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For Peep's Sake

♡ pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader

♡ genre: established relationship, easter au, college au, smut [18+]

♡ summary: Easter weekend takes you back to the Jeons for a weekend of fun.

♡ wc: 4.1k

♡ warnings: alcohol use/mention, food mention, dirty talk, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), panties used as a gag, cum swallowing, quickie, unprotected sex in a car, spanking, creampie, shower sex, mention of cockblocking, roughhousing

♡ date: March 31, 2024

║ part one ║ part two ║ series masterlist ║

Spring break was wonderful with your boyfriend and friends.

You hung out by the pool, did body shots off of your boyfriend’s ridiculously hot abs, and spent some much-needed girl time with Grandmother Jeon and Park.

Getting back into the school routine had been tough and just as you were getting used to it, Easter rolled around.

“I am not getting in the car with him!” Jungkook stomped his foot, his arms were crossed over his chest and his glower was deliciously hot.

“Oh, come on!” Jimin rolls his eyes. “We always carpool. It’s tradition.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin chimes in. “I even have an egg-stra special playlist.”

Jungkook frowns as he turns to look at you. “What do you think, babe?”

You hate being put on the spot but Jungkook would rather spend that time with you without Seokjin barking out lyrics he doesn’t know and you can only imagine what Easter-related songs he could have found. Besides, Jungkook wanted to have his car this time around. He wanted to show you more of his town.

With Grandmother Jeon possibly stopping by, he knew the chances of riding around on his motorcycle were slim to none; though he had promised you a ride around the block whenever the opportunity struck.

“Seokjinnie,” you pout and Jungkook turns around to hide his snickering. You were laying it on thick.

Your tone draws everyone’s attention, and Seokjin immediately softens.

“Just this once can we ride separately? Next time I’ll make you a playlist,” you smile and Seokjin nods, easily agreeing. Being the only girl in the friend group had its perks.

“You heard her,” Seokjin chirps. “Let’s get on the road!”

Jungkook smirks when you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Good girl,” He praises as he takes your hand to bring it to his lips for a kiss. “Let’s get going, my love.”

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asks Jimin as you stand on the porch with your bag. Jungkook had been digging in his pocket for his house key when he spotted Jimin joining you on the porch.

“Mama Jeon probably has sweets and treats, where else would I be going?” Jimin asks with a raised brow.

“Uh, maybe your own house with your mom?” Jungkook retorts as he unlocks the door and calls out for his mother.

“Yeah, but Mama Jeon always has something for me. I’m her favorite,” Jimin grins as he waltzes into the home and to the kitchen to hug Jungkook’s mother.

Jungkook sighs as he kicks off his shoes and places them on the shoe rack by the door. You do the same before taking your luggage to the living room.

The walls are covered in Easter decor, from rabbits to eggs, to carrots galore. You smile as you take the room in, spying a photo of you and Jungkook on the mantel.

“Jimin!” Aera gushes as she hugs him tight. She sits him in a chair and places a plate of bunny-shaped cookies in front of him with a glass of milk.

“Mom, we’re here,” Jungkook announces as his mother hugs him. He takes the opportunity to flip Jimin off behind his mother’s back.

Jimin cackles as he reaches for a cookie, dunking it in his milk before biting it.

Aera releases Jungkook before she wraps her arms around you. “Oh, I’m so glad you could join us, sweetheart! I’ve missed you both so much!”

“Thank you for inviting me,” you say but she waves you off.

“You’re always welcome in our home whether Jungkook is here or not. We love you so much,” Aera hugs you again before she ushers you into a chair with brownie bites covered in pink frosting. Jungkook is the last to get a plate of cookies and milk, muttering about how he used to be the most babied.

You giggle, kissing his cheek before catching up with his mother while Jimin eats one of your brownie bites.

“I know you guys will only be here until Monday but Grandmother Jeon called just a while ago to announce her stay. You’ll have to share Jungkook’s room again. I hope that’s okay?”

“Sure,” Jungkook nods.

“I mean, the two of you practically live together anyway,” Jimin announces as he takes one last bite of his cookie.

You and Jungkook nearly snap your necks turning to look at him. Your death glares make Jimin blush before he scrambles out of his seat and heads for the door.

“See ya!”

Aera clears her throat and takes the dishes to the dishwasher.

“We’re gonna settle in,” Jungkook informs her as he takes your dishes to the dishwasher as you haul ass out of the kitchen.

You grab your bag and Jungkook’s as you head for the stairs.

Moments later, Jungkook is at your side taking the bags from you.

“Remind me to crack a rotten egg over Jimin’s head on Sunday,” Jungkook mutters as he leads you to his bedroom.

“I’m sure we can get the guys to help,” you say as you grab a change of clothes to shower before getting into bed.

Jungkook joins you after his shower, cuddling into your side.

“We can’t hide in here until dinner, Darling,” Jungkook whispers as you bury your face in his chest.

“Why not?” you pout as you cling to him, running your fingers through his hair.

“Because Grandmother Jeon will be here soon and she’ll want to see us,” Jungkook reminds you as he kisses your neck.

“But it’s okay,” you murmur as he sucks on your neck, making you moan as your eyes shut and he gets out of your arms to settle between your legs.

“Is it?” he whispers as he grabs your hips, tugging you to him.

“Koo!” you gasp as he kisses you deeply.

Your hands tug on his hair, moaning as he kisses his way down your jaw to your neck until he settles for the top of your breasts.

“I wish I could bury my cock inside you, Darling. Fuck you until you’re crying for more,” he muses as he leans back, smiling.

You’re left speechless and horny.

Your eyes are unfocused as you try to breathe normally.

Jungkook chuckles as he climbs off you, adjusting himself before going to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face.

You giggle as you stare at the ceiling.

You could never have enough of him.

“Where are my babies?” Grandmother Jeon asks as she steps through the front door with Luna in tow.

You and Jungkook leave the kitchen with his parents.

“Grandmother Jeon!” you greet as she hugs you first. Jungkook shakes his head as he pulls into the hug before you’re released.

Jungkook scoops Luna off the floor and holds her. He kisses the top of her head before she’s handed to you.

“Hi pretty girl,” you coo as Jungkook and his father grab Grandmother Jeon’s bags.

“The airport is the worst,” Grandmother Jeon frowns as she’s led to the living room couch. “The number of people trying to pet Luna while I’m trying to get her to potty is ridiculous. One man asked if she bit and then shoved his hand in her mouth. We were both so shocked! Who does that?!”

“Wow!” you exclaim as you set Luna on her lap.

“You know you can move in,” Aera tells her as she sits on the other end of the couch.

Grandmother Jeon waves her offer away. “You know I live for the fast life.”

Aera nods. “The offer stands.”

“Thank you, dear. You always were my favorite,” Grandmother Jeon informs her as she pets Luna.

“Shall we have dinner?” Jungkook’s dad asks as he comes downstairs with your boyfriend behind him.

The next afternoon, you wake up in Jungkook’s arms. You struggle to get free, giggling when he groans and searches for you but you’re too busy kissing your way down his rock-hard abs.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses as your mouth wraps around his hard cock. “Darling!”

“Shh,” you hush him as you poke your head from under the covers, and your hand strokes his spit-slicked cock. “Gotta be quiet, baby. Or I’ll have to stop.”

“No, don’t stop,” he whines, his hips thrusting into your hand.

You pause, removing your hand and ignoring the whimper of your boyfriend. You take your panties off, stuffing them in his mouth to keep him quiet.

Jungkook groans, nearly cumming over himself as he tastes your arousal.

“Gotta keep quiet for me, baby. Can you do that? Can you be a good boy for me?” you ask, unsure where the courage came from but Jungkook was an absolute puddle for you.

“Yes, baby. I’ll be good. I swear,” he whimpers through the lace as you wrap your hand around him. You stroke him slowly as you get under the covers, your hot mouth welcoming him in.

He curses when your lips wrap around him, tonguing his slit to hear his muffled cries. Your hand moves between your thighs, rubbing your clit as you bob up and down on his fat cock, stuffing you full.

Jungkook curses losing himself to the pleasure as you feel him hit the back of your throat. He chokes on your panties, tears running down his pretty face as you hold it there for a while before swallowing.

Jungkook is sobbing as you swallow the load in your mouth, crying when you pop back up and swallow.

“Good morning,” you grin as you take your panties out of his mouth and wipe his tears away.

After you suck the soul of your boyfriend, you end up spending the day with Jungkook at Jimin’s place.

“So we’re heading to the Jeons’ tomorrow like always?” Namjoon asks for confirmation.

The Jeons always held the biggest Easter bash on the block. It was a yearly tradition.

“Yup, Dad’s grilling,” Jungkook confirms. “Gotta bring your eggs for the hunt though.”

“Duh,” Seokjin rolls his eyes.

“Not the flour-filled ones, you dick. Mom banned those,” Jungkook huffs.

Seokjin frowns.

“Anyway,” Jungkook rises from his seat. “We have dinner plans so we’ll see y’all tomorrow.”

Jungkook doesn’t allow anyone to say anything as he leads you out of Jimin’s home. He takes you to his car, giggling when you ask where you’re going.

“A family favorite,” he answers.

The drive to wherever is quick. Jungkook parks his car under the broken streetlight.

“Where are we?” You ask as you look around and see the orange neon lights and the boy beside a rocket who must be the restaurant mascot.

“Starbright,” Jungkook answers as he points to the large sparkling sign. “My parents came here before they met and continued to come here when they met and then brought me and my brother.”

“Koo,” you smile softly as you take your hand in his. You couldn’t be more in love with him if you tried. You knew he was your forever, there was nobody else who could ever compare to him.

Emotions overwhelm you as you climb onto his lap.

Jungkook is in awe as you easily find the lever on the side of his seat to make it slide back to give you more room.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” you whisper as you cup his face, settling on his lap before you kiss him. His hands grip your hips tightly as you grind on him while your tongue threads with his, tugging on his hair as you deepen the kiss.

Part of you wonders if Hoseok knew this would happen when he picked out your skirt and top. You didn’t care as Jungkook bunched your skirt at your hips, gripping your thighs as his fingers rubbed over the wet lace.

“Fuck, love,” Jungkook can’t control himself, losing it when he feels how wet you are for him.

“Please,” you whimper, not sure what exactly you’re begging for as Jungkook pushes your panties aside, his fingers rubbing your clit as you smash your lips against his.

Your hands are greedy as you unbutton his pants, tugging them down his thighs in the tight confines of his car. You tug his boxers down next, grinning when his hard cock smacks against his belly button.

“Fuck,” your mouth waters at the sight, nearly drooling as you take it in.

Jungkook chuckles. “This wasn’t what I had planned for dinner, but who am I to deny you?”

You smile as you wrap your hand around his length, lining him up at your entrance before sinking on him, nearly screaming his name for the whole block to hear.

Jungkook laughs, his hands gripping your hair to pull your face into his neck. You moan into his skin, eyes shut as his thick cock fills you deeply.

Jungkook groans when you rock your hips. You’ve grown needy and hungry just being on his lap.

He’s wearing your favorite cologne and it smells heavenly. You kiss his neck, leaving a tiny mark behind as his hands move down to your hips and then your ass. His hands are full as he helps you bounce up and down on him.

The car’s windows fog up, rocking with each thrust he gives you.

“Won’t last long,” you warn him with heavy breaths as you take his lobe between your teeth and pull.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut as fireworks explode behind them.

“Koo!” You whimper, nearly sobbing as he smacks your ass.

“That’s it, Darling. Be good for me and cum. Cream my cock, like you’ve been wanting to all day,” Jungkook encourages.

“Jungkook!” You gasp as you bury your face in his neck, kissing the little mole that drives you insane.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how you kept looking at me with the guys. Staring at my hands, my lips, my cock,” Jungkook smirks as you clench around his dick. He curses as you cry out his name, creaming around him just like he wanted you to.

He follows soon after, grunting as he fucks you through his orgasm, filling you with thick shots of cum before he pulls out and fixes your panties.

“Can you be good for me, baby, and keep that inside you until we get home?” Jungkook asks as you both catch your breath.

“I can try,” you giggle as you climb off him and tug your skirt back down. You both fix your clothing, rolling the windows down as the cool spring air cools the both of you down and gets rid of the just fucked smell.

Jungkook exits the car first after rolling the windows back up. He jogs around to get to your door and help you out as your wobbly legs make him giggle.

“Oops,” he grins cutely as you take his hand and he shuts the car door.

“You’re splitting a chocolate milkshake with me for that,” you tease as he leads you toward the restaurant door.

Once you step inside, the retro decor makes you grin. There are red glittery booths with white tabletops. A jukebox sits in the corner blasting an old song you’ve heard your parents play when you were younger.

The menu above the counter is stained yellow with age and the cashier smiles at Jungkook widely.

“Welcome back, Little Jeon!”

Jungkook grins as he leads you forward and his smile disarms you as he proudly introduces you to the staff.

You hope you’ll be able to come by often with Jungkook at your side.

“No,” you whine when Jungkook kisses you awake the next morning.

You’d spent most of the night wrapped up in each other. He ate you out as a reward for keeping his cum inside all the way home and then you went down on him in your shared shower followed by another romp bent over the bathroom counter in the middle of your skincare routine.

Your thighs ached and your body begged you for more sleep but Jungkook’s kisses were just too good to ignore.

“I let you sleep as long as possible, Darling,” Jungkook whispers as he sits up in bed.

You grumble before sitting up, your eyes still closed and your hair messy.

“Koo,” you huff, hoping he’ll take pity on you and let you sleep another hour or two.

“We’ll miss breakfast,” Jungkook tempts you. “Seojun and Saraí made a lot of delicious stuff for today.”

“I’m up,” you groan as you rub your eyes. Jungkook helps you out of bed, grabbing the outfit Hoseok picked for you today.

It’s a beautiful light blue dress that reaches your knees with shorts underneath so you can roughhouse with the boys during the egg hunt. Hoseok allowed you to pick your shoes for this outfit, so you slide on your low-top canvas sneakers and quickly pull your hair into a ponytail.

Your makeup is minimal since you’ll be running around for the hunt and you can hear the ruckus from downstairs announcing the arrival of your friends and their families.

Luna barks echo throughout the house, and when you finally reach the first floor with Jungkook at your side, you're all smiles.

Grandmother Jeon grins as she spots you and Jungkook. Beside her is a large box filled with Easter baskets.

“There you are!” Minji exclaims as Luna sits on her lap, barking before Aera takes her to the backyard with everyone until only you, Minji, Jungkook, and your friends are left in the living room.

“Seojun and Saraí already got their baskets and Jimin got his basket from Sujin,” Minji explains as everyone turns to Jimin, who has already bitten the ears off a chocolate bunny. He smiles sheepishly as everyone turns back to Minji.

“Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon Taehyung,” Minji calls the eldest to her side. They each receive a basket with their name written on the front, stuffed full of chocolate and plastic Easter eggs.

They thank Minji profusely as they take their baskets and run out to the backyard to open the eggs and see what Minji has gifted them.

“And here you go,” Minji hands you a blue basket with your name embroidered on the front and Jungkook receives a purple basket with his name embroidered on the front and a cotton bunny tail on the back.

“Thank you, Minji,” you say as you run around the couch to hand her a basket you and Jungkook worked on before arriving at the Jeons.

“Ooh, for me?” Minji smiles as she takes the basket, opening the card the two of you got her. She thanks you again as Jungkook helps her out of her seat and leads her to the backyard.

Jungkook’s backyard is ridiculously huge. Tables line up one side of the patio with food and decorations. Three piñatas sit against the wall by the back door and Luna runs around chasing Jimin and Namjoon.

After lunch, you’re all instructed to head inside so the eggs can be hidden in the yard. Special eggs are hidden for Luna, so Jungkook’s dad, Dae, will chase her around the yard with her basket.

You sit on Jungkook’s lap while your friends ready their Easter baskets.

Jimin smirks as he places a few eggs in his Easter basket he’d hidden earlier in the day.

Seokjin eyes him warily, making a mental note to steer clear of him once the hunt begins.

Jungkook places his hand on your thigh, ignoring the idle chatter of his friends. “We could go upstairs while everybody is busy.”

“Don’t even think about it!” Hoseok exclaims as he sits down beside the two of you with a wide grin.

“We’re all here to have fun,” Taehyung adds as he squeezes between Jungkook and Hoseok on the couch.

“Up you go,” Seokjin helps you off Jungkook’s lap with a wicked grin. He drapes his arm over your shoulder as Namjoon takes a seat on your boyfriend.

“You guys go above and beyond to cockblock us,” Jungkook mutters as he shoves Namjoon off his lap and Yoongi cackles from his seat as he sips his drink.

Jimin is working on two flutes of champagne and Taehyung bites the ears off a chocolate rabbit before tearing open a chocolate egg.

“You’re gonna throw up by the end of the hunt,” Seokjin tells him as he takes the chocolate away.

“I’ve only had a few,” Taehyung pouts but before Seokjin can say anything else, Aera opens the door to the backyard.

“All right, kids! Get to hunting!” Aera shuts the door with a smile as you grab your baskets and head for the front door.

Unsurprisingly, Taehyung and Seokjin’s broad shoulders get stuck in the doorway in their rush to be first. Like the time at Jungkook’s place, Namjoon and Hoseok crawl between their legs to get outside first while Jimin uses Seokjin and Tae’s backs to jump over them.

Yoongi grabs his drink before he squeezes between the two almost-lovers, and heads for the egg hunt without spilling his drink.

“Oh, for Peep’s sake!” Jungkook sighs heavily as he lifts Seokjin out of the way, leaving Taehyung to run into the backyard while you pause to kiss Jungkook’s cheek and run outside with your basket.

A few moments later, Jungkook is at your side with his basket.

Namjoon and Jimin are already rolling around on the grass fighting for a green plastic egg, while Dae follows a barking Luna around with a filled basket and a second for backup.

Taehyung has stolen the eggs from Jimin’s basket, cackling as he heads for Seokjin. You watch from afar as Tae cracks an egg filled with flour on Seokjin’s head and laughs as he runs away.

“Don’t you dare!” Hoseok growls as Taehyung heads for him but changes direction to aim for Jungkook. You run in the opposite direction, catching up to Yoongi as he finishes his drink and crawls along the grass into some bushes to grab a handful of colorful eggs.

“These are mine!” Yoongi hisses as you approach. You flip him off and run alongside Luna and Dae.

“I’d look over there by the rose bushes,” Dae hints before Luna nudges him with her head to go in the opposite direction.

You take Dae’s advice and head for the rose bushes, mindful of thorns as you pull out a giant pink egg and toss it in the basket with the others.

Jungkook catches up to you, his hand on your waist as you pause to rest. Chaos is still unfolding in the backyard as Jimin tackles Hoseok to the ground and Seokjin has Namjoon and Taehyung in headlocks.

“Wow! Easter gets competitive around here, huh?” you ask as you watch in awe as Hoseok gets the upper hand and cracks a flour egg on Jimin’s head.

Sarai and Seojun chat with Aera and Grandmother Jeon, their baskets filled with eggs and treats.

You look down at your basket, noting you can squeeze in a few more eggs before calling it quits.

“It does,” Jungkook finally answers as he inspects your basket. “Looks like you did pretty well for your first Jeon Easter.”

“I got quite the haul, babe,” you grin as you lift your basket proudly for him to inspect.

“I’d keep that pink egg close,” Jungkook warns as he laces his fingers with yours. “Let’s go!”

You don’t get to ask why as Namjoon, Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi are charging towards you.

“Shit!” you screech as you try to keep up with Jungkook.

“Get to Grandmother Jeon,” He instructs as he lets go of your hand and runs toward your friends. You take off, arriving moments later as Minji makes you sit beside her while Jungkook wrestles Seokjin to the ground and all your friends fall on top of the two, baskets soon forgotten.

“Ooh, you got the pink egg. Open it,” Minji encourages as she takes the egg from your basket. You open it as instructed and see a check for $500 sitting inside. Minji takes the check, signs it, fills out your name, and hands it back to you.

“There you go.”

Aera rises from her seat, as she announces the hunt is over.

Dae and Luna sit near Minji, opening eggs to reveal dog treats of different flavors.

You pocket the check and head to Jungkook, cracking eggs filled with confetti on all their heads as you chase each other around the yard until you’re too tired to continue.

The eight of you lay in a circle on the grass, watching the clouds roll by in the afternoon sky. It’s been a wonderful weekend and you’re sad to see it end but you know there will be more ahead with all of them.

Jungkook rolls on his side to look at you, a smile on his lips. “I love you. Thank you for coming home with me, Darling.”

You lace your fingers with him, gently kissing his lips. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

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Three, Two, One: Part 1 of 3

Hello beautiful people! I have decided to turn this part one-shot into a two-part series - SPECIFICALLY because I wanted it to be happy and playful, but it is leaning into a super HARD angst and I didn't want to spoil the playful vibe 👌

Word Count: 3,928

Warnings: mentions of tobacco, nicotine and addiction.

Song accompaniment: Know You Girls, Honey, Boy Toy

Fic Request Prompt by: @terarria-sunflower. Masterlist Here.

“Three, two, one,” you glanced down at your rotund, egg-shaped ticking timer as it began to shake as soon as the final number fled softly from your lips. A small smirk pulled at the corner of your mouth as you gazed at the blonde chef as he placed the relinquished cigarette butt within his ashtray; closing the metal lid to keep the cinders away from tainting the blue ocean with its waste.

“Down to the last second,” you muttered again to yourself, shaking your head while opening your journal and jotting down a new number within the pages. You flipped the yellow ribbon back within the page and shut your book; the several ribbons swaying at the bottom of the journal as you wrapped it around in its bound leather strap to place back atop the table.

As ship’s chronicler, you were tasked with notetaking and scribing the comings and goings aboard the Going Merry; a task which you undertook with complete precision and gusto. You had everything down to a fine craft; from documenting strategic battle maneuvers, to how many engagements in combat Zoro completed before his blades needed repair, down to exactly when the ship would need to pull in to resupply the kitchen with fresh ingredients, and the vessel with fresh medical supplies.

Your attention was being currently drawn to cataloguing the kitchen, searching through the prior menus Sanji had completed to determine which items took priority to resupply. As the kitchen was the blonde chef’s domain, you were spending far more time with him currently than the other members of the crew. You adored how passionate he was about food, and reveled in his eagerness to offer flirtations with you. Originally, you paid his flirtations very little mind; drawing conclusions that his words and gestures was built into his character as his occupation moulded him.

However, as his flirtations became more bold with his subtle smirks and playful words directed towards you; you decided it would be amusing to return his gestures, primarily out of boredom in your travels. Immediately, you found entertainment with how flustered you could make him, how his eyes would twinkle widely and his chin would fall to the ground to have his face shrouded by his blonde hair to shield the rising blush from your view.

Gentle touches of his hands brushing against yours as you passed him your journal to look over your kitchen restock notes, leaning yourself towards him over the kitchen benchtop with a playful bite of your lip while you asked him a mundane question, sitting in silence as he lit a cigarette and gawked at you while you read over your notes; crossing your right leg over your left and absent mindedly brushing your toes against his outer thighs with a light smirk.

It was truly a joy to see him flustered. He knew all of the right words and actions to pose towards others in playful advance, but never quite knew how to process the same unbridled gestures when they were reflected back onto him.

As Sanji walked his away from the wooden frame of the Going Merry’s kitchen bay-window, he turned towards you and smiled his beautiful, cuspid smile as you. Your heart began to swell at his attention, prompting you to look up at him half-lidded and cock your head to the side.

“What are you doing in here, beautiful?” he asked, continuing his approach.

“Oh, just cataloguing in the log book while enjoying the view,” you taunted him back with your playfulness, shamelessly raking your eyes over his torso, down his legs and back up to meet his gaze; “the ocean outside the window is nice to look at, too.”

He paused his movement, a small flustered panic behind his eyes before his smile spread further to his face, “You like what you see, then?” He gestured his hand over his body and arched his eyebrow upwards in question. He was wearing his blue and white-striped shirt with his black tie clasped firmly around his neck; sleeves fastened down at his wrists, secured by black buttoned cuff-links.

Your smirk drew into a broad smile as he continued to step closer to you, you confirming: “yes, chef.”

He allowed a large laugh to escape his parted lips, shaking his head at your brazen sanction.

“You hungry?” he asked once his laughter teetered off.

“Barely,” you shrugged, rising to your feet from your place sitting above deck, “but if it means spending more time with you, I’ll accompany you here the kitchen and aid your preparation for-,” you paused, reopening your journal and skimming it’s pages before locating the correct passage; “-Luffy’s second afternoon tea before dinner?”

He again chuckled at you, beginning to roll up his sleeves by unbuttoning his cuffs; “alright then, come and help me. Keep me company.”

You smiled again at him before reaching down towards the table and retrieving your egg-shaped timer from atop the wooden surface and holding it firmly within your hands. Sanji furrowed his brows, looking at the timer in your hands; “what’s with the timer?”

“Oh,” you shrugged, patting him on the shoulder as you moved past him, “nothing that should concern you.” He cocked his head up at the comment, intrigued by your nonchalant comment. You placed the object back down beside your journal, fixed to remain in its non-ticking nor shaking state for the interim as you readied yourself to begin aiding Sanji with the formulation of the meals.

“Okay then, let’s get started,” he began after rinsing his hands thoroughly, turning to his work station and bringing out several ingredients to ready preparation for Luffy’s snack; a two course meal with several sweet and savoury elements that were not too difficult to execute. You began to lather your hands with soap to wash them before you made your way to aid Sanji with food preparation.

While your back was turned and your egg timer and journal were left unattended; Sanji felt he had no choice but to peruse through the pages, finding your latest entry with the yellow ribbon: the colour he knew represented his entries for your chronicler-duties. Your journal was by no means taboo nor out of bounds for any members of the crew, but as Sanji searched through the pages; he was secretly hoping to find some semblance of minor infatuation towards him.

You both flirted with each other incessantly and constantly aboard the ship, and while travelling from port to port. Sanji couldn’t help but to be wooed by your words and actions, hoping that what began as entertainment from boredom grew as much for you as it did for him; hopefully fanning the flames of a small crush on your crewman into potentially developing into a deeper relationship.

You placed an apron over your head and secured the strap around your waist to stop any food items from falling to your clothes accidentally as he watched you over his shoulder; before hunching back over to find anything of the romantic nature between the pages.

He skimmed over his routine, noting several lines of ingredients he neglected to inform you in need of resupply already added to the journal. He sighed, contented and relieved to see you were effortlessly able to pick up on his subtle substitutions he used to cover the need for the missing ones; grinning at the knowledge of how attuned you were to his actions and efforts as chef aboard the vessel. In his daily schedule, he noticed several small crosses flurrying throughout his comings and goings; numbers written next to each cross.

He furrowed his brows and continued skimming over the pages, passing now onto the green-ribbon section: Zoro’s routine, noting his schedule had no crosses nor numbers. He deepened his frown and looked to the orange, red and blue ribbons for Nami, Luffy and Usopp’s schedules and noticed no crosses on their schedules either. Was this the answer he was looking for? He needed to know, and he needed to know, now.

“Hey, love?” Sanji spoke up, alerting you of his attention. You creased your brows at him, noting he had opened your log-journal and was reading his pages; “what are all these marks?”

Wiping your hands on a hanging blue and white kitchen towel, you turned to approach him; leaning your elbow on his shoulder as he turned his body into you, keeping his sights held to the pages of his schedule. You tilted your head towards your notation and narrowed your eyes before turning away from the pages to look at the blonde chef to your side.

“Those are your cigarette breaks, Sanji,” you smiled at him, reaching up to move his blonde hair away from shielding his eyes from you, “I’ve timed them.”

You turned away from him towards the kitchen counter and began sorting through the stock and comprising them into an order of need: items that needed to be cooked and items that only required assembly.

Sanji turned his eyes back to the page and creased his brows at the notes, looking over and acknowledging truly how many times he sought out the nicotine hit within his day to day activities. Although he didn’t manage to secure what he was hoping for, he remained perplexed by the sheer number and time throughout the day he received his dose of nicotine; almost angry at himself for the total amount.

“I have that many?” he asked, rethreading the ribbon back into the pages and putting the journal back atop the counter next to the egg timer.

“That you do, chef,” you nodded, continuing to sort out the piles of ingredients and readying a knife to begin peeling. Sanji hummed, looking over at you as you began peeling fruit with the edge of your knife. He emptied his pockets, placing his tobacco pouch, ash tray and lighter next to your journal before equipping himself with an apron to join next to you.

You both continued to prepare Luffy’s second afternoon snack together, laughing at something one another said and flirtatiously advancing each other with nothing more than a gentle graze of a shoulder or a brush of a fingertip as you continued working with one another. Once you had completed the task, Sanji removed his apron and began reaching toward his tobacco pouch and ash tray. A sly and mischievous look fell over your features.

“Can I ask you a question, chef?” you asked in a slight hint of mischief in your tone, prompting him to halt his retrieval of the pouch for a moment. You removed your apron and hooked it over a brass kitchen rail.

“Anything for you, love,” he smirked at you, turning around to face you and scrunching up his nose playfully. You tilted your head, walking closer to him and gazing up into his eyes.

“What is it about cigarettes that have such a hold over you?” you asked him curiously, “obviously it is the nicotine addiction, but is there more to it than just that?”

Sanji broke his sights away from you and looked off to the ceiling in thought with a small hum.

“You know,” he began with a nod, turning his eyes back down to meet your gaze, “I hadn’t given it much thought until now, truthfully. Maybe the rush? Taking a moment to myself? Could just be the chemical endorphins or the adrenaline, really.”

You nodded and downturned your lips in thought with a shrug. Sanji smirked at you, half-lidding his eyes mischievously before asking; “Why? You got a theory?”

“Frankly, I think it’s primarily about the nicotine,” you nodded, a wince of a smile falling to your face, “you should really think about breaking the habit, it’ll shorten your life and ruin your palate in the long run.”

You flicked your index finger over his chin playfully, a flirtatious grin rising again to your lips; “gotta keep that talented tongue in peak shape for when we get to the All-Blue. Can’t have everything tasting like ash now, can we?”

A small pink hue rose to his cheeks as you allowed a small giggle to escape your lips. You turned away from him to collect your journal, revelling at how flustered you made the flirtatious chef.

“You make a fine point, beautiful,” he broke his face back into a smile, “how do you suggest I get my fix? Save my palate,” he added with a small chuckle.

You halted your step and quirked your head to the side before turning back to face him again.

“Let’s look at natural remedies,” you pondered, looking upwards at the ceiling, a list forming in your mind; “for adrenaline, why not spar with Zoro? He’d likely appreciate the amount of practice he could get in.”

Sanji hummed, stepping his body closer to you, “doesn’t really serve the endorphin release now, does it, love?”

You giggled in response, again looking towards the chef in thought, “you could go for a quick dip in the ocean? Breath control and adrenaline with that one.”

“And strip off my clothes multiple times a day?” he shook his head with a large grin forming, “I hardly see that as a helpful alternative. Again, it misses the endorphin release and doesn’t meet the accessibility criteria.”

You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips in thought. He chuckled again, turning back to face the table to retrieve his tobacco pouch and lighter, beginning to assemble a cigarette; rolling the tobacco within wafer-thin paper and adding a thin filter port to the end of it. He leant against the table, hips aligning with the height as he reclined back into it. As he brought the filter end to his lips, a stroke of genius struck you. He rose his lighter towards his lips and made to cradle the flame to ignite the end, halting at your next words.

“Kiss me,” you uttered softly with your head swaying as you held a small shyness to your voice, a tone Sanji almost missed. His eyes widened, mouth falling slightly ajar as his cigarette clung to his bottom lip.

“What was that-?” he asked in an utterance slightly more elevated than your own. You looked up at him with a small playful grin as you took your bottom lip once again within your teeth to bite it.

“Breath control,” you said more confidently, beginning to step closer towards him, “adrenaline release,” you raked your eyes over his body before settling on holding his eyes firm to you, “endorphin rush? I’d say a simple kiss would meet the criteria.”

His breath hitched within his throat at the suggestion, prompting him to reach up and remove the cigarette from between his lips and place it on the table behind him.

“You’re saying I can kiss you-,” he confirmed with a small hint of both delight and apprehension, “-for as long as I want?”

You giggled, reaching past him to retrieve your egg timer, “I’ll allow you to kiss me for as long as you need to.”

Sanji quirked his head at your actions, widening his eyes at the egg timer in your hands before a small chuckle fell from his lips. You stepped within his personal proximity after searching his eyes for any apprehension to do so. Meeting none, you settled comfortably in the space between his legs as he remained reclined against the table.

“And judging from your routine: with your mornings, you take about two minutes per cigarette,” you nod your head, rolling the timer within your hands, “your afternoon ones are down to a solid three and a half to four,” he nodded, taking your wrists within his hands and looking down still at the timer, “your before dinner cigarette is about one and a half, because you’re desperate at that stage,” he snickered at your comment, you giggling again in tow.

“And my after dinner one?” he asked you in a breathy, almost frantic voice, “surely I take my time with that one-.”

“-The after dinner one, you usually take around three,” you cut him off with a small giggle, “but your before bed one,” you nudged your nose under his chin to bring his gaze up to meet you once more, “that’s where you take your time with a solid five,” you whispered suggestively close to his jaw.

A small whined-groan escaped from him as he began to chase your face to seek to capture your lips in a kiss, meeting only the tips of your fingers pressed against his lips in response. He furrowed his brows and flittered his eyes down towards your hand and back to gazing intensely into your eyes.

“Hold on, big boy,” you warned him, scrunching up your nose playfully, “I have to set the timer first, or it’s all for naught.”

He nudged your hand away with his chin and a small growl escaping his lips in displeasure at your apprehension. You chuckled at his eagerness, allowing your hand to fall onto his cheek in a gentle caress.

“Surely not for the first one,” he commented hoarsely, desperately as he began reaching down to take the timer from your hands; only to be met with your hands closing over the egg-timer and holding it firmer, “just a taste-.”

“-It’s part of the fun,” you smile at him, floating your gaze over his face; falling on his lips before rising up again to meet with his eyes, “otherwise it won’t work and you’ll be back to square one."

He hummed in response, almost in a low whine as he pressed his forehead against you and grazing his hands down your ribcage to settle against your hips; “and what do you get out of aiding me with my fix?”

“I get the knowledge,” you whisper against his jaw, grazing your lips along his skin slowly, “that I’m the one bringing the rush to you, Sanji. I’m the one making you feel good.”

“Set the timer,” he growled firmly, eyes darkening with his pupils blown out and intense with desire, “four minutes.”

“Oui, chef,” you whispered with a small giggle in anxious anticipation, pulling your lips away from his jaw and turning towards your egg timer; winding it to the appropriate duration.

“Okay Sanji, the time starts: n-,” your words are halted by his the soft but intense collision of Sanji’s lips overzealously engaging in entanglement against your own. You squealed slightly at the immediacy of his reaction, your eyes wide as you stared at his closed eyes as his brows creased in intensity with your cheeks held firmly within his hands.

You reached slowly behind him to place the timer down on the table and raked your hands over his back and slid your fingertips against his flesh and holding his hips firmly while closing your eyes. You shifted your lips against his, opening them to deepen the kiss and allow him to glide his tongue behind your entrance to dance with your tongue. You gasped as soon as the contact was made, feeling a sharp piece of metal beneath the muscle, attached firmly to his frenulum. A piercing? Sanji has a tongue piercing?

He smiled into the kiss, feeling your shock as you brushed your tongue with his. He retracted the muscle from your mouth and began to place rougher kisses, assaulting your lips while raking his fingers through your hair and cradle your head further against his own. He rotated his head to continue the deep and rough engagement, prompting a whimper-like moan to fall from your lips in response.

As he remained reclined against the table, you wavered in your mind how much more adrenaline you could spike into his bloodstream to elevate his heartbeat further. Deciding to not withhold your ministrations; you pulled yourself further against his hips and hooked your right leg over his left and guide his left hand from your hair to wrap around your thigh. A groan fell from his lips as he reclined against the table further, unbreaking the kiss from your lips as he eagerly began to support your weight against him with fervour.

He pulled his other hand from your hair as you laced your hands behind his neck to hold him further into yourself. Just as you tilted your head and made to rake your fingers into his hair while he reached down to grip the back of your other thigh to hoist you up against himself fully; the egg-timer began to rattle and shake, alerting you the duration of the kiss was to be drawn to a close.

The low groan released from Sanji’s lips followed by a whimper as you began to pull yourself away from him was as delicious as the meals he would readily present to you, filling you completely with his unbridled need being absolutely met by your body.

“Please-,” he cried his protestation and need for you softly as you made to break from his lips, “please I need more.”

You smiled while he chased you with his lips as you pulled away from him, unlacing your leg from circling his hip and pulled your arms around his shoulders. You pressed your hand to rest against his chest, feeling the rapid pace pummelling harshly at his breastbone, pushing him away with a gentle but firm touch.

“You can have more,” you cooed at him, looking down through your eyelashes to see his desperation on full display over his face; his breath unevenly falling from his mouth, “in an hour and twenty minutes, before dinner.”

“For how long, then?” He gasped, moving his hands from your hips to lace his fingertips within your own, “surely not just for one and a half minutes.”

You giggled at him, looking at the beautiful picture you had painted on the man of a canvas before you: his eyes blown out with lust and desire, his heart beating with the rapidity of an over-excited puppy anticipating its first treat, his lips bruised from the prior collision against your own.

“You are out of breath,” you nodded to him, gesturing to his lips with your chin, “you have a spike of adrenaline, gathered by how rapid your heart was beating just now,” you rubbed your thumb to circle over his own, “and hopefully the kiss gave you as much of a rush of endorphins as it did me,” you giggled with a nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

He nodded, looking down at the ground with a small smile tugging at his slightly swollen lips.

“Thank you for helping me with breaking my addiction, and,” he murmured, bringing your hands upwards to brush his lips against every digit; paying them all as much attention as the other with his lips, breaking only to utter; “for helping me restore my palate. I’m going to look forward to receiving my next hit from you.”

You felt a small rush of butterflies falling over your chest as he bore a wide grin against your knuckles.

“Okay, chef,” you said, releasing your hands from his and bringing your right hand up to caress his cheek, brushing your thumb over his lips to tenderly sooth them, “let’s go bring the captain his second afternoon tea.”

“Oui, mademoiselle,” he groaned, pressing a small and playful kiss against the pad of your thumb, prompting a small whimper to fall from your own lips this time; a smirk readily rising to his cheeks as he took the balled piercing from beneath his tongue and twirled it against his teeth absent mindedly.

Part 2

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Hello! This is something I came up with since it's Valentine's Day so I thought why not write mini scenarios with BSD characters :)

It's basically what you got them and what they got you as a gift, I apologize if some are repetitive or similar, it was hard to think of completely unique gifts and reactions for everyone, but I tried my best! :)

I hope you will like it and enjoy! :D

CW/TW: none, fluff, maybe in Chuuya's part, him riding motorcycle if that's triggering for someone and a suggestive joke, in Gin's part there is a knife as a gift (i know how weird this sounds but bear with me), petnames and GN!reader, some characters might be OOC and if I forgot please anything let me know! :)

PS. I headcanon Tanizaki as a huge gamer; Tachihara as a kinder surprise egg lover and Sigma as a person who can draw really good, so bear with me🤗

*солнце моё - my sun; i thank deeply to my dear friend who helped me to think of a nickname and make it correct, you slay ily <3

Also I can do Fukuzawa, Lucy, Louisa, Fukuchi and Mori or other characters in second part if anyone wants them as well :D

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Happy Valentine's day everyone, remember to do something nice for yourself <3

Valentine's gifts || BSD characters x Reader

Decay of Angels

Nikolai Gogol

You were really excited about Nikolai and you spending Valentine's day together. You got everything ready, put on cute outfit and previously you bought him this beautiful, big painting of white birds flying in wide, blue sky and behind you wrote "As free as they are, they are still not alone. They still need shared nest and ground to rest. Thank you for being my nest and my ground." and you made him some piroshki that you've put on the table with few white candles around. You turned the picture towards the wall so he can't see it.

He finally came and you jumped on him into a huge hug.

"My, my someone missed me!" Nikolai said through sweet laughter.

"I have! Did you miss me?" you said happily, resting your head between his shoulder and neck.

"Of course darling!" he moved to give you a small kiss on your lips. You smiled and he put out a rose out of his coat, you smiled even more and rose suddenly sprayed water on your face. Nikolai's smile faded away in an instant.

"Oh no! That's a wrong one! Uh..uh..HOLD ON A SECOND!" he was nervous and he turned around as you giggled at his unusual clumsiness. He turned around after digging inside his coat and gave you a beautiful, fresh rose in your favorite color.

"It's beautiful! Thank you, love!" you smiled as you took rose out of his hand, kissing him on the cheek.

You turned around to put it in a vase.

"I don't think you want to put it there darling." Nikolai said softly and you turned around, slightly confused when you saw a huge wreath with probably 100 roses in a huge heart shape, missing only one in neatly done rows.

You gasped, it was absolutely huge and beautiful.

"Nikolai! This is...thank you so much!" you walked towards him, putting one last rose inside to complete the heart.

You gave him a strong hug, full of love and plenty of kisses on his cheeks.

He hugged you back and giggled at your reaction. You moved and looked at beautiful wreath one more time and put it down.

You took his hand to pull him over to piroshki and his eyes got wide in surprise and excitement.

"Oh! All of those for me?" he proclaimed, his voice filled with love and excitement and he took one of piroshki, immediately taking a bite and letting a huge satisfied sigh out, smile plastered all over his face.

"That's not all." you said and turned around the painting and Nikolai's eyes got wide once again, but this time more in deeply emotional manner. He started chewing slower and put down rest of his piroshki and came up to you to take a better look at the painting. He gently touched it as if he could break it.

"You have a message behind!" you giggled at him and he turned it around, taking it out of your hands to read. Once he read the message, you could swear he teared up. He got up, softly smiling at you, with little tears in corners of his eyes.

"You are right, they need nest and ground. However may I be a bird, you are my sky." he closed his eyes and pulled you into a huge hug that lasted for a very good time and kissed top of your head.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor was never really fond of any type of holidays or special days in traditional way, until he met you. He waited for your return, put on some candles and bought you a silver necklace that had black agate stone placed on silver lineup and on that lineup it was carved "Cолнце моё".

You came home and went to hug him immediately, enjoying the atmosphere he made. He kissed you on the cheek and stroked your hair gently.

"Welcome home, darling. I have little something for you." he said softly and went to take a little, long, black leathered box to give you your gift. You opened it and saw this beautiful necklace and turned it around to see the carved, loving nickname. Your eyes widened and you feel warm.

"It's beautiful. I love it." you said in soft tone, Fyodor gently smiling at you.

"Let me put it on for you." he said and you gave him the necklace as he gently moved his fingers around your neck and put it on. You adjusted it a bit in the front, touching the black stone.

"This will go amazing with my outfit and our plans for tonight." you giggled and turned around to kiss Fyodor.

"What do you mean?" he asked a bit confused and you handed him tickets for a concert of classical music. He curiously took tickets and saw what were they for and smiled softly at you. He has been mentioning a lot how he is overworked and needed something just to let his mind relax.

"We better get ready then, love." he said and softly kissed you and both of you went to get ready, enjoying rest of your night in romantic, relaxed and loving atmosphere of the concert.

Sigma

Sigma was really nervous about this, he didn't know whole bunch of things about holidays and in general, he was new to everything but your love helped him discover and explore more of himself and the world. He wanted to make this day special and he was hoping he won't mess it up and that you will like his gift. He finally met up with you, you were holding some sort of bag, he hugged you softly, but you could feel he was nervous.

"Happy Valentine's day sweetheart..um, this is for you." he handed you what seemed like a notebook. It wasn't too thick or to thin and as you opened it you started tearing up. Notebook was filled with drawings of you, doing random things, probably when you would be with him in office and he would tell you he is doing 'paperwork' and you did something else to entertain yourself. You could also tell some were drawn from his memory only. Sigma was looking at you nervously as you flipped pages, eyes wider and wider each time.

"It's something I wanted to keep for myself, but..since it's a holiday, I thought you would like to have it." he said a bit hesitant since you weren't saying anything. You looked up at him with a huge smile on your face and closed the notebook to give him a huge hug. He was a bit shocked, but hugged you back.

"So, you like it?" he asked, soft smile on his face.

"I love it! I love you!" you said happily, hugging him thighter. Then you moved and out of bag pulled out a Sky Casino model with a note attached to the platform model was on. Sigma's eyes got wide as he took model in his hands, almost tearing up from beauty and shock. He noticed the note and took it as you took model inside your hands so he can read it.

"I know I often tell you how amazing you are, but I want you to always remember something. Sky Casino isn't what made you into a person you are, you are the person who made Sky Casino into what it is with your kind soul. I want you to always remember that when you look at this model. Happy Valentine's day, my beloved."

He read it and teared up at this point, putting the note on his heart. He gently smiled at you and put model down on the floor next to two of you so he could pull you into a hug.

"I can't bring myself to say anything else but that I love you too, Y/N."

Mushitaro Oguri

You were waiting for his return rather impatiently. You were slightly nervous about your gift, not knowning how will he react, but still, you hoped for the best. He finally arrived home carrying what seemed like his present for you and you went right into his body to hug him tightly.

"Happy Valentine's day, love." he said as he smiled at you and kissed your nose.

"Happy Valentine's day, Mushi. I missed you." you said as you hugged him for a bit longer and placed a kiss on his lips.

"I missed you too, darling." he smiled at you and gave you the bag. You were excited to see what he got you and quickly went to the living room and sat on the couch, unpacking it. You saw two small brown teddy bears, each had a bow tie, one just like Mushitaro's and other one was in your favorite one. They were holding hands and they were really fluffy. You pressed them on your chest as Mushitaro already came to see your reaction. You jumped into a hug with him and gently kissed his cheek.

"Do you like them? They are miniature of us." he smiled and you nodded.

"I love them. They are adorable! Thank you, Mushi." your eyes were bright and you kissed him on the lips. Then, you put little teddy bears down and went over for your gift. He could tell you were nervous as you handed him the wrapped box. Once he opened it he saw a game that basically was made as a crime mystery supposed to be solved.

"I know you dislike mystery, but I thought if..maybe we did it together, it will be more fun like that." you smiled shyly, not looking directly at him. This reminded him of his old friend which made him smile, but not only that. What also made him smile is that you knew the reason he disliked it and wanted to rewrite that into a good memory, something that he can actually enjoy and therefore heal. It was thoughtful, fun and really meaningful as silly as you thought your gift was.

"I love it. Let's solve it together." Mushitaro whispered as he pulled you into a hug.

"Really?" you whispered back.

"Really. It doesn't what do I do as long as it's with you, you make everything good. Thank you for that, Y/N." he smiled softly and placed a gentle kiss on your neck.

Port Mafia

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

You and Akutagawa weren't together, however after long thinking you finally decided to gift him something for Valentine's day. Obviously you were nervous, even though Akutagawa wasn't always unpleasant towards you, often times he was actually calm and well mannered, but still it was a huge thing. You made him a woven basket full of figs, his favorite teas he talked about to you and small antique painting. You were ready to go, giving yourself mental pat on the back and headed out. Little did you know.

Some time later you found Akutagawa taking his leave from Port mafia building, thankfully alone.

You nervously came up to him.

"Hello, are you busy?" you asked him, your tone low and almost cracking.

"Obviously not." Akutagawa responded in his usual tone.

"Ah right! Silly of me, um, okay, here you go." you handed out the basket, tilting your head down not to look at him.

He scanned it with his eyes and slowly took it out of your hands.

"What is this?" he asked, in his usual deep voice.

"A little something for Valentine's day. If you don't feel the same or dislike it or anything, feel free to do whatever you want with it." you barely smiled at him, your nerves taking best out of you.

"I shall leave now, see you tomorrow..or never again." you chuckled and almost started running away. Akutagawa took a look inside and smiled gently at his gift, as well as your reaction.

You came in your building, shaking and scolding yourself. However, once you reached the door you saw a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small card on top. You were really curious about it, making you forget how nervous you were. You took a look at the card.

"I am not good with words, but I appreciate you. Hopefully, you understand. - Akutagawa"

You smiled at the note, he probably sneaked it in when you left because he was too prideful to ask anyone to do it for him and way too nervous to do it in person. You were still smiling and sent him a message making a deal for two of you to meet up and pick up where you left off.

Chuuya Nakahara

He took you on a evening ride on his motorcycle. He wasn't driving too fast, letting you enjoy the view of night lights as you held tightly around his waist.

"Where are we going?" you asked him excited and curious.

"Just a bit more patience, angel. We are almost there." he said and took a turn as you arrived to some sort of empty parking lot. You both got off the motorcycle and removed your helmets.

"What are we doing here? You are so perverted Chuu." you started giggling.

"The one who is perverted here are you, angel. I didn't have that in mind." he chuckled and took your hand as you walked towards garage doors.

"What is this, Chuu?" you asked him, not entirely sure what was he doing.

He opened the garage door and what you saw was a beautiful motorcycle that matches his. You gasped as your eyes widened.

"My gift for you, so we can do it together." Chuuya said and smiled at your reaction.

"This is insane Chuu, it's too much." you said still shocked. Indeed, Chuuya was extra but he loved you and wanted to show it as much as he humanly can.

You came up to him to hug him and kiss him and he returned it, smiling afterwards. You went to inspect the motorcycle, suddenly getting a thought.

"Um, Chuuya." you said as you were to reveal something obvious.

"What's up angel?" he asked as he came to inspect motorcycle with you.

"I don't have a licence and I don't know how to ride it." you said and looked at him with seriousness in your eyes. Chuuya stood there for a second as he was processing the information.

"Oh." he let out as he looked up at you.

"Shit. I completely forgot you need a licence for those." he said in a bit irritated voice.

"Excuse me? WERE YOU RIDING WITHOUT LICENCE NAKAHARA CHUUYA?" you yelled at him, shocked at his nonchalant attitude about that information.

"Being in Port Mafia has its benefits, you know? Not like cops will stop me. But that also means I can get you one as well." he smiled and stroked your hair.

"But I can't ride it." you said, looking up at him.

"I will teach you then. Easy as that." he smiled once more but noticed you were nervous and looking around shyly.

"What's wrong angel? You don't like it?" he asked concerned as he kept stroking your hair.

"No, no, it's not that. I love it, but..." you stopped your sentence to pull out a small hat chain you made for Chuuya that had an extenstion of mini hat, bottle and glass attached to it. You handed it to him. He looked at it and could feel himself melting inside.

"My gift is so small compared to yours and I made dinner and bought your favorite wine and made a bath for two us, but then you said this is urgent so I couldn't really pressure it.." you were saying looking down. Chuuya just moved your chin up and gave you a long, meaningful kiss. You blushed a little bit.

"It's absolutely amazing gift and I will wear it all the time. I love it and don't ever say anything you give me or do for me is small or less meaningful, angel." he smiled as he put your gift in his pocket.

"Let's head home and enjoy everything you prepared, then tomorrow we can start your lessons, sounds good?" he smiled and cupped your cheek with his hand. You nodded and hugged him thightly as he returned the hug, happier than he ever was.

Gin Akutagawa

Gin and you were fairly similar, but at the same time different, therefore complimenting each other perfectly. You worked under Black Lizard alongside with her. Two of you agreed to meet up after work to spend Valentine's day or rather evening together. Gin was waiting for you in place you both agreed on and you saw her in casual outfit which made you giggle because she was so beautiful.

You walked up to her and you gave her a kiss as she blushed a bit, more nervous than usual.

"You seem nervous babe, what's up?" you asked her, gently brushing her cheek with your fingers. She looked away and just pulled the box out of her bag and handed it out. You were curious and found her reaction really adorable. You took box out of her hands and opened it only to see one gorgeous knife in metallic red color with black handle that had your initials engraved.

You took it out, moving it a bit as light fell on it, making the color shine more. It was absolutely gorgeous.

"This is beautiful Gin, thank you so much!" you said in happy and excited voice and she opened her mouth lightly to say something when you pulled her into a hug. She hugged you back, resting her hands on your back and smiled.

"I have the same one. So we can match, you know?" she said as she was relieved you liked her gift.

"We really do think alike, don't we?" you smiled as you pulled away giving her your gift wrapped in baby pink paper.

You made her a new mask, it was in black color and on the inside you sewed small "I love you".

"That's so anytime you take it off you see it and so it can remind you of me." you smiled at her. Her eyes were full of love and she grabbed mask thighter, putting it on her chest.

"I love it. Thank you so much, I love you." she said gently and stroked your hair.

"I love you too darling and I have the same one, so another thing to match!" both of you giggled and hugged once again as you noticed people were staring at two of you, a bit scared and creeped out.

"Maybe you should put the knife back into the box, babe." Gin said through a laughter.

"Shit baby, you are right." you laughed and put knife back into the box, taking Gin's hand so two of you can go and enjoy rest of evening together.

Higuchi Ichiyō

You were having a lovely evening with Higuchi, eating amazing dinner two of you prepared together and chatted about everything and anything. Higuchi was always so lively, especially with you. You also brought her comfort no one else truly did and knew how to calm her down when she would go overboard with work and feel intense or pressured.

Gifts were common between two of you, little ways to show how you care and think of each other. Lately, you were both very busy so you didn't get much time to relax and spend time together, so this was a breath of fresh air for both of you.

"Okay, now for gifts!" Higuchi said as she was waiting for both of you to finish your dinner. You looked at her and she pushed a bag into your hands, sitting on her chair excited. You opened it and saw all sorts of candles - bigger, smaller, red, blue, yellow and few other colors, you also saw a bottle of some oil and love note. You unfolded the paper.

"I am forever thankful I've met you. You make my days brighter in ways only I can know which makes me feel really proud and special. You make feel calmness I never knew was possible to feel.

So, today I wanted to, hopefully, make you feel special and calm. I love you."

Your heart was melting and you got up from your chair and pulled Higuchi into a thight hug. She returned it, smiling into your neck.

"You always make feel special and calm, sunshine. Just existing next to you is more than enough for someone like me to feel like that." you whispered in her ear and pulled away in order to kiss her. You pulled away and slowly stroked her hair and she smiled at you, leaning in to kiss you one more time. It made you giggle and you gave her your gift. It was a small plastic sunshine frame that had picture of two of you inside. Higuchi's eyes widened and her cheeks got slightly red.

"Open it." you gestured to the back of the frame and she opened it to see a little note of you saying how she is your sunshine and how she should never forget that. She jumped on you which got you startled a bit and gave you a long, passionate kiss.

"Thank you, I will cherish this forever. Not only the photo, but you seeing me as your sunshine. I love you more than you know." she said after she pulled away and grabbed your hand to go to another room. She placed the photo on the nightstand next to the bed and gestured you to sit down. You listened, looking at her curiously.

"Give me a second, sweetheart." Higuchi said and went to grab an essential oil she got you which you learned when she came back.

"It's a lavender essential oil and I wanted to give you a massage so my little note comes to life." she smiled gently at you and you smiled back.

"Deal, but I will do same for you after." you said in soft voice and she nodded, smiling at you.

Oda Sakunosuke

This was a plan you had for some time now, but what a better chance to use than Valentine's day? You decided before Oda comes home that you will rearrange one room two of you barely used. It was supposed to be medium sized storage, but neither of you storaged anything really. So you went to work and rearranged it into Oda's new writing room. You put table and chair, made of beautiful oak and assembled few shelves on wall, as well as added some flowers and paintings to make it more comfortable and cozy. You added pens, papers, anything Oda would need for writing. You were really proud of your work. You wanted to surprise him.

Oda came home and called out for you, but didn't hear anything. He took his shoes off and called your name again with no answer. He went around the house, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom to look for you but he was met with disappointment each time.

"Over here!" you said in a bit higher voice and he could hear your giggles as he relaxed knowning you are safe and walked towards storage.

"What are you.."

"Surprise! It's a writing room for you. Happy Valentine's day darling!" you said as you jumped and stretched your arms out. Oda looked around, his face remained the same but deep inside he was shocked, touched and melted. He moved around, looking at all details you made and finally table ready with materials. He came up to you and lifted you up into a hug.

"You didn't have to do all this, you know?" he said as his hand was stroking back of your head as he was putting you down.

"You are right, but I wanted to! Do you like it?" you smiled at him.

"I absolutely adore it my love." he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"It happens I have little something for you as well." he said and took out a small box out of his pocket, handing it to you. You opened it and it was a golden ring and on the inside it had carved "My one & only."

You smiled, immediately putting it on one of your fingers. You looked up at Oda who was smiling back at you.

"I love it, thank you so much!" you exclaimed happily and jumped on him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

"You deserve everything, love, don't thank me at all." he whispered and kissed your cheek.

Ango Sakaguchi

You waited for Ango's return, he was as busy as always, overworking himself. Thankfully, he was able to get an evening off so you can spend it together. You prepared everything - dinner, ambience and a movie you will watch. You got him a neck pillow and a massager he can use on himself since you knew how much his back suffered all that work. He came home, drained and tired, but he was really happy to spend an evening with you. He took his shoes off and came up to you with a huge basket which caught your attention. It was covered with white net so you couldn't see what it was. You came up to him and gave him a big hug as he sighed out.

"It's good to be home for a change." he smiled as you looked up to him and then he leaned down to give you a kiss.

"This is for you, I hope you will like it." he pulled away and handed you the basket. You opened it up and it had literally everything related to self-care: oils, shower gel, shampoo, facemasks, body scrub, face roller, gua sha stones. It was beautiful. You smiled and put the basket down to hug him, your hands snaking around his waist.

"It's a reminder to take care of yourself. That's really important thing, you know Y/N?" he was stroking your hair and you looked up at him and his dark circles.

"That's a valuable lesson...coming from you!" you laughed at him and he softly smiled back at irony of his own words and actions.

"However! Good thing is that I had similar idea in mind when it comes to you." you gave him a wide smile and went over to give him his gift. It was in a bag so he opened it and saw neck pillow and massager suitable for self massage. He chuckled, looking softly at you.

"You know what? This is a looooot of products. I don't think I will be able to use them all on my own, so how about we share a self-care night?" you said looking up at him, earning a satisfied and relieved laugh from him.

"I can't see why not. I would love that, thank you, you are truly amazing, love." he said and you smiled back at him, two of you spending the relaxing, romantic night taking care of yourselves and each other.

Kouyou Ozaki

It was your first Valentine's day with Kouyou and two of you weren't together, however you did love her for quite some time now. Kouyou was very open about how she feels about Valentine's day and love in general. She was very hesitant and in a sense appalled by the idea of that holiday due to her experience with love. She was very vocal about how stupid she thinks it is and how people are just fools and if you "love" someone you love them every day making conclusion how people are shallow and dishonest with their feelings. You listened to her words and it made you nervous and prepared for a heartbreak, but you were ready to be heartbroken if that means she will know what you feel.

You made her a paper rose and as you would drag down the stalk of it - it would open up like it was blossoming and close back when you move it back up. You tied a little note on it and went to leave it at Kouyou's door in Port mafia. You arrived and knocked on her door, leaving the rose in front of them and went to hide, scared to see her face. She opened the door and looked down. She saw a paper rose and picked it up, noticing the note. Her face had confused expression the whole time until she read the note.

"I hope some day, just like this rose you will be able to open up and accept my love. If not mine, then someone else's, as long as you are happy. - Y/N"

She moved the rose and her eyes started watering as she was scared of all emotions that were coming out of her, thinking she burried them long time ago. She played with the rose, thinking, and you kept looking at her a bit confused. Was she happy, was she angry, was she moved by it? Did she feel the same or not?

"Come out, Y/N." Kouyou said as she closed her eyes, softly smiling. Your heart skipped a beat, but you couldn't trick Kouyou after all. You came to her, obviously nervous and on the edge. She turned her back and went into her room for a second and returned with something. She handed it to you and it was metal shaped and colored as her Golden Demon, attached to a chain. You took it, shocked and looked at her.

"I never thought I would be the one doing this. It's silly to be completely honest with you Y/N. I talked about this holiday so poorly, yet made that for you, hoping it will protect you from the distance." she looked at you.

"However, now I hope you will accept it and wear it as a confession of my feelings as well as to keep you safe and protected from any harm. Thank you for this rose and thank you for..awakening the hope and feelings inside me I thought were long lost." she stepped forward and pulled you into a kiss.

Armed Detective Agency

Dazai Osamu

You were dragging his hand, really excited.

"We can't miss this Osamu, walk faster!" you ordered him, earning a confused look and laughter from Dazai.

"Ah, ah, where are we rushing darling?" he said as his usual, teasing self.

"Not telling! Be patient, but hurry your ass up." you pulled him harder as you arrived to your destination. Dazai looked around, there were plenty of couples but you went to more isolated area.

"Now we wait." you proclaimed, holding his hand.

"For what exactly if I may ask?" Dazai looked at you confused as you stared into the sky.

"You may not! Shush it or you will miss it." you said squeezing his hand and he looked into direction you were looking at.

"Here comes yours!" you giggled, squeezing his hand harder.

Suddenly, with a loud sound, a firework appeared in shape of a heart and "I love you" in the middle, it was in bright pink color. Dazai stared at awe, this was one of the few times when he didn't know what to say. You looked at his face, it was so gentle and so genuine. His eyes got brighter and he squeezed your hand. It was a sight you could look at forever. Firework passed and his mouth were slightly opened as he looked at you, speechless.

"I customized it! I hoped you will like it and..." you couldn't finish your sentence as he pulled you in into a hug, squeezing you tightly. You hugged him back and started laughing a bit at sudeness of his reaction.

"And...I was hoping..this maybe gives you new perspective.." you continuned, muffled voice as your head was squeezed into his chest.

"No need to say anything else. I know." he squeezed you even thighter. You wanted to say something but you truly enjoyed this and it melted your heart.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes.

"That firework is how I feel when I am with you." he said in serious voice.

"You are so cheesy, Osamu." you laughed at him and gently slapped his chest. He smiled at you.

"I mean it. It's like I was reborn anytime I am with you." he gently brushed your cheek with his slender fingers.

"Stop it, I don't like when you talk like this." you said jokingly and he laughed.

"Now then.." he pulled something out of his pocket and quickly positioned it on your chest. You looked down and it was same opal stone he has. You touched it and looked at Dazai.

"Now we match. Also, this way, you see, our hearts are always connected." he smiled at you and touched his stone. He moved down and kissed you softly.

Then he pulled you into another hug.

"Also...sounds fireworks made were almost as loud as your farts, did you customize sounds too?" he pulled away, making fake amazed face.

"Dazai Osamu!" you punched his stomach.

"Ouch, ouch! You said you don't like when I am romantic, you don't like this either, it's so hard to satisfy you belladona!" he whined in dramatic voice.

"Maybe you just need to shut up, ever thought about that?" you laughed and pulled him into a kiss.

Kunikida Doppo

You were really excited about this day and your gift. Kunikida has been frowning lately because his notebook is near the end and from all work he had, he wasn't able to order new one. So you did it for him and it arrived just in time. You also wrote little note on the first page.

Now, you were walking to meet up with him at a local park as he said he wants to take you somewhere. Kunikida, on the other hand, was slightly nervous. Last year he took you in fancy restaurant and for most of your bigger celebrations. He wanted to switch it up this time out of his comfort zone. He wanted to take you in a game room so two of you can have some fun together and go out for an ice cream afterwards.

He wasn't sure how you will react to this and kind of regretted he didn't go for safer idea, but it is what it is now. He saw you coming and adjusted himself.

You spreaded your arms, running into his hug. He picked you up, returning the hug and kissed top of your head, then gave you a kiss on the lips.

"You seem really jumpy, what's the reason?" he asked with a soft smile.

"And you, Kunikida Doppo, seem really nervous, what's the reason?" you asked him playfully. Of course you would notice. He cleared his throat as his eyes gave away slight shock as confirmation of your question and wanted to speak when you cut him off suddenly.

"Maybe this will help you!" you said happily and handed him a notebook that was wrapped in paper with some animals. He took it and slowly started unwrapping it only to see his long desired notebook he wasn't able to order. He threw away the paper in trashcan and took another look, still in awe.

"Open it! There is something inside." you giggled.

He gave you a questioning look and opened it to see a dedication written from you. You wrote how you look up to him, how he inspires you every day to be a better person and as silly as his ideals can be at the times, they are still his and therefore deeply admired by you. You ended it by telling him to never change that fire in his heart and how you love him. He pushed his glasses up, closing the notebook and gently looking at you.

"You know, when I was writing who may my ideal partner be, I only had you in mind. I remember how I wished someone would be able to make me more flexible as a person or rather inspire me to see bigger picture and explore more of myself. Then you showed up and for that I am forever thankful, Y/N." he came closer to hug you and give you a kiss. You blushed at his words, unsure what to say.

You just hugged him thightly and thanked him as you pulled him into another kiss.

"You know, mister Carlylye said to send you a lot of greetings. Also, where are we going? Which resturant?" you asked him as you pulled away.

"I will make sure to send him letter tomorrow or give him a phone call if he isn't too busy. And as for where we are going, I thought about game room...if that's okay." he smiled, nervously as he waited for your reaction.

"Game room? Where did that come from?" you looked at him, a bit stunned by his plan.

"Well, I wanted to try something different, I guess. If you don't like it.."

you cut him off.

"I LOVE IT!" you gave him a big smile, putting all his worries away. He laughed a bit and you spent rest of your evening playing different games, winning or losing, it didn't matter. You had a lot of fun and enjoyed each other's company.

Atsushi Nakajima

You and Atsushi agreed to stay at home for Valentine's Day and have some alone time. You were finishing up chazuke you made for him as a treat for Valentine's. You came back to him and his face lit up. He was really excited and Valentine's Day with you felt surreal. He always had hard time to accept love from others given his inner turmoil. You taught him how to be more forgiving to himself, how to accept love and how to have love for himself. He still had long way to go, but he was better and every day brought new things.

"Thank you, Y/N! I really appreciate this." he said with a smile as he took bowl out of your hand and placed it in front of him.

"You are not going to eat it?" you asked him, a bit confused as he always literally dived in like there is no tomorrow. He shaked his head and got up to take something from the closet and turned around facing you.

It was a beautiful flower crown, you could tell it was a handmade. He came towards you and placed it on top of your head and smiled.

"I made it with tiny bit of help of Kyouka-chan!" he kept smiling. It truly melted your heart, anything he ever gave you was self made.

"I tried my best, I hope you like it." he said, blush covering his pale face.

"It's beautiful, you are so amazing! Thank you so much my love." you said and hugged him as he blushed, returning the hug.

"I have little something too!" you giggled and went to the other room to grab it. You came back and handed him a tiger plushie. He took it, inspecting fluffy tiger with his hands. He saw it had a small, loose collar that said "Mini Sushi".

"Mini..Sushi?" he looked at you.

"Like Mini Atsushi, but Sushi. Nickname." you smiled at him. His eyes got a bit wider and he smiled, hugging the plushie.

"Thank you, Y/N. You mean a lot to me and so does Sushi!" he smiled, genuine and warm.

"Remember anytime you are kind to him, you are also kind to yourself, Sushi." you said and went to hug him. He hugged you back as mini Sushi got squeezed between and Atsushi's eyes were soft, peaceful and loving as he understood meaning.

Ranpo Edogawa

Ranpo and you have been dating for a while now and this was your first Valentine's Day together. You knew what you will get him as soon as you started thinking of it. It was hard to surprise him and you knew that, but you hoped he will like your gift regardless. You got him a toy that looked like a machine, it was a bowl on top and on the plastic what was holding a bowl was actually few different games a person could play. Bowl had plenty of different candies inside and all you had to do is beat level in order to get it, it also had a refill which was perfect for Ranpo. You really hoped he will like it. On the other side, Ranpo understood concept of Valentine's Day, however he didn't get the point. Yosano scolded him that it's not a huge deal and gifting you something won't hurt. Ranpo did want to gift you something, that wasn't an issue, he just didn't know what. He was thinking and pouting and knew he was running out of time so he thought the best he could and got you a hat to match his. It's sweet and it also says how he loves your company when he solves crimes and mysteries.

You finally met up with each other, you came to the office as everyone else went to café and saw Ranpo there. He seemed a bit down, but you hoped your gift will cheer him up. You came to him and he got up, his face still unsatisfied. You looked at him and he just bumped his head into your chest.

"Ranpo? What's wrong?" you asked him, concerned.

"This is stupid." he said, his voice a bit sad.

"What is stupid?" you asked him, he still didn't look at you.

"This holiday. Yosano scolded me as if I didn't want to get you a gift which isn't true!" he said in annoyed voice and moved his head up facing you.

"Ranpo...you don't have to gift me anything. It's just a little holiday, if you just wished me happy Valentine's day, I will still be thankful." you were genuine.

"That's not the point." he scoffed.

"The point is, how do I tell you that I appreciate you and care for your company as well as that I enjoy when you go to solve cases with me and that you make me feel like I am not alone anymore and that I love you through a gift? And don't tell me to write a letter because I hate to do that." he looked at you. You looked at him surprised and started laughing.

"Oh my, well, just like that actually. You can tell me just like that." you smiled at him and he moved to get something out of his drawer and handed you the hat, same as his.

"Well, this hat is supposed to say it. You know, like we can match and...stuff." he looked away as you took hat out of his hand and put it on your head. He was still looking away, eyes closed when he suddenly felt a thight hug. He got surprised for a second, analysing your reaction but hugged you back.

"It's saying everything I need to know, don't worry. You also said all I needed to know." you said in soft voice.

"Really?" Ranpo asked as he wasn't really sure.

"I promise." you smiled at him, the smile he loved the most. You kissed his cheek and handed him your gift. He took it and inspected it for a while and then the biggest smile lit up his face.

"Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate it. Now I can have more fun at work." he giggled and you laughed at him. He looked at you and put down the toy on his table and hugged you tightly.

"You look really cute with that hat, you know?" he whispered earning your smile.

"Happy Valentine's day, love." you said in soft voice.

"Happy Valentine's day, Y/N." he pulled away and you kissed, enjoying this lovely moment. Then Ranpo looked at the toy, bringing his hand closer and you noticed he just took one candy out.

"Hey! That's cheating!" you yelled at him and two of you continued this day laughing and enjoying.

Tanizaki Junchiro

Tanizaki and you made a deal to spend a day inside, nothing too fancy. You both liked comfort and cozy feeling of your own home and spending time together away from the crowds and loud city.

You arrived home with one small bag and Tanizaki came to you to greet you with a kiss.

"What took you so long? I missed you." Tanizaki said and pulled you into a hug.

"Sorry, sorry, I was picking out your gifts." you said and handed him the bag.

"Happy Valentine's day Chiro." you hugged him as he pulled out multiple games you bought, his face was shocked as those were really expensive and he gave you a look that was asking you "are you for real?" unable to say anything else.

"I save up, you know?" you elbowed him.

"Also, I thought we could play them together." you smiled at him and Tanizaki picked you up and turned to move you in the room. He placed you on the couch and started hugging and tickling you. You were laughing, trying to push him away.

"Stop, stop, why are you tickling me?" you were saying through laughter. Tanizaki got up and stopped tickling you.

"I am so happy! Thank you, those are so cool and we will have so much fun. Hold on!" he placed quick kiss on your head and came back in new pyjama and quickly sat next to you, giving you a small, blue bag. You gave him a questioning look, his face was light and his eyes sparkled, so you looked inside and saw another pyjama, matching his. Both were white and had little koalas hugging. You smiled and kissed Tanizaki.

"I will put it on right away." you said and went to change. Meanwhile, Tanizaki has set up one of the games, excited for your return. You came back and showed off how you look in new piece he got you.

"You look lovely, you are so cute Y/N!" he proclaimed as he stood up to come and hug you. He twirled you around and moved you to the set up where both of you sat down, ready to play.

"This is best Valentine's day I could ask for, thank you." he said and kissed you.

"Same goes for me, Chiro." you smiled at him and two of you spent rest of the day cozy, playing games and having fun.

Yosano Akiko

Yosano and you agreed to meet at your place and spend Valentine's day together. You prepared everything to be as romantic as possible. Yosano and you were together for some time and you wanted to make this day as special as possible. She was always kind and gentle with you even though you knew how she can get which made you melt and fall in love with her. You saw her as a woman who stood up for herself, yet treated her loved ones with the most care. Yosano could say same for you, you were the kindest, most precious person she has ever met and you loving her was an honor. That's how she felt and she wanted to make this day special for you as well.

She arrived with a small bag and you came to greet her, melting into her hug. She smiled softly and stroked your hair as you pulled away to look at her and give her a kiss.

"Someone is excited." she said lightheartedly and cupped your cheek with her soft hand.

"I am. I was so excited to see you today." you smiled at her and took her hand to move her and sit down together on the couch.

"Is that so?" she looked at you, saying teasingly.

"Yes." you looked at her full of love which made her melt at how genuine you were.

"I was excited to see you as well, my sweet Y/N." she kissed you and pulled away, gently placing a bag on your lap.

You looked at her and she nodded. You opened the bag and saw a notebook of some sort with covers in your favorite color. You opened the notebook and saw dry flowers glued on each page and next to each flower, there was a name of it as well as description of it.

"I picked all flowers that remind me of you." Yosano said as she looked at your lovestruck expression.

"This is beautiful. I truly don't know what to say, thank you so much, baby." you said as you looked up, Yosano's gentle gaze meeting yours.

"I am glad to hear that, Y/N." she smiled as you put aside the notebook, reaching under the table for a box. You handed it to her, a bit nervous. She smiled in order to calm you down and opened the box to see crystal figure in a shape of butterfly that was on lineup that said "You are an angel, my angel of everything that is good and kind."

She started tearing up, softly brushing her fingers on the sentence you designed. You waited for her to say something and she just put the figure on the table, not taking her eyes off of it and immediately pulling you into a hug.

You could feel your shoulder getting slightly wet and you hugged her thighter.

"Thank you. I love you." Yosano said through a whisper.

"I love you too." you smiled and stroked back of her head.

The Guild

Edgar Allan Poe

Two of you weren't a couple, however you were really good friends who crushed on each other. You wanted to hand your gift personally, hoping he feels the same way. You got ready and went out to head to his place in order to give him your gift. You were nervous and doubtful but if not now, then when? You just hoped you won't make this awkward between two of you or lose your friendship. It was a lot to ask for, you were aware, but still, Poe was reasonable so hopefully even if he doesn't feel the same he won't push you away. You also brought some treats for Karl.

As you walked, you felt someone watching or even following you and you turned around, but didn't see anyone who sticks out in crowd. You thought you were being paranoid and just kept walking. You arrived at more isolated area and you suddenly saw Karl jump in front of you. You backed away, startled at his sudden appearance.

"Did you smell the treats, little one?" you kneeled down to give him his treats and saw he was carrying something. It was a book and he dropped it in front of you as you handed him the treats. You opened the book as Karl munched satisfied next to you.

"I hope this doesn't ruin what we have. I have been in love with you for a very long time, Y/N. Therefore, I decided to write this for you. It contains all my feelings, like a personal diary, dedicated to you. If you don't feel the same - I completely understand. Feel free to throw it away or burn it, whatever you feel like doing, I just ask for this not to be the end of our friendship that I deeply cherish and hold dear in my heart. - E. A. Poe"

Your heart was beating so fast as you turned pages to read its and bits of what he has wrote. It was full of admiration of your personality, your beauty and time you spent together. You were shaking from how happy and excited you were. It felt surreal. You could scream right there but then Karl gently tapped your hand.

"To follow you?" you asked him and he started going in a direction behind you. You followed him and finally you saw Poe hidden behind a tree. He was literally biting his nails from anxiety and as he saw you, he got even more nervous, but was frozen in one place.

You came up to him, your face was red from excitement and your feelings for him and the fact he feels the same. You quickly gave him your gift which was small raccoon plushie that had a pocket. It had your love letter inside. Poe took it and unfolded it with clumsiness and started reading your confession. If his bangs weren't covering his eyes you would see how wide his eyes got, but shakiness of his hands told you all. Once he finished, he somehow got the strenght to look up at your face covered in impatience.

"Really?" he asked and you just came closer, pulling him into a kiss, he was shaken up at sudden movement but quickly adjusted and kissed you back.

And with this, you started your beautiful love story.

Hunting Dogs

Jouno Saigiku

Jouno and you agreed to spend Valentine's day as he was returning from a mission. You were really excited to see him and while he was away you thought about a gift that he will be able to use while away to think of you and one more practical gift that you picked out due to his complaining. He was always complaining how everyone were too loud, either they talked too out, breath too loud or, truth to be told, just exist too loud for his liking. He finally arrived and you didn't waste one second jumping into a hug and kissing him all over the face. He could sense your heart was about to explode from happiness which made him smile.

"Someone really missed me, huh?" he said in really low voice and hugged you thightly. You just nodded happily in his neck and he smiled.

"I missed you too." he slowly moved you away to give you a long, passionate kiss, not getting enough of you after being away so long. You pulled away and dragged him into a living room.

"Come faster, I want to give you my gifts." you giggled, Jouno smiled back at you, finding your excitement cute.

You quickly placed him on the couch and got two boxes. You gave him the first one.

"Okay, so this is more practical one, it's noise cancelling earbuds made specifically for you." you smiled as he took them out of box, his mouth slightly opened. He was inspecting them with his fingers.

"I tried all type of earbuds and trust me, none of them work, at least not with those bastards." he chuckled a bit and moved his head towards you.

"Just put them in Sai, don't be so skeptical." you told him and he listened, putting them in his ears and oddly enough, they seemed good.

You suddenly screamed and talked really loud how amazing it is and how you contacted his HQ to make them. He didn't hear you fully, he understood its and bits, he could still hear your heartbeat when he would really focus. You kept talking and he smiled, taking them out.

"I must give it to you, Y/N. They really do work." he said as he kept gentle smile on his face.

"I couldn't hear a word of your blabber." he teased you as you narrowed your eyebrows.

"Don't be mean now. I can also cut your ears off so you can't hear anything, you know?" you said in joking manner.

"I would love to see you try." he teased back and you smiled as you handed him second box.

"This one is more romantic, I think." you said, he could feel your muscles thighten a bit as you got nervous. He opened it and felt round, cold, thick but small piece of metal with a weirdish structure on top. He raised his eyebrow and pressed the structure and could feel 'I love you' beats being made in morse code. You were smiling nervously, not really sure how will he react. It was supposed to go in his pocket or anywhere truly, it was small but Jouno wouldn't be able to lose it given the fact it was Jouno. He pressed it once again and smiled.

"I think it's wonderful, Y/N." he smiled at you and you got even more flustered as he came closer to give you a gentle kiss.

Then, as he pulled away, he reached for his backpack, taking out a small box. He handed it to you and you opened it for your eyes to meet an earring, same as Jouno's and really pretty bracelet that had a little sword attached to it. You slowly took them out and put on an earring and bracelet as you looked at Jouno, who was smiling softly at you.

"Originally, I wanted to give you my earring, however the one you are wearing was handmade by some man I helped on the mission, I thought it would be nice to match. As for the bracelet, that little sword is a heartbeat measurment and it allows me to sense yours with this little thing.." he pulled out some sort of little machine.

"I wanted to be able to listen to your heartbeats before sleep, since they put me at ease and to track your mood during the day." he smiled at you.

You didn't say anything else, just quickly pulled him into a hug and he smiled, hugging you back thightly.

Tecchou Suehiro

Tecchou and you woke up next to each other, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings. You slowly got up and started your day, showering together and got dressed up, moving on to make some breakfast. You made pancakes with strawberry and nutella and also made your morning tea and coffee. It was overall nice, peaceful and romantic morning.

"You know, those pancakes would go great with ketchup and strawberry." Tecchou said, completely nonchalant.

"Excuse you?" you said as you laughed at him.

"I knew your taste was...special, to say at least but we won't make pancakes with ketchup and strawberries." you continued as Tecchou looked away, slightly disappointed. You laughed at him and got up to bring your gifts for him.

"Don't pout you grown baby. Maybe this will cheer you up." you said as you sat down, handing him your gift with a smile. He curiously took it and opened the bag and saw pair of gloves as well as some box in royal blue color. He took them out carefully, inspecting them.

"Gloves are for you since I noticed you hurt your hands a lot, so I thought to get you those to protect them." you smiled but Tecchou was silent, not looking at you. He opened the box, which made you nervous and he saw a lot of folded papers inside. He unfolded few papers and you were almost digging your fingernails into your skin because of his lack of reaction. On papers you wrote what you love, admire and appreciate about him and many other sweet, loving things. He folded papers back, gently placing them in the box and covering it with the lid. You were sweating at this point, he didn't look at you once. He closed his eyes and gentle, angelic smile covered his face as he stood up and came over to you and kneeled down, resting his head on your lap, his hands hugging your hips. You were a bit shocked.

"What did I do to deserve you, angel?" Tecchou said in soft, genuine voice. You were still slightly frozen, but his reaction made you smile and you placed your hand on top of his head to play with his hair.

"Just by being you, my love." you answered him in gentle tone and he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes big and full of love. He moved up to you and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. You smiled and then he kissed your forehead and stood up completely and went to bring you his gift.

He came back and gave you a bag that had teddy bear holding a heart on it. You smiled and he smiled back at you. You opened it and saw a little plushie of a dog that had Hunting Dog's uniform. You melted, but you couldn't ignore the smell of his cologne that was really strong. He noticed.

"Jouno said you will be able to smell it for next 10 years, so I think that's good." he said innocently not realizing the amount he sprayed. It still made your heart warm and you hugged the plushie thightly.

"Now you have someone to keep you company when I am away." he smiled and you got up plastering a soft kiss on his cheek and lips.

"Thank you my love, it's lovely." you said to him and you spent rest of your day enjoying each other's company.

Tachihara Michizō

You were waiting for Tachihara in the centre of the city so you can go home together. You were slightly annoyed because it was so crowded but then you finally saw him. He had a huge smile on his face and waving to get your attention. You waved back as he came up to you, picking you up and looking at your face with a huge smile.

"How is my favorite bastard doing?" he said lightheartedly and you laughed, gently slapping his arm. He put you down and pulled you in a loving kiss.

"Let's go. Do you want me to carry your backpack?" you asked genuinely.

"Hah! As if you can carry it, I will be fine." he chuckled and took your hand, two of you walking home and chatting about his missions and stuff happening in your lives while you were away. You already left your gift on the table, hoping he will be surprised. It was a huge chocolate cake that had 10 kinder eggs around.

As you finally arrived home, you quickly left him behind to wait next to the cake.

"Why are you rushing so..." Tachihara wanted to ask, but as soon as he saw the cake, his mouth opened wide. He was shocked and saw you standing next to it, proudly smiling. He took few steps forward as he looked at the cake, mouth and eyes wide open.

"You didn't!" he proclaimed excitedly as he quickly took one of the kinder eggs to inspect it.

"I did!" you smiled at him and he put the egg down and pulled you into a hug.

"You truly are a little bastard, is this why you were so excited?" he smiled and you nodded at him. He hugged you thightly and gave you a kiss on the lips making you giggle.

"Well then, I guess I can wait a bit before I open them." he smiled and went to his backpack, taking out big, red cotton bag. He gave it to you and it was really heavy. You looked at him, questioning expression in your eyes.

"You might want to open in on the couch." he said as he rubbed back of his head. You went to the couch, turning the bag around and you saw plenty of rocks and shiny crystals dropping out of it. There were all colors - from black, white, purple, brown, grey, mixed and all type of crystals - amethyst, rose quartz and others. You looked at awe and started inspecting them with your fingers.

"I took every rock and crystal that reminded me of you, I hope you like them." he said slightly nervous because he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions.

"I love them! You are such a sweetheart, you know?" you said and quickly jumped to hug him. You looked up at him and he smiled, kissing your forehead.

"I am glad to hear that baby, now can you help me open my kinder eggs, please?" he said and you could tell he was impatient and excited. You nodded, happy and enjoying the lovely moment with him. You spent rest of your day catching up, cuddling and opening kinder eggs that Tachihara was insanely worked up about. It was truly an amazing day.

Special mentions

Yokomizo

You went to drugstore to buy things for bath that you had in mind for Yokomizo. You just wanted him to relax and enjoy this day, taking a break from work and writing. You bought everything you need and as you entered your garden, you picked up roses because it would be a nice touch. You arrived home and greeted Yokomizo who seemed to be working so you didn't want to bother him and immediately went to the bathroom, preparing a bath. You put on candles, burned sticks in smell of lavander, filled the tub and put in gel that smelled like a fresh breeze carrying nature and its smells. It was full of bubbles and beautiful foam so you dropped rose petals on top, adding to the athmosphere. You turned off the lights and it truly looked enchating, healing and romantic. You also made sure to leave some snacks behind and a book so he can relax and enjoy.

You came to him, who seemed to be finishing his work.

"Honey, I made you a bubble bath." you said shyly, hoping he will like it. Yokomizo smiled and stood up, taking few steps towards you.

"Did you now?" he smiled and gently brushed your cheek with his thumb. You nodded and he looked at you lovingly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you my love. Not to be bothersome, but could you please clean up my desk and then join me afterwards?" he said in apologetic tone, but still sounded confident for some reason. You nodded again, earning his smile and he stroked your cheek one more time as he went to the bathroom.

You went to his table and saw a big paper.

It said "All my peace, love and reason is you." written in calligraphy. Your heart felt warm, your face covered in wide smile as you quickly went to join Yokomizo in the bathroom. Two of you spent rest of your day in romantic, relaxing and loving manner truly enjoying each other.

The End :)

Thank you for reading and I truly hope you enjoyed this!

Thank you for all love you gave me so far, it truly means a lot and I deeply appreciate it :)<3

Kisses on the forehead for everyone hehe

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raintailed · 3 months

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how do oyu draw scvaenegrs theyre soooo shaped i love them....

GYAHAHAHA!!!!!!! TUTORIAL TIME!!!!!!

first things first! basic anatomy!

These guys are somewhat monkey-shaped. They have deep chests, long arms, and short legs. They usually move by knuckle-walking, using their arms to swing their legs forward as if they're using crutches.

Scavs have eartlers (which i think are technically horns lol), funny whiskers/sensory frills, and frills/quills on their backs. I also give them ears because I think it looks cute.

A note about their tails: scav tails vary in length (many are tailless), and their tails are thinner than slugcat tails. I imagine their tails aren't as important for balance as it is for slugcats.

From the side, my scavengers have sorta egg-shaped heads; they don't have a very prominent snout. They do, however, have some gnarly teeth - baboon like, but better suited for carnivory? Idk honestly

Scavs have long, 3-fingered hands and 2-toed feet. Some scavengers have a third toe on their feet, but it's vestigial. Their palms/soles are hairless for better gripping and are usually lighter than the surrounding fur.

Variations!!! Scavs are super diverse and I highly recommend taking many screenshots of them. I didn't draw anything for elite scavengers here.

Horns range from nubs to large branches. Some scavengers have horns on their cheeks as well as on the top of their heads.

Whiskers can range from being absent to looking like beards.

Scavenger eyes range in size, narrowness, and angle. Pupils can be absent, dark-colored, or light-colored.

For colors, scavengers are usually gray or brown with darker points. Light and bright-colored scavs are unusual but they do appear!

Proportions and quills vary, and that can have some hilarious results. I've seen scavengers with stick-thin arms, others with tons of big quills, etc.

Scavenger body language is pretty complex. I recommend checking the wiki and watching them in-game to study how they move and act. Their quills do seem to be an important part of how they communicate, since frightened or startled scavengers vibrate their quills!

Hopefully this stuff is helpful!

#raintailed's art #raintailed rambles #ask #rain world #rw #rain world headcanons #headcanons #tutorial #art tutorial #long post

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nox140497 · 4 months

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My Boys (Sams version)

Request: No

Prompt: No

Summery: Y/N witnesses a sweet little moment between Sam and Colby and relises that these are her boys.

Pairings: Sam Golbach x Female Reader

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Y/N had always believed that the true beauty of life lies in those little moments of love and endearment. And one drizzly afternoon in their cozy house in Los Angeles, she witnessed a moment that would forever be etched in her heart.

Y/N's boyfriend, Sam, and his childhood best friend, Colby, had been inseparable since they were kids. Despite life's twists and turns, they had managed to maintain their strong bond throughout the years. The trio now lived together in a charming house, their sanctuary, filled with laughter, creativity, and love.

On this particular day, Y/N found herself in the living room, engrossed in a novel. The sound of Sam's laughter drifted through the air, drawing her attention. Curiosity piqued, she set her book aside and stealthily crept towards the source of mirth. Peering around a corner, she discovered Sam and Colby in the kitchen engrossed in a passionate baking session.

Sam, wearing an apron splattered with flour, was meticulously measuring ingredients and adding them to a mixing bowl. Colby, equally adorned in flour, was busy whisking eggs with the utmost concentration. The kitchen was a whirlwind of warm aromas and playful banter.

Y/N quietly observed as Sam and Colby moved around each other with a synchronicity that only comes from years of friendship. They seamlessly complemented each other's actions, as if they shared a secret language only they understood.

As the cake batter began to take shape, Sam dipped his finger into the bowl, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Colby, you know what we're missing? A little bit of magic." With that, he leaned in, softly smearing a dot of batter on Colby's nose. Both burst into laughter, their joy filling the room.

Y/N's heart swelled with a profound sense of gratitude. In that moment, she realized how lucky she was to be a part of their lives, their love, and their captivating friendship. They had opened their hearts to her, welcoming her into their circle without hesitation. Now, she understood why they referred to themselves as "her boys."

The aroma of the cake rose from the oven, filling the house with a delightful scent. Y/N emerged from her hiding spot, her gaze locking with Sam's. He smiled, a tender expression that held a thousand unspoken words. She crossed the room, stepping into his warm embrace.

Sam's voice broke the silence. "Y/N, welcome to our world of mischief and love. You are our anchor, the one who brings us together and completes our little family."

With tears welling in her eyes, Y/N whispered, "I am honored to be a part of it, to cherish these moments with you both."

As they stood there, enveloped in love, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning. The house in Los Angeles resonated with a sense of belonging, with the promise of countless sweet and endearing moments yet to come. And together, Y/N, Sam, and Colby would continue to nurture their friendship, forever grateful for the extraordinary bond that they shared.

#sam golbach #sam golbach x you #sam golbach x reader #sam and colby #xplr

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azsazz · 6 months

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Change Your Ticket (Part 2)

Rugby Star!Cassian x Reader (A Modern AU)

Summary: Dating famous rugby star Cassian Bailey is a dream. What's not one is keeping your secret relationship under wraps. Will you and Cassian be able to keep from the limelight or will your relationship crumble because of it?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,514

[Part 1]

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“Come on Cass, come on Cass,” you mutter to yourself, stealing a chip from Feyre’s plate of nachos. It’s only the plain ones left, hidden under the mass of other chips doused with cheese sauce and meat, but you need something to gnaw on while you watch the Stars game intently.

You’ve already peeled the label off of your beer bottle and drained it, rolled a balled up wrapped from a straw until it was debris in your fingers, but the nervous tension as you watch the game is almost too much.

You hadn’t been able to make it this weekend, wanting to work on some freelance projects you’d lined up and wanted to get ahead on. Cassian had been disappointed when you spoke to him earlier in the week, but you knew you would be too distracted by him if you flew out there and wouldn’t get any work done.

Now, you’re equally distracted, in the full bar filled with loud Stars fans, cheering and chanting and screaming as the evening grows later and the clock timer winds down.

It had been a brutal game thus far, and the Adriata Sealions are one of the Velaris Stars’ biggest rivals. There had been an injury by one of the team’s top players, Azriel Teller, and the grim silence that had taken over the bar at the sight of it had been harrowing.

He’d managed to limp off of the field just fine, Cassian’s body tucked beneath his arm for support. Hopefully it was nothing more than a rolled ankle or a bruised bone and he would be back on the pitch for the next game, but the harsh scowl on his face as he’d been led into the locker room is not one you ever want to be on the other side of.

Rhysand Cunningham, the team’s captain, had done a well enough job of keeping the Stars players in line, forcing the team to channel their protective energy back into the game instead of chest bumping the players on the other team, trying to egg them into a fight.

“Hello?” Feyre draws out, waving a chip in front of your face. You jump in your seat, ripping your gaze from the TV hanging above the bar. You and your friends, Feyre and Mor, are settled at a high-top table against the back wall. The pub is crowded, stuffed full of fans with Stars jerseys and star-shaped crowns on their heads. You’re wearing a t-shirt with Cassian’s number painted across the back, and you catch sight of similar jerseys, blaring the number 15. It makes you bite your lip to hide your smile.

“What?” you ask, realizing they’ve been talking to you the entire time your eyes have been glued to the match. The Sealions are a tough team, having gone undefeated thus far in the season. If the Stars manage to beat them, this will be great news for both the team and the city. “What we’re we talking about?”

“I didn’t know you were so into rugby,” Mor snorts over the rim of her martini glass. No beer for her during these types of things, your friend is too high maintenance to drink the bitter ale you’re downing anxiously.

Cassian’s lack of a lucky charm being at the game with him tonight shows. He’s not aggressive as he normally is, seeming a little distracted. His teammates are getting frustrated, clapping him on the shoulder in what might be support to the crowds viewing, but you can see the tightness of his mouth, the difference in his posture as he settles into the scrum to fight for the ball.

You shrug, sheepishly, motioning to the waitress who passes by your table for another drink. “Sorry, I just got caught up.”

“Caught up in Cassian Bailey, more like,” Feyre teases and you blush like you’ve just spilled your secret to your best friends.

“As if you haven’t been in love with Rhysand Cunningham since he was named captain of the Stars,” you bite back playfully, tossing a half-eaten ship her way. She squeals, swatting it away from her, laughing with you.

It’s true. Feyre had had no interest in Rhysand Cunningham until he was positioned captain of the team. She hadn’t even been that big of a rugby fan at all, not until you all but forced her and Mor to start watching the games after your first date with Cassian. They’d been a little suspicious of why you suddenly became so interested in the Velaris Stars, but you marked it all up to trending photos from the team photoshoot they did with Vogue.

Feyre’s wearing a jersey opposite yours, a purple shirt with a white painted number four on the back with Rhysand’s last name across her shoulders. Your shirt is black with white print and stars on the shoulders.

“What? He’s so hot,” Feyre swoons, pressing the back of her wrist to her forehead as she falls back against the cushy booth seat. The three of you laugh, clinking your glasses together in a toast when the waitress arrives with a new glass of beer for you, removing the old one from your table with a soft smile.

“They’re all so hot,” Mor pouts like she’s suffering anytime she looks at the TV. She sat with her back to the game, so she didn’t have to watch, because watching sports makes her feel grimy, but even she is wearing a purple shirt with a glittery star on the center of the chest. It’s not official Stars merchandise, but you’ll take it nonetheless. “But I prefer my men in suits.”

“Like the owner of the team?” You giggle and Mor gags. She brushes her hair off of her shoulder with a flick, red lipstick sticking to the rim of her martini glass as she plucks the toothpick with the olive out of her glass, throws the liquid back, and stuffs the fruit between her parted lips.

The pub goes wild and you realize you’ve taken your gaze off of the match for too long and the Stars have scored. You bounce up and down in your seat as the replay comes on, showing one of the team’s players tossing the ball backwards to Cassian, who slips through two of the competitors’ bodies for the try. The action puts them in the lead with only five and a half minutes to spare.

“Hell yes, Cassian!” You cheer, high-fiving the older gentleman next to you whose cheeks don two painted violet stars. Even the locals go wild in support of the team while they’re playing in another city; flags wave outside of pubs and homes, jerseys of all kinds as far as the eye can see, even the stadium parking lot is filled with tailgaters and parties, barbeque and brews. “That’s my boy!”

“Your boy?” Mor scrunches her nose and you fight to keep the redness you can feel crawling up your neckline to your cheeks. She sighs, continuing, “Why can’t either of you like actors or something. I feel like we have nothing in common anymore.”

Feyre shakes her head, “Five years of forcing us to watch The Holiday House and we still don’t think Helion Spellcleaver is cuter than Kallias Storm. I can’t believe you still won’t give this up, Mor. It’s almost insane!”

The Stars miss the following conversion and it’s the Sealions turn to attempt to score. There are only a handful of minutes left, and it’s looking pretty good as the timer inches lower and lower to zero. The match cuts to a commercial when the ball gets stuck in a ruck and the teams have to reset.

You’re about to reenter the conversation, but the ad that come on the tv as the announcers cut away is one you know all too well, and have teased Cassian about since you’d first seen it. He stands in his uniform, bottle of beer in his hands. There’s a lime tucked into the neck of the bottle and the volume is too low for you to hear over the sounds of the patrons in the bar, but you know the commercial by heart.

He's saying how he feels like he’s on a beach when he drinks the beer, and as he takes a sip, he appears on a beach right as an opposing player was about to tackle him. He looks around in surprise and his shirt is ripped off by a phantom wind. A dollop of sunscreen falls from the sky and a nearly naked woman walks by, handing him a pair of sunglasses.

You can’t help yourself, pulling your phone from your back pocket to snap a pic of the screen. You then take another one of yourself with your beer and open both in a text and send it to Cassian along with the message: Not fair, why isn’t mine doing that?!

Sending it off whilst biting back a grin, you raise your glass with the rest of the patrons at the bar as the ad comes to a close. Then, with Cassian, everyone in the bar shouts the slogan together. “Drink until the stars go to bed!”

“They’re on two completely different levels,” Mor is arguing when you tune back into the conversation, a cheesy smile on your face. She’s tapping a red painted nail on the tabletop. “Sure, Kallias Storm is hot in a blatant kind of way, but Helion is like a God, or something! Have you seen—”

“Yes, of course we’ve seen it,” you press, cutting her off with a roll of your eyes. Mor has forced you to watch every single one of Helion Spellcleaver’s movies. Sometimes more than once. In fact, there hasn’t been a movie night you remember when he wasn’t in any of the movies she’d picked to watch. “And yes, we think he’s hot, I just personally feel like Cassian Bailey is hotter.”

You can’t wait until he’s back in town next week. You miss him deeply, even though you had the chance to go and see him for his match tonight. Sometimes, the long distance can be hard, when your days are filled with work and his with practice, matches, and press. There are days you aren’t able to speak, texts gone unanswered until the late hours of the night.

It’s then that makes it all worth it, hearing Cassian’s voice before you go to sleep. Without fail, he calls you every night when he’s away, all settled into the hotel and sleep paints his voice groggy. It comforts you more than he knows, hearing his voice. Even if he somehow manages to fall asleep during one of your many unimportant stories about mundane things, the even breaths heard through the phone are a lullaby themselves.

“I still think the hottest man is Rhysand Cunningham, if anyone is keeping score,” Feyre adds with a slight smile.

“Oh, whatever. We can have this conversation for hours,” Mor waves her hand dismissively, then uses it to shoo away the man who’d been walking past your table who had stopped to ogle her. Or maybe he’s trying to work up the courage to talk to the woman, but the look of concentration—or perhaps it’s constipation—on his face. “Go on now, I’m way out of your league buddy, and not at all interested.” Your jaw almost falls to the floor at her abruptness, but the man nods and quickly disappears. Mor turns back to you and Feyre. “Is this game almost over by the way? I’m getting a headache from all of the beer and screaming.”

“You haven’t even had any beer, Mor,” you point out and she cuts you a look.

“I know that, I just hate the smell. How can you both drink that piss?”

You and Feyre share a glance, as if deciding who is going to take this question that she certainly doesn’t want the answer to. Your shoulders fall, and Feyre’s blue eyes brighten. You’ll answer, then.

“I was hoping it’d transport me to a tropical vacation,” you responding longingly, staring into the glass of ale. “Maybe if I drink it until the stars go to bed, it’ll work then?”

Mor shoves out of her seat with a tut. “You’re incorrigible, (Y/N).”

You raise your glass, smirking at your friend. “I aim to please.”

Mor stalks off to find the bathroom while you and Feyre giggle, turning your attention back to the TV. The game is back on and there’s only a minute left now, but the Sealions still hold the ball. Their team is smart and their wall of players is strong. It barely looks like the Stars are affecting them, with the skill in which they pass the ball back to their next in line as they race towards the Stars’ goal line.

“Oh fuck,” Feyre mutters, watching as intently as you.

You’re chewing at your lip, staring at the screen. Most of the conversations happening in the bar have gone quiet, every patron on the edge of their seat as they watch what will be the final play of the game.

You catch sight of Cassian who is trying to steamroll his way to the ball, but the Sealions are all in unison with their plan, and the player tosses the ball to the next, who barges past Rhysand and across the goal line.

“Shit,” you agree, slamming back the last swigs of your drink.

If the Sealions get a conversion, they’ll win the match.

The player who is going to kick the conversion sets up the ball, eyeing the goal. Once it’s perfect, he stands, taking a few steps back, gauging the distance. His fellow teammates watch on, while the Stars ready themselves by the posts, eager for him to miss.

The Sealion’s player charges and kicks the ball with a wicked arc that sadly, soars right through the goal posts.

The entire bar rattles with disappointment, curses and shouts filling the room, along with a simultaneous screech of chairs being shoved away from tables as people rise to pay their tabs and leave. Your heart sinks in disappointment, knowing how upset Cassian will be with this outcome, and even more so when he returns to his empty hotel room.

The camera cuts in close on the Stars players, heads hung and consoling each other as they make their way to congratulate the Sealions. Cassian and Rhysand have their arms draped over each other’s shoulders, talking with their head bowed. You’re positive Azriel Teller is kicking himself for being injured and taken out of the game, too.

“Why the long faces?” Mor asks, plopping her purse on the table before sliding back into her seat. She’s clearly ignored the grumbling and now grumpy Stars’ fans that are starting to close their tabs and wallow on the way back to their homes. A few of the regulars seem to be straying to drown their sorrows in a few more glasses of beer. “Did Helion Spellcleaver walk in here and I missed him?”

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Change Your Ticket Taglist: @justasillylittlegoofyguy @starsinyourseyes @jdeclerc @indiedash

#cassian #cassian x reader #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #cassian au #rugby!cassian au #rugby!cassian #acotar au #change your ticket

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fafameow · 5 months

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ok i need a tutorial on how to draw dedede properly. I don't know how to do that beak

okay quick dedede tutorial go!

So I'll be showing you how I personally draw my King Dedede (mostly based on Forgotten Land/RtdlDX design) but you can of course draw him in your own way! I'm just here to once again explain to you my process as simplified as possible.

First, draw a big egg and then I like to add a smaller circle on top (but you can also just draw a larger egg in the beginning, dedede is actually egged shaped after all)

then add his little feet, as well as another circle on top of that previous one (for the hat pompom later on), lower the opacity and you have now your base!

next zoom on the face and add another oval shape on top of where the crown is going to be. idk how to explain it very well for this part, but i do like a little wave which will connect from left to right to form the crown

next the beak! add another egg bellow, lower its opacity and i guess you kinda repeat that same process of connecting as ealier:

for the hat, draw half of a circle like a bowl shape and then you can draw that fluff he has on top

next for the mantle. i like to make it veryyy fluffy, like it's full of cotton!

for the arms, more ovals (he's a penguin after all)

and poof arms! hehe nah but you basically add more fluff around the hand and then his gloves that are practically the same shape as any other kirby characters that have ones

then you just link everything together and add his inner clothing around his tummy (or you can also draw his kimono from smash!)

now the face! draw big ol eyes and a happy mouth (yes i always give him that :3 smile) go crazy with the expressions ^^

aaaand you're pretty much done!

clean everything up and tada!! you have yourself a big chubby dedede hehe

Thank you for your question! Hope everything was clear and have fun drawing King Dedede :D You actually now made me want to draw more him lol

#fafa's answers #art tutorial #king dedede

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firsttimewriter92 · 8 months

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Neighborly shenanigans Pt. 3

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f! reader (Neighbor AU)

Part 1; Part 2; Part 4

Description: Your first date with Simon draws near and it turns out to be absolutely magical

Warnings: cursing, some dirty thoughts, fluff, pining and longing getting stronger, reader is not vegetarian; mentions of previous mental abuse by an ex; Please be careful when reading

Word count: 4.368

A/N: Hi everyone <3 Part three is here. Please read this one with a bit of caution.

I´m discussing something that has happened in my last relationship and it might be a bit difficult to read. It´s how I cope. I did something like this in another fic of mine and I realised how much it helped me and apparently others. So I incorporated another experience in this fic, hoping that the toothrotting fluff will make up for it.

Please enjoy none the less <3

It was Friday and your heart was already pumping so many different hormones and feelings through your system that you actually began to doubt your sanity.

You hadn’t seen Simon since he hung up your shelf and introduced you to his dog. The dog. God, the moment you thought he had a girlfriend and had seen how he behaved around you had made you so angry for a second. Thankfully however it was all just a misunderstanding and Simon had given exactly what you had needed at that moment.

Total and complete clarity.

He seemed like the type of man that was not socially awkward per se but definitely a bit of an isolated character. You couldn’t see him at lavish social gatherings or busy events. I think the mask would be too much of a conversation starter for it to not get awkward eventually. If he wanted to wear it, whatever his reason was, you were in no position to question him. You didn’t lie when you told him that it didn’t make you uncomfortable. You were just curious, and if he didn’t want to tell you why he wore it, then that´s what it was going to be.

Secretly though, your mind was itching with the numerous faces you´d conjured up in the middle of the night. You found yourself awake wondering how his nose was shaped, how plump or not his lips were, if he had stubble, a beard or was he clean shaven? It didn’t matter to you as much as you thought. You´ve had crushes on men before that had shown even less than hair and eyes. Given they were fictional, the cush itself was real.

And so was the one you´d developed on the brown eyed, whisky voiced half stranger living next to you.

When you got out of bed Saturday morning, you dreaded the whole day ahead of you. He´d only pick you up at 8 so you had to occupy yourself for, what? Another ten hours?

“Fuuuuuuuuck” you sighed as you made your daily dose of coffee and got some eggs and toast ready.

Taking it all to your living room you plopped down on your couch and started your TV. Narcos was silently playing in the background as you made some mental notes about what you needed to do before Simon picked you up.

Shower, shave (maybe even exfoliate), pick out a casual outfit, clean up your apartment at least somewhat. Enough time was spent living out of cardboard boxes and not really settling. Being comfortable in your home would surely help making you more comfortable with yourself and therefore comfortable with the thought of an absolute hunk like Simon being interested in you.

It wasn’t that you thought you were ugly or unlovable, no. Not at all. But the men than had shown interest in you before were never like Simon. And that didn’t mean just physically.

Your last relationship opened your eyes to the men that you usually attracted. Insecure boys, hiding behind a strong masculine façade and instead of working on themselves, or realizing what they lacked, always bound someone to them that wasn’t yet aware of their own worth.

Unfortunately, you used to be that kind of person. Your ex was one of the most interesting men you´d ever met. When he started to take an interest in you, you were ecstatic and soon after you began dating. Over the years however, he slowly chipped away at your confidence, misused your people pleasing tendencies and slowly…oh so slowly made you emotionally dependent on him.

So much so, that there was a time where you actually thought there was no other man for you on this planet other than him. That his actions and words were only for your benefit even if you felt deep down that something wasn’t right about the way he was treating you.

You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was, however. So, every time you tried to have a talk with him about how his behavior made you feel, he only needed about 5 minutes of constant talking to make you believe he was actually a great partner and that the problem was either nonexistent, only in your head or your fault.

This led to the fact that trying to argument in your favor was something you´d completely lost.

By the time he almost convinced you that you couldn’t do anything right or at least without him, that you weren’t very much intelligent but super sweet, so it was worth staying with you, you had already forgiven him for cheating on you once.

The second time however was your breaking point. The fact that the girl was underage opened your eyes about him so quickly, that you basically ran for the hills. Behavioral therapy and some new complexes were the result of all that. It did work though. Two years later your life was yours again to take and you grabbed it tightly.

Still, some of the things that had happened changed the way you saw yourself.

Simon was different. He seemed confident in a way that didn’t need to put others down for it. He was friendly, mild and cheeky. And you were going on a date with him. You probably would have never asked him so his direct confession that he was indeed trying to flirt and him asking you out first, made your confidence spike like nothing had done in the past two years.

You tried not to let it go to your head. Never again would you define your worth over the attention of an attractive man. But that feeling never once arose when you thought about Simon. Only excitement and juvenile glee. You marveled in it as you practically danced around your apartment, cleaning, putting stuff away, getting a load of laundry going.

Around three o´clock you got hungry again and decided to walk to the market around the corner to get one of your favorite sandwiches.

You walked into your bedroom to put on a pair of lose, flowy beige pants and a black tank top before putting on your shoes. You grabbed your bag and walked outside. The sun was shining brightly, only disrupted by one or the other white and fluffy cloud as you made your way to the market. It was like the busy streets of London as well as the weather congratulated you on a successful and productive day so far. Smiling and humming happily you purchased your lunch and made your way back with an additional fizzy raspberry lemonade you just couldn’t pass up.

Back in your apartment you closed your door and looked around. It was all coming together. No more boxes, the plastic plants all where you wanted them, and the handing shelf finally filled with a colorful display of your favorite books. A deep breath came forth as you enjoyed your meal and lemonade on your couch. It was still a little weird to you to be fully responsible for your own feelings and the actions you had to take to achieve them. Making yourself happy was never something you put much effort into and that had also been something you had to learn the hard way.

Now, you thought about your life and for the first time in years felt content. Like you didn’t need anybody else to feel this way. Just yourself. And with this feeling you noticed, came the confidence and willingness to let somebody else in again.

There it was again. Your inner eye producing a mess of blond hair, brown, expressive eyes and an impressive body. With all the nonphysical attributes he´d shown you so far that made him so endearing, it was hard not to notice how your body reacted whenever you thought about his broad back, his waist or his massive thighs. You didn’t want to objectify him and still, in the late hours of the night you and your mind had managed to get you off so hard, you had to use a pillow over your mouth to drown out your screams and whimpering.

A shiver ran down your spine when you thought about last night. Even though it took you about 15 minutes to calm down enough from your orgasm to catch a coherent thought, Simon still managed to invade your dreams. His raspy voice in your ear telling you to go to sleep. Telling you gently to rest and leave it to him (whatever he meant), holding you close to his chest, tangling his legs with yours and drowsily stroking your back.

Waking up without him though always put a bit of a sting to your chest. That feeling was soon replaced with an embarrassed giggle as you fell backwards into your pillows again with your palm covering your eyes.

Maybe, just maybe these dreams could become a reality. If you played your cards right.

Determined to make this date a success even though you had no idea what his plan was, you made your way into your shower. Humming along to your little radio you turned off your shower to start shaving when you stopped dead in your tracks. There he was again, and your heart swelled twice its size. He was taking a shower, singing along to some tune you´d never heard before. It was mesmerizing. Slow and deep. The wall prevented you from hearing what exactly the words were, but the melody alone was so beautiful that you didn’t care.

You´d just finished shaving and were reluctant to turn on the water again when his shot off and the singing yet again stopped. “Bloody hell” you muttered with an airy, fluttering feeling in your stomach. Pampering was the next step. You used your rich body butter and your loveliest perfume. Feeling great and refreshed you used the rest of the time to put on your fluffy bathrobe, sit on your couch and tend to your toes and feet since you decided to wear sandals.

Only five minutes left, and you just finished putting the last efforts into your hair as you heard three strong knocks on your door. Hurrying over to your door you almost tripped over your own feet. Taking a deep breath, you opened your door. Holy gosh darn fucking crap!! That was not fair. It just wasn’t.

Matching his black mask, he wore a black polo shirt that hugged him way better than the other shirts you´d seen on him. His dark washed jeans were held up by a brown leather belt with a silver buckle. You knew he was built but this? The way his biceps was stretching the material and the jeans clung to his thighs made your mouth water. He´d styled his hair only slightly but it sat still adorably tousled upon his head.

You smiled up at him and squeezed out a breathless “Hi”. Simon looked down at you with slightly bulging eyes as he took in your outfit of fitted blue jeans and a flowy, emerald-green blouse. Flitting his eyes to yours again he smiled. “Hi” he repeated in a happy tone.

You grabbed your bag and walked out, closing your door behind you and locking it. Only now did you realize that Simon was carrying a small basket. A blanket attached to it and your heart started galloping in your chest. “Did you cook for us?” you asked in an impressed tone. He shook his head slightly. “Nah, I didn’t cook. Not this time.” This time, oh God help me. “But I did assemble of sorts.”

“I see” you said happily and started leaving the building next to him. “I thought we´re doing casual” you said teasingly as you eyed him from the side. Simon snorted shortly as he raised an eyebrow and let his eyes wander down your body. It gave you a sensation unlike any other. “So did I. But I´m glad I wanted a little more than casual. Otherwise, I would have been fatally underdressed.”

A violent shiver ran down your back when you saw his eye wink at you. Your face was burning, you were sure of it.

“Where are we going?” you asked as you noticed him leading you towards nearby park. “Patience” he scolded good naturedly.

About 15 minutes later you ended up on a slight hill in the middle of a beautiful park. Simon stopped next to a tree and began rolling out the blanket. His hulking form seemed a little out of place there, trying to straighten out the blanket. You felt your features soften as he gave out a small grunt before sitting up on his knees and looked up at you. His eyes were glimmering in the gradually setting sun and he patted the blanket next to him softly.

Grinning you lowered yourself and got comfortable. From your place up on the hill you had a stunning view of the soft, carpet like plane of grass spreading out in front of you. Many other people were out and about, walking their dogs, going for a run, casually hanging out with friends. The glimmering skyline of London was seen in the background of massive oak trees at the very end of the park.

“You hungry?” Simons deep voice seeped into your ears and with an excited smile you turned your had and nodded. You observed as he opened the basket and pulled out several boxes with tuna sandwiches (no crust), deviled eggs, veggie sticks, tomatoes, a bag of tortilla chips and what looked like self-made guacamole. The last item he produced was a bottle of what looked like expensive white wine before his eyes caught yours again. Your mouth hung comically wide open as you stared at the feast in front of you.

“You´re not vegetarian, are you?” he suddenly asked and looked at the sandwiches sheepishly. You almost squeaked the way he looked so adorably worried for a second.

“Vegan, actually” you said dryly and almost doubled over laughing when he gave you a shocked look. He rolled his eyes and handed you a tuna sandwich. “Sorry” you mumbled as you took it from him. Then, something came to you. “Uhm” you said carefully as your eyes fluttered down to his mask.

His eyes crinkled again. “If you don’t mind” he said quietly and produced something else from the basket that almost made you choke on your bite of tuna. The silk scarf dangled promisingly and naughtily between his fingers.

You couldn’t really tell if it was supposed to be a joke or not. You looked around you but there were no other people on the hilltop other than you. The next group of people so far away, their heads were the size of a pinhead.

“I´m asking too much, aren’t I?” Simon said as he lowered the scarf back into the basket. “No,” you said quickly. Your voice octaves higher. Did he not realize that this scenario was the beginning of almost every woman’s wet dream? “Give me the scarf, Simon. Please.”

“You sure?” he asked you. You nodded firmly. “If you need me to wear it while we eat, I will.”

His chest seemed to inflate dramatically. “Let me” he breathed and moved his body closer to you. This is a dream; it must be! Closing your eyes, you felt your hands shaking slightly in your lap as you felt the scarf being put over your eyes.

Simon´s warm breath cascaded over your face as he carefully knotted the piece of fabric behind your head. Your pulse was hammering away when you felt his heat, smelled his wonderful musky, citrussy scent cling to the skin of his throat and face. The deep breath you took before you felt him retreat slowly was nothing you could have stopped and again your ears were blessed with an adorable ´hehe´.

“Alright?” he asked. “Yep,” you breathed. “Can´t see a damn thing.” Grinning you tried to feel for your sandwich a little clumsily.

“Hold on” you heard Simon chuckle. “Seeing as I´m taking your ability to see, I think it´s only fair if I-“ a warm hand touched yours and placed your sandwich back in it. “Help you out a little.” His voice lowered even further. Something you would have bet on wasn’t possible. “Y-You really thought this through, haven’t you?” you asked with a hitch in your voice before taking another bite to occupy your mouth.

“Well. I really didn’t want to pass up an opportunity with you” he answered truthfully. A little strangled sound escaped you seconds before a huge smile split your lips.

You sat for another moment in comfortable silence. “How´s the food?” he suddenly asked. Something was off about his voice and suddenly you realized that he had to have removed his mask. A bead of sweat ran down your back. “It´s delicious” you said as you took the last bite of your sandwich. “Did you make all of it yourself?” Simon hummed. “I did. I usually only cook for myself so I don´t get too fancy with it. But I do enjoy it.”

You carefully patted around you to get to the devilled eggs, trying to remember where Simon had put the container but all you suddenly touched was smooth jeans. “Oh, ´M sorry” you said and retracted your hand quickly. “No worries” Simon said. “What do you want?” you could hear the smile in his voice. “Deviled egg, please” you sang and held open your hand.

“Nuh-uh” Simon said and moved in front of you again. “Open up.”

Oh you´ve got to be absolutely shitting me. This cheeky bastard wasn’t really going to…

You obeyed of course, what else was there to do? You opened your mouth and a moment later your lips wrapped around the egg. You could feel Simon´s fingers holding it to your lips before he retracted them in the last second. “Oh my god” you moaned around your mouth full of egg. “Simon, these are incredible.” You heard a gurgling noise in front of you; a bottle of wine being opened shortly after so you brushed it aside.

This is how you spend the next hour. Simon occasionally feeding you with deviled eggs, chips and guacamole. Only the veggie sticks he let you eat by yourself. He handed you the bottle of wine whenever you asked for it and you really tried not to think about how as teenagers, you and your friends had argued many times about weather drinking from the same bottle was equivalent to a kiss or not.

The alcohol settled comfortably into your stomach as did his delicious food.

“Almost time” he said. “Let me get the scarf off you.” Your senses already heightened, you knew exactly where he was on the blanket, when he was in front of you and when his fingertips were about to touch you.

“Time for what?” you asked with a curious smile. You heard a chuckle before the scarf was removed and Simons face came into view. So much closer than it ever had been. He didn’t move an inch, your noses almost touching. His eyes wandering over your face slowly it was almost like you could feel their path burning on your skin. The sun had already set and a warm breeze was wafting all around you, carrying the scent of hot soil, food and the distinct scent of the city.

“You´ll see” Simon murmured into his cloth before lifting his hand and gently touched your cheek. He looked like he was in some sort of trance. His posture was relaxed, his eyes attentive and staring into your soul. It wasn’t like you were any better off. The whole situation was written straight out of a romance novel and the main characters were about to share their first kiss. Even though it was already dark, the lights of the city were still bright enough to see how his breathing becoming heavier, his chest rising and falling in deeper breaths.

A high pitched tone cut the thick air and you saw how Simon momentarily froze before both of you looked over to the skyline of London. Not a second later with a huge bang, a display of beautiful golden flecks decorated the nights sky.

You grinned ear to ear as the fireworks really started and several explosions of light colored your face in green, red and gold. “I love fireworks” you breathed and looked over to Simon with a thankful look in your eyes. He was already looking at you. He stayed seated where he was when you´d moved to see the fireworks better so he was still quite close. His arm was brushing yours when he looked down at you with a soft look in his eyes.

“I´m glad” he said almost too quietly.

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system or the fact that this man made you feel at ease, lighthearted and without a worry in the world. You couldn’t remember. You just let your head fall onto his shoulder, looking at the firework in front of you and smiling contently.

Simon´s POV

Simon didn’t dare move. The soft skin of your hand slightly brushing his was enough to make him lose his damn mind. Almost. The first firework had startled him but the way the golden light had illuminated your face and the smile you´d given him had made him forget almost everything.

The moment he saw you he knew that he wanted something special with you. You didn´t mind his mask, respected it even. That was something new he had never experienced with a civilian before. You´d managed to sneak into his life and heart so quickly and with such force it worried him a little bit. Any day now he could get called back to base again. Maybe he needed to speed it along a little?

No. Not with you. You didn’t deserve that. He´d let you know if he had to leave again and just take his chances. For the first time he wanted a kiss more than a night of passionate sex to get the edge off. He could take his own edge off, god knows he had to do it in the barracks often enough.

Your whole being however made him yearn for something that went deeper than that. A hug would be worth more than undressing, a kiss worth more than foreplay.

He took a deep breath without moving his shoulder too much, just letting himself fall into the moment. Watching fireworks, having your head lean on him, his fingers playfully chasing yours.

___ POV

By the end of the fireworks you felt like you were floating. Simons fingers were tangles with yours by this point and it felt so delicate and new, you felt like a teenager again. Your heart was doing summersaults in your chest. Thinking about this evening would end eventually made your heart sink.

The last colorful explosion brightened up the sky and you let out a deep sigh. “That was beautiful” you whispered. “Thank you.”

“You´re very welcome” Simon rumbled, locking his picky with yours. You were glad at this point that your position hid your huge grin. Now that the fireworks were over, the alcohol, food and late hour caught up with you. The small yawn you tried to stifle wasn’t lost on him however and he sighed contently. “Come on. I´ll bring you home.”

He stood up and held out his hand which you took immediately. As if you weight nothing he pulled you upright holding your gaze and your hand for several moments longer.

You helped him gather everything before you made your way back to your apartment complex. He didn’t try to take your hand again which made you wonder a little bit. The both of you talked about anything and everything until you were standing in front of your door.

“That was a lot of fun” you said as you turned to him and smiled. You saw how his cheeks lifted again as he nodded. “It was. I´m glad you liked the fireworks.”

“I did” you said. “How did you know there were going to be fireworks tonight?” Simon shrugged comically. “That´s my little secret.”

You giggled. The awkward silence you were afraid was going to come at any second now, did not come. Simon yet again proved that he was a man of action and the direct approach.

“I´d really like to do that again.”

You nodded immediately, feeling heat creeping up your neck. “Yeah, me too.”

“Great” he said happily before stepping closer. He took hold of your hand and lifted it to his face. Without breaking eye contact he waited for the fraction of a second for your reaction. When he saw your almost pleading eyes his clothed mouth came down on the back of your hand, kissing it.

Your knees got week and yet again grew heavy with longing. The breath was propelled from your lungs by the way he did it so gently and sincere.

The soft material of his mask was slightly damp from his breath but you couldn’t care less. He was kissing your skin. His mouth was on you. Cloth or no cloth it made you vision blurr.

Simon let go of your hand after what felt like an eternity.

“Sleep well, darlin´” he muttered almost carefully as if the pet name could somehow be a deal breaker for you.

It wasn’t. On the contrary. You felt like your legs were about to give out.

“You too, Simon” you smiled at him dreamily. Reluctantly you turned around and fumbled for your keys. You opened your door and took another peek to your right in his direction.

He´d done the same thing. Pushing his door open he gave you that juvenile little wave again before disappearing from your sight. Sighing deeply as soon as your door closed behind you, this time you didn’t make it to the couch. Your knees gave out then and there and with the silliest of smiles you glided down your door. Your trusty little toy would have to work overtime until the next time you´d be able to drown in those hazel depths again.

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maxwellatoms · 7 months

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Hi, big fan of your work! i'm in film school now and I'm interested in going into animation. Billy & Mandy is one of the inspirations for a project I'm working on and I have a question about character design.

When designing characters for a project, what should i look out for to make their designs "coherent" (not sure if that's the right word) with each other? I mean, making them distinct but still looking like part of the same show. Specially in a non-realistic style like B&M, PPG, etc.

The right answer is probably just "practice". Keep drawing different versions of the same character until you find one you like, then fill out the cast.

I usually redraw a character tens or hundreds of times before I'm satisfied with my choice. And then they'll tend to evolve even more as you draw them hundreds more times. They'll probably never be "perfect".

For Billy & Mandy, I decided that Grim was taller than a normal adult. Kids were about 1 and 1/2 heads high. My plan was to make them almost "icons" instead of characters. Just two or three simple shapes apiece. Billy is basically two eggs on a trapezoid, and Mandy is an oval (and a negative oval) on a trapezoid.

Billy was the first one I locked down. After that, I'd lay a piece of paper over top on my light desk (analog Photoshop layers!) and use Billy as a height and size reference. That way Mandy isn't drifting taller or shorter while I'm messing around.

You could also PPG it and draw one character, then accessorize them differently. It might be a fun starting point, anyway.

Basically, anything you draw will probably look like it's drawn by you. For the most part, I think it'll happen organically.

Best of luck!

#character design

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birdstudies · 2 months

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January 27, 2024 - Jamaican Blackbird (Nesopsar nigerrimus) Found only in Jamaica, these blackbirds live in wet mountain forests. They mostly eat insects and other invertebrates, as well as small frogs and lizards and some berries, often foraging in bromeliads and moss while climbing up tree trunks and branches. Breeding between May and July, females build bulky cup-shaped nests from orchids and rootlets on trees, often under bromeliads. They lay clutches of two eggs and incubate them alone, though both parents feed the chicks and protect the nests. Classified as Endangered by the IUCN, their population is declining due to habitat loss in their small and fragmented range, especially from bauxite mining, agriculture, and the charcoal industry. This bird is part of my yearly tradition of drawing closely related blackbird species on the anniversary of my first bird. Here are the others, if you’d like to see the whole group: Male Brewer’s Blackbird, Female Brewer’s Blackbird, Male Rusty Blackbird, Female Rusty Blackbird, Scrub Blackbird, Melodious Blackbird, Cuban Blackbird, Austral Blackbird, Bolivian Blackbird, Chopi Blackbird

#jamaican blackbird #blackbird #nesopsar nigerrimus #bird #birds #illustration #art #tropical #birblr art

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gemapples · 4 months

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im so sorry it took me so long to answer these oml but YES i'd be happy to show how i draw and color :)

— SKETCHING

please note that i almost always sketch traditionally first lol it's just a lot easier for me to determine how the drawing is placed that way, but i always go over and re-sketch it digitally

for magolor i always start with a basic egg shape (lmao) and then i add his ears. then I draw the scarf; it's easy to determine the shape and dynamicism based on where the bottoms of the ears are located

then i usually add the cape and hood together. where and how these are placed and what these look like in general are very important because they're the main area that perspective is directed to (the ears and everything else is important too ofc!! but the hood and cape usually help demonstrate where he is looking and how he is moving the most). then i add everything else, usually his hands last!

— LINEART

ohhhhhh god my worst enemy. Hope youre sitting down because this will be embarrassing LMAO

lineart is easily what i struggle with most and is more often than not the most time consuming and grating step for me. If i had a choice i would drop it in a heartbeat, but my style is so dependent on thick lines and shapes that it's difficult to 😭 a hole i dug myself into unfortunately ITS FINE THOUGH. ANYWAYS I'm getting sidetracked

i use my finger to draw all my digital art, which means i usually have to use a Heavy stabilizer to avoid shakiness and staggered lines. Unfortunately ibis paint's stabilizer is actually dog water and doesn't even stabilize more than half the time (in which case i have to repeat lines over. And over. And over again until i get it right) but when it does like me and works properly it's very helpful!

i always use the soft school pen bleed brush as my main tool for lineart. This brush has been my best friend for everything, i even use it for sketching idk it just really like the way it looks lol. sometimes i change the aspect if i want the lines to look more ,, chalky?? or smoother depending on the work

i don't really use this tool much but for this specific piece, force fade was my partner in crime

also i think i need to mention that i use so many layers for this. So many layers lol like to the point it's embarrassing. and at the end i merge most of them (except for the gear patterns, rings on his ear, and eyes + hands, which usually need to be by themselves as they're colored separately) Thank you for layers

and i end up with this!

— COLORING && SHADING

yippee yahoo the fun part !!! the part that i love the most

at this point, if i havent already, i always create a folder for convenience in organization because this is the part that i stress the most about what details are on which layers lmao

then i add ANOTHER layer below that for the color, then i put every single color used on their own separate layer!

now, for shading, if im working on larger pieces with more complex shading, i'll usually plan it all out. normally when just drawing magolor, i don't really need to do this anymore because i'm so used to it lol, but for funsies i did it here anyways

then i use the bucket tool to fill them all in

i usually have a set color palette for all the characters i draw (though the way i shade white differs. A lot between my work as you can probably tell fhdfgf). For every color, i have two specific tones that are associated with the shading. for example, indigo + violet are shaded with my blue, pink + light orange (or lighter pink depending on my mood lol) are shaded with yellow, etc.

so, i shade the other areas with the 2nd shading color

a big tip i can give for coloring is to look at a color wheel when you draw. i know that sounds like. Such basic advice LMAO but that seriously was a huge help for me when developing my shading and something i learned while studying — if you notice, in all of the shading in my work, all of the colors used are analogous on the color wheel. note that not ALL combinations will work together like others obv !! but it's a huge step in knowing where to go with it

then i add other extra details like extra lighting, halftones (if i feel like it // if it fits the work), glow to his eyes, and color the lines and ta-da!

another tool i use a lot especially with my more recent art are blending modes, especially multiply. i use a clipping layer to add a dark color (usually a dark blue or purple) and set it to multiply, then erase the areas that emit light

and this is the end result! this is a very very basic demonstration of it fhdjg i was a pretty messy with the lighting and erasing in this example but you get the general idea right

and that's how i draw :) i hope this was helpful, and thanks for asking and being so patient with the response!

#ask #magolor #kirby #macdraws #ive wanted to make a tutorial for So long and finally found a bit of time to do it lmao

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fanaticsnail · 5 months

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Three, Two, One: Part 2 of 3

Okay! This is ANGST. As soon as I saw the initial concept suggested by @terarria-sunflower I thought it was the most beautiful, playful, wonderful thing - and honestly, who wouldn't want to give the blonde chef a wee little smooch? HOWEVER, as soon as I wrote the first part, my mind immediately went to how that would look over time.

Word Count: 2,523

Warnings: Nicotine withdrawal, reassurance, angst, romance, sorrow.

Part 1 here, Masterlist here, Prompt here. "I Found" as the song accompaniment.

Over the next few days, the amount of public affection above decks between the two of you were demonstrated freely and recklessly. The egg-shaped timer was becoming a trigger for the rest of the crew to groan in disapproval, secretly relishing in the fact that Sanji no longer tainted the vessel with the thick smell of tobacco infused cigarette smoke clinging stalely to every crook and crevasse; while absolutely disgusted by the amount of overzealous intimacy was engaged between you.

Things were admittedly beginning to get out of hand. Hands, specifically Sanji’s, shamelessly roaming your body; pulling down the shoulder straps of your blouses to press feverish and hungry kisses against your collarbone and neck. Hands that grasped your waist and raked slowly and deliberately over your back and down towards your ass. Hands that began to toy at the hems of your skirts and pants to bring more flesh of your hips into light and expose your stomach for him to draw his fingertips towards more of your body; all to halt at the vibration and movement of the egg-shaped timer.

Groans and whimpers of dissatisfaction would flee from his lips as his time was complete with ravishing your body with his lips and tongue. His eyes were always completely blown with lust for more, but always staying true to the conditions you laid for engaging in intimacy. He would always halt his movements, raising his hands defensively while scrunching his eyes shut tightly as you let out a playful giggle at his actions. He couldn’t get enough of you, and you felt completely the same.

Nami was the first to suggest the two of you either save it for the kitchen, or join together in one another’s cabins to save the image of the two of you working to bring Sanji’s regular hit of endorphins and adrenaline from branding its image within the minds of the full crew. This led to Sanji, instead of presenting you with the egg timer and bouncing on the balls of his feet with giddy anticipation, to clasp his fingers around your wrist as he guided you to the nearest private area to engage in osculating with his lips firmly attached to you.

As his routine was meticulously catalogued within your journal, you did not live in fear of a pounce from the blonde chef out of the regular cycle of him asking for his hit at all hours. You noticed his movements were beginning to get hungrier and more desperate for the release of endorphins; his hands and body quivering lightly in anticipation and remaining that way after the duration was complete.

On the fourth day of you engaging in this game together; you noticed his body begin to shake more feverishly, his attitude no longer carefree but eclipsed by anxiety and restlessness. That was the first time you saw him unconsciously reach for his tobacco pouch and began to roll a cigarette out of his regular routine, halting as soon as his eyes fell over your body.

As soon as he found his fingertips grazing the pouch, he rose to his feet and set to briskly stride over towards you as you faced away from him. He snaked his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder from behind; you raising your arms instinctively and stiffening under the shock of the firm embrace.

“Are you okay, Sanji?” you asked him quietly, prompting him to hold you further into himself and for you to tangibly feel how anxious his body was becoming.

The Going Merry had just successfully docked against the peer of a town to resupply a variety of items, including groceries on the vast list. Upon feeling how tightly Sanji clung to you and a small whimper falling from his lips; you immediately sought out the gaze of the navigator of your group.

“Nami,” you called to her, “we’re going to hang back here for a bit. Would you mind seeing to the groceries? I’ve written down the different items, please,” your eyes became wide and panicked, “I think we need a bit of time to ourselves here.”

Nami walked her way over to you, glancing towards the hidden face of the blonde chef and then falling her eyes back to you; an outstretched hand and a similar panicked expression falling over appearance.

“Withdrawals,” you mouthed to her, no audible vocalisation fleeing from your lips to alert the carefree Straw-Hat pirates about the chef’s current predicament.

“I think I can manage to convince Luffy to keep us docked for a few more days,” Nami uttered lowly, “could see about getting a suite at an inn.”

You nodded in affirmation of the thought and gestured down to the satchel with your logbook and coin purse attached to it, reaching to unclasp it from your shoulder. You realised that Sanji’s grip was too strong on your shoulder to remove the bag from your body completely.

“Sweetheart,” you turned your face towards him, keeping your tone as low and calm as you could, “if you could relinquish your hold for just a moment?”

Sanji’s hands shakily removed themselves from your waist, but remained his forehead attached to your shoulder. You quickly removed your satchel and held it out for Nami to take from your outstretched hand.

“Expense is a non-issue for groceries or board,” you nodded to her, “if you could do your best with as much of my berry as you need, we would really appreciate it.”

“I’ll do what I can,” Nami nodded, glancing over to Sanji as his teeth began to chatter together with concern before hardening her resolve.

Sanji again laced his arms around your waist, his hands spread with his fingers clutching to your skin as if you would disappear in a gust of wind to fall your body away from him. You brought your hands to rest atop his forearms, soothing over the bare skin that began to glisten with a cold sweat.

“Sanji,” you whispered to him, prompting a small whisp of a whimper to escape from his lips in response, “honey, can you get to the ship’s bathing quarters? We need to set to regulating your temperature.”

He stifled in a gasp at the suggestion, before you felt him nod into your shoulder; his warm breath tickling at your neck.

You took him by the hands and began to lead him below the deck towards the bathing quarters. As soon as you shut the door behind you, you immediately fled to the bath and began drawing the last reserves of fresh water currently available to fill the isolated porcelain tub for the blonde chef.

Sanji leant is back against the wood of the wall, hands shaking as his eyes closed tightly shut to fight the fever overtaking him.

“Sanji, sweetheart,” you cooed at him, prompting his eyes to meet with yours immediately, “I’ve drawn you a bath. Would you like me to leave while I-.”

“I-I didn’t think it’d be-,” he gasped out, his forearms being clutched within his hands, “-I can’t-,” His words halted within his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut again and found the words forming behind his lips, “-I need help.”

“I know,” you soothed him with your voice, reaching your arms out towards him in comfort, “I’m here to help you.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, reaching his arms towards you as you began aiding him in removing his clothes to prepare himself. You unclasped the buttons on his wrists, followed by loosening his black necktie and unbuttoning his shirt down to its place on his stomach. You reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it; the metallic hilt falling away from the leather strap with ease. You halted your next step, removing yourself from his body completely and stepping away.

“Sanji, I’m going to turn around now, okay?” you informed him; “you’re going to finish getting yourself undressed and hop into the water-.”

“-Please don’t leave,” his voice hoarsely commanded you, the last syllable halted by a small desperate sob, “please don’t leave me alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you informed him soothingly, continuing to hold your gaze firmly on the wall in front of you, “and as much as I want to see you undressed, I refuse to do so in your current state; completely vulnerable and suffering with this,” you narrowed your eyes at the wall, “I’ll stay with you, and once you’re in the waters and covered by the cloudy liquid I’ve made with aromatics, I’ll turn back around and help you.”

Sanji released a breathy and shaken sigh through his lips before again uttering, “thank you,” in a small hushed whisper. You heard his clothes pool at the floor, his steps harsh against the bathroom floor as he began his decent into the water with an ungraceful thud; water splashing up the sides of the rim and fall onto the floor.

“I’m going to turn back around, alright?” you declared, but remained stationary until you heard him confirm he was ready to receive your help.

“Okay,” he sighed. You turned your body around to view him. His brows were furrowed, his teeth were chattering and his head was the only visible item above the shroud of the herbal waters eclipsing him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you sighed in response, your brows downturned as you witnessed his distress, “I’m so sorry. I never meant for it to turn out this way-.”

“-I don’t blame you,” he snapped through clenched teeth, gritting them for every syllable, “this is my fault. It shouldn’t have gotten this out of hand.”

You instinctively reached your hand out for him, halting your action to not offer unwarranted touch in his state of complete vulnerability. You sighed and turned back around, sinking to sit on the floor with your back placed up against the wall of the raised porcelain tub. You drew your knees up towards your body and placed your elbows atop them, bending your right arm back to bring your chin to your wrist as you laced your left hand into your hair.

“I-,” you began, halting your words as a small pause fell over your chest, “-I am so sorry, Sanji.” Your eyes began to pool with a small glisten of tears as empathy struck you like an arrow to the heart at your crewman’s suffering.

“I didn’t think it was going to be like this,” you uttered quickly, a hiccup gathering at the intensity of your words, “I only ever wanted to just be playful with you. Just a game, I didn’t think you’d suffer like this-.”

“-Just a game?” he sighed out in a small whisper, one you nearly missed falling from his lips. His teeth chattered as his eyes snapped open; anxiety and desperation falling from his tone as he rose his torso up out of the water.

You released your hair from within your grasp and turned in your seated position to look up at him, flittering your gaze between his eyes.

“Is that all this is?” he asked you, his voice elevating and booming over you, “is that all I am to you? Something only here to entertain you?”

Your jaw began to quiver at the thought, your eyes widening in shock and sorrow, “Sanji, I-.”

“-I’m sorry,” he cut you off, his eyes attempting to soften while remaining in his manic state, “I-I think it’s just the nicotine leaving my system. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you. I didn’t think before-.”

“-Sanji, I love you,” you proclaimed, cutting his sentence short and rising to kneel beside the tub to bring your torso to rest flush against the porcelain, “I just want you to know that.”

You held the wall of the bathtub, feeling the warm steam rising from the hot water while the sides top frame remained cool to the touch. Sanji’s eyes widened in shock, floating his gaze between your two orbs as you brought yourself up towards him.

“I loved you from the moment I first flustered you. Your smile, Sanji,” you giggled forlornly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth before promptly releasing it, “from the first pink blush I saw rise to your cheeks, I loved you.”

His lips parted as his jaw fell slack, his eyes beginning to glaze over with the mist of emotion falling to them. He urged his body closer to yours and falling his hands to rest beside your own at the edge of the bathtub.

“Why would I want to start this little game with anyone else?” you questioned him, arching your brow playfully with a small teeter of a bittersweet giggle followed by a small sniffle. Sanji placed his right hand over your left, warm from the bath as the water began to drip and fall down your forearm.

“You were never just a game to me, Sanji,” you nodded, falling your face away to gaze down at the checkered blue and white linoleum tiled floor, “it may have started that way, but I admit that I care so deeply for you-.”

“-I love you,” he confessed, reaching his left hand towards your chin to rise your eyes back to gaze at him, “I just want you to know that.”

You looked between his eyes and triangulated back to rest on his lips before returning your gaze back upwards to him. Hearing your words echoed back to you, falling from the lips of the man you adored was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, your heart immediately swooning at his words.

His expression was full of adoration, but remaining manic and anxious behind his eyes. His brow was littered with sweat from the heat of the bathwater, and also the release of the chemicals falling from his body.

“Let me help you overcome this, Sanji,” you whispered, “let me take care of you and once you’re well again, I’ll show you how much I truly, deeply, love you.”

A small whimper fell from his lips as he relinquished his hold on your chin with a nod, turning back to fall back within the waters and resubmerge his torso.

“Once I get through this,” he chuckled darkly, shutting his eyes and sighing as the bath aided him in regulating his temperature, “I’m going to destroy that bloody egg-timer.”

“Oh?” you asked him with a smile, quirking your brows up in question, “and why would you do a thing like that?”

“So when I take you into my arms to completely ravish you, worship you with my body,” he looked at you through the corner of his eyes, “I get to determine exactly how long I need to feel you against me.”

The fire within your chest began to rise upwards to blood your cheeks with its warm tint, a pit beginning to form in your lower abdomen; fluttering in anticipation and pool with desire at his suggestive expression.

“For now,” he shut his eyes with a small playful smirk, “you can set the timer and count down until that moment. Give us something to both look forward to, hm?"

Part 3 (smut)

#one piece #opla #opla fic #x reader #one piece live action #sanji #sanji x reader #sanji fic #one piece sanji #black leg sanji

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iztea · 4 months

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How do you get the ideas for your backgrounds?

mmm ideas.... sometimes i draw the background directly from a photo reference (the happy case) so there's not a lot for me to change and i can have a rather peaceful painting process

othertimes, the BG is tied to the subject/concept/scene I'm thinking of, so it only makes sense that i have that as the background

for example, for this fem skk art, i knew i wanted to have chuu kneeling in a crater after destroying a city so drawing that background was just a logical follow-up because i already had the entire idea in mind

Here, I wanted to have Akiangel sit on a building, watching over the city. The ominous sign with "the day of salvation" and crow came later after I found this picture on Pinterest, so they helped further develop the concept, but the main idea was there and so on

The third background option happens when my painting doesn't depict a certain irl scene or landscape, nor do i have any particular references i can use. In that situation, I first and foremost think about the general composition, the shapes, how they flow with each other, how I can tie them to my main theme and what sort of symbolism or little easter eggs i can throw in there just to keep it fresh and interesting for the viewer ( aka the person reading this aha ;;) :-* )

For this piece, i started with a big circle for the background, and then I started breaking it up in pleasing, cloud-like shapes and swirls that constantly keep your eye moving around the picture (i mean hopefully lol). The composition was inspired by a) Dazai's Mayoi card ofc, that trad Eastern illustration style with the circle and then branches of trees, and also .. kazuha's splash art ok i admit it bshsj

for this one, the roses came much, much later. Again, I added that sort of golden arcade to better frame the focal point or the main subject of the scene which was ofc her face and/or outfit. Then, since it still felt rather empty, awkward, and directionless, I tried finding a pleasing, spiral line that would compliment the already existing shapes and that would, again, move your eye all around the composition. I figured since her outfit already had those small roses stuffed in her belt, those curvy lines could become some bloody, spikey roses and boom! here are the theme and elements for you: blacks-roses-blood-deadly-sharp-gold etc. I then had her crush some of those roses in her right (ik it's the left hand shut up) hand to balance out the busier left side

and a last example, sometimes I draw multiple character poses in one piece and they sort of become my background. Yet I still have some blank spaces left so i gotta figure out a way to fill them out. Here, since the pose where he's all curled up was inspired by the TDIPUD light novel, i drew him as a "corpse" in a pool of blood, and contrasted it with some nice flowery-ish patterns and swirls that sort of come from within that bloody mess ( someone also mentioned it looks like a womb which I found very interesting as well ). The cats also helped fill out the space. On the left side, i added that swirly black sun that drips into three squares that gradually fill up with straight blackness and raindrops falling below inspired by the "a conviction that the sun will never rise again" line. I don't think I should go into detail with the symbolism cause it's pretty obvious and not that deep so i won't but yeah, and that's my BG all filled up!

I do this with most of my BGs, it's mostly just abstract shapes; I'm very fixated on making the overall composition look okay and for the piece to send a message ( most of the time ), so i don't think of backgrounds as a separate entity, they are part of an already existing idea, generally speaking.

This kinda turned into a composition discussion midway......... sorry about that....... To be completely honest with you, I have plenty of BG ideas, they kinda just spawn in my brain so i'm not exactly lacking in that department. Having to draw them and finding refs is the hard part for me

#long post #what's new #i genuinely enjoy talking about this so thanks for the question #i hope it helped?#bottom line is - direct refs - already existing ideas - abstract shapes and symbols that work well together #ask iztea #this is nothing new under the sun im aware it's just what i do

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bee-can-art · 9 months

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It's taken me two weeks but I finally finished all of my qsmp egg human designs!!!

I have a lot to say about the design choices I made, so I'll put those under the read more if you want to hear my headcanons!!

• Click for better quality (17/07/2023)

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Some general headcanons:

• In order of shortest to tallest it goes: Bobby, Richalyson, Gegg, Tallulah, Tilín, Trump, JuanaFlippa, Pomme, Chayanne, Leonarda, Ramón, and Dapper.

• All of the eggs when found were wearing the same white vest/t-shirt and black shorts combination; along with their unique accessories. Any clothes that they're currently wearing, were gifted to them by the player characters.

• All of the eggs are the same age, and are all related (pretty sure that's canon tho).

• The eggs take on physical features from their parents, as an survival instinct. This includes basics such as hair and eye colour. But also includes things such as height and hair type.

• Eggs who's parents are avian/have bird-like features (such as wings), will adapt to have the same wing type as them. This also applies to other eggs, who are taken care of by avian players (see: Tallulah has dragon wings, but is growing black and golden feathers on them).

• The lower half of the eggs are dragon-esque; with scaley legs and clawed feet. The colour of their scales and number of toes that they posses are fixed and cannot be changed. Their ears and horn are a unique shape and colour, depending on the egg. The horns will continue to grow into adulthood.

They also have more naturally sharpened nails (like claws (but not sharp enough to hurt)).

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Tallulah

• Wears one of Wilbur's yellow sweaters, the sleeves often hanging over her hands. The red dress she wears is actually meant to be a pinafor, which is a staple part of a primary school uniform, here in the UK. They're most commonly grey, which I originally coloured it but it didn't look right, so I changed it.

• Has a freckle under her right eye (to her) that matches Wilbur, but also has a reverse freckle pattern of Quackity (I'm a tntduo-er (sue me)).

• Due to being cared for by Phil, she has begun growing small, black feathers on her wings. She also has a few golden ones, which started appering whilst trying to get Quackity to confess to Wilbur.

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Chayanne

• Takes after Phil the most, due to Missa's absence. This includes his wings becoming feathered crow ones, growing feathers on his face and tail, and has a hair and an eye colour to match Phil's. He also has a matching mole.

• Sometimes wears a helmet made from a large eggshell, painted to look like a skull (a nod to Missa and the fact that the eggs are... well, eggs). The skull on his t-shirt is also a nod to Missa (but he defo got it from Phil).

• His duck floaty has been replaced by a yellow hoodie, tied around his waist.

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Tilín

• Remember how I said that the clothes they wear were given to them by their parents? I like the idea (and think it's very in-character for him) that Quackity basically said, "I don't have any clothes for you, so just wear this until I find some", giving Tilín one of his jackets, and then they Tilín passed away before he could get him something else.

• He and Tallulah are the same height (again, I'm a tntduo-er (yes I am aware that Tilín's other parent has been confirmed to be Luzu, but this is my post so SHUSH). Also, similar to Tallulah, they have the same freckle pattern as Quackity, and an opposite placed freckle (under their left eye) to Wilbur.

• Has golden wings and feathers on face. Doesn't has a tail, due to low placement of their wings.

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JunaFlippa

• Wears one of Slime's white t-shirts with the three red hearts. Also owns a pair of Mariana's red gloves (not included in the drawing).

• Her wings have small holes in them, due to going to hell and coming back again.

• Gun.

• Her hair colour is closest to Slimecicle's, but it's unknown why her eyes are green (not brown like Mariana or blue like Slime).

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Bobby

• The smallest of all the eggs.

• From Jaiden he has her wings, bang and hair sprout pattern and colour. From Roier he has his multiple eyes (bc spider), eye colour, and wears one of his bandanas like him.

(I forgot to include the paint stains on his clothes, but he has those too).

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Leonarda

• Has small, rainbow mushrooms growing from their horns.

• From Foolish she has wings of gold (yes, you heard me. Leo's wings aren't like Tilín's with golden feathers, but are literally made from gold (yes she can still fly with them)). From Vegetta they have his hair and eye colour.

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Trump

• Was given one of Dan's turtlenecks and jackets, which were never replaced because, 1) Dan went "missing", 2) he [Trump] died before getting anything else.

(On another note, it was so wild for me to draw that jacket. I used to be a HUGE DanTDM fan, and the last time I drew fanart relating to him was in 2016/17)).

• Took after Maxo in hair and eye colour.

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Dapper

• The tallest egg (bc qBBH is one tall motherfucker). • Obviously, all of his features come from BBH, including the shape of his horns and the shape of his tail.

(if you were to put Dapper and BBH next to each other, Dapper would literally just look like a tiny BBH).

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Pomme

• Her beret isn't all black like her egg model, but looks like a red apple.

• Has split-coloured scales (one side blue, the other red) to match the placement of the markings on her egg model.

• Has golden duck wings to match Baghera. I went back and forth on whether to give her those or the butterfly wings she wears in-game. But I like the idea that those are more simialr to those fancy-dress type ones you can buy.

• The bottom of her dress has an apple stiched onto it.

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Ramón

• Second tallest egg.

• Yes he has hair under the hat (I haven't made him bald, don't worry). The hat itself is a nod to Spreen, who is his other parent but hasn't logged on in a while. His general outfit is also mean to have belonged to Spreen, as his Minecraft skin is just a bear in Steve's clothes.

I changed the pants, and added a white shirt and monocle because I like the idea that he's a bit of a fancy boy.

• The moustache on his egg model is represented in his hair, which you can see sticking out from under the hat (bc, like Chayanne, I had no idea how to get it to work in a logical sense).

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Richarlyson

• The second shortest egg.

• I'll be completely honest, I have no idea where the prosthetic leg headcanon came from for him, but I liked it so I included it. The leg I gave him is a running blade, as he is a fairly active kid.

• His hair covers his eyes, but underneath they are brown.

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Gegg

(Yes I'm including Gegg, shush)

• His whole body is green goop. This is how qSlime would also look, but it's easier for him to have his skin appear human, when at his "correct" size. When he [Slime] becomes over emotional/damged, his skin becomes more slime like.

Gegg is qSlime's way of coping with both his own daughter's loss and also his own self image. Because of this, he is always in a state of hurt, and this is refelected in Gegg's physical appearance.

• Has sticks sticking out of him, as well as visible bones, rocks, and other debris within his body. They get stuck in his him, in moments where he has a hard time controling the stickiness/consistency of his body.

• Doesn't have horns, wings, or a tail like the other eggs. Instead, he wears a pair of green, fancy-dress, dragon wings. It's obvious to other players/eggs- because they're on the outside of his clothes- but no points it out.

• Jorts.

• His t-shirt says "gegg" upside down, because he wrote it on himself, whilst wearing the shirt.

• No nose. His eyes also hover inconsistently over where his hair should cover them. His glasses are also just qSlime's.

• Gegg for president.

Here's the full lineup, for anyone who read alllll of that :D

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themisimagines · 9 months

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i could sleep inside the cold of you

inspired by: the 'aimed at your heart' vyn ssr card content: heavily draws upon catherynne m. valente's deathless, 2.5k of seduction & smut so buckle up characters: vyn, fem!reader optional background music: house of cards by bts; take me to church by hozier; religion by lana del rey; the anna karenina (2012) soundtrack

“A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between married people is incomprehensible to outsiders. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying, but what we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.” - Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

The long table is laid with a feast fit for a king. Platters heaped high with glistening honeyed confits, crisp crackling meat, steaming vegetables delicately braised, deep tureens of stew rich in marrow, an excess of riches, accompanied by what you believe are entire truffles, a sharp knife laid beside them for you to shave your desired portion onto your meal, black salt glistening darkly under the chandelier, in addition to a dish of black sturgeon eggs, like so many pearls gathered in a heap for your amusement.

Entering the dining room on Vyn’s arm, you are shocked by the abundance, the sheer extravagance of it all. You are dressed in a floor length black gown painstakingly embroidered with gold thread, produced seemingly out of thin air by one of the maids, saying that Vyn has requested that you wear it this evening. The material is silky against your skin, making you shiver with every move. The emerald bracelet Vyn won at the Umir Festival is the perfect accompaniment. Vyn, is of course, impeccable in his smoking jacket and tailored trousers.

‘Are we expecting guests?’ You ask Vyn incredulously, staring at the food. ‘Surely Mr. Wechsler was confused.’

‘Not at all. But I believe I once made you a promise that you would never go hungry.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Vyn, we’ll hardly be able to finish this on our own.’

‘My beloved, whatever we cannot finish, I promise that I will allow you to take down to the soup kitchen to feed the hungry populace. Such a role is fitting for the lady of this house, after all.’

‘I’m hardly the lady of the house yet,’ you mutter, flushing red at the implication.

‘Before you launch into another complaint about how you don’t deserve such wonderful treatment, may I propose something, my lady?’ Vyn stops at the door and looks quite seriously down at you from the gold rims of his glasses. You turn your face upwards, marvelling in how beautifully his silver hair frames his face, the way his gaze seems to strip you completely bare.

‘I’ll allow it,’ you say. ‘What do you propose?’

‘Do you trust me?’ Vyn asks.

Your mind flashes back to earlier in the day, during the hunt. Your bodies pressed up against each other, drawing the bow and nocking the arrow. His quiet instructions in your ear, your breath, held for so long you almost grew dizzy, and then, the blur of victory after, shattering the intimate moment.

‘Yes,’ you say at length. ‘I do trust you.’

‘Then I propose that we play a little game. There is no need for you to speak tonight. Whatever you eat will be fed from my hand. Give yourself to me completely, and trust me to take care of you. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, you can say our safe word.’

You stare into his eyes, and he stares back, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. You nod once, slowly. An assent to his conditions. The game has begun.

‘Excellent. Your decisiveness is one of the things I most admire about you. And just once, could you say our safe word, before we embark on this little journey together?’

‘Pomegranate,’ you say, lips parting to let it slide out in a whisper.

‘Very good, my beloved.’ Vyn guides you to where the food awaits, seating you on his right hand side, while he takes the seat at the head of the table. ‘I remember peeking at the suppers my grandmother used to host here. My grandfather would sit at the head of the table, here, while my grandmother sat all the way down there, at the end of the table, both of them as far apart from each other as they could get. The length of the table being a gesture of power, to be sure, but hardly conducive for marital harmony. I believe they even ate like that when they didn’t have guests, or took meals apart. So much nicer to sit together like this, no?’

You almost open your mouth to say something or ask a question, but Vyn silences you with a finger on your lips.

‘I would not be asking you to do this if it was easy, my love, I know it is difficult for you. But we are nurturing this fledgling trust you have placed in me, and the game has just started.’

You watch Vyn’s slow, careful movements as he tears a hunk of golden bread and dips it in olive oil and black salt, the crumb flecked with herbs. He feeds you the morsel gently, telling you about the special wheat used in making the bread and the fields in Svart where it grows. You listen with rapt attention as his voice carries on, moving from dish to dish. As he promises, he feeds you every first bite with his own fingers, their tips gently grazing against the corners of your mouth, leaving your skin tingling and yearning for more.

Your mouth is filled with rich flavours of cream and wild fowl, preserves and pickles, salt and fat, acid and heat. Vyn keeps up the one-sided conversation, reading your mind to say your answers for you, his low tones sending a shiver up your spine. The wine makes your head light and airy. As the meal comes to a close, Vyn feeds you a last mouthful of dessert, his long index finger swiping away a trail of honey from the corner of your mouth. A burst of words comes from you as you impulsively grab his wrist and then place a kiss directly in the palm that has been feeding you all evening.

‘I love you, Vyn,’ you barely whisper, voice hoarse.

Vyn extracts his hand and gives a loud sigh, standing up from the table. ‘You were doing so well, my darling. Like Orpheus, who turned back just at the very last minute and lost Eurydice, so have you lost our little game.’

His eyes are dark, but with a distinct sense of amusement and mischief behind them. ‘Had you won, your prize would have been a fairytale ending, where I swept you off your feet and carried you to the fireplace in the hall, where a magical bower of furs and pillows have been prepared, and you would have sweet love made to you all night—’

‘I don’t care about fairytale endings,’ you interrupt Vyn, standing and moving toward him, a defiance in your tone calculated to push him off the edge, to turn his beautifully crafted game on its head.

Vyn growls and then pounces on you, lips seeking yours harshly, in an attempt to punish you. You kiss him back just as fiercely, biting his lip and drawing blood, smearing it over both your bottom lips, the taste of iron and salt with the sweet still lingering on your tongues. He pushes you both back onto the table, until your legs are wrapped against it and your spine is bent backwards, dress sliding upwards until your thighs are visible.

When he pulls away, it is to admire how rumpled he has left you, how wanting. Your hair is loosened from its carefully piled topknot, lying curled and ragged around your face, which still bears a slight trace of his blood. Your chest, heaving, the tops of your breasts exposed. Legs slightly spread to accommodate his waist, his face looming over yours as if he is about to devour you.

‘Since you seem to be evading my best attempts at seduction, I cannot promise I will be gentle,’ he warns with a smirk.

‘Maybe that was my intention all along,’ you make an effort to retort, although you are aware of how vulnerable a position you are in.

Vyn pushes the dishes off the table, everything landing in a loud clatter on the floor.

‘Vyn!’ You exclaim, turning to look at the food, but he lifts you up onto the table, then pushes your dress upwards around your hips, ripping aside your flimsy underwear. You are about to say something in protest, but then his mouth is on you, trailing heated kisses along your inner thighs, hot breath making you squirm even as he keeps a vice-like grip on your hips. When he licks a hot, wet stripe up the length of your cunt, you cry out in pleasure, spine curving upwards to get more of it.

‘Hm, you seem to be enjoying yourself,’ Vyn pauses to comment. ‘Should I continue?’

‘I will never forgive you if you stop now,’ you pant, and then reach down to encourage his head back between your legs.

He laughs, then applies himself fully to the task, tongue endlessly swirling, and then thrusting inside, all while your hands are twined in his hair, tugging so hard that you are briefly afraid that you have hurt him. He doesn’t show any sign of discomfort, diligently licking and sucking until you are so close to coming, your body a tightly wound mass of nerves. You catch his eyes flicking up to watch your reactions, and just as you are about to come, he pulls away, wiping his mouth away on his sleeve and grinning viciously. You cry out at the sudden loss of heat, writhing in distress.

‘Don’t you think you deserve some punishment for ruining our evening? You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?’ He hisses, then pulls you toward him, forcing you to turn around. Disoriented from the disrupted orgasm and sudden movement, you flail for a moment, then hear the clink of Vyn removing his belt behind you. He grabs your hands and holds them together, using his belt to wrap your wrists snugly, but not too tight. Before anything else happens, he leans forward to where your face is, brushes your hair gently aside to whisper in your ear, ‘Pomegranate?’

You shake your head desperately. ‘Good girl,’ he tells you, stroking your hair.

Then the brief moment of tenderness quickly passes as Vyn grabs your hips, your face sliding across the polished wood of the table and ass sticking up in the air, your cunt completely exposed, only your legs holding you up. Unable to see what’s going on behind you, you can only tremble in anticipation, the feel of Vyn’s hands roughly positioning you so he can enter you.

His first thrust is not at all gentle, burying him to the hilt in your hot, slick cunt. You both cry out from the fullness, at how ready your cunt is for him.

‘Look at you clenching around me, such a needy, desperate little slut,’ Vyn purrs, painfully dragging out his first few thrusts so that despite your limited range of movement, you are squirming and begging for more.

‘More,’ You beg. ‘Please, Vyn, I need more.’

‘You will get more when I decide you deserve more,’ Vyn warns, slowing his hips even more, the promise of more friction hanging just out of reach. ‘It’s my turn to enjoy myself.’

You cry out in frustration, and are met with a ringing slap on your ass, the pain tingling deliciously.

‘Can’t be helped,’ he sighs, pretending that you have forced him to this point, when you can tell that it is taking all of his own self-control not to just thrust into you with wild abandon. ‘You’re forcing me to play my hand, you naughty little thing. Do you want to see me lose control?’

He punctuates the last sentence with a vicious thrust, going deeper than before and making you squeal. The sound makes him stop, and he reaches beside you for a napkin.

‘I think we need to work on your silence,’ Vyn says, hips still moving gently while his hands have left your hips and are doing something else. He leans down, pressing his weight against you and hand coming toward your face with the folded napkin.

‘Open your mouth,’ he tells you, then puts the napkin delicately between your teeth. ‘Now, bite down. If you let the napkin fall, I can only assume it is because you intend on using our safe word, and in any event, that would mean our little game is over. If you want to continue, your only choice is to behave yourself.’

You bite down on the cloth napkin, and Vyn cocks his head sideways to look at your trapped face, giving you a wink before returning to his position behind you. He starts off with slow thrusts again, searching for the right angle, hips snapping leisurely into your ass, the sound of skin on skin turning you on more, if that was even possible. Your soft moans are muffled by the napkin, which is slowly soaking with saliva.

‘Such a good girl,’ Vyn cooes as he thrusts deeply and you give a low, dull moan, trying to stifle your noises. ‘Let’s see how you do under more difficult conditions.’

He reaches down to grasp a handful of your hair, pulling your head upwards so that your spine is arched like a bow, and begins moving faster, each thrust of his cock a blinding shaft of light in equal parts pain and pleasure. If anyone were to walk in on you both right now, or even listen in on what was happening, they would hear a symphony of moaning, Vyn growling to tell you what a good girl you are, how well you are taking his cock, as if you were made for him. Your hands behind your back, back impossibly arched as he grips onto your hair, subject to the pleasure that is invading every part of your body.

Vyn’s thrusts grow harder and more needy, and your cunt has begun to spasm, craving sweet release.

‘I want to see your face when I make you cum,’ He rasps, and then pulls out, flipping you effortlessly onto your back, hair spilling out in all directions. Your arms are crushed behind your back, but the pain of your stretching shoulder joints is welcome, only adding to your pleasure. He is stretched out on top of you, mouth hungry, diving for your breasts, teasing your nipple with his tongue, hand reaching down to rub your clit in agonising circles, then slipping back inside you and groaning at the sensation. You cling on to the napkin for dear life, terrified that if you drop it, he might really stop, and leave you empty and wanting, just like that.

But Vyn doesn’t stop. His eyes locked onto your face, he rubs your clit ceaselessly as he pounds into you, again and again in a vicious, desperate pace.

‘Come for me, my love,’ he whispers, and like that, you are undone, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as your cunt clenches, legs shaking from the effort. A few more hard thrusts and Vyn joins you, thrusting deeply inside you one last time and then collapsing, his cock still throbbing as it fills you with cum.

He only allows himself a few moments before quickly sitting you up to undo the restraints around your wrist, examining them for chafing, pressing a light kiss to each one when he finds you perfectly well and unharmed.

‘Was I too rough?’ Vyn asks, hurrying to hand you his jacket. You shake your head, a mischievous grin on your face as you refuse to drop the napkin between your teeth. He blushes and removes it. You stretch your jaw a few times, which is slightly sore from clenching so hard, but will be fine in a few moments.

‘Please, Vyn, I would have used the safe word if I was being hurt.’ You reassure him. ‘The only thing I regret is that I’m probably too tired to go through all that again.’

‘Too tired?’ Vyn’s smirk returns. ‘I hope not. There’s still a fireplace and a floor full of furs waiting for us.’

In the blink of an eye, you are swept up in his arms, and he is carrying you to the door, like a bride over the threshold of her new home. He hasn’t even bothered to put on any clothes, trousers long forgotten, and his dress shirt hanging loose.

‘Vyn,’ you say, an idea suddenly coming into your mind. ‘You knew I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet, didn’t you?’

‘I will neither confirm nor deny my initial hypothesis,’ Vyn says. ‘But let’s just say, the outcome was above and beyond what I expected.’

As he carries you to the hall and the fireplace, two of his fingers have secretly slipped into your cunt once again, and you sneak a glance at him, grinning.

#tears of themis #tears of themis smut #vyn tears of themis #vyn richter #vyn richter x reader #vyn richter smut #vyn tot #tot imagines #tot smut #mo yi #mo yi x reader #VERY loose canon interpretation (haven't played all the cards)#okay listen LISTEN i am obsessed with the fact that vyn is always playing mind games and testing people esp mc in early game #my vision of him is always negotiating that space of trust #wanting you to trust him more and more and completely giving yourself to him #and because you are so competitive you /want/ to pass all his tests #anyway even though it's been almost 10 years deathless still has a strong grip on my heart everyone go read it

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