#to others happy VDay too have a good one

[abbyshands]

abby drabbles for vday <3

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a/n; hey, all, happy valentine’s :) i was originally gonna have a fic for this but i was only able to do a few drabbles today &&& i don’t like any of them but it’s fine. also, woeeefully i have carpal tunnel, so with that and me needing to focus more on speaking out on palestine, fics will be more inconsistent (dw btw i am very much fine, just need to rest my hands <3 [which i obv did not do when i wrote all of these so quickly!])

♡ INCLUDES: sub!cam girl!abby bench pressing w/a vibe between her legs, dom!rival prosecutor!abby fucking you in her office, sub!football abby x dom!nerdy!reader

P.S.; please keep in mind that palestine is very much still bleeding. please look at the below links to learn of ways that you can help the people in gaza, and how you can learn more about this ongoing issue overall. please don't stay in the dark about this: like each post, reblog them, etc. if you like my work, then i am asking, demanding you to take the side that i'm on. free 🇵🇸, always.

LINKS: ways you can help | 🇵🇸 masterpost | MORE ways you can help I places to boycott, and families you can help escape | learn more

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a/n; ib by this post! <3

♡ imagine cam girl!abby, 185 pound barbell in her veiny hands as she pumps the load up and down, muscles flexing under the pressure. her face is red, body slick with sweat as her figure caves. you’re looking at her from the end of the bench, poised between her legs as you watch her workout. you crank the setting of the vibrator up for a third time, feeling your own heat build up as you listen to her whine and whimper. “come on, baby. just a few more reps for me, you got it,” you coo, knowing how close she is, hands weakening as the pleasure bubbling up in her core battles to take control. her filming camera’s in your hands, the one she used to go live and make videos with on a daily basis. you pan it to the wet spot that’s visible on her gym shorts, the smirk on your lips widening as the view nearly makes you drool. “look at her. so pretty like this, such a desperate girl,” you whisper more to yourself than to abby, earning a whorish whine from her lips as she pushes the bar above her head again and again. “mmm, s’that feel good, baby?” you coo as you bring a finger up to rub her over her soaked bottoms. abby’s face scrunches as she throws you a bit of an attitude. “y- you know it does,” she nearly snapped at you, and you can’t help but laugh. “hear that? she’s getting bratty with me,” you say, making sure to zoom in on her shaking legs as you give her thigh a small slap, earning a yelp from abby. you know full well her fans are going to go wild for this video, perhaps even more than you. when abby finishes her reps, body too weak to go on, you prop the camera up beside yourselves and place your hands on the sides of abby’s thighs. “good girl. did so well for me, didn’t you?” you ask, the only other noise being the buzzing of the vibe and the sound of abby’s little whimpers. “y- yes, ma’am, i did. n- now please let me cum,” she begs, and you feel merciful. you crank the vibe to the highest setting, and apply more pressure to her pussy with your fingers. you thumb her clit in circles, and watch as abby’s abdomen begins to tense. you push her shorts out of the way for better access, and remove the vibe to pump your index and ring into her soaked pussy, fingering her like a fucking pro. “f- fuck, so close, please, don’t stop,” she whines, and it’s not long before you’ve got the cam girl drenching your fingers in her cum, hips bucking for both you and the camera as it captures every little second <3

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♡ imagine rival prosecutor!abby, who you just won a huge case to, grabbing you by the wrist the second she could, and yanking you into her office. she was bending you over her desk at a rapid speed like she had so many times in the past, forcing you to take the seven inch strap that’s considerably a part of her at this point. “fucking whore. always fucking up my cases. let me show you how that, fuck,” she says as she thrust into you, deep, “fucking feels.” you only get to feel her when you make her lose a case, being the only way she can properly get her anger out. sometimes, you almost want to lose your cases on purpose. “well, maybe you should do your job better,” you challenge her, and, god, she does not like that. she grabs you by the neck as she pounds into you from behind, thick fingers digging marks into your skin. “don’t talk to me like that,” abby remarks as she pushes herself as deep inside you as she can possibly go. she’s so down and dirty with you, using your body like a toy, then discarding you until the next time she loses a case. “f- fuck, a- abby,” she’s got you stuttering soon enough, brain foggy with your own arousal. abby quickens her pace the second she can feel you getting closer to your high, chuckling. “yeah, you like that, huh? get so cockdrunk off this dick every time,” abby grunted. when your moans get too loud to the point where she thinks you’ll make the whole office hear, her large hand covers your lips, muffling those sweet, little noises. “shhh, shhh, baby. you’re my whore, mine alone. don’t want anyone else to hear those cute moans of yours,” she teases. soon enough, she’s got you soaking her cock in your cum, a whiny mewl of her name muffled by the hold she has on your lips. once you’re finished, she very briefly cleaned you up. but then, once she was done, negligence. “abby—“ you begin, ready to beg her for a little more of her attention. but she cuts you short. “none of that. you know this, sweetheart. i’ll fuck you when i lose.”

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a/n; very much inspired by this :3

♡ imagine sub!football!abby (x nerdy!reader) winning the last game of her season. there’s an after party, of course there is, but the buff girl who’s dominant in every aspect of her life, almost, can’t resist spending some time with her girlfriend first. “yeah, honey. played so well for me, didn’t you?” you coo as abby grinds her pussy desperately into your body, your hands digging into her hips. abby’s gorgeous nipples are bouncing up and down before you, perfect, and you make sure to take one of them into your mouth whenever one’s close enough to your face. “mmm, f- fuck, i did, baby, i did,” she moans, voice needy as she thrusts her naked body into your own. the friction she feels from the denim material of your jeans drives her crazy, rubbing up on her clit in the best way possible. your glasses fog up each time you pull her down for a sloppy, wet kiss, tongue dancing with hers as she grinds her pussy into you, desperate. “such a good girl. that’s it, reward yourself, baby,” you encourage her as she goes on, rutting herself into you. she moans as your pants brush up on her clit, burying her face into your neck to bite it, stifling the whiny moans falling from her lips. your hands grab her ass, gripping it as she pushes herself against you as hard as she could. “f- fuck, i love you so much, love you so much,” abby lets out in a whiny moan, easily making you smile. when you’ve got her on the brink, you take one of her breasts into your mouth, tongue swirling skillfully around her nipple. you give her a few small slaps on the ass as she chases her high, cumming all over your jeans in the end. you smile as you cup her reddened cheek, kissing the tip of her nose as she panted out heavily above you. “there’s my football star.”

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[bgomtori]

☆ evening glow - c.bg

synopsis - where you and beomgyu are able to be natural around each other, and finding solace within one another.

-> idol! beomgyu x idol! reader

-> idiots to lovers, established relationship, comfort angst, songfic with lyrics(?)

-> WARNING! talks about mental exhaustion, burn outs, bad descriptions about idol life.

-> NOTES! w2e and beomgyu is just so 😓😓 and happy valentines day!! here's a vday post based on the poll i did recently

if i feel broken, you will find me.

being an idol was tough, busy schedules, having to put up an image for your fans, and not being able to have quality time with yourself. being an idol meant that you had to always put yourself out there, despite fans telling you that placing yourself first was the most important, it wasn't that easy. you couldn't be yourself, you didn't even know who your real self was at this point, you've had this bubbly, outgoing persona on ever since the start of your idol journey, the moodmaker of your group. you were constantly joking around, making the mood more lively and engaging, yet on the inside you knew that you were just someone who lost their childhood in order to pursue their dreams as an idol

that was when you met him, choi beomgyu, someone who was just like you. the moodmaker of tomorrow x together, the middle child of the group, and the one their members relied on. it was a mere coincidence, your groups had similar comeback dates, thus seeing each other backstage was normal. the occassional eye contacts and waves to each other were meaningful, dance challenges being the only times you two could fully interact with one another. it was normal to feel your heart beating against your chest rapidly, especially since you were standing beside such a pretty boy.

little did you know, beomgyu felt the same about you, he admired your vocals, and dance skills, so perfect in his eyes. he felt as if he saw an angel when he first met your eyes from across the stage at a big awards show, bowing to each other when your group was about to leave the stage. for the first time in a while, he felt his heart racing quickly, if this was still high school, he would have already ran up to you and asked for your number, but life was unfair, there were multiple cameras everywhere, they would have definitely recorded him and both of you would have landed yourselves in a scandal.

"and cut! that was a good take, good work for the day." one of the staff members announced through the speakers, you bent over, clenching your knees, panting heavily as you greeted your fans goodbye, your bandmates doing the same, walking off the stage.

"fuck why is today so much more exhausting than the previous weeks." yunjin complained, gasping for air.

"tell me about it. i feel like i fought 5 wars at once." sakura fanned herself, praying that it'll cool herself faster.

"after this, we're finally done with our comeback promotions." you exclaimed, looking forward to the well deserved break the group needed. your group bursted out in cheers, as if they were the only ones in the building, you could only giggle at their actions, clapping to yourself as you tiredly dragged yourself back to your changing room. however, the felt your legs giving up on you as you stumbled forward, you thought that you were about to fall onto the ground face first, until a pair of lean, yet muscular arms grabbed your shoulders. your eyes widened, looking up to see the man you've been eye candying since the start, choi beomgyu.

"oh, uhm sorry." you stuttered out an apology, stabilising yourself while you continuously bowed to him, your face turning red by the second. "no, it's fine, just be careful.. also your group did really well today." beomgyu reassured, complimenting your group at the same time, you thanked him with a bright smile on your face, "good luck to you guys too! i'm sure you'll do just fine. thank you again." waving to beomgyu, running back to your group who was giving you knowing looks.

you placed a finger over your lips, pushing them into the changing room, you took one last look at beomgyu, who was shushing his members, the tip of his ears turning red, before closing the door behind you.

those useless words were falling apart on me.

bumping into beomgyu in your company was more common now, hybe was big, however you two just managed to find each other no matter what. it wasn't long until you two became friends, hanging out at the cafeteria or cafe during your breaks in between practice, waving to each other excitedly, even having beomgyu drop you off at your practice room or dorm. it was quite obvious to everyone and their mothers that the both of you had something for each other.

"sneaking off to see beomgyu again?" chaewon glared at you, completely unimpressed by the way you tried sneaking out of the practice room. you laughed it off, "i'll be back quickly, you guys need a break too right?"

"fine, but be back by 3!" chaewon shouted, you gave her a thumbs up, closing the door as you started sprinting towards the lift. you had an hour before you needed to return to the practice room, that was enough time, right? after what seemed like forever, you finally reached the floor where the cafe was located at, you immediately spotted the brown haired male, his hair shorter than before, sitting infront of 2 cups of americano and a singular strawberry cake.

"sorry, practice took longer than expected." you sat beside beomgyu, startling him with the loud sound of your chair screeching against the tile floor.

"what the fuck, lift the chair up next time." beomgyu grumbled, covering his ears while glaring at you. you gave him a small apology, awkwardly sipping your americano

"this cake for me?" you smirked, nudging beomgyu's shoulder. beomgyu's face flushed, completely forgetting about the cake's existance until you noticed it, "yea.. i was planning to share it with you." beomgyu mumbled, hoping that you didn't hear the last part. you grinned, giving him a tight hug, taking the first bite of the cake.

"how's the preparation for your comeback?" you asked, nibbling on the cake that was laying on your fork. beomgyu swallowed the sweet treat before resting his chin on the palm of his hand, "it's alright, i guess?" beomgyu sounded unsure of his answer, making you slightly worried, usually he was more enthusiatic over his comebacks, excited to tell you everything about it, but this time it was different.

"are you sure? you don't sound like yourself when you answered me." you asked once again, your eyes landing on beomgyu's nervous state. the silence he was giving you made you more concerned, he has never acted this way before. "you know, you can tell me anything right?" you rubbed beomgyu's shoulder, your attempt in comforting him.

i'm struggling in my world.

beomgyu sighed, his eyes averting from your strong gaze. he bit the inside of his cheek, his mind going blank on him, he wanted to tell you, tell you everything he was feeling, including how he felt for you, but it was hard for him to do so. he didn't want to lose you, mainly because you were idols, and barely had time for one another, but still, would it be worth it? he's about to go to america the next week to work on the collab with the jonas brothers, he's been working non stop. beomgyu was tired, physically and mentally.

"you won't get mad?" beomgyu looked softly into your eyes, you nodded almost instantly, "i would never get mad at you." of course you wouldn't, he was basically the male version of you.

"i'm going to america next week, i'm working on another collab, but i'm not even done recording for the other songs in the full album yet." beomgyu admitted, stirring the remaining contents of his americano, waiting for your response, expecting you to scold him for always leaving you or something.

"you're travelling again? didn't you just come back from your tour in the US–" there it was, you were probably about to blame him for always not being able to spend time with you, "that's crazy, like are you not exhausted? did they even give you an off-day? i'll fight your management for you." oh, that was different, beomgyu had a funny feeling in his stomach, it wasn't a stomachache or anything, it felt nice. butterflies in your stomach, was it? it was nice.

"it's ok! we can always call or text when we're away from one another." you beamed, waving your phone infront of his face, his contact on your phone shoved into his face. he took this chance to read what you named him, and that was when you immediately pulled your phone away, you face flushing red. you fucked up.

"your pretty boy huh?" beomgyu teased, his ego going through the roof after realising that there was a chance that you reciprocated his feelings too. you covered your ears, blocking out any teasing beomgyu has directed to you. "shut up, shhh, i gotta go now, bye. i'm gonna be late. don't look for me." you quickly got up from your seat, making a run for it, apologising to the staff you accidentally bumped into.

beomgyu chuckled to himself, unable to ignore the burning feeling on his face, he hid his face in his hands, screaming to himself internally, a giddy smile appearing on his face as he kicked his feet around like a teenage girl in love. he has a chance, he actually has a chance with the girl he has been pinning over. what a dream come true.

"beomgyu? are you drunk or something?" a voice knocking him out of his giggly thoughts, he eyed the person down, only to see soobin hovering over him. "shut up, let's go, i'm gonna kill this next recording." beomgyu almost shouted, pushing away his chair, causing soobin to jolt from the sudden action. beomgyu returned the tray, walking towards the recording studio, soobin swore he saw beomgyu practically bouncing at each step he took.

i might be full of flaws,

you sprinted as fast as your legs took take you to the practice room, gasping for air as you dramatically fall onto the ground. your heart still pounding over the fact that beomgyu basically found out about your mini (huge) crush on him.

"you look like you just saw a ghost what–"

"BEOMGYU KNOWS THAT I LIKE HIM." you screamed, shaking the closest person to you, which was eunchae. the girls turned their heads to you so fast their heads could fly off. even the staff were stunned. "you what!?" kazuha almost jumped, she wasn't believing what she heard.

"i accidentally showed him what i named him in my contacts, and i just ran away.." you added, answering what the girls were probably thinking.

"you just ran? are you an idiot? you didn't even care to hear what he has to say to you?" you groaned at the questions being thrown at you, rolling on the ground like a child, you grumbled, "i wasn't thinking straight ok? either way, i think he's gonna pick me up from here after my practice, you guys know how it is.. we'll probably talk."

speak of the devil, your phone vibrated in your shorts, you felt yourself flinch at the feeling before pulling your phone out.

gyu : i'll see you later at 6, you can't just leave me hanging like that ;)

oh my god, you hated him, you felt like dying right there and then, the way he teased you made you blush.

"come on yn, we still have to practice, let's go." sakura pulled you up, pushing you to your starting position in the dance. you sighed, your mind was too noisy to dance right now, but maybe this would keep you distracted from your thoughts.

but you will crave my heart.

"yes perfect! that's it for today girls, you guys did amazing." the dance coach complimented, clapping for your group's efforts. you cheered, plopping onto the floor, catching your breath.

"yn, your man is outside to collect you." your dance coach joked, pointing to beomgyu who was peeking into the practice room. you flew up from your current position, immediately packing your bags.

"i'll see you guys later in the dorms, love you guys." you blew them a kiss, winking at them while they cringed at your actions, even gagging. you opened the door, almost bumping into beomgyu's chest, luckily you stopped yourself before you could even collide into him.

"let's go talk somewhere." you mumbled, dragging beomgyu to the elevators. the silence was deafening, your eyes constantly flickering from beomgyu to the ground beneath you.

"staring at me wouldn't help with anything idiot."

"i wasn't, i'm just thinking about how to not make this awkward ok." you retorted, crossing your arms against your chest, waiting for the elevator to arrive. beomgyu chuckled, "how long?"

"what do you mean?" you stared at him confused, walking out of the elevator first while beomgyu holds the door for you before following behind you.

"how long have you liked me?" beomgyu clarified, his eyes never leaving your figure. "a really long time, you know when we first saw each other at that award show, i felt a connection. then i guess from there those feelings grew." your voice was barely above a whisper, kicking the rocks you found on the pavement.

"really? i felt the same when i made eye contact with you." beomgyu's lips tugged upwards, happy that you've felt the same since the start.

"wait so you like me too?" you turned back, stopping in the middle of the pavement, seeing beomgyu give you a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "you're kidding, are you serious?"

"of course i am, you're the first person that could understand me for me, so naturally i fell for you." beomgyu confirmed, the apples of his cheeks turning red. "i thought i was obvious with my feelings.. i swear all the little things i've been doing for you wasn't just platonic."

"fuck, i am so dense." you came to your senses, remembering all the times yunjin would almost scream at you about beomgyu being head over heels for you, but you were too stupid to think that your friendship was more than just platonic.

"then now what? are we dating or..?" you asked, you leaned your body closer to beomgyu, wanting an answer out of him while he leaned away, avoiding your eyes.

"if you want to we can.." beomgyu mumbled, his eyes looking down at you for a reaction, only to be met with the most radiant smile he has ever seen, sparkles in your eyes when you heard his answer. he could feel himself melting from the sight of you beaming in happiness, if he was this mushy already, dating you would be ten times worse.

"alright! now let's go to the convenience store and eat something, i might die from starvation." you stretched your body, intertwining your fingers with beomgyu's as you pulled him along with you. beomgyu stared at your interlocked hands and covered his face, heat rushing to his cheeks. he's finally dating you, like officially, something he has been dreaming off since you guys became closer.

i'm broken.

it's been a few months since you and beomgyu have gotten together. it has been a crazy few months, weird sasaengs catching you guys on a date, causing the media to go crazy over this newfound information which eventually led to hybe releasing a statement, announcing that everything was real. after that incident, you two have been hanging out openly, holding hands and hugging each other, a dream come true.

however, being idols meant that you guys had hectic schedules, you were preparing for your new digital single release while beomgyu was releasing a full album. his workload piling up especially since he had just ended the world tour in japan. you barely saw beomgyu, you were losing it, you missed him so much, calling him through the phone wasn't enough. you missed him so bad to the point you started scrolling through beomgyu's hashtag on both tiktok and instagram.

beomgyu, on the other hand, felt the exact same, he missed your soft kisses that tasted like peach, he missed your head pats which reminded him on his childhood, everything reminded him of you, leading him to buy many items for you. he walked out of the practice room with the rest of the boys, smiling and laughing about different topics that they were discussing, trying to keep the mood up, but once he reached his room, he immediately fell onto his bed, letting out a huge sigh. he was tired out of his mind.

gyu : i'm coming over.

yn : what, why?

gyu : just wait for me :'

beomgyu threw on his coat, quietly unlocking the door to prevent the rest from hearing him. he regretted not wearing gloves, the cold air immediately hitting his skin when he stepped out of his dorm, swiftly, he made his way to your dorm, taking every single shortcut that he knew could take him to you quicker.

beomgyu knocked once, no answer, twice, no answer, thrice– the door opened before he could even knock for the third time, revealing a stunned kazuha standing infront of him.

"oh, yn's boyfriend, what are you doing here?" she stared at him from top to bottom, inspecting his posture.

"i want to see yn, also i have a name kazuha." beomgyu rolled his eyes subtly, making sure that it wasn't obvious. kazuha gave him one last look before yelling your name through the dorm. it was so loud it shocked you, you scurried to where the voice was coming from, only to see kazuha holding the door to a shivering choi beomgyu.

"oh my god, beomgyu come in." you invited, pulling him in by his coat, kazuha closed the door, telling you a quick goodnight as she went into her room.

"how long were you out there, jeez you're freezing." you sighed, rubbing your hands together with beomgyu's hoping that it created some type of warmth for him.

so take me to the evening glow.

"can we go to your room instead of standing here..?" beomgyu whispered, placing his hands on your lowerback as he pushed you towards the direction of your room. you led him to your room, locking the door behind you while beomgyu removed his thick coat, revealing the thin sweater he was wearing. you yelped quietly when beomgyu dragged you down onto the bed with him, his arms instantly snaking around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his shampoo engulfing your sense of smell, bringing you comfort to a certain extent.

"is something wrong?" you whispered into his now long, brown hair. beomgyu was quick to shake his head, "missed you." you smiled at his response, knowing that this wasn't the only reason why he was overly clingly to you. beomgyu didn't like to voice out his concerns often, bottling them in as if they didn't mattered. you understood how he felt, since you do the exact same, thus giving him the affection he needed was the most that you could do to comfort him from his spiraling thoughts.

you rubbed the back of his head, playing with the ends of his wolfcut, placing kisses on the top of his head occassionally. beomgyu hummed contently, burying his face further into your neck, if it was even possible.

"am i.. even worth being an idol?" beomgyu suddenly asked, your hands coming to a halt as you looked at beomgyu's doe eyes. you could hear your heart shattering at the question, beomgyu, out of everyone, shouldn't think like that.

"of course you are, you're like the best, have you seen yourself on stage? you're literally amazing." you conplimented him as much as you could, trying to boost his self-esteem. beomgyu sighed, his grip around your waist tightening. "don't force yourself to tell me, i know it's hard for you to open up, i won't make you tell me everything you're concerned about." you reassured beomgyu, pushing him away to look into his watery eyes.

beomgyu whined, being away from your touch felt like he was going to die, he pulled you back into his embrace, "i want to tell you, you're the only one who understands how i feel." you nodded your head, listening to what beomgyu has to say, from him being physically and mentally exhausted from all the schedules to him getting mistreated by the company. even if you didn't say much, beomgyu knew that you wouldn't judge him for how he felt, he felt as if he could be himself around you, instead of being the rowdy, mischievious member he was, he could be quiet and calm around you.

"thanks for listening.." beomgyu pecked your lips multiple times, smiling into a longer kiss. you hummed into the kiss, tilting your head slightly for better access. beomgyu soon pulled away, placing his forehead on yours, "i love you."

you giggled, pulling him back into a tight hug, "i love you too beom."

and lay me down,

on the sun, the tender sun.

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[nouvellevqgue]

WELCOME TO NEW YORK!

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content warnings: complicated, probably not the same with the song, but i hope you enjoyed it!

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[equallyshaw]

little lion | Luke hughes au! ↠ v day in nyc. - blurb. ↠ au Masterlist! ↠ warnings: none! just very cheesy in the beginning lol. ↠ word count: 1.2k.

lion woke up on the 11th of feburary with kisses to her cheeks and giggling, as she peeked one eye open. her mouth turned upward as she realized that it was luke leaning over as he said next to her, with his face only mere inches away from the girl's. "goomorning." he mumbled placing a kiss on the tip of her stubby nose, causing her to blush profusely as she rolled over onto her side. luke chucked softly, setting the flowers on the ground next to the bed before dramatically plopping his hands on both sides of her, and began to tickle her. which, were the absolute death of her.

"luuuuuuuuke!" she screamed through fits of her's and his laughter. "stop stop stop!" she screamed squirming to get away from him, which resulted in her falling off the other side of her full bed. "don't touch no!" she said as he leaned over to check on her, and she quickly shot up into a fake dramatic fighting stance. she raised her fists near her face, squinting as she did. luke sat on his knees with an amused look on his face, "gonna throw a couple?" he teased and then she threw a fake punch. he dodged it, and she tried again and he took the 'blow' to the chest. "oh! my heart!" he said dramatically before pulling her into his chest and plopping her back down on the bed. he hovered over her, and pulled some stray hair that fell out of her loose braid, behind her ears. "you look beautiful, as always." he smiled staring into her eyes and she blushed. "thankyou lukey. also, thankyou for the 7:30 wake-up call." she teased, groaning playfully. "we've got things to do, places to go, and people to see." he said getting off of her and pulling her out of bed. "oh god, if i have to see jack this morning im gonna riot." she teased heading to her ensemble washroom. luke stayed silent, but followed her to the washroom. she began to brush her teeth and stared at luke, with a death glare. "he's actually waiting downstairs." luke finally responded, and lion smiled.

"well ill be sure to take my sweet time getting ready." she grinned before starting her skincare.

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the couple and jack walked into a small cafe in chinatown, as kailey was craving a matcha that morning. the three quickly ordered before sitting down, at a small table in the back. "so! hows the girlfriend prospect's coming along?" kailey blurted and luke froze, as he waited for jack's response. jack's mouth twitched into a sly grin, before shaking his head. "still no luck on that." jack answered honestly, and kaiely nodded. "but happy valentines day to you too, little ovi." jack said mockingly. kailey rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms, "you should be grateful i didn't kick you out of the drivers seat earlier. you should be grateful i let you in on our little vday, j.j." she taunted and luke felt himself stifle a laugh. jack gawked "thought we said no j.j." he mumbled. "all bets are off today, j.j" she shrugged as they set down the matcha's for jack and her, and a coffee for luke.

"i dont know how you guys can drink grass, pure grass." luke said sippig his iced americano. jack laughed as kailey glared at him, "this grass you happen to dislike is good! so hush." she teased. "anywho, im getting sick and tired of this pity party." she paused returning her attention to jack, and motioned with her hands over him, "that im taking it upon myself to set you up little boy." she announced. jack went to dispute while luke chuckled. "unless you consider nico your partner, then i guess were good." kailey added for an extra push. jack rolled his eyes looking up at the ceiling while luke snickered. "shutup before i dump my matcha on you." jack taunted and kailey brought up her's to her lips before winking at him, "whatever you say lil jizzy."

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luke and lion walked into her apartment building, after spending the morning and early afternoon frolicking around manhattan after jack dropped them off. they walked from upper manhattan down to greenwhich that late afternoon, stopped at a small supermarket, brought frozen pizza, and supplies for cupcakes. and luke ofcourse, had to get her another set of flowers- roses this time because her face lit up as they walked through the front doors of the store. she told luke no, but he got them anyways for her.

the two headed up the two flights to her and her roommates - rain - apartment, and saw that the lights were off - indicating that nobody was home. she flicked on the living room light's and then towards her bedroom for her side table lamps. luke in the meantime, went to go light two candles that they had in the living room - one in peonie scented and the other that was musky. lion smiled as she walked back out, as luke finished lighting the room nearest to her. "thankyou luke." she hummed leaning up a bit on her tippy toes and giving him a quick peck.

"can you set the oven to 350 while I wash my hands and get these flowers in some water?" she questioned and he nodded, turning around to do it.

the two found themselves in a comfortable silence as the two began to prepare the cupcake batter about 20 minutes later. luke connected his phone to the Bluetooth, and the first song that played was say yes to heaven, which was their song. "were you listening to it?" she teased and he blushed while nodding. she came up and wrapped her arms around his neck, "well i love it lukey...i do it quite a lot actually." she said looking at his chest. "oh?" he questioned, pulling her in closer by the hips. she nodded looking up at his face as the next song played, you make me feel so young by sinatra. as soon as the first words played out, he began to twirl her around the small kitchen. she threw her head back giggling, as he did so. he softly began to sing the lyrics to her, as he pulled away to twirl her into his chest. she pressed her head into his chest, giggling like a fool.

"something amusing?" he teased as he continued to twirl the two around, and she shook her head, swaying from side to side now.

"no, its just youre dancing!" she exclaimed and that made him nod while placing his nose in the crook of her neck from behind. "i can be romantic when i choose too." he teased, and that made her playfully sigh. she turned around in his arms, "choose too, huh?" she smiled gleefully, before taking some of the cupcake batter and plopping some of it on his nose. his mouth grew agape, as he looked down at her in shock. he grinned, taking an egg from the carton and plopping it down on her head. "oh no you didn't!" she shouted before taking two eggs in both of her hands and plopping them on his head.

the two didn't stop there, taking other ingredients and then the frosting and throwing it at one another.

"oh my god!" the two of them heard from the living room, to the side of them. lion looked first seeing rain, who had an amused looked on her face. "hi rain." luke said politely, and she could only roll her eyes. "yall better clean up tonight." she said turning around and walking into her bedroom. luke and lion looked at one another, and then down at her phone which began to ring with her dad's contact.

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[greynatomy]

strangers to lovers pt. 2

anon request: could you do a social media one where leah and reader are suspected to be dating and are both i. holiday so the fans but 1 and 1 together?:)

thank you for the requests! this will be part of the strangers to lovers social media story.

with all my new followers and everyone that recently discovered my page, i am so glad that people like what i am putting out. keep sending out requests and i’ll see what i can do. i can’t guarantee that your request will be written, but it doesn’t hurt to try.

i appreciate every single one of you!

-grey

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leahfan3 happy vday leah!

leahfan4 i'll be your valentine

yourinstagram thanks for the rose! you shouldn't have

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↳ yourinstagram leave me and my dreams alone

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yourinstagram only have one person in mind today (or everyday)

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ynfan1 sorry to everyone, but it's me

↳ ynfan2 nope it's actually me

↳ ynfan3 you're both wrong cause we're actually married

yourfriend bought two bouquets to just leave them at home

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leahfan3 where do you think she's going

↳ leahfan4 no idea cause she doesn't have any games unti next week

↳ leahfan5 maybe she's visiting family

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ynfan3 she hasn't traveled in a while

↳ ynfan4 probably going on holiday

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yourinstagram this brownie was really good. compliments to the one who made it. minus points for waking me up at 3am to try it.

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ynfan2 3am is too early, but being woken to eat something.. at least there's a purpose

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yourfriend im surprised you actually had to be woken up and weren't already up

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nfan2 come on yn detectives. find this woman

ynfan8 she looks so good, even if her eyes are closed

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[planetpiastri]

hi!! happy vday celebrations <3 💝 could u do #21 from the are we friends or more list for bob? ik everyone makes fun of him and he doesn't care all that much but i wonder how he would react if he heard of/saw someone defending him

hi anon!! i thought long and hard abt how best to do this and eventually decided on this after rewatching the movie hehe<33 hope u enjoy! | [wc - 0.9k]

The Hard Deck was loud, but not overly loud; the bar-goers were tipsy, but not sloppy drunk; conversation flowed freely, but not into the realm of oversharing; people were good at pool, but not great. And you were here with your coworkers, having a lovely evening.

You stood with Coyote against the wall, both of you sipping a beer and chatting about the day’s training. Phoenix was kicking Hangman’s ass at darts, which was oddly satisfying, and Fanboy, Bob, and Payback were playing a three-way version of eight ball. It was a night like any others. Rooster hadn’t arrived yet, but you knew he would soon, and he’d rally the bar around the piano and bring up the energy.

There was nothing unique about this night.

“You sure you don’t want to join us?” Fanboy asked, holding his cue out towards you.

Across the table, Bob’s eyes flickered towards you before dropping away again. He was sure you’d noticed anyway. No one ever noticed him the way you did. No one ever really noticed him, period. But then you’d showed up, and seemed to notice everything about him. He liked it, but it scared him, too.

Fondness and fear went hand in hand when it came to most of his feelings for you.

“I’m okay,” you said, waving Fanboy away. “We’re busy keeping score. Right, Javy?”

“Right,” said Coyote with a sharp nod, half-smiling.

“Alright,” said Payback. “Who’s winning, then?”

“Bob,” you said without missing a beat. You locked eyes with him briefly and he was sure that everyone could see the red flare in his cheeks before he glanced down.

“You guys obviously aren’t paying attention,” Payback scoffed, exchanging a glance with Fanboy and shaking his head before turning back to the game, leaning over the table to take his next shot.

Bob stepped back to chalk his cue, glancing sideways at you and Coyote when he thought you weren’t looking. You looked so comfortable, so at ease here with everybody. He was honestly jealous. You melded with the group in a way he’d never been able to, and you’d been here half as long. Everyone was drawn to you, Bob included. He knew he wasn’t the only one infatuated by your quick wit and earnest heart; Hangman especially had made his interest clear. But you’d never offered any of your coworkers anything in return.

Why did he think it’d be any different with him?

He puffed his cheeks up and exhaled, shaking himself and realizing that he’d over-chalking his cue. Tapping it against the table, he came around the far side, grateful to turn his back on you but nervous at the idea of you watching him bend over to line up his shot.

At that moment, however, the darts game apparently wrapped up, because Hangman and Phoenix came back to join the group. And as Bob leaned over the table, Hangman said loudly, “How’s there only three playing? Here, I’ll join a team.”

The cue was pulled from Bob’s hands, interrupting his shot. Hangman bumped him with his hip, leaning over and pocketing the ball that Bob had been eyeing. Bob shuffled backwards, invisible once again.

There was nothing unique about this night.

“Hey!”

Bob’s head snapped up. The casual conversation around the table faltered. Even Hangman, who’d been smirking and making some snarky remark at Phoenix, seemed to freeze. Because you’d pushed off the wall, and your normally relaxed posture had straightened into a harsh, tense line.

Hangman glanced sideways at Phoenix, who was looking like Christmas had come early. “Hey?” he said.

“Go get your own cue, Hangman,” you snapped, yanking it out of his hands. “They’re literally all over the walls. It would take you two seconds.”

Slowly, Bob realized what was happening. Hangman seemed to recognize at the same time, because his eyes slid from you to Bob, growing wide. “Seriously?” he said.

You moved the cue to one hand, using the other to wave Hangman off. “Go on, shoo! Get your own if you want to play so bad.” Then you turned and walked over to where Bob was standing with his back pressed to the wall, half hoping it would open and swallow him so everyone would stop staring.

But he kind of liked when you stared at him. Like the way you stared at him now.

You held out the cue. “This is yours, I think.”

“Thanks.” He took it, and his fingers brushed yours, sending a shiver up his arm. “You didn’t need to—I mean, he always—it’s not a—”

“I know that he does it all the time,” you said. “I just think he needs somebody to stand up to him sometimes. He pushes you around too much. They all do.”

He was positive you could see his blush. “Oh,” he said. “Um—thanks. For…yeah. Thank you.” He scratched nervously at the back of his neck. “Can I buy you a…beer or something? As thanks?”

You beamed at him, and he was worried everyone would be able to hear the way his heart started to pound. “One second,” you said. You walked back over to Coyote, who was holding your beer, and took it from him. As Bob watched, you drained the last few gulps of beer from the bottle before turning and walking back over to him with a shy smile.

“Now you can buy me a drink,” you said.

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[oh-saints]

Hi. I loved your last Ruben one, could you do a Ruben one of him suprising you on Valentines Day?

thank you, nonny, and have a blessed valentine's day to you! here's my lil vday choco for you

surprise

rúben remembers you never bother valentine’s day because you’re always busy with work, so he decides to do something out of your character for your first valentine’s day together. it’s always good for a change, no?

rúben dias x you

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note: happy valentine’s day, lovelies! <3 this is actually inspired by real-life happenings between me and my bf, whom accidentally had requested something to be inspired by him for my mini vday gift for him. so ofc, only fitting to fit the scenario with the only one he’d approved me cheating on him with. but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so this is yet to be proof-read.

“gatinha,”

rúben hears your whisper from above, just like an angel calling for him from the sky. he smiles involuntarily as he felt your hand grazing his broad shoulder, down to the scapula and lower to the spine. he always loves when you trace the silhouette of his back, something you’re unable to do when standing because he towers you like the giant to the goliath, and there’s also something in your touch that comforts him like no other.

“wake up,”

and he swears can hear your whisper above everything else, no matter how loud and obnoxious the world they’re living in might be. the clarity hidden behind your voice is unmistakable, so pure and rare, and he feels so privileged to be able to hear them. because you use an entirely different set of tone and voice to everyone you consider as colleague, as if you tuck away your wholesome personality under the sleek shirts and pristine suit jackets you always don to work.

“baby,”

the moment rúben feels you’ve placed a featherlight peck on the back of his neck, he’s a goner. he can no longer pretend to be asleep anymore. if there’s one thing that can fight the 1st place that belongs to your touch, it’s your pecks that you like to place all over his skin.

he groans at the sensation of your mouth. he has to, because he has to think of a way to make his blood rush back to his head and not down south. it’s too early in the morning and too early for what he has in mind for the rest of the day.

“good morning, my love,”

but of course, you don’t know what he’s planning so you kiss him breathless anyway. as much as he wants to complain you for taking the carpet off his feet, he’s not going to refuse the way your hands move up gently to cup his face and feel his stubbles underneath your palm. interesting how the soft skin and dainty, french nails contrast his unshaved facial hair.

“bom dia, meu anjo,” unlike rúben who’s into physical touch, you’re a puddle of water whenever you hear rúben’s morning voice. it’s rugged, rough and everything you imagine his voice is like from how he looks like. and that includes sexy in the list. “leaving me so soon?”

“you know i have to.”

you have to shut rúben up before he lets out another word from his beak. you can’t take it, not until you stand up and make distance between the two of you, so you kiss him again before he can speak again. slow and deep this time, your lips are goading him good, knowing you won’t get another dose of this until the day ends, and he growls inwardly at you nipping the bottom of his lips.

wrong move.

you pull away rather harshly and rúben’s momentarily shocked at your sudden movement. only when he notices the growing rose pink tint on your cheek does he realise you have to stop yourself before you have to explain to your boss why you’re late into a client meeting this morning.

“alright, sweetheart. you have a good day at work, yeah?”

but good is understatement to what you have, so far.

as soon as you arrive at work, a huge bouquet of colourful flowers has sat prettily on your desk. too pretty that you don’t want to move it anywhere else, but have to because you don’t have any space left to open your laptop. everyone openly throws playful jealous comments towards you, saying “sorry we don’t have a specific centre back to receive flowers from.”

and you wish they never do because goddamn, that specific centre back surely has a way with words.

Meu anjo, my angel,

I surely have lived thousand lives before this, one that have asked for you, but I thank God everyday that He only gives me you now. Happy Valentine’s Day, minha vida <3

the note succeeds to make you giddy from head to toe, like you’re celebrating this cliché day as if it’s your first.

well, technically, it is. it once slipped from your tongue, the fact that you never think of celebrating valentine’s day. somehow, life cruelly doesn’t give you a chance to celebrate it. it’s either your relationship doesn’t last till february the 14th or there’d always something that came up on that day that makes you have to cancel all your other plans. so you just gave up one day and think of it as any other day. if it’s weekend you sleep it off; if it’s weekday you go to work.

rúben vowed to make your first valentine’s day memorable, once he heard about your behind-the-story, and you know he keeps his words—he always does, like a perfect gentleman he is. but you never expect anything of this grandiose scale because it turns out, the flowers aren’t the only thing on his mind.

as soon as lunchtime grazes its presence to the world, your boss calls you into his office, only to let you know that you’re dismissed for the day. for whatever reason, you don’t know and he doesn’t want to blow the whistle. you have to ask him if he’s firing you.

thank god he’s not. he says, “enjoy the rest of the day,” though, which makes everything more peculiar than it is that you have to pray for the world not to end any moment, despite knowing that you have yet to apply for annual leave for the past year. but that is so you can hop on the jet and fly to spain on the summer, like what you plan with rúben.

but you have the answer as to why your boss is super nice to you on this special day when you’ve descended the building. your humongous boyfriend is already waiting by his car, sunglasses perched on his nose like it’s a sunny february in australia. his smile when he sees you might as well be considered the sun, at this point, and you can only take pity to your boss because rúben must’ve flocked him with his overwhelming persona so you can have a half-day off.

he basks you in his warmth that he radiates from his big, muscular body and you always like it when he bear-hugs you like that. it makes you feel small and short, yes, but it also makes you feel loved and secure—something you truthfully have been missing a lot in life, due to the hardworking life you lead to provide for your family.

“ready to go?”

“where to?”

“do you trust me, my love?”

“always, rúben.”

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[alittledizzy]

you know for years when I was younger, I was convinced they were genuinely just really good friends and accepted the vday vid as April fools. I admired their friendship and I guess I just thought I better believe what they tell me and Dans 2012 tumblr/live shows rants about how he’s straight didn’t help (now we obviously know why he acted that way). Their old formspring answers about being bi and implying there was something more between them must’ve been them being young and joking online for the lolz. Dan seemed annoyed & said they were just joking so I must believe him

BUT I always thought… all best friends separate and get their own partners/houses eventually. How would these 2 cope? They seem too intertwined. I literally couldn’t imagine either of them having a serious relationship with someone else (looking back, I couldn’t picture them settling with a girl, didn’t make sense in my head with how they acted, makes sense in hindsight) because I’m like…how would that person even compare?! They’d be a mega third wheel and would never be able to have a third of the connection d&p share. Would you even WANT to come into that knowing deep down you’d never compete and would never be their person fully. Then like 2016+ happens & I’m like.. wait why are these guys still living together and joking about getting a dog. Why are they moving again together? Poor their future partners, will never come first. Lol. How would they have time to meet a future partner and would they be ok with these guys intense bond?

Anyways, fast forward, I’m happy they’ve settled into their forever home and will be with each other for the rest of their lives. I truly admire their bond. The way they portray their relationship is really smart imo. If you watch them & have been there, you know, but to an outsider they probably dont. And good for them, they deserve their boundaries 🫶🏻

this is such a wholesome progression of thoughts. like... i don't at all blame people that thought the exact same way you did back in the early days! for a while it seems like that would have been the logical conclusion. and also one that i, as an outsider, assumed: these guys were queerbaiting just like joe and caspar and smosh and every other m/m white guy youtube duo

so it definitely took - and may still take - some looking at the situation more closely to realize there's substance there, and a lot of it.

#anon asks #phan asks

[diodellet]

So many good options for the art appreciation asks but let's go with 3, 4, 13, 14 and 27.

hi hi ner! thanks forda qs!! these are all prettie incharestinge!! (<-girlie who didn't know she'd be Yapping-Yapping)

3. and 4.) Go to [fandom] tag and reblog some art you like that has under 100 notes ++ Go to the art tag (or similar) and reblog some art you like that has under 100 notes

noted, i will undertake this mission with great care 🫡🫡

13. What are your go-to Ao3 filters?

ok i have a confession, i used to be a sort by word count++completed works only++exclude crossovers-kinda person 🤧🤧ANYWAY that was changed, now i only really exclude chat fics (ahaha,,,,theyre not really my go-to genre, like sure they're amusing but i read a really good one once* and it ruined every other chatfic for me)

*this one's for u haikyuu-natics, esp team captain stannies

hm.... i'm not super-duper picky so most of the time i can just scroll through each work's summary and tags.

but if a fandom is popular (or if i dont have the spoons for sifting through works), i stick to just reader inserts HAHAHA, maybe oc x canon if there haven't been any new x reader fics and if there's rlly nothing oough ig i have to write her myself 😭😭 sometimes doe, the curiosity strikes and i'll try looking if there are any fanfics in filipino... i really find it interesting to see how a chara's dialogue reads if theyre speaking in tagalog (tbh i think one would have more luck finding filo socmed aus on twt? but i only know about haikyuu socmed aus)

14. Best fanfic tropes ever?

oH...there are too many... u can't make me choose the best out of all my faves that's unfair 🥺jk lol

i read* this jamikali fic (i like my ships with a bit [read: a LOT] of tragedy/disaster-ness to them. it's so so so compelling to read!) and i just love the "Dubiously Unrequited Love" tag. bcs yes, the feelings are technically mutual, but there is a whole slew of other factors keeping the relationship from being a thing, which it could be a thing, but there's also that awareness that it won't last, sometimes a couple doesn't have to be endgame for the love to mean something, ykw?

this entire oneshot series....has me in a chokehold... my introduction to "Non-Sexual Intimacy" (and "Non-Sexual Nudity" i guess?) like??? holy shit??? the tension?? the way op just encapsulates the poignancy of being in such a vulnerable position without teetering too much into the cliche of roëmænce it has me On My Knees!! (like i love my smut and romance cliches, but some days i jus want a liiiitle bit more spice and variety)

Shoutout to the "Unreliable Narrator"++"Ambiguous Ending" combi that reaaaaally makes you work for understanding the plot, idk how to word it but being able to leave Just Enough Breadcrumbs and having enough trust in your readers to Get what ur implying, also forcing me to reread the fic immediately is so foul (in a good way). like there's an enjoyment in a good satisfying read, and then there's the Itch of never being sure in your interpretation, the feeling that u just need to go over it another time, spot another detail u missed, get wrecked all over again, rinse and repeat. idk i love fic.

27. If someone wanted to make you a creative gift, what's the thing that would make you the happiest?

oh anything featuring my fave charas is sure to make me happy! i mean i'm just not super picky abt gifts. well, maybe a creative gift has to be smth that can last a long while? (a strong hoard-ability kaya idk im senti??)

as long as the thought and intent was there, i'm already happy enough🥰💕💕 but i guess in the context of getting fic gifted to you, probably what matters most to me is that the writer enjoyed the process of making it as well. (i'm kinda drawing off of my experience writing this fic for one of m'oomfies and the vdays drabbles*** so i could be just rambling who knows?**)

(art appreciation ask questions, please bug me to rb some underrated art and fic)

#dellet-asks #oooh i was reading national hot dad alliance back it was still in progress thats d kind of haikyuu stannie i am oopsie #ACTUALLY WAIT... im suddenly remembering abt wcidfy in its draft-draft stages #the placeholder used to be an exchange betw yuu ace and deuce in tagalog (smtimes banter hits better in ur native lang) #i try to put Some kind of substance on my wips instead of leaving them blank with only a title #*i lied i reread that jamikali fic whenever i want to feel smth. #jamikali mention #jamiazu mention #**on a more personal note i think ive always had that sense of sentimentality in my gifts #like during my highschool class's christmas exchange gifts i alw wanted a heartfelt letter along w my gift #it didnt matter if the gift was jus snacks or smth not on-theme i cared abt the words from the gift giver lmao #words are hard so ig it makes me happy to see someone overcome that anyway #***about those last 3 vdays drabble requests... ill finish em... the ideas are brewing i just need spoons #nerenda

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

my vday confession... there is this girl i have been seeing for a bit over half a year now and i think she might really be the one. we used to vaguely know each other and hang out in the same online spaces almost a decade ago but then fell out of touch forever and then randomly by pure chance ran into each other irl and we just clicked together so perfectly, it is amazing. it feels like it was meant to be the way we just get along so well and feel so comfortable together... most other relationships in my life ive kind of just gone along with people liking me and trying my best to be good to them and stuff but with her it feels like this is what i really want and i have a future together with her... its amazing to know that love is real and it finally came for me :) i cant be with her today sadly but tomorrow we are gonna cook a yummy meal together and i am so excited hehehe... i hope you are full of warm and happy feelings this day as well n_n

this is so wonderfull!!!!!! really reminds me of how it felt to meet slimbo irl too.. i just felt so profoundly comfortable around them, like the second we met up we never stopped talking n i quickly realized i could be my total unfiltered self in their presence. we were in vancouver & spent a whole day together literally skipping and dancing around the city while i was playing bladee from my phone speakers, we were singing so loudly all day long. it rly felt like our souls finally reunited from a past life connection and we were celebrating <3

before that i also felt the same way like i was constantly trying to go along with what others want, accept their projections, try to please them.. but slimbo never made me feel projected onto or like i have to work hard to become their 'dream girl', it's like my true natural self is already perfect for them, and vice versa. im so glad u have this special type of love too anon..i pray it lasts many lifetimes <333

to those who wish for this kind of love, never give up.. i wasnt ready to receive it until i was like 29.. and it just came out of the blue so suddenly. U never know whats just around the corner. tysm for this lovely confession anon hope u have a nice time with your love tomorrow xx -PMD9

[burningdarkfire]

brenwulf weird vibes and vday dinner?

oooh yes hi thank you for the ask 🫶

(ask me about my WIPs!)

the brenwulf fic is a love song to the_deep_magic's blumendrei fics! Bitte is an old and enduring favourite, but Drei is closer in tone and topic to this particular WIP of mine, where bren is a horny teenager who loves his girlfriend very much and is confused/upset/distraught that she keeps involving eadwulf in their relationship, and even more confusing/upsetting/distressing is how much bren likes being with another man. the idea is that there's a lot of boundary pushing and gender fuckery 👍

this fic is not particularly close to finished because the WIP is currently rather flat, repetitive, and i fear simply not very interesting. here's a snippet that i still like:

But tonight she was in a mood to tease, which was just as well—better than her being disappointed in his inability to conjure something for her in the fire—and she let her hands wander first, palming slowly at his sides and then his ribs and then down his chest and belly and—

She never even complained if he finished too fast, gasping open-mouthed against her skin, before he had given anything more than a fumbling attempt at her pleasure too. She just smiled at him, which was good, because she was the beginning and end of him. He would be forever defeated in her hands. Let her be happy.

She was perfect. The only problem with Astrid, really, was Eadwulf.

the modern vday dinner is a direct sequel to well, the blumendrei modern vday fic, which i started because the fic i published felt too messy and complicated and i wanted a fluffy and sweet chaser. almost half a year has passed since then and i actually feel much better about having posted that fic the way it is, so 🤷‍♂️ i think it's very likely i'll repurpose this one to some other point in the timeline, because i never got very far into this WIP anyway:

Their sixteen courses passed quickly enough. Bren oohed over each of them as Wulf snapped pictures. Astrid let the chatter fall to the wayside as plates of familiar and unfamiliar slices of sushi melted in her mouth. The wasabi hidden under the fish sparking bright notes of pleasure up in her nose. The yellowtail sashimi was so good that Astrid made a mental note to order it more often, even if she already knew it would never be as good anywhere else. And who knew tuna could even do that?

#my posts #writing blogging #wip excerpt #blumentrio #replies

[thespacelizard]

happy valentine's day! if you had to make oc specific valentines, what would they say? bonus question: would any of them do anything special for the holiday?

happy valentines fox!!

im at work rn so i can’t make those terrible valentine card things but let me throw out some bad ideas.

For Ashenivir, something like ‘I submit my heart to your love, valentine’. god i think i pulled something cringing writing that adsllsakdj

and Rizeth maybe…i can’t even think of one. he’s too serious. Love is stored in the finish your essay, valentine, before I tie you up and make you finish it.

Vizaeth… ‘My heart is yours (literally) (no, i’m serious, i have a knife ready to go just say the word)’. God, if he knew about valentines he’d just. send as many slightly unsettling cards to Pharaun as possible. Someone could send him a fake one from Pharaun and he’d treasure it forever.

Zeth’rinn is just. whatever’s the flirtiest possible thing. Even if it doesn’t make sense. ‘I’ll Bregan your D’aerthe, valentine’. what does that mean, Zeth. what does that mean.

and since I've got Rune brainrot (again), his would be like 'the fastest way to my heart is through the third and fourth rib. don't miss, valentine'

as for doing special holiday things:

Obedience boys are both kinda pretending the holiday isn’t that important and then both try and surprise each other with nice things. God, their first valentine’s, Rizeth would so overcompensate, try and have like. the Perfect Date. Flowers. Chocolate. The works. Ashenivir enjoys that stuff, but doesn’t need it.

They’re also going to spend as much time in bed together as possible, and after they’re done fucking each other stupid, Rizeth’s gonna feed Shen chocolates by hand. Because Shen’s still tied to the bed, obviously.

Whoever Zeth’s dating at the time would get treated to something elaborate. He’ll do the equivalent of ‘borrowing’ dads credit card to take someone on the fanciest, most expensive date possible. When he was with Menzova, I think he’d definitely get kinda sad to not be with her on the Love Holiday (she lives in Mythen Thaelas, and he was on the surface for a good chunk of their relationship. they seperated bc of it eventually, but it was friendly)

oh my god, additional thought: Zeth making valentines for every single Bregan D'aerthe member currently at the safehouse. Just painstakingly writing them out. Valas is bemused by this.

...i'm realising now that I think Zeth has a bit of a longstanding crush on Valas, who is never going to let anything happen because he helped raised that boy and thinks of him like a weird little cousin/step child.

Vizaeth daydreams about romantic times with Pharaun and then lies to himself about it, because love isn’t real and Pharaun hates him and romance is fake and everything is awful. he wants Pharaun to like. whisk him away to some fancy Menzo bloodsport and publically make out with him.

God, I want Rhylfein to take him on a vday date. @lawful-evil-novelist where would your boy drag his horrid boyfriend for a date?

Astarion tries to take Rune to a nice Upper City eating house and Rune mostly behaves himself, but he does snarl at a waiter for some kind of slight, and also it takes a lot of persuading to make him eat with cutlery and not his hands. they have a better time afterwards just walking to the beach in the dark, and chilling in the moonlight.

also, now you gotta tell me what the Nydalla’s are doing. how much of a valentines princess is Iphis. does he want that fancy chocolate. will he stab a bitch to get it.

#im so bad at thinking up valentines alkjsadkj #obedience fic blogging #obsession fic blogging #c: ashenivir zauvym #c: rizeth velkon'yss #c: vizaeth thaezyr #c: zeth'rinn baenre #c: rune #astarion wrangling Rune into nice clothes and civilised society is an exercise in patience #Rune does try bless him. it's just hard #free additional zeth lore today!

[lovetransaction]

happy dadfucker friday maggie!! i wanna know, what "special events" (holidays, birthdays, death dates, anniversaries, etc) do you think john and dean bother to celebrate, and how?

HAPPY DFF RAE!!

John was pretty militant (deliberate word choice there lol) about the boys' birthdays because that was something he got obsessed with acknowledging, like the four things that he marked off every year with: two birthdays, Mary's death, his wedding anniversary. He seemed fairly unanchored about everything else (he never mentions his own birthday unless it's about the boys) and it's not like he could properly even do anything to celebrate the boys' birthdays every year, but if he wrote it down in his journal that counted as something.

I don't think John was very good at offering praise (I don't think it was a big part of his own growing up so it never occurred to him that he should maybe ... do that) and he was under the misconception that since his boys were force-grown, they'd interpret his behaviour however he needed them to. As implied love and praise and support and attention. Which they could not, because they were children! Now and again when he had the energy/time/opportunity to make a fuss over Dean for his birthdays he'd do it (there was mention of a fairly normal Chuck E. Cheese party for Dean once), and he'd put his whole pussy into it, but I think John lost his capacity to hold onto or want to make happy memories, so it wouldn't mean much to him.

It would mean a lot to Dean, though, of course, because everything means a lot to Dean. Once again he served as the repository of Winchester Family Happiness, both as archivist and maker, so he'd do things like annual holidays. Birthdays and death dates and anniversaries, Dad had covered, so Dean's responsibility was doing Easter and Thanksgiving and Christmas (and probably once they started fucking, a tentative Valentines' Day that John was surprisingly receptive towards because Mary thought VDay was stupid and cheesy unless it came in horror movie form, but John always secretly thought it was nice).

BUT YEAH John wouldn't stop Dean from finding ways to do holiday celebrations, and if there was nothing immediately preoccupying him then he'd enjoy them too and Dean would be brimming with pleasure at having given them something they could revisit and feel good about. They don't have photo albums or family & friends to carry these memories, so it's all imprinted in Dean's mind to be hauled out later, whenever needed.

I think that kind of mentality also made celebrating stuff for Dean harder as Dean got older, because what he'd been desperate for as a child got more complicated. He wanted the love and attention, naturally, but attention that involved anybody other than Dad and Sammy started to become excruciating and borderline angering. Who are all these dopes telling him happy birthday? What the fuck do they know about him, or what makes him happy, or anything? Some people when they set themselves up as arbiter of making other people happy, and it becomes part of how they identify, start to get dissatisfied and resentful of other happy-makers and I feel that would be Dean with anyone who's not a Winchester. Mostly because Sam and John don't try to make him happy using the same tactics that Dean uses, so his role in the family is firmly cemented and singular. It all gets more haphazard and fraught as Sam and Dean get older.

The Valentine's Day stuff sticks, though. John gets Dean whatever candy he can find that's shaped like hearts, and Dean fluffs pillows and does over-the-top silly shit that's not too girly and toes the line of ridiculous, so neither of them feels too weird about it, like one time he puts red food colouring in their beer, and another time when he eats all the chocolate hearts he saves the pink-and-red foil and wraps up a bunch of bullets in it to give back to John, dumb things like that to get a chuckle and some smiley kisses out've the old man.

#dadfucker friday #asktransaction #johndean #wincest #john winchester #dean winchester

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Fuck Valentine's Day

Dear @scyllas-revenge...Despite my block and the general funk I was recently in, I have managed to get this one done...

It's 01:30 here, so not really Vday anymore, but I hope it finds you in time.

Lots of love from me!

Words: 1.5 k

Characters: Boromir x OC (Modern!AU)

Warnings: Silliness...rain...sexual innuendo?

“Make it a double!”

Boromir drew himself up to his full height, refusing to look as lonely and pathetic as he felt; his hair was sticking messily to his skull and his clothes were drenched.

Having lent his sturdy car to his younger brother so he could take his girlfriend to a special workshop where they’d learn to shoot arrows while riding horses at full speed, Boromir had walked to the only bar in town devoid of distasteful – and honestly depressing – heart-shaped decorations and, of course, it had started raining the very moment he had set foot outside.

He had been too stubborn to turn back home and had trudged sullenly all the way to this deplorably neglected tavern in obstinate determination.

Everything about this day – the absence of his brother and the resulting sensation of isolation – made his guts churn; he was still not entirely convinced that it was a good idea for Faramir – a studious perfectionist in all things – to climb on a horse and try to handle lethal weapons at the same time.

Éowyn, on the other hand, would have the time of her life; she was a proper savage and delighted in all things wild and forbidden.

When his phone chimed, Boromir merely patted his pocket and pushed the device down grumpily for he cared neither for the well-meant encouragements of his friends nor for Faramir’s breathless account of all the fun he was undoubtedly having despite Boromir’s own ungenerous skepticism.

It was not that he resented his younger brother for his happiness; usually, he would talk about Faramir so much to anyone who was willing to listen that people mistakenly believed the excellent scholar and charming young man to be Boromir’s son rather than his brother, but – on Valentine’s Day – he had to admit that he envied his blessed, accomplished sibling just a little bit.

Since he had left the army after sustaining a serious injury, Boromir had not settled into civilian life with quite as much diligence or devotion as he maybe should have, and his present state of petulant solitude was a direct consequence of these undeniable and regrettable shortcomings.

Downing his drink, he lifted his finger to get the barkeeper to fill up his glass again; it was still raining hard outside, and he was bracing himself for a long, lonely night.

Bo’ frowned at the seedy pub; the blurry yellow glare pouring out of the dirty windows was inviting and she was too cold and too wet to care much about the disreputable impression it made.

After spending most of her afternoon on the couch, she had decided that the Valentine’s Day funk would not get the better of her and had dressed neatly to go out for a breath of fresh air.

The sudden onslaught of icy rain – it was February after all – and the fact that neither her usual tearoom nor her upscale cocktail bar was an eligible spot tonight on account of the exaggerated decorations and the overabundance of soppy couples had further soured her mood and, by now, she only wanted to get somewhere dry and warm to wait out the worst of the sudden gale.

As idling undecidedly in front of the bar only made more rain drip past the collar of her beautiful wool coat and run down her spine, Bo’ pushed open the door resolutely and went in.

Immediately, comforting warmth and the smell of hot stew enveloped her.

The main taproom was full of men of all ages, who all turned around in their chairs to look at her in astonishment, which made her stomach drop uncomfortably.

Neither the idea of them considering her easy prey nor the thought that she must have been the only woman in town who had not been invited on a date on this night was edifying, and so Bo’ forced her legs to work and found herself pressed against the sticky bar like a drowning woman holding on to a piece of driftwood.

“Not the moment for Titanic-references,” she chided herself and lifted her eyes towards the barkeeper.

“Do you have cocktails?” she asked hopefully while trying to slide sideways onto the barstool closest to her.

“Sure we do, sweetheart,” the greasy-looking fellow replied with a crooked smile.

“Have a beer,” a gruff voice resounded right beside her, “it’s safer.”

“Do you have any nice teas?” she tried again in a faltering voice.

“Peppermint,” the barkeep replied mockingly.

“Take something that has a cap or a cork,” the same deep, melodious voice interjected warningly.

Annoyed, Bo’ threw back her damp hair and turned to the source of the sound; instantly, her impatience was replaced with a sense of awe and curiosity for, on the next stool, sat a gorgeous middle-aged man who – judging by his bedraggled hair and his water-stained clothes – had also been caught in the unexpected rain shower.

“I’ll have a glass of red wine,” she said without turning back to the bartender this comment was addressed to.

“Good choice,” the handsome stranger praised and Bo’ felt heat rise into her sullen cheeks. “I’m Boromir. Sorry for barging in like that, but I’d not trust the cocktails in this dump.”

The little rueful smile he gave her made her stomach flutter and Bo’ was relieved that she was already sitting comfortably because, otherwise, her tired, half-frozen knees might well have buckled.

“Bo’,” she replied.

“Bo’?” He cocked his head inquisitively.

“My friends abbreviated my name to Aub’ and, from there, Bo’ was not that much of a leap…I’m sorry, I am rambling.” Bo’ grabbed her glass eagerly as soon as it was set down before her and took a deep, calming sip.

“No, not at all,” the man said hastily, “it’s just that I now wonder why nobody ever calls me that. It is literally the first syllable of my name. I guess that I am just not the kind of man to get pet names.”

Inexplicably, he sounded positively saddened by that realisation.

“Well, nobody calls me anything much these days,” she muttered, “I can go by Lulu and you can have Bo. How about that?”

“That sounds like a fair offer,” he agreed after a second of silent pondering. “I shall inform my brother for this makes him Fa.”

“Fa-what?”

“Fa-away,” Boromir chuckled, “he’s off riding horses and shooting arrows with his girlfriend while I am sitting here, having drinks on my own.”

“That makes two of us,” Lulu, formerly known as Bo’, said, “and if there’s two of us, we are hardly drinking alone.”

Boromir stared at the woman grinning at him in amazement; despite having struck him as slightly dispirited upon entering the bar, she was radiating with witty humour now and he couldn’t help leaning in a bit closer to bask in her light.

The corona of dark golden hair having dried much better than his own and the sparkle in her hazel eyes soon made him forget his own previous misgivings about this evening as well as they talked about their families, their hobbies, and their inveterate hatred of Valentine’s Day.

“It’s a scam to make half of us spend money on absurd things nobody needs and to shame and depress all the others,” Boromir declared decisively with a winning mix of just distaste and terse self-awareness.

“I gave my brother my car,” Boromir confessed as he set down his empty beer bottle; he had taken his own advice and – no longer feeling like devolving into a sad drunk within record time – he had switched to a locally brewed craft beer soon after having struck up a conversation with the pretty lady who had appeared as if called hence by some miracle. “I live on the other side of town and it’s still raining. May I invite you for a last drink before I must brave the elements?”

Truth be told, he didn’t want to go home and sit in his empty living room, watching the rerun of some mediocre blockbuster. This was the best conversation he had had in a long time, and he simply couldn’t bear for it to end.

“My cat is alone at home, and I have to get back,” she said with a hint of regret tinging her voice and turning her handsome, vivacious features into an angelic mien of dignified sadness.

“Of course,” Boromir immediately answered, feeling a bit sheepish for even having asked.

“But,” she grinned invitingly, “I live not too far from here. I have the supplies for both a proper cocktail and a more interesting tea than peppermint if that would interest you?”

“Lead the way,” he said enthusiastically, holding his coat up over the two of them as they stepped out into the rain that was still coming down in a relentless, vengeful downpour.

“Come on, Bo’,” she laughed, “it’s not far and I’ll have you warmed up in no time.”

There we have it...

I love you tons and tons and tons!!! I hope this made you smile and feel how much you are indeed loved.

#og post #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #LOTR #Modern!AU #Boromir #Boromir x OC #rain #Valentine's day #fuck that shit #no shame in drinking with a stranger

[icybreaths]

/Happy vday, mun! curious to know why you ship jewel with grimmjow. What's the story there?

|| Asks || @justakon ||

💙Happy Valentines Day to you too! 'u'💙

WHEW OKAY GRIMMJE HOURS LET'S GO!

//It’s long and I’m sorry. 8(

-- First, background context I think will be useful.

From Jewel’s feral scrapping and political stirring in her Rukongai days, to gaining her zanpakuto in Shino and entering the Eleventh division, violence has always been a part of her life.

Jewel’s zanpakuto spirit, Hyouhakyoku, pushes her to her limit on the daily to simply exist as she does. Hyou is a relentless, biting energy that refuses to accept her wielder unless she dances to the same, wild beat at all times. As one can imagine, such a state of being is taxing to reign in when she doesn’t want to be in that state all the time but her mind is – nor is it socially acceptable.

Anger, bared teeth, bleeding, adrenaline, and war are all wound into her reflection – that beast has always been there and it’s an integral part of her soul’s foundation.

On the other side of that coin, we have a soul who’s chasing the freedom of the Antarctic winds – a woman who desires a disconnection from all things that threaten to tie her down. She craves to explore the earth pole to pole in her solitude, yet is chained to her duties in her division and the Gotei.

She’s bound to rules, responsibilities, judgment, and her past in her current position. She’s made promises about controlling and finessing her zanpakuto and she’s slow to realize that she cannot keep her word, and it’s enraging, and it’s Tuesday morning and she has another day of work to tackle.

Do your job. Get your shit together. Why are you angry all the time? Wanna hang out sometime? What Lieutenant can’t control her own blade? You doesn’t belong here. Let’s fight. I need a medic. You don’t know what sparring is do you?

She’s content as a quaking glacier on the verge of setting off a tsunami.

-- In relationships.

Jewel had a couple of relationships under her belt before meeting Grimmjow.

Her first partner, Kakós (v: TBTP), was a belligerent, seductively veiled monster. He reeled her in early into her entrance of the Eleventh. He spoke her combative language and knew exactly what to say and do to make her shake.

Unhealed trauma ate at him for years prior to meeting her, and her fresh face was the perfect thing to vent on. She accepted it at first, because violence was the way of the game in the Eleventh, right? He imprinted on her that it was the same way in love, and especially in the Eleventh.

She couldn’t take his push and pull lightning storm for too long. By the end of the arc, they broke up through a fight where she severed his arm (a symbol that he would never lay a hand on her again. It was his last fleshy arm -- he only had his metal one now.)

Her second partner, Tetsuji (v: frostbitten soul), was a recent transfer from another division. He was charismatic, playful, and flirty with her. Jewel, being traumatized from Kakos, was incredibly guarded around him.

Any sort of romantic or sexual intention towards her set off her alarm bells, and even though Tetsu was friendly, she could read the undertones, and she wasn’t having it. She shot him down multiple times for any romantic outings, though she eventually came around to doing something with him as friends.

Jewel found that she enjoyed hanging out with him so she did it more often. They shared similar interests in nature, art, and weaponry and a friendship was surely built over a brief time.

Something that made her question her feelings for him was how he treated others around them. He was genuinely a good person and got along with others for the most part. He was sweet and patient with her and handled her with a lightness she had never really been shown before. Tetsuji didn’t wear a mask like Kakós did; nothing about him was a facade.

For the first time, she thought, ‘Could I love someone like him? Could I have a love like that? Am I made for that?’ and decided to take the plunge. Of course he said yes. It felt right, too. One would think they were perfect for each other with the way they talked to and lit each other up.

They clashed in a few areas. Jewel’s teetering control with Hyouhakyoku made her body inhumanly cold (and frostbitten at times) to engage with sexually and it caused frustrations for both of them and embarrassment for her.

By the middle of this arc, her taste for danger and violence proved to be too much for him. She was too reckless and goading for fights during this time. Masochistic and physically abusive, Jewel subconsciously expected Tetsuji to flip on her like Kakós had and projected her unhealed trauma onto him. Tetsuji caught on to that and blew up at her over it. He was hurt over the notion that she believed he was hiding his true self from her and trying to 'poke holes in his mask' with violence.

She was just too unhinged and wild for Tetsuji to handle and they broke up over an argument.

It took Jewel some time to come to terms with the fact that she was in the wrong in that situation and tried to get Tetsuji back but he would not have her. It was a huge wake-up call to Jewel that she was.. not okay. She wasn’t okay in so many ways and it crashed upon her in an emotional wave. Had she ever been well?

She was alone again. She didn’t know how to ask for help. She isolated herself, left with a dark sea of questions only she allowed herself to carefully navigate. It was a deeply reflective time for her, and a transformative one.

-- Grimmjow.

Jewel met him during her Main Timeline arc (v: frostbitten soul), near the end of it.

In Hueco Mundo, where it’s do or die, Jewel is in an environment where she is at home with her instincts. Her zanpakuto has room to breathe and assume its more natural state. Here, she felt a sense of freedom to let loose and be herself. The desert wasn’t her home in the same way a frozen desert was, but she felt like she could fit in to a place of lawlessness. Survival. It’s what she did best.

He caught her attention during a hunt. It wasn’t the first time Jewel had seen wild hollows be torn apart but the way he moved caught her attention and she found herself studying him.

An electric presence. Swift. Unforgiving. Jugulars wound through a clawed hand and a bloody smile. A buffet for one.

She wondered then if she would have been another morsel on the side if she danced with that. A foolish part of her wanted to know but a smarter part knew better than to try.

He noticed her but it wasn’t a death match on sight. Jewel was at a point where she did not attack anyone who did not attack her first – which was odd to him, that a Shinigami would see him and not immediately think ‘oh shit evil gotta do summin about that--’ It was also weird that she was seemingly by herself (she’s got an arrancar shaped taxi hiding away but that’s not important here asdf).

There’s an inherent curiosity there and questions that go unanswered but they banter nonetheless, and she eventually gets the opportunity to show off her own skills in front of him.

Jewel doesn’t behave like a typical Shinigami. Enemies aren’t enemies because of how they look nor does she judge their actions unless they affect her personally. Everyone is on a neutral slate and are defined by their actions through her eyes. Once crossed, she’s zero to sixty with her violence, and has a rather animalistic way of fighting (like he is).

From the outside, she appears every inch dangerous and like a walking environment altering weapon. She's not soft. She doesn’t pretend to be something she’s not.

Vulnerability is off the table at the beginning but they’re drawn to each other’s wild nature. Jewel sees a kindred spirit in Grimmjow’s need to keep himself at the top of the food chain, his rebelliousness to the professional system he was placed in, and need for autonomy. Freedom.

They both carry a demanding presence. There’s no question in their minds that the other is dangerous, but they retain a curious fascination with each other despite that. The striving for power courses through both of them and to watch the other fight is stimulating, coupled with snarky shots at the other amid it all (how fun.) It goes unspoken that if one crossed a boundary that it would be a bloodbath for the both of them. It’s a quiet level of respect.

They crave passion, in different yet reflective ways. Grimmjow, a harbinger of Destruction, seeks to crumble foundations in his outer world and build a throne for himself out of the rubble; a lone king in the moonlit darkness. Jewel, a harbinger of Ice Ages, who carries potentially world altering power, wields herself as a Creator as she crumbles foundations within herself to sculpt herself into something new, finessed; the queen of her own power.

When Creator and Destroyer meet there’s an unlimited potential for change – one way being the view that shinigami and arrancar don’t have to be ‘natural enemies’.

They’re both wanderers, hunters, and killers who come to read each other’s body language well. It's familiar, yet entirely foreign. They come from different worlds.

They don’t need each other, nor demand anything from each other. There is no tying the other down they can come and go as they please. There's that sense of freedom right there. Both would be just as fine on their own, but I think they would find a sense of home in each other that says, ‘Oh… someone that reminds me of me,’ and I think it could be a deeply platonic thing or something that could become romantic. It would be a slow burn for both of them, but they spark a flame in each other’s soul regardless of the outcome.

I think I could mayhaps type more but

I'll share some headcanons about them here if you’re interested, just a bunch of other little reasons why I love Jewel and Grimmjow: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

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G O K U D E R A for… you guessed it, Gokudera ((OOC: Vday meme btw))

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G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right? I think if he was tasked to do it alone he'd suck at it? If that makes sense. Because I feel like he'd over think it too much and not realize that Haru loves him enough that just spending time with her makes her happy.

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words? Oh we've seen just how colorful his vocabulary is sometimes. Honestly, I don't think he's that good with his words, as we've seen with all their fights in canon, but as far as our ship development, he's learning I feel to be a bit softer and more patient sometimes.

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? Fun fact, I always headcanoned that he sucks at it at first because she's his first and he doesn't know what he's doing so they need some practice together, IE: making out. U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken? -gestures vaguely at the anime for making him look like Tsuna's lost puppy- verse dependent as I've mentioned I do RP him as bi or at least curious, originally I had a headcanon that he might have had feelings for Tsuna at some point and not been able to freely express it. But reading into the manga more it came across clearer that it wasn't romantic it was loyalty to his Boss as we've discussed, he's very ingrained with mafia culture and heavily yankee coded (the rebel, the bad boy, the street smart kid, etc.) and Mafia code is actually really homophobic in a lot of cases so I scratched the whole Tsuna was his first love thing in favor of there possibly being a girl in Italy once but it was like first unrequited crush when he was just a kid kind of thing or possibly a girl he met when he was still on the streets and it wasn't too serious, but like that feeling of admiration because she might have been the first to treat him kindly. Haru thus far is the first girl in our verses that he's ever been serious about as we've seen how he reacts to his fan girls and others like Shittopi.

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc? NGL he's old fashioned so it would probably be dinner and watching the stars or something with Haru, just something relaxing and peaceful as I don't see him being too big on crowds like at bars and such. He's more likely to invite her over to have dinner and watch conspiracy theory videos in our verse for them honestly.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like? Not in public, as we've discussed on discord, he's not big on PDA. But when they're alone, whoo boy. He's a cuddle bug and will hold her for hours if she needs him to, it's just the macho persona he puts on that makes him kinda "later honey, not in front of the boys" about it. But when they're alone he's the one clinging to her. I even headcanon if he's away from her he takes an extra pillow with him to hold at night because he's used to cuddling her and can't sleep without holding something.

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic? Cynic turned romantic if that makes sense. Didn't believe he'd ever be like this until he did get into a relationship. Always thought she was stupid for being such a dreamer, and chasing the 10th, which we revealed in our threads as far as plotting goes was because he wanted her all along and was jealous.

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection? As mentioned, he can be a little slow to catch on and rough with her when people are watching, but when they're alone he's holding her, kissing and cuddling, running his fingers through her hair, gazing in her eyes and so on. Absolute putty in her hands.

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