#anyway i’m so happy you enjoyed it!!! thank you for brightening my day!!! :)

[iwritefandomimagines]

NOTES — JESS MARIANO

based on a request

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pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: after months of mutual pining, jess arrives at luke’s having read your favourite novel. oh, and he has some notes.

warnings: swearing, jokey sexual reference, other than that just tooth rotting fluff vibes

author’s note: thank you so much for this request, i loved it sm i had to immediately start writing!!! i hope it does jess justice — i love writing him so much. i may go back and edit some bits im not 100% happy with — but i hope you enjoy!!!

pleaaaaase let me know what you think — i love love love reading you guys’ feedback <3

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“I finished it.”

If you were anyone else, you’d have jumped out of your skin at the sudden, and rather loud, appearance of someone beside you.

But this was you, and it was Jess, so you were more than used to your ‘peaceful’ study sessions at Luke’s being interrupted by his ever-present smirk, his flirting and his endless supply of smartarse comments.

Not that you could complain.

You’d grown used to his omnipresence over a year ago. And it had been months now since you’d realised that you no longer just tolerated his company — you enjoyed it a ridiculous amount and instead longed for it when he wasn’t around.

You eyed him quizzically, noting how proud of himself he looked for reading your favourite book, but also noticing an unusual lack of self-assurance glimmering through his expression.

“I would ask if you mean this trig stuff for Mr Elton,” you gestured down to the homework you’d been painfully poring over for the past hour, “But I know you too well to expect you to actually do your homework, so what are you talking about?”

He didn’t mention that the real reason he never studied in your trig study sessions was because he was more often than not too busy staring at you and coming up with things to say to make you laugh.

Jess raised his eyebrows, but then shook his head and cleared his throat to do a godawful impression of you, “Oh Jess, I can’t believe you’ve never read it. My favourite novel in the whole world and you’ve never read it!”

You scoffed, “If that was supposed to be me, get out of here.”

“Please, like you really want to get rid of me,” he teased, gesturing to the pile of papers in front of you, “Then you’d be miserable and heartbroken and, even worse, have to actually finish your trig homework. Besides, I enjoyed it.”

Your eyes brightened up at this, and you could tell he noticed, “Don’t look so surprised, Y/N. Your taste isn’t that bad… I mean, you hang out with me don’t you?”

“For some reason, yes,” you pretended to grumble, feigning ignorance of the butterflies in your stomach at his usual smug smile, “But you really liked it?”

He sat down in the seat opposite you now, pulling the book from his bag and slamming it down in front of you, “Well, I have notes of course.”

You rolled your eyes, at which he couldn’t help but laugh, “Hey, it wasn’t terrible. I did say I enjoyed it… Some of the notes are nice.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

“You wound me,” Jess feigned a pout, “Romance isn’t usually my genre and you know that.”

“Of course. Hemingway fanboy is too cool for my sappy romantic books, huh,” you joked, heart still racing wildly at the notion he’d even started reading it, let alone finished it.

“Pfft. Austen fangirl should be less rude and give more Hemingway a try, I say,” he quipped back, tongue in cheek.

“Hey, I like Hemingway,” you shook your head, “I just don’t go to bed and jerk off over how great I think he is like you so obviously do.”

He shook his head and pulled a face that faked shock, “And how much time in the day, on average, would you say you spend thinking about what I jerk off over, huh?”

“You are such an ass,” you tutted, swatting his arm, “Approximately none, thank you very much.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“Anyway, if you’re done being gross, let’s get back to the important thing here. You read my book,” You reached to pull the book towards you, only for him to snatch it back and rest his elbows on it.

You furrowed your brows at him, “What’ve you got to hide in there?”

His eyes narrowed, his lip between his teeth now as though he was thinking hard about something.

“C’mon, Mariano,” you leaned forward, “I assumed that since you brought the book with you, I’d get to see at least some of your notes.”

His fingers were picking at the edges of the book’s cloth sleeve, his toes drumming on the floor anxiously like they’d recently begun to do more often when he was around you.

He heaved out a deep sigh, “Look. I’m going to give you this, and then I’m gonna leave the diner, alright? And then, and only then, you can open this book up, and you can read what’s in there. And if you never see me again it’s ’cause I’ve died of embarrassment or something. Got it?”

You rolled your eyes, chin on your palm.

He slid the book in your direction now as you watched him swallow thickly and cocked your head to the side like a curious puppy, “Ever so cryptic, aren’t you?”

“You’ll figure it out, Miss Marple.”

With that, he rose to his feet and darted out of the diner before you could even say another word.

You briefly made eye contact with Luke behind the counter, who watched you carefully for a moment before looking down at the book now carefully clutched between your fingers.

You wasted no time then, pulling open the book and desperately skimming for whatever the hell he was talking about.

You weren’t sure what on earth you expected to find when you flicked through its pages, but it most certainly wasn’t a plethora of sticky tabs with scrawled notes on about how the protagonist reminded him of you.

You expected even less, then, to find a note in Jess’ handwriting at the very back of the book declaring that he realised halfway through — when the two love interests whose relationship bore a crazy resemblance to your own, realised that they were in fact in love — that he’d been stupid to deny that he even liked you, let alone that he’d quite obviously fallen stupidly in love with you.

Shock coursed through you, your heart racing at the uncharacteristically romantic and yet somehow still so incredibly Jess gesture.

You stood up, almost knocking over your chair as you placed the book under your arm and turned to leave, “I’ll be back—uh, soon.”

Luke nodded, “Go get him kiddo.”

You smiled, butterflies whirling in your stomach as you left the diner almost as quickly as Jess had just minutes ago.

You knew exactly where you’d find him — perched on the bridge swinging his feet and letting his mind convince him you wouldn’t in a million years feel the same.

When he heard the sound of your footsteps approaching, you saw him clench his eyes shut as if in hope that he was imagining you and that you’d soon disappear.

“You can’t confess your love for me and then run away, Jess,” you bit your lip as you teased him softly, “It’s not fair not to give me a chance to say it back properly. You do get bonus points for how much of a romance novel cliché that move is, though.”

He sighed, a deep heavy sigh of relief, and it was as though suddenly he reverted to his usual self, “Technically the book confessed my love for you, actually. And the window for reciprocating hasn’t quite closed yet. I’m all ears, pretty girl.”

You loved this.

You loved how easy things always were for you with Jess.

Everything that went unspoken still never went unsaid — sure, you’d been flirtatious friends for a while now, uncertain of quite how seriously he reciprocated your feelings, but deep down you always sort of knew.

You loved that ever since he’d come to Stars Hollow, he’d shown that he cared in his own silly little ways.

And he loved you.

And you loved him.

You sat down at his side, still clutching the book tightly as he finally looked across at you with a small smile.

“You’re such a romantic, huh? I didn’t know you had it in you,” you nudged his side teasingly, “But I— Jess I do love you, and I’ve probably loved you for a long time even though I didn’t want to let myself admit it.”

“Wow, okay Mr Darcy… Wait ‘til Luke hears that the real reason you’ve only just told me that is because you think he’s embarrassing,” he mocked, but you felt him shuffle closer, “I’ve definitely loved you for longer than I thought I had too, if it makes you feel any better.”

“Much better, Miss Bennet,” you laughed, linking your arms and leaning against his shoulder as he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head.

You felt Jess’ chest rise and fall as you closed your eyes and let the sound of the stream beneath you wash over you.

“So, like, I don’t know the protocol with the whole ‘best friends to lovers’ trope like you do, so you’re gonna have to help me out here,” Jess chuckled.

You sat back up to look at him whilst still keeping hold of his arm, “Hmm, I think what’s meant to happen next is you kiss me and ask to take me on a real date. Pretty sure that’s right.”

“Right, everyone’s favourite cliche moment,” Jess rolled his eyes jokingly but cupped your face with his palms, “God, what have you done to me?”

“You looove me,” your response was muffled as he pressed his lips to yours to shut you up, at first gently and then with a touch more urgency.

When you pulled away, he let go of your face and smiled softly, “So about that date?”

“You got it, Mariano,” you grinned, kissing him quickly once more as you paused, “But you’re going to have a tough time doing anything as romantic as annotating my favourite book and writing me a love note, you know.”

He scoffed, “Oh I’ve got plenty more where that came from, Y/N.”

“Is that a threat?” you giggled, leaning back into his side.

“Just you wait and see.”

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ok so i kinda lost my way with this a bit eventually and i’m sorry it’s quite short but i had sooooo much fun writing it. i love jess so fucking much and i’m so grateful for all the jess requests i get — trying v hard to work through them asap because it’s so fun.

thanks for reading! here’s my masterlist for more <3

#jess mariano x y/n #jess mariano #jess mariano x you #jess mariano imagines #jess mariano imagine #jess mariano x reader #gilmore girls #gilmore girls imagines #gilmore girls imagine

[dreamingundone]

Infinite Space

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Female OC Rating/Warnings: No real warnings. Angsty but with a happy ending. Summary: Her life has consisted of work, trying to find her way in the world, and more work. Until he walked through the doors of her bakery. Disclaimer: I don’t own TG:M, Jake, or the lyrics I used for the title and that are at the beginning of the fic, which is from “Infinite Space” by Young Mister. Please don’t repost or translate my work without my permission! Author’s Note: Feeling some type of way about my lack of love life lately. I also read Mixed Signals by B.K. Borison last week and it gave me feelings. So here we are. Hope you enjoy!

Are you listening? Are you sending out a message of your own? Show me some flashing lights Give me a signal I'll be waiting by the window

Baking makes perfect sense to her. It’s scientific, exact measurements that when put together and baked, create something beautiful in the end.

She always thought love was like that too. Two people with the ingredients the other is missing come together, and something beautiful comes out of it. It’s just not been the case for her, ever in her entire life, and it’s something she struggles to make sense of.

It’s not like she’s miserable. She has her friends and her little house that she loves, and her bakery. She spends her days surrounded in a cloud of flour, sugar, and butter, and she makes people happy by giving them birthday cakes, little treats for their friends, and breakfast pastries to brighten up their mornings.

It’s when she leaves for the day that she feels the absence of something to make her feel happy. Her little bungalow, as cozy as it is, starts to feel too quiet sometimes, and if she lets herself think her own thoughts for too long, that emptiness starts to fill her up.

The arrival of the newest Top Gun class keeps her really busy. They come in for sweet treats and coffee and take up space at the tables at the front of the store. There’s whispers about some top-secret mission that no one really knows much about, but also everyone knows about it. It makes her grin. Nothing is ever a secret at Miramar for too long.

She’s in the middle of sliding a tray of mini cinnamon rolls into the oven when the bell over the door chimes, and she frowns, annoyed that someone is coming in this close to closing time.

“We’re–” She turns around and stops, seeing the most bedraggled fighter pilot she’s ever seen standing in her lobby, looking for all the world like he’s been in the air for hours.

“I know you’re about to close, I’m sorry.” He says, dragging a hand across his face. “Any chance you have coffee left? I’ll pay extra for it.”

“Are you okay?” She asks, coming around the counter. She slides out a chair to one of the tables, and he collapses in it gratefully. He looks a little bewildered at her question, like he can’t remember the last time someone asked about his well being.

“I’ll be alright,” he says. “I can go, I’m sorry if I’m–”

“No, I have coffee left. Made a fresh pot a half hour ago. Just let me…” she steps quickly towards the door and locks it, flipping the sign to “closed”. Heading back towards the counter, she grabs a to-go cup and starts pouring, hearing his audible sigh when the coffee steams.

“Long day?” She asks, walking back to the table and setting down the cup.

“You don’t know the half of it.” He says, eyes closing as he inhales the steam. “Seriously, let me pay extra. I don’t mean to keep you.”

She shrugs. “I’ll be here a while longer anyway.”

“Thank you.” He takes a sip, and swallows a groan. She grins. She may be known for her pastries and cakes, but she makes a mean cup of coffee, too. “I’m Jake,” he says, holding out his free hand.

She introduces herself, and shakes his hand. “I’ve seen you here before,” she says, and he nods.

“Anyone who’s been at Miramar long enough knows this is the place to go for breakfast. I think your donuts have single handedly helped me stay in my weight class.” He grins at her now, and it’s such a difference from the man that walked through the door a few moments ago, she’s momentarily blindsided.

“Any reason you’re here in time for dinner, then?” She heads back behind the counter to begin stacking plates for the next day’s morning rush.

He winces. “I’m due back at the base tonight. It’s—” He stops himself, raises an eyebrow. “I really shouldn’t be telling you this.” He stands, and it looks like it takes all his energy to haul himself to his feet. He drains the rest of his coffee in two gulps and sets the mug down on the counter. He starts to dig into his pocket for his wallet, but she waves her hand.

“That one’s on me, Jake.”

And so it goes like that, at least once a week for the next month. Jake comes just before closing to beg for a cup of coffee, and a few times, he scrounges up the leftover pastries to bring back to base with him. He insists he’s not hoarding them all for himself, but really, she doesn’t mind.

Jake is easy to talk to. There’s an alarm bell clanging in her mind every time he leaves, because she knows one day he might not be back at all. He could get deployed, or reassigned, and then where would that leave her?

Right back where she’s been, going home alone at the end of a long day.

They don’t even really know each other besides the basics. She tells herself not to get attached to him, to the way he swaggers in now like he owns the place, that little dimpled smile she’s starting to think is only for her.

He moves from a table to the counter, and watches with his coffee as she preps pastries for the next morning, or does dishes, and he offers a thought here or there about bear claws or croissants or whatever it is she’s trying a recipe for.

In turn, she listens as he complains about work, about the endless training they’re doing for some mission he can’t tell her anything about.

There’s some tension between him and his coworkers that he also doesn’t open up much about, but that’s okay with her. They’re in this little bubble, she and Jake. She bakes, and he samples. They don’t get too deep. She feels like it’s an escape from the rest of her life.

It absolutely aches every time he leaves, and the emptiness she feels when she goes home at night only gets worse. She feels like she’s been waiting forever for a connection like this, and it’s that feeling that makes her hesitant. She’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The next time she sees Jake, he’s tense, his shoulders drawn up and face stoic.

“Jake?”

He doesn’t say anything for a while. She starts to get worried, starts to wonder if it’s finally happening - he’s here to tell her that he’s leaving and he’s not coming back - or worse, going to tell her that he’s been being nice by coming here so often, but that there’s nothing really there between them, and he’s sorry.

“I, uh–” he takes a few steps closer, and when he gets within arm’s reach, he stops, looking at her with an unreadable expression. “You smell like cinnamon.” He smiles, his voice a little rough.

“Occupational hazard.” She replies, smiling.

“I’m being deployed.” He blurts, and he flexes his hands like he’s not sure what to do with the energy running through his veins. “I wanted to tell you, I didn’t want to just disappear…”

Her defense mechanism kicks in right away. “That’s okay,” she says quickly, busying herself by tidying up the counter by the register. “You didn’t have to come by just to tell me that. I mean, we’re not–” she gestures vaguely, not able to meet his eyes.

If she did, she’d see the way he blinks rapidly, taking a small step back, before clearing his throat. “Right.”

She forces a bright smile and looks up, seeing how he’s still standing by the door. “I appreciate you letting me know. I’ll have to stop leaving the coffee pot hot past three in the afternoon, now.”

His answering smile is a little brittle. “Hopefully not forever.” He looks like he wants to say something else, but he just nods at her once. “I won’t keep you. Thanks for… well, for everything. The last few weeks.”

“You’re welcome, Jake.” She says. She wishes she could just open her mouth. She wishes she was brave enough to tell him that she wishes he would ask her out for real, instead of coming by for a cup of coffee and pastry. She wishes she could just say that his company over the last few weeks means more to her than he knows.

She doesn’t.

He leaves.

……………….

What if I never reach you What if I never get to see your face I've been dying to break through I know you're somewhere out there in the infinite space Somewhere out there in the infinite space

Not being picked for the Dagger mission would have been a blow to Jake’s ego on any day, but it’s especially a kick to the gut a week after his last conversation with her.

“We’re not–”

She had said it so quickly, so casually, he was just glad that she hadn’t been looking at him in time to see the way he felt it like a physical blow.

He’s not stupid - he’s not in love with her or anything, but he feels… something. He felt it the minute he came in, hoping the bakery was still open, desperate for a decent cup of coffee to give him the boost he needed to get back to work.

When he looked up and saw her there, it was like a punch right to his chest. She had flour on her cheek and there was the smell of butter and cinnamon in the air, and she asked him if he was okay.

That was all it took, really.

He kept finding excuses to come back, and at first he kept saying it was because he’d never had a neighborhood place, a place where he walked in and they knew his name and his order. This was better. She knows his name, and that he likes his coffee with one sugar and one cream, and sometimes she gives him a free cookie or croissant or asks him to taste something she’s working on.

That’s all it is.

A place where he can go where she doesn’t know him, doesn’t know that everyone calls him Bagman, doesn’t know that he’s a grade A asshole to his friends on a daily basis.

He can be someone else. And the worst part, the part that really makes him wonder where it all went wrong, is that he wants to be someone else. He wants to be better. He wants to be more deserving of that smile he gets from her when she puts that cup of coffee in front of him.

Maybe he read it all wrong. Maybe she was just being nice, humoring the exhausted pilot who kept showing up and mooching her coffee.

He runs a hand over his face, trying to concentrate on the mission specs for tomorrow. Even though he’s the spare for this, he’s determined to be ready for his moment, to prove he’s supposed to be here.

Of course the whole thing goes sideways, because of course it does. His heart is in his throat and he feels helpless the entire time, and finally he just does what he needs to do.

He says fuck it, and he takes off, unable to listen to a second more of everyone else deliberating whether or not they should sit there while Mav and Rooster get killed.

So he goes AWOL, and he does what needs to be done. It’s the first time in a long time that he’s felt he did the right thing, and he can see it in the eyes of all his squadmates.

It makes him feel more like the person he is when he’s around her.

It scared the shit out of him, too - the entire day was one non-stop adrenaline ride.

He wishes he was back in San Diego, wishes he could drive the few miles from base to the bakery, and let her talk him down. She’s always got that smile, and she always smells like chocolate and sugar, and he wishes he wasn’t such an idiot.

He should have asked her out weeks ago, so there wouldn’t have been that awkward moment. At least then he’d be sure he hadn’t just imagined the connection between them, that he wasn’t making it up. He feels like he’s known her for years, and he doesn’t even have her phone number.

He resolves to fix it as soon as they get back, as long as he’s not facing a court martial first.

...............

She wonders how Jake’s deployment is going almost every day. She keeps herself busy, tries not to replay every second of their last interaction in her head, and tries to convince herself she did the right thing.

But the look on his face when she told him not to worry about ghosting her… was there something there?

She feels like she’s been waiting for her person for so long, that it seems impossible that one day he’d just show up out of the blue asking for a cup of coffee. But what if he did?

What if she ruined it by trying to protect herself?

Too busy daydreaming, she groans as she looks down at her ruined bowl of buttercream frosting, moving to the trash can to begin scraping it out. All day she’s been like this, distracted and making mistakes.

She’s watching the clock drift closer to time to go home, and without much else to keep her busy, she’s dreading going home where all she’s going to do is overthink more than she already is.

The chime on the door surprises her, and her heart stutters.

“Any chance you’ve got one of those cinnamon rolls left?” A familiar voice asks.

Her heart lurches. “Jake?”

He looks tired, but his eyes are almost sparkling as he looks at her. “Hey.”

“You’re back.” She blurts, and immediately feels stupid. He’s standing right in front of her. Of course he is. It doesn’t deter him, though. If anything, it only makes him smile wider.

“Before you say anything, I just want to tell you that you were wrong, the last time we talked.”

Her brow furrows. “Wrong?”

“When you said it wouldn’t have mattered if I didn’t let you know I was being deployed.” He takes a few steps closer. “When you said we weren’t…” he trails off, gesturing between the two of them. “I know it’s just been a few weeks, and I know we’ve only had conversations over coffee about non-important stuff.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking like he was struggling to find the right words. He looked up to meet her gaze. “I’d like to take you out, if you’ll let me.”

Everything she’d been feeling over the last few weeks felt like it landed on her shoulders in the moment. She felt the relief of knowing that she wasn’t alone in her feelings. She felt guilty for pushing him away in the first place.

“I think I owe you an apology, Jake.” She says quietly, coming around from behind the counter. “I just… I didn’t know if you were just being nice to me, coming here all those nights. I didn’t want to assume anything. And I didn’t want you to feel obligated when you came back.”

He frowns. “I kept coming here for you, no offense to your coffee.” He takes another step closer, so the tips of their shoes are almost touching. “The cinnamon rolls are a plus.”

She laughs, and his grin widens.

“Is that a yes? You’ll go out with me?”

“Only if you tell me what happened on this not-so-secret top secret mission.”

He rolls his eyes. “Everyone around here is such a gossip. I can’t tell you everything but I can tell you about how I was a hero and saved the day.” His smile is smug.

“Perfect.” She says, and there, in the warm light of her bakery, surrounded by everything she’s ever known, she thinks she’s finally ready to take the leap and see if he’s the one she’s been waiting for, the other half she didn’t know she was missing all these years.

And for once, she’s not scared anymore.

#jake seresin x oc #hangman seresin x oc #top gun maverick fanfiction #well here it is a million years late #and this isn't the fake dating fic i promised #that's still to come!!!!

[mimisempai]

Hi!! I really enjoy your master posts (all of them 😆)

Had maybe an odd question/request for you. I notice that your gifs are really nicely cleaned up and bright, and in some cases you can really see Crowley’s eyes much more clearly. So I saw a post somewhere (and now I can’t find it!) where someone had lightened his glasses in the final scene of S2E6 when he’s driving away in the Bentley. It was just one frame, but I was surprised that his eyes weren’t staring ahead, but they were kind of off to the side, and wide. It was just an odd expression!

Anyway, since I can’t find that picture, I was going to ask if you had some spare time, could you maybe lighten a few frames in that scene? I’m sooooo curious if that one shot was just an off look or if he has that weird express throughout that whole sad scene.

If you’re super busy, no worries I understand!

Thanks for your posts! The ineffable smiles especially brighten my day!

Hi!

Thank you! Happy you enjoy them!

I made to frame, though I can't seem to enlightened it very good.

But I did it with video and gifed it. And here you can clearly see that he looks ahead, glances to his left for a split second and then looks ahead again. His eyes are also clearly wide open. This capture covers the moment he leaves up to the moment the screen splits.

I hope it's okay for you. If not let me know, i'll see what I can do! Have a nice day!

#Good omens #edit #gif #crowley #episode 6 #and now I am crying again #I want to hug him #I want to hug them both

[seuonji]

happy new years!!!

not like this account has been running for long but i still feel sentimental knowing i met you all this year!! i hope we all can continue to interact and love seventeen more next year!

you guys seriously brightened my 2023, i love you all and thank you<3

i know there’s a lot of you so even if u aren’t tagged i probably also still love you.

some moot appreciation for my moots that i interact with often,,

@som1ig we talk like everyday HSHSH i feel like you’re an irl friend— i enjoy our conversations so much and i hope we talk lots more next year!! LOVE YOU!!

@hotteoki ur funny asf what😭😭 i take an hour to reply to ALL your messages but i seriously always look forward to them it’s so fun. i hope you’re enjoying your shared valentines with mingi.

@hanggarae MY BABYGIRL we don’t talk a lot but i always look forward to your posts and your reblogs omg. excited to see more of it next year<3

@amxlia-stars ANOTHER BABYGIRL! you fr brighten my day esp wuth your reblogs,, ILY!! i hope you get your artist collection jeonghan plush 😭😭😭

@thepoopdokyeomtouched never getting over you thinking i’m 18 but anyways NEXT YEAR! i hope we’re still talking by then, you’re super fun and funny!!! <3

@alsktudy i feel like i can tell you anything ong 💀💀 my fav gossip bestie, when i start school next year you’ll hear everything😘

@lvlystars I LOVE U we don’t talk a lot but your vibes are soo >>> hope we can talk more tho😘

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my moots/readers i don’t talk to that much but even the small things like likes, reblogs, replies and tag games, i appreciate and enjoy all of them. AND I FR LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART IM JUST KINDA AWK AND SHY. BUT WE SHOULD TALK MORE I THINK YOURE ALL VERY COOL<3

@woozvc @toruro @yllouhannie @icyminghao @odxrilove @aaniag @secondcupforyou @seokminded @haecien @leewonkyeom @lleercy @babyleostuff @blisshuas @mangocustard16 @mitsukifilms @woozixo @scarletsaturn @2lut4u @anemoiant (where u go :((

#🗯socialising!? #🃏general

[jupitercomet]

May I request a little drabble of Toots and Bradley celebrating Valentines Day? ♡

(AAnd congratulations on 2k followers!! I have been following you since you shared the final chapter of jtldm and have been addicted to your writing ever since then. Jake and Peach, Bradley and Toots are my absolute favs (here is a sucker for fluff :) ) and whenever I saw you update I always get excited whether it be a fic or something random. I think you are pretty, kind and sweet and you deserve thousands of followers!)

oh my goodness thank you so much 🥺 you are too sweet!! and I love the idea of Bradley having to figure out how the hell to be romantic, so enjoy :)

warnings: language, Jake being a simp, brief insecurities

“Hello?”

Silence.

“Hello?”

Silence.

“Rooster, I can hear you breathing, you fucking creep.”

“I knew this was a stupid idea,” Bradley finally says, but doesn’t make any move to hang up.

“There he is!” He can hear Jake grinning through the phone. “Is there any reason you’re calling or did you just miss my voice, Roo?”

Bradley rolls his eyes. “Don’t fucking call me that. And I didn’t miss your annoying ass voice. I… I need your advice.”

Jake snorts. “Well, geez Rooster. Don’t sound too excited—”

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do for Valentine’s day.”

Jake chokes on his spit and Bradley grimaces, holding the phone away from his ear as Jake tries to recover from his shock.

“Since when do you celebrate Valentine’s day?” Jake finally asks, once he’s caught his breath again.

“I have a girlfriend, dipshit,” Bradley growls.

“Yeah, I’m still not sure if I buy that.”

Bradley rolls his eyes. “I’m hanging up now.”

“Wait, wait!” Jake calls out before Bradley’s finger can end the call. “I’m just messing with you! I’ll help. Why’d you call me anyway?”

“You never shut the fuck up about how in love you are, so I thought maybe you know something about this shit,” Bradley shrugs.

Jake sighs dreamily and Bradley suppresses a groan as Jake dives into the monologue he has about once a day. “Yeah, my girl’s pretty amazing, isn’t she? Last week, we went to Color Me Mine and she painted a little dog because she thought it looked like Harley. You shoulda seen her, she does this thing where she scrunches her nose when she’s happy about something, it’s so cute. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“...Right.” Bradley regrets even calling Jake in the first place.

“Anyway, I don’t think you need any advice for Valentine’s day,” Jake continues. “You don’t gotta do anything.”

“What?”

“She’s dating you too, Rooster. If she wanted some big, loud romantic, she’d be with someone else. Just get her some flowers, you’ll be fine,” Jake explains.

On the 14th of February, Bradley enters his apartment with a bouquet of flowers and somewhat sweaty palms. For whatever reason, he decided to take Jake’s advice, something he’s worried now is a mistake. Because he knows you, you love love. Maybe he should have called Bob instead.

When he slides his shoes off, you’re sitting on the couch, takeout from Charlotte’s sitting on the coffee table. You look up with a smile, brightening when you notice the arranged bouquet in Bradley’s hand. You run up to him—he catches you securely with his other hand—smiling brightly.

“You got me flowers, bear?”

Bradley accepts your peck to his lips, walking you both to the couch and setting the flowers on the kitchen table on the way. “Yeah, uh, happy Valentine’s day.”

Your smile falters slightly, and you glance down at the bag of food and the queued up first movie in the Jason Bourne series. Bradley sits you both down on the couch, brows slightly furrowed.

“Sorry, maybe I—” You sink your teeth into your bottom lip. “I should have planned something bigger, but Valentine’s day isn’t really my favorite after everything with, um…”

Bradley shakes his head, gently untucking your lip with his thumb. “It’s perfect, toots.”

“Really? We do this all the—”

“Favorite food. Favorite movies.” He strokes your cheek. “Favorite girl. It’s perfect.”

Your smile that Bradley loves so much is back, and your eyes get a bit glassy. “You’re gonna make me start liking Valentine’s day, huh?”

Bradley looks at you then, sitting on his lap and looking at him like he hung the stars, when all he did was get you flowers and say that you’re his favorite. “She’s dating you too, Rooster. If she wanted some big, loud romantic, she’d be with someone else.” Finally, Bradley thinks, he’s found someone who sees him. Who gets him. Who doesn’t need him to be anybody else other than who he is. And Bradley Bradshaw looks at you. And he smiles.

“That’s fine. Think you’re gonna make me like it too, toots.”

#bradley bradshaw blurb #bradley bradshaw x toots #monsters in the dark #under the hard deck #bugs hits 2000 #buggy's got a pen

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Kiss Me Again

Word Count: 8,645 | Masterlist | Read on AO3

Writer’s Notes: I was going to have a friend proof this for me but they were busy so I did some multiple self-revisions in the past few days in hopes that I caught as many grammar errors as possible. Apologies if I missed any! Anyway! This is a college AU ACOTAR Feysand fic. The concept was idiots in love. As in, they’ve baaaasically been doing couply stuff but they were too blind to see or acknowledge that they’d been in love and acting as a couple for a while. <3 

I don’t typically write AU fics, so this is a first for me! That being said, it was so much fun to write. It’s actually the longest one-shot I’ve written! A HUGE Happy Holidays to @thegloweringcastle <3 I hope you enjoy it and finally find out who got left at the supermarket! 😂

Thank you to @acotargiftexchange for putting this event together once again! I LOVE participating in this every year! <3

Squinting at the scribbles below, my eyes attempted to decipher the notes I’d borrowed. I had been able to make out the date thanks to the simple fact that it hadn’t been written in cursive like the rest of the details. It was a lost art form for me just like any other calligraphy-related configuration. I would have written down my own notes for the humanities course I was taking, in plain print, had my younger sister not lost the key to her dorm room. With her roommate out of town for the week, there wasn’t much Elain could have done outside of calling her Resident Assistant, which, to her dismay, also happened to be her ex-boyfriend. So, rather than having to face Grayson more than she needed to, she’d called me. 

Lucky for Elain, I kept a spare. All of my sisters and I did, actually. Nesta, Elain, and I all had a key to each other’s place. It had been especially helpful when we all lived on campus last year. We could just walk into each other’s rooms at any time. Like when I needed help with my homework for Calculus with Analytic Geometry and borrowed Nesta’s notes from her sophomore year. Or when Nesta needed to borrow my curling iron for a date. And, of course, how could I forget the night that Elain and her then-boyfriend broke up. She had refused to leave her room for two days. I had never been so grateful to have access to a spare key. Nesta and I had been so worried having not heard from her for more than a day. We spent that entire weekend taking turns bringing her food from her favorite places across town in hopes that they’d brighten her spirits. Thai food from Adriata’s Palace, Italian Cuisine from Neve’s Garden, and Mexican from Rita’s Margaritas. I had never seen my sister so devastated in her life. Although to be fair, Elain had never dated a boy before Grayson. 

I turned the notebook a bit to the side in hopes that the lighting from the new angle would bless me with a hint as to what words hid behind Mor’s beautiful script. Mother above. Shaking my head, I bit my lip. I should have listened to my mother when she said that learning cursive would be an invaluable skill. She was certainly right in thinking that it was a dying skill. It was dead on me for sure. Hell, the only people I knew who still wrote in cursive were sorority recruitment leads when they made their colorful, extravagant banners with fancy lettering and doctors. Which would make sense at the moment given who I had borrowed these notes from. Zeta Tau Alpha’s latest Chapter President. My mother was certainly wagging her finger at me from wherever she was. 

I sighed.

“You look more concentrated than my morning orange juice,” said Rhysand, sitting across the table. His violet eyes studying me, his brows raised in concern. We’d—he’d been studying for the past thirty minutes, meanwhile, I’d just been heavy-breathing and decoding what looked like a cipher like a treasure hunter in search of the coordinates to an ancient Greek secret temple. But unlike an archeologist, my work proved unfruitful.

“I’m trying to decipher Mor’s handwriting,” I said. Leaning back on the chair, I let out another loud sigh. “It’s beautiful. But I can’t read cursive for shit.”

Rhys and I had known each other since freshman year. More specifically, ever since I accidentally dropped a shoe on him from the fourth floor of the residence halls. I had originally been aiming for my roommate Viviane to catch, who to this day still wanted to room with me. She hadn’t wanted to come up again to retrieve the missing shoe and I didn’t want to go downstairs in a towel as I’d just come out of the shower and was still undressed. 

The natural decision was to just fling the sneaker out the window of our dorm room, obviously. What we didn’t account for was my terrible aim and Viviane’s lack of hand-eye coordination. Not only did Rhys get bumped in the head by a single white platform Vans but he also got pushed into a bush by Viviane. She had been so busy looking up, that she forgot to look forward and completely missed the 6-foot man inches from her. It had been a miracle Viviane herself hadn’t impaled the shrubbery along with him. I’ll never forget the mortified look Viviane and I mirrored, eyes wide and hands over mouth. All I could think was, he’s concussed. I concussed a man. 

Personally, if someone had smacked me on the head, I would have at least yelled at them. Maybe even called them a prick. Rhys, however, was a different breed of man. He had certainly groaned on impact but as soon as he realized he had backflipped into a small hedge and held a women’s size 8 shoe on his lap, he laughed. He let out a full belly laugh. This man—this stranger—had the audacity to laugh given the circumstances. I suppose I should have realized from that moment that nothing could truly take him by surprise or upend his day. A trait I admired. One I hoped seeped into my bones by osmosis or whatever symbiotic science allows personal characteristics to flow from one person to another. 

I apologized profusely to this man. In a towel from my window. In my pajamas after I ran downstairs. In his residence hall, after Viviane helped me put together an apology basket when we discovered he lived across from her boyfriend Kallias. Even then, this 6-foot-something of a man thought it was funny. Every. Single. Time. To which I convinced myself, I’d more than concussed him. I convinced myself I’d done serious damage for a man to laugh at that level of pain. Although, I suppose that if two people showed up in their dinosaur onesies at 9 pm on a Thursday evening with a basket for me, I’d also laugh. But still.

It wasn’t until that very week that I realized Rhys and I shared similar classes. We were both in English Composition, Principles of Chemistry, and Introduction to Sociology. Which, quite honestly, are more than enough courses for you to figure out if you have the same schedule as another student. What can I say, I’m oblivious—an ongoing theme in my life.

Another thing I’ll never forget, the smug look on Rhys’s face when we were paired together in English Composition for a research paper on the portrayal of minorities in the media. I’d wanted to find the nearest cliff and jump off it but destiny had other plans. No, fate looked me straight in the eye and said, “Hold my drink, bestie” because two years later, here we are. Best friends. 

Rhysand snatched the paper out of my hands. “The Gate of Athena Archegetis was dedicated to the patron goddess of Athens, Athena.” 

My hand rushed to jot down what he said. The table vibrated from the ferocity with which I scribbled on my notebook. What I couldn’t crack in thirty minutes took Rhys all of two seconds to read out. Why our professor for that course didn’t allow laptops or tablets for note taking, I’ll never understand. I was just grateful I had something legible transcribed now.

“You can read that? It might as well have been written entirely in Latin,” I said.

“I’ve had practice reading my cousin's handwriting for years. I’d be disappointed if I couldn’t, at this point.” Rhysand chuckled. Passing the page, he eyed the notes, likely reviewing the contents from the course he’d taken himself the semester before. 

“I, unfortunately, was blessed with my father’s handwriting.” I tugged at the sleeves of my V-neck indigo cardigan and shyly pointed at my hideous penmanship. It might as well have been written by a third-grader. It was practically childlike. There wasn’t much fixing that could be done at this point in my life when it came to my writing unless I signed up for a calligraphy course. And even then, life had no guarantees.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. An art major who couldn’t read or write a visual art form. Who could paint true-to-life full-body portraits, vivid illustrations of natural landscapes, and dramatic high-colored oil paintings but couldn’t read or write in cursive. I dropped my shoulders, frustrated with myself, and propped my legs up on the tufted dining chair pulling them against my chest with my arms wrapped around. 

Rhys’s eyes were back on me. He had a way of reading me like a billboard sign, and I could tell he was trying to figure out what was going on through my mind, what today’s bold neon letters were. I was never sure how he did it but he always knew exactly what I was thinking. Which either meant my face was easy to read and I had the worst poker face of all time or…he just knew me. 

“The ‘A’ in cursive is not a sharp letter. It’s more rounded and looks the exact same in both upper and lowercase. Similar to the way you’d write it in print,” he said.

There were several traits I admired about Rhys outside of his keen observations and nonchalant perspective on life. Like his level of empathy. I knew what his academic grades looked like but boy did I also want to know what his emotional quotient score was. Whatever it was, that score was certainly high. He never made anyone feel like their shortfalls were a hindrance. Nor would he want to. That wasn’t his style. Rather than point out my flaws and make me feel embarrassed, he read the notes aloud. 

“The Greek language served as a lingua franca,” he continued.

“That last phrase was actual Latin,” he added. Rhys flipped through the pages of Mor’s notes. I could have asked him for his own from last semester since he’d been able to sign up on time. I, on the other hand, had been wait-listed. Hence why I was taking the course in the spring. It was one of the few classes we all needed to graduate as it was one of the general requirements for all offered degrees. I probably should have asked him for his notes since I could his penmanship but I’d been too caught up with Elain yesterday to even consider asking.

“Here’s another one, in vino veritas,” said Mor, raising two bottles of wine toward us. “In wine there is truth.”

“Amen,” said Cassian, lifting a third bottle. 

“I thought you two went out grocery shopping,” said Rhysand. Laying the notes on the table, he crossed his arms eyeing the two figures by the door. The corner of Rhys’s mouth twitched as he raised an eyebrow at his cousin and roommate. 

“We did. We brought back the essentials,” said Mor. Smiling back at her cousin, she winked at him before closing the door to the apartment with a kick of her red platform heels. 

“Hmm,” Rhys hummed. 

Bringing his eyes back to me, Rhysand continued reading off the notes while the other two flocked into the kitchen. I bit the inside of my lip as I followed along the soothing sound of his voice. His warm tone always calmed me when we studied together. Which was why I was his favorite audience member when he needed to practice his presentations. I’d listen attentively, the first time. I’d even provide feedback, the second time. But I’d almost always fall asleep to the sound of his enchanting mellifluous voice any other time after that. 

“It’s wine night, Rhys. You know the rules,” said Mor from the other room. Every Friday was wine night, the one day of the week our friend group could get together with no interruptions or excuses. No one had an evening class on Fridays or a night shift so things worked out this semester. Most of the extracurriculars each of us participated in typically held events over the weekend so we’d truly lucked out with everyone’s schedules this time. It wasn’t something we were likely to have again so we were taking advantage of every Friday we had before some of us graduated. 

Though, that was one of the rules. No talks about graduation. The point of wine night was to live in the moment and enjoy however many Fridays we had left as the “Inner Circle.” It was a silly name Cassian spewed one night after downing 3 bottles of wine, and it kind of stuck. We didn’t exactly call our group that but we did change our group chat name accordingly. 

“You too, Feyre.” Mor’s voice echoed.

Another rule. No homework. That rule was more of a precaution so none of us would accidentally email professors the wrong file while inebriated. To be fair, I was only taking notes but we all tried to abide by the no homework rule as best as we could. 

“Give me a few minutes, and I’m all yours,” I said. 

“You’re telling me you’ve had all day to write those and you still haven’t?” asked Mor, her voice trailing from deeper in the apartment as she stepped from room to room. She had her apartment across town but, like me, she practically lived here too.

“Yeah, well…there have been some delays,” I said, fidgeting with my pencil. My face began to feel warm as blood rushed into my cheeks. Biting my lip, I kept my eyes down. I didn’t want to let Mor know that I hadn’t been able to write her notes because I couldn’t read her notes. Not that she would make fun of me for it but I knew that if I confessed the truth she’d barge me with questions. And I simply did not feel like answering any of that in front of everyone else. All I wanted was for something to distract her from prying right now. Just about anything would do. A pigeon flying in through the window. The fan in the living room mysteriously falling onto the table. A fire alarm. A knock on the door. Anything would do. Please. 

“Weren’t there three of you when you left?” asked Rhysand.

I felt my body relax, and my shoulders dropped. I hadn’t realized the muscles down my back had tightened and tensed so firmly until my body loosened and eased back into the chair. My eyes lifted, meeting Rhysand’s whose amethyst orbs were right on me. He winked. The man knew I’d been on the brink of jumping out a window and needed assistance to divert the tall blonde in the kitchen and I loved him for it. 

“Azriel!” said Cassian and Mor in unison. The sound of shoes running filled the kitchen accompanied by that of drawers shutting in a hurry, and the jingle of keys. The pair dashed around the apartment like parents who’d just forgotten their child at the supermarket, which was exactly what had happened. Somewhat.

A knock sounded at the door. 

The four of us froze and exchanged glances. The only thought I had in my mind was of Azriel, hoping he hadn’t walked all the way back here. Mor took slow steady steps towards the entrance and when she reached the doorknob, she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, took a deep breath, and pressed her lips together. Ever so delicately, she turned the knob and pulled the door towards her.

"Today was not my best day. I dare say it didn't even make the top five," said Azriel. He had one hand reaching the top of the doorframe, leaning slightly. His handsome face held no clear emotion but his eyes. His cold eyes stared down at Mor, making her smaller than she was. Oh, he is pissed.

“You left something at the grocery store,” said Nesta, pushing past the brooding body. Her heels clicked as she waltzed into the room wearing a black satin sleeveless dress that hugged her in all the right places from her chest to her hips. The slit on the right side exposed her up to her mid-thigh with every step. Cassian’s eyes immediately caught the movement as they slid up her body, stopping once they met her eyes.

“I would never have left you, Nes,” said Cassian. He took a step toward her, almost challenging her gaze. She held it, eyed him up and down sizing him up, and spun to face the rest of the room. With her back to him, she placed a hand on her hip, blatantly ignoring the door-framed-sized man behind her. 

Cassian stepped closer and slid his hands around her body, holding her closer. Nesta didn’t fight him. If I had blinked, I might have missed the slight shift of her body against him, leaning against his chest even closer. It was beyond anyone’s pay grade to understand where they stood in their relationship if it was even that. They’d been on and off for so long that their situationship was like the weather, something that had to be measured in every room. 

“I despise you,” said Nesta, with a hint of a smile on the corner of her lips.

“Keep telling yourself that,” said Cassian.

“Are you headed out tonight, Nesta?” I asked. 

“I only came to deliver the lost puppy,” said Nesta, taking a step forward and away from the figure wrapped around her. Cassian’s jaw ticked as she untangled herself from his embrace. “I’m headed out with the girls.”

Gwyn and Emerie, I thought. That’s who she almost always referred to. They’d been her closest friends since freshman year and they’d been inseparable from the moment they met. It was surprising that they hadn’t come up with her since they all lived together. 

“Gwyn’s downstairs waiting for me, and Emerie is already in the car,” she said. 

There it was. 

“You should take better care of pretty things,” said Nesta, walking towards the door. Elegantly spinning, her eyes met Cassian’s from beneath the doorframe. Her fingers slipped up her thigh to her waist sensually, her eyes never breaking contact as she spoke. “Someone else might steal them.”

She closed the door on her way out, leaving the rest of us too stunned to speak. 

“I’m gonna marry that woman,” said Cassian.

“Wine, anyone?” said Mor.

——

"I almost fist-fought you last night when you took the blanket," I said. Tugging on the dark blue throw-over, I pulled it over myself enough to cover my legs entirely as I sat criss crossed on the couch. The star-filled spread was dark and fluffy like Amren’s black Bombay cat. With three glasses of wine in me, if I closed my eyes and traced my hand down the blanket, I could almost picture Ruby on my lap. She was soft and cud—

A pull on the blanket brought my thoughts back.

“You snore. Loudly," said Rhys.

"I do not snore, you liar." I scoffed, tugging back on the blanket. 

We’d both fallen asleep on his bed last night after an intense studying session. Although our schedules were no longer as identical as they’d been during freshman year, we still shared one or two courses every so often. Like this semester, we had Solar System Astronomy together. We’d stayed up late on the balcony of his apartment looking up at the constellations seeing how many we could name and then placing their locations on a star map.

With 88 constellations in the sky, as recognized by the International Astronomical Union, we’d been able to spot at least seven. Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, Orion, Cassiopeia, Cepheus, Draco, and—my face was beginning to feel very warm. 

"How did the blanket end up on the floor? No wonder I was freezing," said Rhys. He was leaning against the backrest of the couch, one hand on the armrest holding his glass of wine. Rhysand’s dark lilac eyes sparked with mischief. He was baiting me and I was definitely too inebriated to ignore his comments. 

“How could you be freezing? You’re a freaking furnace!” I exclaimed. 

“Then why’d you steal the blanket? I’m basically primed for cuddles.” Rhys’s other hand reached around me and tugged me towards him. I laughed against his chest, and let my body lean into him. 

“Mother above, you two bicker like a married couple,” said Mor. She was leaning against the doorway leading to the balcony. With the door open, the cool breeze blew in, brushing her long golden hair past her shoulder. Her eyes darted between where Rhys and I sat on the couch and then shifted to something behind us. I was too focused on the elegant way she held her glass to glance away from her posture. 

“It’s not bickering if I’m right.” I slapped Rhys against his chest playfully. His chest vibrated with a chuckle.

“Az, play that one song from the other night,” said Amren. With her wine glass inches from her lips in one hand, she pointed at Azriel with her other. There was a lot you learned about a person while under the influence. In Amren’s case, during the day, she was a short-tempered finance major student who ate boys and numbers for breakfast. There was no doubt that she’d be valedictorian of the College of Business Administration. She studied hard, but she also played hard. 

“Thisssisss my jaaaaammm.” Amren’s words slurred. She raised one of her hands as if meaning to touch the ceiling lamp like a fly attracted to a zapper light. Swaying to the rhythm, Amren praised the white light above.

“Oh, she is gone,” said Mor, taking a sip of her wine.

All eyes were on Amren now as she led an interpretive dance to the beat of Dance the Night by Dua Lipa. Her choreography involved a lot of hands swaying in the air. While her claps to the music were slightly off-beat, she was giving it her all. She was the choreographer—the lead dancer. She was Barbie at the giant blow art party and the rest of us were just Ken.

“Here’s another piece of Latin for you, Feyre. Nemo saltat sobrius,” said Mor, nodding at Dance and Flex Barbie™.

“What?” I asked. Clumsily leaning forward, I propped one hand on Rhy’s thigh as I leaned closer to Mor in hopes I could read her lips over the music. I felt a hand steady me from behind. 

“Nobody dances sober,” said Azriel.

“Unless you’re Azriel, then you don’t dance. At all,” said Cassian. The couch bounced as he threw his body on the empty spot on the other side of me. He smiled at Azriel, threw his hand over the sofa's backrest, and leaned back.

“I’ve definitely seen him dance,” said Rhys. 

“No way. In his room?” Cassian chuckled.

I took this as an opportunity to make myself more comfortable, while they were distracted. Shifting my body, I leaned further into Rhys, the shape of his own welcoming me back to my spot. A soft giggle escaped my lips as Cassian grabbed my feet and placed them on his lap. Somehow my body had slid down Rhys’s and I was fully lying across the sofa on top of the boys. I was comfortable. So comfortable, I could fall asleep.

“At a party, actually,” said Rhys, his eyes glanced at Azriel while a small smile edged on his face.

“With a girl?” Cassian’s voice sounded surprised.

“With a girl.” Rhys nodded.

“No fucking way,” said Cassian. He couldn’t help but smile at Az, his mouth gaped. 

I understood Cassian’s reaction, Azriel didn’t dance let alone run or jog for anything. He was an enigma; an unsolvable riddle. The man was calm, cool, and collected at all times. Always unfazed by things that would distress the common Joe. It was slightly unnerving. If someone spilled wine on the carpet, Azriel wouldn’t panic at the thought of a huge red stain on the rug. He’d walk into the kitchen, no questions asked, and come back with a dry cloth, dish soap, and hydrogen peroxide, and blot the patch until it made you doubt if anything had actually been spilled. Whereas Mor and I would have stared at the ink-stained rug and exchanged wide-eyed looks before quietly agreeing that the room could do better without a rug.

Azriel shrugged completely unbothered. 

“With wh-

“I don’t kiss and tell,” said Azriel. Cold eyes stared back, silently telling Cassian to back off without any need for words.

“You’re just jealous he didn’t kiss you,” said Rhysand. He was trying to diffuse any rising tension. I could feel the sound of his voice vibrating across his chest. At some point, I’d given him my glass of wine or he’d taken it from me very smoothly. It would have been a disaster if I’d spilled it over the three of us on the sofa. I would have felt especially bad about it considering it was new. Their last one had moved on to a better place after Cassian put a hole in it from jumping on it during a karaoke session two months ago. 

“Hell yeah, I am!” Cassian exclaimed. 

Azriel raised an eyebrow, a lopsided grin on his lips. "Are we about to kiss right now?" 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” said Rhysand. 

“Come here, you,” said Cassian. Throwing my legs off him, he jumped across the room embracing Azriel. The room filled with laughter at the show the two of them were putting on. Even through the loud ruckus, the short-tempered finance major was far too deep into her slumber to awaken. At some point, Amren had tucked herself into the armchair by the window and nodded off. She looked cozy and peaceful with her head lying on the armrest. We’d learned long ago that it was best to leave her alone when she dozed off. A lesson learned the hard way.

Through the open doors leading to the balcony, the sky was briefly illuminated with a bright light followed by a faint sound of thunder. I glanced at the digital clock beneath the TV sitting on the television stand. It was late and I needed to get home. There was still a buzzing feeling that tingled across my body from the earlier drinks but I didn’t live far. It was ten minutes max walking. Plus, if I left now, I could avoid the rain.

Sitting up, I scanned the room looking for my shoes. “I should get going,” I said.

“Let me call you a ride,” said Mor, already taking out her phone.

“Mor, I live within walking distance,” I said, gathering my shoes.

Azriel jumped in, “I barely drank. All I had was a sip earlier. I could give you a ri-

He didn’t finish his sentence as his eyes glanced toward the other side of the room at the sound of boots hitting the hardwood and the sofa shuffling. I didn’t think too much about it, not that I could in my current state. I was more focused on figuring out where I’d placed the key to my apartment. 

“Do you want us to walk with you?” asked Mor.

Holding on to the wall, I hooked two fingers into one of my white platform Nike and pushed my foot into the shoe. Was it counterintuitive to own sneakers with shoelaces if I never had any intention of tying them? I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought as I did the same with my other shoe. It was unclear to me if I genuinely found the thought funny or if it was the alcohol coursing through me. Before I could respond to Mor’s question, I felt the close warmth of a tall figure standing near me. 

“I’ll walk her,” said the familiar voice.

“Rhys-

“That wasn’t an offer, darling. That was me making a statement,” he said.

I sighed, looking up at him. It was late, and I didn’t feel like arguing knowing that it would delay my departure before the oncoming storm. Having someone walk you home wasn’t the end of the world. It was an act of the purest love. That someone cared about your well-being enough to ensure you’d made it home safely. That’s what I loved about my friends. The genuine love we all had for each other. 

Sliding my baby blue nylon backpack over my shoulder, I double-checked I’d gathered everything. I went through my mental checklist. Phone, wallet, keys. Patting my pockets, I ensured I had them. I made sure to hug everyone goodbye before heading out. Well, everyone except Amren, who was ever so sweetly tucked in the armchair with a blanket twice her size. Likely one of Cassian’s massive blankets. 

When I turned, Rhysand was already by the door holding it open for me. Slipping his hand over my shoulder, he grabbed my powder blue bag and placed it over his. With the motion, my white plush bear keychain swung against the two baby penguin pins on the cerulean fabric. My backpack had a very soft aesthetic that stood out when held by Rhys who was dressed in dark tones from head to toe. It didn’t fit his aesthetic. At all. I was about to object that I could carry my own bag but his voice interrupted my thoughts. “Don’t put the top lock on the door, I’ll be right back.”

As we headed out, the sky flashed again. The air felt cool against my skin and smelled like dew. It was a calming, fresh scent. It reminded me of potted flowers and succulents like the ones I had by the window in my room. The ones I always forgot to water but always survived, courtesy of one Elain Archeron. She knew I couldn’t keep anything alive, plant or fish, so she’d made sure to get me greenery that required minimal attention, which reminded me that I hadn’t watered them in a week. If it started pouring by the time I got home, I could stick them out the window and have them be watered au naturale. 

I jumped at the sound of thunder and instinctively grabbed Rhys’s hand. His fingers wrapping around mine were warm and rough whereas mine were cold and soft. He squeezed my hand and held on to mine as we continued walking. “It caught me off guard.”

“Mmhm,” he said.

The wind picked up slightly as we headed down the illuminated path amongst the trees and apartment complex gardens that stretched across an open space. Rain was certainly on its way, it was just a matter of when. We likely had a couple of minutes before the downpour began. Thunder sounded all around us, and one, two droplets landed on my cheek. Damn. Other than being way off in my calculations, I’d also forgotten to borrow an umbrella before we left. There was no avoiding that we were going to be caught in this. 

“I’m glad I grabbed this before we left,” said Rhys, opening an umbrella large enough to cover us both. At what point he’d grabbed the umbrella was beyond me. I stepped closer to him as he fumbled opening it. He gave it a slight jiggle with one hand that became more aggressive by the second as he attempted to push the sliding metal piece with his fingers. After about a minute, the section loosened up allowing for more movement. The issue now lay with the broken stretchers that were meant to hold the fabric. 

“Who the hell leaves a broken umbrella in the umbrella stand?” said Rhys. 

“Someone who forgot to throw it out?” 

“That’s why trashcans exist,” he sighed. Rhys let go of my hand and continued fumbling with the umbrella trying to see if the pieces would lock into place. Thunder sounded above us and more drops of water began falling slowly picking up.

“If we pick up the pace, we can make it before it really hits,” said Rhys. His eyes surveyed mine and I could tell he was both disappointed and worried that he’d let me down somehow. But unless he was secretly in cahoots with Mother Nature, there was no way any of this could be his fault or something for him to blame himself for. 

“I’m sorry about the weather,” said Rhys. The way he rubbed his neck and his brows drew together, I couldn’t bear the look of disappointment on his face for something out of his reach. 

I shook my head and smiled up at him. “What are you sorry about? A broken umbrella that you had no idea was broken? The sky? Rhysand, unless you secretly own a weather machine, there’s nothing to be sorry about. Forget the umbrella.”

“In fact,” I continued, “I think this is an opportunity.”

I took my bag and the umbrella from his hands, chucked the latter in the nearest bin, and placed my bag on the ground.

“An opportunity?” 

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the moment, but I’d always wanted to dance in the rain like in movies and musicals. I felt bold and giddy at the idea of doing so now. All I could focus on was this tune from the third High School Musical installment. “Take my hand, take a breath.”

Standing in front of him, I stretched out my hand and offered it to Rhys. He looked puzzled but accepted my offer. “Pull me close, and take one step.”

“A song with instructions? I can follow that,” he said. A small smile formed on his lips.  

“Keep your eyes locked on mine,” I continued. 

His violet eyes twinkled beneath the moonlight and it almost looked like stars danced across his eyes as they softened, placing his other hand on my waist. He knew exactly what song I was referencing. After all, I’d made him watch it enough times with me. “And let the music be your guide.”

I nodded, cuing him to step with me. With his eyes wholly fixed on me, we slowly stepped into time, our shoes gently tapping against the pavement.

“Won't you promise me,” Rhys chimed. 

Pulling me closer against his chest, Rhysand guided me across the makeshift dance floor—the walkway between the trees—with a step here and a half turn there. We were dancing through the gardens illuminated by the night sky and lamp posts down the pathway as we waltzed further in. 

“Now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget.” 

“We'll keep dancing,” added Rhys. 

 “To keep dancing.” A smile curved across my lips. 

“Wherever we go next.” Our voices intertwined as we spun together, my hands held on to him tighter as the rain picked up. Swaying through the path of greenery, the scenery around us dissolved. It was just Rhys and I.  

Thunder crashed above, and the true downpour began. 

“It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you,” we continued. I couldn’t help but smile brightly up at him as rain trailed down his face. The buzzing feeling from earlier that had coursed through my body now turned into a tingly feeling that reached from where Rhys was holding my hand—my fingers—to my chest. No, my body wasn’t buzzing, it was humming. We might have been dancing but I was floating in his embrace. I couldn’t look away from him. 

With every lyric, raindrops painted our clothes a shade darker. My indigo cardigan was now inked navy as we swayed to the invisible music. My feet splashed against puddles, drenching my white shoes in rainwater. They’d likely be gray by the time I got home but that didn’t matter. As our feet shuffled across the pathway, the sky reflected itself over the water on the trail creating an illusion of stars beneath our feet. We were dancing among the stars. 

We sang the rest of the song, never messing up the lyrics or missing a beat. We might have been recreating a moment by singing a song from one of my favorite films but this waltz was entirely made up by us. Rhys’s hand still grasping mine, spun me around as we brought the sound of the music in our chests to a slow end. His eyes were still on mine as we held our soaking bodies close. Was he always this beautiful?

I couldn’t help but marvel at his handsomeness and let an intrusive thought get the better of me as I ran my fingers across his cheek. He leaned into my warm touch, eyes softening. His eyes glanced from mine down to my lips. Please, I pleaded. I could feel my heart racing and my chest tightening at the thought of his lips on mine. Rhysand cleared his throat as his hands gently let go of mine, breaking the spell. 

Taking a step back, he scanned me from head to toe and chuckled. “I bet we look like drowned rats to anyone looking out their windows.”

I shook my head, holding back a smile.

“I feel like one too,” I said. Looking down at my jeans, there was not a dry spot on them. 

I bit the inside of my cheek. Had we just had a moment? I must have hallucinated it in the dark lighting. There was no way that Rhysand had looked like he’d wanted to kiss me two seconds ago. I wasn’t ignorant, I’d known Rhysand was objectively attractive. He had a strong jawline and he was fit from working out every week with Cassian and Azriel. He had nice cheekbones, luscious lashes, soft lips, and intelligent eyes. He was delightful to look at. He was…

Who was I kidding, he was handsome beyond compare. I just had never seen him in that way until now. Mother above, I was oblivious as they came. And I wished I could have blamed the alcohol for all of it—the way I was feeling, the thoughts I was having—but the truth was, I’d burned it out of my system with that dance. 

‘We should get going,” said Rhys. 

He grabbed my bag off the ground and we walked the rest of the way in awkward silence. I kept glancing sideways at him every so often. I’d definitely hallucinated that moment we’d had for a split second. The rest of the way to my place, I spent it looking at the ground contemplating while Rhysand stared at the stars as if searching for a cosmic answer. 

By the time we made it to my place, we were full-on drenched. I was sure my hair looked like a wet mop attached to my head. I patted my pockets in search of the key and found it in the left back pocket of my jeans. They jingled in my hands as I fumbled looking for the right one.

“I hope you’re not planning to walk back in this. At least let me offer you a towel.” I glanced sideways as I turned the key.

He didn’t argue. In fact, he didn’t say anything at all. He’d stayed quiet and simply nodded as I led him in. With Viviane at her boyfriend’s for the weekend, there was no one home. All the lights were off as we walked in. I flipped the light switches as we stepped through the place in search of something dry. In the hallway closet, I found some towels for us. Meanwhile, I could hear Rhys in the kitchen opening and closing the cabinets. 

As I turned the corner, I could see him pulling out two teabags from a box before his head turned in my direction. "I'll put the kettle on."

"So sweet of you, you're an angel," I said. 

On top of being handsome, he was very thoughtful. Was I really falling for my best friend? I couldn’t help but keep my eyes locked on him as he turned on the stove and prepared tea for us. I bit my lower lip and turned towards the dryer that was hidden behind a sliding door. Neither of us was shivering or in any danger of getting frostbite, but a warm towel would certainly go well with tea. After a few minutes, the machine beeped just as the kettle began hissing. I pulled both towels out of the dryer and practically moaned at the warm touch against my skin. 

“Would you like a dry towel?” I offered.

“You don’t want my wet handkerchief to dry your wet face?” He glanced sideways at me as he poured water into each cup with a smirk painted across his face.

I giggled and walked further into the kitchen. As soon as he placed the kettle back on the stove, I threw a towel over my shoulder and placed the other one on his head as he turned around to face me. I ran the towel over his head, drying his hair before sliding it over his shoulders and wrapping it around his body. 

I looked up at him. “My hair is soaked, Rhys.” 

The clothes we were wearing could have easily squeezed out two gallons of water. I could have probably fed my succulents with the amount of liquids soaked into our outfits. If I could have thrown myself in the dryer too, I would have knocked out two birds with one stone. 

Standing in front of me, wrapped around in my towel, he looked adorable. Rhys’s eyes met mine and I could have sworn time stopped. All I could do was stare up at him. Oh gosh, was I staring? I blinked rapidly and dropped my gaze.

“You still look beautiful,” he said.

I felt my heart stop and my breath hitch. My hands stilled on his body still holding on to the light blue towel. Did he mean it in a friendly way? I glanced back up. His eyes peered down at me searching for something in mine. My lips parted as if to speak but I wasn’t sure what to say. Instead, I closed my mouth and swallowed. 

“Feyre.”

The way he said my name made my heart skip. He took a step, closing the gap between us. My name sounded low like a prayer on his lips. If he was praying, then I wanted to bless him but I needed a sign. I wanted a clear sign that he wasn’t just whispering my name in an empty apartment for no reason. 

“Why didn’t you kiss me earlier?” I half whispered.

His eyes glanced from my eyes to my mouth and back in a triangle manner. A small smile painted itself across his lips like a prayer answered. “You caught that.”

It wasn’t a question, he was making a statement.

“I wanted to be sure your head was clear when I kissed you,” said Rhysand.

“Rhys?”

“Yes?”

A pause.

“My head’s clear now,” I said.

Rhysand's head slowly leaned forward, stopping inches from my face, giving me time to take a step back if I wanted to back out. I didn’t. I wanted—needed, to know what his lips felt like on mine. If they were truly as soft as they looked. His fingers titled my chin up and kissed me. Gods, his kiss was more than soft, it was life-changing. His lips were gentle against mine, so sweet and delicately slow like he’d been waiting an eternity for this moment and now that he had it, now that the moment had arrived he wanted to savor it. If I’d been floating earlier when I danced with him beneath the rain, then I was soaring above the clouds and beyond the moon now. 

His hands cupped my face as mine slid into his hair, pulling him closer by the neck. Neither one of us parted to take a breath. I could tell this wasn’t just any kiss, this was the kiss. The one that would change our lives—my life—forever. The kiss I’d compare any other to. I could feel his chest against mine as our legs brushed against each other. Rhysand's hands slowly slid down my shoulders and arms and made their way down and around my waist. We pulled each other closer, our bodies seeking contact where they could as we continued wrapping ourselves against each other. We were two colliding stars, bursting with sparks and ever-changing hues.

After what felt like forever, I pulled back slightly, eyes closed. Blood had rushed into my cheeks, and there was no doubt that the heat against my flushed face had painted them rosy. I could feel his head leaning against mine, both of us breathless. Mother above, I truly was oblivious to everything. That definitely wasn’t a friend kiss. That was an I-want-to-be-more-than-friends kiss. 

Rhysand’s hand came up against my face tucking strands of semi-wet hair behind my ear. It felt like he was looking at me for the first time or trying to memorize every freckle on my face. A beat passed and he broke the silence. “I think I’m falling in love with you. I think I have been for a while.”

My heart skipped at those words—at his confession. My mouth gaped. There were no words. I wasn’t sure what to say. All I could focus on was the rising and beating in my chest as I focused on taking the next breath. Had this really just happened? Had we truly just kissed? Did he just say that he—

“I’m hoping you didn’t just kiss me to then break my heart, Feyre, darling.” He cupped my face as he spoke the last two words. 

“I never knew you liked me,” I said, stumbling on the words. 

“Now you do. And correction, I said I love you.” The corners of Rhysand’s mouth turned up. I couldn’t help the way my eyes widened in disbelief. He’d said the words again. 

“You love me?”

Rhys chuckled as he shook his head. He lifted my head with a hand beneath my chin as if inspecting me. “Did you hit yourself with the dryer door? Do I need to kiss you again? Or maybe hold your hand as we walk through a storm? Or dance in the rain while quoting your favorite movie?” 

He loved me. He loved me, and he not only meant it with the words he’d spoken, but Rhys had demonstrated and proved time and time again that he truly meant it, body and soul. A man who could talk the talk and walk the walk. Dare I say, he was a man after my own heart. 

“If you let me, I promise I’ll spend every day making sure you never doubt how worthy of love you are,” said Rhys. The back of his hand caressed my cheek.

“I’ll do anything with you, Rhys. As long as it’s you,” I said. 

His lips met mine again, this time with more passion and intensity. Wrapping my hands around his neck once more, I felt the towel slide off his shoulders and plop to the ground. Rhys's hands traveled around my hips, to the back of my thighs before he lifted me into his arms. Instinctually, I wrapped my legs around him and deepened our kiss. I wanted him closer. I wanted his body against mine without the barriers of our wet clothes. 

As if he’d read my thoughts, I could feel us moving down the hallway to my room. Every kiss turned deeper than the last and I knew I couldn’t deny myself the truth. I was completely and utterly in love with him. And I was a fool for not noticing before that maybe I had loved him longer than my body knew. Longer than I truly knew. He was my safe space, my person, my best friend. He was everything I could want in a man. He was everything. Rhys was everything.

Gently laying me against my bed, he pulled back slightly to look down at me. His eyes were like lilac-blue stars glistening against the moonlight as he marveled at me. It was almost like he couldn’t believe that this was real. I placed my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb. His lips smiled against my warm touch.

“I can’t stop smiling when I look at you,” said Rhys.

He gazed at me like a painter setting eyes on their muse. Like he’d been seeking inspiration his entire life and now he’d found it. Rhys shook his head in disbelief. “How did this happen?” 

The question wasn’t for me to answer, it was rhetorical. He was speaking his thoughts aloud as if waiting for a cosmic answer to shine through the window. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Feyre. 

“When I wake up, when I’m about to fall asleep, even in my dreams I can never stop thinking of you. When you’re not with me, it feels like something is missing. And, gosh, I hate poetry, but when I think of you…I can’t help but imagine that this is what the greats write about. This feeling. It’s like poets are reciting their writings in my head.”

I could feel the corners of my eyes becoming damp. I could spend the rest of this night in his arms simply admiring him. His honest eyes were full of more unspoken words of love. I could feel the wetness of my clothes seeping into the blanket below but I didn’t care. I thumbed his lips, his Apollo’s arched bow, memorizing this moment. I could feel my shaky voice escaping me as I spoke.

“All these years, I thought we were just friends, and I was okay with that…but now I realize that maybe I’ve felt like this for a while about you. That I’ve loved you without knowing that this is what it was.”

“You love me?” A smile spread across his lips.

“Did you hit yourself with the door coming in? Or do I need to kiss you again?” I mimicked his earlier question. 

He gently rubbed his nose against mine, his lips inches from my own.

“Kiss me again,” he whispered.

I moaned against his lips this time. I wanted him to hold me, to touch me, to kiss me, to say my name. I wanted everything and more. We tugged against wet clothes, which were much harder to take off thanks to their added weight. They stuck to our bodies and made it difficult to slide out of them. But we didn’t care. We kissed and laughed our way out of the heavy wet clothing until we were skin to skin. Until we were finally warm in each other's embrace. And for the first time in a while, I prayed.

Rhys.

I prayed the rest of the night as his body melded against mine, pulling prayer after prayer from my lips. His name, the only one I wanted to whisper against the moonlight shining through my window. It was only our names echoing from the other’s lips against soft I love yous with every touch and shift against hips. We were dancing like stars in the night sky, and holding on to each other as if we’d collided into one. Our whispers and sighs grew more uneven. He was my gravity, my center, and I was his. With Rhys’s eyes on mine and a final waltz around the universe, I felt my world burst like a nuclear fission. Like a star reaching its last evolutionary stage. 

Rhys kissed me again, softer this time, and wrapped me in his arms as we lay beneath the comfort of warm blankets, tangled in each other. Pulling me against his chest, he whispered. "Did you know that rainy day cuddles are two times more effective than sunny day cuddles?"

“Don’t you have to tell Cas to lock the door for you,” I said. 

“That can wait,” said Rhys, kissing the top of my head.

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[rabbitenn]

Hii I read your last momo x reader and loved it so if it’s alright, could I request a romantic scenario about momo and the reader who had been an aspiring musician trying their best to reconnect with each other after momo ghosted them when becoming an idol? Maybe they used to date in the past and grew apart after momo discovered Re:Vale. I’m sorry if this is too specific I’m just in need of an angst to fluff😭🤍

RE: CONNECT.

In the end, it was always you and him.

ft. Sunohara Momose x gn! reader.

cw/genre: angst to fluff, romance. alcohol consumption (kids, don’t drink; adults, drink responsibly !).

hey lovely ! thank you sm for requesting and reading my other momo fic, I’m very happy you enjoyed that one <3 and omg don’t apologize, I really like this idea, we all love some good old angst to fluff hehe ~ I hope I managed to write this according to your expectations, dear 🩷 I’m very sorry for the long wait :((

Momo can’t really believe his eyes right now.

Of all places, this night bar was certainly not where he would have expected to find you again.

Not many people fill the worn out tables of the small local, the dimly lit stage casting you in yellow light.

Why were you here of all places?

You belonged in huge arenas, colored lights moving and changing with the notes you strummed on your guitar.

And yet, no matter how small the venue, everyone went silent the moment you started to play, your voice accompanying the melody your fingers strummed.

For the minutes you’re up there, Momo’s mind goes back five years, when he was just a college student with his soccer dreams shattered, and you were there to pick up the pieces, gluing them back together with the notes of your guitar.

He remembers, how you wanted to pursue a career in music… were your dreams scattered to the wind too, the moment he suddenly disappeared on you?

The music stops.

Momo takes a sip of his beer, almost choking on it in the process.

In the half light, your eyes meet.

—

This can’t be happening.

This really cannot be real.

Why now and why here?

Why is Sunohara Momose, your ex, who you have only seen on stage for the last five years, suddenly in front of you?

Well, is he even your ex, seeing how you didn’t exactly properly break up?

He just disappeared one day. No new texts, no new calls, nothing.

You were heartbroken, and really thought something had happened to him. Until one day, you saw Re:vale perform again.

And Momo was there.

You can’t let yourself show vulnerability now, however, so you keep walking towards him.

Why? You don’t really know, you don’t really think, but next thing you know you’re standing in front of him.

“Hey, [Y/n]… long time no see…” Your ex-boyfriend greets, awkwardly.

He hasn’t changed much, and the little differences aren’t new to you either, you’ve been seeing him on tv, on magazines, ads.

Everywhere except by your side.

You still hate yourself a little for thinking how cute he looks with pink on his cheeks, his sharp canines showing through his shy smile.

You loved that about him.

How he could brighten any room with his cheerfulness, but he could also get so bashful.

Maybe you still do love that about him.

Because as much as resentment and bitterness at his ‘disappearance’ found their way into your heart like a poisonous seed, you find yourself shifting back into old ways.

“Too long, hasn’t it?” Is your answer.

Your lips curve up into a sad smile, as you order a drink from a passing waiter, perhaps just to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah…” Momo mumbles, fuchsia eyes looking to the side. His hands tighten around his own beer, knuckles going white. He glances in your direction, just to find you already staring at the floor, not quite knowing how to carry a conversation that’s been put on hold for half a decade.

Your drink arrives. You nurse it for some moments, it’s larger than you had expected… but oh well, you might need the liquid courage anyway if you’re really here, sitting with someone who… well it’s complicated, you don’t know what he is to you right now.

As your lips graze the rim of the glass, Momo can’t help but reminisce in the way he used to feel them on his own, your hands in his hair, his around your waist….

No, he cannot linger on it now.

That’s over.

And it’s his fault.

He notices your guitar case, propped by your side.

“So, you still play?” He ventures. ‘Stupid’, he chides himself afterwards, ‘you’ve heard them play just now.’

However, his statement of the obvious is met with a sweet smile on your part, then shifting into something more woeful.

“Yeah… I do… It’s just… I was never able to… well, succeed…” You hang your head, hair falling in front of your face.

Momo’s eyes widen, either at your confession or at your state, he’s not entirely sure.

Probably at both.

But this isn’t good. He remembers all too clearly what happened the last time you got drunk.

He doesn’t want to see you getting sick again…

So, with a temptative motion, the idol reaches for your glass.

“[Y/n]…” He winces when he utters your name now. Just your name, not the cute pet names he used to come up with for you. “I think you’ve had enough…” Your ex-lover’s hand brushes yours when he tries to retrieve your glass.

“No!” You pout, dragging the drink back towards you.

“Come on, [Y/n], you’ll feel sick afterwards if you keep this up.” Momo tries, brows knitting together in concern.

“Won’t…” You slur, pulling your glass closer towards you, throwing your head back as you down its remaining contents in one go.

This would be a long night.

—

Effectively, after a while, you feel nauseous.

All you can register is the grey concrete of a dim lit street and walls covered in shadow.

And the feel of someone holding your hair back.

Your legs are going to give out from under you… this is bad… wasn’t someone telling you not to drink this much moments ago?

You should have listened.

Where is he now?

“Momo…” You mumble weakly, as you feel your vision going dark and all strength leaving you.

You never hit the floor.

Arms that used to hold you every night support you, your face against a shoulder that feels warm and comforting…

Maybe you’re delirious, or maybe you’d been longing for this feeling for too many years.

“Missed you…” Are your last words before your consciousness abandons you.

“Rest now, baby…” Momo whispers, a tinge of sadness in his voice, in his smile, as he hooks one arm under your knees, the other, around your shoulders.

—

You come to on a bed that feels both familiar and unknown.

Daylight pricks painfully against your bleary eyes the moment you push your covers away.

This t-shirt… you don’t remember having worn it in so long… You just know it belongs to someone you used to love, the print on its front from a band you used to listen to.

“Good that you’re awake…” A familiar voice utters nearby, its tone soft and full of concern.

A gasp leaves your lips when your eyes meet vibrant pink irises.

You suddenly sit up straight, pulling the covers closer around you.

You bring a hand to your head, the abrupt move clearly not good for your hangover.

“M-Momo?” You ask, as you look around and realize that, yes, this is, in fact, not your house.

“Good morning.” He smiles awkwardly, those damned small fangs too cute. “You… uh… were pretty drunk last night…”

Heat rises to your cheeks as memories of the pub come back to you, the too-big-beer and the fact you didn’t drink often, a deadly combination.

“I’m sorry for imposing.” You say, going to get up, realizing you’re not wearing any pants, the oversized t-shirt stopping just where your thighs begin. “I… where are my clothes?”

“I washed them, they should be dry by now.” Your host explains.

Wow, he went and washed them and all, when you know how he isn’t the best at keeping up with laundry.

“Uh… could you… bring them… I’m going to get changed and leave.”

“Are you sure you feel okay?” Those puppy eyes and that tone. They almost make you reconsider.

“I shouldn’t be here to begin with.” You let out. Then you click your tongue at yourself, realizing how ungrateful your statement sounded. “I mean, thank you for having cared for me, but I’ve caused you enough trouble.”

Your ex’s expression darkens, as he turns on his heel, retrieving your clothes from the bathroom.

You get dressed in a rush, pick up your belongings, and are out of his doorstep before things can get more awkward.

Momo stays there, back leaning against the door you just closed between you, wondering, is there a second chance for you two?

What he doesn’t know yet is that you’ll come knocking on his door soon enough.

You find out as soon as you get to your apartment complex, though, the elevator mirror showing back an oversized t-shirt that’s definitely not yours.

—

Why are you wearing your best clothes, and why are you fussing over whether your hair looks good enough and your makeup is alright, you can’t fully understand.

This is not some date, and even if it was, or rather, back when it could have been, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you with no makeup, sweats and messy hair.

You take a deep breath, before ringing his doorbell, hands clinging to the bag that contains the reason for this visit.

“Yeah? Who is it?” His voice comes from the other side of the intercom, and the stupid thought of wondering if you look decent through its camera crosses your mind.

You clear your throat.

“It’s me. I… I forgot to return something to you the other day…”

A sound announcing the door’s opening accompanies his “Of course, come in.”

You can imagine his tender smile just by hearing his voice.

No, you have to focus. You’re here to return his t-shirt, thank him for the other night, and then, leave.

You can’t let your heart fool you again, five years of solitude should have been enough for the moral of this story.

You can’t help but smooth your hair as your heartbeat quickens while the elevator goes up, and up, and maybe you wish it’d never stop.

But finally, this limbo suspended in mid-air stops, the doors opening with a ‘ding’, the door to his apartment already open.

“Hey.” Momo greets you, white hoodie and black sweats on, as his hand fiddles with the door handle, the bright azalea petals contained in his stare slowly falling to the ground as his gaze casts downward.

This expression… you remember memories archived in now yellowing pages, when your lips used to graze his cheek; words of praise for him, the lyrics to the love song you composed with the compliments you showered him in.

“Hi.” You breathe out, biting your lower lip, eyes averted to the side.

A few seconds of heavy silence pass, too many things you wish you could say now; too many years you’d like to have had by his side; too many things he wishes he could do differently now.

You shake your head, mustering a smile.

You realize it’s genuine, that you’re truly happy to be standing in front of him right now, right here, even if things can’t really go back to the way they used to be.

“This is yours.” You offer him the bag. “I left with it by accident the other day… I wanted to thank you for taking care of me that night too…”

The idol takes the package from you, surprise palpable in the way his gaze widens.

“Well, I’ll be on my w-“

“Would you like to come in?”

You two question at the same time.

You give him a sad smile.

“Momo I shouldn’t…”

“Please…” He practically begs you, like he used to ask for ‘one more!’ whenever you played songs for him on your guitar, under starry summer skies. “I- I need to tell you something! We- I want to talk to you…”

“Momo.” You call him, a bit stern. “You had five whole years to reach out…” You inhale deeply. “If it could wait that long then it’s not important, is it?”

“It is!” He goes to reach for you, but stops himself.

You won’t look at him.

Weren’t you happy a minute ago to be here? With him?

So why? Why do you pull away now?

“Please, [Y/n]… I- I was stupid, okay? When I joined Yuki and formed the new Re:vale… I wanted to do my best for him, in five years… And in so, I ended up neglecting you. I don’t know why I acted that way, I can’t understand why I let us drift apart… So please, let me fix it?”

You don’t know if it’s his words, the desperation his tone carries, or his pleading eyes, but you really can’t hold half a decade of pent-up emotions anymore.

“You idiot…” You mumble, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? You just… might as well have vanished. Until I saw you on tv one day, and I knew you were okay…”

Arms that stopped your freefall just the other night wrap around you, rivers of lost time streaming down your cheeks, dewdrops of regret on his lashes.

“What are we, Momo?” You ask, voice a quivering crystal thread, holding on on sheer will power and a heart that never really stopped being his.

“Why don’t we find out again, baby?” Comes his reply, his term of endearment for you managing to curl your lips into a nostalgic smile. “[Y/n]? Go on a date with me?” Is the temptative question he utters in the privacy of just you and him.

With your face burrowed into his shoulder, and his fresh and musky scent surrounding you in new morning light, you know this is a one-answer question.

“I’d love that.” You say, as his hands cup your face, thumbing away your tears.

Your lips still won’t touch again.

But the night is young.

And many more will come after this one.

And for now, that is enough.

#idolish7 x reader #idolish7 imagines #idolish7 #idolish7 x you #idolish7 x y/n #ainana #ainana x reader #idolish7 scenarios #sunohara momose #momo x reader #sunohara momose x reader #idolish7 fluff #idolish seven #idolish7 hadcanons #anime x reader #anime imagines #anime angst #anime fluff

[ruka-the-animefangirl]

Happily Ever After

This is my first time writing a story for Twisted wonderland, but I did it for myself. I thought it was a cool concept and I wanted to write it. 

I’ll probably do the art of the characters and post them later. Thank you for reading !

It's a big realization, when a person finally sees how unfair the world is. Or at least just how fucked up it is. I was a sheltered kid, my family always surrounded me. There was never a time where I found myself alone somewhere. Someone was always with me. But the problem was…

My family hates me..

They don't like me, they can even stand me. So I was confused as a child, seeing my family always surrounding me but can't even look at me. Without that gleam of hate.

I never cared much, I only thought I was such a cool anime main character. That I was like Zuko from Avatar, being hated by my family but super cool and awesome.

But no matter what they still had my back, at least that's what I thought. I never even knew they hated me up until this moment. 

Until the day came where the universe was o so gracious enough to show me how wrong I was. During a beautiful sunny day. Me, a short 6 year old little girl, with black hair and brown eyes and glasses was invited to my cousin's, Mark, birthday party. He was 15 at that time, and he always made fun of me, but he didn't go too far. At least he was never allowed to. 

No matter, I was playing in the garden with my best friend. 

My family were inside talking and eating and celebrating. I didn't pay attention however.

"Morro, imagine if I was the green ninja. I won't be as cool as Lloyd but I would still be cool" I said grinning ear to ear. He chuckled and ruffled my hair. " Sure you would kid. But it's a really big responsibility ya know. I think your too short for that" 

"Heyy!! I'm gonna grow!" He laughed loudly at that. 

While we were talking (arguing), my mom came over and told me to keep it down.

"Brett come here, we're gonna start singing soon" I looked behind me to see my mom and aunts looking at me while holding a really big cake.

My eyes brighten up looking at it. It was 3 layers and was black and orange. Mark is a basketball player, so the cake was basketball themed, it had small decorations with tiny basketballs. That was all it took, I needed to eat that cake.

"OK ma! I'm coming" 

I turned to look at Morro so I saw him standing and holding his hand out, "let's go?" I smiled and grabbed his hand. He pulled me up and picked me up. "Let's go eat that cake before you blow up" 

I giggled and went inside, while holding Morro's hand. Everyone was already gathering near the table. So I just walked between people's legs till I was near my other cousins. 

I was the youngest and the shortest kid, so everyone was bigger nonetheless. Morro stayed behind me as everyone sang happy birthday to Mark. Then came the time to eat CAKE!

All the adults left right after, like they always do during our birthdays. Something about them drinking the red grape juice. 

I just enjoyed my third slice of cake with Morro. He doesn't eat anything, I don't know why. Like its food, food is good. He did take a bite of the cake though so I was happy enough.

Anyways, while I was eating and talking to him. Alan and Mark came up to us. Alan is Mark's youngest brother, he was 13. They sat down next to me and started asking me about my imaginary friend.

"Hey short stack! How's that imaginary guy of yours" Alan said while grinning wildly,

"He's doing fine" I said in a small voice and kept eating. 

He never even gets mad at them either, he just smirks and watches us interact. He does always tell me not to react if they try to bully me, and that's what I learned to do.

"You seriously need to grow up, you look like such a weirdo outside. Do you know how weird my friends looked at me cos of ya!" Mark said while picking up his plate with cake.

"Good thing they thought you were a stupid toddler, so they dropped it." 

Leo stood up, "yeah like why don't you just start acting like normal people, remember last week?"

"Oh yeah where she jumped in the lake and accused her imaginary friend" 

His friends came up to us, one of them asking if he was serious.

They all just laughed and laughed as they kept reminiscing about the times they found funny.

I remembered that moment, it was when I was playing with Morro and he picked me up and threw me into the river. We then swam together and saw fishes.

My mom got mad at me later on because she found me drenched and yelled at me for jumping into the water with no supervision. 

While they kept laughing, my mood slowly disappeared. Why can't they leave me alone…

Morro, sensing my discomfort, ruffled my hair and told me, "do you want more cake? I'll get you some more." He smiled at me " These idiots are gonna stay idiots, so ignored them"

I looked down on my plate, "sure I want cake I said softly" 

As he prepared to get up, Leo looked at me and said while smiling "awww are you talking to your imaginary friend ?"

Mark laughing chimed in "you want more Cale? Seriously?" 

He looked around and then back at me, "why don't you take mine then? I don't feel like eating more"

He grabbed his cake and threw it at me. I stayed frozen, hair and face covered in cake, some of the cream falling down on my dress. 

Morro looked at me and grabbed some tissues and started to wipe my face.

The rest of my cousins realized what happened and joined in the laughter.

They didn't care about me, they all just laughed at me whenever Mark torments me. My aunt, Malak, came to the room to see what the commotion was about. Saw me and chuckled a bit. "Brett, sweetie how did you get cake all over you" 

Mark got up and pretended to wipe the cake off of my dress. "She tried and fell on her slice. I was just helping her out." He said smiling.

"Yeah but we also couldn't help to laugh at her" Leo said, "sorry, haha" 

She smiled and then looked at me. She was the only person who cared about me besides Morro; but she always took Mark's side because he was one of the older children. 

Malak wasn't a very tall person, but she was super nice. She always covers her hair with a cloth, when I asked about it, she said it's because of her religion. I don't know much about it, only that my parents disapproved of it a little, but were still content with Malak. My uncle was also part of the religion I think. Cos I see him praying similarly to how she prays. 

My parents don't follow a religion, I don't think they do. We don't go to church, unlike some of the people we see. Nor do they pray or wear the cloth like Malak and my uncle. 

Whenever I asked Morro, he avoided the topic and said that he believes there is God or multiple Gods and doesn't say anything else. So I just do the same, I believe there is a God there, but he makes things really hard for people sometimes, I don't know why tho. 

Breaking my thoughts, Malak picked me up and took me to my mom. Who, the moment I saw me, glared at me so hard. My eyes started to water. 

She scolded me and told me I should have been more careful after Malak explained to her the situation. 

My mom is a tall woman, she was harsh and very serious. She always made sure that I did well in school, even if I'm still a child. She got me to take up music and sports so that I have activities to do after school. 

She always has big expectations of what I need to do, and how to do them. Whenever I don't reach them she gets mad and grounds me. So when she saw me with a dirty dress covered in cake. She was livid. 

"Charlotte, calm down, it was obviously an accident. You know how Brett is." My dad calmed her down, she stared at him and sigh. "Drop it Oliver, she knows better"

She took me to the bathroom and kept scolding me while cleaning me up. 

I started to cry, snot and tears running down my face. "But Mark was making fun of me and threw the cwake at me awnd I couwldnt-"

"Stop! That's enough from you. Why do you always have to accuse Mark of stuff? Just drop it!" Suddenly she gasped horrified. She called my dad over, who also came in and looked at me horrified. He sat down with a smile and held my shoulders tightly, and started to chant something. Some of my uncles and aunts came too and just stared at me. They were all glaring at me, eyes filled with hatred. When suddenly I passed out. The last thing I saw was Morro staring at me with glowy red eyes.

At that time I never knew what that situation was about, but what I did know was that not only was the world shit. But it also hates me. The reason was unknown to me until I was 10 years old. When Morro finally explained to me the situation. 

Why everyone I knew ignored his existence, why he was able to come to school with me, why I was the black sheep of the family.

 To make things clear, I have known Morro since I was a baby. He was so cool and was my only friend. He was always there for me, no matter what happened. But I fully got to know him when I was 3, when we became friends. He played with me when my parents didn't. He gave me food, clothed me and walked me to places. My parents never brother to do any of this. They only cared that I stayed silent and polite. And kept the appearance of a normal child. Which obviously wasn't the case, especially since I walk to Morro every time of the day. He told me his name was Moros. Which reminded me of a bunch of Morro from Ninjago, so that's how I ended up calling him Morro. He didn't mind, so I kept it. He was tall, like really tall 190 cm tall. He has dark purple wavy hair, and wears makeup. He's the definition of an emo kid honestly speaking. He swore a lot- which is where I got my swearing problems too- he taught me to be independent, and how to be myself. He helps me with my homework, especially the extra ones ma gives me to make me smarter than other kids. He hates my family, and they hate him too. For a good reason too.

"I'm Moros, but what you don't know is that I'm also through God of Doom. I was stripped of my title and forced to this earth cos I was tormenting humans too much. I turned into this demon creature by default. Your parents, who were mages from this other world, sealed me into you as a favor from the gods to stay in this world instead of theirs."

"My parents are from another world ?.." 

"Yeah, your whole family is. The world is called twisted wonderland, it's a very interesting world. They have sorcerers and mages, along with inherent creatures and people. Like mermaids, beastmen and other gods such as I was once myself. They have a very rich history and a very interesting one at that. Much better than this boring world, where people have no magic, no supernatural, nothing at all." 

He picked me up, and suddenly we were in the living room. Where my parents were. They jumped when they saw me and were shocked to see me with Morro.

My dad got up, but Morro pushed him back down.

"So…the reason why your family hates you, is because they used you, to seal me inside of you like I told ya. But the reason they did it was because they made a deal with some gods who wanted me gone."

My mom stood up and started yelling at him to shut up. He glared at her and continued, "if they took care of me, if they got rid of me, then those gods will send your family to this world."

"We did this to have a peaceful life!!"

"At the expenses of your child!"

"Shut up!! You have no right to talk to us that way! She is our daughter. We can do whatever we want to her!!" My dad screamed back at him.

They kept arguing and screaming, I couldn't follow, I wasn't able to. 

Did they really sacrifice me to come here, why do they hate me? They did this to me. Is that why I'm the only one that can see Morro? But they're seeing him now, did he just now show himself to them? I don't know what to do. I don't understand. Why is this happening to me! Why can't I be a normal child! Why is this happening to me of all people!

Before I knew it, my dad was sending fire at Morro, I was choked, this is the first time I ever saw magic. So Morro wasn't lying, they're mages. They can use magic, so everything else he said must have been true. Was I really just used to just being a sacrifice for Morro? Do they really hate me that much to do this to me?

My mom grabbed me by the arm and held it tightly. But I couldn't think, I didn't know what to do. It was starting to feel really hot, and I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see either. My breath became short and harsh, tears streaming down my face. I was crying and hiccupping, barely able to breath. 

Mom was yelling at me but I could hear her, everything was blurry, and my ears started ringing. With Morro and mom's voice in the background.

"Kiddo, please calm down, everything is okay, just breath" 

Everything just stopped, I opened my eyes and I saw Morro in a black area. He was kneeling, holding my face. He started to breathe and I followed.

In and out

In and out

Until I could breathe properly

I took a really deep breath and sighed. I looked into his eyes, as he was wiping my face form my tears.

"W-where" sniffing loudly "are we?"

"We're inside your head right now?"

I stayed silent and wiped my face. "Am I like Naruto then? I have something sealed inside me which is why people hate me?"

He chuckled "yeah I guess you are. Is that bad?"

"I don't know" 

"Are you feeling better"

I hugged him 

"I'll see you outside then, and let's getcha ice cream kiddo"

I hated that day so much, but it really showed, who cares about me and who doesn't. 

My parents, after that day, made it clear that I am not wanted. They started to work more and exclude me in events. Morro, however, stayed with me through thick and thin. And I loved him for it. 

I ended up growing alone, Morro being my only friend and family. High school is the hardest for me. I was already short growing up, and I'm still short. I look nerdy and I haven't developed much. 

I was slightly overweight, I had braces and wore glasses. I was the perfect person to bully through high school. But I didn't care. I ignored them as much as I could.

I started to learn magic after I found out about everything. Morro did his best to teach me, but it's not his Forte so it was hard to learn for us both. Until I found a spellbook in my parents room. Morro created an illusion so that it looks like it's still there while I learn the spells. And well, I ended up being really good at it. At least from what Morro tells me.

"Stop narrating about how you think your too weak"

"Come on! How am I supposed to believe that I'm good at this?!"

" you can trust me and believe me when I tell ya"

"Yeah but like… am I really that good at magic? Like it's not like I can compare my magic to someone"

"You don't need to compare yourself, you're an amazing girl. I wouldn't exchange ya for anything in the world"

 "Thank you"

You're probably wondering why the hell, I'm even ranting about every single traumatic shit that happened in my life at the moment. Or how I was basically disowned by my parents. 

Yeah well I'm templating my life choice right now, cos well.

I'm stuck in a coffin

I have no idea how it happened, or how. Or who put me here.

But here I am.

In a coffin, upright and having nothing to do except to contemplate my whole life.

Honestly as fuck up my life is. I like it, I have an amazing best friend, who's awesome. And who taught me everything I knew.

"You also forgot to mention how I gave you my powers?"

 That too. Morro has very powerful magic, as the God of Doom. He can see how people die, along with some teleportation abilities and this guy can make amazing illusions. As in, good enough where they're like shadow clones. You can touch them and they don't disappear. I don't know if you realized it, but I abused the hell out of this. I’m 17 ok?! I’m using this power, it's super powerful, I'm not giving up on it.

A loud click brought me back to reality, light blinding me for a few seconds. The door of the coffin opened up.

#twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #silver #Lilia Vanrouge #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #mc #ace trappola #ace trapolla #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #trey clover #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #jade leech #Floyd Leech #Azul Ashengrotto #vil schoenheit #rook Hunt #epel felmier #Jamil Viper #kalim al asim #ortho shroud #idiashrood #idia shroud

[xxspringmelodyxx]

Love and War~

Hello my lovely readers! I hope you are having a fabulous day and are ready to read because I am happy to introduce to you a new story! This one is a Genshin boys x F. Reader story. There is a lot that will happen and a lot that you are going to find out…but all will be explained in the story. To keep it brief and short, you are Lady Y/n, taken in by and linked to the royal family of Illyria. Your kingdom is in a bloody war with two other kingdoms, and it has been going on for years. You find out that the king has come up with a plan to stop this war…or at least that’s what he has told you. You quickly find out the truth behind this ‘plan’ of his and need to figure out a way to stop him before he makes things worse for you and future generations! Along the way you find new people…and potentially new love interests…but out of everything, will you be able to stop destruction before it happens? Who knows…

Was that a good summary? I sure hope so, lmao. Anyways, I’m going to let you read the first chapter. Again, I am always open for constructive criticism to help my stories sound better and easier to read! Let me know if you have any suggestions, and if you’d like to be added to the tag list for this story, just lmk! Okay, I’ll shut up now! Enjoy~

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Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: A bit of swearing but nothing else I think <3

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Ch. I

I walked through the town, enjoying how quiet and calm it was. The sun was just barely above the horizon, painting the sky with a gorgeous golden shade, blending in beautifully with the blue. The rays hit the grass blades perfectly, allowing them to brighten up and even sparkle a bit from the dew forming. I walked in front of some of the shops surrounding me, looking for one shop in particular. A few “hellos” were exchanged as I walked by the owners getting ready to open their shops up. I turned a corner and within an instant, the smell of fresh bread shot up my nostrils, almost making my mouth water. 

The corners of my mouth slightly raised as I walked towards the bread and cake shop, ready to buy as much as I could. 

And there it was, a small wooden stand with tons of bags of bread and cakes, all freshly made from a bakery further out of the town. They were all beautifully displayed, all with different ingredients, designs, and even colors. 

“Ah, there’s my favorite customer! How are you, my dear?” An elderly voice said, making me look to my side. There, I see Mr. Yoshiba, a frail and short man with the biggest smile on his face. He felt his way towards me, trying to come into contact with my hand. I softly reached for it and held it, helping him across the shop.

“I am doing well, Mr. Yoshiba, thank you. How are you doing?” I asked

“Oh, I’m doing just fine, dear. I’m assuming you’ve come here to buy some bread, eh?” He asked

I nodded, my stomach quietly growling.

“Oh my, your stomach is waiting to be fed! We can’t let that go on for much longer now, can we?”

“How did you even hear that? It was so quiet?” I asked, chuckling.

“Ms. L/n, I’m blind, but I’m not deaf. I can hear almost anything from a mile away!” He said with confidence.

“Only when you want to. If grandmother was speaking to you, your hearing miraculously goes away.” Another male voice was heard. I smiled as I instantly recognized his soothing voice.

I turned my head to the left and saw Thoma walking out of the carriage, arms full of bread.

“Hello, Lady Y/n.” He said with a soft smile. I rolled my eyes, walking over to him and helping him take the bread to their respective areas.

“You know I hate it when you call me that.” 

“Yeah, but it's funny to see your face crinkle up like that when I do.” He teased, placing the bread in the bins.

I playfully punched him in the shoulder, making him fake cry.

“Oh, why must you abuse me? What ever have I done to make you so hurtful?” He said, wrapping his arms tightly around me, squeezing me as hard as he could.

“Thoma! Let me go!” I said as he lifted me up off the ground.

“Not until you say sorry.” He said.

“Sorry for what?” I said, trying to breathe.

“For punching me!”

“No way! It was a light punch! You wouldn’t even bruise with that!”

“A punch is a punch.” He said, squeezing me tighter. I let out a small squeak as he did that.

“Okay, okay, fine! I’m sorry! Now let me go! I can barely breathe!” I said, making him smirk.

He let me go, carefully placing me back down on the ground.

“There. See, now was that so hard?” He said, booping my nose.

“You're a real pain in the ass sometimes, you know that?” I said, seeing his smirk become wider.

“Yes, but I’m your pain in the ass.” He said, turning on his feet to put some cakes away.

“Oh, leave her alone, Thoma! You keep acting like that, and you will never get her to be your girlfrien-”

“O-Oh Grandpa, I think there is some mold on the bread over there!” Thoma interrupted Mr. Yoshiba, a light red hue slowly forming on his cheeks.

Mr. Yoshiba quickly turned around, freaking out that there was mold on his bread.

“How could this happen?! You must’ve done this, Thoma!” he said, feeling his way over to his newly made bread.

“Me? I helped grandma bake the cakes. You were the one who made the bread this time.” He replied

“No, no. You should’ve covered them better when putting them in the bags!” Yoshiba said

“Grandpa, there isn’t even mold on the bread!”

“Then why did you say there was?!”

“Because you were going to say something I would’ve regretted!”

“You would’ve regretted?”

“Yes! Because you are an old, annoying man sometimes!” Thoma said

“Oh now you’ve done it! Get over here!” Yoshiba said, grabbing his table cloth and hitting Thoma

“Ouch! Grandpa! Knock it off!”

“I may be old, buddy, but I still have the strength of a stallion!” Yoshiba said, continuing to hit Thoma with the cloth.

I chuckled at the two, smiling at their bickering. They were like two children sometimes.

Suddenly, a new voice was heard, making the hairs on my neck stand up. He was the new captain of the Illyrian knights.

“Lady Y/n.” He said, looking down at me from his horse. The whole area suddenly became dead silent. Mr. Yoshiba and Thoma paused as they watched the man get off his horse. I turned around to see the long, blond haired man. He was a bit taller than me, maybe by an inch or so. His hair was tied back into a long braid that reached the end of his back, and he had bright, golden eyes that were dull with no life in them whatsoever.

“Aether. What can I do for you?” I said politely, not letting his demeanor affect me. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but the king has requested for you to come back. There is an important discussion that he wishes to announce to you and the rest of the family.” He said, making me frown

“He can’t just announce it to his family? What difference does it make if I am there? He hardly treats me like family anyways, so just tell him he can do it without me.” I said, turning back to Thoma. However, Aether grabbed my wrist and turned me back to face him

“Lady Y/n, I insist that you go. It involves the possibility of ending the ongoing war between us, the Kingdom of Inazuma, and the Kingdom of Liyue.” he said, making my eyes widen just a bit. 

A chance of reuniting with the other kingdoms? A chance to bring peace between everyone so that innocent people no longer have to die? Oh how happy father would have been to see that. Seeing people from all kingdoms working together rather than against each other. Seeing new families formed from the ending of the war. Seeing new life come from the death of the war. It sounds amazing!

“Lady Y/n?” Aether asked, bringing me out of my own little world. I looked up at him and nodded

“Alright, I will go. But let me buy something first, I am starving!” I said

“There is no time. Plus, there is food already waiting for you.” Aether said, pulling you with him onto his horse, taking you to the kingdom.

“Hey!” I said with frustration towards Aether. I looked back at Thoma seeing him watch me ride away. I frowned towards him, waving goodbye. 

“You know, you could’ve at least let me say goodbye to Thoma and Mr. Yoshiba.” I complained, but Aether just ignored me. It was like that for the rest of the ride there. Complete silence.

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“Ah, Y/n, you’ve made it. And just on time as well! Please, have a seat.” The king said with a smile, pointing towards a chair on the opposite side of him and my mother. I looked and saw that my sister was there as well, grinning widely and almost…sinisterly. Odd.

I took a seat, allowing myself to get situated. 

Aether pushed my chair in and walked out of the room, closing the large doors behind him.

“As I’m sure you’ve heard from Aether, we have come up with a plan to reunite our kingdom with the others to hopefully end this bloody battle that has been going on for years. It will take time, but I am positive that it will work.” He said, clenching his fist as he thought of his bright plan.

“Okay…so what is it?” I asked

“You see, your sister is a very beautiful girl. She's got her looks, her smarts, her talents-all thanks to yours truly of course.” He interrupted himself, filling himself with pride. I rolled my eyes, growing tired of him already. It was barely 8 in the morning, and he was already filling his head with nonsense.

“I don’t know. Personally, I think she gets it from our mother.” I said, trying to deflate his ego.

He glared at me, not amused with what I said. 

“Y/n.” My mother spoke up with what sounded to be a bit of fear in her voice.

I looked towards her to see her shake her head in disapproval. 

I sighed softly and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over each other.

There was a bit of silence between all four of us for a couple of seconds before the almighty King of Illyria spoke once again.

“As I was saying, your sister has many charming characteristics. A great many that I feel would be vital to help our kingdom.” He said, smiling towards his daughter.

“Okay, and? How is that going to help?” I said, losing my patience with him.

“It will help because your sister is going to be marrying one of the princes.” He said, making my eyebrows furrow. Zelina marrying one of the princes? 

I mean, it could work. Zelina is a very pretty woman and she he knows how to act polite…notice I used the word “act”. While Zelina may be very pretty, her personality altogether is horrid. She constantly yells at the maids and chefs for not doing their job perfectly. For instance, Constance, one of our long-time maids, had accidentally dropped a cup on the ground because she was already holding too many items for one person to hold. When Zelina saw what happened, she almost fired the poor woman. Thankfully, mother reasoned with her and got Constance out of being fired. Although she was still punished for it. 

She also yells at the chefs when the food is too hot…or if it's too cold. It’s like she can’t be happy for just one second without finding something to complain about. 

Sure, she can act like the woman of every man's dream for a while, but I wonder…how long would she be able to keep that act up. Marrying someone, especially a prince for that matter, will take time. You have to first learn who they are; you have to make sure you both agree on certain ideas, learn what makes them tick, etc. But most importantly, you have to gain their trust. That all together could take many months to even years to do. 

Anyone in their right mind could see that Zelina needs to work on her temper, but they will only figure that out once she really shows who she really is. 

“So, who is she going to marry?” I ask, curious as to who is the “lucky” guy.

“We haven’t decided that yet. I have spoken with the other kings, and I have learned that Prince Ayato of Inazuma will be visiting the Kingdom of Liyue in a few days. The King of Liyue has agreed to let Zelina into the realm during that time so she can get to know the kings better all in one area. Once Zelina gets a good idea of each prince, only then will she decide who it is she is marrying.”

“Just out of curiosity…what happens when she chooses her prince? What happens to the others?”

“What do you mean?” The king asked

“Suppose she chooses Prince Ayato from the Kingdom of Inazuma…what happens to the princes from Liyue? Would they not be heartbroken that she chose another man over them? Would that not lead to more conflicts between our kingdom and theirs?” I asked

The king's smile slowly faded away, quickly being replaced with a frown. His hands clasped together, tightening as he tried to come up with an answer.

“You don’t need to worry about that, dear. We have a plan…a good one at that. Trust me. By the time Zelina is finished with this plan, there will no longer be a war between any of the kingdoms.”

I gave him a questioning look, not sure how to feel with his answer. There was something behind that statement…something sinister…like he was hiding something.

And I am going to figure it out.

–

After the short meeting, I walked out of the room with even more concern than I had going in. Something wasn’t right. I could see it in the king's eyes as well as my sister's eyes. 

I walked through the halls, not paying an ounce of attention to my whereabouts. Suddenly, my body ran into something…or rather someone…bringing me back to reality. It was Constance with a few dishes in her hands…well at least they were in her hands before we bumped into each other. 

My eyes widened as I saw the plates slowly falling. My instincts kicked in quickly and I moved my hands just in time to catch them all before they fell and shattered on the ground. 

“Oh, thank you, Lady Y/n! Thank you!” She said with relief. I smiled as I handed her the plates back.

“Don’t worry about it. It was my fault…I should’ve been paying more attention to where I was going. Sorry about that.” I replied

“Oh, you don’t need to apologize Lady Y/n-”

“Constance, please stop calling me that. You know I hate that title.” I said, interrupting her.

“But I am required to do so. Failing to comply with the rules could get me in trouble.” She said, making me shake my head.

“Only if that person is a part of the royal family.”

“But are you not a part of the royal family? You are the king's daughter-” She asked, pushing up her glasses with her free hand as they were beginning to fall down her nose.

“No! The king is not my father, and he will never be my father! My father was killed-” I started, quickly shutting up as I realized I was raising my voice louder than expected.

I sighed for the umpteenth time today, calming myself down. She didn’t know…no one did…well except for Thoma and his family…and of course the king, my mother, and my sister.

“I am terribly sorry for raising my voice at you. I was out of line.” I said, feeling down all of a sudden.

“Lady Y/n…I am sorry if I have offended you. I thought-”

“Don’t apologize. You have no reason to be sorry.” I said, walking past her

“Lady Y/n! Is everything alright?” She asked as she watched me leave. I stopped in my tracks, tears threatening to fall down my face as memories of my father came flooding back to me

“Lady Y/n?”

“Everything is fine, Constance. You do not have to worry about me. It’s a long story anyways…just go back to what you were doing before…please.” I said, wiping a tear that slipped past my eye.

“Of course. Have a good day, Lady Y/n.” Constance said, turning back to where she came from. 

Just as I was about to go back outside, I remembered that I left my coat in the room I previously came out of. And by the looks of it, I am going to need it. The clouds were starting to rush in, signaling that there would be only a few more minutes left before the bright blue sky would be replaced by the rain. Not that I was complaining…I love the rain.

I turned on my heel, walking back to the room I was just in to grab my coat. However, just as I reached the door, I stopped moving as I heard voices behind the door. Voices that could only belong to the King himself and my sister.

“Now, you remember what to do when you get to Liyue.”

“Yes, father. Once I gain the trust of all the princes there, I will attack each of them individually, but carefully. My goal is to aim for Prince Tartaglia first as he is the easiest out of all of them to gain their trust. Then once I assess the other two, I will figure out which one is the next target. I assume it will be Prince Ayato…and finally Prince Zhongli. Then I will assassinate the two kings and take their crowns, allowing the Kingdom of Illyria to be the one and only kingdom left in the country.” She said

My hand covered my mouth as I tried to hide a gasp that escaped from my mouth. I knew it! I knew they were hiding the truth! What’s worse is that their plan could be accomplished. Don’t get me wrong, Zelina is a bitch…but she is a very strong bitch. She has the ability to manipulate darkness, which is something you don’t want to mess with. It was a gift from our mother as she passes down a special ability to each of her offspring to ensure her bloodline continues on. She did it with me as well. The thing is that my ability is the complete opposite of my sisters. I can use sound and convert it into light, doing whatever I so well please. It is a powerful ability that I do not use often…especially after that one incident. I ignored that memory however, trying to focus on the rest of the conversation between my father and my sister.

“‘Good. And you know what will happen if you fail?” He asked with a darker tone

“Y-Yes father. I will lose my crown and everything I own…”

“Including your life.” He finished. My eyes widened even more…if that was even possible.

How could he threaten his own daughter's life? What the hell is wrong with this guy? 

But I already knew the answer to my own question. Greed and pride is what is wrong with him. They are two things that are so great to him that they blind him from reality. They blind him from what's wrong and what's right, merging them together.

“Yes father. I understand…” She said with a fearful tone.

“Good. Now go. The boat will be arriving here tomorrow. You must get your things ready to go so you won’t be late.” He said, waving her off.

“Yes father…” She said, walking towards the door. That was my cue to get the hell out of there. But there was nowhere to hide! All there was, was a long hallway behind me. If Zelina opened the door now and saw me running away, she would know that I heard. 

“Looks like it's time to improvise…” I thought. Instead of hiding, I placed my hand back on the door handle and opened it up, seeing my sister right behind it. It made me jump a little as I didn’t expect her to be there so suddenly. 

She glared at me, trying to see if I had heard anything that just went on. I had to act naturally.

“Woah, what's with the face? I just needed to grab my jacket.” I said, pushing past her.

She stared at me with concern for a bit as she watched me grab my jacket off of the chair I left it on. 

“See? Left it right where I put it. Now can you stop looking at me like I’m some sort of horrendous creature you found on the street?” I said, walking past her and leaving the room.

She rolled her eyes, figuring that I didn’t hear anything, leaving the room as well.

Thankfully, I got out of the hallway before she could catch up to me. I opened up the doors to the outside and ran down the long stairs, rushing to go see Thoma and tell him everything that I just heard. 

Before I could make it out of the area, however, a voice called my name, making me come to an abrupt stop. I turned my head and saw Aether there, walking up towards me. Great, just great!

“I wanted to apologize for forcing you the way I did this morning. I didn't mean any ill will by it. I was just simply following the King's orders-”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries. Listen, I gotta go now. I need to something-”

“I just figured I should apologize because I regretted how I acted towards you, and I’m sorry-”

“Aether, it's fine! I forgive you. Now listen, I need to go. Now. I have something important to discuss with-”

“I’m glad you have forgiven me…but I still feel like I need to do something in order to fully show how sorry I am…hmmm.” He said, going off in thought. Oh, for the love of- I can’t deal with this right now!

While he was off in his own world, I quickly but quietly snuck off, getting as far away from him as I could. To be honest, I did feel a little bad leaving him like that, but this was far more important than some little apology.

“Ah, maybe we could go get something to eat! I’ll buy as my way of apologizing-hmm? Y/n? Where did she go?” Aether asked as he looked around for you. 

–

I successfully snuck out and could smell that delicious smell of fresh bread and cakes again. 

I followed it and saw Thoma handing a cake off to an older woman, thanking her for her purchase. I smiled and ran towards him, grabbing his arm. He quickly looked down and saw me, smiling as soon as he did.

“Ah, Lady Y/n, what seems to bring you-”

“Don’t even try that game with me again, mister. Now come on, I have something important to tell you!” I said with excitement.

“But Y/n, I’m working-AH!” He yelled as I pulled him into me, forcing him to run away from the town.

“Hey, you kids, get back here! How am I supposed to sell all this bread by myself?” Mr. Yoshiba yelled, waving his fist at us. 

“Sorry, Mr. Yoshiba! This is important! I’ll make it up to you, though! I promise!” I yelled back, holding Thoma’s hand in mine as we ran out of the town and into our secret hideout.

Thoma couldn’t help but blush a bit at the long-lasting contact, wishing it could be like that forever.

Once you two made it into the forest just outside of Illyria, you both sat down, panting.

“W-Why, did you need to bring me all the way out here, N/n?”

“Because I have some information that I don’t know what to do with. And I need someone's advice. Someone I can trust.” I said, looking up at him as we both sat down.

“Okay…” Thoma said with concern, not sure if was going to like what he was about to hear.

“Get ready, because it is going to blow. Your. Mind!” I said, getting comfortable on the ground.

“Here’s what happened…”

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[aquidragon]

oh my goodness i am GAGGGGEEEDDDD.... your leon pulling you over fic was so cute and i absolutely love the dynamic reader and leon have omg <3 it's so sweet to see puppy leon happy and just yakno.. doing what he wants without the trauma.. ugh i love it.. thank you for the eatery <33 if ever you have the time, i would LOVEEE to request a terribly fluffy domestic fic... like just married.. moving in and following your hubby to raccoon city to chase his dreams like yeah.. something like that :] hehe waiting v patiently and excited to see more of your amaze work~

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I’m happy to serve the best food I can offer for my fellow Leon simps.  I hope that you enjoy this piece I wrote! <3

Title: Move In Rating: E CW: none, unless domestic fluff needs a content warning x3  Word Count: 1407 --- The floor under your feet rumbled in protest as you dropped the large box full of what felt like bricks onto the hardwood. Your forearm rose up to wipe the significant layer of sweat on your face, your muscles burning. It wasn’t super hot, thankfully, but the strenuous work of hauling boxes up two flights of stairs made you sweat like crazy. 

With a loud grunt, you sit down on the floor, in a dire need for a break. You had been in and out of the large moving truck parked outside since the sun was barely gracing the eastern horizon. It was now dinner time, and you felt thoroughly finished. 

Footsteps from behind you took your attention away from your own personal suffering as a familiar silhouette stepped inside your propped open door. Your mood brightened a bit, as Leon approached you with a wide smile. A large box was situated in his arms, but he placed it beside the box that you had just placed. 

“How many more boxes do we have left?” You groan, falling backwards to lay down on the cool floor underneath you. 

“Three more.” The blonde answered, sitting down beside your legs. 

You flop your limbs down dramatically, and the aching muscles in your arms and legs throbbed a bit more. “I don’t think I can pick up another box, Leon.” You mumble from your place on the ground. “My limbs feel like JELLO.”

Leon smirked, leaning over towards you, azure irises glinting mischievously “That’s normally a good thing, is not?” He teased. 

Your face flushes a bit at his innuendo, but you also roll your eyes at his perverted joke. “Not this time, I feel like I’ve been carrying bricks all day.” 

He pats your knee sympathetically, a smirk replaced with an affectionate smile. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll grab the remaining boxes.” 

You nod your head lazily, grinning a bit at the sight of his large hand upon your knee. A silver band, one that matched yours, shone in the light. The ring was almost as gorgeous as your husband, but nothing could beat those baby blues and ashy blonde locks. He rose to his feet, leaning back a bit to pop his back, before making his way back out the door.

With a small grunt, you also stand, but this time to survey the rest of the apartment. Leon had accepted the job offer at Raccoon City a bit last-minute, and only had a week to move all of his stuff across the country. It also didn’t help that you guys had just came back from your Honeymoon just days ago. 

Your husband was a bit reckless, as you had known for quite a while. 

You toe off the gym shoes that you had been wearing previously, feeling the smooth floor through your thin socks. The apartment that you had both chosen wasn’t the best, since he had just graduated from the police academy and you were working full-time as a bartender before moving. Neither of you had the combined funds to afford anything nicer than a single-bedroom apartment, not that you needed anything better anyway. 

The single bedroom was quite spacious, big enough for a Queen sized bed and a bit of wiggle room. Leon promised to set up the bed later in the evening, but something told you that you’d be sleeping on the air mattress tonight. 

You rub your eyes and yawn loudly; the weight of the long day beginning to take its toll. The fact that your blonde husband seemed to have enough energy to haul three more boxes was absurd to you, where on Earth did he get this strength from? It was most likely the police academy since he had spent months in breakneck physical training for it. 

With a growl of your stomach, you fish in your rear pocket to grab your beloved Blackberry. You had the hindsight to locate the best Chinese place in Raccoon City, since there was no way dinner was going to be made tonight. You hastily dial the number from your memory, thankful that you managed to get it right on the first try. 

You leave an order for your favorite dish, Leon had a tendency to eat wherever you were eating; so you got two of the same meal. The restaurant was only a 10-minute walk from your apartment, it would be a nice chance to go on an evening walk with your husband. You were sure he had a lot on his mind when it came to moving to a new city and starting a new job as an RPD officer. 

“Did you order food?” The familiar masculine voice asked from behind. 

You turn around, noticing Leon’s signature “puppy-dog” grin as he sets down a box at the bedroom door. If he had a tail, it would constantly be wagging. 

“Yeah, it’ll be ready in like, twenty minutes.” 

The blue-eyed man let out a soft cheer, walking over to you and hugging you close to his chest. You melt into his warm touch, not really caring that he was damp with sweat. You had been so busy with moving, and finding a new job in Raccoon City; that you hardly had enough time with your new husband. 

“I love you, y’know?” He cooed, hands gently brushing against your shoulders. 

You laugh breathlessly, leaning up to kiss his chapped pink lips. “I love you too, Mr. Kennedy.” 

This made Leon beam, every inch of his face lit up in pure joy, “-and you’re Mrs. Kennedy now.” He sounded extremely proud, which made you blush. His lips found every inch of your face, as he peppered all over your skin with light kisses.

This made you squeal, as you dramatically tried to fail out of his affectionate grip. “Leon!” You squeak, laughing at his goofy antics. “We have to go walk to pick up the food in a couple minutes! I don’t have time for your games!” 

This didn’t work, since now you found yourself being hoisted upwards with two strong arms. You yelp out loudly as your husband lifts you in a Fireman carry. “Put me down!” 

“Nope! My wife’s legs are sore, it’s the job of a police officer to serve his community!” He carried you out of the room, a strong arm preventing you from wiggling out. 

“I can still walk!” You protest, gently slapping your hand against his firm back. “The Chinese place is just ten minutes down the block.” 

As soon as Leon moves to open the door to the outside, he pauses and lets you slip out of his carry. “Fineeee, you win this time.” He whines, puckering his lower lip quite dramatically. 

You smile at him, which he quickly returns as you two head outside the apartment. The walk down the street was scenic, you could see the mountains of Arlkay county in the distance. The sun dipping below the jagged peaks gave them a magical orange glow. Long, calloused fingers snake between yours as you continue to walk. 

“I can’t believe we’re both here.” Your husband whispers dreamily. “I’m finally a police officer, I never thought I would get here.” 

“You made it, I knew you would.” You respond genuinely, squeezing his hand. “Wasn’t ever a doubt in my mind, Leon.” 

The small, closed-lip smile that scratches across his sunkissed face is one of pure pride. He dips his head slightly with a small chuckle, his spare hand slipping into the front pocket of his jeans. “To be honest, I was worried you wouldn’t follow me to Raccoon City. Since it was so sudden, and I hardly gave you time to prepare. I’m sorry.” 

You blink, a bit surprised at his apology, and you shake your head. “I would follow you to the ends of the Earth, sweetheart. That was the promise I made to you when we were at the altar.” You insist. “I would go with you, no matter what. There could be a zombie apocalypse tomorrow and I would still stick to your side.” 

Leon laughs, tightening his grip around your tiny hand. “I would follow you towards the apocalypse, Mrs. Kennedy.” 

You both laugh into the sunset, turning into the Chinese restaurant to pick up your first meal together as a married couple in Raccoon City. You were content with this life, nothing would ever change that, as long as you were with Leon.

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[creatively-cosmic]

Hi Starry, I’m back! :D

I’m glad you like the questions and that they aren’t annoying, because every bit of lore I read is like a taking a shot of dopamine lmao. And that picture of Fire getting a hug 🥹 brightened up my whole day. Trust me when I say that you guys reposting pictures and adding content to older ones isn’t obnoxious in the slightest. The art (at least for me) makes it easier to digest and form connections about the story in my head, plus y’alls art is great—who wouldn’t want to look at it? The lore/art in the last one was particularly interesting. (Like, young Red looks like such an polite, upstanding citizen and then you scroll down two pages and now it’s like “Tf you lookin crazy for”? Was that an implication that Steven had something to do with Red going missing/becoming Glitchy? And Leaf is funking DEAD?-)

Anyways, you know what that means! Question time: Leaf Edition!

The First (and most obvious) question: What happened to Leaf? Why is the homegirl dead? (Why was Leaf being dead, out of all the things I’ve seen so far, the one thing I wasn’t expecting?)

Second: What’s the relationship between Leaf, Fire and Blue? You said that Blue and Fire’s murder-suicide loop was spurred on by her death, so were they friends before she died? Did they see it?

And two smaller questions: How tall are the main four (Red, Blue, Fire, Leaf)? And do they have Pokémon Teams? If so, what are their teams looking like?

That’s all till next time! Have a good day/afternoon/night wherever you are!

TUMBLR FUCKING CRASHED HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING THIS ASK IM SO MAD FUCK. FUCKKK

We honestly can't thank you enough for all your questions, compliments, and just overall being a huge sweetheart. We're really happy you've been enjoying these, and whatever dopamine you get from seeing these, we probably get like. TENFOLD, just for seeing someone so interested, and giving us a chance to talk about this wild ride of a story. So really- thank you. This has been a delight!

This one is gonna be REALLY long (I have to rewrite fucking HALF OF IT now DAMMIT), as we want to talk on the stuff you crossed out, too.

(I'll put their heights and teams in a follow-up post btw, so watch for that.)

1. Red.

Young Red is an interesting point in time. See, he and Blue had a LOT in common- a lot more than you might think. Of course, Red was a good kid, genuinely- always so caring for his Pokemon, kind and passionate about them. He was polite to the people around him, and always soft spoken, when or if he spoke at all. The adults around Kanto and his hometown always adored him for how well mannered he seemed- a real role model, and stand up child. Just a bit shy.

In all truth though, Red moreso had a very strong mask. One that he only dropped, allowing himself to relax and act like himself around one person: his best friend, Blue.

Both of those boys were a lot more immature and competitive with each other- the main difference being Blue didn't hide it like Red did. They LOVED competing, always trying to one up each other in everything they did. When they were together, Red wasn't afraid to speak his mind, signing or whispering to his friend with a smug grin on his face. Around his friend, Red could really be himself, and they both loved it. Having so much fun, roughhousing and taking jabs and just being children around each other. A lot of people, when seeing this, would assume Blue- who was always rude and a bit more standoffish- was a bad influence, but really, the two couldn't be happier than they were with each other.

... When you spend God knows how long, trapped in a dimension with no human life, desperate and angry with unholy forces eating away at your mind, will, and sanity. Let's just say masking doesn't end up staying a necessary skill. A good portion of why Red being Like That now is honestly? Just because he just gave up on trying to make himself presentable.

He has bigger problems now than worrying about how people see him, anyways.

2. Steven.

I'll try to keep this short, as the Strangled Red elements of this story could warrant it's own post entirely.

To put it simply: Steven is, in part, directly responsible for Red's fate.

It wasn't HIS decision, mind you. He barely even thinks for himself anymore. But there were things that wanted Red, and Steven is very suggestible when it takes the right approach. So it lays itself out so simply.

Red trusted Steven, after all. Idolized him. Missed him. Would follow him anywhere. What better possible option could there be?

Of course Steven is the one to drown that boy on the coast of Cinnabar.

3. Leaf. (cw for animal death.)

Finally, the star of the show for this ask (as if this isn't long enough already). I can see why the information for her is more supriding as we haven't posted as much for her, which. We do feel bad about- our ability and motivation to make art for her was severely hindered by our struggle (I'm talking MONTHS) to make a design for her that we were happy with. Her story is WELL figured out, though, so we're glos we get to discuss! And now that her design is actually finalized, there should be more visual stuff for her coming.

So what happened?

Well! As is the entire premise of Missing Numbers, each major individual is based off of various Pokepastas. The easiest way to answer that is one of two of Leaf's sources:

Abandoned Loneliness.

But first, we have to go further back.

Fire was not the only Vessel made by the Almighty.

... He was the first, and the favorite. But he wasn't the only one. Leaf was the other.

Once Fire had come to Palette town, the next Game was set to begin any time now. But as the Almighty looked down on the world, He looked back at the others that had been built, and realized that the new Kanto was missing something. An alternative option. Though He was reluctant to change the structure of the world, it was, by all means, an improvement, and something the Players would expect after the past Generations.

She was less meticulously made than her brother. She kept her Heart and Mind about her, as there wasn't time, nor was it safe, to rid her of them like Fire. She would serve well enough as a Vessel regardless- and she did, as when the Game began, Leaf was chosen as the player's Avatar. (Not quite what the Almighty had expected, but the choice had been given for a reason, so it would be foolish to change anything now...)

Blissfully unaware of the nature of her existence, Leaf proceeded to go on a triumphant adventure through Kanto.

This is a good time, before we get back to the tragedy, to answer your second question!

Leaf, Blue, and Fire's dynamic changed throughout their journey through Kanto. At the beginning, let's just say things were... Tense.

Fire acted hollow, in the beginning, as he was meant to. Genuinely, it was fully expected that he'd be chosen as the players Avatar. So without it, he was left... Quiet and cold. It seemed he didn't care for anyone- not Blue, nor his sister.

Blue, meanwhile, was NOT in a good headspace. But at this point, after about two years passed since Red's dissapearance, he'd learned to hide those feelings. The people of Palette town, including his Rivals, knew him as this bitter, irritable person, resentful towards the world for incomprehensible reasons.

Leaf was the only "normal" one, basically. A cheerful, excited girl, whose heart bled for everyone she cared about and always tried to stand for the right thing. She didn't know where she came from... She had no memories of her life before "Red" and Hazel (Fire's mother) Yuuji found her, seemingly abandoned in the tall grass just outside of Palette Town, under the falling autumn leaves. Taken in as a part of their family, she grew attracted quickly, her loyalty and love and impulsive need to protect coming to be what she was known for.

With all this given, when the journey started. Leaf HATED Blue- he seemed to despise and bully her brother more than anyone. Blue didn't like Leaf much either, but wasn't as harsh towards her as he was Fire. Fire was as... Neutral as ever. But he silently followed the two once they went out, almost as if he wanted to watch over them. Ensure their safety.

As the journey continued, over time, away from the stuffiness of their hometown, the three started to grow closer. Maybe the fresh air was doing Blue good. Maybe Leaf was learning more about the world. Maybe Fire's deep brown eyes were growing warmer.

Somehow, a death was the tipping point for all of them to finally become friends. It's absurd, how grief was the thing driving them apart, but ultimately went to bring them together.

When Blue's Raticate died, he quickly fell back to his lowest point. Angry and hateful and heartbroken, lashing out, and ultimately running away. ... But it put everything in perspective. Through all her guilt (it was in a fight against her, after all, that the Raticate had been so severely injured), Leaf suddenly understood why Blue had been so horrible before: he was mourning. And he needed someone. It didn't make her forgive him, but it made her extend a hand.

And for once, knelt over the grave of a lost Pokemon, Blue accepted it. From that act of kindness, Blue genuinely began to get along with the others, and slowly, the trio came to be friends- all the way up to and after the Championship, where despite losing again, Blue felt closer to the others than ever.

... It seems in this world, good things don't last.

The events of Abandoned Loneliness happened several months after Leaf became champion. When revisiting Raticate's grave with Blue, Leaf came across a peculiar Pokemon- a horribly sickly little Eevee, too weak to even cry. Leaf had never been the kind to leave a Pokemon in need to fend for itself- kindly, she took the little stray into her care, determined to nurse it back to health.

The properties of Glitched or Corrupted Pokemon aren't something I need to dive into right now this is already ungodly long. What's important is that the Eevee was not a natural Pokemon. It should've been dead.

It always starts with a Pokemon that should've been dead.

Let's just say... Everything unraveled from there. Fully explaining what the events of Abandoned Loneliness translates to in Missing Numbers isn't something I have the energy to write at the moment (this is so long and I've been putting off finishing it cause I'm still mad all my initial writing got deleted >_<).

The important part comes down to Leaf's demise at the hands of this "curse." Bonded to that sickly little Eevee, when the world pushed her to put it out of its misery- voices of the damned screaming, unbearable, suffocating, demanding she DO IT DO IT DO IT, you can't bear to watch it suffer anymore, after all... The destiny bond it held her in dragged her down with it.

Nobody witnessed her death. She was alone and isolated at the foot of a mountain. She thought she could solve everything herself. Thought she could handle it all.

Her body was only found days later, curled up on the ground, rotting blood seeping from her eyes, with the body of the poor little Eevee in her arms. Trapped and suffocated by the hands that killed it. It was far too late. To maje it worse, her friends were the first to know of her death.

Fire was the one who found her body, after all.

Leaf's demise was a SEVERE breaking point, and unlike Fire, she didn't get a chance to be revived by God. Her modern presence in the world was not... Authorized, let's just say. Leaf had to claw and fight to keep hold of herself and climb back to existence in ways unprecedented, and believed to be impossible. But despite being a corrupted entity, her body was stable. And so, rather than Smite her as he would other Glitches, the Almighty decided to make good of an unintended situation: He could make use of her. A man on the inside is a powerful tool, after all.

So long as He kept her anger for her fate targeted towards the "true" threats.

I could keep going but I've babbled on way too much already for this post lol. I'm so sorry about the delay on this one- life REALLY got in the way. And Tumblr's buggy ass mobile app 💀

hopefully i can elaborate more without any crashing in the next round if there is one ashfshf

#i plan to keep doing this according to questions we get so we keep posting like. Jusst based on interest #that being said i would LOVEEE to talk about the biology mechanics and nature of Glitches (bats my eyes) #it'd help put a lot more in context probably #anyways. leaf has issues #genuinely i was planning to recount the full story of how she ended up. like that but #im so tired dude tumblr fucking up really took the energy out of this response after a point #anything else you want me to explain or elaborate on u know you just gotta shoot an ask though okayyyyyy #missing numbers

[kay-elle-cee]

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What I love about you:

*opens scroll 📜 * *opens powerpoint* *excel spreadsheet* <- since you excel in writing 😏

*clears throat* it all started in the early 1600’s Little Kelsey was just a KC a little nugget in a world full of Snape’s…. Oh gosh that would be worse than a zombie apocalypse 😬, a-and oh dear I promised myself I would get emotional 🤧 I need a minute (and $10,000 deposited into my bank account bi-weekly for the rest of my life 👀).

Where was I? Oh yes, young KC she’s the angst to my pain. She puts the I in ibfibg, (yoo, I just realized without the I it’s bfgf, it’s like you manifested James and Lily being endgame in the story. Shocked pikachu face 🫢)

I no longer will complain by the amount of angst in her fic— ok well I still will complain because 🤨 missy, that’s my heart on the line! But fine, it’s yours you’ve stabbed it plenty of times anyways I’m immune to the pain by now 😒. Oh is that a dagger, I suppose give it your best shot.

ANYWAYS,

1. The love of angst I believe that solidifies a bond, that being said send ibfibg to a certain Mr.K, no I’m not talking about Kelloggs if that’s what you’re asking. (Did you see a bookmark on ibfibg? Someone who isn’t a mutual may have added a note on there. I wouldn’t know cause I didn’t do it)

2. You are the proudest HUFFLEPUFF that I’ve ever met, but you hide in the shadows with the Slytherins out of fear of being outcasted. Need not worry, friend I know the truth 😉

3. Sense of humor is always 🤌🏽 plus the way you enjoy putting Lily through pain and adding 🙂 to your fics I know I’ll end up like 😭 and I know your not sorry at least your honest 🥹🥹

1600s???? HOW OLD DO YOU THINK I AM NENA ANON?

Just kidding. Thank you so so so much for all your lovely words (all the time, not just here!) I just read the bookmark on ibfibg and I'm CACKLING oh my god 😂 The highest of high praise!

I find it so funny that you're on a single-handed mission to prove I'm a Hufflepuff while I'm just a normal, average (non-evil) Slytherin. Cursed Child has it's major problems but Scorpius Malfoy is a little Slytherin cinnamon roll I'll treasure to the end of my DAYS. (also no shade to Hufflepuffs! My bff group is split 2 Hufflepuffs and 2 Slytherins, like a buddy system)

Thank you again so much Nena Anon <3 This gave me quite a good giggle! I promise (warn?) there is more angst on the way, and I hope you enjoy it!

#asked and answered #answers anonymous #but really #nena-96

[nifaswriting]

hello hello!! i just found your blog recently but i already adore your writing! the "love is" series is definitely one of my faves <33 could i ask for a scenario or headcanons for law with a m!s/o who's just as touch starved as he is? (law definitely tries to hide that about himself though-) ty and have a nice day!! ;w;/

Hello dearest ! I apologize for the delay, I got extremely busy && life is being so stressful recently, I just didn't have the time && motivation to write before now, but your little ask made me so happy && I always love writing for Law, he's one of my favorites ! ♡ Thank you so much for your kind words !

I made you some headcanons && a little thing at the end, I hope you'll like it ! Please, enjoy && have a wonderful day yourself ! ♡

Law with a touch starved m!s/o :

These two are unbelievable, really, and Law almost completely denying that he is touch starved just leaves everyone like

"Captain, are you serious ?"

The crew can't with them anymore : the longing silent stares they exchange all the time && the way their fingers brush sometimes are getting too much to handle to the point they all rather leave them alone

Law has a hard time being overly affectionate in front of others anyway, even though he'd love to

He just can't ! mostly because, be real, he has a reputation to keep and a very long broom up his ass

But once they're alone, oh my lord

He is unable to detach himself from his boyfriend, even for a short minute, he wants all the affection he has to give

Of course, he's finding all the right excuses to avoid any suspicion

"I'm just tired && you're comfortable." when he lies on him or "I'm cold && you're oddly warm." when he keeps the other man close at night

He's horrible with expressing how he feels, but good thing he's easier to read than it seems

Oh, I'm talking about Law, but his dear lover is no better !

I was talking about fingers brushing, well he's more than likely the one initiating them

Sometimes, they're sitting next to each other && their hands are close && his lover hesitates for a mere second before just

Going for it because he really really wants to hold Law's hand && he can’t stop himself

Law usually flinches slightly when their skins touch before relaxing && sometimes he even is the one intertwining their fingers ♡

"FOR ROGER'S SAKE, JUST KISS ALREADY" -> Me, Penguin, Shachi, && all the Heart Pirates

Speaking about kisses... They last forever with these two, really

One of them just starts kissing the other && it’s over for the next forty minutes, even longer sometimes

Just... very long kissing && make out sessions...

They just both want it so bad, they can’t stop ♡

Late night. the time when all secrets unveiled along with the deepest, strongest && most burning desires. And love... There in the darkness, chest to chest, heart to heart, mouths running against one another, soft, gentle. It’s only a mere touch, then suddenly it deepens, gets passionate before becoming a delicate brush again. That’s just how it has been for the past twenty minutes, and none of them seem to get bored of it. They could go for hours, days, spend entire evenings in each other’s arms, kissing, cuddling. So simple yet it means so much to them. The clearest solution to all that missed affection. “Law...” it’s only a whisper of the surgeon’s name between two breaths taken, enough to send shivers down his spine. “(Name).” is replied with the same intensity, the same loving voice. “Are you alright ?” There’s a smile brightening the other male’s face. Whoever said Trafalgar Law wasn’t a good guy probably never tried to know him all that well. Because, as subtle as it is, the so called Surgeon of Death appears to be the most caring person (Name) has ever known in his entire life. Who would have known ? “I’m good.” he responds, humming as his lips linger against Law’s cheek. “I love you.” Said cheek gets tinted with the softest pink hue at that. Hopefully, the darkness is shielding Law’s embarrasment, though it wouldn’t be too much of a problem if it was to be revealed. Not when he’s with him. “I love you too.” Everything just feels right.

#nifawrites #trafalgar law imagine #trafalgar law headcanons #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law #one piece law #law one piece #law headcanons #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law x male!reader #male reader #one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #trafalgar law imagines

[silverbladexyz]

Omggg I saw your post about how you write for Yukito and I’m literally so happy cuz that man barely has any fanfics on him but anyways can I request hcs of Yukito noticing his fem or gn s/o who is sassy/bitchy with everyone else is an absolute softie to him and only him?<3

Omgg my first ever Yukito request! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy! ^-^

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: None

Ayatsuji with an S/O who is soft only to him

-I feel like when you two first met, he didn't really mind your personality. Sure, you may be slightly irritating sometimes, but your sassiness was refreshing for him since he finds people to be dull and simple-minded

-Sometimes Ayatsuji might start banters with you for fun. Even when you could never win an argument against him, it still puts a smile on his face hearing your witty comebacks and attitude. To other people, seeing you two banter is great fun, and it actually brightens up Tsujimura's day

-When you became his s/o, the banters had significantly decreased. Sure, even though he sometimes would tease you to get a response, there aren't as much playful arguments anymore not saying that they have disappeared though

-He absolutely LOVES it when you explain a case to the 'dim-witted' people and watches as you add some sass and flair into your explanation. Ayatsuji actually feels proud watching you indirectly call the other people stupid but in a much more stylish way

-But over time, he notices how you acted quite differently around him. To others, you were your usual sassy and witty self, but to him you were caring and... soft?

-Ayatsuji couldn’t really register this sudden change in personality, but since he’s a genius I’m pretty sure he could figure it out quickly. You were soft to him and him only, and that made his heart beat quicker when he realised the truth

-When you’re soft around him, he might tease you a little, but not too much. He loves your soft side, and him being the only person you were soft to just makes him slightly softer inside too. You might find him being more tender and loving towards you a few weeks or months later

-Soft Ayatsuji is a rarity; a diamond among the dirt. That being said, it’s not impossible for him to be soft, so in your soft moments with him, nothing is said; but the silence speaks louder than words. There’s a love that shows it’s bond clearly, and it is almost impossible to severe

-Ayatsuji is soft to you and only you too <3

@pixyys @pianotross @nekokinax @xxelfmamaxx @yuugen-benni @lakeside-paradise @yukitomybeloved @irethepotato @arisu-chan4646 @voyagewiththesatan @catzlivedforbsd

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #ayatsuji x reader #ayatsuji yukito x reader #yukito x reader #silverbladexyz

[intheticklecloset]

for the cozy happy hour, could I request a kaminari deku snowball fight that dissolves into a tickle fight? not sure if you're accepting mha requests this time around, so it's okay if not! thanks anyway

“Yeet!”

Kaminari ducked as the snowball sailed overhead. He stared incredulously at his friend. “Did you seriously just yell ‘yeet’?”

Deku laughed. “Yeah!”

“Dork,” Kami muttered, then gathered up a mega snowball and threw it at the greenette. “Yeet!”

“See? It’s fun to say!”

The snowballs continued to fly for another minute before finally one connected – right in Deku’s face. He toppled to the ground, clutching his cheek.

“Oh my gosh!” Kami yelped, scrambling over to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit your face! Are you okay?”

Deku groaned. “Oww…”

The blonde felt awful. “I’m sorry! Why don’t we go back inside? I’ll make you some hot chocolaaaaAAA HEHEHEHEY STAHAHAHAP!!”

With a victorious grin, Deku grabbed onto Kami’s sides and squeezed rapidly, gradually pushing his friend back into the snow. “Gotcha! This is what you get for hitting me in the face! We said no headshots, remember?”

“I knohohohohow! I’m sohohohohorry, Midoriyahahahaha!” The sparky blonde screeched, giggling hysterically at the light, teasing touches that were gradually traveling up to his ribs. “Plehehehease! This isn’t fahahahahair!”

“Too bad~” Deku giggled.

Kami lit up his quirk and grabbed onto the greenette’s ribs, tasing him with his tickle shocks and making the poor boy scream and fall back so their positions were reversed. The blonde wasted no time hopping onto his waist and tickling all over his torso wildly in retaliation.

“Your turn, you goofball!” he laughed, enjoying the way Deku’s entire face lit up with his cackles, brightening the very air around them. “Think you can tickle me and get away with it? You’re not even really hurt, are you?”

“Nohohohoho!” Deku squealed, kicking weakly, snow flying into the air around his feet. “Kami, lehehehehehet me gohohohoho!”

“In a minute.” His friend traveled down to his hips and kneaded as best he could through the layers he wore, but it was worth it to watch him panic, eyes lighting up despite himself at the much more ticklish sensations.

“Nahahahahaha! Kami, that’s reheheheheheally not fahahahahahair! Not my hihihihihihips!”

“I dunno, Midoriya,” Kaminari teased, shooting him a wink as he tickled even faster, making him screech once again. “I kind of like winning, and I’m much better at tickle fights than snowball fights, so…”

The two of them took turns laughing for a long time after that, eventually retreating back into the dorms for hot chocolate when they were both exhausted from the fun day.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #quick prompts #coffee shots #happy hour event #bnha #mha #kaminari #deku #midoriya #tickling #ticklish #tickle #how have i never used yeet in a fic before lol

[applecrumbledore]

hi! Is it too late to say why and how your writing is special? Because, uh, I LOVE IT SO MUCH. You’re my favorite spn writer. A few others come very close, but you take first place easy. Your fics are consistently delightful. It’s like at the end of each sentence I’m _feeling_ something, and feeling it strongly, something I dont know how to describe. It’s more than angst (I really like angst).

In 2 or 3 sentences, you’ve made me feel like Sam or Dean, you’ve given me an outlook on the whole situation (and it usually hits like a ton of bricks). Seeing you posted a story (like just now) really brightens my day.

To go on a quick tengent about how special your writing is : you have reignited my age-old dream of being a writer myself. I wish I could paint a picture/an emotion as well as you, write reactions and feelings that feel so realistic to the reader. (Simultaneously, I despair of ever being able to use words so beautifully and efficiently, so I keep putting it off).

Anyway, I’m so thankful to have become an spn fan at a moment where I can enjoy your stories!! Thank you so much for sharing your work. All the best ❤️

sorry this took me a while to reply, it was overwhelmingly sweet, haha. I'm glad you like my writing, it always makes me so happy when people describe it as efficient or economical (the 2-3 sentences thing). and it makes me even happier to hear that you want to write!!

you can do it, and you should, if it's something you want to do!! nobody's BORN good at anything, it's all practice. obviously everyone knows that, but I think we forget when it comes to art, like starting and getting better is insurmountable. I've been writing my whole life, and for most of that, I sucked. even if we're just talking about fic, my work got zero play and negative reviews constantly! because I wasn't good! which is fine!! and then I just kept writing, and reading (so important-- real books, not just fic) and learned more about what I want to read and thus what I want to write, and I found a style out of that.

you just gotta start doing it, and it's never too late. everyone is learning forever. my husband makes fun of me for having a bad vocabulary and not knowing the definitions of super simple words (it's true) and I'm constantly editing and re-editing my work because I lean on the same few turns of phrase and the same lazy verbs. it's all just practice. anyway thank you and ganbatte

#sorry to talk at you!!! #ronanswers