#iris lover anon

[marshmallowprotection]

Hello, Kait! This is very specific but I woke up from my nap and my imagination chose angst—

So let's say instead of being his game tester, MC is Ray's assistant. She's a Mint Eye believer who began to admire him for his hard work and devotion to paradise, trying her best to get closer to him. At first, Ray is hesitant, but accepts the affection offered to him anyway, and sooner rather than later they both end up developing romantic feelings for each other.

Their love grows stronger than their blind "faith" in Mint Eye and the savior, and watching the other take the elixir (and suffer the consequences) goes from something "painful but necessary" to something unbearable, neither of them can stand idly by while the other sufferd.

Just like in his route, Ray starts keeping secrets and lying to the savior to prevent MC from drinking the elixir and/or being taken to the basement. For her part, MC begins to believe that the best thing for Ray would be to take him away from Magenta. Of course Rika finds out, locks and tortures Ray in the basement and Suit Saeran wakes up.

Suit Saeran fails to break MC's spirit or convince her to go back to being the obedient believer she once was, so she ends up in the basement after the most painful cleansing ceremony she's ever had. As happens in BR2, Saeran/Ray decides to free her, apologizing for not being able to make her happy and drugs her with sleeping pills to take her to an unknown apartment, far from Magenta.

Two, maybe three years go by, and MC remains in the same apartment living a relatively "normal" life, managing to get a job and going to therapy, but of course dealing with PTSD after all that happened. Nor has she been able to forget Ray or Saeran, she still loves them and lives with the constant anguish of not knowing their whereabouts. She would like to believe that they managed to escape Mint Eye on their own and are free, but the looming possibility that they have died haunts her every day, preventing her from truly being happy.

Then, a day like any other, she decides to go for ice cream and finds those mint eyes that she adores so much. Even with red hair, the face of her loved ones is unmistakable. It's a dream, MC thinks, it has to be, but she can't take her eyes off him, afraid that if she does, this apparition will disappear. Their eyes meet and they both get uncomfortable, MC doesn't know whether to run away or get closer, while SE Saeran doesn't understand why this stranger looks at him like... like Saeyoung looked at him (and sometimes still does) when they met again.

MC has a nervous breakdown and runs away, but later, much later, after calming down, she finds herself crying again, but this time with relief. Regardless of who the host was, he's alive, alive and out of Mint Eye, looking healthier than ever, and for the first time in a long time MC can say she's feeling genuinely happy. She's oblivious to the news about the fall of Mint Eye because she stays away from that type of media, since it can overwhelm her, that's the reason why the whole situation takes her so by surprise. However, even though she feels selfish in doing so, she tries to approach SE Saeran once more, see his face and hear his voice once more, or so she tells herself but they continue to meet until they form a somewhat strange but lovable friendship.

MC discovers that the body's new host calls himself 'Saeran', but knows that this Saeran is not the same as she once knew. She becomes more and more curious about him, and at some point her friendly affection turns into something romantic, but not because SE Saeran looks and sounds identical to the men she loved, but because of himself, she falls in love with that boy whose life persists despite the countless number of times his heart has been broken, the lover of clouds and ice cream, the Saeran Choi in front of her.

SE Saeran reciprocates her feelings, but neither of them do anything about it, no, they are both too scared, at least at first. SE Saeran is afraid of hurting MC and MC is afraid that Saeran will think she sees him as a replacement. It gets to the point where MC can no longer deal with her emotions and has a talk with SE Saeran where she tells him everything, about her being a former Mint Eye believer, about what happened with Ray and the other Saeran, about her feelings for he. It's a complicated, painful conversation to have, but also necessary. I think SE Saeran would be surprised, but also that he is vaguely aware of Suit Saeran's existence, though not Ray's.

Probably not at that moment, but they both establish an unspoken relationship, there are no labels but they both know that they love each other, what they have is not "normal", but it's theirs and it makes them happy.

Then SE Ray and Grave wake up. I think Ray would feel very contradicted, on the one hand, he still loves MC, he still considers her his princess, and now they are both free, but... But this is no longer his life, he's no longer the host, SE Saeran is, and MC is his partner. A part of him is so desperate to hug and kiss MC, tell her how much he loves her, try to make up for lost time and enjoy the time they now have, but the other part of him feels like a nuisance and doesn't want to be, nor he wants to hurt SE Saeran and MC because of his selfish feelings, he wants to get away from her but he's dying to stay too. Grave is another story... The guilt for everything he did to MC persists and he would try to avoid her like the plague, not believing himself worthy of even thinking about her, very similar to what SE Saeran feels towards Iris at the beginning of your fic (Which I love, btw!).

This is how I think they would react, but they are technically your OCs, so I would like to know how you think they would act in such a situation.

Aaaand.... That's all! I'm so sorry this is so long, but my imagination + Saeran Choi = Infodump.

Oh, wow, you came up with a whole story idea! Spoilers for Iris, my Assistant Unknown story below!

As you know, one of the most dramatic revelations in that story is the realization that you meant something to Ray without realizing it. You didn’t know him and he never truly got a chance to know you… and by the time he returns, you’ve discovered how to live a new life with someone else… someone like him but someone new. He's afraid of what that means and what might go wrong now but you, their Iris, you understand without even trying, and smile at him. 

My favorite part of that story was trying to add in tidbits sprinkled throughout the story until the revelation was shoved in your face all together and there was nothing you could do but begin to cry. That was so fun to do because nobody go the hints until they sprang out at the end!

Now, your idea is an entirely different concept altogether! What if you had known Ray? What if your story followed the opposite? Where you know Ray and Suit Saeran, but you meet SE Saeran who doesn't get who you are except for maybe a whisper of something that the other Saeran, in this particular case, Grave since that's my take on SE Suit Saeran... has to say.

He doesn't know you... but you knew them.

I think you could make something really enticing out of this but wow would it be such a very long concept to write about. There are just so many details that it would take much longer than the time I have to answer this question to completely flesh out. But, for the sake of your fantasy, let me at least to give you my take on what those two would feel about this specific situation.

In this case, what Grave guilty about isn't shooting the MC, since, as you know, Grave's concept is tied with my MC... and his guilt more or less stems from him not knowing who fired the gun at V that day... it could've been him or SE Saeran... and it hit Lila instead because she wanted to stop them from making a mistake. In this case, your MC is tortured by Mint Eye and he knows its his fault.

Similar to how we know him in my story, I imagine in this situation he would definitely go out of his way to avoid you. It's not your fault. It'll never be your fault. It's his fault you got hurt in the first place and he wants nothing more than to stay away from you because getting close to him is only going to destroy you in the end. He won't ruin anything you have with the other two if you make something with them.

He would be a supportive of that, and he would even do his best to make sure those two are protected when it comes to you… but… 

I just can't see him being willing to open up to you for a very long time. If you’re patient with him and make sure that he is allowed the boundaries he needs to stay safe then you don't need to worry about anything. Give him time to realize and recognize that you forgive him. He did a lot of bad things and he wants to hold himself accountable, so don't tell him that he didn't do anything wrong.

Acknowledge that he did something wrong and understand that he needs time to forgive himself regardless of how you feel. It's going to take a long time before he's able to hold you… However, understand one thing and one thing alone, when he's ready to open a door for you, he'll press his hand against yours when you're sitting five feet apart on the couch. 

SE Ray... God.

It's complicated with him because not only would he want to fall back into bad habits, he would feel like he doesn't belong in your life anymore. It's not just because you've already made a relationship with SE Saeran… It's because you're living in a world that hasn't had him in it for so long that he doesn't deserve to come back.

There's nothing he wants more than to treat you like royalty and make sure you have everything he wasn't able to give you before, but he understands very well that he might not be what you want anymore and he needs to learn how to not put you on a pedestal. 

You would need to be careful with him because of what you went through if only because the minute you allow him back in and you don't have a conversation about communication, he's going to think that he needs to be the person he was when you were together in that place. He's going to think you want him to take care of you and you alone. You're going to have to communicate with him and help him understand that you want to be equals, you don't just want to be on top of the world while he's underneath you. 

More than anything, what's going to hold him back in this situation is Big it's secure and afraid that you won't want to be with him because you already have Saeran. 

SE Saeran...

I think this concept is very interesting for him because I genuinely don't know what would happen to him in a situation where he is face to face with somebody who wasn't his assistant but was the assistant of those who came before him. It would be difficult for him to get close to you because he's fully aware that whatever happened to you in the past is not something he can remember and he can't make up for whatever happened if he doesn't know what happened with the other two. 

Because that's exactly what would happen to him, he would want to make up for what they did but that's not something he can do. Those two have to hold themselves accountable when they come back and talk to you about it, he has a completely different relationship with you than they do. It would just make for an interesting line of communication at the end of the day because you have a relationship that is so vastly different with all three of them, and yet you love them all the same just as they love you. 

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[irisintheafterglow]

hi iris i hope u have been well!!

wanted to request a little fluff/mutual pining moment between Satoru and reader who's also an instructor but they only ever get to see eachother during exchange events/higher up meetings/a mission every now and then (it's not for a lack of wanting to pursue eachother but neither of them have put in the effort bc they're both have commitment issues and deem themselves unworthy of trying) i think it would be soooo cute and i'm just dying to see Satoru and reader's students tease them about their VERY obvious chemistry... and hopefully something finally coming out of it in the end :-)

hehe thank u so much and as always you're the best!!

i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this!

wc: 2.6k

cw/tags: coworkers to lovers, idiots in love, reader and gojo have no idea what they're doing, swearing, mentions of drinking, fluffy fluffy fluff

note: hi anon! thank you so much for the ask, hope you like it!! i definitely got a little carried away writing it just because it's such a cute premise lol

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated !!

A piece of paper slides inconspicuously into your peripheral vision and it takes all of your willpower not to smirk. With equal nonchalance, you carefully peek under the ripped corner of the meeting agenda and can’t help smiling at the message scrawled on it. 

We’re drinking after this (not optional). 

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye and see him leaning back in his office chair, arms crossed and looking like he’d rather be dipping his limbs in molten lava. Even with his blindfold, you can see the boredom in his expression and you bite your tongue to keep from laughing. His inability to appear professional was going to be the death of you both. 

“Gojo, are you listening?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah,” he says with blatant dishonesty that makes you bite your bottom lip and carefully observe the dusty ceiling tiles. “I was just in…deep thought.” He tastes the last two words like philosophies to be pondered and it suddenly becomes much harder to continue to have a blank expression. Their first mistake was picking a verbal fight with him. 

“Deep thought about what?” Their second mistake was letting him keep talking.  

“Ah, you know, the usual things.” You can feel his attention flick to you for a moment and it gives him a wave of confidence to continue to be a little pest at a meeting neither of you wanted to be attending. It was his favorite pastime, after all, to get you to smile at his shenanigans despite the bullshit you were hearing. “The meaning of life, the wonders of love,” he begins before his volume drops so that only you could hear it, “Why this couldn’t have been a fucking email–”

“What was that?” You suppress a snort into your fist and take a sip of water, hoping the other meeting attendees couldn’t see that you were tearing up from trying not to laugh. The angry-faced higher up scowls at him, catching the biting tone but not his words. Satoru merely smiles innocently, like every utterance was of the purest and most amicable intentions. 

“Nothing,” he sings and you cough into your sleeve to hide a laugh. The other higher ups with their ugly suits and balding heads look at you curiously, but all you can see is Satoru’s shit-eating grin from beside you. “I’m just worried for you, is all.” The higher-up at the front of the room scoffs, still believing the show. 

“Worried? For me?”

“Mhmm,” he nods, his brows drawn in fake concern. “I just know you don’t have a lot of time left on this plane and, well, wonder why you’re choosing to spend it here,” he states with a vague gesture around the musty room. An embarrassing noise of amusement escapes from your throat and you try in vain to regain your composure, only to fall into a fit of uncontrollable coughing. Satisfied with his achievement, he abruptly stands from his chair and pulls yours away from the desk. “My work here is finished. We’re leaving.” His finger gently taps your shoulder twice and you obey, standing and heading for the door while he pushes in your chair behind you. The official at the front of the room has turned beet-red.

“The arrogance of you two–”

“We’re done here. If you say anything important, Ijichi will tell me. I doubt the possibility, though,” Satoru states with finality, opening the door for you and shooting the room of stunned officials one last smirk. Too lazy to walk through the winding halls or take the snail-paced elevator, a flick of your wrist opens a portal into an alley on the side of the building. Your colleague lets out a whistle of approval as your shoes cross from dirty carpet to asphalt, finally taking in fresh air after hours of sitting in the stale conference room. The moon shines in all of its winter glory and you shiver against the welcome chill, comforted by the chatter of the city’s nightlife. “Still up for that drink?”

“As long as you’re buying it,” you reply. “I’m gonna call the kids first and let them know I’m out.”

“Tell them I say hi,” he says without missing a beat, leaning against a nearby wall to wait for you to finish. Utahime picks up after two rings. 

“Hello? Ah, you’re finally done. That’s great!” Your coworker’s voice temporarily becomes muffled while she answers questions of who she’s talking to, followed by a chorus of your name imploring you to come back. “Everyone, say hi!” Your beloved students greet you enthusiastically and you smile at their enthusiasm. “Will you be on your way soon?”

“In a little,” you say, slightly sheepish as your eyes flick over to the man behind you. “I’m gonna get a drink.”

“You’re going by yourself?” 

“Not exactly,” you answer slowly and the realization hits Utahime as she breaks out into a lecture on how Satoru isn’t good enough for you. “Easy, easy. It’s just a drink, nothing else.” Your whispered attempts to placate your friend’s indignance prove futile and you settle for letting her get all of her complaints out. 

“He’s a no-good playboy with a rock for a brain and a chatterbox of a mouth, you idiot,” she concludes after her lengthy rant. “I don’t want you getting hurt because he’s too scared to make any commitments.”

“I’m not making any commitments either, Utahime,” you remind her and you can imagine her rolling her eyes from the other side of the line. “It’s just a drink,” you reiterate, but you still hear her grunt of disapproval. “I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?”

“Mhmm,” she responds skeptically. “Don’t do anything dumb.” 

“Love you too, Utahime,” you laugh, hanging up the phone and sticking it back in your pocket. “Alright, let’s go,” you call to Satoru, who eagerly pushes off the wall and drags you out of the alley. “We haven’t eaten, so we’re getting dinner too.” 

“Whatever you want,” he grins. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t harbor some sort of romantic affections toward Satoru, but you were also resigned to the fact that you’d never act on it. He was the most powerful human being on the planet; how could you be worthy of loving such a man? Still, in times like this, where it was just the two of you walking hand-in-hand to who knows where, your mind tended to drift into thoughts of what could be if you weren’t in this line of work. It would be nice to love him, that’s all. Yeah, it’d be really nice to love him. 

You couldn’t explain any of this to your students the next morning, though, when they interrogated you on who you were with the entire night. When you let his name slip, the shock in the room was palpable. 

“See, I knew you guys had a thing for each other!” Miwa points her sword at you accusingly, far more fired up than you’d ever seen her before. “I thought I was the only one who noticed how he looked at you!”

“There is nothing of the sort, so I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you counter, pushing the sheathed blade to the side. Your other students fight back with full force. 

“It’s so obvious that he likes you,” Mai says, like it’s an insult. “Teasing you all the time? Making excuses to crash your meetings?”

“Bringing you lunch if he’s within a fifty mile radius of our campus,” Nishimiya adds and her classmates nod in agreement. “Do you know how many times I’ve caught him trying to surprise you by air?”

“That could be just part of a working relationship,” you argue, but they’re relentless. “How would you know anything about his intentions? Maybe he’s just being nice!”

“I believe his intentions with you are, indeed, romantic,” Kamo reiterates and you groan, hiding your burning face in your hands. “I can’t say I don’t see the vision. You’re a powerful duo.”

“Your marriage would make the brass shit themselves,” Mai muses with a cynical glint in her eye. “Can you imagine having a baby that can send Hollow Purple through a portal?”  

“Oh, their children would be so beautiful,” Miwa squeals and it’s like waterfalls of sweat come rushing from your forehead.

“Alright, alright. Let’s not talk about marriage or babies, please,” you cut in, quick to nip that conversation in the bud. You can’t tell if it’s the weather making your palms clammy or the unending tirade of comments about your dating life. “We can change the topic of conversation now,” you say in an attempt to get the heat off of you for a little bit. “Todo, how’s that idol you like so much doing?” It’s a good idea, initially, but the thought of you and Satoru together seemed to be brainwashed over your students.

“She’s wonderful, just as the two of you in love is a wonderful sight.” Todo can’t seem to help himself as he announces his enthusiasm for your romantic endeavors, teleporting across the room and swapping positions with his classmates from claps of pure excitement. Mechamaru provides a single thumbs-up when you look to him for support, and you pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers.

“I think it’s cute how you act like you hate him and then can’t seem to stay away during events like this. Love is so complex,” Miwa sighs, resting her chin on her hand and staring off dreamily. You scoff, hoping they can’t tell how fast your heart rate has picked up. “I wish I were in love.”

“It’s not love. If anything, it’s just admiration. Yeah, it’s just admiration,” you conclude and you’re met with skeptical stares. 

“Yeah, admiration of his hot bod,” Miwa mutters and you open a portal without thinking, allowing some fat drops of rain from who knows where to fall on her head. It was a common form of discipline, summoning portals to unruly weather conditions, and your students sit up a little straighter in understanding. “Fine, okay, okay. I’m done.”

“You sure? If you’re not done, I’m gonna send you to the Amazon again.”

“Yes, fine. I’m done, I promise.”

“Done with what?” You stiffen, mentally kicking yourself for not registering his presence sooner. Had he not taken up your entire attention, you would have sent Miwa to South America for the gasp of excitement she let out when Satoru appeared. It seemed that none of you knew he was listening until he leaned against the doorframe, all six feet of height taking up the entire space. He was wearing his signature shit-eating grin that made you want to choke him with his own blindfold. “You gossiping in here?”

“Nope, just going over strategy,” you lie straight to his face and he hums, not believing you for a second. “Shouldn’t you be doing that, too? With your own students?” You stand and attempt to push him out of the room, only to find him completely immovable. His hand covers yours, lacing your fingers together in a way that makes you a little dizzy. 

“All in good time,” he says carefreely, as if the action with your hands was second-nature. “For now, can I steal you away for a moment? It won’t take long.” You can practically hear the waggling eyebrows from your students and nod, unable to form a biting response because of the crashing trains of thought in your mind. His hand remains holding yours as he all but pulls you outside, finally dropping it when the excited chatter of your students has subsided. “You okay? You seem a little frazzled,” he asks once you’re far enough from any eavesdropping attempts.

“Yeah, my kids are just being a little…funny, today,” you exhale, trying to hide your unease with a nervous giggle. “You know them; they love to make up their own little stories.” He raises his eyebrows in amusement, matching your pace as you walk down a random outdoor corridor of the Tokyo campus. 

“Mine have actually been doing the same thing,” he confesses after a brief moment of awkward silence. “Making speculations, drawing connections. Seems to be a good exercise in pattern-recognition.” You know he means it as a joke, but all you can think about is Miwa’s comment on admiring Satoru’s ‘hot bod.’ Had his students picked up on your behavior, too?

“What are some of these connections they’re drawing?”

“Connections about my behavior around…hmm,” his voice trails off and the corner of his mouth turns down into a frown, like he was unhappy with his students’ observations. “They’ve noticed things about the way I, well,” he stammers and for the first time, you witness Gojo Satoru get tongue-tied. “Somethings that they’ve seen and heard and–”

“Satoru.” You halt both of your strides and cross your arms defensively over your chest, slightly uncomfortable from Satoru’s inability to express himself when he would otherwise be talking your ear off. “What is this about?”

“My students know I like you,” he states bluntly and your heartbeat momentarily stops pounding in your ears. His students know that he what? “And they also theorize,” he stops to clear his throat, adjusting his collar and avoiding your eyes, “that you may reciprocate the same feelings.” Any words that you can form get caught in your throat, an odd mixture of happiness, shock, and pure dread stirring around in your brain. All you could do is blink at him, dumbly, while he shifts between the balls of his feet. “Please, say something.”

“You like me,” you repeat, tasting the words like a fancy wine you’ve never tried before breaking out into the widest smile you’ve ever felt. “Holy shit, you like me?”

“You’re smiling,” he states, still trying to process what was happening. “That’s a good thing, right?”

“Holy shit, you like me!” Your voice raises on its own and you take a step back in surprise, covering your face with your hands to try and contain your emotions. “What the fuck, Satoru?”

“Yeah, that’s,” he mumbles as he watches you celebrate, “that’s how I’m feeling too.” 

“Wait, so what do we do now?” 

“I have no idea. I didn’t expect to get this far,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck and combing his fingers through his hair. “I was waiting for you to slap me and tell me to go to hell.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I didn’t think you liked me back,” he sputters and the joy in both you and Satoru’s chests finally breaks loose in a fit of unending laughter. “Holy shit, I was so worried for nothing.”

“They’re gonna be so excited when we get back, they won’t be able to focus on the Exchange Event.”

“I don’t think I can focus on the Exchange Event.”

“Then we can postpone it!” You both flinch as a voice that was definitely not one of yours calls from behind a nearby wall, followed by a terrified oh, shit! as Satoru goes barreling around the corner and drags out the culprits by the collars of their shirts. Yuuji, the pink-haired student from Tokyo, and Miwa both try to explain themselves as they dangle weightlessly from Satoru’s hands. “Gojo, sir, we swear we weren’t trying to–”

“Hold on,” you pause Yuuji’s explanation, sensing some extra energy signatures that weren’t succeeding at hiding themselves. “Come out now, or I’m opening the portal to the Arctic,” you command in the open air and watch the leaves rustle as the rest of the Tokyo and Kyoto students fall from a nearby tree. “It’s rude to eavesdrop,” you chuckle as Nishimiya picks a few branches from Mai’s hair. “Go clean yourselves up and then we can begin the games.”

“You free this weekend after the games to go someplace?” Satoru whispers in your ear once all of the students are gone. “I need a break from the prying eyes of teenagers.”

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Iris

Pairing: Crowley x human!Reader

Summary: “When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.” Or, Crowley finally decides to tell you, his human lover, that he is a demon. He's justifiably terrified.

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: hurt/comfort

a/n: shout out to the wonderful anon that chucked me headfirst back into my good omens' obsession. anyway, I'm not saying you should listen to Iris whilst reading this but–

Crowley loved your eyes.

Well, he loved the entirety of you. But there was just something about their alluring shade, the way they watched him so intently and with softness he couldn't recall last being regarded with. Their divinity reflected that of the cosmos themselves. Crowley should know, he built them.

He never really understood the whole ‘eyes are the window to the soul’ line before you. From Crowley's, albeit limited understanding, souls didn't have windows, and even if they did, it wouldn't be a very good indicator of one's character. Even the bleakest of days look more promising from behind the safety of a window.

You were the one to change that perception, to take it in gentle hands and mould it into something softer, more sentimental. You proved to him that maybe there was some truth to the verses he'd heard poets recite again and again over the millennia. When with you, Crowley could feel the unconditional kindness beaming from you like rays from the sun, a readiness and willingness to be good that made him fall for humanity all over again.

And yet despite everything your eyes inspired in him, you were yet to see his own. And for good reason. Crowley still didn't understand what miracle, (or lack thereof) had transpired for you to be with him, but he did know that he wasn't about to put it at risk. You were his anti-thesis; made up of all things good and loveable. The thought of how quickly you'd leave the moment you saw his eyes and all they stood for was one that plagued him daily. But on the other side of the coin, Crowley couldn't disregard the fact that you deserved to know. You deserved the truth. You deserved so much more...

It was time for the bell to toll.

And so, Crowley followed his usual routine of picking you up after your shift, only this time the music was cranked up double what it usually would be (already deafening) in an attempt to drown out his frantic overthinking. The windows shuddered with each guitar solo and Crowley was sunk so far down in his seat his foot was pressed uncomfortably against the gas pedal. If it weren't for the fact that the Bentley was somewhat sentient, he probably would have swerved off the road a mile or two back.

The moment he set foot in your home an uncomfortable burning sensation shot up his spine. He cursed whoever had blessed your house before realising that said uncomfortable feeling was in fact a combination of both his nerves as well as the conscious he forgot he had.

The drive back to the flat was tortuous, for Crowley at least. Your hand was on his thigh as he drove, drawing circles into the fabric. The ever-alluring sound of Freddie Mercury's voice droned on in the background as Crowley rehearsed what he wanted to say, swapping out words and rephrasing sentences before restarting altogether. The closer he got to home the more hopeless he began to feel and by the time he was holding the flat door open for you Crowley fought the urge to find the nearest cave, catacomb or other undisturbed dwelling to take a century-long nap in. He just wanted to wait this whole thing out.

The reminder that you wouldn't be here in a century served as an adequate kick in the arse as he closed the door behind him. 

His shoulders were slumped and his steps slow as he moved through the apartment's halls in all their bleakness. The only room in the entirety of the flat that had any real colour was his conservatory, filled to the brim with succulents and tropical plants. The moment he entered said room he was met with the sight of green leaves and an earthy scent heavy in the air. It was an impressive sight, really; plants that stretched feet off the ground, leaves proudly pointed skyward, (although given Crowley’s presence it is far more likely this display was out of fear.) Ivy vines had begun to climb up the walls, something Crowley had intended to deal with before deciding he was rather fond of how they contrasted the greyness of the polished stone they clung too. 

Among it all, in the very centre of the botanical display, the plant you'd gifted him proudly sat. A purple Iris, its petals bright and its leaves healthy and succulent. Its scent was sweeter than that of the other plants and the flower, despite its size, did not seem intimidated by the impressive foliage that surrounded it. 

Crowley’s fingers delicately ghosted over the leaves. the sentimental side of him liked to believe that the flower’s flourishing beauty was because it had been gifted to him by you. Something about everything growing better with love. The more reasonable part of him acknowledged that it was due to the fact the plant had been placed nearest to the window as well as being the first watered each morning and night. The battle between his sentiment and rationality was nullified by the fact that you were also the reason the plant received such treatment, favouritism having quickly steered his hand.

You just had that habit about you; inspiring beauty whether you meant to or not. 

As Crowley studied the flower that in so many ways reminded him of you, he imagined the leaves becoming dry and shrivelled, of the royal purple petals withering beneath his touch. He pulled his hand away.

He found you reclined along the couch, one arm covering your face whilst the other hung weightlessly off the side of the furniture. Your dramatic pose was reminiscent of some tragic renaissance painting and the sight was one that inspired such fondness Crowley didn't even mention how you had your feet up on the fine velvet.

“Tired, love?” He asked instead.

“You have no idea. Today was an utter nightmare.”

Even whilst talking about the most mundane of things your voice was siren-like, resonant with divinity. Crowley could listen to you for hours, for the rest of his life. Until his immortal heart stopped and the earth beneath him turned to ash.

“I feel better now that I'm here with you.”

The words sent a dagger into his side, the following guilt twisting it in place. He moved to join you on the sofa and with a gentle tap to your ankle, he watched you move your feet before taking a seat beside you.

Your eyes were on him, he could feel it. The tension in his body and the seriousness of his expression was not something you were used to. He spoke before you could voice your concern.

“There's something I want–” He swallowed. “Something I need to tell you.”

“Okay.” Your breathy laugh that encompassed the word was an admirable attempt to hide your nerves but Crowley knew you better. “What is it?”

Silence followed.

Crowley opened and closed his mouth a few times, no words passing from his lips despite how hard he tried to voice them. There was a building pressure in his temples and he felt like his forked tongue was tied in a knot.

“Crowley.” Your hand travelled across the plane of his thigh and grabbed his own. It was a comforting touch yet he fought the urge to pull away. “What is it? You're scaring me.”

Another twist of the dagger.

“I– I just, it's that...” Crowley made a noise that fell somewhere between a groan and a whine. “I... I'm–” foreswearing words altogether, he reached for his glasses. With shaking hands, he pulled them away. “I'm not... good.”

He couldn't bring himself to look at you, to see the horror and fear in your eyes. “I'm quite the opposite actually.”

He felt your hand leave his own, the skin you'd once touched feeling bare. His chest hurt, his eyes stung and when he finally turned to you your fear and disbelief sent another sharpened blade through his chest.

“What–” The word fell quietly, the beginning of a sentence you'd never finish. Crowley took the liberty of answering regardless.

“Demon, unholy horror, the reason children are afraid of the dark.”

When you said nothing, he continued.

“I wanted to tell you. I should have told you. I never meant for this to go so far. I tried to stop it so many times but then you'd say or do something and I– just never wanted it to end. And I know that's selfish but–” Crowley motioned to his eyes. “That's what I am. Selfish, unforgivable– a bad omen.”

As his words set in you remained unmoving. Your eyes hadn't left his, not since he'd pulled off his glasses and laid everything bare.

“Love...” There was another stretch of silence and Crowley felt like he was drowning; like he was back at Mesopotamia with wind and rain at his back and a wave so large it blended with the sky fast approaching on the horizon. “Please, say something.”

You said nothing.

Rather, you raised your hand against his cheek, thumb timidly tracing beneath his eye, as if to ensure it was real.

Crowley flinched.

“This is what you've been hiding from me? All this time.” You asked. “And here I thought you just really didn't like the sun.”

Crowley blinked a few times, lips falling in a frown. He backed away from your touch.

“Crowley...”

“You've just found out that I'm evil incarnate and you're making jokes.”

“What would you prefer I do?”

“I'm a demon.” Crowley ensured to emphasise the word. “I'd prefer you did what anyone else would do.”

‘Leave.’ This part was silent. ‘For your own sake.’

You didn't waver. Your hand fell back against his shoulder, testing the waters and when he didn't pull away you continued.

“From my understanding, demons are supposed to be cruel, unlovable. So if you're a demon,” your hand ventured to his neck, Crowley's eyes falling shut despite himself as you traced his jaw. “Then no offence love but you're not a very good one.”

Crowley couldn't quite place the feeling that took hold of him at your words, but it left him feeling both hollowed and relieved. His eyes stung again, but this time he was smiling.

“You're being far too conversational about this.” His fingers encircled your wrist, he could feel the steady beat of your pulse beneath his thumb. “This really doesn't bother you..?”

You shook your head. “And even if it did, I'm in too deep now to get hung up on something like that.”

Crowley tried to think rationally but instead, he thought of the beauty of the cosmos, of dark purple petals and perfumed air. Of your eyes and their warmth and this time the idea of a withering flower didn't even cross his mind.

“You're sure about this, falling in love with a demon. Dangerous business, that.”

“I'll take my chances,” you mused. “Besides, being without you is the only real hell I can imagine.”

Crowley chortled, boyish and pure, a noise that certainly should not have come from a demon. "Aziraphale been loaning you his books, has he?"

“No, but I am trying to cheer you up." You gently nudged his side. “Is it working?”

Crowley's reaction told you it was. His eyes in all their vibrant brilliance shone so bright you felt you were staring at the sun. When he reached for his glasses, your hand worked on its own accord to stop him.

“Leave them off, please? I want to see you." Your words were cleansing and for the first time in an eternity, he felt worthy. Worthy of adoration, of love, of you.

Crowley kissed you, and you did not wilt.

tag list: @bakerstreethound @miraclesoflove @doozywoozy @mywellspringoflife

#sir let me kiss your head and spend the evening complementing your eyes in every language I know #man oh man did I have a field day with the title (the song his eyes AND the flower) 3 for 1 #crowley x reader #good omens #good omens crowley #good omens crowley x reader #crowley x you #crowley imagine #crowley x y/n #crowley good omens

[judgementdaysunshine]

May I please request headcanons for Bruce, Damian, Dick, Jason, and Tim With an s/o who is a cat lover? <3 🐈💗🎀 ( When you can or have time :3 )

Omg of course anon ♥️

Tim

He grew up with a dog and cat for years until his parents died and the animals were given away

He knew right after meeting you how much of a big animal lover you were after you found a cat and despite some of the team being cautious mostly because some of them had never seen a cat up close or knew what they were until others explained it to them

Slowly with time the orange cat you found became the team pet and you all named him Alfredo and he was everyone's furry friend always going around for pets and sounding like he talked to everyone

Not too long after the two of you started dating you had thought about getting a pet to help not only with your depression but for both yours and tim's anxiety but you waited for awhile and soon you both got a white cat you named milkshake from her love of ice cream

The two of you would lay on the floor or one of your beds reading or watching tv petting her while she purrs gently making biscuits on the blanket or one of you feeling the quiet bliss

Dick

He was a natural animal lover for as long as he can remember trying to bring home every stray he found and take care of them even when bruce found out and reluctantly let him have the animal or keep it for a few days before taking it to the local no kill shelter

He immediately fell in love with both your cats Buttermilk and Cookie who you had for years since you were 12 cookie being given to you as a Christmas present from your grandparents and buttermilk from your older sister on your birthday

The two of you both found strays and would take them to the shelter after nursing them back to health or give them to friends or your family members

He soon surprised you with a small kitten he found that the two of you named Kagome from your love of japanese animes

Jason

He always had a soft spot for animals having his own dog Ace who always helped him with life and his own mental state after all he went through

He also developed a bond with your calico kitten named Mitten who always liked to sleep on your chest or belly under the covers and soon she started sleeping in jay's hoodie sleeves and beside his neck

The next thing you knew that sometimes you would get pictures from Dick or Tim with him holding a stray cat or asleep on a roof with a kitten in his jack making you smile saving every picture

Damian

He had quite a bit of pets growing up and still had some of them including his dog Titus who he had ever since being under Bruce's care and training

He immediately had a bond with your orange cat Pancake and was always petting or holding the cat or even sharing abit of his food with him whenever you weren't looking

After awhile of the two of you being together and moving in to a house you surprised him with a new cat you got from the shelter that he ended up naming Iris due to one eye being brown and the other being yellow

And both of the cats got along well even sleeping on your pillows when the two of you were asleep one sleeping beside you and the other beside him

Bruce

He liked animals he just never really had any growing up he can say that he only had 3 pets throughout his life all of them when he was younger

The first one being a hamster his parents got him for his birthday that he had two years before they died,the second one was from Alfred a couple of months after his parents died and that one was a rabbit that helped him quite a bit,and the last one was when he was a teenager that used to be his friend's pet but couldn't care for it anymore and the last one was a rat

You decided as a surprise for his birthday even though you had only been together for 4 months to get him a cat that you thought would help him

When he saw the fluffy brown cat in your lap he was confused but over the next while he soon was holding the cat and even named it brownie

Soon the cat was stuck to him from sleeping next to him,rubbing his leg in the batcave,or even just playing with his cape which made you giggle

#damian wayne x reader #bruce wayne #dick grayson x reader #jason todd #batfamily #tim drake #bruce wayne x reader #damian wayne #jason todd x reader #batfamily x reader #dick grayson #tim drake x reader

[wishmemel]

⋆˚｡⋆౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ moots

xitara / @xitara666 ౨ৎ char / @utahimeow ౨ৎ mamba / @mambalae-s ౨ৎ kai / @sakanoshitaa ౨ৎ julie / @nanamikentoseyebags ౨ৎ gigi / @4sat0ruu ౨ৎ mars / @margumis ౨ৎ ronnie / @seeingivy ౨ৎ dria / @driaswrld ౨ৎ flora / @fyodorloveclub ౨ৎ knives / @todorokies ౨ৎ yuyu / @yunymphs ౨ৎ mae / @maeby-cursed ౨ৎ angel / @angelshimaa ౨ৎ selene / @mymegumi ౨ৎ mai / @lovedazai ౨ৎ niki / @chuuyrr ౨ৎ dove / @mikareo ౨ৎ iris / @xphntmhvx ౨ৎ mika / @y2kuromi ౨ৎ soleil / @aphroditisxc ౨ৎ kai / @ryomein ౨ৎ mimi / @jaenrang ౨ৎ iris / @kagscore ౨ৎ love / @k0z3me ౨ৎ luvie / @iluvies ౨ৎ claire / @clairdelunelove ౨ৎ sen / @seneon ౨ৎ vera / @verahella ౨ৎ bambi / @gojoroui

⋆˚｡⋆౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ anons

to be added.

NOTE FROM SAFI: this is in order of follow date and consists of my active moots rn, except for a few exceptions ! please let me know if i missed u — most likely it either slipped my mind or i wasn't sure if you considered us moots :(

— xoxo, you're all my fav lovers

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#꒰ safi's tracklist. ꒱ #꒰ it's nice to have a friend. ꒱

[acosmicblizzard]

Can you write a fluffy relationship hc for Andrew Kreiss (grave keeper)? (Andrew Kreiss x reader btw!) have a good day!

Thank you for the request anon! I hope you have a good day as well. Some content for the loveable gravekeeper coming right up!

Warnings: Mentions of death

Fluffy relationship hcs with Andrew Kriess

Story type: Fluff

Pairings/Characters: Andrew Kreiss x Gender neutral Reader

Andrew at first is very iffy with PDA and physical contact with his lover, due to his extreme low self-esteem and natural anti-social nature it's harder to get in a relationship with him then most other survivors or hunters.

Eventually though after a bit of slowly coaxing him into it he begins to love PDA, he's extremely touch starved due to being socially and physically shunned his entire life other then from his mother.

Though gardening isn't his specialty he's picked up on a lot of it over the years and will often gift you his favorite flowers, purple irises. He'll shyly present the flowers to you, the blush of his face growing obvious.

He won't admit it but he's a extreme cuddle bug and specifically loves being the little spoon. Sometimes however he enjoys being the big spoon as he feels it's only fair to you and it feels like he's protecting you from the rest of the harsh world in some way. Being in someone who loves you arm's can work wonders.

After having to be self sufficient for years Andrew has learned to cook and is actually really good at it! This man is the definition of husband material. He'll pay attention to which foods you like and dislike and will make you breakfast sometimes. He'll basically become the designated chef of the house if you like his cooking and prefer not too cook.

If we're gonna talk about the manor games then he'd prioritize your safety over everyone elses, including himself. As soon as you get downed he'll be rushing over getting ready to go underground to get over too you quicker. He'll double body block, even triple body block with his tide turner. He really just wants to see you okay.

Gives you sweet nicknames such as: My light, My iris, and more. My iris is definitely his favorite due to it being his and his mothers favorite flowers.

Whenever someone insults him he usually ignores them being mildly annoyed, but whenever someone insults you those feelings do a 180. Though he's never really had the courage to stand up for himself he'll definitely do it for you, he loves you and never wants you to feel the same way he does about himself. Though he's slightly healing from that mindset due to more positive interactions through you and some of the other survivors and even hunters of the manor he's still struggling with his low self esteem and will never ever want you to feel the same. You have him and he has you, and that's all you two will need.

#identity v #idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv headcanons #identity v imagines #idv imagines #identity v headcanons #idv andrew kreiss #identity v andrew #identity v andrew kreiss #idv andrew #idv andrew x reader #idv andrew kreiss x reader #identity v andrew x reader #cosmic's inbox

[sacrifesse]

🎰 ⋆˙⟡♡ SiGMA iD PACK 〰️

╰┈┈➤ REQUESTED BY ANON ｡

🎰 ⋆˙⟡♡ TAGGiNG @endingun 〰️

— NAMES : sam , sage , sawyer , sienna , seraphina , stella , simon , sabrina , scout , cas , nova , celestine , celeste , gala , stella , stelle , sky , skylar , serenity , sara , spencer , selena , serena , sean , sabrina , sierra , sidney , sapphire , amethyst , lavender , blanche , blanchette , blanchesse , lila , iris , violet

— PRONOUNS : casino/casinos/casinoself , sky/skies/skyself , purple/purples/purpleself , gamble/gambles/gambleself , game/games/gameself , galaxy/galaxies/galaxyself , space/spaces/spaceself , sparkle/sparkles/sparkleself , shimmer/shimmers/shimmerself , purpose/purposes/purposeself , information/informations/informationself , exchange/exchanges/exchangeself , cookie/cookies/cookieself , poker/pokers/pokerself , jelly/jellyfish/jellyfishself , die/dice/diceself

— TiTLES : (pronoun) who exchanges information , (pronoun) whose ability allows (pronoun) to exchange information , (pronoun) who has been used all (pronoun) life , the man/woman/person of the casino , the general manager (of the sky casino) , (pronoun) who has split-colored hair , (pronoun) who is adorned in galaxies , (pronoun) who longs to have a purpose , the lover of cookies

— GENDERS : croupian , casinogender , casinoaesic , whimsjellic , viodicecardic , purplegender , purplepresentic , purpleliteric

pt: sigma id pack

requested by anon

tagging endingun /end pt.

#— ꒰ completed ꒱ #id pack #names #name list #name ideas #name suggestions #pronouns #pronoun list #pronoun ideas #pronoun suggestions #neopronouns #neopronoun list #neopronoun ideas #neopronoun suggestions #titles #title list #title ideas #title suggestions #xenogender #xenogenders #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #sigma

[yoon-oh-what-i-deserve]

💙[request on jaehyun who's an undercover spy looking for his old lover]— DO YOUR MAGIC 💖

I'm back... ish? I've been gone for idek how long and got quite a few asks hanging in my DM, but...

Anyway, this is something I have been holding back for a few years now, and I think it fits perfectly. There might be other parts, but... You tell me what you think of it, if it should be posted. Just out of curiosity, I had named it "Starting Fires".

And thank you, anon, for asking for this prompt! Hope you enjoy it.

Jeong came to a halt, his chest rising and falling in quick motions, his breath labored, his sight not yet adjusted to the darkness of the tunnel. Behind him, he could hear the shouts and steps resonating through the gallery, water splashing around and echoing throughout the chamber, making it hard to pinpoint the location where it all came from.

A drop of sweat rolled from his forehead to his eye, the salty liquid stinging the deep cut over his eyebrow before finding its way to his dark chocolaty iris. The man blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his mind and keep his cool in order to find a way out of this situation.

The putrescent smell from the tunnel gave him the indication he needed. It was a sewer and there had to be a way out of it. That is, if he could find which path to follow before the men behind him had the chance of finding him and giving Jeong the same fate his partner had.

Stumbling forwards, the assassin advanced in the darkness. His left hand against the humid wall while his right hand held onto the gash wound on his lower abdomen, stacking some of the blood that insisted on pouring out of his body due to the constant movement he made.

Jaehyun couldn’t give himself a moment to stop and understand where this mission had gone wrong. He couldn’t believe they had been outsmarted. A whole team with the best of the best, and yet they had fallen prey to some terrorist cell in the middle of nowhere, with no one to turn to and nowhere to go.

The past few months had been like walking through hell, with Jeong and Davis being moved from one camp to another, a blind always covering their eyes, their minds clouded due to the amount of sedatives they had been given daily. It was like a never-ending nightmare, and Jaehyun couldn’t believe he was right in the center of it all. The one being held hostage instead of finding a way to free someone else.

The words Hurley had always told him ringed in his brain every day, the constant nag that no one would come after him. Remember, the voice said. If anything goes wrong, no one is coming for you. You’re ghost.

And that’s what he was trying to be now, a complete translucid, inaudible being walking with water covering his ankles, his steps vacillating, his breath ragged and his eyes blurry.

A sense of determination was what kept him going, though. There was no one else coming for him, there was no future staying. He had to leave and survive. He had to find a way out of this hell he had been living and get back to his life, to the people he had left behind, to the secret he kept from the CIA.

Without thinking of anything else, Jaehyun followed ahead, the path splitting into two directions. A groan escaped his mouth when he realized one wrong move would lead him into his death.

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the face of a woman invaded his thoughts. The smile she had on her plump lips, the way the dimples on her cheeks caved into her features, her fingers intertwining with one another, her eyes glistening in the sunlight.

He wondered what she had been going through, what she thought had happened to him. Hurley had no idea about her, he had no idea about anything Jaehyun had decided to keep excluded from his professional life.

And if that was the case, she had no idea he had been captured, she had no idea he was still alive, and she had no idea he was going back to her. For all he knew, she assumed he had fallen victim to the horrible job he had, the one she had insisted he gave up, to no avail.

With a final grunt, Jeong threw himself to the left, the noises getting closer behind him, his eyes losing focus before a blinding light came in contact with him, his steps leading him to the opening without realizing the most important thing: it was a big fall.

And it was amidst his body free-falling into the ground that Jeong Jaehyun scolded himself. So much for trying to live and see the face of Y/N one more time. What the terrorist hadn’t done, he had managed to. He had killed himself.

#jaehyun #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #spy!jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #nct127 fanfics #nct127 scenarios

[jwirecs]

Im that jeonghan request anon

Pls cheer me up by recommending some good jeonghan fics u ve read. The site/app doesnt matter....

hello!!

i will see what i can come up with from what i have read and reblogged! (i will put it uner the read below section)

if anyone would like to recommend any jeonghan fics, please do let us know!

FLUFF

↳ Drabble by @by-moonflower

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

↳ Iris Beauty by @wonunuu

you and mina have been best friends for as long as you remember. after your parents passed from a horrible car accident, mina’s parents kindly took you in, tending and caring for you as their own. at such a young age, you have learned the meaning of debt as this is your constant feeling towards your best friend and her parents. to compensate, you have showed them undoubtable loyalty, respect, love and kindness, just as they have showed you; you do everything they tell you without question. so when your best friend asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she has been talking to online, your loyalty and trust are tested when you unintentionally develop feelings for him.

STRANGERS TO LOVERS AU

↳ Shiny Star by @wonwoonlight

SUGAR DADDY AU

↳ Playboy by @starlightxsvt

you try to steal from him. things take a turn when he catches you on the act. seemingly for the better at first but then for the worse when you catch feelings for him.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen smut #svt fluff #svt scenarios #svt angst #svt smut #seventeen social media au #seventeen strangers to lovers au #svt strangers to lovers au #svt social media au #anon #replies #seventeen fic recs #seventeen recs #svt: asks #yjh: asks

[korpuskat]

oughg... breakup anon here. that monk scenario is really good... like... him pressing his array to your forehead and stroking your cheek while youre completely trembling in fear. reassures you he'll never do anything to hurt you while your city is up in flames. before all of this hed spend his nights thinking of how to convince you, if you still live in that little house with the creaky porch that couldnt take his weight. he thinks about your fingers on his face. thinks about how much he wants you sitting on his desk as he maps out global destruction. he NEEDS you back. you were always intelligent, youd have amazing input for his plans, surely! maybe even better ideas than him! he could explain all this, right? his mind keeps going back to just taking you and explaining later. scarily? lovingly? loving would be easier to get you to comply, surely. you had such a good thing before, he can be who you wanted again. he can be that for you, and keep you, and once the war is over and he has his perfect world, you could settle together. be the poster children for human and omnic harmony. if you have a new lover by the time he enacts all of this, iris have mercy on them. theyre definitely not coming

god pleaseeeeeeee

it's all so sickly sweet, like he does not understand how far gone he is. He's missed you so much, and now you're right here! in his arms again! He'd love if you would stop shaking like that, like you're afraid of him, because you were never afraid of him, were you? No, no, no you were always so sweet and kind and accepting.

Honestly, he can be who you wanted again-- you just need to ask anything of him and he'll do it for you, be it for you. Except to leave, of course- it's dangerous out there now and he has to keep you safe, what kind of lover would he be if he allowed that?

#Ramattra declare your undying love for me and steal me away challenge #UGH. #ramattra #ramattra x reader #yandere #hahaha oh my god having this loving reunion with you and then your new lover walks in #i cant decide if ramattra would intentionally NOT kill them to not upset you #or if he would just immediately see red thinking about how anyone else has ever touched you

[mdshh]

Anonymous OC question of the day!

If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:

your bestie

your spouse/partner

your secret lover!

your friendly rival

your enemy!

BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!

Pass the game along (anonymously or not)

That’s an interesting one, thank you, Anon! 😁 I’m gonna mix mine and mutual’s OCs!

Bestie would be Renee from @aurorangen’s story. She’s so cute, funny, kind and outgoing, i would like to have such a nice person as a friend 🙃

As for partner and secret lover i think Phoenix by @lynzishell and Isaac by @aurorangen (in that order) would be a good option for a lot of girls hehe 😌

Friendly rival - Evelyn, she’s kinda sassy at times but has a good heart!

And for enemy i’d choose Iris by @lynzishell, just bc i think our personalities wouldn’t match, not bc she’s bad (she’s not 😄)

#i know i know pic with a child is the best in that category 😂 #mdsh answers

[miss-mossball]

I always wonder what happen to that fun ship couple of Rose and Iris's brother(kale,kain st?🤨)

hi Anon! thank u for asking!

(Def not Kale! he's completely disinterested)

Rose and Kaine are just a little AU thing Roulie and I played with once, he's not one of Rose's official romantic interests that she'd actually get with (Her official ships are with Wolfgang and Elliot, and with a side of Bjorn(mostly for smut but hes grown on me)

Howeverrrr if you're really interested:

Rose most certainly declared she was going to marry Kaine as a child, because that seemed like The Thing She Had To Do to keep Iris in her life

Then in puberty when she..sorta had a talk of some sort(?) with Hilda, and it was reiterated strongly that she Should Be Attracted To A Guy, Kaine was her first thought and she kinda just.. pursued feelings

The crush she had on Kaine was genuine to an extent, but she never particularly loved him as a person as much as there was pressure to conform (wanting her mother to be pleased with her choices, trying to copy Iris' feelings for Haze, trying to read more between the lines to social interactions, trying very very very hard to keep up this image of being heteronormative with Nothing Wrong With Her)

And well, he was always kinda cool...

~

If you're interested in an official ship based around siblings' childhood friends-to-lovers, might I recommend Bunny x Mic? they're one of the OGs anyway:

if you have any other asks related to ships, id love to see them <3

(btw, Kaine, Mic and Iris all belong to @duckroulette!! )

#doodle heaven #my ocs #rou's amazing ocs #kaine nordlicht #princess rose #iris nordlicht #rose x kaine #mic x bun #' x ' <( #yes rose' experiences with love are based on mine #thank u for the ask <33 #I included mic and bun bc rou and I figured kaine and rose would basically be the mic and bun of rose relationships anyway

[ailendolin]

🌺 Send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful. 🌺

Aw, this is so sweet! Thank you, anon! 💙

Tagging 10 people (in no particular order) who I think are very wonderful too:

@iris-in-the-rain @plague-ghost-lover @magicaltear @professorlehnsherr-almashy @amalthea9 @martymckeaton @larryrickard @a-small-bear @the-20th-century-girl @ginevralinton

#ask #ask game

[aliasrocket]

hi! i love your fic (expecially misery business and last friday night) really glad to see another asian rocket lover w adhd out here—you really inspired me to pick up writing again and i sort of started working on my own fic for rocket bc of you (ˊᵕˋ )

that's all i had to say haha i hope you have a nice day! (ˆ꜆ . ̫ . )♡

-anon called iris

Omg thank you so much iris!! <33 I’m so glad you told me this it means the world to me, I really do put my heart into my writing and I’m so glad I could help you feel less alone on this and that I helped you get started on your own Rocket fic! Aghh it really is so good to hear, it’s so encouraging on my part as well!

And yeah I don’t talk about it much bc I don’t wanna be annoying about it but adhd can be such a pain especially with writing so I’m really glad I’m not alone on this as well <3

If you ever wanna chat, do not hesitate to hit up my ask box about anything. Now I can make an anon list hehe!! I’ve always wanted to do that and for a while I think you might be the only person on it hahahaha

That goes for the rest of you as well, please don’t hesitate to hit up my ask box especially if you wanna have anon convos with me, I’d love to talk to you guys more <3

#.alias.inbox. #this is??? so sweet?? oh my god #.alias.to.iris. #.alias.messages.