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tteokdoroki · 3 months

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ideal valentines gift would be a stuffed plushie ♡ can I swipe sweet on megumi ! ೀ

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO. swipe sweet: mailbox.

about. boom, it’s a match! for your first valentines day apart; you send a piece of yourself back home to your boyfriend, megumi ( 0.8K ).

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters aged up to 20s, college!au long distance relationships, established relationships, afab!reader.

・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event !

“did you get it?”

“get what?”

“my gift! that’s why i called you dummy,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. megumi can’t help but smile to himself, basking in the impatience that coats your dulcet voice as rattles down the line. “i want you to open it while we’re on the phone together.”

a box had arrived for megumi fushiguro this morning, february fourteenth, at the precise time of eight am. the time he usually wakes up to start his day. gojo had brought him the box with a teasing smile, graciously reminding his junior of the note on top — written by your hand with a glitter pen and stuck to the box with pink washi tape.

‘do not open until tonight.’ it had read.

with the distance between you both, tonight would mean the morning for you — and though it wasn’t ideal, it was the only way yourself and megumi would be able to spend Valentine’s Day together. you were studying abroad for a year, leaving your boyfriend behind and despite the tears and shifty internet connection — you’d made it work so far.

just that this year, you wouldn’t be there in person to give your broody, moody boyfriend his valentine.

so you settle with an early-morning-late-night phone call, where you can listen to megumi open your present to him after escaping the clutches of gojo for the day.

“you’re sweet, you know that?” megumi tells you, quiet but earnest, tucking the phone between his shoulder and his ear to keep it steady. his large hands and slender fingers dance over the taped edge of the cardboard box at the centre of his bed — finding that little uptick of plastic to rip at and pull the whole thing open. “what is it?”

you scoff on the other end, the sound sends shivers down megumi’s spine. he misses you. “just open it dummy, then you’ll find out.”

pushing his tongue into his cheek, he laughs airly into the phone and your heart rate quickens in response. “watch your mouth,” the man warns you softly, with no malice or trace of a threat in his voice. your giggling overlays the sound of tearing cardboard and rustling packing paper.

“or what? we both know that if i go quiet you’ll miss me way too much, megs.”

“don’t get ahead of yourself —“ megumi’s end of the line goes quiet. a comfortable static crackling through your speakers as you busy yourself with other things, waiting for his reaction to your special shipment from abroad. “i thought we said no gifts.” he deflects, bringing a fond smile to your face. as stoic as he may sound, the dark haired man is grateful that you’re not with him in person. that way you can’t see the way his face crumples and his lips fight to twitch with emotion. fushiguro isn’t the type of person to admit that he misses someone, especially you. “you didn’t have to…”

but oh does he miss you. that sense of longing hits him with the force of a tsunami, causing his knees to buckle and for him to forcefully sit down on the edge of the bed. megumi thumbs your gift to him — the very first stuffed animal he’d ever won you on one of your very first dates at the beginning of your relationship.

it’s white fluffy ears and red checked bow tie carry your scent, as if you’d held the bear tight before sending it across oceans to fushiguro. his heart lurches at the memory of you packing the little bear to take with you because you would miss your boyfriend and his closeness.

now he’s the one missing you, and that special bear has made it back to him.

“i didn’t,” you hum at the same time that megumi lays back on his bed — holding the soft toy to his chest. your voice stays low, uses gentle affectionate tones and he feels as though you’re right there with him. whispering your love into his ear while you jay beside him. “but i’ve been gone for half a year, so i figured you’d hold onto the little guy for me for the other half. you know, until i get back and you don’t have to miss me anymore.”

“you’re full of yourself,” fushiguro states, nose tucked into the white fluffy fur of your teddy bear. he inhales the scent of your sugary perfume and relaxes. “‘m pretty sure you miss me more than i miss you…but, uh, thank you.”

“thank you, megs, for waiting for me.”

megumi closes his eyes and pictures the day you get back, and the day that he can finally return the plushie to you. “there’s not long now,” he rasps just before the clock strikes midnight for him. “happy valentine’s day, baby. i…i love you.”

“happy valentine’s.” comes your doting whisper. “i love you right back.”

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pumpkincarriage3 · 1 year

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Green Eyed Monster | Malleus Draconia X Reader (Valentine's Special)

Prompt: Eye-f*cking them all day, making Character A nervous and a blushing mess who can’t properly function.

Synopsis: (Y/n) loved Malleus, they really did. But why wouldn't the dragon-fae stop staring at them?!

Extra: During the Firelit Sky over the Scalding Sands Event. (Y/n) is implied to be Yuu in this. The reader is also gender-neutral.

(Y/n) was trying to look at the different wares in the different stalls. To pay attention to Jamil's explanation of his culture. It was a beautiful culture. And everything that Jamil had to say about it was fascinating, but (Y/n) wasn't able to focus properly. Not because they didn't want to and not because they were bored. No, it was because Tsunotaro wouldn't stop staring at them.

(Y/n) had tried getting him to stop, turning to stare right back in his lime green eyes. Doing so was foolish. Thinking Tsunotaro would actually back down when they did so was even more foolish.

Instead, Tsunotaro had smirked at them. A bit of fang showing at the corner of his lips. (Y/n) engaging only seemed to amuse the fae further, to inspire him into staring even longer.

(Y/n) thought Tsunotaro would eventually look away if they kept staring at him, kept giving him a firm look, but he didn't. And (Y/n) didn't have it in them to keep up the firm appearance the longer they stared back. Not when Tsunotaro seemed to be preening off of their attention. Not when his amusement seemed to come from more than simply finding something funny. Not when his gaze, as sharp as it was, had softened considerably. Though, seeing the playful smirk on the fae's lips, (Y/n) was sure this was a calculated move. Because Tsunotaro knew them and he knew exactly what his gaze was doing to them.

Their cheeks had felt as if they were on fire, when they had finally looked away. (Y/n) had wanted to blame it on heat of the Scalding Sands, but they and everyone else knew they would be lying. For everyone was wearing similar clothes, and even Grimm was doing perfectly fine.

So, they had attempted to just ignore it. Apparently Tsunotaro, and everyone else, thought that was the prime time to tease them even more. For Tsunotaro would stand close to them, not ever moving to far away, never close enough to touch, but his presence looming enough that (Y/n) knew he was always there. Especially since Tsunotaro wouldn't let them remain silent, always speaking in his dulcet tones, his voice seeming even more haunting, even more tantalizing than normal. Always pulling (Y/n) into the conversation with a teasing remark.

It didn't help that everyone else, besides maybe Grimm, had noticed. Seeing their amused grins that they kept giving (Y/n) and how they would taunt them with--

"Is everything okay, (Y/n), you seem a little distracted?" Cater spoke, taunting (Y/n) with a particularly smug grin. And to make matters worse, Tsunotaro chipped in with his own--

"Oh? Is everything alright, Child of Man?" Tsunotaro asked, his voice extremely smug. He knew exactly what he was doing. And why wouldn't he? He was a green eyed monster that was setting out to devour (Y/n). And (Y/n) didn't think they would mind very much if he did. And (Y/n) was certain that Tsunotaro, no Malleus, knew that too.

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months

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Valetines Day Bingo: Mix Tape - Will Trent x Reader

Tagging: @yezzyyae @words-and-seeds @trublu2u @cassiopeiablog @kmc1989 @reneejett4

Hitting the Homemade Square on the Valentine's Day Bingo Card!

Will doesn’t realise it’s Valentine’s Day, not until he finds the gift left on his desk. It’s a small midnight blue box, no bigger than the leather coaster he sets his coffee cup on. His dark eyebrows crease into a frown as his fingertips trail over the gold silk ribbon tied neatly in a bow on the top. He has no idea where it’s come from, there’s been no women in his life since before Angie passed away, certainly none who would be so thoughtful.

He's careful as he opens it, someone’s put a lot of thought into it making it look pretty and it seems a shame to ruin it. He’s surprised to find a small Dictaphone tape inside, resting on crisp gold tissue paper. It’s not one of his, he can tell from the lack of wear and the fresh green label on the top.

A puzzle, he thinks as he removes the tape from the box and pops it into his Dictaphone. He sits down in his chair and leans back, pressing down the button with his thumb.

He smiles when he hears your voice, the sweet dulcet tone in his ears as you say.

“Top Romance Songs of all time, dedicated to Special Agent Will Trent who wouldn’t know taste if it bit him in the ass.”

You’ve gone old school and made him a mixed tape; one he can listen to on his Dictaphone anytime he wants. The idea must have come from the argument the two of you had last week.

It’s the sheer amount of effort you’ve put into the gift that humbles him. Tracking down tapes that’ll fit his device, finding recording equipment to transfer the songs onto the tape so the sound is clear instead of muffled. He has no doubt you bribed someone downstairs in the IT department to help with that. Noone has ever given him such a thoughtful gift before, not in all the years he’s been on this Earth.

He's still listening to it when you get back from court later on in the day. He sees your familiar shadow through the patterned glass as you walk past his door and straight into your own office. He hears your delighted laugh through the wall and the edges of his mouth twitch up into a smile.

It’s a couple of seconds later you appear at his door, knuckles rapping on the glass as you hold up a box of baklava from Broz Bros Bakery, almost forty minutes away. Each piece of pastry is a work of art, handcrafted with tiny sugar flowers and hearts. He’d known the instant he laid eyes on it that you’d love it. He’s tied the gold ribbon from his gift around the box. His bow isn’t as neat as yours, but he thinks he’s done an alright job.

“I don’t suppose you know who dropped off this box of baklava on my desk?” You ask him as you linger in the doorway.

“Not a clue.” He says before raising to his feet and slipping back into his waistcoat, he busies himself by focusing on the buttons as he asks. “Do you have plans tonight?”

“I have a hot date with the computer in my office and this box of baklava,” You tell him as he smooths his palms down over the creases. “What about you?”

“Betty.” He says simply and you smile, that knowing smile of yours because the love he has for that dog, it’s heartwarming.

“I will leave you to it then.” You say, stepping back over the threshold.

“Camilla…” He says and you pause for a second, meeting his earnest gaze. “The man who bought you that baklava, he’s lucky to have you in this life.”

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dulcetscen · 2 years

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you were my first...

crush

You’ve been trying to talk yourself out of it all morning.

Imagining all the possible worst-case scenarios, completing every “what-if?” that you could think of. mentally listing reason after reason as to why you shouldn’t do what you were just moments away from doing.

And yet here you were, grabbing the attention of the guy that’s shared the seat next to you since the first day of your first year at Seirin.

“Hey Kagami,” you leaned over in your seat closer to him, drawing him away from watching the clouds that passed outside. “You have a few minutes? I need to talk to you.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you, a bit worried at how serious you sounded but curious as to what it is you had to tell him.

“You okay?”

He slowed his steps down the hallway to fall into rhythm with yours as you led him away from the small clusters of your classmates on lunch break, attempting to find an area with just enough privacy for you to get what you wanted off of your chest.

Were you okay? Probably not, seeing as though your heart felt as if it was about to burst out your chest. You had nothing past the point of getting Kagami’s attention planned out - hoping that the words would form on their own and come out in the best way possible.

But if you were being honest, your mind was muddled. Completely fried in panic and excitement. But that’s what usually happens when you’re alone with Kagami like this, his typically fleeting attention focused solely on you.

It gave you butterflies and a mini heart attack at the same time.

You finally turned to face him, the two of you ducking into a vacant, quiet hallway.

Just the two of you. You, and the boy that somehow wedged himself into your life. Kagami, one of the few people you’d tell almost anything to. The idiot whose brash, impulsive attitude constantly drives you insane, his almost obsessive determination for things becoming a source for your own motivation.

Him, the cause of your utterly hopeless crush, the first of any like it, and what you’re hoping would be the last.

“Kagami,” ba-dum “I don’t really know how to say this.” ba-dum “But I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.”

“Hey,” he was getting nervous, scanning your face for a clue on what you wanted to tell him in this empty hallway, why you suddenly looked as nervous as you ever had before, why he was starting to feel nervous himself too. “Spit it out already.”

ba-dum

You looked away from him, second-guessing the words that came out of your mouth just a second later. “Ilikeyou,” you paused, surprised at the eloquent confession, “I like you, and I have for a while now but I didn’t believe it. And I hate it because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, but I’m happy that it’s you but at the same time I’m not because you’re my best friend. And I understand if this makes things awkward between us but I had to tell you because I can’t keep it to myself anymore-“

“[y/n]. Shut up for a second.”

Damn. ba-dum This was it. ba-dum The rejection that you knew was going to follow. ba-dum This was a terrible idea, but maybe there’s still time to…

Looking back up at him, he bloomed a deep, uncontrollable shade of red. ba-dum

“Just, give me a second. Okay?”

Huh? Was he red with anger? Is he holding back laugher that’s threatening to bubble out for your sake? Does he maybe…?

He turned away, taking a few steps away from you.

It hurt to look at him from this position, his shoulders squared, rising and falling with the exhale of the deep breath he took.

Let me down easy at least. “So,” He’s never had a way with words. “I’m your first crush, huh?” Ugh, don’t say it like that.

“I hate that you got to say it first though.”

You glanced over at him, his eyes setting on yours, his cheeks still dusted with a blush.

He smiled at you. The smile that made you want to smack him sometimes, the one that you can’t help returning with one of your own, the one that made you fall for him effortlessly and helplessly.

Huh? You gave him a sad smile back as he closed the short distance between the two of you.

You flinched slightly as he lowered his head near your ear. ba-dum His voice, uncharacteristically a whisper gave you goosebumps. ba-dum

“Looks like you beat me to it, huh?”

ba-dum

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poetofthedyingstars · 2 years

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Valentine's Day Special Event!

Because I have nothing better to do and I love love, I now invite everyone to join this event. This will last for until February 9 to the 17th of February. I hope many will join and thank you so much! Happy Valentine's Day and enjoy. <3

je t'aime

this is complicated but i write you a love letter (platonic or romantic) from your favorite / comfort character. send a short description of your character, what media are they from and description of you!

ikaw ang sinta ko

i will write a poem for you! (english or filipino), also includes a song!

te amo

i will write any short story requested. find a prompt your own to be honest— /lh but yes. i will not link prompt anymore,,,,, just request whatever kind of story you want.

fandoms for this: dead poets society, bbc merlin, obey me shall we date, the arcana, everything sucks!, she-ra princesses of power, slashers [ghostface, brahms, sinclair bros,,,, idk who do u want],,, just request anyone tbh

random moots tag: @andersonsdeskset @aedan-mills @matthewmurdockgf @imnobodysbaby @mysteriousdeadpoet @crispin-kreme @ecstaticasdean @renmeissance @remusmarch @voidnewtella @exilesblack @camscableknit @rosy-lullabye @emilythefern @theluminoussunflower @mrperryhatepage @love--persevering @marsbernn @justarandompjofan @mrdeadpoet @nee-naw-nee-naw-beepbeep @bobhunds @quartz-forest @ilypitts @cinnamonrollpoets @dulcet-lover @sweatytootheddeadpoet @cupiiid AND FRIENDS THAT I FORGOT TO TAG IM SO SORRY I LOVE YOU ALL

#sig's valentine's day special 💌#mutual tag

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kaigashi · 3 years

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VALENTINES FOR KAGOME! * accepting.

"Roses are red, lilies are white, be my friendly valentine, alright?"

“ usagi-chan! “ her voice is jubilant, dulcet voice almost a song as she steps towards her with open arms and a bright; blinding smile. as if the sun to the tender moonlight that she embodied, kagome was a different light, but something they shared. their infinite kindness for others, their capacity for love that never ran dry.

was it so strange that naturally she had begun to gravitate to her classmate and new ally? pulling her shorter friend into a hug; kagome beams and pulls back; the priestess and time-traveler holding not only a single sunflower; ( maybe she’ll remember the sun is her friend too! ) but! a cute little pink bag; wrapped lovingly and with care, her favorite colors all present. wiggling her eyebrows in an adorably comical way, blue-grey steadfast with affection on her own, that bright laugh continues in her exaggeratedly smooth voice. “ usagi-chan, will you please accept my platonic presents? if you get close enough you’ll smell food...!” she teases with no malcontent, her own handmade chocolates inside! and...some earrings of the moon. she had already been planning ahead for some gifts to give everyone, and usagi-chan had definitely been on that list.

squeezing her hand once; she simply smiles. “happy valentine’s, usagi-chan. happy friend-friend valentine. “ she winks; knowing full well that there’s someone special in usagi’s life, she knows the lovelorn look all too well for a teenager. her smile is almost too bright in its warmth; sweet and sure. the love of a friend., the warmth of the sun.

“ i’m really glad i called out to you that day, usagi-chan. thank you for everything. now come on! “ her voice continues to tinkle with sweet laughter. “open it! i’m going to die of suspense and i’m not the one who planned ahead! “ whether usagi wanted her as her friend valentine today didn’t matter, kagome was happy just to be able to give today.

although chocolates and strawberries and raspberries were hardly bad!

“ tell me if you like’em! “ / @chxmpionofjustice

#✧ ... ☀ moon princess; dearest friend; her kindred spirit. &. chxmpionofjustice.#✧ ... ☀ a warm heart; a listening ear; a soothing hand. &. ANSWERED.#✧ ... ☀ and so i turn my face once more to the sun. &. IC.#chxmpionofjustice

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retvenkos · 4 years

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“and the thought of you fills my mind”

requested

MY GIRL KOURTNEY HAVING A SECRET ADMIRER WOULD JUST HAVE TO INCLUDE SOME OF THE FOLLOWING...

okay, so when she gets the first note in her locker before school, she definitely looks at it and laughs

she thinks it’s some kind of joke, and she goes to throw it away

nini, however, grabs it from her and reads it

“you have a secret admirer, kourt?”

kourtney denies it, but nini keeps it and doesn’t let her throw it out

when the second note comes, nini gives her this pointed look

and kourtney reads it, and not gonna lie, it makes her smile

and when you see this from at the end of the hall, you definitely smile and start brainstorming the next note you are going to leave her

for weeks, kourtney got a note in her locker every day

small, cute messages

your smile brightens the darkest of days

i love the way you are so confident

your eyes sparkle like beautiful diamonds when you are talking about something you love

they were always small and silly, and never anything too revealing that she might know you by

and this was great. you got to see her open her letter every day as you talked to a friend at the end of the hall

she would smile or laugh and then excitedly show it to nini and as the two whispered about who it might be you would head to your first class.

then you would see kourtney in your english class, after lunch, and you would get ideas for your next note.

you figured that there was no harm in your notes

she smiled, which meant that she wasn’t freaked out by them, and they were vague enough to not give away your identity

in fact, one day, in english, you saw her the cover of her binder and noticed your flowy cursive (of which you spent weeks perfecting) in the plastic sheath

you had blushed at that and couldn’t stop smiling the entire period

things were going great

you were able to get out your feelings

kourtney didn’t seem to know

and, she wore her denim jacket more often after you had complimented it in one of your notes

and fam, she looked good in it

however, one day you got bold

i mean, it was valentines day!

you were in a mushy mood

so you gave her a letter

and, because you are a romantic idiot, you wanted to leave it on her desk

that necessarily wouldn’t have incriminated you, but you made two grave mistakes

you see, you were an ensemble member in the musical

and when you wrote her the letter?

it was l o n g - like, multiple pages long

you had read through it twice to make sure your identity was kept safe

but... some secrets are hard to remember

that was your first mistake

secondly, you were dead set on giving it to her in english that day

so when you walked into class and she was already sitting there, you started to panic

a lesser person would have stopped right there and decided to give it to her another day

but you were stubborn

so you waited

when she left took the hall pass, you acted fast, setting everything up on her desk while the teacher played a video about how to write sonnets

he thought it was appropriate for the holiday

you had silently agreed

perhaps you would start writing sonnets for kourtney

when she came back to a letter and her favorite candy bar on her desk, she had her secret admirer cut down to twenty-two possibilities

that was your second mistake

kourtney read the letter you wrote her three times by the end of the school day, and when she walked into play practice, she knew who had been writing to her for weeks on end.

here’s the thing

there were only 22 people in her english class besides herself

there were only two people in her english class who were in the musical

and in her letter, they mentioned her singing

not just any song - bop to the top

“and when you sing there’s this light that comes out from you. When I first saw you sing, the smile that you had on your face was infectious. You were so beautiful and confident in that moment - you were a beacon of light. I have never listened to Bop To The Top the same since hearing your dulcet voice sing those words.”

only the cast of high school musical had heard that.

kourtney walked into the auditorium, and at that moment she spotted the two people it could be

there you were, in the middle of the stage with carlos, going over choreography for one of the songs, laughing as you got the moves wrong

the letter was still in her hand, and as she watched you from across the room, she smiled

she had only talked to you maybe four times, but from what she did know about you, the words were fitting

besides - she was pretty sure e.j. was not her secret admirer

that would have been a twist

she walked over to you, and even though in your letter you had mentioned how confident and sure of herself kourtney was, she couldn’t help but feel incredibly nervous

when you noticed kourtney walking over to you, you were at first just excited to see her

butterflies, the whole shebang

but then,,, oh no,,, the letter

it was clutched in her hands, the paper crinkling from her tight grip

how did she figure it out?

you weren’t ready for her to know it was you!

“hey”

her sudden quietness couldn’t be good. kourtney was loud, outgoing, funny, beautiful.

n e v e r quiet

“hey”

just because you could pretend you were shakespeare when you were writing doesn’t mean you were eloquent in real life.

quite the opposite, actually.

“you’re a great writer, y’know” she gestured to the papers in her hands and you just stared at her dumbfounded “don’t know where you got your inspiration from though.”

“you”

your voice was strong, but laced with confusion.

how could she not know?

“i mean, of course, you would be the inspiration for your own secret admirer letters. who else?”

your sudden courage was unexpected on your end but very much appreciated

kourtney laughed sheepishly and looked down

“yeah, i guess that makes sense.”

you opened up your mouth to say something more - although what you weren’t exactly sure - when miss jen called the ensemble to meet at center stage

kourtney laughed at the bad timing, and you looked at her fondly.

it was now or never

“you really are something special, kourt.”

and you kissed her on the cheek before racing off

kourtney stood there for a moment, a love letter in hand with a flustered smile gracing her lips

she thought of all the ways she could return your weekly favors

and when she came up with a worthy idea, her smile became a smirk and she walked off with that confident bounce in her step

not that you were looking

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

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secrecykept · 4 years

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@lachalaine she IS SO CUTE AND SOFT AND I LOVE THIS THANK U

She’d been idling about him pretty much all night by now, & she was pretty sure he’d noticed. Between peeking at him from around corners & watching him from afar, it’d felt like the chocolates she’d held constantly in hand were screaming at her at some point, telling her to just get the darn thing over with.

Which is what she inevitably did, later towards the end of the night, when she’d finally seen him starting to leave so she’d grabbed her coat as quick as she could just the same. A swift shuffle past the doors on heels that weren’t quite meant to be run in, & then, as she makes it out into the evening air, “Excuse me, wait!”

How familiar such words seemed to be with him, as they closely mirrored a single instance in an elevator not so long ago. And yet here she was still somehow frozen, only instead of holding herself away from him, was she instead taking careful steps closer.

“I — sorry, I know you’re going home, I just wanted to give you — something.” Suddenly stiff hands that’d fumbled with the pouch she’d stuffed into her coat, finally slipping it out only to awkwardly hand it to him in offering. “You’d mentioned you weren’t sure about cake before so, I mean I gave roses to everyone else today but I thought — chocolates might be a good start for you — this time.” A slight tremble as she spoke, as she wasn’t sure if it was the February winds or being under the intensity of his gaze that made her quiver something soft. Still, she attempted to stay strong, as much as she was able.

A soft whisper, a nod. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Oh, he’d noticed alright. Her stare and distant presence had been playing with his senses the entire night, like a ghostly touch or mirage. However, each time he glanced towards her, she seemed to be looking another way or was nowhere in sight. It was enough to have him questioning himself for a while. Was he imagining things?

But he’d caught her a few times. Curiosity sparked and twisted around him to begin with. What was she up to? But as the night went on and the persistent awareness of her attention didn’t fade, the curiosity shifted to amusement, and later to mild frustration.

It wasn’t as if he minded having her eyes on him, not at all, but with her watching him so consistently, he hadn’t a chance to disappear and leave a gift for her in her dressing room as he had done so previously.

Oh well. He could return later and slip it in there, he supposed, but for now, it was time to leave.

In preparation for the cold, he secured his coat tighter against himself as he headed to the door. The cooler times of year were never his favourite, that was for sure, though they did have a certain charm at times. He recalled a particular morning–

“Excuse me, wait!”

The thought shattered like ice on a lake and then drifted away.

“Hmm?”

His steps halted and he turned, mild surprise showing at the sight of the woman (though truth be told, he’d wondered if she might follow after him).

“Miss Dulcet…” he said in greeting, his lips softening into a brief smile. Ah, this was familiar indeed, but this time she chased after him specifically. Why?

Curiosity made a return and tilted his head as he watched her struggle with her coat. What did she have there…?

He blinked. Presented to him in her hand…were chocolates.

The gust of wind around them seemed to sweep right through his mind and clear it of any coherent thought. He could only stare. A moment passed, then another lingered. It was only instinct that had him reaching out to accept the gift, rescuing the sense of tension.

The chocolates were a soft weight in his hand. A present for him. How very strange. He frowned at them ever so slightly as confusion could not be held back.

Valentine’s Day. Still a mystifying concept, but what was more mystifying was the idea that this particular woman would give him something for the day. Did it mean something…? She said she had given roses to others, so perhaps this was nothing special. But why…

And she even remembered his offhand comment about cake.

It was…thoughtful.

Something inside him shifted uncomfortably at that, but he ignored the feeling and raised his eyes to her, his expression smoothing into a smile.

“Thank you, I…” He paused, “I really don’t know what to say.”

The wry quirk of his lips spoke of how unusual it was for him to have such a lack of words.

He stepped closer to her, drawn by the way she held herself, like a flower struggling not to shrink back against the cold elements. He hoped his shift blocked most of the chilled air from getting its icy touch on her.

Closer and closer still, he finally stopped. He leaned down to her, instincts ringing loudly through his body. Closer. Until his lips brushed her cheek like whisper.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Slowly, he straightened up, eyes soft and warm upon her as he lifted the chocolates partway between them. “Share them with me, won’t you? And if you’re finished for the night, can I walk you home?”

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jeoseungsaja · 2 years

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You could have it the easy way, simply skip over the festivities, recognise it for what companies are trying to gain from it, lock the door, stay inside, and hope that it will be a regular day, or at least one devoid of any strange surprises. OR you could have a dopey smiling dokkaebi standing at your front door, carrying a bouquet of royal azaleas and roses that is larger than his torso, multiple shopping bags filled to the brim with art supplies, chocolate, and other far too expensive gifts (from perfumes chosen according to Yeo's taste and with the sensitivity of his nose in mind, to expensive watches and handcrafted glass trinkets depicting objects, colours, anything he likes) hanging from his other arm, dressed to the nines and saying: "Happy Valentine's Day~"

@mythvoiced ♚ 💕 yeo's lovemeter when it comes to this absolutely heckin' precious dokkaebi is off the charts, it already broke because it exceeded the limits; what are limits, even, this fox's love toward shin is boundless--- 💕

♔ ———–

"Aish,"

he takes a step back to fully look at himself in the mirror; sighing as he adjusts the collar of his black-colored dress shirt. Gumiho stretches his arms and looks at the color of his blazer --- it's vibrant red, bought specifically for this occasion and he doesn't know if it's too much. Perhaps he should've purchased a different one? Perhaps he...should've just dressed as he usually does? Heavens, when was the last time he was this worried about looking good for someone? Centuries ago, most likely.

And when was the last time he celebrated a holiday like this? Mischievous fox used to take advantage of this day to purchase special sweets only released during Valentine's Day as to eat them by himself, not really minding the rest of meanings date could have. He'd spend the day going into different stores, dismissing every 'wow, your partner must be so lucky if you're buying something like this for them' with a nonchalant smile; taking all dulcet items home as to watch My Neighbor Totoro for nth time whilst eating away.

Who would've thought that life eventually had different plans for him. Forget all the candy for himself; brush away every lollipop and special flavor of ice cream with heart-shaped sprinkles. All the gifts he took the time to pick out during the past week were not chosen for him but for someone who occupies his mind all day, every day; for someone who makes his heart beat like the loudest drum just by a single look shared.

A hand rearranges bits and pieces of his lustrous hair, still having his doubts. Palms fall on his hips, wondering if he just should go ahead and choose something different from his closet. Maybe he should forget about this blazer, select another one, give this one to Rang, doesn’t he use hues like these? Would it fit him? Would he even want it? He can already imagine his face of distaste; the possible words spewed as to force denial out of lips --- maybe a present isn’t a good idea...for now.

Suddenly, bell rings and notions swirl away; being short in time makes the decision for him, keeping clothes as they are. He gets out of his room and walks toward living room’s table, making sure all rectangular boxes are correctly arranged. Three boxes, all of them elegantly wrapped in shades of silver, gold and red. The biggest box has a long, coffee-colored coat inside; the medium-sized one contains a fluffy, soft pink sweater (the color reminded him of cherry blossoms, he had to buy it). The smallest holds a framed drawing made by Yeo, one with the image of hands holding each other; the sight of beach’s waves (different tones of blue) in the background and branches of olives spreading out of the sleeve of one of the painted hands, as if touch alone could make them grow.

And yes, this might be a little cheesy, it might be a little sappy; so what? An enamored fox bleeds love all over the place and it cannot be helped. Besides, Kim Shin deserves all these things and much more; he’d give him the universe if he could trap it in a snow globe, if Shin asked him to.

The bell rings again.

“I’m going, I---”

If Shin’s the one behind the door (it is Shin, he can smell him from here, along with the mixture of other scents; he swears he’s also picking up the fragrance of roses from somewhere, and royal azaleas? What’s that other smell, it��s sweet---), then why is he ringing the bell? He could easily come inside, teleport himself right through...ah, always the respectful gentleman; he rather wait than break any boundaries.

Yeo opens the door. So that’s why it also smells like roses and royal azaleas.

He chuckles, chuckles in a way where he can’t believe this is happening; chuckles in the shape of content giddiness; where lips keep a bright smile even when sound has temporarily faded from mouth. Though Yeo expected his visit, he didn’t expect all of this. The beautiful and gigantic bouquet; the numerous bags hanging from fingers and wrist --- goodness, does he even deserve any of this? Does he even deserve that gorgeous smile; the way Shin stands there, dressed so nicely, with bright eyes that look at him as if he’s worth much more than what others used to whisper in the past?

Maybe he doesn’t. But he wants to earn this. Doesn’t matter how many fights he has to fight for it, he’ll take them all if it means he’ll get to live more moments like these by Dokkaebi’s side.

“What’s all this? Shin, you--where did you get a bouquet this big? Royal azaleas are not easy to find during this season, where---”

But it shouldn’t surprise him, should it? The great and outstanding Goblin is capable of finding royal azaleas in the middle of the desert if needed. To think Shin chose this combination instead of choosing whatever set of flowers was available; to think he remembers his favorite ones...well, the fox’s heart is in a flurry.

Yeo’s hands stretch to help him carry the bags; fingers latching to strings and noticing that the sweet scent he identified earlier is coming from there.

“Is...there chocolate in here? Smells a bit of alcohol and scented oils in there, too...perfumes? Why are the bags so heavy? Now the gifts that are waiting for you in the living room will look bad next to these, such an overachiever---”

A huff, but he smirks, as if to say that he’s only teasing; tone fond and far from holding any kind of negativity. Yeo places some of the bags atop a coffee table near the corridor and the others on the floor due to lack of immediate space. He then turns about and leans in to smell the bouquet; pleasantly inhaling the rich fragrance.

“So pretty. But you know who’s prettier?”

Leaning back, he carefully takes the bouquet in his arms and with a roguish glint in his eye, he looks up to see Shin...and swiftly manages to sneak a peck on the other’s lips.

“You. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

A playful smile dances on mouth before nonchalantly moving about; safely placing the flowers atop another table. He’ll definitely place them in a vase later, but first---

“I have to properly thank you for all of this.”

He returns to where Shin is; closing entrance’s door and looking at him with utter fondness. Yeo tilts his head to a side, stretching his hand toward the holder of his heart, inviting him to take it if he wishes to.

“How about...one kiss for each gift? Each flower counts as one gift, so that alone gives you about...hmm...thirty, forty kisses? Maybe more? What do you say? If yes, you might want to sit down for this...it’s going to take a while. My lap’s available as a seat, just a suggestion---”

———– ♔

#mythvoiced #♔ || sword and ash is not what you are; you're the blue flame that's swallowed my heart (kim shin / verse four).#W A N G Y E O #What was that in the end I'M CRY-IUDWHEIDIASDHIWUEDH #He takes the reigns and this is what happens (wHEEZE)#let us remember how shameless Yeo can be UWHEIUDHUIEH #Sb to Shin: Please take a seat there are many chairs available #Yeo: He'll be sitting here thank you (pats his own thighs)#Willing to become a fox throne to hold a mighty and precious Goblin pLEASE SEND HELP #Yeo: I was not King I was only in royalty to study thrones and become one---#Yeo: I hold no regrets because these arms were made to hold him this chest was made for him to rest onto if he wishes to tHIS HEART WAS MADE #TO LOVE HIM ----#this got very long but as always YEO WOULDN'T HECKIN' SHUT UP #KIM SHIN PLEASE TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME I JUST---#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS ASK ;W; NEEDLESS TO SAY YEO IS OVER THE MOON / HE LOVES SHIN SO MUCH I'M GONNA CRY---#HE'S GOING TO USE ALL THOSE WATCHES THOSE ARE THE ONLY ONES HE'LL EVER USE FROM NOW ON I'M SURE---#EAT ALL THE CHOCOLATE (AND SHARE WITH SHIN IF HE WANTS-) AND PUT ALL THE TRINKETS ON VISIBLE SPOTS SO YEO CAN SEE THEM DAILY AND SMILE A LOT #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YEOSHIN / THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL DYNAMIC / THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OUR PLOTS AND DYNAMICS AND EVERYTHI #NG (TAGS SHOULD HOLD MORE CHARACTERS I HAVEN'T STOPPED YELLING DUMBLR--) / THANK YOU I LOVE YOU #I HOPE THIS REPLY'S OKAY ;W; IF YOU'D LIKE ME TO CHANGE ANYTHING PLS LET ME KNOW <3333333 #♔ || queue.

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causalitylinked · 2 years

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"Ike-P-saaannn!!!"

Despite her best attempts to stay in 'character' of the persona she'd chosen to adopt as Musagi, it's rather difficult for her to keep her excitement down when she's worked so hard on his Valentine's Day gift. It had taken a few attempts, some tips from Kuchinashi, much encouragement from their resident and beloved virtuadoll, and a startling amount of courage.

Nearly tripping in the process of trying to reach the other before he goes out on his usual rounds to visit Men's Fist--Musagi is thrusting the small red box of home-made chocolates into his hands once they're out, cheeks dyed quite red and visibly at that even with her trademark rabbit hoodie pulled up.

"U-Um, I .... ! "

She doesn't want to say they're honmei, even if it's embarrassing to say otherwise despite it being the truth--But Ike-P's always been good to her amongst the Ostinato. Whether by simply keeping her company or chatting with her enough that she was able to open up just a little about her past, she swallowed hard.

"H-Happy Valentine's Day, Ike-P-san!"

VALENTINE’S DAY ASKS. » always accepting!

The moment he hears his name being called out by a very familiar voice, Ike-P finds himself coming to an immediate halt. Of course, with him knowing it so well, it doesn’t take long for him to register that sweet, dulcet-y tone as belonging to none other than Musagi’s, prompting him to wonder - was she going to be giving him chocolates as well? Well, regardless, he decides to play it cool before finally turning around to regard her with a friendly yet easygoing grin laced along his lips.

“Yo, Musagi!” Ike-P finally waves. “...Oi, oi, oi, what’s the rush? It’s not like I’ll be going anywhere, y’know... not when my attention is already ensnared by the lovely lady chasing after me!” Despite asking her this, though, he did actually have an inkling of a suspicion he knew what was going on judging from the cute little box tightly clasped within her hands; still, he wanted to hear it from her lips specifically, so naturally, he feigns ignorance.

Considering how clumsily she stumbles towards him, though, Ike-P was almost inclined to catch her on the off chance she fell, but fortunately, it seemed she possessed enough grace to eventually stand before him with chocolates thrusted forward and cheeks dusted an adorable crimson hue.

Honestly, while he was used to receiving chocolates from other girls, the fact it was from her causes his gaze to soften, for when it came down to it, Musagi knew him on a much more personal level; plus, she was the only one he could ever say he truly liked, when all the rest were superficial fans who would easily turn their back on him once they realized he was nowhere near as handsome in real life than he was in Mobius. Well, regardless, Ike-P wasn’t the type to keep a lady waiting; therefore, he’ll soon waste no time in prying her gift off her hands with his usual charming smile.

“Heh... thanks!” Ike-P proceeds to wink. “Since it’s from you, I will make sure to savor them with my whole heart, body, and soul!” Sure enough, he’ll extend an unoccupied hand to grab one of hers before suavely raising her knuckles up to his lips and leaving it a delicate kiss. “Happy Valentine’s, Musagi~ I’ll sing a special heavenly requiem just for you at my next live concert! So look forward to it, alright?”

@getofflikeagun

#getofflikeagun #█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• QUEUED — ⧼ because livi is a busy adult irl. ⧽ 』#┕━ ❛ ✟. muse »» 𝐈𝐊𝐄⁃𝐏〡from the day you are born... you won’t always have a full deck of cards to play with in your life.#┕━ ❛ ✟. ship »» 𝐈𝐊𝐄⁃𝐏 𝐗 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈〡tap on my window... knock on my door. i want to make you feel beautiful.#┕━ ❛ ✟. answered »» 𝐈𝐊𝐄⁃𝐏〡wire message received.#[ NOT SHOWN IN THE ASK: wicked gagging in the background ]#[ but anyways! thank you for sending this in kaerene <3333 ]#[ ngl i'm still not confident i did ike-p any justice but even so i hope my response manages to put a smile on your face! ]

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raccoon-macaroon · 7 years

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

I couldn’t let Valentine’s Day pass by without writing something about Benny!

I hope you guys like it!

AO3 link

“Am I doing this right?” asked Corrin, examining the brown mixture dubiously.

“It would turn out better if you would just let me do it,” said Peri, exasperated. “Making good chocolate takes practice.”

“I told you, I want to make it myself so it will be special,” Corrin repeated, scraping the bottom of the pan. “But I think I ruined this batch. Do we have any more?”

“Not enough for you to mess up again and still have enough for the other girls,” said Peri.

Corrin sighed. “Then this will have to do. It should still taste alright even if it doesn’t look pretty, shouldn’t it?”

“It will probably be fine,” said Peri, getting out more ingredients. “Just pour it and move along, I have at least 10 more girls who need help making their chocolates.”

Right on cue, Charlotte, Felicia, and Effie walked into the kitchen.

“Who are you making chocolate for, Effie? Someone special, maybe?” said Charlotte sweetly, tossing her perfect golden curls. Charlotte looked flawless as always. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and her outfit only accentuated her voluptuous curves.

“I’d like to make a box for Princess Elise, and I guess a box for Arthur. But mostly I wanted to make some for myself,” said Effie.

“What about you Charlotte?” said Felicia.

Charlotte laughed, a tinkling sound. “Oh, I’m not telling! But I’m going to need a LOT!”

Corrin finished pouring her chocolates and excused herself from the crowded kitchen, praying they would taste alright.

The very air smelled of chocolate. It was Valentine’s day, and everyone in the army was getting involved, whether they wanted to or not. Kaze’s arms were full of homemade chocolates from admirers from the surrounding villages.

“Thank you,” he said graciously as another girl set one on top of the pile. After she had left, he turned to Silas. “I don’t think I’ve ever even seen her before,” and Silas laughed.

“Here,” said Selena, shoving a small box into Laslow’s hands. “It’s only obligatory chocolate. Because we work together. Got it?”

Laslow smiled and nodded. “Of course, of course.”

He joined a group of men who were apparently comparing notes about who got the most chocolate.

Opening the box, he popped one in his mouth. “Have you received chocolate today, milord?” he asked Xander.

“I have indeed,” said Xander, somewhat smugly. “From three different beautiful women.”

Leo scoffed. “Yeah, your sisters.”

“I haven’t been given any chocolate,” said Niles, “but I was gifted some…other things.”

“Lady Elise was kind enough to give me some chocolate,” said Arthur, “But before I got to taste it I was attacked by a bear, who ran off with it.”

Benny chuckled. Corrin watched him from the corner of her eye. He had been standing with the other men but hadn’t said anything.

After a few more minutes, Benny left the group and headed towards the door.

Now’s my chance, thought Corrin. She slipped out the door after him.

“Here you go Benny!” That was Charlotte’s voice. She and Benny were standing a little ways off, and Corrin froze, hidden in the doorframe.

“Thank you, Charlotte,” he said. “I can always count on you.” Corrin peeked out at them. He was smiling at her. Oh. That was how it was. Corrin bit her lip and stepped back inside. She had often seen them together, but hadn’t connected the dots until just now. How stupid of her. And why hadn’t she? Charlotte was gorgeous, sweet, and could hold her own in a fight. What was there not to like?

Corrin gripped the chocolates more firmly than was necessary and hurried away, holding back tears through sheer force of will. When she got to her room she threw the box under her bed and grabbed her Yato. She needed to move, to sweat, to not think. And maybe later she would let herself cry.

Stupid. Her sword sliced clean through. Idiot. The wood split in half. How could you have not seen what was right in front of you? The dummy’s bucket head went flying. 58 training dummies later, Corrin felt only marginally better. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and leaned on her sword. The sun was starting to go down, and Corrin felt a chill settle over her sweaty skin.

Then she hear the lilt of a familiar voice. “Noooo, they’re just for you, silly! I made them special!”

Corrin saw Charlotte talking to a soldier near the weapons rack.

“I hope you like them,” Charlotte said, twirling a finger around a lock of hair.

“Sorry, but I’ve already got a girlfriend,” said the soldier, looking both pleased and pained.

“Oh,” said Charlotte. Corrin couldn’t see her face, but she imagined the tears pooling in her big blue eyes.

“Oh, please don’t cry!” said the soldier, “Here, I’ll try one, will that make you happy?”

“Mm-hmm,” Charlotte sniffled, wiping her eyes daintily.

Unfortunately for the soldier, his girlfriend came around the corner at that exact moment. Yelling words Corrin had been taught never to say, she dragged him off by his ear, while Charlotte shrunk away from her wrath.

After a few moments they were gone. In one swift move, Charlotte topped the weapons rack, sending swords and clubs crashing to the ground.

“DAMN IT!” she shouted, flinging the rest of the chocolates on the ground. “Ugh, I was this close!”

She picked up a hand axe and tossed it at a nearby tree trunk. It embedded itself deep in the wood, but Charlotte puled it free effortlessly with one hand. As she raised the axe to throw it again, her eyes met Corrin’s.

Immediately she dropped it. “Oh, Princess Corrin!” she said, her voice turning sweet again. “I didn’t see you there. I was just trying to practice a little bit, you know, get stronger so the others don’t have to take care of me all the time.”

Corrin stared at her, not saying anything.

“Ugh,” Charlotte groaned, throwing her hands up. “Fine, you caught me. This is how I really am. Are you shocked?”

“Yes,” said Corrin, “but not about that.” She felt the anger rising up inside her. “How could you do that to him?”

“Huh?” said Charlotte.

“Benny!” Corrin yelled, “How could you lead him on like that and then go after other men?!”

“What?” said Charlotte, looking genuinely confused.

“I saw you give him the chocolate,” said Corrin.

“Oh, that,” said Charlotte, “Yeah, I give him some every year! Friendship chocolate! Benny’s practically family, so what’s all the fuss about?”

Corrin froze. “Friendship…chocolate?”

“Yeah,” said Charlotte. Then realization dawned on her face.

“Oh my gosh…you like him?!”

“What?!” said Corrin, blushing, “I never said-“

Charlotte threw back her head and laughed. Her dulcet giggles were instead cackling guffaws.

After a moment Charlotte wiped her eyes and threw an arm around Corrin’s shoulder.

“Yeah, we’re just friends. Man, he’s a lucky guy though, having a princess in love with him. I’ll help you out, on one condition.” “Yes?”

“Don’t tell anyone my secret, alright? If anyone asks, I’m very delicate and feminine, the epitome of womanhood and grace. Got it?”

“Sure,” said Corrin nervously.

Charlotte looked into Corrin’s eyes for a moment, then nodded, certain she meant it.

“Alright then,” she said, clapping Corrin on the back. She snickered again. “Man, you and Benny, huh? You seem like a good one. He deserves someone like you.”

Charlotte helped Corrin find a new box to replace the one that had been slightly squished.

“Thank you,” said Corrin, arranging the chocolates inside. “You know, even if you’re not the person I thought you were, you’re still very kind.”

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t tell anyone,” said Charlotte, digging through her trunk. “You got anything better to wear?”

“Huh?” said Corrin.

“Here,” she said, tossing a blue dress at Corrin. “But I’ll need it back when you’re done with it. His room’s down the hall and to the left. He turns in pretty early, but I think if you hurry you can still catch him before he goes to bed.”

Corrin stood frozen in front of Benny’s door. She picked at a piece of lint on the dress. It had fit nicely, but Corrin had become so accustomed to wearing her battle armor that it felt foreign to wear a dress again.

Hesitantly she tapped on the door. She heard the squeak of a chair, and heavy footfalls approached the door.

Benny opened it, looking surprised to see Corrin. His hair was slightly damp, as if he had just gotten out of the bath, and he was wearing a cotton shirt and pants.

“Hi Benny,” she said, feeling butterflies in her stomach. “This is for you,” she said, handing him the box.

Benny gently took it from her, looking surprised.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to get it to you. Some…things came up.”

He nodded, smiling. “Thank you.” He shifted for a moment. “Is…is it…friendship…chocolate?”

Corrin smiled and glanced at the ground. “No, it’s not.”

Benny smiled hugely. “Wow,” he said,” This is the first time I’ve ever received chocolate on Valentine’s day. Well, that wasn’t from Charlotte.”

Corrin glanced up at him.

“I mean, she always gives me friendship chocolate,” he said hurriedly. “She’s like family…”

Corrin smiled. “I know.” Corrin motioned with a finger, beckoning him closer.

Looking confused, he bent over.

Corrin pressed a light kiss onto his cheek. His cheek had the slightest hint of stubble under her lips, and he smelled like soap.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Benny.”

#Benny #Corrin #Fire emblem #fe #fe:fates #fanfic #fanfiction #Benoit #Kamui

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dulcetscen · 2 years

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you were my first…

shoulder to cry on

“I don’t want to bother you. Seriously, it’s all just… a lot.”

If there was one thing that Chris knew best, it was what “a lot” meant. The feeling of all the world’s weight falling on your shoulders, and wanting to seem strong enough to handle it all on your own.

Especially now, the cusp of your third year, what so many people call the ending of your childhood and the first big step into the rest of your life.

It was a lot, too much even.

Too much for you to deal with alone.

“I’m here to listen.” Chris offered, taking a seat next to you on the bench that he found you on in the courtyard.

Classes and club practices had ended nearly an hour ago, with everyone heading to their dorms to relax the rest of the night only to do everything over again tomorrow morning.

And here you two were, the gentle breeze of spring brushing by you two, silently sitting in the now vacant courtyard as the sunset across Seido’s campus.

If it weren’t for the stress that you physically felt at your temples, or the ever-present nervousness at the pit of your stomach because of it, you would’ve smiled in pure bliss. The bliss of being with Chris, who always seemed to be right beside you when you most needed it.

It’s like he knew when you needed him, and would always appear without so much of a word from you.

You didn’t even question when your best friend managed to find you in the courtyard, tucked away from the main grounds of your school. You had jumped slightly when he called out to you, his gentle voice asking if you were alright.

You tried to turn away from him, reaching up to rub away the tears that were forming in your eyes.

“Huh? Nothing, I’m fine Chris.” You tried to force out a laugh, but it instead came out as a sob that caused you to cover your hand over your mouth in an attempt to silence it. You took a few moments, painfully aware that Chris was still standing just a few steps away from you, his eyes likely holding that soft look they always do when you were alone with him, watching as you struggled to get yourself together.

“I don’t want to bother you, Chris.” You finally admitted, “Seriously, it’s all just… a lot.”

You looked over at him when you felt the bench tip slightly as he took a seat beside you, your eyes meeting with his deep brown ones.

They were just as you imagined. Soft, worried, tired, like they always were.

Your vision became blurry with tears as you looked over at him.

“Hah, sorry Chris,” you laughed as you wiped at your tears again, “How embarrassing. You know I’m not always a mess like this, right-“

His hand was gently but stead when it reached over to your opposite shoulder, pulling you into his chest, your face fitting almost perfectly in the crook of his neck. He brought his other hand up to wrap it around you as well, fully embracing you against him without saying a single word.

You froze, knowing that this embrace was so much different than the ones you shared before. You couldn’t help the hand that reached up and clutched at the fabric of his t-shirt when his words met your ears.

“You can cry now, [yn]. No one is watching.”

And that was all you needed. So you cried, letting out all of your frustrations, the stress of soon entering your last year of high school, the pressure of living up to expectations, the worry if you were going to succeed or not.

All of your burdens became so much lighter, almost nonexistent because Chris was right there to bear it with you.

#chris yuu takigawa x reader #chris takigawa yuu #chris yuu takigawa #takigawa chris yuu x reader #chris takigawa yu #chris yuu #chris takigawa #ace of the diamond fanfic #ace of the diamond #diamond no ace #dna x reader #diamond no ace x reader #diamond no ace fluff #dna fluff #dulcet Valentine's Day Special

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dulcetscen · 2 years

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you were my first…

kiss

You hated dreaming.

You hated how sometimes, dreams were almost impossible to tell apart from reality. Everything would be perfect, just how you wanted it to be, then boom your alarm is going off, yanking you away from the small corner of heaven that you managed to create.

It hurt, to have to go back to dull, everyday life.

But at this moment, you put the worry of that future hurt to the back of your mind. This dream was too sweet, almost too real to ignore, and end so quickly.

The warmth that bloomed in your chest so perfectly matching the warm lips that fit onto yours like a puzzle, the calloused yet gentle hands cupping your cheek while the other rested gently on your hip. It was all so perfect, that you would do anything to make it so that this dream would never end.

But when Ushijima pulled away, his cheeks so faintly dusted with a blush, his warm fingertips ghosting along the skin of your cheek, you almost for a second believed that maybe it wasn’t a dream.

He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and his lips pulled back in a smile that you almost missed. He took a few moments to regain himself, the last few moments happening on an impulse that he uncharacteristically acted upon.

“Sorry,” he whispered to you, pulling away from you to look down into your eyes. “I wanted to do that before I see you home.”

That’s right. It was nearing the end of your summer break, and by some chance, you and Ushijima had stumbled across each other during the last day of the firework festival.

You weren’t a couple, not officially anyway. But you were way more than passing friends. The feelings were very clearly there between the two of you, but neither had really figured a way to connect them.

The fireworks had already ended, and Ushijima had declared that he was going to make sure you got home safely.

And though the way back was filled with quiet passing talk, the occasional pause to look up and watch the stray fireworks as they popped across the sky, you could tell that Ushi was deep in thought, the telltale signs being clear as day.

His eyebrows furrowed, his hands clenched into loose fists, his lips pressed in a thin line. If you hadn’t known him as well as you did, you would’ve thought he was pissed at you.

You laughed quietly to yourself. But that was just Wakatoshi, as serious and deadpan as ever.

“Thanks for walking me home, Ushi.”

He gave you a curt nod, his eyes boring into yours a bit more than normal. It made you nervous, and you struggled with the choice of hugging him as you usually did or just hurrying into your house as you wanted to right now.

“You didn’t have to y’know. I’m almost an adult - I can take care of myself.” You playfully winked at him, finally earning a light smile that helped you to not feel so on edge as you did.

“I guess I’ll see you at school next week then?” You turned reaching out to the front gate, “Good night, Ushi-“

But you were stopped when his hand reached out to you, turning you back to face him. Before you could question him, the sudden presence of his hand on your cheek and the other resting on your hip silenced you.

The kiss he pressed against your lips made your mind completely blank.

That’s right. This wasn’t a dream.

He was here with you, now looking down at your lips as another firework shot across the sky above you. His hands were warm against you, his eyes searching your face for any clue as to what you were thinking.

It wasn’t a dream, but you reaching up on your tiptoes to meet his lips again was just a way for you to confirm that.

Like a puzzle. Like a lock meeting it’s matching key.

It felt like a dream to be there with him, like you would wake up any moment and he would be gone with you laying alone in your bed.

But him being here holding you against him proved that this was anything but a dream.

And the tingling feeling against your lips as you parted told you that this moment was way better than anything you could’ve dreamed of.

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