Lovers Rock by TV Girl on Repeat

Teddy Knight absolutely strikes me as the type to trail after his partner like a little duckling. If he isn't listening to Fox or one of his teammates, his default setting is simply… you. Wherever you go, he's usually only a step behind, content just existing in your orbit until you tell him what to do next.

Sometimes it's as subtle as his fingers hooking around the hem of your shirt so he doesn't accidentally lose you in a crowd. Other times, he's lacing your fingers together with such a firm grip that prying him off becomes an impossible task. It's never possessive, at least not intentionally, anyway. It's simply where he feels the safest. If you're moving, he's moving. If you stop, he stops. If someone asks where Teddy is, they don't look for him anymore.

They just look for you.

It gets to the point where people don't even question it. The two of you are practically attached at the hip. If Teddy suddenly isn't hovering nearby, someone will inevitably ask, "Did you tell him to go somewhere?" because otherwise there's no reason he'd willingly be more than a few feet away from you.

I also love the idea that he doesn't even realize he's doing it. If someone points it out, he'd just tilt his head and answer with complete sincerity:

Well, actually, that wasn't true in the slightest. That was simply what most people assumed.

To the rest of the world, Ren Kaji was the guy with headphones permanently resting around his neck or covering his ears, the guy who rarely volunteered information and somehow managed to look both exhausted and annoyed at all hours of the day.

Oh, what it is to be loved by Hajime Umemiya. A man who didn’t expect to fall in love the way he did and was ready to hand you the sun and moon even before he realized how utterly doomed he was.

A man who isn’t afraid to show you, the town, or the world just how closely you hold his heart in the palm of your hand. Umemiya loved loudly. So loudly that it only took one look at the hopelessly soft look on his face for even strangers to understand what he felt for you.

There was no doubting his love. Not when he said it so often it slipped from his lips as naturally as breathing. Not when he showed it in every little thing he did. Not when Umemiya craved your presence like it was something vital to him, something necessary.

He’d complain dramatically to his friends if he hadn’t seen you in more than four hours, slumping against them with a deep sigh like he’d been abandoned for years instead of an afternoon. The boys of Bofurin had long since learned to ignore it, though they still teased him relentlessly for how whipped he was.

And God, he was.

Umemiya loved with his entire body, his entire soul. There was no hesitance in it, no uncertainty. When he looked at you, it was with the quiet certainty of a man who had already decided: this is it. This is the person I’ll spend the rest of my life loving.

He’s the type to unconsciously search for you in every room he walks into, eyes immediately softening the second they land on you. The type to always keep a hand on you, somehow, your waist, your shoulder, your fingers hooked together, because it reminds him you’re really here.

And Hajime Umemiya is not a subtle man.

He’ll kiss you in the middle of conversations because he felt like it. He’ll grin at you from across the street like you personally hung the stars above. He’ll proudly introduce you to anyone and everyone with that bright laugh of his, arm slung around your shoulders as if loving you is the greatest accomplishment of his life.

Maybe it is.

Because Umemiya, for all his strength, loves with a frightening tenderness. The kind that shows itself in quiet moments more than grand gestures. In the way he remembers every little thing you mention offhandedly. In how he instinctively shields you from the rain with his own body before even thinking about himself. In how he always saves the last bite for you, despite whining dramatically about wanting it moments before.

He loves like someone who spent so much of his life carrying the weight of others that finally being allowed to lean into someone else feels sacred.

There are nights where he simply looks at you with this indescribably soft expression, thumb brushing over your knuckles while you talk about something completely mundane, and you realize he’s not even listening anymore. Just staring. Just thinking about how lucky he got. And when you ask him what that look is for, he only smiles that warm, boyish, devastatingly kind smile.

“Nothing,” he says, voice full of too much affection to mean the word at all. “Just thinking about how I’m gonna marry you someday.”

AHHH thank you so much, honestly that fic had me in an absolute chokehold for months too. I got so obsessed with the idea that the Night Court had this entire history and life before the series starts, like Rhys and the others had centuries before Feyre ever arrived, and there had to be past loves, losses, relationships, and all these complicated pieces of themselves we never really got to see.

That’s kind of where the whole “Lady of the Night” concept came from because I really wanted to explore what it would actually look like to love someone like Rhysand before canon, and how that changes the dynamics of everything afterward. Plus I’ve always loved the idea of exploring more of Prythian outside of Velaris and the Night Court bubble.

100% yes!!

✦ Noel Noa pregnancy messages ✦

Hi hi,

Noel Noa, who yearns quietly. Who doesn't misinterpret his feelings, he simply refuses to indulge them. Noel, who recognizes the pull toward you with a clinical understanding and chooses, again and again, to file it away as a distraction, as inefficiency, as something beneath the discipline he's carved into himself.

And yet, Noel, who notices everything. The shift in your posture when you're tired, the cadence of your laugh when it's genuine versus when it's forced. Noel, who catalogs you like data and then lies awake at night, realizing none of it feels objective anymore

Noel, who stands too close for too long under the guise of correction, who adjusts your stance with steady hands that linger a second past necessity. Noel, who thinks about that second for far longer than he should. Noel, who will not unravel, but feels the tension pulling at every seam, wondering when, not if, you'll be the variable that breaks them.

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Sae Itoshi, who yearns in silence. Sae, who doesn't understand why you stay on his mind when nothing else does. Sae, who has spent years perfecting detachment, only to find you slipping through every gap he thought he'd sealed shut.

Sae, who replays conversations he pretended not to care about. Every offhanded comment, every glance you thought went unnoticed. He cataloged, dissected, and remembered. Sae, who doesn't reach for you, not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't know how to do it without meaning it. And once he means it, there's no taking it back.

Sae, who sits in the quiet of his own thoughts, irritated by the way you've settled there so comfortably, like you belonged. Sae, who won't say it, won't name it, but feels it in the way his gaze lingers just a fraction too long, in the way he never quite looks away first.

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Michael Kaiser, who yearns loudly, until it becomes real. Michael, who flirts like it's second nature, who toys with affection like it's a game he's already won, until you stop playing along the way everyone else does. Michael, who doesn't understand why your reactions matter more. Why your attention feels earned instead of given. Why your absence feels...noticeable.

Michael, who spirals in private. Who grins and teases and provokes you in public, only to lie awake at night replying every moment you didn't rise to the bait, every time you looked at him like you saw through it all.

Michael, who wants (desperately) to close the distance, but hesitates at the edge of something real, something that might not bend to his will. Michael, who burns bright, who craves control, who is used to being desired...and finds himself undone by the quiet, terrifying realization that this time, he's the one chasing.

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Bunny Iglesias, who yearns like it's effortless. Like it's something soft and natural and a little bit reckless. Bunny, who doesn't fight the pull toward you, he follows it, curious, amused, a little too eager to see where it leads. Bunny, who gravitates toward you without thinking, who leans into your space, who reaches for you absentmindedly and only realizes later how often he does it.

Bunny, who misses you in the middle of a game, in the middle of the noise and the rush and the adrenaline...your absence louder than the crowd. Bunny, who texts you nonsense just to hear back, who slips into another language when he is soft, when he forgets you won't understand, only to laugh when you call him out for it.

Hi hi,

- merry ho ho if u celebrate 🫶

First, I'm so sorry this took me this long to answer. Second, I wasn't familiar with PoTS until I looked into Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, so I approached this respectfully and realistically as I could. When you said general/basic, I leaned into headcanons, let me know if you want full scenes too. Thank you for your patience.

It’s safe to say Percy is dramatic on his own, but when it comes to you, it’s so much worse. The first time he witnesses an episode, he genuinely thinks you’re dying.

There’s no hesitation, just immediate panic. His voice goes dangerously serious, hands already hovering like he doesn’t know where to touch without making it worse, calling your name over and over, as if he says it enough, you’ll stay right there with him.

He’s halfway to carrying you to the infirmary before you can even get a full sentence out.

And even after it’s explained, after you walk him through it, after someone like Annabeth or a camp medic reassures him that this is something you live with, not something that’s about to take you from him, Percy still takes a while to settle.

Not because he doesn’t understand. But because he does, and that somehow makes it worse.

Once it clicks, though? Percy adjusts faster than you’d expect. He starts noticing things.

The way you pause just a second longer before standing. The subtle shifts in your breathing. The way your fingers curl slightly when you’re trying to push through something instead of asking for help. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, doesn’t hover in a way that feels suffocating, but he’s always… there. Close enough to catch you if you need it.

thank you for the fic either way, it's a great read!

Hello! I do eventually plan on posting the last part; it's about halfway written at the moment. I don't have a timeline for when it will be posted yet, unfortunately. I'm stuck on a certain part and can't get past the writer's block.

✦ Bunny Iglesias Daily Messages ✦

*slowly slips my tea*

Yeah. Bunny Iglesias has something similar. Except instead of biting you… he just crushes you.

And the kicker is, Bunny knows exactly what he’s doing.

He knows he’s big. Knows it in the way he moves, in how doorways seem just a little too small when he walks through them, in how people instinctively shift out of his way without even realizing it.