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nathaslosthershit · 4 days

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A Big Decision (Teen Dad!Oscar AU)

(Part 8 of Teen Dad!OP au [Can be read on its own])

Summary: It is time to pop the big question

The twins had finally gone down for a nap after spending so long fighting it. The kids, at age three, have started to fight them more and more, leading their parents to start discussing if it's time for naps to stop. Honey, being a stay at home mom, had needed the nap time as much as her kids had in the past, giving her time to catch up on chores or just rest for a little, so she was really trying to get as much time as she could with it. But maybe it truly was over.

She was surprised to see Oscar pacing in their living room once she went back downstairs.

“Well, aren't you home early?” She says as Oscar immediately wraps his arms around her, burying his head in her neck and kissing it.

“Missed you all, did what they needed from me extra fast so I could get home earlier. Thought we could maybe go out tonight?”

“Oscar, it's a friday night. Do you know how impossible getting a babysitter would be? The kids also take a while to warm up to babysitters, I don’t think it's a good idea.”

“Good thing I thought ahead then. Lando had a free night and has been begging to see them after the last ‘betrayal’ when they wore Sargeant hats. Even better, he said he would do it for free if it meant working towards being the favorite.”

“Oscar, you can’t get your coworkers to babysit your twin toddlers for free by dangling favoritism in their faces.”

“It was his idea! I am just capitalizing off of it. I got us a nice reservation too, we just need to let him now in the next…” Oscar checks his wrist where his watch usually rests but finds it missing, “uh now. So I need an answer quickly, are we going to stay home and eat the same leftovers we have had for the past two days, or are we going to make Lando Norris the happiest man alive by letting him watch our kids for free while we have an amazingly romantic dinner?” Oscar quickly asks as he takes his ex-fiancee, now girlfriend, in his arms.

“Fine, let's go out, we could use the night off. Let Lando know I appreciate him watching them for us.”

“Perfect, why don’t you go out, do something nice for yourself, I'll take over with the kids. We still have time before dinner tonight.” Oscar suggested in a strange tone as he kissed all surface area of her face.

“What is up with you today? I don’t mind it but you are so much more touchy.” She laughed.

“Don’t worry bout a thing.” Was all he replied as he walked away. “Tonight will be the best yet, I promise.”

That’s when it struck her, why he was being so weird. Surely, he was going to propose.

After the huge fight in Suzuka, she had called the engagement off, causing them to ignore each other’s existence unless it came to the kids, for seven weeks. Since they had gotten back together, life had been blissful. Sure, it was most likely the ‘honeymoon’ phase of their relationship, but even so, they had been so ready to marry each other before things started going downhill. Maybe days after they got back together isn’t the right time to get engaged, but they had been to hell and back together since they got pregnant at 18 years old, they were it for each other, always would be.

Oscar taking off of racing had also been a blessing. It had been hard for him, certainly. But he had needed to learn how to put his family first again, a priority that got harder to keep up with since joining Formula 1.

As she sat in the nail salon chair, getting what were hopefully her engagement nails done, she thought back to how far they’d come.

Arriving home with her nails done, and after getting the most amazing massage, Honey was giddy as she greeted her, hopefully, soon to be fiancé. After an hour and a half of filling her head with wedding plans and thinking about their future when she would finally get to be Mrs. Piastri after 7 years, she was more excited then she was the first time he proposed.

This excitement continued from the moment she stepped into the shower, till the moment she sat in her seat at the restaurant. Oscar had hired a driver for the night, saying it was a night all for them, no need to be careful of how many drinks they were going to have, he had also told her he had plans to take them to the beach after where they could finish the night with a picnic by the water and stay as late as they liked.

There was one thing that was off about him though, while she had expected nerves, she had also expected excitement from him and soon noticed the more giggly she was, the more upset he seemed to be. Maybe he realized she had caught on?

She finally asked what was up after he spilt his drink.

“Seriously Osc, what is wrong with you? You claim this is such a nice night for just the two of us but you are a mess right now!”

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry I don’t know why I’m like th-”

“Bullshit. I thought I made it clear how awful of a liar you are Oscar Jack Piastri, just tell me. Please?”

Silence filled the air as he stared at her, words failing.

“I will get up if you don’t-”

“I had a meeting with higher ups at McLaren earlier today and was told if I don’t come back then I am out of the contract and I agreed to come back for the Spanish Grand Prix!” Oscar blurted out.

Again, a heavy silence landed on the couple, both of them daring the other one to speak first.

Then, without a single word, Honey got up from the table and walked to the car leaving Oscar at the table, tears starting to fall.

Part 2 out now!

#oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #lando norris x reader

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circinuus · 1 year

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I was wondering if I could request Dazai (possibly Chuuya too, seperate) taking care of a sick s/o? gn please! Take ur time and take care of urself! <33

taking care of a sick s/o

ft dazai, chuuya. 0.7k words

gn!reader

❥ hi nonnie! tysm for the request and the sweet message ♡ if you're not feeling well, i hope you'll get well soon! sorry this one isn't too good, i need to practice writing more

"Dazai, get awayy-"

Your protest was cut by your miserable sneeze, before further drowned in your lover's long whine.

Hell hath no fury like flu during fall, you concluded. And seeing your currently pouting beloved, it seems that it's not that less of a nightmare for him too. Food and medicines are down. Yet, the body pains and subtle headaches still linger.

Dazai had noticed the way you slump at your desk. Hidden among the piles of abysmal paperwork was you sighing and kneading your temple to quell a grating pain that wasn't supposed to be there. Dazai had noticed this; the lack of enthusiasm and vigor in your ever-refreshing smile. And that was all it takes for him to take you by the hand and throw some well-crafted excuse to Kunikida, dragging you back to your shared abode.

That was a few hours ago.

"Shouldn't you be back at the agency?"

"And leave you alone?" he gasps, partly offended at how you inch away from his kiss. "My flower, what if you're dying from your cold?"

'Oh! we can finally have a double suicide!' he said. 'But death by sickness is nasty,' he then deflates. Despite his vocal laments, they soon fade to nothing but a white noise as your mind drifts to the pile of unfinished works and reports, eyes blank from the haze of your worry and malady.

"A frown doesn't suit you, belladonna," soft fingers rest on your head, and suddenly you are conscious of the creases forming on your brow and the taut arch on your lips.

"Shh, it's okay," his whispers flows to your ears like a lilting tune. Your eyes find their way to his, and swirling in his eyes is a sentiment so foreign. So latched with raw, genuine concern, ripped off all the playful and mischievous glint you wished you weren't the reason for such disconsolate eyes.

"Dazai-"

"Rest." he presses a kiss on your eyelid. Your words soon die in a blissful sigh, too tired and too content to propose another protest.

With his gentle strokes, the angry storm of uneasiness and sickly discomfort dull, and sweet lull of sleep finally embraces you.

You much rather not let your lovable waste of bandage catch your cold. But alas, you are only human. And what can a mere human do when they feel their lover's warmth engulfing their being? So loving and solicitous; you are helpless under his touch.

Besides, you owe him as much for making him this worried.

Chuuya frowns as he observes the thermometer.

"I should call the doctor back."

"Love, please," the thick blanket he draped over you slightly shifts. "He was just here."

'It's just a silly cold, anyway,' a huff escapes your sore throat. But Chuuya isn't all convinced. A deep furrow nestled itself on his brow, and for a second you think he's mad. Maybe it has something to do with you passing out in his office just now; something about fatigue and seasonal flu, the doctor just said.

The mafioso heaves a long sigh before moving closer to sit at the edge of your bed.

"(Name), y'know how much you made me worry?"

"I had the medicines already. I should be fine." you sniff, red-nosed and voice strained.

"But.. sorry."

"Hey, hey, sweetheart, it's not your fault" he is quick to shush you, fingers moving to rub circles on your hand. "I should've taken care of you better."

"You know it's not your fault," you interlace your hands together. They fit so well, you smile. And from Chuuya's chuckle, he seems to notice your sentiment.

"You're such a sweet thing, aren't you, doll?" he presses a loving kiss on your knuckles. Now you weren't sure it was him or the flu that was burning your cheeks.

"Rest up and don't worry your pretty head." He gives your hand a final reassuring squeeze. "I'll take care of everything,"

Chuuya moves to smooth your blanket, tucking you in for the night. And yes, he resists the urge to press a goodnight kiss on your lips, as much as he doesn't want to wait until your flu goes away. But you can feel the comfort of his hands never leaving yours throughout the night.

♡ @ashthemadwriter

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #dazai osamu x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader

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deuxcherise · 8 days

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Collar Crimes: Cat Burglar

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, cat boy oc, yandere OC, yandere male, gender neutral reader, reader is a bit of a blank, fluff (?), mentions crime, mentions alcohol, includes cute cat pic for reference A/n: So I had read that weasels are just like cats, especially when it comes to bringing back a hunt, and… I haven't written about a cat boy yet… That's like the first animal people usually write about… So now I did! And this is kind of a sequel to Weasel In. Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 0, Part 1, Part 2 (you're here!), Part 3 (1/2)

You have made peace with the fact that you will never live a normal, peaceful life ever again. Not with how Eris had somehow weaseled his way into your everyday.

It was just… easier, really, letting Eris do what he wanted so long as he didn't take things too far. With your 9-5 customer service job taking its daily heavy toll off of your social battery, having to pretend 8 hours a weekday of being this peppy, happy-go-lucky person you aren’t so you can pay your bills. The economy isn't so kind to the average person after all.

“I'm really serious, (Y/n)! You should let me install some cameras!” Eris insists.

“For the last time, no,” you answer. “Aren't you watching over my house now?”

A redness appears on Eris's cheeks and he begins poking the tips of his fingers together. “Y-yeah… about that…”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I… I got a job! A high-paying one too! Actually, you should quit your job now and just let me take care of you!”

The heck? What happened to being a stay-at-home maid for you–not that you wanted him to! This is completely the opposite of what he proposed to you about a few weeks ago!

“No. What's with the change of mind all of a sudden? What job?” you ask.

Eris bites his lip and looks away. “Just thought it would be better…”

-----🔔-----

[Yesterday…]

“Really? And what did your ‘lover’ say?”

Eris slaps his buddy on the shoulder. “Quit it with the air quotes. (Y/n) loves me and I love (Y/n). I didn’t get rejected. It's only a matter of time before (Y/n) fully accepts me. I just need to… get rid of all those flies.”

“You mean customers?”

Eris slams his fists against the wood of the bar, shaking the iced alcohol in the cups next to them.

“Don’t you get it!? They're taking advantage of (Y/n)! I can't let them ruin (Y/n)’s life like this! Did you know (Y/n)’s losing weight nowadays? Not eating properly, not sleeping properly–I'm the worst! I need to speed things up or sooner or later… I'm going to…”

Eris covers his face and starts crying into his hands. His friend attempts to comfort Eris on the back, before an idea comes into his head. He says, “Why don't you get a job? If (Y/n)–”

Eris immediately pauses and raises his head to glare at him with vicious eyes.

“–Sorry, your lover. If you get a job, then your lover can see just how reliable you are, right? Some people are more into that.”

The light in Eris's eyes appears brightly, his face softening as he is enlightened. “That's–Oh, thank you, thank you, Ollie! I was right to come to you for help with my problems. You're the best!” he says, grabbing some dollar bills from his pocket and slamming his tip down for the bartender before leaving the club swiftly. “See you next time!”

The bartender swipes and pockets the money before resuming wiping the glass. She looks at her boss and raises an eyebrow. “You aren't going to stop him?”

Ollie smirks and takes a sip of his glass, raising a finger. A second later, Eris comes back in and sits back down next to Ollie with determination in his eyes. “Ollie–”

“Yeah. You can start tomorrow.”

“Really???”

“Yeah. Consider it a favor, as a trusted friend,” Ollie says, rolling the ice ball in his cup. “Now, what kind of job are you looking for?”

Eris thinks for a moment. “Need anything with security?”

Much to the bartender’s confusion, Ollie shrugs and says, “Alright. Bouncer it is. Dad was looking to retire anyway. 4pm on the dot. Shift ends at 10, when Lyn shows up to take over, 10:30 if you take a break.”

“Great! Anything else?”

“That's it for now. Your lover must be coming home soon, right?”

“Right! Okay! Thank you so much, Ollie. Owe you one! Bye! See you tomorrow!”

Ollie raises his glass as Eris once again exits the club. The bartender gives her boss an incredulous look. “Sir, with all due respect, Mr. Eris is…”

Ollie chuckles. “Ah. Well, you've only just met him. Back in the day, when it was just the two of us against the world, I was the brains and he was the brawn. Completely unstoppable…” he sighs, placing his cup down with a little more force than expected. “What kind of person do you think (Y/n) is to turn someone like him into such a pathetic simp?”

“... Who knows?” the bartender answers.

“... Tch.”

-----🔔-----

For the first time in a very long while, you went to bed by yourself.

…..

You had wished him good luck on his new job, which he took as immense praise. You were honestly pretty happy for him. Now he'll be too busy to commit crimes. Maybe he might even be too busy to bother you!

…..

It wasn't like… you missed Eris, in fact this is better for the both of you! You aren't even lovers or anything like that!

…..

It's just that… you may have… accidentally… gotten used to the way Eris's head curled up under your chin, the ways his arms wrapped around your torso, the way his legs tangled with yours, and how he'd sometimes murmur stupid things like, “I love you” or “Marry me” in his sleep.

…..

Whatever! You roll and face to the other side of your bed that strangely feels a lot bigger than you remember. You squeeze your eyes tightly, trying to will yourself to sleep.

Creeeaaaak.

You quickly sit up straight, expecting to see Eris when instead you face some stranger, glaring down at you with illuminated eyes.

Next thing you know, the stranger has you back down on your bed with an iron grip wrapped around your throat. Tight enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to cut off your air supply.

“Huh… I don't understand what he sees in you.”

“W-who?” you croak, grabbing at their arm.

The intruder narrows his cat-like eyes at you, pupils moving erratically as they scrutinize you. “I could so easily kill you right now…” he spits, before letting go of your neck, “but I won't. Only because Eris is my friend.”

The moment he lets go, grab your neck and massage the forming bruise, inhaling all of the air you can get as you absorb the situation.

Eris?? Oh great! He's not here to snugg–be your hugging pillow as per usual, and now a friend of his came all the here who knows where to threaten you? For being associated with him? Great. You're glad at least this one isn't strangely fascinated by you. It's a nice change of pace from the usual…

Ollie is somehow strangely fascinated by you. You're more quiet and lackluster than Eris had described you to be, like right now probably lost in your thoughts. Are you really Eris’s type? Eris, the type of person who just chases and strikes whenever and whoever he pleases? You don't look afraid of him at all, and it pisses him off. What's with that blank face of yours, huh??

The intruder looks pissed off for some reason, with how narrow his eyes are and the way he hisses under his breath. You try to think of words to say to the intruder, only for your stomach to make its announcement with a grumble.

“You want something to eat?” you ask, nonchalantly.

“.....”

You don't wait for him to answer as you flip off the blanket and head out of the bedroom.

“Oi! Wait a second! How dare you walk away from me!”

You pay him no mind and open up the fridge, revealing a few plastic-covered dishes made by Eris for you to eat over a span of several days. You ignore the pang in your chest as you grab one of them out that had rice in it to reheat a portion of it in a bowl in the microwave.

Ollie stands a distance from you, brows furrowed at how ridiculous this situation is. A stranger just broke into your home, without a key, and you're here just offering to feed him? What the fuck…

As you wait for the microwave to finish, you suddenly feel nostalgic about how you met Eris.

It was a few months ago, when he broke into your apartment the first time. You had been very afraid when you discovered him at that time, shrieking at him and threatening to call the police, before your rumbling tummy decided to add some unneeded humor to the situation. Too tired and famished, you had no choice but to let Eris feed you some food he had been making.

Ding!

You sigh, taking out the bowl of Eris's home cooking and settling down on the couch with a pair of chopsticks before munching on it.

The audacity. Didn't you offer him a bite earlier? Wasn’t that bowl meant for him? Why are you eating it by yourself!? Ollie heads over to the couch and hisses at you before he snatches the bowl from your hands.

“Excuse me??” you snap.

“Hmph!” He takes the chopsticks and starts shoveling down the rice and toppings, much to your horror. Once he's licked it completely clean, he throws it onto the ground without much concern.

You stand up. “Hey! What the heck are you doing? Don't just throw stuff on the ground! No manners, tch.”

You were less angry about the bowl and more about the fact that he ate Eris's homecooking before you go to today. How dare he??

Ollie flinches, having not expected your voice to reach as loud as it did. He watches you walk past him, crouch down, and pick up the unbroken bowl and pair of chopsticks to put in the sink. Your face is visibly angry, different from your blank face and nonchalant attitude earlier.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

As you're washing the bowl and chopsticks to reuse and get some more of Eris's cooking, Ollie eyes a photo on the coffee table in front of the couch. It's a picture of a child version of you and two adults, presumably your parents.

He smirks.

When you had turned around to look at him, you found him missing with a window open. Oh, the guy has finally left. You quickly close the window, taking relief that the weird guy has finally left. As you make yourself comfortable on the couch again with a new reheated bowl of rice, you look towards your coffee table–

Oh heck no...

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Together Forever | John Price x m!reader

anonymous asked: Can I request “I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you” with price please?

summary: you and Price are never apart, even when he's at the base, you're never separated.

tws: jealousy

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Together forever and never to part, together forever you two; you and Price were inseparable. He was always nearby, even when you were outside working on your little project, he would sit on the patio steps with a cup of coffee whilst reading the newspapers; he would occasionally look up while you were sorting one thing or another on the old Triumph motorcycle that was doomed to be scrap. Occasionally he would hand you a spanner or a screwdriver.

But he was always near you, whether it was hailing or icy, whether it was a heatwave or freezing cold, he was always nearby; he was always there, even if you didn't need him to be. He prided himself on always being doting on his boyfriend; he loved to make you coffee in the mornings, breakfast in bed when there was time, running to the shop to get you cigarettes or pouches of tobacco. Whatever you wanted, he got it for you.

Price loved you, so much more than he could show or say, and he did his best to make it known that he did; but there was a small hitch. He could get jealous rather easily, and while he did his best to control it as much as he could, on the rare occasion he would slip up and let it get the better of him; he knew you didn't mind, but he always felt so fucking guilty for being jealous and even worse when he acted on it.

It was a quiet day, Price was working on some papers in his office while you were outside having a quick cigarette; he could see you through the window, the obvious visitor badge on the lapel of your jacket, and when you caught him looking, you turned around and smiled. He wished you wouldn't visit him at the base, knowing that there were people who might look at you and think that you were a single man, and that they might make you uncomfortable; but you always insisted, and whatever you wanted, you had it.

He turned back to his papers, a fond smile on his face as he tried to rush them as much as he could without making them turn to shit, wanting little more than to be with you again; but while his focus was elsewhere, you were approached by a rather handsome, younger, man. He was tall, blue eyes and soft brown hair, a nice moustache and sleeve tattoos; he smiled as he looked at you, stopping.

"Hi, I'm Alex," he held his hand out.

You shook it, daring to smile back politely. "(y/n)."

Alex hummed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You're a visitor?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "I'm here with Price."

He pursed his lips, and nodded. "He's a good guy - loves his boyfriend, won't shut up about him. Every time I'm here, he's all he talks about."

You wanted to grin as you stole a quick look into the office. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," Alex laughed softly. "He loves that guy more than anything. I'm surprised he hasn't asked for him to marry him yet."

You wanted to break the news and to tell Alex that, actually, you and Price had discussed standing under a chuppah together several times before and that you had told Price to propose when you least expected it; but you wanted to see what else the American had to say, so you held your tongue as you chuckled softly.

"He does love his boyfriend a lot," you agreed. "But Price is a traditional man, I'm sure he's probably waiting for the perfect time."

"True that," Alex agreed, taking a quick look around. "Has anyone showed you around yet?"

You shook your head, holding your hand up for a second. "I'm good, I've been here a few times."

"As Price's guest?" He guessed, and when you nodded, he grinned. "You're him, aren't you? You're the boyfriend?"

"The one and only," you grinned back, nodding. "You surprised?"

Alex shook his head, looking you up and down for a moment before humming quietly and running a hand through his hair. "Not really. You're handsome, and you seem nice enough... but look, I gotta dash - if you need anything, just ask for Alex Keller."

You nodded. "Will do."

"Anything for Price's man," he told you sincerely. "I'll see you around."

You watched him go, finishing your cigarette before you headed back into Price's office; he didn't look too happy, leaning back in his chair for a second, waiting for you to close the door and lock it. He drew the blinds, and dared to pin you against the door, one hand against the door, the other resting on your side as he growled softly.

"You and Alex seem friendly."

You put your hands on his chest, trying not to grin as you leaned into him and hummed ever so softly. "He's nice."

"Does he know you're mine?" Price asked, and when you nodded, he couldn't stop himself.

Crashing his lips against yours harshly, the kiss open mouthed and heavy as he allowed your breath to mingle with his, pressing into your body when you laced one hand in his hair and placed the other at the side of his neck; a soft gasp drawn from you when Price deepened the kiss and grabbed your wrists with his hands, pinning them above your head so that you couldn't touch him.

He bit at your bottom lip when he finally broke the kiss, panting heavily; his lips swollen and wet as he growled ever so quietly. "Mine."

"All yours, Captain," you breathed out, heart racing as you yearned to kiss him again, to let him steal your breath and to tug at your heartstrings once more. "Always yours."

Price groaned softly, letting go of your wrists as he placed one hand just below your throat. "I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you, you know that, don't you?"

His Scouse accent got thicker the more jealous he got, the same as it when it got thicker when he was happy, angry, upset; you loved it.

"I know," you told him, one hand going to the side of the neck and the other to his shoulder as you eagerly leaned into him.

"Good," he praised quietly. "Nobody's gonna get between us, right?"

"Nobody," you agreed. "Together forever, right?"

"Together forever," Price agreed, kissing you softly. "Alex didn't make you feel uncomfortable, did he?"

You shook your head, finally grinning as you dared to laugh softly. "Not at all, he said he'd do anything for Price's man."

He hummed. "My man? That's a new one... but yeah, he's alright. He's a good lad."

"You gonna kiss me like that again?" You asked, daring to softly tug him closer as you grinned and let your gaze drop to his lips.

Price considered it for a moment, seeing how eager you were and how much you wanted him to; he could never say no to you, whatever you wanted, he would get it for you one way or another. He supposed he had the time to kiss you the same way again.

"Yes, Sir." He teased softly, diving back in for another kiss as he smiled, hardly able to ignore how handsome you looked when you smiled back.

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hoshi-tachimiya · 1 year

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Hiya!!! Since reqs are open, could I request the Flambé shuffle unit (separate idols) headcanons with the reader not knowing how to cook or is bad at cooking? I depicted a burning kitchen scene after it was fully announced x'D Have fun & ty

⋆ .* .🔥 Flambé! ⨉ Reader Headcanons

Prompt: Cooking together, except you can't cook. Word Count: 777 (!?) Warning: N/A. Notes: SFW. Gender-neutral reader. Crack. Kitchen failures. Please don't let Niki see this. Comment: H-Help.

❧ Yuzuru just can't afford to take his eyes away from you due to constant worry. If he were to focus on the cooking more, he's afraid that you would mistakenly use sugar in place of salt. This results in him guiding and correcting you instead of actually doing any cooking.

❧ The cooking process of a simple dish would take much more time than needed, thanks to you. Yuzuru does have moderate patience, which he would rather not waste. A mere sigh indicates he still has plenty of patience, but if you happen to insist on adding energy drink to the soup broth, expect a grip on your wrist with a threatening smile on his face.

"For the sake of you, me, and whoever will eat your cooking, [y/n]-sama, please listen to me and follow the recipe as it is."

❧ Unlike Yuzuru, Ibara doesn't have the time and patience to deal with the potential disaster of having you cook. Given his tight schedule, he doesn't have time to teach you how to cook properly. He would rather cook for you and Nagisa by himself to save time and effort.

❧ The first and last time he let you make an attempt in cooking, he managed to stop you before you set things on fire. He ushered you to go and wait while he prepares the food, subtly kicking you out from the kitchen to prevent you from making the foodstuffs inedible. As a safety measure, he would never allow you to step into the kitchen again. Never again.

"What the– What do you think you're doing?! This is a kitchen, not a battlefield!!"

❧ The amount of cooperation you and Subaru have would win you a pair cooking competition... if both of you are good at cooking, that is. The problem is, that's not the quality that you two have. Instead, your ability to come up with wild ideas will only destroy the dish you're making. Hopefully not the kitchen, too.

❧ As long as you have Subaru, edible glitters and gold leaves aren't exclusively used as decoration for cakes any more. It's only a matter of time until he chimes in with more ingredients. The more sparkles the food has, the better. Let's not talk about if it's edible, though.

"[y/n]! I brought sparkling water! It's better than regular water because it's sparkling, right?"

❧ Tomoya might only be a starter, but he is definitely trying his best. He paid a serious attention to the recipe, measuring everything carefully while avoiding causing any unnecessary mess. Slowly, he got over the overwhelming feeling of learning about different types of flour and measurement utensils, which are confusing at first.

❧ The moment he notices you dumping way too much butter and cream, his expression is immediately filled with dread. He mentally facepalmed at the wrong cups that you use to measure the amount of things you need, before reprimanding you to pay attention and follow the recipe. The way he scolds you bluntly is enough to enlighten you, and yet not to the point of sounding rude.

❧ Fortunately, with the help of Tomoya, redemption for your mistake(s) is not beyond possibility. He assisted you in scooping out the excess ingredients before it's too late. The failures don't discourage him from doing another trial until he gets the food right, but he would appreciate a proper guidance next time.

"It's okay, [y/n]! We make mistakes sometimes. Just don't forget to use this cup to measure butter, okay?"

❧ This one cooking session with Rinne is, needless to say, catastrophic. Chaos, chaos ensues. Burning kitchen scene, yes. Who proposed the idea again? Of course, Rinne wouldn't pass up a chance to gamble, especially when it can boost his ego. He easily agreed to bet on whoever is more impressive at cooking, especially when he knows you can't cook quite well.

❧ Rinne might have seen Niki cook a few times, but that means nearly nothing if he never actually tried to cook by himself. The whole cooking session is filled with you and Rinne showing off your "impressive cooking skills" instead of making an edible dish, there is no telling that the giant fire plume was actually an attempted flambé. If no explosion happened in the process, then consider it as a miracle.

❧ At this point, the competition is more about who is less bad at cooking. No one would win, by the way. Ibara would ensure that the two of you pay for the damages, and there is no escaping it. Overall, it's absolutely not a recommended bonding session.

"Argh, whatever! Why do you even need to cook when you have Niki around?!"

#🍇: dry #📜: palace scriptures #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #flambé!#yuzuru fushimi x reader #fushimi yuzuru x reader #ibara saegusa x reader #saegusa ibara x reader #subaru akehoshi x reader #akehoshi subaru x reader #tomoya mashiro x reader #mashiro tomoya x reader #rinne amagi x reader #amagi rinne x reader

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bengiyo · 6 months

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Theory of Love Special Ep (Finale) Stray Thoughts

I am curious how I feel about this as the end of the Theory of Love run. I won't recap since we finished the show, but I went back into my own posts and I previously liked this despite having no memory of it.

Okay, as cheesy as it is, I do generally like when follow up outings acknowledge or tease their critics.

Oh that play with the names. I saw that. It's 2020 and we all verse now. (Side note. I do not remember associating this special with COVID lockdowns.)

It's kinda fun when the epilogue content happens before the actual ending. We know that they will get back together to form Hod Production and that they'll succeed.

Special Episode: Stand By Me

Oh, Third. You really had this man sleeping on the floor for multiple nights. Even as someone who wanted him to suffer, you aren't serious.

I'm not surprised Third and Khai ended up working together, and it's definitely good for Third's ego that Khai is being such a simp.

I was curious what hanging out for these guys would look like now that most of them are in committed relationships and Bone is healing from heartache.

Look at that, Khai. Growth. He was in a situation with some girls and made it clear he wasn't available. I will accept the incoming hijinks from this lipstick.

Yes, Khai, why did you lie?

I snorted at the camera guy having better communication with the director or cinematographer than Khai.

Did this girl suck on his neck? Why is he still hiding it? Just tell Third some drunk girl fell on you. Two saw it and Third trusts Two. Bone gets it.

I'm glad Third is aware that he's cute and actively maintaining it. Gun torments me regularly on IG.

I kinda like that Khai is being so ridiculous about this drunk girl situation. We know he's been at this for almost a year trying to prove his loyalty to Third.

This senior taking the graduation photo from them was one of the motorcycle guys in My Ride.

Aww, Bone. Do you think you're better off alone? Talk to me.

Any time someone points with their lips I laugh.

I love this confession in the car. Third is still testing Khai, but at least he knows Khai wasn't stepping out. I like that the resolution is one about how they're both trying to make this work despite the emotional baggage. I like the version of Khai that wants to honor Third.

These two made it four years and produced a movie together. I believe in their relationship if it's still going strong after making a highly successful film.

I am actually so into Khai doing multiple proposals to Third, elevating it each time.

Well, that was lovely.

Updated Verdict: 8.5, Recommended for Fans of Romance Cinema. I spent a lot of time over the last few days thinking about how I would recommend this series going forward. I think it is good on a lot of technical fronts, and there's a lot to like in the BTS: particularly Off using his own clothes to supplement Khai's wardrobe. Still, this show firmly sits right over the awkward line between BL and queerness that makes me uncomfortable with the genre sometimes.

Third's reticence to Khai only makes sense to me in a world where The Knowing occurs, and yet this is mostly a show in the bubble. So much of what's wrong with Third is because he's let the fantasy of romance films cloud his ability to have a mutually beneficial relationship with someone he loves. I do love when romance interrogates itself, and yet it feels like a hugely missed opportunity to discuss how queer people cannot rely on the presumptions of heteronormativity when building relationships with each other.

Moreover, I struggle with Khai's change narrative because I am not entirely certain who it's for. It reminds me of the Mulan problem, where we have a character who defies norms and expectations and it almost feels like the character exists to point to them and say, "You're not them." I have been hurt by guys like Khai, and none of them changed in a way that ever led to reconciliation for me. It's something I struggle with as I watch this, and it makes me wonder what the outcome of presenting this will be or the femmes and the gays who watch this since the Khai's of the world aren't watching.

Still, I will say that this show has incredibly fun structure if you know the major beats of the films used as the title for each episode. I think Off plays a jerk you begrudgingly want to root for really well. I think Mike actually did a really good job in this show and I apologize to Bone for being so pissy three years ago. Gun is beautiful and so easy to empathize with, but I gotta say that Third is not my favorite character of his.

I am glad @lurkingshan burned her coupons to make me revisit this show, and I've enjoyed having @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm to talk about how I was feeling about things along the way. I don't think I love this show the way you three do, but it is a well-executed narrative doing some interesting things with the romance genre. My lingering hangups, and why I can't take it to a 9, have to do with the mixed bag of queerness in this. Third feels like a repressed gay, and Khai has a legit bisexual awakening, but the other cultural context being missing means it never connects for me as a queer narrative.

This is something I'm thinking about a lot as we head into Cooking Crush, because OffGun always leaves me a bit shaky on that front. On paper it's gay, but it never exactly feels gay for me.

Also tagging @twig-tea by request.

#Theory of Love #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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Good day to you Ange!☀️

I can’t get Ettore out of my mind rn thanks to Favours. Even as the fic has completed, I can’t help but imagine how they would go from there.

May I propose a scenario here, what do you think Ettore would feel in the morning after spending the night with OFC in his room and he falls asleep in her arms? Would he make a stink about it and hate himself for “being so vulnerable in front her” deciding never to it again, or would he embrace it?

I am always happy to chat about my stories, and create spin-offs and talk about the what-ifs, even if it's a series that's complete. Never feel hesitant to drop into my asks with your questions and ideas about my writing. I love that!

And I love this idea, so I've decided to write a little drabble for it...

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It's still dark when Ettore opens his eyes. He doesn't remember falling asleep. The ship is still silent, except for the sound of the soft breathing beside him.

Soft breathing beside him.

He turns his head, his sleep addled vision slowly focusing and adjusting to the darkness. Her sleeping form is pressed against him in the tight confines of his small bunk.

They have never fallen asleep together before, they aren't supposed to, the risk of getting caught together is too great. Each of their trysts ends with them hurriedly dressing and then rushing away, afraid of who might see.

He flinches as he rolls towards her. The pain in the juncture between his neck and shoulder brings back the memory from earlier in the evening, when she'd sunk her teeth into the same spot to stifle a moan as he'd fucked her into the mattress.

He has always thought she looks beautiful splayed out and writhing beneath him, but now he decides the sight before him may be even better. She looks so peaceful. He never gets to see her like this. Her hair is fanned out across the pillow, her face is relaxed. She cannot be real. Surely this is an angel that lays beside him.

Reaching out a tentative hand, Ettore strokes the softness of her hair. His fingers move to trace the curve of her jaw, as he studies her face. A gentle thumb strokes across the plushness of her full bottom lip, careful not to disturb the still healing split from where he'd hit her in that same place just a week prior. His heart twinges with guilt as he remembers. He can't ever imagine laying his hands upon her in anger now.

They still haven't kissed. She has been respectful of his wish not to do so. In the beginning it felt too intimate of a gesture. Ettore has never kissed anyone before, but now he wants more than anything to kiss her. He has no idea how to go about it or how to even ask her, but he finds himself imagining how her lips would feel against his.

He is quick to withdraw his hand and drop it back to his side as she wakes up. Her eyes snap wide open in shock as she realises where she is, sitting up with a start.

"Shit!" She hisses. "Have I been asleep long?"

"Everyone's still asleep. It's not morning yet." He says softly, watching her as she scrambles from the bed and begins pulling her scrubs back on.

"Wake me up next time, we could have gotten caught." She whispers, grabbing her shoes before leaving his cell.

He watches her go, then reaches out to stroke the still warm spot on the mattress that she'd previously occupied. The pillow smells like her.

There is a war raging inside of him. One side is thankful to the path in life that has led him to her, the other curses himself for not being a better person and placing himself in a position where they can never really be together.

Ettore is not quite sure when his feelings for her started to change, but he is coming to the dawning realisation that the thoughts of her that occupy his mind are not so dark anymore. There is no desire to capture or to control. A warmth spreads through his chest at the mere sight of her. He feels as though an invisible string pulls him to her and, whatever obstacles they may face, he will always go to her. That terrifies him.

#ettore #ettore x reader #ettore fanfiction #ettore fanfic #ettore fan fiction #high life #high life smut #ettore smut #asked and answered #ewan mitchell #ettore high life #high life ettore #high life fanfic #high life fan fiction #high life fanfiction

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yanderecandystore · 2 years

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Oh my god!! Welcome back!!!

This is my first time requesting, I've been reading your works for a long time now...

Can I please request, the yandere bullies on how they'd react to their darling getting another girl pregnant, like a secret girlfriend, and then darling marries her out of responsibility and love but not only that, the girl happens to be wealthier than the Coldwells.

TW/Tags: mentions of pregnancy // rich people (that's an tw of it's own lol) // kidnapping // implied torture // angst // this is pretty short and messed up // mentions of sadism and mentions of unhealthy worship // implied unrequited touch

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Wedding vowels [Yandere!Bully OCs x Amab!Reader x ??? - Headcanon]:

Way to subtly flex your hot wealthy gf on them 💀 If you tell me that she isn't a possessive, obsessive AND abusive partner then damn, they're screwed.

I mean how can you do better than that?? She is perfect and they're a complete mess, I'm pretty sure you can imagine how they would feel.

I'm going to assume this darling is amab, though I'll keep referring to them as they/them because I can.

This is pretty short but I'll say it again, it's kinda depressing.

🎇 Let me set the stage for a quick sec!🎇

A private call between two best friends has been recorded without the knowledge nor permission of either parties.

"{...}"

"- I can't even begin to explain how happy I am! The preparations for our wedding have just begun and there's just so much stuff to do!"

"- Oh my God congratulations! I'm so happy for you, I know you two have been together for a long time so it's not really a surprise that you would get engaged-"

"- Yeah- Hahaha! Oh I forgot to tell you how it happened! You should have seen their proposal, the ring- Sigh, just so beautiful- Though, again, it's not like we weren't planning it for a while already-"

"- I know but… Aren't you two may be rushing things? Sorry, I don't mean to sound rude, it's just that this was all so sudden and you didn't even graduate yet."

"- See, I have other news to tell you, I didn't want to tell others because you know how things spread around the academy."

"- Absolutely, I mean people are thinking you're dead or stuck in [Y/n]'s basement- Some have even made up that you're pregnant!-"

"...."

"- … Well~ I guess it's no new news then!"

"- Oh my God- OH MY GOD, NO WAY-"

"- YES WAY, VANESSA-"

"- YOU- YOU WERE PLANNING TO TELL ME WHEN EXACTLY?? WHY AM I HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW?!"

"- I'm sorry!! Again I didn't want it to spread like wildfire, ya know??"

"- But you know how I need to get emotionally ready before any major event, how am I going to spoil your kid if I don't get a heads-up first??"

"- It's been just three months."

"- And I heard about it just now, Sophie!"

"- Ugh, you're so dramatic~ It's no big deal anyway-"

"- No big deal??! Girl-"

"- What? I'll just be marrying the love of my life and having a beautiful family together and I'm totally NOT on cloud nine right now."

"- Sophiee~"

"- I'm just- I'm just so happy I can barely contain it, ya know??"

"- Sophie?"

"- … I just - I love them, and I can't-"

"- Sophie, are you crying??"

"- Y-Yesh."

"- Sophie Anderson, you better cheer up right now because I'll personally invade your house and hug the shit out of you."

"- But I am cheered! I'm overjoyed, words can't express how much this means to me."

"- Well, I know, I know that- I'm just trying to stop you from crying!"

"- Heh, I know. Thank you, Vans. But don't worry, there's no way in hell that I would ever be sad, not from now on at least."

"- Awn, I wish the best for both of you, I hope you'll be happy!"

"- Thank you..!"

"- I'll have to go now, but I want ALL of the details okay?? You still didn't mention how they proposed, knowing them I bet it was a mess- I'll call you soon alright? Please take some rest."

"- Pfft- Hey, give them some credit! It was just the sweetest thing (and not messy at all!), I'll tell you all about it later then, see ya soon!"

"[.]"

End of recording.

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

Can you imagine how pissed off and devastated this girl is??

"- NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!! This isn't FAIR!" She would scream while banging her head on the table, which I guess anyone would do if they were in this weird situation.

Can you imagine falling in love with someone, but then hearing that not only they had a partner already- They were ENGAGED and were going to have a CHILD TOGETHER??!

To add salt to injury, it was fuckin SOPHIE ANDERSON, because of course it was!!

"- That two-faced, darling snatching whore! How could she?! How could she, how could she, how could she, how could she, how could she, how could she?!!"

Sophie and Alexandra weren't exactly the best of friends, but at least they weren't exactly on "bad terms" (not until now at least). I like to think they used to know each other from some sort of choir that Alexandra participated in when she was younger (and when people couldn't really judge her horrible singing voice).

Sophie Anderson wasn't considered a public menace like the Coldwell twins, but people did know she was rich.

"- Oh I bet she BOUGHT them with her kindness and stupid loads of money, God, darling you're such a CHEAP HOE!"

She is fuming with rage and betrayal, thinking that Sophie was aware of her crush on you. Her "tsundere af" crush on you.

Okay let's be honest, it wasn't exactly a secret that Alexandra had a thing for you, but everyone including you just assumed it was part of the bullying schedule to be pinned down and whispered twisted sweet nothings.

Oh, and how could you, how could you impregnate another woman, an absolute nobody who's only good at singing because her parents are rich music fanatics! She knows how much money they wasted in making that girl a "natural talent".

She has cried and screamed for hours after hearing the recorded call, I guess you can imagine how awful it would feel to be in her position and see you proudly take responsibility over a kid that shouldn't even exist (in her eyes). She wished she could go back in time and be the exact person you see in Sophie, maybe then you would have given HER a kid instead of this- Wicked siren! Who stole you away from her!

"- What does she have that I DON'T!?! What could she ever provide to you that I couldn't make it double, you selfish brat!!"

One day before your wedding the only thing you saw was the look of an enraged Alexandra who had painstakingly planned your entire new life beside her overnight. Or more accurately, under her.

"- I give you freedom and the first thing you do is betray my trust, I thought you would know better than to sleep with some lowlife- CLEARLY, you need someone to teach you a lesson or two about respect!"

"- You stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid-" She can't find the words to continue, she wants to curse you, to yell at you and to punish you from misbehaving.

But then again she also wants to kiss you and be held by you, to be reassured that she isn't this monster you're so desperately trying to crawl away from, but she is.

She knows she is. She knows why would have chosen sweet Sophie over her, Sophie never bullied you.

Sophie probably wouldn't have kidnapped you and hurt you to get your love back, because she doesn't need to do that.

You love her for who she is, you love her without being told to and that's something Alexandra will never have.

"- I… I can be better than her-! I can give you a kid too- I can give you anything… As long as you obey. As long as you're not stupid again, dumbass…"

For a moment she considered comforting you, but after a regretful torture session she doesn't have enough courage to look at your fearful and spiteful eyes and give you a slice of her softer side. But since you're here with her now, she'll have plenty of time to rebuild what she completely destroyed.

→ Adrien Coldwell:

Can you imagine how absolutely depressed and devastated this boy is?

He hasn't come out of his room ever since hearing the recorded call between Sophie and her friend. He kept trying to "wake up", as childish as this sounds.

"- … It's a nightmare, it's a nightmare, it's a nightmare, it's not real, please…"

Can you imagine falling in love with someone, but then hearing that not only they had a partner already- They were ENGAGED and were going to have a CHILD TOGETHER??!

And to add salt to injury, it was Sophie Anderson, the little singer wannabe.

"- Heartless…" He couldn't believe he helped boost her music career by using her song on some of his reels. He'll be deleting those if he doesn't end up just deleting his Instagram account.

Differently from Alexandra's relationship with Sophie, Adrien DID consider her a friend, or at least someone trustworthy- He had never suspected that you two were a thing…

"- You're heartless- You're also so fucking heartless, darling!" He didn't come out of his room that day, just mumbling to himself and whimpering at the thought of you not only marrying someone else, but also building a family with them.

Just because he can't give birth to a kid, doesn't mean he wouldn't go above and beyond to give you one- If he knew that it was something you dreamed about then he would bring your fantasies into reality, be through adoption, artificial insemination, tube babies, he doesn't care!

He would have preferred using witchcraft to birth a demon child (despite his skepticism and disinterest in the occult) than to ever see you holding someone other than him in your arms.

"- … You're evil… You're so, so evil dear… I could have given you anything, I was READY to give you anything you desire… I just wanted you to be mine…!" His voice is pathetically wimpy for someone who has kidnapped you just a day before your wedding, probably because he hasn't taken really good care of himself during the meantime, only focusing on planning for your new life beside him. Or more accurately, above him.

He has been broken down so severely that although he is aware you look at him with nothing but hatred and fear- He doesn't care anymore, he just wants to be able to have you and worship you.

It wasn't a secret that Adrien had some sort of weird crush towards you, though you just assumed he was infatuated with the pain he used to bring you, not WITH you.

"- I gave you freedom and the first thing you did was to betray me… I thought you would know better than to sleep with some- Traitor. But that's okay- I can still fix this! I can show you how much you can truly be adored…"

How sickening, to be crawling to you as if you were a deity and he was the dirty mortal trying to beg for forgiveness, and in a sense, he was!

But deep down, despite his worn-out condition and overall adoration towards you, his pathetic attempts to make amends with you are hiding his desire to take you by force and smother you with love and hate.

He wished that YOU would have been in his position, to be the one to beg for forgiveness and to come close to him willingly- To worship him and prove to him he isn't this vermin of a person who adores you but also loathes you.

"- I can give you so much, I could be so much better than she could ever be… Why don't you just listen to me, for once!" He begs you, the gagged and heavily tied down victim, to give him a crumb of your attention.

But as he notices your reluctance and clear disgust over his presence, he is sure that this isn't just his mind talking- You really do think he is a vermin! A pest poisoning your veins with each word of praise, with each trembling soft kiss and with the callused touches wherever his filthy hands get on your body.

He knows you can never love a vermin, he knows that you'll never look up to him as you looked up to Sophie. He knows he can't give you what your heart desires, he knows that even if he could give you a kid, you wouldn't be affectionate to it like you seemed to be to your "other" kid.

But even if he can't offer you a real family, he can offer you his servitude! His loyalty, his desire, his soul, his body, all of his money. All of his love, even if he doesn't have enough courage to openly say it, he feels unworthy of even saying he loves you.

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#yandere oc #yandere bully #yandere bully x reader #yandere bully oc #yandere headcanon #yandere x reader headcanon #amab reader #special delivery request #special delivery headcanons

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ravenlking · 1 year

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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃

"𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄!" when you're the ultimate hashtag power couple

gender-neutral (babe is just a title!) warnings: reader is implied to be a heartslabyul member with magic genre: fluff a/n: please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

At first, Cater is really hesitant. He has had his fair share of back-stabbing friends, only using him for fame and fortune. In the early parts of your relationship, he constantly puts on a smile and only shows you the common parts of him everyone knows (obsessed with Magicam, hates sugars, etc). His mind constantly reminds him that if he isn't happy, you're going to leave him. Simple as that. If he didn't, you're going to find him boring, disgusting, unworthy-

The longer the relationship goes on, he starts to realize that maybe you aren't just using him, maybe you actually like him for who he is. He is torn between two options: reveal or no? Fortunately, you do it for him.

"Hey Cater?"

The orange-head senior groaned, throwing his head back onto the sweaty pillow. The bright lights hung above his head hurt, as if someone took a train and rammed it into him. His whole body is sore and he hated the feeling. If possible, he'll like to skip to the 'being-alright' stage. Of all days to get sick, he had to get sick on your date together and he was looking forward to it so much!

"Mhmm?" He murmured in reply.

"Babe, where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere."

It was none other than his loving significant other, you. You were so kind, so caring, that Cater had a hard time figuring out if your relationship was genuine or only for the fame and glory. The concerned tone in your voice still made his heart flutter.

"I'm...okay," He rasped out, coughing immediately afterwards.

"Cater? Cater, I'm coming in!"

"Wait no-"

It was too late, you had already opened the door, tray in hand with the spicy yet sour aroma of the soup flooding Cater's senses. A pitying look was in your eyes as you approached Cater.

"You probably don't want to be here," He laughed depressingly, looking away. "You probably want to be somewhere else having the best time of your life and not with my stinky, disgusting, sweaty body-"

You shook your head before taking the soup. You spooned it into his mouth, cooing at him. "Darling, I'm here because I love you. I genuinely want you to feel better so we can both have the best time of our lives. So let me care for you okay?"

I love you.

Cater froze at your sincere proclaimation, unconsciously opening his mouth and gulping down your soup. He was still frozen upon the fact that you deeply truly loved him.

"O-Okay," He coughed in the middle of his sentence, grinning weakly at you. "Love you too babe."

After that incident, your relationship became even closer and tighter; Cater loves the way you can see through his facade and all.

Soon enough, his followers are practically flooded with posts of you two. Everything from him grabbing you into a selfie to posting about your latest dish/artwork/anything with captions of 'Look how proud I am of him/her/them! Definitely lucked out to have him/her/them!'

His entire page will be of you two, I'm not kidding. It's no longer just about NRC, it's your life together at NRC. Together battling ghosts (or trying to propose to Eliza) during the Ghost Marriage event or rocking out in Pop Music Club, he posts it all.

He definitely has tons of Magicam stories or videos of answering things together.

"Hello everyone!" Cater waves excitedly, hands tangled with yours as he looks at the camera. "So I know you all have TONS of questions for us, so here we are! This is Y/N and Cater Q/A session!"

He presses a kiss to your hand, winking at you before gesturing for you to start. You dip your hand in the bowl, shuffling the papers before drawing one out.

"Favorite body part?" You read out before humming. "Not bad. I would have to say...Cater's eyes."

He gasped. "Really? I was about to say the same too!"

"Mhmm," You gaze into them, grinning. "I mean, what is there to not like? They are a beautiful shade of matcha green, similar to prized emeralds-"

"Babe, please!" He spluttered, blushing bright red. "You're sweeter than Trey's tarts!"

"Next one," You do it again before reading it aloud. "Favorite position? Oh, this is accompanied by a winky face."

Cater gasps dramatically before staring at the camera, aghast. "Guys!"

Cater will definitely do couple trends with you before posting it on his Magicam. Okay, so maybe his entire 'like' page is filled with couple trends and cute relationship things to do together but don't judge! He just wants to show (and maybe boast) about his amazing significant other!

Some of his favorite couple trends are:

Wallpaper Hearts! (Cater immediately dragged you into doing this, and grinned brighter than the sun when you say yes. The wallpaper has been on his phone since the beginning of your relationship and it doesn't look like coming down any time soon)

Dandelion by Ruth B Dancing! (Cater begged Vil to help out with the dancing so he could catch you off-guard and elegantly 'woo' you with his waltz. However, you surprised him by taking the male lead, ending by dipping the orange head and kissing him on the lips before winking at the camera)

Snowman by Sia Dancing! (Cater took one look at the snow-covered NRC before bundling you up in winter clothes. You look so sleepy with your messy bed hair and you periodically rubbing your eyes, yet you're the most gorgeous thing in Cater. Despite how impromptu everything is, you had on a giant grin the entire time)

Pick-Up lines are a must. He finds those cliche ones and tries them out on you, letting you rate them. If they are below a five, Cater will fall to the floor dramatically. If they are five and above, Cater will peppering your face with kisses, laughing in triumph before telling you another one. Most of them time, they are rated the latter so you can get kisses from your babe.

Cuddles are another foundation of your relationship. Cater just loves those little moments when you two are alone in his room, ranting to you about your day as you spoon him, gently brushing his hair. Most of the time, this is where the Heartslabyul gang find you two, sound asleep with lovesick smiles on your faces.

Cater loves back-hugging you. If you're taller than him, he likes to bury his face into your back, nuzzling it and rubbing it like a newborn kitten. If you're shorter, you can expect him to press open-mouthed kisses on your shoulders, burying his face into the crook of your collarbone. He doesn't care if Riddle is close to beheading him or how much gagging noises Ace & Deuce make, it wants the world to know that he has you, his babe, his darling, his sweetheart, his everything (He already saved a couple of proposing ideas in his 'like' page and a beautiful ring underneath his bed says nothing different.)

#cater x reader #cater diamond #heartslabyul #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst cater

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symphonic-scream · 2 years

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Okay wholesome post time

So. This all started with like a little joking idea

"haha since Makoto is the group mom of the Phantom Thieves the others would joke about her kid being their sibling"

And we all know I'm Weak and Gay.

Oh hell yes I wasn't sure that was gonna work I've never done that before fuck yeah

Ahem. Anyways-

That got me thinking. Hey. That's funny. Hehe. And then I thought some more. Gay thoughts. Wholesome, gay thoughts.

And yeah. I think Makoto and Haru would be the most caring, loving parents ever. This is after days of spamming my dear friend with messages about how Haru would totally use the most sugary sweet pet names to fluster poor Makoto, who would totally read books over Haru's shoulder as they cuddled

(this of course all steming from a small idea of "hey what if Haru moved in with Makoto and Sae after losing her dad")

Anyways. I made them mom's.

At first it was this general "ah yes their kid" and then my good friend (@justanotherpersonsuniverse ) was like "if they have a daughter they'd call her their princess cause Queen" and I joked back "haha a son would be a little prince"

And then.

"...okay but what about both-"

And now I'm digging through hours of the fuckin sweetest hcs I've ever come up with trying to put together a post that makes any sense

Okay I forgot a piece of context Sae is boning down with Takemi. Maybe they're dating. Who knows. Not me that's for sure

Fuck uh lemme try to actually make this post ugh

So. I hate the idea of Cop Makoto bleh. So she's a defense lawyer of some kind. Known for taking underdog cases and such or whatever. Haru totally opens up her cafe though, and they live above it in a home that's theirs and warm and GAY ITS SO GAY and when they move in they set up their room, a guest room, and there's a spare room even after Makoto's little study-

And when asked about it, Haru just

"well, we should leave it for now. In case we want to have a little family of our own!"

And boy do they

(they get married first. Haru totally proposes and it spurs Makoto to immediately enter this frenzy that doesn't end until she's used every connection she has to get them legally married)

And later, when everything's settled down, they talk. About their families, parents, fears, hopes- and it all comes to a boil. They believe they can do it together. Be better. Break the cycle. Give their kid a good life.

Eventually, when Haru finds out she's carrying, she tells her big dumbass wife in the softest way possible

("Haru, Dearest, dinner's ready!"

"oh, Love, thank you so much!! Ah, do you mind serving me a little extra?"

"feeling hungry today?"

"hm, not really, but I have to eat for two now, silly"

"haha yeah-"

"..."

"what")

They launch into a frenzy. Haru starts up plans for a nursery in their spare room, and Makoto takes time to have a little chat with their kid each night, incorporating vitamins into her wife's meals, getting special lotions and creams

It's at one of their appointments with Takemi that the other shoe drops

"oh hey, congrats you two. Check it out, second heartbeat."

"t-two?"

That's right fuckers I gave them fucking TWINS

One little prince, one little princess

Yusuke is asked to come paint a mural in the nursery, and the other thieves get so excited for "their new siblings"

And, because I couldn't resist,

They go to have a little chat with an old friend.

("hey Boss. So, neither of us have any parents left, so our kids- they don't have grandparents. And, well, we thought we'd offer the position to you."

*gross Sojiro crying noises*)

Makoto starts doing bottle warming and diaper changing drills. She challenges the other thieves to races. She must be the best mother. Haru thinks it's cute, but draws the line when she notices her wife working herself to the bone. For fucks sake their babies aren't even born yet and Makoto's pushing her limits,

Ah, that's her dumbass though

The day comes eventually. It's a long labour, but eventually a nurse is holding out their first born to a jittery Makoto; "would you like to hold your son?"

So she softly takes the little bundle, stares down at her son- HER SON -with wide, awed eyes, and gently sits at an exhausted Haru's side to show her his little face

"Baby,, look- it's him,,, our son,"

"he's perfect, Mako-chan,,,"

And they're so caught up in their son, that they're jolted when another nurse glides over with another bundle; "are you ready to meet your daughter?"

And man if Makoto wasn't crying before, she sure is now. Everything feels so perfect, she's there with her wife, their son, their daughter; their own little family,,,, but something's missing, still...

Once she's made sure both twins are secure with their Mama, Makoto goes out to greet the crowd waiting in the waiting room

(Makoto: okay ground rules before you guys get to see Haru and the new babies. One, Morgana is not allowed to touch the babies

Morgana: WHAT

Makoto: you're a cat. Germs. Second, hand sanitizer. Everytime you go to touch any of them, apply three squirts. Soak your hands.

Futaba: yes mom

Makoto: 3. No flash photography. You can take three photos each, but no flash. Keep cameras and phones at least four feet from the babies

Ann: you gotcha momkoto!

Makoto: now, ready to meet them?)

It's very soft in that hospital room. The twins are gently passed around, meeting each "sibling". Ryuji breaks into silent tears, holding them like he's never held something more precious. Yusuke just has a look of awe, and mutters about understanding how his mother found such inspiration from him. Joker jokingly calls them the "littlest thieves of hearts" for already stealing all of theirs

Ann can't stop going on about how precious they are and how she's gonna spoil them absolutely rotten and "I need a photo for Shiho SOMEONE GET A PHOTO OF ME WITH THIS BABY MY WIFE NEEDS TO SEE THIS". Futaba, with Morgana on her shoulder, is hesitant to even hold them, instead hovering her fingers over them while Joker holds them. Sumire has this look of complete wonder on her face, even if at times her smile is a little bittersweet. She makes sure to tell both parents how special a pair of twins are

All the thieves agree to help out the new mother's as they adjust to parenthood, especially with twins right off the bat. A rotation comes through every few nights to give them (ahem. Makoto.) A chance to rest. Momkoto herself has three months away from her law office, spending time with her family and running Haru's cafe while she recovers from birth

Their little princess looks almost exactly like Haru, all curly hair and soft eyes. Their prince looks much the same, though his eyes end up a very clear red. Haru was so delighted when she saw them. "MAKO-CHAN HE HAS YOUR EYES"

Futaba buys them little gamer onesies while Sumire brings the twins little toys from the places she travels to for gymnastics

(origin of this screenshot)

Ann swoops in with Shiho to spoil her siblings rotten, with plenty of stylish clothes and fancy European treats. Even once she's got a kid of her own she still spoils the twins. "Uh, duh, I do it because im a great big sister!"

I have so many more thoughts but I'm gonna cut myself off here this is too long already jeez

Anyways. I can't stop talking about this. Talk to me about this.

#persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #p5 royal #p5 joker #makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #makoharu #ryuji sakamoto #yusuke kitagawa #ann takamaki #shihoann #shiho suzui #futaba sakura #morgana #sumire yoshizawa #im so gay and soft

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jac-is-procrastinating-again · 10 months

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Guys. We need to talk about THAT KISS and Jane Austen.

No, we do - bear with me.

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more." (Mr Knightley, hero of Emma by Jane Austen)

So. That Kiss. It's SOOOO messed up, yeah? And Az's expression in the lift veers all over the place, and it's really complex. But WTAF is going on there?

I just had a bit of an epiphany that i thought you might like to share.

So; consider the context.

Aziraphale knows Crowley loves him, yeah? He can FEEL when things are loved (like Tadfield). He considers himself C's partner for life (see that glorious little eyebrow raise when Shax tells him he's not C's type). But he kinda knows that C hasn't quantified it yet, so he does all the things he can to make C think about him as a romantic partner.

He dresses up with some care and puts himself in danger (see how pretty he looks in the French Revolution), then basically arranges himself in a ray of sunlight in picturesque chains till C turns up because he knows how happy it makes C to rescue him (and by the joy on his little face, that's a two way street).

He does nice things for him (where do you think C got the book with all the pics including Alpha Centauri from in S1? He doesn't read books).

He's got all these jolly japes and escapades that he initiates either to bring C joy or to get his attention or whatever. And every damn time C just fails to even consider that there's anything to it other than some sort of accidental humour.

Az doesn't stop there. He does the touchy-feely thing (you almost expect him to say "La, sir!" and hit him with a fan coquettishly) (off topic, I would give actual genuine money to see a C17th genderswapped Az try this). He does every damn thing he can think of to get C to really *see* him...

BUT

HIS DATING MANUAL IS JANE AUSTEN

Bless his angelic cotton socks.

Now in some ways this works quite well. Often the protag's journey in JA culminates in the realisation that though they thought they were unworthy of love, that they actually aren't. Then they get together and it's a whole happy ending.

To Az, this would be absolutely spot on - it would speak to his very heart, yeah?? The "bad" demon who isn't bad would end up with the "good" angel, all's well with the world. They often cock up the first attempt at a proposal, so the fact that it didn't work at the end of S1 is fine because Az is trying to trigger a proposal in S2 with the ball and helping the girls like Emma tries to help Harriet in JA (only thankfully, with better results thanks to a legion of demons).

Az LOVES C, and he knows C loves him but kinda hasn't realised what that means, and he's going all out to find actual romantic love.

BUT let's face it, Az is a total innocent. He'd never read erotica in a month of Sundays, just in case that counts as impure thoughts or something. so the SUM TOTAL of what he knows about how love works, what love is AND CAN BE.... is what's in Jane Austen.

You know what ISN'T in any Jane Austen novel??

Kisses. Yep, you read that right - according to JSTOR (website where academic researchers post stuff) there are ZERO kisses in JA.

There is maybe possibly the implication that someone was kissing before the scene begins in one book, and in Emma there is a shocking and outrageous moment when Mr Elton grabs her hand when proposing (at the time this would have been physically so overfamiliar as to be almost indecent.)

And this is Az's playbook, bless him.

So how does that alter thing?

As far as he's concerned, grabbing C for a dance is the most forward thing he could have done--just look at his face in the moments before, and the whole thing about how his whole hand is intertwined with C, whereas he barely touches the fingertips of the others when dancing (JA etiquette again).

Crowley on the other hand, has been hanging out next to a striptease club in the 70s, and in all sorts of clubs. He's probably a bit Az-centric to have bothered with any shaggery but he has an interested mind and I can absolutely see him reading erotica and chuckling at the lengths humans will go to in search of pleasure. But it wouldn't occur to him that love and sex are that linked, probably, or if it did, only for humans.

So when he gets a talking to by Nina and Maggie, you see Crowley.exe stop working as he starts realising that the whole concept of ROMANTIC LOVE might be applicable to the feeling between himself and Az...

He's absolutely flabbergasted. And then thoughtful. Then a little bit quiet and tentative and it's all set up to be the most beautiful, tender exploration of what could exist between them.... (yeah, thanks for that, Neil).

Then in comes the Metatron like a wrecking ball, and deftly fucks them up.

His proposal is designed to split them apart (which it does) and because he gets in first, that leaves Crowley desperate. He knows that his chance has been lost, so he grabs Az in one horrible, desperate, brutal kiss.

And Az DOESN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT KISSES.

Az is thinking in terms of a picnic on Box Hill (he tentatively suggests a future picnic when he gives C the holy water in the 70s actually). He thinks it will be a series of lengthy but delicate conversations about how C was perhaps a little too emphatic last time. He's ticked the boxes; there's been the dance, there's been "la sir" and all that malarkey.

He's a little vague on what a proposal actually is if it isn't in a letter (another of JA's irritating habits is to skate over the vital moment) but he thinks that maybe with a little careful curation, he can bring them to this point of happy understanding.

And then, what he gets is THAT KISS.

he doesn't have a fucking clue what it is or what it means, guys, not at first, and he's so SO shocked

He knows how much C loves him; he was expecting/ wanting gentle togetherness (unspecified)but what he got was angry desperation and he doesn't know what to do with that.

Remember in S1 when Crowley goes nose to nose with him in the not-kiss ("I AM NOT NICE!!")? Look at his face when Sister Mary turns up and they don't immediately move. He isn't at all frightened - he does his coy face. Then he spends the next five minutes straightening his clothes, apparently unmoved, and as if he actually rather enjoyed it.

This time he does look scared. He trusts C implicitly but the emotional intensity of the kiss just overloads him totally and so he automatically goes into "i forgive you" mode and it all goes downhill from there. The hand to his lips is part "WTAF was that???" and maybe a little realisation that if it hadn't shocked him so much he might have been open to doing something of the sort again. But he's absolutely floored.

The slightly heartbreaking addition to this is that they both hang around so they can sort it out after the initial shock, but Metatron is wise to that and whisks Az away before he can catch his breath.

Crowley knows how badly he messed up, and he's probably a bit freaked out as well. But when we see Az in the lift, trying not to cry and looking stunned, there's a moment where he suddenly looks deliriously happy. For my money, that's where he realises that the bits Jane Austen left out were probably along these lines, and that Crowley just left out the niceties and cut to the chase (and isn't that so like Crowley??)

And then he has that look of incredulous euphoria he tries to hide from Metatron, as he realises that Crowley wants to kiss him. And that (perhaps in a gentler, kinder way) that he wants to be kissed with that much passion again.

He's just had his whole life handed to him on a plate and simultaneously taken away in the same moment. Yeah, there's stuff he has to do and complications along the way, but God help us when these two get back together. If their love doesn't save the actual universe, I'm gonna be really surprised.

There's a great line at the end of Princess Bride that keeps running through my brain. "“Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.”

How do you one-up that? Not with THAT kiss, certainly, it was nothing of the sort. The NEXT one though... oh my God. It'll be so good that we're starting to melt now from three years in the past.

I guess we'll find out in a couple of years time in any case- but for now, that's what I'm choosing to look forward to.

#ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #good omens #good omens 2 spoilers #metatron #aziraphale #crowley #goodomens3 #THAT kiss #devil’s in the details

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flowersfortheghost · 4 months

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snippet for my new fic that will probably be posted soon! the title will probably be "i wouldn't love you, not in this universe or another" since this is a ghostflower fake dating au but at the end they do love each other. its inspired by everlark's romance which i love btw (when will i stop with the hunger games stuff)

enjoy! (snippet under cut) also, @lilunaire, here im feeding you now

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“Wait, Gwen?” She really didn’t have much of a choice now. She wasn’t that rude that she would just ignore him and swing off. So instead of going back to her mission, she swung towards the window of what she assumed was Miles’ room. She didn’t take off her mask, she just sat on the windowsill and waited for Miles to say something.

Both didn’t speak, she should’ve just swung off. That would’ve been less awkward (but probably a lot more rude). “What are you doing here?” Miles asked, breaking the long, awkward silence between the two. Gwen decided to make it clear that she wasn’t here to see him, she had somewhere to be. “I’m on a mission.”

“For who?”

God, he had a lot of questions, but of course he would, she thought. “Miguel O’hara, he leads a society full of spider-people that are trying to keep the multiverse from collapsing.” Gwen was being straight-forward with this. “Look, I really shouldn’t–”

“Wait, wait, wait, you can travel the multiverse now?”

“It’s not like I’m allowed to go anywhere I want to.” That came out pretty harsh, Gwen doesn’t know if she regrets her use of tone or not. She took off her mask, revealing the fact that her hair had grown out again after Miles ripped half of it out, the tips were dyed a light shade of pink too.

Gwen saw that Miles noticed her hair. Growing out her hair wasn’t just because she wanted to move on from Miles, it was also because it brought back memories of home. She wanted to completely forget everything about her home dimension.

“How have the others been?”

“Alright, I guess. I don’t see them often.” Gwen knew she couldn’t keep talking to Miles, she had to stay focussed.

“I really have to go, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m grounded anyway.” Gwen doesn’t reply, she just turns around, ready to leave (and never come back). She just wants this mission to be over. She had one more thing left to say though.

“I’m sorry for not saying it clearly before, but I don’t think I can have new friends yet. You and I were just on a mission to get me and the others together. We’re allies, not friends.”

She’s lying, she has made new friends.

Gwen noticed the slight hurt look in his eyes, but it confuses her a bit. They weren’t close at all, why was he hurt? She should leave now before she makes things worse. She slipped her mask back on before shooting a web and swinging away, leaving Miles behind again.

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this chapter will probably end with them finding miles in earth-42 and proposing, this chapter is mainly changing stuff from the canon storyline so it fits this au better. this part might be changed/stuff might get added so im sorry if this looks different then to how it will look in once its posted on ao3.

also, let me know if this is too ooc. its really hard to write them in a way they aren't friends since that means changing so much from canon and my main reference is hunger games, but i hope its good.

#across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #erin wrote a fic #ghostflower #gwen stacy #miles morales #erin talks abt random stuff

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jaehunnyy · 2 years

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A/N: This fic is for @daegall's 1k event, so enjoy a little oneshot with Hyuck ♡ I had fun writing for this event, Sunnyyy! Also, thank you @sungbeam for your suggestions to make this fic better, i appreciate it a lot ♡

The beginning of an end

Genre: best friends-to-lovers!au, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck × reader

Warnings: one curse word

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You were comfortably seated on your bed, cuddling a fluffy pillow to your chest while binge watching the newest season of Stranger Things. You were scared, to say the least, mentally digging for a magic spell to bring someone next to you to ease your fear. Right when you were about to calm yourself a little, a loud thud on your window startled you, freezing you in your place. A second one came not long after, and you swore your whole neighbourhood heard you scream when a hand pressed against the cold glass. You grabbed the most dangerous object you found then: the tv remote, prepared to throw it if things took the wrong route.

However, a very familiar laugh made you frown, eyebrows brought together in an angry furrow. A few seconds after, a gray, platinum-colored head appeared in the window, the boy's giggles even louder than before. Honey skin on full display, adorned with sweet, brown dots, accompanied by the pearly white of his teeth, and the view was enough to have your heart jolting in joy and excitement. But you didn't plan on giving up so easily with the desire for revenge eating your gut.

"Hyuck, you almost killed me! What the fuck's wrong with you?" You screamed at your best friend, trying hard to keep yourself steady while he engulfed your body in a bear hug.

"Oh, don't tell me you got scared! Actually, that's what you deserve." He threw a smirk at you, your eyes widening at his words.

"What's that supposed to mean? Mind elaborating?"

"You were watching Stranger Things all alone, complaining about getting scared, while I was on my couch, waiting for you to call me. Tsk tsk."

Being so close to him brought a crimson red blush to your cheeks, painting them in the color of a pure, unrequited love. Thus, you couldn't bring yourself to confess to him. You knew Hyuck since you were babies, and you couldn't imagine your life without him. His friendship was more than enough, or so you wanted to believe.

"Just… think about using the door next time." You grumbled, hugging him after all the teasing you two bore. He jokingly ruffled your hair, before occupying your bed like it was his own.

"I'm hungry. Let's cook something." His soft voice resonated again, the proposal making you squirm in happiness. You loved cooking, especially when it came to cooking with your best friend.

"Pancakes for the win. The last one to get to the kitchen is a loser." You winked at him and, with this being said, you made your way to the kitchen, running for your life.

Haechan sulked at your childish behavior, complaining about how you made him get up from the bed right after he finished settling up, but also about how you started before he could even move—cheater. Yet he couldn't say no to his lovely bestie; furthermore, he was the one proposing the cooking part. Still, his lazy antics didn't hesitate to show, body leaning against the kitchen counter while you were already mixing some ingredients. And he stared, and stared, until your patience consumed completely.

"Aren't you gonna help?" you asked, irritated.

"No, I'm good."

You couldn't hold yourself back anymore, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it right in his face, making him gasp in shock and disbelief. After seeing his white, flour coated face, you couldn't help but burst into laughter, the bright sound cheering up the whole kitchen.

"Actually, that's what you deserve," you spat through the chortling, mocking his words.

"Is this how we're playing? Okay, Y/N. Watch your back."

You couldn't stop laughing, but he had his evil plans to stop you. Haechan crossed his arms to his chest, his pink lips forming a pout, followed by the moody silence he was trying hard to maintain. He pretended to leave the kitchen, but then the unexpected happened. The white dust hit your face too, and your smiley expression was crushed, in exchange for a flabbergasted one, your eyes now piercing through his soul. He was the one giggling now, index finger pointing at the defeat on your face.

"No more need for pancakes, you are the pancake."

You tried hiding your smile at his stupid attempt to joke, wiping the excess of flour on your face with your hand, blowing it in his direction. "We are the pancakes, Hyuckie."

He approached you, the tension between the two of you growing fastly. He loved the way your lips curled when pronouncing his name, the diminutive triggering the well hidden butterflies in his chest. Your friendship was like a flower, constantly needing loyalty and trust to stay alive. And you wished the flower of your friendship never died… but when you had him so close to your face, it was getting hard not to break the pure bond between the two of you with a kiss.

And he seemed to think about the same thing, but unlike you, he didn't care anymore.

He put his hand on your waist, carefully pulling you closer to him, heart to heart. His lips touched yours slowly, and you could already feel a new flower blooming between the two of us, the flower of love. Shyly circling his neck with your hands, you kissed him back, full of admiration and unspoken feelings. He left a final kiss on your nose, before leaning his forehead on yours, his shiny orbs gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen.

"Let's not screw up our friendship, Hyuck…" you whispered, not wanting to ruin the sweet moment.

"We won't screw it up, darling. We'll just turn it into something more beautiful and meaningful. I like you a lot," he smiled, hugging you softly.

You blushed once again, his words making your heart jump in your chest, surrounded by the delightful feeling of warmth, his hug making you happier than ever. No one could ever understand you the way he did, and having him as your boyfriend as well made your wish come true completely.

"I like you too, Hyuckie. I can fairly say that I'm in love with you."

Your lips touched once again, the sweet scent of love blooming in the kitchen, ingredients long forgotten. If someone would have told you years ago that you will end up with your best friend, you would have laughed in their face for ages; but now, you wouldn't want it any other way. And here you were, living your best life with your once—best friend by your side.

#daegall 1k event #nct dream #nct dream × reader #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck imagines #haechan x reader #haechan fluff #bff2l #soft #comfort #haechan oneshot

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vacantgodling · 5 months

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Pure/Citra, Reed/Twilightsorrow, and Charissa/Altair please!!

(I mean I also want to know everything about what Saith is up to but that felt like too many for one ask 👀)

~ @void-botanist

thank you for the ask!!! ;3;

PURE / CITRA (status: kinda a crackship but they definitely become friends i just haven't decided if i want them to kiss yet or not)

pure is clear's younger brother and the youngest of the brightendale's and he has a super tumultuous relationship with both clear and vanity. pure really buys into the eros-superiority "we need to focus our efforts on argos" energy and is honestly like dion but brattier?? also has no sense of self preservation yet he's not half as talented a hunter as his sister vanity, let alone even a fraction powerful as clear. he has a huge inferiority complex and craves validation and acceptance. citra is on the opposite end of things. he's the cousin of moira and san and while he's not a bad hunter, he definitely isn't the strongest. however, he comes at life with a better attitude (nature/nurture is huge lmao) and seeks to learn and wants to become better and harbors no ill will towards people better than him. the two of them meet and initially clash because pure can be really condescending and brazen while citra is more mild-mannered like clear which immediately pisses pure off (he hates clear with a passion. cuz he's san but worse LMAO). however, citra never takes anything personally and is the first person who really sees that pure is lashing out because he's hurt. they have a very small angry x tall chill vibe about them. citra always makes pure apologize when he goes too far and citra's influence helps pure patch up some of his shittier relationships like with vanity and clear lol. so, i think they could work. PLUS i think it would be hilarious if san and clear ended up cousins via marriage PFF.

REED / TWILIGHTSORROW (status: doomed friendship)

these are some of my history of terrae ocs so spoilers aren't a thing since this happened long before canon. honestly, the best explanation would be if you read this long post about the progression from twilight -> twilightsorrow -> EFFE. if reed would've lived longer, he would've been able to really teach twilightsorrow humanity and tbh their relationship is kind of a very historical mirror of the bad end for evondra/arian (that kind of happens but doesn't happen to them, its complicated). reed is such a good, funloving soul and i think it would honestly be cute to have an au where they got to meet when TS was still just twilight and before the day of fissures bc he'd absolutely serenade her outside of her balcony window and make her embarrassed lol. anyway tcol is actually quite more melancholic than i like to let on LMAO--

CHARISSA / ALTAIR (status: canon!)

god the two of them have been through hell and back together and they're literally boss ass "you can't die for me because i will drag you back to life and kill you myself" vibes. their full backstory is very spoiler territory however, so unless y'all want the spoilers (which i'm always happy to give lmao) i can't say TOO much about what they've kind of been through together, however charissa's family is obsessed with altair and they are demanding to know when they will get together and provide them children and altair thinks this is the funniest shit in the world and proposes to her solely to piss her off when she takes him to introduce him to her family. they're very much a couple who never explicitly says they're together but then they buy a house, matching rings, move in together and are basically married in every sense of the word. charissa is more likely to deny it than altair lmao. they also turn everything into a competition and charissa is most likely to instigate but altair never backs down pff.

#s: tcol

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