down to the ground. “I’m so sorry, Nureyev. All of this is my fault. I should have been paying more attention to you, because you told me that you were hungry and I thought it would be fine, I just didn’t listen, and if I had listened, you wouldn’t be in this mess-”

Juno broke off as he felt Peter’s fingers under his chin, forcing him to look up. 

"Listen to me. This is not your fault," he said gently before giving Juno another kiss. His face had such a soft expression on it, soft like a magnolia petal in early spring with the kind of tenderness and care that only a very deep-rooted love can produce. 

Juno looked at that softness growing through the cracks of Nureyev’s walls and found himself falling in love with him all over again.

“It’s okay, though. I can fix this. I came to bring you home again. I can just sing the song again and the stones will let us back out- what’s the matter?”

Peter had begun shaking his head slowly. "Won’t work," he said, jaw clenched tight and face painted with varying shades of regret.

“What do you mean, it won’t work? It’ll work, I promise, Peter, I can get us out of-”

“You’re not from around here, are you?” 

A booming voice echoed across the wall in response, and Juno watched Nureyev go completely still, eyes wide and face stark white with fear and panic. Juno wasn’t sure who the man in the neat suit walking towards them was, but Peter’s reaction to his voice was enough to set Juno on edge in his defense.

He stood, back straight and eyes narrowed with as much confidence and menace as he could manage. “And who the hell are you?”

The man grinned, and something about his smile made Juno want to punch him. “An old friend of Petya’s. And the man who owns this city. You can call me Slip. You’d best be going, though. This city doesn’t take kindly to strays.”

Juno didn’t move a muscle. The man stared at him, eyes cold and clean and razor sharp.

“I said, you need to leave this city. Now.” 

“I’m not leaving without him.”

Nureyev stood then and turned to face the man, Slip, with a tension Juno had never seen in him before, and began shooting angry words in his direction. His hands were moving too fast for Juno to catch anything more than a few words: “alone,” “deal,” “my voice,” “take,” and “let him go”. Slip’s grin only widened.

“He hasn’t told you, has he?” he asked, leaning slightly to see Juno’s face.

Juno looked at Peter, a sick feeling beginning to snake back into his gut. “Tell me what, Peter?”

Peter looked at him painfully before staring wide-eyed at the ground and chewing on his lip.

The rattlesnake buzzed out a tremor of fear. “Peter, what did you do?”

“I told you I own this city, and that includes the people in it. My darling Petya here signed a contract for a job, and now he belongs to me. I was initially going to keep him from having to work out here, but since he decided he would rather keep company with my workers than me, I decided to let him do some of the work himself,” Slip shrugged, walking forward and resting a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

It was like the world was collapsing in on itself.

“It isn’t true,” Juno breathed, eyes widening. “It can’t be true. Tell me it isn’t true.”

Peter wouldn’t meet his eyes. He simply nodded and said nothing else.

The rattlesnake’s hiss crescendoed. Juno felt like he might throw up.

“Executives? Would you mind showing this young man here what we do with trespassers?” Slip called.

Suddenly, two large, identical men dressed in brown coats appeared behind Juno. Before he could say a word or move in defense, there was movement, a sharp pain radiating through his skull, and then Juno Steel knew no more.

[dawnsleif]

"i'm yours". "sorry (i love you)" — atsumu miya x reader (2.4k words)

"what if i told you i like you?".

"i like you too".

the man of your dreams

atsumu miya smells like trouble, but did that stop you from falling for him? absolutely not, you have always loved getting into messes you cannot figure out how to run away from. rationality is scolding the impulsive side of you, but people only live one life, so what is the fun if one does not enjoy it at its fullest? the thrill of trouble, or, to be precise, of falling in love with a troublemaker, gets you going.

“focus!”, the sound of a ball falling, every single step on the court — you have missed this familiar feeling, and a certain blond-haired man from the team. you wonder if he has missed you too, but opt to shrug the thought off and not entertain it anymore.  

like a mantra, everyday you keep chanting to the bold spark of hope inside of you how he will never be yours, how you should be focusing on your responsibilities instead of daydreaming. it is pointless to think about him if your affection is not reciprocated, right?

him, the man of everyone’s dreams (by that, of course, you are included). alright, that might be an exaggeration, though it might as well be the truth. you see him surrounded by eager fans every time a match ends, but can you blame them? not at all, he is charming and his bright smile makes your legs weak. 

will you let him know about this massive crush? perhaps someday, but not right now.

“how are my favorite boys doing?”, your voice is a refreshing echo that saves them from the captain’s anger. a choir of welcoming cheers erupting from the team, including meian himself (although reluctant to admit the truth, he knows you are the only one who can keep the whole of msby black jackals in order), bring a smile to your face. 

you notice exhaustion and frustration lingering on their features, hidden behind grins, and your heart clenches, realizing that they have been overworking again. of course they would, last time’s defeat was devastating, yet you were not there to comfort them. 

you are determined now. as of today, your priority is to assist the team and hope they win the upcoming nationals. it will just be a plus if atsumu, by any chance, falls for you along the way.

the one holding his heart

little do you know, your beloved is also planning his moves — and not precisely the ones he should be preparing for his matches. 

two hopeless, clueless, lovebirds. what an oblivious pair you are! 

close friends and family have noticed long ago how much adoration the both of you hold back every time you are in presence of each other. but of course, two idiots in love will not see that. neither of you realize how you beam with a different kind of happiness, how you seem caught up in a bubble of love that excludes everyone else; it’s just atsumu and y/n in their world. 

“tsumu, are you seriously trying to woo your girl with my cooking?”, the younger twin deadpans, questioning yet another one of his brother’s pretty questionable decisions. 

“she likes food, onigiri miya’s special”, atsumu is quick to defend himself and his dubious choices. will he ever win your heart with osamu’s cooking? will you ever fall in love with him? well, one thing is for sure, you seem to have fallen in love with the other miya’s culinary abilities. it seems that samu will have to play cupid for awhile.

“i would’ve said she has a good taste, but she likes ya, so i’m not sure of that anymore”, osamu is quick to shut his mouth, turning to check his sibling’s reaction.

“say what? are ya doubting her taste because she likes me?”, the blond’s outraged face is priceless (so is his unawareness).

“yeah, i said that. congratulations, ya aren’t deaf yet”.

“wait”, something akin to realization flashes through his eyes, “she likes me?!”.

“yes, i said that too”.

“no, samu! are ya hearing yourself? she likes me?! like, y/n likes me? y/n? my manager? the girl who has my heart?”, atsumu stares directly into samu’s eyes, formulating frantic asks, like a distressed kid waiting for consolation.

“heavens, shut up!”, the gray-haired grunts, exasperated, before giving in and proclaiming his next words with solemnity, “y/n, your manager, likes you”.

sorry, i love you

“fuck off, miya”, you shove him off, forcing your mind to forget the way his lips felt against yours (as if they were meant to kiss —  such shameless thought tints your ears red).

“miya, seriously?”, anyone would think atsumu miya is indignant, but no, you recognize the hurt in his pupils, “y/n, it’s tsumu for you!”.

“sorry”.

“what?”.

“i said sorry”.

“and i’m asking you why”.

you stand there in a pathetic attempt to word your emotions.  how does he know? were you that obvious? you were always afraid he wouldn’t know how much he meant to you, but you were also scared of him knowing about your crush. 

this was supposed to be a chill night out with the boys. curse whoever talked too much. you are pretty sure the blond would have never known by himself. you weren’t that obvious. yes, curse them (somewhere in the city, osamu cannot stop sneezing). 

the inquiry in atsumu’s eyes is edging you to spill everything, to swear your undying love for him, to tell him how difficult it is to suppress your feelings. but you don’t.

“it’s not the right time, tsumu”, you are pleading him to let you go.

“when?”.

“after the nationals”.

“deal”, he grins, and you know there’s no bad blood between you two.

“let’s go back, shall we?”, things will eventually fall back to their place — this thought encourages you to forget everything and just enjoy the night.

meian and kiyoomi’s knowing gazes find yours when you head back, atsumu trailing closely behind. a stern look from you signals you are not in the mood to talk about it. they get the idea, and don’t pry.

token idiot 1

“you did what?”, whatever deity help atsumu miya, because osamu miya is positively sure of how much he wants to smack his stupid twin right now.

“told her i like her, and that i know she likes me too”, he repeats, cautious, not knowing which part of what he said caused the younger’s distress, “i might have kissed her too”.

“atsumu miya!”.

“oi! shut up! don’t be so loud!”.

“god, what i’m gonna do with ya?”.

token idiot 2

“tsumu said he wasn’t asking me to be his, but he is mine”.

“and you rejected him?”, your friend (hopefully brother-in-law if things go well in the future) looks like he’s about to beat some sense into you, but you would do that too if you were him.

“i lowkey did? the nationals are more important than this”, you reply matter-of-factly, sipping on your morning coffee.

“god, what i’m gonna do with ya two?”, it’s infuriating the way you playfully smile at him, as if atsumu and you weren’t the main cause of his headache. someone save osamu miya, why would he decide to play cupid?

cupid is typing… “i give up”

nothing changed; you still handled your manager duties with diligence while he still gave his best every time he stepped into court. others would deem the failed confession a shame, but that’s because they don’t know you two. you are working harder than ever to ease the boys’ worries, you trust they will do just alright. they are your favorite boys after all. atsumu, for his part, is putting his whole soul into training, determined to prove the world msby black jackals is capable of it (and truth to be told, determined to confess his adoration for you once again. after the nationals, you promised).

“hey, are you free tonight?”, it would be a lie if osamu said he was surprised by your short message. he already knew you would want to talk about it; last time’s meeting wasn’t enough.

“come around by 8pm”, you make a mental note of his reply.

onigiri miya’s bell rings a few minutes before closing time; the owner does not have to turn around to know it is you. your favorite drink is placed on the counter in a heartbeat, and you barely manage to say  “thank you” before he takes the empty seat beside yours.

“tell me, what is going on in that pretty little head of yours?”, he tries to light up your mood with some friendly teasing.

“remember when i said my priority was to be with them until they won nationals? it still is, i think. but, i don’t know. i’ve been thinking a lot since that night, and… if i had accepted, wouldn’t it have been the best? for him and for me. i don’t know, samu. i like him so much it’s stupid. out of so many people, never thought i would fall in love with your brother”, you are a babbling mess, and osamu wonders if he had accidentally poured alcohol for you.

“look, y/n, atsumu is an airhead sometimes (you are too — he bites his tongue before these words escape), but he confessed his feelings openly. you must mean a lot to him, so don’t you worry”.

“but… what if he hates me?”.

“we are not talking about the same tsumu, are we? atsumu miya could never hate y/n”, his affirmation brings a smile to your face.

“atsumu miya could never hate y/n, atsumu miya could never hate y/n”, you repeat his words, giggling. 

osamu is now convinced he has given you alcohol; this is going to be a long night.

“he could never. plus, didn’t you guys promise each other you would talk things out after nationals?”.

“right, we did that”, you seem lost in thought.

when you wake up the next morning, tucked nicely in your bed, hangover sinks into you; your body feels sore, and your mind is fuzzy. you remember rambling to samu (bless him for being such a supportive friend) about how you are not sure what your priorities are now, you remember how you giggled like a schoolgirl when he told you atsumu could never hate you, you remember… ugh, you don’t remember anything after that.

you reach for your phone with the intention of texting osamu to show him some appreciation for bearing with you, but a confused frown appears on your face upon reading his most recent message.

“i give up — cupid osamu”.

cupid is not cupid-ing anymore

“what are you giving up?”, to say you are worried is an understatement; you are terrified you had wronged him in any way in your drunk state.

“you two. i wasn’t made to be a cupid”, his dramatic sigh comforts you, at least now you know you didn’t do anything fool enough to anger him. osamu is giving up because seeing lovesick tsumu and y/n is not doing any good to him; you guys consume his energy.

“does tsumu know?”.

“no, do you want to break the news?”, he questions, with no hint of seriousness in his voice.

“you should”, you are entertained by his antics, but don’t forget to thank him for last night’s meeting, “oh, right. i should thank you for everything”.

“no need for that, y/n. you are my future sister-in-law after all”, his smirk is irritating, and it reminds you why you fell in love with the blond instead of loving this twin. one of osamu’s hobby was (and still is) to tease you, so in the long run you developed feelings for the miya who always was on your side. atsumu miya had (and still has) smart remarks when it came (when it comes) to defend you.

osamu miya does break the news some days later, when tsumu texts him to plan his second attempt at a love confession: “cupid is not cupid-ing anymore”.

msby shenanigans

atsumu is left with no other option than to reach out to the team. the blond is met with two bored men and some confused faces in the locker room after he had asked them to stay after practice (you’re out running errands today, they can’t be caught); meian and kiyoomi seem to know more than he has ever told them, yet then again, they have always been more perceptive than him.

“tell us, how can we help?”, the captain’s unmistakable voice urges tsumu to talk.

“i like y/n”.

“that’s not news”, kiyoomi says among confused murmurs.

“omiomi, i’m not that obvious!”, the dark-haired raises an eyebrow, not bothering to tell him how noticeable his crush has been since day one.

“so?”, meian encourages the blond miya to give further explanation.

“i want to confess (again — he saves this part for himself) after nationals”.

“are we here to listen to your confession?”.

“oi, captain! smart!”, atsumu beams, and they have no heart (and no reason) to deny his request.

meian shakes his head before throwing a sympathetic look to the team, as if he were wishing them luck. msby black jackals are not used to so much sappiness, but they truly wish the best for atsumu and their manager.

can i speak to the manager?

to everyone’s (everyone but you and the team) surprise, msby wins the nationals. such a win is followed by more reporters than usual; you have no chance to act like the proud mama you are before your boys are surrounded by screams and flashes. 

“asides from training, is there any secret to your win?”, a reporter asks.

“of course. we had a common goal”, meian replies calmly.

“revenge, perhaps?”.

“taking back the first place you guys covet?”.

“is someone retiring?”.

they are all looking for dirt, hoping someone accidentally spills their next sensational headline. atsumu miya is done with this stupid interview, he lets out an enigmatic “you’ll see” before excusing the team to go back to their lockers.

“can i speak to the manager?”, he catches a glimpse of you around the corner.

“you may now”, your cheery voice makes him happier than today’s win (that’s how he knows you mean the world to him).

“what if i told you i like you?”, there’s a tint of nervousness in his hopeful voice. screw the speech he has prepared with the boys; he feels this is the right thing to say at this moment.

“i would tell you i like you too, atsumu miya”.

when your lips meet his again, everything falls back to its place.

note! second attempt at a hq fic, and it's tsumu again, hope he's not too out of character in this one sOb. he strikes to me as a dense lover, slow to catch up on your signals, but he definitely makes up for it after he notices.

[r0-boat]

A little bit of Silas headcanons

Still writing the horny fic but I'm in a mood to give a little extra.

Silas x gn! Reader

Cw: yandere character, possessiveness, mentions of murder.

Sfw

Silas does not understand the concept of if you love something set it free. He believes that if you truly love something you would take care of it and protect it.

Everyone wants to talk about feral Silas but what about sweet and soft Silas? What about when he is exhausted from his Royal duties all he wants to do is find you rap his arms around you and hold you. he missed you so much, Silas it's a big cuddle bug, his favorite part of the day, this feeling your warm body close to him nuzzling his face into your neck and inhailing your scent to come him down.

Silas is jealous, is you.... in front of you, he'll be pouty and clingy. You can see the frustration and anger on his face when you talk about a past lover. If they ever see them in person, he'll be cold and arrogant, thinking himself to be better; however, if it's a guard Butler or maid, or anyone he will kill them with his bare hands, seeing them as unworthy for a swift and merciful death by his sword.

Silas gives you your own room. The more You escape or disobey, the more you slowly lose more privileges. He wants to spoil you and provide you with everything if you submit to him and accept his love. If you keep disobeying him and escaping like a mere prisoner, he will treat you as such. He does not mind seeing you with a collar attached to a chain he holds around all day so you will not leave his side. He does not mind you sitting in his lap like a little fidget toy for him to play with while he does his work. His feather pen in one hand scratching on the paper while his other squeezing your thigh, playing with your hair, running his hand underneath your shirt, etc.

you'll never see that Prince more happy if you yourself ask to sleep in his own room. Despite Silas having such an innocent look on love he's not stupid he expects you to struggle. So be fun to watch his eyes widen when you ask to sleep in his bed.

Yes Silas reads romance novels he's a hopeless romantic in his loyal Library there's a whole section of just romance novels he's absolutely obsessed with the idea of Falling in Love, love at first sight, soulmates. Feeding his innocent and Rose tinted, delusional thoughts on love. Silas has never felt the feeling of falling in Love before, he firmly believes that it was meant to be even if you didn't feel the same he believes that it will happen it just takes time for you to realize those feelings as well. he has never been truly loved for a long time so he craves it, he craves it more than a man craves food.

Silas doesn't fully understand the more Primal animalistic Cravings he has. These desires can be controlled; Silas just doesn't; it feels much better to satisfy those cravings than to hold them back.

Silas loves birds. He orders over birds of paradise with beautiful plumages. He has a whole aviary in the castle Courtyard full of colorful birds. His favorite, of course, are lovebirds. When he was a general in his father's Army, he had a falcon, practicing falconry. He had trained a crow to deliver his messages since birds were much faster than carriages, he would constantly have the upper hand in battle, attacking when the enemy was ill-prepared.

[hungrydogs-if]

Fakeout makeout? Fakeout makeout.

(pretty please, dear author? 🥺)

oh boy you're getting some text now, nonny. you've opened the floodgates for one of my favorite tropes.

also these are a bit ambiguous and abrupt but i hope you enjoy! also all in the same setting.

dane

a wall catches your back just as a rough hand settles on the nape of your neck, cold rings a stark contrast to the sudden heat of his lips on yours. the beard scratches your chin as he holds still, the broad expanse of his torso shielding you from those prying eyes that settle on your darkened forms in the dimly-lit alley. you hear a distant voice mistake you for just a couple of drunken lovebirds, and you feel the chuckle that rumbles in his chest through where your hand is pressed against it. the footsteps recede until there is no other sound than your intermingled breathing, and the hammering of your heart beneath your chest. the fingers release your neck and trail over to tug at the lapels of your jacket, gripping it just for a moment longer before he pulls away with a laugh and a smile, his words a husky rumble in the darkness; "close call, huh?"

mona

she is swift when the footsteps approach, pulling you into an alcove with strength you know only she possesses. in the darkness you hear her ask, "do you trust me?" but she knows the answer. nimble fingers snake around your throat, sharp nails gently scratching into sensitive skin right below your ear and warm, plush lips press against yours as you stumble back against the wall. her thumbs soothe the edge of your jaw, and the taste of black cherries lingers on your lips as the darkness swallows you. the beam of a flashlight passes overhead, and in that brief moment you freeze, the hand that now rests on her hips tightening in response. she pulls away, whispers a reassuring hush, amber eyes glinting in that brief luminous glow. as the footsteps grow distant, she offers you a final caress across your cheekbones, and you know you're safe once again.

sam (no kiss, hugs instead)

their fingers are cold wrapped around your wrist. labored breaths escape both of you, and the feeling of hopelessness creeps closer with every footsteps you hear approaching further behind. a sudden diversion of your path makes you stumble, leg catching a stray debris and you feel gravity meeting you. the pain never comes, a soft body trapped beneath yours as you lie on top of them, heat radiating off overexerted bodies hiding in the shadows. when the footsteps grow louder, they panic, wide eyes darting from you to the alley, and suddenly your body is pulled towards them in an impressive feat of strength. they hug you tight, and you, too, let your head rest against their shoulder as you return the embrace. you stay there for what feels like hours until the night is once again quiet, and you've never enjoyed the silence of the city quite as much as you do then, held tight in those arms.

thirteen

stray lights reflect off a visor when they tilt their head, eerily quiet, like death itself. a miniscule raise of their chin is all the warning you get before gloved fingers curl around your forearm, and the world shifts on its axis. a wall welcomes you with a harsh pain, and you bite your tongue not to make a sound. in a rush, your vision goes dark. the smell of leather invades your senses, the sensation of a warm palm over your eyes a sudden shift. the hollering continues, echoing down the narrow alley, but the impact of what you know is fiberglass on asphalt steals your attention. a questions forms on your lips, your own fingers reaching for the hand planted over your eyes only to be pushed aside, pinned to the cold wall by your head. the questions are swiftly silenced by something rough - lips not at all soft, but scarred, with a deep gouge across, leaving the sensation bizarre, asymmetrical. before you can collect you thoughts, the cold fiberglass of a Helmer grazes the bridge of your nose, and the warm leather disappears from your eyes, leaving you blinking at your own reflection in that infernal, abyssal visor. the phantom sensation still lingers on your lips, and they lift a finger to their face in a shushing motion, only then releasing the hand still pinned to the wall.

angel

"what did you do, what did you do" the words are spoken in a panic, two strong hands on your shoulders in attempt to shake the answer out of you. hazel eyes burn into yours, wild and frantic. searching for an answer you can't articulate. a frustrated growl comes from them as they pace, hands running through their hair. your brain doesn't catch up with your movements before you've shedded the telltale jacket off your shoulders, quickly discarded on the ground, swallowed by the shadows falling around you. your hands are on their body before you realize, and the grunt of impact is swallowed by your lips when they tumble against the harsh wall. you feel angry fingers curling into the collar of your shirt, freezing there as voices call out from beyond the darkness. their lips are soft, cold in the frigid evening air, and you feel the snarl in how they mold against yours, if only for a moment before the sounds of angry pursuers vanish and you're roughly shoved back. meeting those furious eyes is a sight, and in the low light you see no hazel, only blown pupils glaring daggers at you.

[truly-hopeless]

Hi! That's impressive list! Can I pick two? I couldn't decide only on one, lol. So... Love Notes and vampire!L the undying detective? ^^

Sure thing; you are the first person to send me a real ask (all other times it was a bot advertising an adult website) so I'm happy.

Love Notes is an AU where, instead of a Death Note, Light gets a notebook that allows him to make two (or more) people feel infatuation towards each other. And because Light is Light, who is a perfectionist and a closet hopeless romantic in this universe, he's not content to just put random people together for one date, uses the Love Note to send detailed instructions to one or more of the lovebirds in order to make sure the relationship lasts. This earns him the nickname Eros (after the Greek god of love) and there's a mix of people who are either happy he's around and hoping that he can help them in their love life or pissed that he's meddling instead of letting relationships succeed or fail on their own merits (with a few people just being bitter that Eros isn't helping them find a partner even though Light knows they're trash). And things only get more complicated when L announces that he plans to capture Eros and that he knows he's in Japan and Light notices that there is a marking on his wrist that Ryuk (who is an actual love god in this universe instead of a death god) tells him it is a soulmate marking that appears on human Love Note users and their intendeds when they "meet." I'm still in the prologue/first chapter (haven't updated this in a while since it's one of the ones in the Dropbox folder and I feel I can't be bothered to fully retrieve it), but I see parts of the plot playing out like the Eros/Psyche myth, specifically a falling out that happens between Light and L (after they've become close) when L finds proof Light is Eros while he's asleep, while not being a one-to-one retelling (there is no abduction/marriage plot from Light [keeping a partner in a lavish palace and visiting them at night with the lights out is more something L would be more likely to do than Light, let's be honest], there is no Aphrodite equivalent, and I don't see any of the Wammy House students [except maybe Beyond] trying to ruin L's chances at love like Psyche's sisters did to her).

The Undying Detective is a bit more complicated. I started it a little before the other Vampire!L AU because I knew that I wanted to write a fic where L was a vampire, but was still trying to figure out the how and the why and I ended up leaving it after sometime (haven't deleted it because there's always a chance I'll pick it up again, but I haven't added to it or changed it in about two years). I will share what I wrote and then also share what I wanted to happen but could not find the words to convey it:

"Please Ryuzaki," Light begged. "If you're right and the thirteen day rule is false, then Kira likely meant for you to figure it out to have you killed the moment you challenge it."

"How would Kira kill me, Light-kun? Kira does not have my name. Misa Amane has not been allowed back into headquarters since she left and the only ones allowed in here are members of the Task Force and you. Unless there's something you would like to tell me."

Light's heart broke. This again? After all this time? "The Shinigami Rem seems very protective of Misa and she has her own Death Note. The only reason I'm no longer handcuffed to you and Misa was allowed to leave was because that rule 'proved' our innocence. With Kira being active again and no other suspects, suspicion would fall back on us if the rule is proven false and you would likely execute us. Rem might kill you to try to prevent you from killing Misa. But of course," Light let out a bitter laugh, "you don't care about that as long you're able to 'prove' I'm Kira once and for all. Why do I even--?"

He suddenly slipped on a wet spot and fell to the concrete, his arm scraping painfully against the railing.

"You're bleeding."

"Oh, really? Thank you for pointing it out to me, I never would have known." Light hissed in pain as he touched his injury. There was a lot more blood than he was expecting and it almost made him sick.

"Sarcasm does not suit you." L held out his hand to Light and helped him up. "Come on, we've been out here long enough."

He helped Light dry off and he started treating the scraped area. His bony hands were surprisingly gentle as he disinfected the cut and wrapped a bandage around it.

"I just want to know the truth, Light." Light took note of the dropped honorific. "I no longer believe you're Kira, but I believe that you have been keeping secrets."

"Like what?"

"Such as how you know my real name."

Oh no. "What are you talking about? I don't--"

"Please don't lie to me. You said my name in your sleep the night before Higuchi was caught. You did not say 'L' or 'Ryuzaki.' You said 'Lawliet,' my last name. The only living people who know that name are me and Watari. How do you know it?"

Light sighed. He'd been dreading this moment, knowing that by telling L this he risked either getting committed or earning the detective's scorn and he didn't know which was worse. But if telling him the truth would prevent L from killing himself, it would be worth it.

After checking to make sure Rem was no where in earshot, he confessed, "For as long as I can remember, possibly the day I was born, I've been able to see a name and a number over people's heads. The names are the true names and the numbers are when they are going to die. I cannot see when I will die, but I can see when my family and friends will die and knowing that has made me feel so alone. I was unable to tell anyone about it because I knew I wouldn't be believed. The loneliness grew when Kira started killing, with people suddenly dying before their time and me becoming your prime suspect. There was a brief time where I thought that I found someone who understood what I was going through--"

"Misa Amane."

"Yes. She was like me, she could see the names and numbers as well and also lacked her own number. She approached me and told me she loved me and I believed her. But I soon learned that she loved Kira more and that she had only approached me in the first place because she thought I was him. And then you locked both of us up because you believed we were the first and second Kira and when I next saw her she was no longer like me and couldn't even remember why she started dating me, leaving me feeling alone once again.

"I at first resented you for this, for taking away my freedom and somehow making Misa and I no longer have anything in common, and the sixty days of solitary confinement and having my father pretend he was going to kill me certainly didn't help endear you to me. But the more time I spent with you as we looked Kira and the more I learned about you as you started to opening up to me, I became comfortable around you and I... I fell in love with you, L. But I couldn't bring myself to tell you the truth before now because I was afraid. Afraid that it would serve as a confession to you that I was Kira and afraid that you would hate me for being so unnatural. But none of that matters now. You can arrest me and execute me if that will satisfy you. Just please do not throw your life away."

L was silent for a long moment after he tied off the bandage. He just stared at Light with those large dark eyes.

Finally, he said, "I appreciate your honesty and concern, Light. But I still need to test the rule. It's the only way the Task Force will understand and the only way to get closer to catching Kira. If you're not Kira and Amane-san has become Kira again, then she has to know by now who the original Kira is. We can try to make a deal with the Shinigami in order to learn his identity, but I doubt she will trust me. Promise me that you will make sure the rule is tested when I die."

"Don't talk like that! Like it's already too late!"

"It is. We will be parting ways very soon, I can feel it. But you have nothing to fear. I know that you can finish this case in my absence and if the Task Force refuses to cooperate, you'll have help from some friends of mine, friends that Kira does not know about. Will you promise to catch Kira when I'm gone?"

"I will."

L smiled. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Light's. After a moment of hesitation, Light returned the kiss, his fingers tangling in the detective's hair as tears fell down his face.

---------

"Everyone, the Shinigami--!" L then clutched his chest as if in pain, the spoon he was using to stir his tea slipping from his other hand as he started falling.

Light ran forward and caught L and looked down at him.

No, please no! Not like this!

L squeezed Light's hand, a sad smile on his face as he saw the younger man's tears.

"Sorry...it had to...end...like this." It seemed to hurt for him to speak. His eyes began to close. "You're...not Kira. I wish I..."

His heart stopped beating and Light saw the name "L Lawliet" disappear along with the remaining years he should have lived.

From here, I had in mind that the other Task Force members start dropping dead too until only Light is left. Misa enters, as does Kira (Teru Mikami, because he's my usual go-to for an alternate Kira), and they give Light a choice: join them or die. Light is horrified, but is also pissed off and heartbroken that he lost his father, several of his friends, and the love of his life, and calls both of them out, daring them to kill him. One of them strikes him, causing Light to stumble and hit his head hard enough to draw blood. Several of the drops land on L and, without anyone noticing, seeps into his skin.

The last thing Light sees before he passes out, believing that he will die, is L standing up and preventing Mikami from writing his name down by breaking his wrist. When he wakes up again, L tells him that the Kiras are in custody and awaiting trial. While Light is glad that L is back, he's still grieving the deaths of the other Task Force members and is concerned that he can no longer see L's name at all and that neither of them know why that is, or why L is hungry/thirsty all the time no matter how much he eats.

The rest of the story would be them figuring out that L is a vampire and trying to navigate everything from there. I might come back to this someday, but I have too much going on at this time.

[hughungrybear]

Thoughts on I Feel You Linger in the Air

Finally finished watching this series and I've got feelings 😅

First of all, I am in utter awe of Nonkul Chanon. I have watched this man play leading roles in several Thai lakorns (see Hormones, Bad Genius, 46 Days, The Revenge, and Find Yourself, to name a few), and he always exudes "teen heartthrob" vibes. However, he really managed to sell his role as the hopeless gay romantic, Jom, quite effectively.

Second, though I like the series, in some ways, I feel like I missed some crucial plot details despite watching the uncut version. Yes, it was established early that Yai and Jom were fascinated with each other because of their shared dreams/visions before Jom time-travelled to Yai's era. However, it still feels like we skipped a few steps when Yai confessed his romantic feelings for Jom. Between Episodes 5 and 6, there's not much of a courtship between the two. Suddenly, we have boyfriends 😅

Third, I have so many reservations about the master-slave dynamics of this series. I know the imbalance between their stations in life is central to the plot. However, even in this modern age, Asian master-househelp romance is still frowned upon. We are still being disinherited and ostracized for daring to love and marry somebody "below" our station. As such, I did not have much faith that the romance between Yai and Jom (or between Eeang Peung and Maey) would have a "happy ending". Moreso since it's a same-sex romance. This ain't an era of acceptance. So, the way the series implied that the only way for these lovebirds to have a happy ending is in the present time, where they are essentially equals, makes a lot of sense.

Fourth, I would also like to applaud the villains in this series. I have been watching Thai series for the longest time, and this is one of the few times that I desperately wanted to reach inside my computer screen and wring multiple characters' necks for their greed and stupidity. Honestly, it's a toss between Robert and Lumyai whom I wanted to kill first 😅. Next on my list are Yai's parents and that fvcking matchmaker/master arsonist, Uncle Dech. I just get soooo irritated watching their scenes. (However, I would like to apologise to Fongkaew. I thought she was just a natural-born cheater - much like her reincarnation. Turns out, she's not only an okay character, she's also a badass 😅).

Fifth, I like Ming. I sincerely want to see him live a happy life regardless of the era he is in. He is inherently good, plus he is the only one who can see how truly shitty their situation as a slave is. Also, it takes great courage and kind heart to continue loving someone without asking anything in return. Other characters that I love are Auntie Prik and James. I also want them to be happy whichever era they are in.

Despite its brilliance, I doubt if I'll ever re-watch this series. I don't have it in me to repeat all the whirlwind emotions I felt while watching this series. Now, where is my ice cream? 😅

[snowleopardcrk]

For the Creme Kingdom AU, I’ve been thinking about something. I think it’d to be fun to experiment with a unique dynamic that I haven’t really done anything for: a one sided crush.

Basically, it’s actually Clotted Cream Cookie who has a small crush on Queen Moonflower while Moonflower Cookie does not. Clotted Cream is aware of this, but a man can dream. Moonflower is not aware of his feelings.

——

Clotted Cream Cookie let out an amused chuckle as Queen Moonflower gently pushed on his chest with the book in her hand.

“Don’t do that again.” Queen Moonflower Cookie playfully warned, Clotted Cream Cookie smiled softly at the Queen.

“I don’t do it in official settings, but I won’t promise in less official settings.” He replied with both hands behind his back, Queen Moonflower Cookie rolled her eyes slightly at him and backed off.

“You’ll do it again, I know it.” Queen Moonflower Cookie mentioned, Clotted Cream paused for a moment in thought and beamed a soft smile at her. She stared at him for a moment with an almost righteous smirk at him. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared back at her. Moonflower Cookie glanced at the grandfather clock slightly behind Clotted Cream Cookie.

“I do have a meeting to attend in 20 minutes, so it’s time I begin heading off.” Moonflower Cookie interrupted the silence between the two, Clotted Cream fell silent for a moment before nodding.

“Of course, I won’t distract you any longer.” He replied, Moonflower Cookie nodded at him before walking off. Clotted Cream a cookie watched her leave in silence and the moment the door shut behind her, his smile dropped slightly. Now left to his own devices he could not help but almost slip into wishful thinking, his duties were done for the day and he had nothing else to work on.

A hand tapped his shoulder, he perked up slightly and peered over his shoulder to see who it was. Financier Cookie stood there with a raised eyebrow.

“It is unlike you to drifting off to this extent.” She mentioned and stationed herself next to him. He smiled awkwardly at her.

“I sometimes daydream when I have no more paperwork or assignments to work on. It’s a rare luxury.” He brought up, she continued looking at him and nodded.

“Of course.” She replied, he stared at her in silence expectantly waiting for her to say something more. She stayed silent in return for a minute.

“If you wish to know about any personal insights, I believe it might not be appropriate to disclose them.” She replied firmly, Clotted Cream Cookie looked at the tiled flooring.

“I understand. I hope to move on soon, but I find it to almost be hopeless.” He softly lamented to Financier Cookie who almost rolled her eyes but resisted the temptation.

“You are quite the lovebird.” She mentioned, Clotted Cream Cookies gaze darted back to the floor his cheeks almost burning from being flustered. Financier Cookie was almost a taken it back by his reaction, a sense of regret silently washed over her. Perhaps not speaking up about such things would spare him from being openly flustered like that.

——

I love this AU and tormenting canonical characters with unrequited feelings, especially when things become more emotionally complicated when Bleached Coral Cookie begins winning the hand of Queen Moonflower (Bleached Coral Cookie is a more recent OC of mine).