#I forgot valentines was a thing so I didn’t do the whole cast

[justanothershippingcan]

My thoughts on the Ritsu&Shou related parts in the Fanbook

because I am kinda going insane.

The way ONE was able to melt all the gays down in one go should be studied, analysed and locked deep in the black void of Shou’s black shirt in the Cultural Festival scene in the manga, because there’s no way. 

As a warning, while I’ll be mostly talking about their relationship in terms of friendship anyway, I ship them, so this is kinda biased on this side of things. Enjoy what I have to say under the cut.

Okay, so, with the premise that the translations around on Twitter aren’t official so the info might not be 100% accurate, I am still more than willing to trust our beloved fantranslators and their hard work. Let’s actually begin this slide deep into the tunnel headed to Copium Land, shall we?

• To the question "Who are your friends, excluding your brother?" Ritsu just answers with Student Council Members and Classmates. And that we (readers) don't have to worry, since he has many people he can ask about the weather to. Now.

We... never see him hang out with his classmates, nor his Council members. Ever. Except for the whole S1 "Middle school criminals purge" fiasco and even then, it ended up with him breaking through the Student Council President Kamuro’s house. When I say Ritsu isn't normal, I mean it (go off, King). 

Ritsu is the same person who asked the other Psychic kids from the Awakening Lab their names only after they were all kidnapped. And solely for the sake of escaping. He... doesn't know how to socialize well or doesn't particularly care. 

To him, friends are ones he can ask the weather to. I honestly feel like, no matter how popular he is (mostly, due to his looks... let’s remember how he is the one among the kids in the cast who gets the most chocolate on Valentine’s Day, but he finds it a nuisance) he doesn’t really know how-to-friend and how-to-people. And partially, he isn’t too focused on that due to the many things he has going on. 

I truly appreciate the idea of autistic Ritsu, because it would explain many things tbh, and this difficulty of approaching others/making friends/even having a basic understanding of friendships and what they mean would be clearer. 

Now, onto Shou. We have two questions to take into account:

• To the "What do you like doing with your friends?" he answers mentioning only Ritsu. Not even the kids that call him leader in S2,nor any classmate. Just Ritsu. And he mentions how Ritsu doesn’t like crowded spaces and noise (I'll return to that later) and how they went fishing together and Ritsu didn't manage to catch anything. From this we have: 

THEY WENT FISHING TOGETHER. Even with the whole text thing later, Ritsu still cared enough to go out with him. Without Mob being involved at all. I think it's important. They canonically hang out together.

Shou cares so much that he wanted to go to a place where Ritsu would feel comfy. Fishing is probably not an activity Shou prefers among others. But Ritsu might appreciate it and that's enough. 

Ritsu is bad at fishing and this is honestly a fun detail lol. 

• Through the same question, we have the whole text bit with Shou saying he texts Ritsu from time to time, but Ritsu answers slowly/not frequently. So-

For one, Ritsu does answer. He is a busy person with Student Council matters and he is, yk. At the top 10 of the best students in the school, in his first year competing with third years. And yet, he still answers these messages. 

Shou goes to school THIS IS A WIN BTW I KNEW IT, Shou literally emits the energy of that one kid who is actually totally listening during class, remembers everything and gets damn good marks, called it. Anyway, Shou probably isn't a slow texter like Ritsu is and has another perception of time lol, not to mention how he probably isn’t as busy. Can relate to Ritsu here. 

They still text. That's pretty good in my book (copium). 

Again, noise. They should have 2012-13 flip phones and now, I have used them in the past, but forgive me, I forgot what I did yesterday, imagine remembering 2012 phones, but I believe they did have an option to turn off notifications. And with Ritsu disliking noise... it's no wonder he would. It also helps with studying. 

•  There was a question about the Cultural Festival bit. Shou says that Ritsu didn’t ask him to come personally, he just caught wind of it and thought “why not?”, which makes more sense now that we are 100% sure he goes to school. Honestly, it’s no wonder Ritsu didn't ask Shou to go and see him. He was uncomfy with that outfit and the whole Maid idea. But as soon as Shou caught on that, he just. Went. Without honestly any other reason if not to see him. Still fruity enough in my book. 

• Last but not least. Ritsu does call Shou a friend in the World Domination Arc. And, truly, I am not willing to believe they aren’t on friendly terms after them texting together, hanging out together (fishing) and Ritsu just... accepting Shou burnt down his house and going along with his plan without a second thought lol. Hence why:

Either Ritsu truly just doesn't know where to place Shou in his mind. Thinking back also on Shou's VA interview helps with this.

Or, since he was mentioned as a friend in Shou’s profile, ONE believed it would have been redundant to put him in Ritsu’s as well. Which I believe is actually a fair point, since Ritsu wouldn’t have added that much insight, knowing him lol.

Or, regarding them being established as friends in World Domination Arc... ONE forgor. And truly, it has been years since he finished that arc, and he has written so many drafts of manga (ONE PUNCH, the rest of Mob), the new upcoming one and all of the extras since then. Wouldn’t blame him.

There is also this little important DETAIL of ONE just casually mentioning he would like a spin-off with Ritsu AND Shou. Together. Can’t separate, idc.

And... gosh, I think this is all. Thanks to all the ones that translated the bits that came out with this book and Katya’s translations of all the other interviews! Between this, the whole deal with Teru (aka his freaking terrible fashion sense and especially his parents), Reigen’s family, Serizawa’s pay, a few peculiar ages being revealed... this fanbook has been a trip and a half. But just in case, thank you all for coming to my Pep Talk, feel free to add anything if you want.

UPDATE 18/11

NEW INFO IS OUT and I reblogged this post of mine with all of such info compiled and my thoughts on it! It kinda changes a few of my highlights here and for the better. I’d say... we ultimately truly won. 

#Mob Psycho 100 #Mob Psycho 100 S3 mention #Mob Psycho Fanbook #Mp100 #Shouritsu #Ritshou #Ritsu Kageyama #Shou Suzuki #Sho Suzuki #Ritsho #Shoritsu #mentions of Mob Teru Reigen and Serizawa at the very end #Kinda crossposted on Twitter but this one adds way more #ONE told me #This is my trip from copium to rationalty I swear they are besties #Mob Psycho #mine

[bookdork1]

INSANE INSANE IT WAS AN INSANE TWO WEEKS! the absolute chaos of november 5th with canon destiel, election madness and putin rumors. outsiders to the fandom swore up and down it was homophobic and a laughable scene but those of us in it were dying with vindication because! the angel was gay! and dean hadn’t answered yet! he had to answer! we just had to wait til the next episode or at the very latest the finale! we were fighting twitter memes and half funny half rude tumblr posts by the swordful, trying to convince everyone with their hot takes on superhell that THIS IS NOT THE END! THAT CAS WASN’T REALLY BURRIED YOUR GAYS HE’S COMING BACK OBVIOUSLY! and then! AND THEN HE FUCKING DIDN’T WE LIVED THROUGH A FINALE SO BAD IT MADE HIMYM’S AND GOT’S LOOK HALF DECENT!!! and the craziness did not stop there!!! the whole cast stopped tweeting half way through the finale! jensen supernatural-sick-in-the-head ackles went off the grid for months refusing to comment on the finale WHATSOEVER! the cw released a goodbye supernatural video featuring prominent cast members like jared padalecki but do you know who wasn’t in it????? JENSEN FUCKING ACKLES OR MISHA FUCKING COLLINS!!!!!!!!!!! how do you forget to have them participate???? YOU PHYSICALLY CANNOT THERE IS NO REAL EXPLANATION THAN THAT THEY DODGED THE FUCK OUT OF THE CW PR’S TEAM! and then not even two days later we are all whalloped in the head with LATAM DUBGATE CONFIRMING RECIPROCATED DESTIEL CANON! THIS OCCURRED TWO DAYS BEFORE US THANKSGIVING!!!! i was at my grandma’s house making an explanatory powerpoint on destiel two electirc boogaloo while close family members buzzed around. less than 24 hours later the fucking misha held-at-gunpoint-by-cw-snipers collins video telling us to calm down happened!!! people literally found the latam dub team and they had a zoom call with them in december! we went insane over a video of jensen apparently very badly shoveling snow! WE ENMASSE PLANNED A FICTIONAL WEDDING AND HELD IT OVER SOCIAL MEDIA ON VALENTINE’S DAY AND WERE BETRAYED BY TWO EXTREMELY MINOR CAST MEMBERS WHO HADN’T BEEN ON THE SHOW IN A DECADE WHO TOLD US WE WERE CRAZY FOR EVER THINKING THE WEDDING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GAY. quarantine era cons occur and nobody can get real questions past creation but we all wait with baited breath anyways for a destiel question to make it to jensen and they never did! script leaks are happening left and right making the whole thing so much gayer! also i forgot but before even that is happening bi!dean audience testing is confirmed to have been a real thing that was happening during s12 supernatural! AND ET TU BRUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! allllllll of that happened less than eight months post nov 5th confession and i’m forgetting so fucking much

#spn #supernatural #november 5th

[donut-powers]

I hope you guys are having a good Valentine’s Day with tons of chocolate as Katarina would like.

And for the single folks don’t worry, today is a day for love and friendship (at least that’s how we celebrated it where I’m from)

#hamefura #bakarina #katarina claes #my next life as a villainess #my next life as a villianess all routes lead to doom #my stuff #my art #maria #gigi #alan #I forgot valentines was a thing so I didn’t do the whole cast #but if I did it probably would go like this #nicol *smiles* #ralphie boi: I heard you like bad boys #Mayr: date me I’m gay or let’s run away together #Sophia: words cannot describe your beauty #or a book checkout joke #I honest to god don’t know what I would have put for Keith #eat tons of chocolate buddies #oh damn i forgot Maria's eyebrows

[caramelcal]

Fool for you {Part Two}

a/n: i was gonna write sum here but i forgot, dm me if you wanna be notified (i’m notifying in dms) for the next part besties x 

warnings: highly unprofessional interviewer, 

word count: 2.8k

“So, Calum,” The interviewer started, looking up at the boy who had been pretty silent throughout the whole interview. Y/n sat away to the side, out of view from the cameras that were recording the boys. She watched with a smile on her face, fondness showing clearly on her face; she loved watching the boys talk about their music, they were all so passionate about it.

“I’ve gotta ask,” The interviewer shuffled a little bit on his seat, muddling with the headphones planted on his head. His eyes briefly cast over to y/n but she barely even noticed, her eyes glued on Calum, who waited intently for the question the interviewer was intending towards him. It was clear what it was going to be about, but he still waited anyway, “This lovely lady over to my right is your girlfriend?”

Calum dipped his head into a nod, “That would be true, yes.”

“So tell me more, how did you guys spark this romance? The people are dying to know,”

Calum licked his lips absentmindedly, leaning closer to the microphone, “Well y/n caught our eye a while back and we finally got her on tour with us. We met her and we just all hit it off right away. It’s been a while we’ve been keeping it a secret, we thought we wanted that, but actually, we’re really glad just to finally be able to do our thing in public now.”

“That’s really cool mate, I’m glad you both are happy,” The interviewer flashed Calum a quick smile before turning back to his mic properly, “Right guys, we’ll be back with 5 Seconds of Summer in a minute, but for now here’s one of their singles from their album Youngblood, Valentine!”

Soon enough, they were off air for a quick break, Ashton and Michael talking amidst themselves and Luke getting a bottle of water. Calum, who locked eyes with y/n, who smiled at him. Just as he was about to stand up, the interviewer caught him by the arm, a smirk on his face as his eyes flashed at the girl, talking to Calum.

Her eyes were trained on Calum and she certainly didn’t miss the way his smile fell off of his face and his eyebrows furrowed in anger once he heard the words that came out of the interviewer's mouth. Before long, he was grabbing his jacket and rushing over to the highly confused girl, storming almost, ignoring the calls from his bandmate and management

He grabbed her arm and dragging her behind him, giving her no explanation as to why, all of a sudden, they were leaving. The pulling wasn’t forceful as such and didn’t seem malicious in any way whatsoever, but it didn’t stop y/n from being confused as to why she was suddenly being dragged away from the room, “C’mon y/n, we’re leaving.”

“Cal, what are you doing? You’re only halfway through the interview-”

“Now,” With that, he tugged her once more and before anyone could even rush out to stop Calum from leaving, Calum had already pulled her out of the exit and away to some random diner for food.

It was clear he was mad as her eyes glanced up at him for the third time in the past few seconds. Her face held hesitance, but without even looking up at her, he knew that she wanted answers; why she was dragged out of there, what the interviewer could have possibly said to make him that angry. Calum hardly ever lost composure, even before y/n knew him so to see him storm out of an interview was a strange feeling.

She knew that he would be in trouble with management once they got back for causing a scene but at that moment she couldn’t care. She only noticed the way Calum’s eyebrows were still furrowed in anger as he ate his fries, hyperaware of the glances that y/n was giving him.

“What?” He finally asked, sighing when his brown eyes finally met hers, hand reaching for another handful of fries.

She hesitated on her answer, not sure if she wanted to press at all on Calum. He was closed off at the best of times, and he was angry. Sure, they had gotten closer over the past few weeks, even though they wouldn’t admit that, but she wasn’t at a level where Calum could trust her enough to vent to her. They tolerated each other, sure, but Calum was a closed-off guy. However, she couldn’t help herself, “W-Why did you storm out? And why did you take me with you?”

Well, the questions were certainly straight to the point. She almost winced when they came out of her mouth. His gaze was still locked on hers for a moment, almost like he was lost in time before he leaned back in his seat, head-turning around to look outside the diner window. Without looking, he picked up a tissue and wiped his hands, putting it back down on his plate and sighing.

Y/n felt nervous as she awaited his answer and after a minute or so, she felt like it wasn’t even coming. Her eyes awkwardly shifted to her lap, “He asked me if you were good in bed.”

“What?” Her head snapped up at the sound of Calum’s voice, eyes wide.

“He asked me how you were in bed, and how kinky you were,” Y/n didn’t know what to say. What could she even say? That was beyond incredibly inappropriate, and the fact that the interviewer thought that was okay sickened her to her stomach.

Was that all people thought of her as? Calum’s little sex toy that he could flaunt about? They weren’t even in a real relationship and people were thinking about how kinky their sex must be. It was disgusting and made y/n’s skin crawl, “Oh.”

Calum rolled his eyes, “Yeah, oh.”

Calum directly mimicked her awkward and uncomfortable words, shaking his head lightly, making y/n’s skin flush. She knew Calum wasn’t annoyed at her and that she shouldn’t take the way he was acting personally, but she couldn’t help b but be slightly embarrassed at his mimic.

“You know, management isn’t going to be happy about this,”

“You really think I care if management is annoyed at me? He should have kept his fucking mouth shut. Creepy bastard,” Calum spat out, anger spread thickly in his words, eyes blazing into hers. She knew that the anger he felt wasn’t directed towards her, in fact, it was for her. He was angry because someone was being inappropriate towards her, but she couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable with how angry he was.

“Thank you for defending me, Cal,” Y/n spoke sincerely, her voice quiet but she knew that Calum could hear her. He looked at her with brown eyes which had softened at the sound of her appreciation.

However, he simply shrugged it off, kicking his leg down from its comfortable position over the top of his other leg and standing up, “You ready to go?”

  After that, Calum and y/n got closer. A lot closer. It was strange to see the two of them getting along so well for the boys, but they relished in the lack of arguing and screaming on the tour buses. Instead,  they were hanging out, and she even started to go out with the boys; like she was doing right now.

It was dark in the room, the strobing lights from the dancefloor providing practically the only light in the room. People were dancing around, and thankfully no one even recognized the boys so the night was going rather smoothly. Calum had opted out of shots, as did y/n but the boys were surely having a good time. Luke was drunk, trying to pull y/n up onto the dancefloor after all of the boys refused.

“Luke I can’t dance-”

“Yes, you can y/n/n! I’ve seen you,” He whined, giving the girl a small, pleading pout before feverishly letting go of her hand, eyes casting over the boys too, “You guys are no fun!”

With that, he retreated to the dance floor. It was strange to see a 6′4 man dance around so freely, he looked a bit like one of those inflatable tube men with his hands up in the air. Hesitantly, she sighed, going to stand up and join the man before she felt a hand clamp around her arm.

“Where are you goin’?” Calum asked, brown eyes looking up at her figure in confusion.

“Gonna go dance with Luke so he isn’t alone,” However, even after she replied, Calum was hesitant to let go of y/n. She waited a few moments for him to let go but it seemed he didn’t plan on doing so, so she softly yanked her arm out of his hold and didn’t spare a glance back before she made her way to the dance floor.

While y/n wasn’t drunk, she wouldn’t exactly say she was sober either. The alcohol in her system made things blur, and made her do stuff that she wouldn’t normally do if she was sober. It also made her a lot more confident.

So, when a man’s hand snaked around her waist, pulling her back to his stomach she simply smirked. The alcohol certainly wasn’t doing her any favors when she was grinding against the man either. Her mischievous nature definitely didn’t blow over when her eyes caught onto the brown of his.

He was stood over at their booth, paying no attention to his friends talking behind him, and instead was staring straight at her figure pressed up against a man that wasn’t him. His eyebrows were pinched together, a frown on his face: he looked angry. He didn’t miss the way that she pressed further against the man behind her, letting his hands travel up to her waist from her hips and suddenly he was making his way over to her.

It isn’t long before he’s standing right in front of her, his hand making its way around her wrist, speaking gruffly, “Let's go.”

Yet, it wasn’t a request or question that the bassist was asking. In fact, he didn’t even let her speak before he is dragging her out of the club, but she barely protests. Somehow, he managed to hail a cab almost as soon as they’re out of the club, taking her in the car too before giving the driver the address to the hotel that the group is staying at.

She looked over at him with a small sigh, watching the back of his head as he looked out at the buildings flying by as they drove. The silence was suffocating for y/n, “Aren’t you going to say something, Cal?”

All she was met with was radio silence and it got worse with each breath. She expected Calum to reprimand her, scold her, shout at her even, just give her something other than ignoring her. She could only imagine that Calum was angry at her for possibly breaking the stunt, and if she got caught she knew that she was going to be in serious trouble but she hadn’t thought about that at the time.

And now she’s facing something that she thought is worse than shouting. Silence.

“Really, Cal? Nothing?”

There is nothing. Not a word was spoken in the whole taxi ride back, there wasn’t a word spoken between the two when Calum paid the taxi driver, there wasn’t a word spoken when they were in the hotel lobby nor the elevator. They’re simply stood beside one another, Calum with his eyes set straight forward, jaw clenched and stony expression covering his face and y/n with careful and discrete glances over to the boy, fidgeting awkwardly just wishing he’d say something, or just acknowledge her existence.

It seemed, however, that she got her wish when Calum’s vice-like grip caught onto her hand against when the elevators opened up on their floor. The corridor is deserted, not that they would have noticed otherwise as he quickly puts his hand out, his voice assertive and leaving no room for protests, “Hotel room card. Now.”

She fumbled with her purse, pulling out the small card and putting it in his hand. He didn’t bother to say thank you and instead turned towards the door and unlocks it, pushing it open and bringing the woman in behind him.

The door is shut swiftly behind them and spun her around, back pressing against the heavy wood that he had just slammed shut. Her hands were up, pressed against the door above her head, his own hands clasped around them holding them in place, leaving her no room to move them. His breath fanned over her neck where that other man’s had been all but twenty minutes ago as he spoke lowly, “You think you can get away with that, princess? Ruining the PR stunt?”

Her breath is caught in her throat and the room fell into silence but Calum doesn’t move. His face is still tucked into her neck, hands holding her own above her head. Her heart is thudding dangerously in her chest, hyperaware of the soft breaths the bassist is letting out hitting her neck.

Her eyes cast over the dark curls on top of his head and she can’t help the feeling but want to run her hands through them. The room is dark, the only light provided is the propitious moonlight filtering softly through the window, highlighting certain parts of the silk button-up that Calum is wearing.

“This isn’t about the PR stunt, is it?”

A dry chuckle escaped his lips, his breath coming closer and closer to her neck. Suddenly, his lips are on her neck, bringing the skin between his teeth as he sucked on it, making her take a sharp intake of breath. She tried to bring her hand down to make contact with his brown curls but he still had her arms held against the door and seems that he doesn't plan on letting them go anytime soon. Soon enough, his lips were leaving her neck and he brings his head back up, brown eyes looked at her through his eyelashes. However, before he had any time to retreat any further away from her, her head is jerking forward and towards him, her lips meeting his in a kiss. The kiss was eager; need almost.

It didn’t even take him a second before he is responding to her kiss, lips moving against her with the same amount of passion; maybe even more. He almost instantly took back all control of the kiss, smashing her off of the large wooden door once more. Both of their heads are clouded and they barely even register what they are doing.

Once her back collided with the door, her mouth opened in surprise and Calum took full advantage of this, his tongue diving into her mouth. He can taste the faint smell of alcohol mixed with gum on her breath as he deepened the kiss, moaning into it. Y/n doesn’t stop him either, and she doesn’t do anything to try and hide the moan that escaped her lips.

He let go of her hands, and instead, they make their way to cup the sides of her face softly; tenderly. Her hands, now freed of their trapped position, making their way down his shoulders, tugging on the silk lightly. They continue to kiss until her hands reached the top buttons of his shirt. His hands cover hers.

“What?” Her voice is soft, eyes looking up at his brown with heavy eyelids.

“We can’t do this,” He sighed, shaking his head. Y/n’s mouth parted slightly, but before she can get a word out Calum is speaking again, “You’ve been drinking y/n, we can’t. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that.”

It seemed that whatever was clouding Calum’s head those moments before where he had been kissing y/n, acting as if their relationship was real and not a PR stunt was over. Now, he’s returning to his closed-off self that y/n had managed to crack through in the past few weeks and y/n could feel almost as if he was slipping away.

“Cal, I’m not even drunk-”

However, he didn’t even let her finish as he stepped away, letting go of her hand and letting it fall. He stood in front of her still, head ducked but far enough that he was out of reach from her, meeting her frowning face with a frown of his own, “Goodnight, y/n/n.”

Then, Calum is gone and y/n wallowed painfully in the rejection.

#calum hood #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #calum 5sauce #calum hood x you #5sos #5sauce #5sos x reader #5sos blurbs #calum hood x reader #calum hood x y/n

[denkamis]

hq characters as cheesy valentine’s day tropes.

masterlist. | valentine’s day event masterlist.

warnings: none! aside from some swearing, it’s just some fluffy valentine’s day scenarios for you. reader is gn.

characters: keiji akaashi, kenma kozume, yuu nishinoya, koushi sugawara.

notes: dedicated to @koushisun,, for being an exceptionally kind individual and having immaculate taste in 2d men. i hope we can get closer the more we talk, kris. thank you for being my first friend here on da tumbz. <33

keiji akaashi

confessions behind the school building

were you nervous about finally confessing your feelings to akaashi on valentine’s day of all days? absolutely

he was one of, if not the prettiest, impressively athletic, and overwhelmingly intelligent boys in your class

he probably got at least ten confessions on the daily

and valentine’s day simply doubled the number

and here you were, with your tiny valentine’s day card and box of chocolates in hand

you had heard from all the girls that he had been turning down confessions left and right, only adding onto your mountain of nerves

little did you know that he was waiting for you

cherry blossoms bloomed above your heads, falling gracefully like something right out of a shoujo anime. you tapped the tip of your shoe against the pavement, a nervous tick you had garnered that helped keep you grounded. this was it. this was the moment today was leading up to. you and akaashi were standing behind fukurodani, stealing away a bit of privacy. you didn’t need the prying eyes of the other girls watching as you confessed to your year long crush.

akaashi waited with a patient gaze, unmoving from his spot a few feet ahead of you. he gave you space, and didn’t force you to talk right away. it was as if he already knew the intricacies of your thoughts, the way your mind spiraled if you were suddenly put on the spot, especially when it was as intimate and open as confessing your feelings.

“i wanted to tell you, i mean- what i’ve been trying to tell you for years is that i, well,” your tongue felt like it was two sizes too big. your fingers fidgeted behind your back, holding onto the tiny note and chocolates you had made for him yourself. “i like you a lot more than i really let on. you’re always so thoughtful and considerate. you listen to me when i ramble, and you help me with homework or even small things i don’t completely understand. that’s um, that’s really nice of you. i know you’ve probably received a lot of gifts today, but if you could spare a bit of your backpack space to accept mine, it would mean the world to me.” you bowed towards him, eyes glued to the floor as you held out the small box of chocolates and the note you had written.

you didn’t catch the way a smile tugged at his usually stoic features, or the way he tilted his head in thought while wondering how much courage you mustered up to confess like this. still, you felt nimble fingers brushing against yours, the weight of your gift leaving your grip.

“thank you, y/n,” akaashi told you gratefully as you stood up to your full height, “i’m glad that you feel the same as i do.”

“... wait what.”

kenma kozume

heart shaped candies

kenma rarely has plans for valentine’s day tbh

he treats it like any other day because it’s just a day to play some animal crossing and farm more on stardew valley

however, when you waltz into his life, he panics a little bit as the date draws closer

he wants to make you feel special on valentine’s day

he settled for those tiny heart shaped candies, knowing that you had quite the sweet tooth

he wasn’t gonna leave you hanging on valentine’s day, sweetheart

kenma held your hand in his as the two of you walked home together. the day was rainy, small droplets of water pattering against the shared umbrella the two of you were situated beneath. you were talking about school, something or other about the clubs you were in and how passionate you were about starting your very own this year. kenma listened tentatively, an easy smile on his face as he watched your eyes light up and your free hand gesture and fly about as you spoke.

you were adorable.

the two of you soon arrived at your house, and you promised kenma that you would call him tonight so the two of you could play games or watch some netflix together over the internet. you two had been particularly invested in some k-drama that always left the two of you at the edge of your seats. you planted a gentle kiss to his cheek, his face erupting in crimson right to the tips of his ears. giggling quietly, you wished him goodbye, your hand beginning to slide from his as you went to leave. to your surprise, he held on tighter.

with his gaze cast down, you watched as he pulled out a tiny bag of heart shaped candies from his pocket. “i know it’s not much, but i saw everyone else getting their partners gifts and kuroo said that it would be good if i got you something too.”

you accepted his small token of affection with shaky hands and flushed cheeks. peering inside the clear bag, you saw a whole collection of multi-coloured candies reading cheesy phrases such as ‘b mine’, ‘true love’ or even a ‘cutiepie.’

“kenma, i love it. oh my.. haha! i thought you forgot since you didn’t mention anything about gifts for today.” kenma’s hand squeezed yours, his eyes lifting from the wet ground to meet your own with a small yet confident smile.

“i wouldn’t forget something as important as you.”

yuu nishinoya

big teddy bears

an absolutely chaotic mess on valentine’s day

he’s so excited that he finally has someone to spoil, so he wants to go all out

he figured that the best present to get you was the biggest teddy bear he could find

he went to 6 stores and dragged asahi and tanaka with him

he saw a teddy bear that was literally twice his size and went “I’LL TAKE IT”

mans has no chill, he spent literally his entire allowance on it

his grandpa didn’t even bat an eye PFFT

when nishinoya showed up at your doorstep with a chunky teddy bear in tow, you had no words. truly. it had been at the stroke of midnight when he texted you to come outside and see the valentine’s gift he had gotten you. you had said that this could wait until morning, but he insisted that this could not wait another moment. it was technically valentine’s day, after all! this resulted in you dragging yourself down the stairs of your home to greet him at the door. to your surprise, yet at the same time not surprising you in the slightest, was noya carrying the largest teddy bear you had ever laid your eyes on. not only that, but tanaka and what appeared to be a very exhausted asahi accompanied him.

“y/n-chan!” nishinoya shouted boldly and triumphantly, getting down on one knee which instantly made you panic. he wasn’t going to propose, was he? no he wouldn’t. would he? oh god. your words got caught in your throat, trying to formulate some kind of response to his sudden and incoming declaration. yet, a proposal never came. he held up the teddy bear as if it were simba from the lion king, the entire stuffed animal basically shielding his shorter form from your view. you suppressed a snort with your hand.

“i searched far and wide for this gigantic teddy bear for you, please accept it this valentine’s day!” nishinoya said loud and clear from behind the bear. you were having trouble stifling your laughter because from your angle, it looked like the bear itself was saying these words to you. you attempted to take the huge bear from his arms but it ended up being a lot heavier than you anticipated.

“noya, really this is-”

“take the picture!” noya whisper shouted to tanaka, who was holding up his phone camera with a thumbs up. noya posed beside you with an arm tossed around your waist, throwing up a peace sign and sticking out his tongue. leave it to yuu nishinoya to spoil you with the biggest bear he could find. it was incredibly endearing, especially when you found out from asahi that he nearly got kicked out from a walmart after knocking down the entire teddy bear display. he could be the biggest dork sometimes. but you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

koushi sugawara

baking together

he saw the idea on pinterest and he had to try it out with you

they were cupcakes red velvet with pink, buttercream frosting

easy, right? it would be a cute little date, you could even stay over at his house while you watched a romcom or something of the sort while they were baking

turns out it wasn’t easy

at all

“shit fuck, oh god- shit!” koushi mumbled to himself as he was spilling some of the red cupcake mix over the side of the bowl. you were trying your best not to laugh too much but you couldn’t help your giggles when koushi shot you a playfully annoyed glare, his nose powered with sugar and flourmaking him look straight out of a victorian magazine. baking with koushi had gone just as well as you thought it would. there was a lot of flour being thrown around, a few stray chocolate chips and sprinkles now on the floor serving as reminders of past quarrels. koushi had always been a rather chaotic individual behind his “soft boy” demeanour he liked to flaunt. he could be so goofy and fun. he could be your greatest hype man but also the person you knew could be in your corner when it counted. and here the two of you were, making a mess in your shared kitchen at nine at night for a valentine’s day date.

“honey, you’re mixing it too fast!”

“i’m mixing it just fine, see look! it’s supposed to be this thick,” his ahoge bobbed back and forth atop his head as he mixed with quite literally his entire torso. his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he focused hardcore on the making sure the mixture was abolished of any and all chunkiness present. you rolled your eyes, a wide smile on your face despite his stubbornness. “the oven’s been preheating for thirty minutes now.”

“well the oven can wait,” he huffed, tapping the neck of the whisk against the bowl to remove the excess mix before grabbing a ladle to begin scooping all the mix into the muffin tin. not without another mess, of course.

“kou, stop moving the—”

“i’m not moving anything, you’re just making me laugh!”

“hand me the spoon, hand it over.”

“it’s not a spoon!”

“it’s a big ass spoon.”

“y/n!”

you were bickering like an old married couple as your hands reached greedily for the ladle that already had some cupcake mix in it. koushi held it out of your reach, causing him to back up into the counter while you hopped in an attempt to get it back. in your desperate attempts, you slipped on the flour from your little past war and caused the two of you to collapse to the floor in a heap of giggles and laughter.

yeah, you two would definitely never be touching any sort of recipe after that day, you absolute menaces.

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[forbidding-souda]

Hi!! If its okay could i get Mondo, Sakura, Kazuichi, and Kaito with a short S/O (Think 4'11 to 5'0) who's the SHSL Florist? Bonus ponits if you you give me their reaction to their S/O giving them a large bouquet of flowers as a gift? NB pronouns if that's okay!

Mondo Oowada, Sakura Oogami, Kazuichi Souda, and Kaito Momota with Short SHSL Florist S/O

‘Bonus’! How cute is that :D /pos

Also your taste in men is iconic yes our minds - I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE THE KAITO ONE TWICE THE SIZE AS THE OTHERS BUT I LOVED THE IDEA

Also also I use the word bumblebee bc once I thought of it I thought it was really cute. Bc get it?? They are small and also flowers yeah <3

Do I get ten points now? =D

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

He thinks you are like a little bumblebee.

So nice and small! Adorable.

Short jokes all the time.

He definitely thinks flowers are a little lame.

But is definitely impressed by your knowledge of them!

So when you pile together a purple toned bouquet, you’re honestly a little curious on how he would react.

Or if he would even react at all. Does he know to put them in water? Maybe these should be your flowers too.

The roar of the engine is a comfort noise. So when it abruptly stops outside, you can just feel how the butterflies hatch in your stomach.

So you travel to your almost garden in the guest room, picking up the bouquet. It still looks beautiful. That’s good. Admittedly, you do get quite impatient at times.

Ah, the front door! And his welcoming voice telling you he’s home. How nerve-wracking. Your whole plan has a lot of questionable details, but as long as the response isn’t negative then what’s the harm in showing him your love?

“Mondo!” You call out with a bubbly tone before walking down the hallway searching for where he might be.

Your boyfriend, who you are terribly unimpressed with, lays slumped on the couch, tired from the heat. 

Again, you speak, interrupting his decline into sleep. “I made you these!”

He opens one of his eyes. “You got me flowers?”

A bit of heat crosses your cheeks, and you squeeze them harder. “I thought maybe you would like them.”

“Of course I fucking like ‘em,” he says while sitting up. His think fingers brush against yours when he takes them from you. “These are some cute ass flowers.”

Cute ass flowers. How romantic!

Sakura Oogami

She can give you piggy back sides whenever you want and likes to carry you around.

Definitely lets you put flowers in her hair.

Flowers in her hair sounds so cute I am crying.

A part of her actually is jealous of your talent. She wants to know everything about flower patterns, too.

And so she listens every time you explain things.

You pick together the pinkest flowers you can, trying to make it as aesthetically pleasing as you can rather than focusing on intent.

A few white roses find themselves in the batch, too.

The shop around you is cold. The layers of warm clothes aren’t going to help you when you go outside.

But the flowers always need special things that are not convenient for you.

While you contemplate whether or not you can leave clothes here, the bells attached to the door ring out.

A customer! Or maybe Sakura is here to bring you lunch. 

You pop your tiny head towards the main shop, looking left and right. 

She holds a styrofoam box in her hand, holding god knows what meal. 

Horrible for the environment, by the way, how embarrassing.

“Sakura!” You exclaim. And then it surprises you. You got so excited over something as simple as seeing her.

Even in the way your heart pounds at her soft eyes.

“I brought you a meal,” she says. You dip into the back room, and she follows your lead.

But before she comes through the door, you offer her the flowers, almost shoving them into her face. “Flowers!”

“Flowers... What a thoughtful gift, thank you very much.”

She looks nothing more than flattered. Her face usually sports a content look, often a light flush on her face, so seeing her smiling so wide feels special. 

“Oh,” you snap yourself out of your admiring gaze, “and thank you so much for the food!”

Kazuichi Souda

Kazuichi is definitely the sexiest man alive when he’s working on a car. His jumper will be tied around his waist, his hair slicked back.

He never wears his beanie when he’s working. It’s probably the best thing about him.

I just wanted to get that out of my system.

You like to surprise him whenever he’s working. Even though he doesn’t mind the work, you’re sure he’d have a better time being together with you.

The optimism is definitely appreciated.

Especially when it’s easy to scare him. You’re tiny and he gets over concentration. Just sneaking under the car and grabbing his ankle is your favorite.

But for Valentine Day, you didn’t want to be cruel like that. 

So while puffing your cheeks, you hop on downstairs, carrying a bouquet of different shades of yellow flowers. A few pink ones are thrown in for his hair. 

And so you approach him, trying your best to shrink yourself even shorter.

You don’t even know what he’s doing. What do cars need when they get fixed? A new engine? Something about a gas tank? You have no clue.

But whatever it is, it takes a lot of hard work.

And it’s your job to distract him.

You are almost an arms distance away until, and it scares the shit out of you, he immediately turned around screams as loud as he can.

The flowers run too close to slipping from your fingers. God, that was about to be the worst day of your entire life.

Before anger can crack through your demeanor, the sense of humor the both of you have came back. So you started laughing, placing a weary hand to your chest.

You were laughing because you noticed his hands holding a plastic container of sweets. 

“Ah, you nut head!” You call out. “I got you flowers!”

“Why did you get me something? You were supposed to come and scare me!”

Kaito Momota

You hum underneath your breathe while you pick together the best array of flowers you can. Purples and dark colors, just for him.

The moon shines through the school’s window. With the dorms downstairs, every night has became a game of who is going to catch you this time?

Every night you’ve been sneaking up to the garden, trying to raise these flowers just for this occasion.

For the last few months, all you’ve ever wanted was to be with Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars!

And now is your time to impress him! The flowers are all ready!

You wrap them together in green tape. The trembling of your hands makes the job quite difficult. And then the white ribbon to top it all off, but you have to take a deep breath while wrapping it.

There’s no backing out of this.

The fight to continue raged on while you walk upstairs, going up the many of them. It gives you time to think.

To think about how much you love him.

Horribly sickening how much you love him. His positive outlook on life motivates you all the time. If you ever feel like giving up, you just remind yourself that Kaito Momota wouldn’t want you to!

The door to the roof is unlocked, as you assumed. No - as you knew. You’ve watched him climb up here every day when he first interrupted your gardening. “I’ll be up on the roof whenever you need me, I tend to go every night.”

You never forgot about it.

Pulling open the door comes with a click. A pang of anxiety rings through you. But why? Should you really be sneaking if your intention is for him to notice you?

He lays on his jacket, arms behind his head and one of his feet crossed over his knee. And he pipes up when he sees you.

“Bumblebee! It took you long enough.”

The flowers in your hands don’t even cross his mind until after he stands up. There’s a nervous blankness as your expression. 

When he steps closer, he can even see the way your pupils dilate. “Are these flowers for me?”

It feels as if your words are trapped inside your mouth. He’s actually in front of you, towering, and flattered. So you shove the flowers against his chest.

Your body feels like it’s in front of a fire.

“I grew them for you. And I tried to make it look like space, you know? With all the dark colors.” You whisper. 

He smirks with satisfaction that only he could portray. To say he is proud is an understatement. You have always been obvious about your interest in him. It was just a matter of when you would gain the confidence to make a move. That’s why he invited you to join him on the roof all those months ago.

Still, he looks a bit smug. But that doesn’t last long, as his face falls to contentment as he turns back around. “Come, come.” He beckons.

You follow him up to his jacket, where he places the flowers down. His eyes are cast upwards, at the sky. You follow his gaze.

How can he gaze up for hours? It’s almost unbelievable. 

You sigh. “Can you explain to me - woah!” 

His arms grip onto your thighs as he lifts you up. The lack of struggle terrifies you, in more than being in the air.

“Kaito, what are you doing?” 

“Look up at space! Tell me what colors you see.”

A small noise escapes your lips. You relax a bit, accepting your position while placing your hands on his shoulders.

What colors? There are a lot. Not exactly the purple you thought it was. Maybe a dark blue, light blue, too. 

You haven’t thought about what color space is.

“Blue.” Is the only word you let yourself say.

He lets you down slowly. “Blue is a good answer. I’d like to think space is every color - Eh? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You blink, once... and maybe a dozen more times. “No reason, I just like you.”

#mondo oowada #mondo owada x reader #sakura oogami #sakura ogami #sakura ogami x reader #kazuichi souda #kazuichi souda x reader #kazuichi soda #kazuichi soda x reader #danganronpa kazuichi #kaito momota #kaito momota x reader #kaito is literally bae

[adenei]

Hermione doing everything to seduce Ron but fails miserably. A hilarious Valentine's day fic. XD.

Hi anon! At first you had me stumped, but the idea started to unfold, and I enjoyed writing this one in the end. Please enjoy their first Valentine’s Day together

Warning: Implied Smut, but no actual Smut. 

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Valentine’s Surprises

She’d read the books. She’d gotten special permission from the Headmistress. Hermione was fully prepared to give Ron the best Valentine’s Day surprise. This was the first Valentine’s Day that they were actually together and could celebrate properly, and she’d have to make it extra special because she probably wouldn’t get to see him for his birthday since it fell during the week this year.

It’d been six weeks since they’d seen each other over Christmas hols, and this whole long distance thing was getting old pretty quick for Hermione. She looked in the mirror and observed herself. Demelza had helped with her makeup, and she’d managed to tame her hair down a bit using Sleakeazy’s. It had a nice waviness to it, and was pulled back into a side plait.  She smiled as she stared down at her overnight bag. Massage oil, sexy red lingerie and a silk robe, the fuzzy throw blanket that was wrapped in decorative paper, rose petals and bath bombs...and a change of clothes for class tomorrow.  

If Hermione had planned everything out properly, Ron would be in for the surprise of his life. She knew he and Harry always went to the Burrow for Sunday dinner, normally arriving at four and getting back around seven. It was 4:30 now, and Hermione was heading to Professor McGonagall’s office, where she was planning to floo to Grimmauld Place. She had two and a half hours to bake biscuits, and set things up before setting herself up in his bed for him to come home and find her. 

Upon arriving at the Headmistress’ office, she was reminded that she needed to return at 8:30 the following morning, and Hermione profusely thanked her again for allowing her to leave. She stepped into the fireplace and in a few short moments found herself in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. The boys had really done a fantastic job updating the home, making it brighter and more welcoming. 

Hermione set her bag down and began summoning the ingredients she needed to bake his favorite biscuits. Molly had shared the recipe. She only bothered with checking the ingredients because ‘if you could read, you could cook,’ right? Hermione quickly set to work preparing all the ingredients per the directions until she hit step seven. 

Wait...how was she even supposed to do that? She understood mixing the dry and the wet ingredients together normally, but there was a spell written, and having never read any magical cookbooks, Hermione was at a loss for what to do. She began panicking, looking around the kitchen for some sort of ‘how to’ book to help her through this. Of course the boys didn’t have one! She was opening and closing every cupboard she could find as she became more and more frantic. Then, she opened one particular cupboard, and a memory flashed before her eyes. 

Would it work? She had no idea, but she had to try. She was desperate for this night to go perfectly. “Kreacher?” she asked softly. At first nothing happened, but then a loud POP echoed through the kitchen and Kreacher stood before her. 

“Hello, Miss. What is you doing in Masters Potter and Weasley’s home?”

“Oh, thank goodness it worked!” Hermione said with a rush of relief. “I’m here to surprise Ron tonight, Kreacher. It was my intention to bake his favorite biscuits, but I’m afraid I- I don’t know how to get past step seven. Could you help me?”

Hermione was crestfallen. She wanted to do this all herself. She didn’t want to have to ask for help, but she couldn’t leave a half attempted recipe out for Ron to see when he got back.

“Yes, Miss. Where is the recipe?” Hermione pointed to the counter.

“Thank you, Kreacher! Do you mind if I watch?” Hermione tried to hide the disappointment in herself.

Kreacher gave a grumbled sigh and a curt nod as he set to work. Hermione should have known that the elf would use nonverbal magic on the recipe, so it was partially a waste of time to watch him work. He made quick work of the rest of the steps, and magically placed perfectly round balls on the baking sheet. “Miss forgot to turn on the oven.” He took care of it. “Would you like me to take care of the rest?”

“No, no, thank you Kreacher, I can take it from here. Thank you again!” Hermione said as Kreacher fell into a low bow and then disapparated out of sight. Hermione figured she had about fifteen minutes before the oven was heated to temperature, so she grabbed her bag and set to work upstairs. Somehow it was already after six. 

Hermione opened her bag and pulled out the bag of rose petals when she got to Ron’s room. She scattered them on the floor and over his bed,placing the package on the end of the bed and the massage oil on his nightstand. Satisfied with her work, she went back downstairs to find the oven was ready and she placed the cookies in the oven. Mrs. Weasley’s note said they needed to be baked for exactly ten minutes. Hmm, I wonder why so exact? Hermione thought. 

She set a timer for herself as she went back upstairs to draw the bath water and change into the lingerie and robe, keeping an eye on the timer. She’d gotten the top on, but was struggling with the bottoms when she got the minute warning. Giving up on them for now, she threw the silk robe around her and turned the water off, casting a quick warming charm over it as she hurried downstairs.

Hermione opened the oven door just as the timer went off and pulled them out. They looked perfect on top, but the bottoms were tinged a bit dark. It’s okay, at least you didn’t burn them! She turned the oven off and transferred the cookies to a cooling rack. Hermione magically washed the cookie sheet and double checked the recipe once more. Ugh, not another charm! She realized Mrs. Weasley had one more charm to set the cookies with at the end. I’m sure it’ll be fine without it, she thought because she did not want to call Kreacher back again. 

Hermione left the cookies to cool, and hurried back upstairs to figure out the mess of straps that were the bottom half of her outfit. It took a good ten minutes to get everything situated properly, and she checked herself in the bathroom mirror. She smiled softly and hoped she’d drive him mad with desire upon discovering her like this. Hermione didn’t often care what she looked like, and she wasn’t exactly one for seduction, but she wanted to do this for Ron. 

She checked to make sure the warming charm was still intact on the tub, and dropped one of the bath bombs in. Then, Hermione hurried into Ron’s adjoining bedroom, shut the door, and hung up the robe. She carefully climbed under his covers. Now, we wait.

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Harry and Ron finally flooed home from the Burrow just before 7:30. Ron knew they were later than normal, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do on Valentine’s Day. He cursed again because he should be able to spend it with Hermione, but she was at bloody Hogwarts. Harry had invited Neville and Seamus over around 8:00 since they all might as well be alone together on this particular holiday. 

“Uh, Ron,” he heard Harry say. “You didn’t bake biscuits before we left, did you?” Ron looked over and saw, were those his favorite biscuits? He didn’t even realize the sweet scent until Harry had said something.

“Er, no, mate..that’s odd,” Ron said. Harry made to pick one up, but having been poisoned before, Ron stopped him. “Harry, no! Better check with Kreacher first. We don’t have any bezoars lying around.”

Harry called Kreacher who appeared with a POP. “Kreacher, did you bake these while we were gone?”

“I helped, but it wasn’t me,” Kreacher croaked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ron asked him.

“Surprise...doesn’t know how to bake with magic,” Kreacher muttered as he shook his head.

“Kreacher, is someone else here?” Harry asked as Ron did the homenum revelio spell. Kreacher nodded as the spell did in fact reveal a third person.

Ron looked back down at the cookies, which were his favorite. He looked at Harry, who said, “You don’t think…” 

“If it is, you’re on your own with Nev and Seamus,” Ron said as he sprinted up the stairs. His bedroom door was shut, and he definitely hadn’t left it that way earlier. He opened the door to see Hermione, scantily dressed and laying in his bed. His heart damn near stopped. “Bloody hell…” was all he could manage.

“It’s about time!” Hermione couldn’t help herself. She’d been waiting over a half hour and was starting to get nervous that he wasn’t coming home.

Ron shut the door and cast a quick lock and silencing charm on the door. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he said as he met her on the bed and wasted no time in pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

“Wanted to surprise you,” she said.

“Reckon it worked. You’re bloody gorgeous, you know that?” Ron couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was stunning. He’d never seen her in lingerie before, only dreamed of it. He was basking in the glory of having her here, when he saw the look of disappointment on her face. It was subtle, but it was there. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s- it’s nothing,” she said as she looked away.

“Tell me, ‘Mione. Please?” Ron reached out and touched her chin, directing her face back to meet his.

“It’s just, everything I planned has gone wrong! I couldn’t even bake your favorite cookies! I needed Kreacher’s help and I still missed that there was a spell at the very end, so they’re probably ruined. I planned for you to be home around 7, so the bath water is probably cold, and I couldn’t go anywhere to check because I didn’t want anyone seeing me in this. I probably should have just told you McGonagall let me off for the night. Then you would have known and we could have had more time.”

Ron chuckled. “Hermione, we have the whole night ahead of us, and I'm so glad you’re here. And it’s a good thing you didn’t leave the room in this because I want you in this all to myself, though I’m about two seconds from ripping it off you,” Ron gave her a dark, wanting look then. Six weeks was way too long.

He always knew how to instantly make her feel better. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, giving her best seductive smile. Ron was on her in an instant, hands exploring her body and relishing in the feel of her against him. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said against his lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love,” Ron returned, becoming lost in the sexiness of his girlfriend.

#romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #don't eat that it could be poisoned! #Honestly Harry have you learned nothing??

[weakzen]

Left on the detective’s desk, a single red rose and a note written in precise handwriting:

Alex,

What happened to you - you didn’t deserve it. You can be loved, if you let yourself.

Happy Valentine’s Day

(yolo experimental style; alex/mason, early established relationship, angst and fluff; no direct mention of abuse, just oblique circling and fatalistic thoughts; rated m for mason; also on AO3~)

Even though I didn't finish reading it, even though I hid it from sight, imprisoned it in darkness, cast it to the depths of the bottom drawer until the end of shift, when it would be possible to smuggle the thing into the break room recycle bin without risking Tina's eyes or interrogation, that stupid fucking note has somehow still managed to reach up through all those heavy files and twist my stomach into knots.

For hours.

Plucking my nerves hard enough to make my hands fucking shake too. Typos in every report, backspace key pulling overtime without pay. Not helped by eyes that won't stop stinging. Armpits that haven't fully dried either, along with a weird chill, shivers that persist despite the sweater and the cranked-up thermostat.

At least the rose is gone. Snuck it into the arrangement on Tina's desk, the one I get her every year.

It looks better surrounded by friends.

It was nice to see it on the desk this morning

(Can still smell it perfuming the air.)

And if I could get rid of my thoughts as easily, I would. Because after half a day of chasing them in circles, I still can't figure out who the fuck sent that goddamn note, who the fuck would write something like that—say shit like that, to me—who could possibly fucking think or know or say anything about that, or that I-I, that I—

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckingfuck.

That sickly feeling wrenches again, hard enough to jerk me forward over the desk, face buried in my hands while my breathing shudders into something unsteady and vaguely gasping.

Fuck.

It can't be Tina.

It can't.

It should be, but it can't.

The writing's not loopy enough to be hers, and it's not slanted enough to be Verda's, and the damn thing isn't covered in nearly enough heart stickers to be from Felix. We all should know. Nate's been sighing nonstop for the past week, scraping them off every available surface in the Warehouse—except for the lacy pink one Felix managed to sneak right between Adam's shoulders.

And the glittery red one I pressed covertly to Mason's ass.

(Maybe not so covertly. Found a few hearts stuck to my underwear later when I slipped outta my jeans, and the secrets of how the fuck he pulled that off are still locked behind his smirk.)

A smile tries to pull at my lips, but the tightness in my gut warps it crooked.

Another shuddery breath.

It can't be from Adam either. If he had something to say to me, he'd just say it, preferably after he finished laying me out on the mats, all sweaty and sucking down air from another session of his gentle ass-kicking. Nate, however, would write a note to me. Has written a note to me. Has written many notes to me and still not made a dent in that stack of expensive stationary, and although the card stock was silk cream, the pigment obsidian night, and the calligraphy swooping in almost a dead ringer, I know it can't be from Nate because he would never leave a rose with his words, not the ones meant for me.

But there isn't anyone else.

There's Mason

And it can't be from him.

It's not his handwriting, to start. I think. I'm pretty sure. I've never actually seen his writing, but I can't imagine it would be anything resembling neat or careful. It's gotta be complete chicken scratch. All cramped and illegible. He's left handed too, barely patient enough to sit through a stoplight, much less give ink the time to dry, so there'd be definitely be smears, and there weren't any smears. At all. Can't be him.

Not to mention he'd never do anything like this.

Don't know why he keeps coming to mind anyway. Just because we're…

Together

—for now.

Doesn't mean he'd ever say anything like that—

He already has

(He did. He said I deserved better and I believe him, but I don't, I can't.)

—only because he'd say differently if he knew.

If he really knew.

He'd say different and I'm not gonna fucking tell him and it doesn't fucking matter anyway, it doesn't. Shine's gonna wear off soon enough. Novelty, satisfied. Boredom, returning. And at least the conversation won't be awkward, just… blunt. To the point. A first for us both, in topic, if not style.

I've never been dumped before, at least not in a romantic sense.

Another breath. Another shuddery breath.

Wonder how it's gonna feel.

(It's gonna suck.)

No fucking shit.

If it can't last, why agree to it at all?

I rub hard at my eyes, grinding palms into sockets.

If it can't last, why not tell him anyway?

Because I already fucking know! Don't need to hear it from him, don't wanna hear it from—

If it can't last, why does it matter what he thinks?

“…Stupid fucking note.”

It was nice to see it on the desk this morning

(Someone took the time, wrote it, left it in here. Someone cares.)

Someone's playing a sick fucking joke, more like.

What if it's genuine?

I scoff ragged, squeezing fingers around the back of my neck.

(Tina cares. So does Verda. The whole team, so many others, I know, and I believe them all but I don't. I can't.)

What if you didn't deserve it?

I did. I stayed and I did. My fault. Fucking stupid, like he always said.

(All Mason ever speaks is care. In a thousand different ways of touch, in silence, in lingering looks, he cares.)

What if you can be loved?

What if you can?

A brittle laugh wheezes past my lips and shoots toward something hysterical, boosted by acid burn and cloying petals and that churning, churning tightness. My shoulders hunch high around my ears while the sound pitches even higher, lungs immolated and screaming along, nails digging, cutting crescents as I shake and curl tighter, smaller, compacting into stiffness hard enough to rival diamonds, every muscle verging on a cramp and my throat is stinging and my eyes are on fire, hot, wet, and the door is closed, the blinds shut, and maybe I could just— this time— if I stayed quiet, I could—

I could—

But I don't.

I swallow once, twice, suck down, blink it away, then snap upright and get back to work. There's too much shit, not enough time.

Never enough time, not for that.

For you

(Remember to eat lunch.)

I don't.

I don't really remember talking to anyone either. Or finishing paperwork. Answering email. Clearing the inbox backlog, digital and otherwise, but the stack depletes, the numbers go down, Tina gives me shit from the doorway, and soon the peripheral lights tick off overhead in the foyer, a mop bucket rattles its rounds, darkness crept into my office at some point for a visit and now it's here to stay, just its quiet company along with the monitor blasting eye strain, clacking keys, tight shoulders, a headache, and then—

A familiar ass plops down on my desk and scares the shit out of me.

I jerk back in the chair, wheels rolling, hand over heart to keep it from pounding free and Mason looms above it all, bathed in harsh blues, deep shadows, a deeper frown, and eyes that refuse to obey the rules of any ambient illumination.

Right now? They're crinkled soft, even as they scrutinize.

He looks… worried.

When did he even open my door?

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“…Yeah,” I mutter. A lie, an obvious one, but I fight the urge to glance away and dare him to call me out anyway. “You need something, sunshine?”

A muscle in his jaw twitches. “You're late.”

“For what?”

We didn't make plans.

“Getting home.”

Fuck.

I sigh, slumping in the seat, and now I'm looking away, now I'm backing down, running a hand through my hair, mussing and tangling, just like he always does when he's uncertain.

And when the hell did I start doing that?

“Yeah, I'm still behind on shit from my vacation. I was gonna stay late tonight, try and catch up…” I explain, because Tina and I also didn't make plans this year.

(Because she's been marinating in smugness ever since I sighed and told her about the relationship. Because she dropped that shit-eating smirk earlier—that I remember, at least—dripping suggestion all over my office as she waggled her brows and winked and made obnoxious kissy faces until I shoved her out the door, but not before she told me to 'have lots of fun tonight, Alexandra.')

Sure.

“Sorry I didn't text. I… forgot.”

That tightness in my stomach does another loop, and I huff a quiet breath.

Stupid fucking note.

Mason folds his arms. “…The fuck is going on with you?”

Concern blunts the teeth of his words, not that there's any real bite. There never is, not with him, but I tense up anyway, expecting it, expecting to be ripped open.

Blood and pain.

I'd tense up no matter how he asked.

It's okay

(He's not Bobby.)

“Nothing,” I reply, folding my arms, eyes down, “just…”

It's okay

(He's not looking to hurt.)

Probably will anyway, but fuck it. I already know his answer.

Let's just get it over with.

“You didn't leave me a valentine earlier, did you?” My gaze snaps to his. “On my desk?”

Mason scoffs. “Why the hell would I do that?”

This time, it stabs instead of twists, higher up, somewhere in my chest. Something sharp instead of dull.

Disappointment? …Relief? I'm not sure.

Just that it stings.

And it's nighttime, so maybe he feels it too, and maybe that's why he unfolds his arms and shifts toward me, boot heel dangling by the bottom drawer while his voice drops to a softness that matches his accent. “What it say?”

“Nothing,” I repeat, even quieter than him. “Just someone fucking with me. It doesn't matter.”

It does

(Shouldn't lie, not to him. Don't need to. Don't want to, don't like it.)

Mason doesn't like it either, but he doesn't push it. Neither do I.

We look away from each other.

The office swelters around us, too stuffy, too small. Too silent and uncomfortable now to stay. I roll forward to save my work, then turn the computer off and Mason's already waiting for me by the door, a dark silhouette framed by distant fluorescent, my coat and bag hanging off his arms. He pulls me in while I put it all on, yanking me by lapels before abandoning them for the sweater on my lower back, the loose hair at my nape. His lips brush against mine in slow movements, soft nibbling, and he's whispering something to me with it all, with the strokes of his fingers and the circle of our chins, but I can't quite hear.

So ask

(He'll answer—and he won't lie.)

I swallow, then I do.

“…What kind of kiss was that?”

“Dunno.” He shrugs beneath my hands, breath tickling my face. “I want you to feel better.”

“Oh.”

A shadow flits behind his eyes.

“…And if he's still bothering you, I'm gonna break his fucking jaw again.”

I chuckle softly. “Pretty sure it wasn't him this time.”

“Good.” Mason nibbles another kiss, then smirks. “Might still do it anyway.”

That gets a laugh from both of us, one that sprawls into a pause, grey eyes locked to mine while our grins fade out and our breath catches on everything unspoken and nameless rushing in to take the space.

Honesty. It's what I try to speak. Trailing up from the emotional ooze, raw and sticky.

I hope he can fucking see it, hear it cry, but I wipe it off and whisper the words into shape anyway, cheeks flaming, just to be sure—

“I'm sorry, I just… I don't wanna talk about it now.”

—and he answers me with a brush of his mouth, with his tongue parting my lips, with the way he teases into me before licking deeper, the way he jerks our hips together then shoves, a knee between my thighs, my back into a wall, a door frame, a sharp corner, a low groan rumbling up his chest directly into mine and I hear it all this time, in his breathy panting at the edge of our kiss, the firmness in his fingers angling my face to his, the solid heat of his cock pressed hard against me, grinding slow while I cling tight and moan, I hear it all, but he sucks my lip in with a sharp inhale, rolls me around his mouth before releasing with a drag of teeth, and he murmurs it aloud anyway, just to be sure—

“I know, sweetheart. It's fine.”

—then he nips down hard, and it's hard not to smile, hard not to laugh, harder still not to nip that asshole right back, so I don't.

Hold back, that is.

Our lips are swollen and sore by the time the station door swings shut behind us.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc m #twc mason #mason x detective #mason #the detective #zfic #alex/mason #alexandra black

[cals-laundry]

A Picture Says A Thousand Words, A Video Says More

You toss the hoodie aside and open Snapchat instead. It feels so naughty and you find yourself enjoying it all a little more than you thought. You snap a picture, but as you hit send, the sound from your laptop still playing Netflix makes you jump. You feel silly. “Stupid; getting scared over something that small.”

Relationship: Touya Todoroki x GN! Reader Words: 2,156 Tags: sibling incest, fake sex, acted sex, sex toys

Only your big brother can fix your ruined Valentine’s plans.

You twist and turn in front of the mirror, you take everything in, and you almost can’t believe it’s you . You'd gone all out, right down to the garter belt and stockings. Your parents, brothers, and sister all had plans for Valentine’s day too, but they had left in the last while. Except Touya, you could hear his shower running. You’d taken extra care in getting ready this time, and you have to say, you feel hot. Your boyfriend would be drooling in no time. Speak of the Devil; your phone buzzes, and you see his name on the screen with a little heart emoji after it. No doubt excitement, maybe even a cheeky little picture of his own.

“Hey, babe! I’m so sorry but something came up, gotta cancel tonight. See you Tuesday?”

Disappointment bubbles in you, and hot tears spring forth with no warning. All that excitement, the joy, that self confidence runs down the drain at his words. Maybe you were a fool for even getting this into it. A door slams somewhere; Touya must have left. With no audience, even an accidental one, you let the tears flow fully, and you decide to welcome in the oldest cliché you can; you throw a hoodie on over your lingerie and you go digging in the freezer for some ice cream. You feel so stupid now. Maybe you should have taken the lingerie off fully. You groan in annoyance and instead of whining internally, you settle against the counter and dig your spoon into the ice cream. Your family wouldn’t be home for hours. Or so you thought.

“What are you still doing here?” Touya walks into the room, freshly showered, cologne on, and dressed pretty well for him.

“Boyfriend cancelled.”

“Ouch. Fuckin’ sucks. You alright?”

You shrug.

“I’ve got ice cream and Netflix.”

You hide the part about having dildos better than his dick.

“Y’sure? It’s shitty of him to cancel on Valentine’s. Even if it’s a shitty day anyway.”

“You can say that; you have a date.”

“How d’ya know?”

“Shirt.”

“Pfft, maybe I wanna look nice for friends.”

“Doubtful. Keigo doesn’t even know how to button a shirt.”

He laughs at your comment, but then, rounds the counter to make for the fridge. And stops.

“The fuck you wearing?”

You choke on ice cream and try to huddle into your hoodie.

“Shit, I thought everyone was out when I came down,” you grab the ice cream and your spoon and leave before embarrassment can swallow you whole. You don’t hear whatever Touya calls after you, but you might be better for it.

* Sitting around in lingerie, eating ice cream, and watching Netflix isn’t so bad. It makes you feel like one of those people in a photoshoot. But every so often you remember why you’re stuck like this at all and it just makes your chest swell with hurt. But at the same time, the brush of lace against your sex, the way the stockings feel when you move, it’s all so...teasing. You can’t help but enjoy the sensation, and it isn’t long before it turns to full blown arousal. And why waste that? Your mind juggles accepting your boyfriend’s apology and not, and lands at the middle; why not show him just how much he’s missing? You pose in front of the mirror as you had earlier, and sneak a picture first. Not bad. You toss the hoodie aside and open Snapchat instead. It feels so naughty and you find yourself enjoying it all a little more than you thought. You snap a picture, but as you hit send, the sound from your laptop still playing Netflix makes you jump. You feel silly.

“Stupid; getting scared over something that small.”

You snap another picture and another and another - a simple pose with that hoodie from earlier, touching yourself loosely, bent over with your hole obscured by only the lace - and for each one, you just hit “last snap”; safest way to avoid accidents. After your little photoshoot, you get just a little too brave. You face the mirror, spread your legs, and hit record as you pull the lace to the side to tease yourself. Two lubed fingers slip into your hole with practiced ease but you moan all the same. You send it quickly before you can back out, and then, you send another video; this time as you fill your hole with something bigger and wider and made of silicone. You cast your phone aside and the irritation from earlier is forgotten. Instead you bask at the fullness of that dildo inside you, even as you miss the warmth of the real thing. You moan shamelessly, beg and plead and your back arches as you get closer and closer and your voice peaks into some high pitched whine.

Then the door slams.

You quieten yourself but the footsteps are quick, angry. Your door bursts open and you can barely fix your eyes on Touya when he crosses the room as you desperately try to hide yourself.

“You cheeky, slutty little shit,” he shoves your knees apart where you’ve put them together.

“Touya, what are you doing?!”

He just laughs and admires the way your hole stretches around the dildo before he grabs the end and pulls slowly.

“You thought you could fuckin’ get away with it, huh? Just because your boyfriend is shitty?”

He thrusts it back into you and you moan. Every shuffle away and he hooks an arm under your legs to pull you back.

“Touya, stop!”

“What? Don’t want it now that I’m here for real?”

You stop. His eyes are on yours but as you stop, anger and frustration melt away and he looks dumbfounded.

“Well?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Tryna play dumb?” he quirks a brow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

He snorts.

“Are you trying to tell me you already forgot sending me those snaps?”

Your stomach goes icy cold, but he keeps talking.

“You already forgot that photo of you bent over with this cute little ass all covered with some message about wishing I was here?”

He sets a pace with the dildo and you can’t speak up.

“You already forgot the video of you showing off your hole before fucking it for me?”

Your stomach drops like lead but he doesn’t stop.

“I-I didn’t mean to!”

“Sure, play whatever game you want to make yourself feel better; your big brother is still going to fuck you until you never want another cock.”

You shudder at the words.

“T-Touya, I didn’t….I wasn’t...I sent those to the wrong person.”

He stills. And he pales. And suddenly, he looks sick.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I was trying to like...show my boyfriend what he was missing. I...I hit your name by accident.”

He pulls back and suddenly, he looks so guilty.

“Holy shit, holy shit, okay, fuck, I, uh, I- I’m so sorry, I should go, I-”

But as he stands to leave, the dildo he’d been keeping inside your sloppy hole drops out and you catch him looking at how your hole involuntarily clenches. He stares for a beat too long...but you don’t hate it. He swallows, and you reach between your legs again to find the dildo and press it back against you. He swallows again and edges forward.

“P-put it back in.”

Such a change in tone, but before you can mock him for it, he shoves his jeans and underwear down, and he fists his cock with a sigh of relief.  You can’t deny his request at that sight. You push it in, deep as it can go, and pull out. And you know he’s matching you. It’s sort of silly when he steps closer and places the tip of himself against your skin with his hand around it. As you push in, he pushes his hips forward until he can see just how deep he could be. He watches, fucking you only in theory, and your heart flutters at the way he looks down at you. He looks...good. Really good. And you miss the enthusiastic, eager man he was just moments ago. He groans and his head falls back, and without thinking, you press into yourself a little harder and gasp out “Touya!” His eyes flick to yours.

“Was that real?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise, Touya.”

“Wait.”

He leaves and before you can question it, he’s back beside you with something in his hand.

“I’m gonna just...put this right here,” he places it on your stomach and holds it in place, “can you keep...can I…” he doesn’t want to say it but you know. You touch his hand, move it from the fleshlight, and wiggle your garter belt over it to hold it in place. His hands plant at either side of your hips, and you reach between the pair of you to grip the base of your dildo again. With a nod, you pull out until just the tip rests there and he lines himself up with his toy. Together, you press forward, and silly as it all seemed, it feels...right. The brush of his hips and the pace itself makes it feel like it’s him. And that thrills you in ways you can’t explain. Each press of silicone gets faster, and he waits, he matches you each time, but his hands are unruly. They hold your waist, caress your cheek, hold your hand, anything they can do within reason. Without touching where they shouldn’t. And the fantasy of it melts away. You forget it. You simply let your head fall back and your knees press to his waist, and you moan and whine and beg. The snap of his hips makes you work faster, and in turn, his thrusts pick up. Your arm wraps around his shoulders, and the pair of you stare between your legs. Your voice hitches as his balls slap against that spot, the one you love most, and you whine for him.

“Again, again, please,” your head rolls back as he nods, and somehow, he hits it again, and you lose it to the fantasy.

“Fuck, Touya, it’s so good, it’s so good, please, I’m close,” you moan the words so shamelessly and he swears at them under his breath,

“I know, I know, I-I can feel it. You’re squeezing me so fucking good, I wanna cum.”

“Cum in me, please, I need it, please!”

His hips lose all pattern and your hand does too. It dissolves to desperation; his hair tickles your forehead, his grip turns too tight, and the slap of him against you is so eager, so strong, and it slips out before you can stop it.

“Big brother!”

Your orgasm threatens, but he leans down close to whisper against your ear.

“You want your big brother’s cum?”

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Cum in me, big brother, please, I need it, I wanna feel it, I- fuck, I’m gonna cum, Touya, please, big brother, I’m gonna-” your voice breaks into a sob and you cling to him too tight. The peak of your orgasm is there, but it needs one last push before it crashes through you.

“I’m gonna cum in you, I’m gonna cum, keep going, cum with your big brother.”

That does it. You throw your head back and desperately try to keep your pace as you call his name, but his hips still, and his hands grab your hips and pull you against him so hard that it pushes the dildo just right and you whine out “big brother!”. He’s muttering under his breath; “take it, take it, fuck, you take all my cum so fucking good.”

You gasp for air, legs still pinned against his sides, but your bliss is shortlived. Downstairs, the front door opens, and Touya, quick as a whip, is off of you, toy forgotten as he buttons up and leaves the room with only a single glance over his shoulder. You rush too, and once in your shower, the guilt teases at you. You clean his toy and your own, and when you settle to bed, it’s with a weary heart at just how much you prayed it would all happen again.

*

Days pass. You and Touya can’t even look at each other, not even alone. But he misses it as much as you do.

Sometime much too early, your door creaks open, and searching hands sneak over your locker for something forgotten.

“Bathroom,” you mutter before you roll onto your side and he disappears in there before coming back. There’s a pop of a cap, a slick sound, and Touya nudges the hard end of it between your thighs before he curls against your back. You hear his sigh of relief mingle with a squelching sound before he speaks.

“Hold it steady for your big brother?”

#lemon #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x reader #tw: incest

[tahitianmangoes]

The Story of Ephraim Bird

Sister Amata woke suddenly. She's not the type to wake during the night so suddenly, usually a heavy sleeper but that night felt different somehow. She left her sleeping quarters, the stone floors freezing under bare feet. 

The sound was faint, so faint hat she half wondered whether it was in her head but she followed it, somehow she knew she had to, right to the door of the convent. She opened it gingerly, knowing she’d be in trouble if Mother Superior caught her.

She realised, as she saw a basket on the front step of the convent that she had been woken for a reason. She knelt down beside the basket and the sound became louder; the cooing and gurgling of a baby. The baby was sleeping quite soundly, not undernourished or in distress.

Sister Amata took the baby inside and the convent decided to take care of it.

A baby boy. They called him Ephraim.

Ephraim grew up in the convent which was located a little over the border from New Austin, past Hennigan’s Stead. It was a pleasant childhood, perhaps a more sheltered childhood than most - Ephraim would help the nuns around the convent, fixing what needed fixing or running errands for them. 

He realised early on that he liked to help people - he found being needed and depended upon was addictive.

He would drive the wagon to Blackwater every Sunday for the service there and studied the bible alongside the nuns back at the convent. At first he was unquestioning and took comfort in the pages of the book but as he grew, he saw other children his age whenever he went to the Macfarlane’s Ranch to get supplies or even when he drove the nuns to Strawberry for their evangelism… They always seemed so happy and normal. They had their friends and their toys and most importantly, they had their parents.

He was eleven or at the oldest twelve when he asked Sister Amata about his parents.

She smiled gently at him, slipping her arm around his shoulders and squeezing him. “I knew this day would come,” she said more to herself than Ephraim. “The truth is, dear boy, we don’t know for certain.”

Ephraim hadn’t prepared himself for this answer. He blinked up at the nun who had raised him with unwavering love, kindness and benevolence, her clear, blue eyes met Ephraim’s.

“I had my thoughts over the years…”

“Tell me..!” Ephraim pleaded almost desperately. 

Sister Amata smiled kindly at the boy. “Well, there was a young woman who used to come to the church over in Blackwater. Always on her own she was but she came every Sunday without fail. I would talk to her and she was polite but never really said too much… I noticed that she was in the family way but when I asked her, poor girl started sobbin’... She wasn’t married but the man she was layin’ with was. She didn’t say much about him but he was important, that was clear and he wasn’t interested in havin’ a family with her or financing her and a baby...”

Ephraim chewed his lip. “Was she my mother?”

“I don’t know for sure, dear boy. But a few months later, sure enough you were left outside on our doorstep and that poor girl stopped coming to church.”

“What did she look like?” Ephraim asked shyly. His whole life he had searched the faces of women he didn’t know hoping to see something familiar looking back at him, hoped to run into her one day in the general store or at the butchers or even just on the trail. He dreamed about her coming to the convent to take him away with her where they would live happily together.  But she never did. 

When he caught his reflection in a mirror or water, he wondered what part of him was from her? Her eyes? Her mouth? And his father? Maybe the brow or nose?

He didn't look like anyone else he knew; his skin was coffee coloured suggesting maybe Mexican or Native… His eyes round and hazel, nose crooked and lips wide and full. His hair was sleek and straight, dark mahogany. He was without a doubt handsome, but what did that matter? he’d been discarded, like trash. 

"Why, she looked just like you." Sister Amata answered with a wistful tone to her voice. 

Ephraim did his best to stop his eyes from filming over with tears, clenching his fist in his lap so the nails dug into the soft flesh of his palm. “W-why didn’t she love me?”

Ephraim was taken aback when Sister Amata threw back her head in a light-hearted laugh. “Oh Ephraim, your mother loved you very much. She loved you enough to carry you and birth you and then to make the difficult decision to give you to people who would take care of you in a way that maybe she couldn’t.” 

Ephraim swallowed, unconvinced.

"I'll let you into a secret, child, mothers don't tend to give their babies up due to lack of caring… Usually due to caring too much."

Ephraim wrinkled his nose at this. He couldn’t quite believe her, even if she was a nun.

By age thirteen, Ephraim began to question everything. If God loved everyone then why did people suffer? Those poor folk in Armadillo dying of sickness and beggars in Blackwater thankful for even a cent thrown their way. If God loved everyone, why did Ephraim’s parents abandon him?

Maybe Sister Amata could see him becoming contemptuous and jaded because she tried to talk to him, to involve him more but the more she did, the more he withdrew until, when he was fifteen, he left the convent. 

He missed Sister Amata dearly, she was the closest thing to family he had and maybe ever would have. But he needed to find himself somehow and he couldn’t do that confined in the convent’s four walls. 

Ephraim was naïve and didn’t know the way of the world. For that reason, he ended up falling in with gangs when he shouldn’t have but he found himself attracted to them. 

A few months after he had left the convent, he found himself weary and starving, feet blistered from walking and exhausted from the relentless New Austin sun. He collapsed somewhere outside of Benedict Pass and when he awoke again, he was lying on a bedroll and could smell cooked meat. When he sat up slowly and let his eyes adjust to the darkness of the evening, he could make out a large camp. He could hear chatter and laughter. That meat smelled delicious.

“Estas despierto?”

Ephraim started, looking around wildly at where the voice had come from to see a man who must have been in his late thirties or so, he was average build with a goatee and moustache, piercing dark eyes the held him in their gaze sitting beside him on a small stool.

He repeated himself, voice deep and for some reason, cast fear in Ephraim. 

“I...I don’t understand.” Ephraim stammered.

“Ah, English…” The man responded. He didn’t say anything else for a few moments and then, “are you hungry?”

Ephraim nodded hesitantly. 

“Then let’s eat!”

“Eat?” Ephraim repeated.

The man raised a thick eyebrow at Ephraim, “you think I would leave you to starve?  Flaco Hernandez might be a bastard, but I am not the devil.”

That was his name, Flaco Hernandez. He was the leader of a gang of ten or so men. He treated Ephraim with surprising care, feeding and watering him, letting him recuperate in the camp for as long as he needed. Flaco was unlike anyone Ephraim had ever met, he was boisterous, loud and had a presence that made most people shrink away. He fascinated Ephraim no end. And his gang, well they treated each other like brothers despite not being related in any way. But they were family. 

Ephraim rode with them for a while, going as far as Mexico for a month or two before they were chased by the law back into America. During this time, Ephraim learned to shoot a gun, albeit badly at first but his aim improved over time and he would often practice with empty whiskey bottles around the camo when the others were gone.

He tasted his first alcohol and had his first smoke, even had his first kiss. He learned to kill and skin an animal, how to clean and dress a wound, how to start a fire and take care of a camp. At the age of sixteen, he felt like a man and most importantly, he felt like part of something bigger than himself. He felt accepted.

But like all good things, it ended all too soon. Something had happened that caused a rift in the group - Ephraim had learned some Spanish here and there but not enough to understand the arguments. Some of the gang left for the Del Lobo. Ephraim wanted to stay with Flaco.

Flaco sighed and told him, “you’re a good boy but Flaco has to go alone. When you’re older, come and find me.”

He was being abandoned again.

He was eighteen now and Ephraim  had nothing but a horse and a revolver to his name after Flaco. He felt bitter and betrayed, his veins felt like they knotted and twisted themselves with venom. He didn’t hate Flaco for living him, he loved the man like a father and it hurt. It hurt so much that it brought stinging tears to his eyes. He spent his time in saloons, drinking until he forgot or blacked out. 

Soon enough the money dried up but his thirst for booze didn’t. He was no good at pickpocketing and lacked the guts to rob a homestead without a gang to back him up but he had befriended a working girl in a saloon in Valentine who suggested that maybe he could probably charge for his services, too.

“You’re pretty and young enough and there’s plenty of lonesome fellers out here prefer a man’s touch to a woman’s.”

Ephraim thought about it for a few days. He’d been propositioned before but had been so scared that he had fled the saloon and ended up sleeping on a bench outside the general store for the night. 

There were indeed plenty of lonely fellers out there, he knew that much. Sometimes they bought him drinks and talked to him, glad of the company of a handsome young man. Sometimes they laid their hand on his thigh and he would casually brush it off whilst talking to them. Not many of them tried to push it any further, one or two but Flaco had taught him how to deal with men who wouldn’t heed notice.

The need for drink made up his mind for him.

“Five dollars if you want me to jerk you off, ten if you want me to suck it and twenty-five to fuck.” Ephraim told his clients firmly. The words felt crass coming out of his mouth, never had he spoken like this before but the working girls had told him that boundaries were necessary in this business, lest he wanted to be taken advantage of. 

To say he liked the work would be a lie, but he liked being close to someone even if it was for a short bit. 

He could get more money in places like Saint Denis or Blackwater, steered clear of places like Strawberry where folk like him weren’t welcome. But he found that wherever he went, the men he met regardless of age or profession, were the same in a way; lonely and touch-starved like him. 

Some wanted to talk, to tell him how their wives wouldn’t fuck them anymore and that they just wanted someone to hold them, others didn’t want anything but his body. Some men returned to him a few times, taking him out for dinner or a show, showering him with compliments and gifts and paying him extra; they didn’t want the sex, just the company. Somehow that was worse.

Regardless, he always felt unclean and worthless afterwards, whether they’d fucked or not, when they left and he cleaned himself up...

What would Sister Amata say if she could see him now?

The money added up nicely and he was able to afford himself fine clothes and fancy lodgings. But no amount of pretty shirts or coats could fill the emptiness that people could. 

He drank more until the pain became nothing but numbness. Got into a few fights because of it and now bore the scar from a broken nose.  One of his regulars cooed as they stroked the scar carefully, “you need to be more careful. Wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty face, boy.”

****

After whoring for a while, he met a mysterious woman named Madam Nazar whose intricately painted cart played music and boasted of rare oddities. She was beautiful with long dark hair and bright green eyes, Ephraim had never seen a woman quite like her before. She sold him maps of hidden treasures and when he returned to her with those things, she paid him handsomely. 

He found himself on the trail a lot more because of this but it meant that he wasn’t selling himself as often and maybe that was for the better. 

The trail was a lonesome place, sometimes he went days without seeing a soul and when he did, he  became so excited, he wanted to greet them, lured in by the thought of having a conversation with someone other than his horse. He found out that this was not always the best thing to do, to his detriment. 

One afternoon while riding through Roanoke Ridge, he came across a man who was complaining of illness. He remembered those days in the convent when he had helped the nuns and the rush of pride he got from doing so and, eager to help, hopped down from his chestnut Arabian and went to the aide of the man.

When Ephraim got closer, the man rose to his feet and pointed a gun to his face. 

“Your money, now!” He demanded. 

Ephraim felt violated but more importantly, stupid. So darn stupid. He handed over his money and then, when the man turned to leave, he drew the revolver that Flaco Hernandez had given him and shot him in the back. 

He took his money back and whatever else the man had in his pockets. 

His hunger for blood was spent but his hunger for human contact was not.

 In 1898, Ephraim Bird  is 23 and travels the country looking for shiny trinkets and strange tarot cards to sell to the exquisite Madam Nazar, he tries to keep away from liquor but it seems it’s a vice he can’t shake. Along the way he beds many people in whatever town he stays in, some for cash and some for lust - men or women, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that he can pretend that he is wanted by someone, even if it is for a short bit.

#my oc #ephraim bird #new oc! #rdo #rdo oc #rdr2 #tw sex work #red dead edemption 2 #flaco hernandez

[razanartuk]

about me tag game thing

i was tagged by the wonderful @nothingunrealistic! thank you very much ily <3

under read more bc i was not capable of keeping my answers brief this time around

why did you choose your url?

this...was supposed to be a short explanation but it turned into quite a tale so strap in i guess because we are going on a ride. back in 2017 i was just getting into musical theatre rp and i was still feeling too shy to really talk to anyone ooc so i would just wait for people i wanted to interact with to post starter calls so i could just do things in character with them the easy way. So i did this with my friend cam, who posted a starter for me using a lyric from If I Could Tell Her. she linked the song so i could listen to it, so i did and i went ‘wait a minute, is that Ben Platt from Pitch Perfect?? (and other things too, but i only recognized his voice at the time bc of the acappella girl movies)’ and yes it certainly was.

i had zero idea what the plot of Dear Evan Hansen was about at that point, and for some reason based off Just That One Song and the poster art of who i assumed was Some Guy in a Polo Shirt i started to think it was about some jock guy who broke his arm and had an emo/goth friend who had either died or gone missing under mysterious circumstances. also i intuited that Evan had a crush on his friend’s sister but he couldn’t tell her that directly or his emo friend would kick his ass. so i was like mostly wrong, but a little bit right.

oh and i knew jared and alana were characters from the show bc cam said that they were i think?? but i had no idea what their role was. so after listening to if i could tell her, i listened to good for you and all i really got out of that was that evan the apparently not-jock guy had done...something... that really hurt jared and alana. and at that point i finally decided to go look up a plot synopsis and i found out i was waaay off base. but honestly this is why cast recordings should include scene dialogue in the songs bc otherwise you just get soundtracks like dear evan hansen where the songs have like. zero context. we really just go from waving through a window to for forever to sincerely me without like. any reason as to what is happening huh. It’s honestly not a surprise anymore that all those people on twitter had no idea the plot isn’t about gay teenagers.

anyways. cam was writing jared and she made a post at one point about wishing somebody would write alana and i was like ‘oh i could do that!’ (after i had actually Seen a bootleg and finally knew what the whole story was, of course) so i made a multimuse rp blog featuring alana beck, nabulungi hatimbi, chloe valentine and some other characters, and cam started sharing her headcanons with me that alana is trans, jared and alana were close friends when they were little kids but they sort of drifted apart as they got older and their priorities in life changed, jared was the first person alana came out to when she realized she’s trans, etc.

one night i started talking about wanting to pick a more theatre-relevant url for my blog and trans-[character name] urls were getting pretty popular, and at least 3 of the friends i made through rp had changed theirs to coordinating trans-[character name] and i think it was cam suggested i should make mine be trans-alana so i did. eventually i realized the unhyphenated version was available so i changed it to transalana with no hyphen and i have lived here ever since. sometimes i think about changing it but i feel like transalana has become a part of My Brand and i am not so great with coming up with cool names for things.

any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them

in theory, i have sideblogs... i don’t really use them, but of the ones i do have, there is:

emsbookblog - this was supposed to be where i would post excerpts of the book that i’m working on, but i think i did that maybe one time roughly 2 years ago and then promptly forgot about it/got nervous about my writing and was scared to share anything else. the rest of the stuff that is there is assorted writing tips. i don’t really know what to do with it now. i probably should post all my little thoughts about em and anita and caleb there instead of infodumping on my main from time to time, but if i do that then i have to promo a sideblog and direct people over to it which is always annoying to me when i could just do it on this blog which is much easier

dearnovelhansen - this is basically no longer used, but was a sideblog i made specifically to talk/complain about the novel adaptation of Dear Evan Hansen which was about 3 years ago?? maybe? i can’t be trusted to understand the passage of time. but to summarize: i thought it was an honor just to have the story be made more accessible since many of us couldn’t see the stage performance, but i hated a lot of the creative liberties that were taken. my main grumbles are that everyone who isn’t evan or connor is done so dirty in the novel. connor’s still kind of done dirty in the book, but not as much as like. heidi, alana, jared, and zoe are.

horseisle3 - this one was meant to be a place where i could just enthusiastically post screenshots from hi3, but instead it turned into a blog where i occasionally reblog other players’ hi3 content and bitch about how bad the game admins are bc hi3 is the tumblr famous (infamous?) homophobic horse game. the game where it was once okay to call your club store the gulag bc according to their head of hr, ‘it’s just a russian word for prison’ but you can’t say ‘im gay’ without somebody accusing you of corrupting young children who play the game. unfortunately there aren’t very many good interactive horse games out there, so this one is still about as good as it gets. it’s either that or star stable and i don’t care about star stable.

mlaenie - i’ve had this url saved for i don’t even know how long. way way way back in the day when i wanted to escape from the clutches of the onceler fandom i abandoned my first blog where i basically had an alter ego i guess?? and i decided to just be myself on the new blog. i don’t fully remember who came up with it, but one of my sister’s mutuals suggested that if you scrambled the letters in your name you could come up with aesthetic-looking urls. so lauren’s url became lrauen, and to match with her mine became mlaenie, which i abandoned on tumblr after about a year or so? but have continued to use as my main username on twitter, reddit, youtube, xbox, steam, and discord. i barely ever use any of these accounts aside from twitter, steam, and xbox, but yeah. so i’ve decided to try and turn this empty sideblog into a place for video game thoughts maybe. we’ll see how long it lasts this time around.

how long have you been on tumblr?

i made my first tumblr account in december of 2010, but i didn’t understand how to use it at all or how to customize my theme to look cool and unique so i quickly abandoned it. i made a new account in september of 2011 after some kids at school and my sister told me i should and i have been trapped here with varying degrees of activity/inactivity ever since. i have witnessed the rise and fall of the lorax/onceler fandom, hyperfocused on lord of the rings, star wars and back to the future all at the same time, and for the past 4 years i’ve mostly been a musical theatre blog with assorted other fandom stuff mixed in. i feel i have seen everything and nothing, but mostly i’m just tired and bored.

do you have a queue tag?

no bc i don’t use a queue. i’ve tried using it in the past but i irrationally feel pressured to sustain a coherent theme to queued posts and my brain simply does not vibe with that so i just don’t use it at all anymore. Instead i instantly reblog or post several unrelated thoughts in succession and then don’t post again at all for 3 days. the way god intended

why did you start your blog in the first place?

my very first blog was intended to be a place for me to post all of my petz 5 animals’ profile info, but i didn’t have any understanding of how coding worked at all and i don’t think i really wanted to learn, either. so it just sat there, unused. my second attempt at blogging was as a classic rock fandom person, so as you can probably imagine i was pretty pretentious about ‘modern pop’ vs the beatles, the rolling stones, the who, the monkees, and so on. and then i slowly devolved into a lorax fandom blog and everything went to shit so i made a new blog for lord of the rings/the hobbit which later evolved to include star wars and back to the future blogging. and then for the past 4 years i’ve been mainly a musical theatre blog with other random stuff i like thrown haphazardly into the pot. wonderful.

why did you choose your icon/pfp?

because my url is transalana and two of my most prominent lgbt headcanons are that alana beck is trans and a lesbian. i gotta be shouting out @kinqmike though bc she’s the one i adopted the trans alana beck headcanon from in the first place!

why did you choose your header?

in 2017 i was hyperfixating on Dear Evan Hansen (and Be More Chill, but there weren’t many gif-able videos then considering it ran for a month in New Jersey in 2015 and there was only one yet-to-resurface 35 minute bootleg) so i just grabbed a random gif off of google. i really should get to replacing it with a new header of my own though. i just don’t know what i should do for it.

what’s your post with the most notes?

i have lost track of how many notes it has (i think it’s somewhere around 200 now?) but when Will Roland and George Salazar performed Two Player Game on Good Morning America, i posted a screencap of their Jeremy and Michael along with that one quiz answer meme that says stuff like ‘i want to see it grow up healthy’. i didn’t tag it with any ship names or anything because i was anxious about having it show up in the tags, but somebody who reblogged it from me did tag it as boyf riends and i firmly believe it took off because of that. i don’t think i make posts that are relevant enough to amass thousands of notes, even by accident. which is probably a good thing bc if i did i would have to block so many of them.

how many followers do you have?

on this blog? 175 according to the counter. how many of those are still real people and how many are bots and abandoned accounts? i have no idea.

how many people do you follow?

i try to keep it somewhere around 200. i think i’m sitting at 180 right now but i kind of need to go through and clear out the really inactive blogs.

have you made a shitpost?

let’s think about this for a second. i’ve been on tumblr for nearly 10 years. you might even be able to say i’ve made more than one. they’re just not what you would call...popular shitposts.

how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ post?

that stuff makes me so incredibly anxious that i have to fight the urge to want to yeet my laptop or mobile device through the closest window whenever i read it, so i try very hard to avoid any sort of ‘if you don’t reblog this, i’m judging you’ posts. i find them very manipulative and not particularly helpful

do you like tag games?

yeah babey!! i just frequently forget to do them, but please know that if you have ever tagged me in a tag game i felt incredibly touched by the gesture and the @mention even if i completely forgot to do the thing afterward

do you like ask games?

i do! but also rip to literally anyone who has ever sent me an ask meme bc it takes me so long to answer them. i’m still working on a micro fic prompt from a few weeks ago. also, horrified to realized that it has in fact been a few weeks and not 3 days anymore.

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i don’t know that any are tumblr famous as a whole. but probably @neverheardnothing

do you have a crush on a mutual?

in any sort of romantic connotation? no. not that i’m aware of. there are mutuals that i have friend crushes on where i want to be friends with them but i get so anxious when it comes to meeting new people that usually nothing ever comes of it. i’m really not good at small talk or other casual conversation either which, as you may or may not be able to imagine, sucks. i just wanna skip over all of the awkward introductions and ‘hey how are you, how is life, what are you doing with yourself?’ stuff. not because i don’t care about it. i do, but i think most of my friends/the people i want to be my friends are also depressed and anxious so asking these basic questions about life tends to uh. make us all nervous. and i don’t do much with my life so i always have the most boring answers anyways.

i’m not tagging anyone officially bc the @ thing has just completely given up on me at this point, but if you want to do it, go for it. and then say i tagged you so i can read it c:

#mel.rtf #abt me #tag games

[bbaronpiper]

Moment of weakness pt.3

Finally, here’s the last part. Sorry it took so long to post. I was busy and got stuck somewhere in the story. Anyway, it’s quite long than the previous parts. I hope you like it. <3

Paragraphs on Italic are lyrics form Lany’s songs I don’t wanna love you anymore and If you see her. I just altered some words to fit it with the story.

You can read the previous parts here. Part 1 Part 2

Arón x reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

I used to love these sheets Dark hair against the white I missed watching you get dressed in our hazy bedroom light

Sometimes I just wanna talk for a minute But I can't bring myself to call Because I know that your heart's not really in it And whatever we had is gone

It’s been ten long months since I last saw him or had any contact with him. The first few months were the hardest. I missed him terribly. His scent, his voice, everything. Even his snoring. I’m lying if I say that going back to him and forgiving him didn’t cross my mind. Not after I heard what he said in his sleep. “She’s not worth it, Bebé”. Five words. Just five words but it haunts me every single night. His voice was still ringing in my head over and over again like it was just yesterday.

It’s been ten long months  and I’m doing a lot better now. I have a new job, new apartment, new friends.

Sick of staring up at the ceiling The only way to get past this feeling Is to tell myself I’m not coming back

The sound of my phone ringing snapped me back into reality. It was Danna. Probably confirming if I will be coming over to her place this afternoon. She called me two weeks ago inviting me to her birthday party. Out of all of his friends, me and Danna was the closest. I loved her outgoing personality. I love her like a sister. I didn’t even felt an inch of jealousy when Arón gave her a rose on Valentine’s day. Hell, I would’ve given her one myself too.

“Hola chica! See you later! You don’t have a choice! You promised! Okay! Bye!” she said enthusiastically and hang up the phone. She didn’t even give me time to answer. Typical Danna. I just laughed to myself as I get up from the bed and start to get ready.

I thought of backing out and watch Netflix in the comfort of my own apartment instead. But I convinced myself that it was time. Besides, I’m doing a lot better now right?

“I can do this. It’s been a while and It’s just a party” I said to myself as you rang the door bell to Danna’s house. Danna opened the door and squealed so loud I thought my ears are gonna bleed.

“Bitch you came! I missed you! I had to hug you just to confirm I’m not seeing things!” She laughed and winked at me. I laughed and gave her the dirty finger in return.

“I missed you too! Happy birthday, hermana!” I said as she leads me to her backyard.  There I saw everyone: Ester, Alvaro, Omar, Mina, Miguel, Itzan, all of Elite’s casts and a few of Danna’s friends, whom I didn’t know. Everyone was there except him. He was nowhere to be found and it gave me a slight comfort as I sighed in relief.

They were all looking at me like they’ve seen a ghost. Probably shocked that I came after all this time. I can’t blame them though. At times like this, I would be thankful if the ground opened and swallowed me whole. It was Omar who came running up to me screaming my name excitedly. “Y/N! I see you came down from Mars now, eh? Damn, girl. We missed you a lot!” he said laughing at his own joke while hugging me so tight. “So I see, you haven’t changed a bit huh?” I loved that about Omar. His sarcastic but fun personality always makes me laugh. “I missed you too. Hot stuff!” I said truthfully. They all hugged me and said their I miss you’s eventually. I felt something inside me. Like a spark of joy. I missed these people so dearly.

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I am now sitting alone in a wooden lawn chair sipping on my drink as I watched everyone. A smile plastered across my lips. Thinking this wasn’t a bad idea after all. When Danna called me, I was sure I wouldn’t be going. I couldn’t be around these people. There was a reason why I cut ties with them. Not because I wanted to but because I needed to. They really did become a family to me but this wasn’t my life anymore – not after what happened with him.

“Y/N! Smile!” Danna appeared out of nowhere with her phone trying to take a selfie with me. She and Omar laughed so hard when they saw the photo. “You guys are the worst! I wasn’t ready!” I said pretending to be pissed but laughed with them after I saw myself. The laughter died down eventually. Omar was now sitting beside me while Danna sat across from us. “But Y/N, how are you doing, really?” Omar asked seriously. Oh boy here it comes. “I’m doing good” I answered simply. They both looked at me as if they know I’m holding back. “No, really. I’m doing a lot better than I thought I would be.” Danna smiled at me proudly as Omar put his head on my shoulder. “That’s good to know Y/N, it was nice seeing you today. It’s been so long.” She said. “I just don’t think you’re aware how much you’ve been missed, Chica.” Omar added.

The smile I had faded away as a heart wrenching guilt dawned on me. I sigh as I remember all the last-minute cancellation of plans I had with them. All those rejected calls. They even came over to check up on me but I didn’t open the door for them. I completely shut them out of my life when all they wanted was to be there for me. That’s how fucked up I am. He really did a number on me. Suddenly I felt the need to at least explain and apologize. I owe them that. “Guys, you know I’m really s-” Omar cut me off as he squeezed my knee. “Y/N, it’s okay. We understand why you did it.” I smiled at him as my tears are now threatening to build up. But these tears are different from the ones I shed the past months. This was tears of joy. “We all had bad break ups, Y/N and we all have our own way on dealing with it and that was yours. You did it to save yourself and we couldn’t use that against you.” Danna added as she looked at me with happy tears on her eyes. Oh god, now I am crying. “Thank you guys, that means a lot to me”.

The door bell rang once again. “I got it!” Danna announced. Leaving me alone with Omar. He then grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “Okay chica, enough of this now. It’s time to parttteeyyy!!!” He dragged me where everyone was. Itzan and Jorge are now dancing on top of a table. While Ester and Mina, laughing their asses off. I can’t believe I survived ten months without these crazy people.

Arón’s P.O.V

Just look at us You'd never bet against our love Got that kind of thing that lasts Table for two She said "for life" so I'm confused How'd she turn it off so fast

Well, I wasn’t confused how she’d turn it off so fast. I mean, I broke her heart. It’s been ten long months since the last time I saw her and I’ve been dreading to see her. Damn, I’d settle even just for her silhouette just to make sure she’s safe.  Not that I didn’t try. I did. But there’s no way I could find her. She completely cut ties with everyone and it was all because of me.

She won’t talk to me anymore So if you see her Tell her I’d do anything, I need her I know I’m not perfect but we were She says she doesn’t love me don’t believe her If you see her

It’s a hot summer afternoon and I’m here on my balcony smoking, staring at the sky. It’s all I ever do nowadays and write songs to reflect what I’m feeling. That’s the only thing that keeps me sane. Bored out of my mind, I decided to open Instagram and saw Danna posted stories of her birthday cake, her house decorations, and birthday greetings from her friends. I totally forgot what today was supposed to be. But it’s fine, I don’t feel like coming anyway. That’s until I saw her last post. It was a picture of her and omar, and Y/N. I blinked twice making sure it was really my Y/N. it was a bit blurred like she was caught off guard. But I know my Y/N too well. I know it was her. I quickly throw my cigarette on the ground, stomp on it and got on my car. I drove so fast as anxiety took the best of me. I think I broke every single law on my way over to Danna’s. I rang her door bell as I waited impatiently.

She opened the door and smirked devilishly when she saw it was me. Like she knows why I’m here and it was not because it’s her birthday. “Sooo, look who decided to show up” I hugged her and wished her happy birthday. Act natural I thought but I’m so close on peeing myself. “They’re out at the back. Go grab yourself some drinks at the bar. You know your way around here, chico” Danna spoke again and wink at me before disappearing out of my sight. I did what I was told. I was about to go out to the garden when I froze in track. There I saw her with everyone. Goofing around. My Y/N. She looked so beautiful. Her hair was now shorter than I remember. She’s in a floral summer mini dress which complement her curves. She was glowing. She looked so happy.

I felt my stomach flip at the sight of her. Excitement now replaced with fear. I’m scared that I’d hurt her again. How would she react when she see me? Will her smile fade the moment she found out I’m here? I don’t think I can do this to her again. I thought to myself. Suddenly I felt the urge to turn back around and leave. Until I heard Miguel’s voice calling after me.

 Y/N’s P.O.V

I don't wanna love you anymore I don't wanna love you anymore From the start, I never thought, I'd say this before But I don't wanna love you anymore

I don't wanna love you anymore I can't forget, the way it felt, when I walked out the door So I don't wanna love you anymore

I was having so much fun catching up with everyone’s lives but at the back of my mind, I can’t help but to think if he was coming or not. Part of me, the confident me, wanted to see him. Thinking I’ve come way too far from where I’ve been since that night. I’ve become stronger and definitely better having to go through all that shit alone but the other part of me, the lonely, curious me wanted to know what it feels like to see him again. Will I go back to the dark place I’ve been the first few months I left. Will I be shattered to pieces again? No one knows but I hope it was the first one. All the questions inside my head stopped when I heard Miguel say his name. I looked at the direction he was looking at. My heart stopped for a moment when my eyes landed on him. He was already looking at me with a sad smile on his lips. All I can do was give him a small nod in return acknowledging his presence.

He said his hellos to everybody and hugged them. When it was my turn, he stopped for a second. If I didn’t knew him I’d think he just didn’t wanna hug me. But I saw it in his eyes. He was scared. I inhaled his perfume mixed with an almost faded smell of cigarette. Oh, how I missed this. Train of memories starts to hit me and I suddenly knew the answers to the questions in my head.

--

It was now dark and everyone’s drunk as fuck. If not, passed out somewhere in Danna’s house. I lit a cigarette. My guilty pleasure, remember? And looked up. I always loved the night sky. How the darkest nights produce the brightest stars. Somehow, it gives me hope. We all needed a little darkness to shine right? I took another puff on my stick and turned around only to see Arón staring back at me from a short distance. My heart started pounding against my chest and I felt a little dizzy when he started walking towards me.

“Can I join you? Y/N?” his deep voice sent shiver up to my spine.

Arón’s P.O.V

So if you see her Tell her I'd do anything, I need her I know I'm not perfect but we were She says she doesn't love me, don't believe her If you see her

We both know she's not perfect either But if she says she loves me, let me see her Let me see her

She bit her lower lip, something she does when she’s nervous. her body movements became uneasy. For a while, I thought she was gonna refuse and tell me to leave. But she nodded her head yes. A smile crept in to my face as we sat down next to each other. No one dared to say a word. Probably afraid to ruin the moment. I like this. Just the two of us under the moon, sitting in silence enjoying the view. Cold air blowing gently on us. Oh how I would give anything to do this with her every single night.

“Danna really knows how to throw a party, no?” I said trying to start a conversation. “She was always the life of the party.” She said laughing a little. Still looking up at the sky. I sunk on my seat further back, just looking at her from behind as the wind blew her hair gently. The light of the moon and stars illuminating her beautiful face. I tightened my grip around the bottle I’m holding as an attempt to hold back my self from touching her. I want to hold her so bad. Tell her I felt so incomplete without her. Tell her I know how stupid I am to let it all fall apart. My Y/N, How could I ever let her go?

“Y/N,-” “Arón, save it. We’re fine like this” I felt a sting on my chest as she cut me off. But I’m not gonna make the same mistake I did ten months ago. This time, I’m gonna fight for her. “No, please just let me get this out. Por favor” I heard her sigh as she looked back at me. The first time she looked me straight in the eye and I can still see the pain on it. or is it pain? or disgust? or anger? I dunno. I shifted on my seat so now I’m facing her. “Y/N, please know that I deeply regret all the things I did to you. I’m sorry you had to suffer alone when I promised you otherwise. ” I can tell she’s trying so hard not to shed a tear. “I just want you to understand that none of this was your fault. There’s nothing wrong with you. It was all on me” my voice getting shaky as I remembered the night she asked me if she was the one to blame for my unfaithfulness. I can’t believe I made her think that. I could hear myself apologizing over the things I did wrong and the things I didn’t do for her.  My heart breaking as I spit out words after words. The look on her face made me wanna pull her in. wrap her in my arms so tight I might glued her broken pieces back together. “I hated myself for it every single day. But most of all, I hated the fact that It cost me to lose you just to realized you’re exactly who I wanted”. I said almost out of breath. I waited for her to say something. Please Y/N, say something. My leg bouncing up and down. 

She took a shaky breath and finally spoke. “You know, Arón. I really thought it was me. All this time, I kept on thinking where did I go wrong, what did I do for you to find comfort in someone else.” I barely heard her as her voice was so soft. Like she’s just so tired of all the bullshit I put her through. Like she gave up on me. On us. “I loved you. I truly loved you, Arón.” Loved? Past tense? Fuck! “I thought we were gonna end up together. You know? Build a family and all that shit” she took a deep breath as her chin starts to quiver. “But you broke my heart.” That’s when a single tear escaped from her eye. “You broke my soul, Arón.” How could I do this to her? My Y/N. I felt a familiar pain in my stomach at the sight of her. That gut wrenching pain I hate so much. “but thank you for tonight. For the closure. We can now both sleep in peace.” And in that moment I knew she was about to leave me. Again. She started to get up and without thinking, I grabbed her wrist and pull her down to me. My heart broke a little more when she pulled away quickly. “Stop, please. I just wanna go home.” She begged. I couldn’t let her go. I won’t.

“Y/N, almost a year ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I’ve regret every second of it.” I was ready to pour my heart out to her. It was now or never. “I Still love you. I never stopped loving you. I know you’re terrified I’d do it again but I won’t and if you ever give me another chance, I will be glad to spend the rest of my life proving to you how much you mean to me. I wouldn’t stop until I’ve made you believe how much I wasn’t willing to lose you.” I said as I cried with her. My chest was pounding like a drum now.

 Y/N’s P.O.V

I looked at him with wide eyes trying to absorb all the things he just blurted out. Arón, the love of my life just said that he wanted to be with me for the rest of his life. That he will never hurt me in anyway possible. I was torn to pieces. My head was screaming at me to run. Run as far away as I can but my heart. My stupid heart wanted to give him another chance. What if he’d do it again - he won’t - he will Y/N, don’t be stupid. I love him but I’m scared to death. It took me a lot of courage and a lot of sleepless nights just to get to where I am right now. I know I would die in agony if it happens again.  But, on the other hand, don’t I owe this to myself? To at least try again?

Arón’s face started to drop as he figured I wouldn’t give him answers. he looked down at his feet shutting his eyes as pain grew stronger inside him, swallowing the lump on his throat. He sighed in defeat. He knows he’ll never have me back now. It’s too late. He looked back up at me again and gave me a small smile “okay, Y/N. I get it.” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I swore I saw a tear rolled down his eyes just as he started to walk away. 

What am I doing here just standing like an idiot. He just told me he loves me and I still love him. So what the fuck? Y/N? It’s been a while and we’re both different person now. Stronger, and probably better. Your heart finally won the battle when you yelled his name. “Arón!” he instantly looked back at me. We both walked towards each other and meet halfway. I placed my hand on his chest desperate to feel his warmth as he looked down at me with hopeful eyes. “te quiero, asshole” I saw a smile form on his lips before he grabbed my face and smashed his soft lips into mine. We poured so much passion into the kiss and it felt so right. Like every pain I felt these past months just vanished. I felt his left hand leaving my face tracing down to my neck and down to my lower back pulling me closer and there’s nothing more I wanted right now than to have him. All of him. We pulled away out of breath as he pressed his forehead against mine. I brushed the tip of my nose to his slowly. Savoring the moment. “Y/N. Gracias. I swear you’ll never regret this” he whispered so lovingly I almost felt myself melt. “Take me home” I never ever had to ask twice. 

Next thing I know, we were back in our old apartment. He lifted me up as soon as we got inside. My legs wrapped around his torso as I hold onto him like my life depended on it. His wet kisses on my neck sent shivers to my whole body. Oh how I missed this feeling. Soft moans left my lips. His soft kisses now became rough and needy as he throws me into the bed. He just stood there looking at me. 

 Arón’s P.O.V

I can’t believe this is happening right now. I had to pause for a moment and stare at her laying on my bed. Our bed. I wished I could take a picture and frame it on our wall but I have to have her now. I pulled my shirt over my head quickly as she sat up and start to unbuckle my belt. I did the same for her “Oh, bebe, you wouldn’t need this anymore” I said referring to her dress and threw it to the floor.  I climbed on top of her. Just hovering over her. Kissing her on places I knew would drive her crazy while I palmed her right breast onto my hand and I smirked when I heard her moaning my name. I aligned myself to her entrance and looked at her waiting for her approval. I didn’t waste any second and pushed myself inside of her as soon as she nodded yes. Both of us moaning in pleasure.  I realized how much I missed being inside her. How much I miss her. “Y/N, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. I missed you” I saw her smile for me for the first time since I saw her today. He reached up to me and kissed my mouth. I thrusted into her faster and deeper earning loud moans from her. “Faster! oh, I’m so close baby” she said almost out of breath as she dug her nails on to my back which I’m pretty sure would leave marks and buried her face on my neck biting it. “Cum for me bebe, like you used to” and with that she let herself go. The sight of her trembling beneath me with her eyes shut, screaming my name, telling me she loves me was enough for to send me over the edge. I collapsed on top her. Trying to calm down my beating heart. She kissed my shoulder and gently run her fingers up and down my spine. I kissed the tip of her nose in return as I slowly pulled out of her. We made love and it got me smiling like an idiot.

I held her all night. I couldn’t get enough of her. I couldn’t let her go I’m scared that if I did, I would wake up tomorrow and she’d be gone again. The room was so quiet all you can hear is our breathing and our beating hearts. I laid here thinking I’m a one lucky son of a bitch. I knew Y/N was the one for me. I am so sure that it’s her who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know what it feels like to lose her I almost died by the way and I won’t let that happen again. I looked down at her lifted her chin up and kissed her softly.

“te quiero mucho” I felt my heart flutter when she said those words. I released her from my grip and reached on my side table leaving her confused. “Baby, No, where are you going?” I didn’t answer and pulled out a small box I bought for her months ago before things went to shit. Nervous as ever, I faced her again.

“Y/N will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

--

That’s it guys. I wasn’t sure about the ending... but here we are. haha!  P.S. Don’t settle for anything less. You deserve better. *wink* <3

#aron piper imagines #aron fanfiction #aron piper x reader #aron piper x you #aron piper #angst #fluff

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S4 Ep 27: Joey Punches Valon to Death and Seto Kaiba buys a Car.

My favorite character is back!

THE STORYBOARDER.

Like clockwork, the best storyboarder of all of Yugioh saw in the episode notes “This is the one where we shall Destroy Joey Wheeler” and he was like “Yes! this is extremely my thing!” and he’s back at it again, destroying Joey Wheeler with such finesse.

Like it’s so hard to explain in caps because you can’t see stuff move, but this animator is so good at the Yugioh vibe--he makes these character designs WORK for him (or her? No idea the identity of the mysterious storyboarder (or team of storyboarders--maybe this was one little group they freelance out to that worked really well together? I dunno) ) they really capture what Yugioh IS in a really unique way and still remain fairly economical in the animation sense. They do not hold back on any pose, and go completely ham into this ridiculous concept of a card game where you put on a special suit and punch eachother in the face.

Mind you, it’s still a card game and I skipped all that, but man...this is such a good storyboarder and I know that next episode they’ll be gone but for now I’m just gonna bask in it.

First off, Rebecca manages to figure out Seto’s 6-letter password in order to access billions of people’s personal data off of a satellite (we don’t get to find out what the password was) and although the storyboarder is great--they did make one fatal mistake.

The bane of every Californian who leaves California. LA is like a completely different country to San Fransisco but everyone only knows of two Californian cities and assumes we’re right next door to each other.

And it’s like...no, man. I don’t have Disneyland. Do I sound like a cheerful person that lives next to Disneyland? Do I say “bruh” and smile with the force of 1000 suns as we surf the coast on the backs of Lisa Frank dolphins? No dude, I have a strong Bay Area accent that makes me sound like a dry sarcastic asshole and I wear sweatshirts to the freakin beach because it’s very cold and filled with great white sharks.

(Sorry I just had to delete like 10 k words where I compared the entire cast to US cities by saying cryptic stuff like Joey Wheeler : Seto Kaiba is like LA : San Fransisco and like it was the biggest random tangent that only makes sense to me. Quarantine brain, y’all, I got SERIOUS quarantine brain. Anyone else? Anyone else just find themselves wasting like 2 hours thinking of which cities match the personalities of different characters on a show that came out so long ago? Man I need distractions right now.)

But back to what’s happening on the show, Yami is coming to terms with Joey’s struggle about as well as Yami does.

Which is mostly Yami saying “I’m pretty sure I killed Joey in that card game with Bakura in S1 and Tea had to bring him back from the graveyard so like wtv.”

(read more under the cut)

This was like 2003??? I think I keep forgetting when this season came out but we had printers at this point. We had google maps and a printer.

I don’t think I’ve touched a map like that since the 5th grade, where we had this competition to make a hypothetical road trip across America. It was Awful, and if you won the competition to get from SF to New York with the shortest distance, you would win something like pizza and a cool engraved name plate. We did not win pizza, because I could not even unfold this asshole map.

And now we have Google so like thanks, Mrs. Lambert, it was cool, but I’ll never use that information again. I hope. It was such a vivid frustrating memory that these maps still fill me with anxiety to this day, hearkening back to my 5th grade self just desperately trying to use string to measure how many miles the freeways across the midwest contain. (spoiler: a lot)

How OLD is this kid? Rebecca’s like secretly a 68 year old. She’s secretly Mrs. Lambert.

At this point we had a swell in the music as each friend of Joey joined in to announce their willingness to risk danger and save him.

Were they...not going to join him the whole time? It just seemed like a weird thing to bring up sooo after the fact.

Yami then turned to Duke and was like “but not you. You stay here” and he was like “Oh, thank gods.”

Rebecca stayed behind because the animators don’t want to draw her. Honestly, she’s incredibly helpful and they were mad stupid to leave the only smart one in the car. But youknow...this team loves being mad stupid. It makes the show more entertaining.

As they left we had a weird aside where Arthur Hawkins reflected “Rebecca is having just a REAL hard time trusting Yami” and it’s like--Arthur Hawkins! You’ve been dumping on Yami for like an entire season, that’s why. Like don’t pretend you’re all on team Pharaoh now. Why ever stop dunking?

But youknow, character development, Rebecca is going to learn the trust the ghost that possessed her crush/best friend that she’s had for 2+ years on a kid who’s been living in Japan this whole time who literally forgot who she was 2 weeks ago. You trust that ghost, Rebecca.

Or not. I mean you really don’t have to. You don’t owe Yami anything, dude. You don’t need to blindly trust idiot men, Rebecca. You just do you. Trust that instinct of “is this guy not trustworthy?” because yep. Chances are if you’re having that thought, that he’s totally not.

Storyboarder!

Storyboarder what ARE you???

STORYBOARDER!

after this followed a scene that I’ve seen gif-ed just so, so often that I assumed it was in a Yugioh Spin-off. I don’t know why I thought it wasn’t in this OG series, but I didn’t expect it to be here, in the Dartz season. But, it does make sense that this scene was under the best Storyboarder‘s direction because *chef’s kisses * it’s perfect. Every frame is a joy. The amount of sinister expressions on Mokuba, the level of sass coming off of Kaiba. It’s such a freakin shame that this man’s best work so far only lasts like a few seconds.

PS my bro looked it up and this car salesman has a wikipedia page.

He also looked up if anyone has shipped this car salesman and it’s our lucky day because this ship does not exist with any human ever in the world. Thank you, humanity. But, they DID make a wikipedia page so maybe we’re just putting off the inevitable?

I’m not even gonna cap it because I KNOW this is a gif you can easily download from everywhere but mm--this is a SOLID piece of animation. This animator is just flexing so hard, man. Yugioh did not deserve this much care and attention to detail.

Shippers rejoice, Seto Kaiba did briefly consider helping out Joey (before he absolutely drove away in the opposite direction)

(They’re clearly in the financial district already, PS. They are driving 5 ft to Dartz’ house.)

At some point Joey nabbed Valon’s card and so now he also gets to wear a bunch of stupid armor outfits.

This one is weird! It’s very Kamen rider-ish...but it’s a color scheme that feels very valentines day. It looks hard to wear. Good thing it’s animated.

I may need to capture this walk sequence though...if I still have the energy...the picture does not display his very energetic arms-in-the-air walk cycle I haven’t seen since that one Season zero episode. I dunno if it’s a reference to that, but I can’t think of any other reason why Tristan is walking like that.

This is when Mai finally shows up.

Valon lost his helmet during this fight, which lead to this:

What a good note to end on.

Anyways, I have no idea what my update schedule will look like or be, so if you’re new here and you want to start reading these from the beginning, I have a link for that:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#yugioh #recap #ygo #photo recap #episode recap #s4 #ep27 #yami #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #joey wheeler #valon #mai valentine #rebecca hawkins #arthur hawkins #duke devlin #tristan taylor #tea gardner #a lot of punching in this one #everyone's favorite storyboarder

[hopeshoodie]

I don't mean right now, like take your time, but, so you are doing the anniversary thing? 😄 (for a while I thought I was in the A-spec but my previous therapist said no, so it's the depression I guess hsahah)

OOF that’s relatable, I’m constantly asking myself ‘is this a symptom of my autism, depression, trauma response, or just something normal people feel under late stage capitalism?’

I’ll probably make a fic about this in the future because I love the idea of Noah and MC’s or Marisol and MC’s anniversary, so I left them off the list, but here are some basic headcanons:

Carl: MC assumes he forgot because he just gets up and goes to work like normal and she doesn’t hear anything. She doesn’t mind because she knows how he is and it’s not a massive deal (plus maybe he remembered but thought it was a different date- do you count when you first coupled or when you left the show or when you became official). But when he gets home from work he immediately changes into a really nice suit and fixes his hair and is like “why aren’t you getting ready?” And MC is like “???????” 

Carl says “Oh shit- did I mess up the date- is it not our- fuck- I” and MC laughs and hugs him. “You remembered!!” He looks kind of surprised and says, “of course I did. I’m so lucky to have you- why would I forget. Now please go get dressed our reservation is in a half-hour.”

Gary: Lowkey I think Gary would forget. Even if he doesn’t, it dawns on him like the day before and he scrambles to get together flowers/chocolates/a card. He’ll be super loving about it and let MC know that he loves her, but it’s pretty clear he didn’t want to make it a big deal and only went out of his way because he thought she’d make it a big deal. I can see him going way more all out for Valentine’s day though.

Henrik: Not an anniversary day, an anniversary week!! My boy is a massive romantic at heart and loves doing big gestures to make MC feel appreciated (plus he secretly loves when she posts photos online and everyone celebrates how in love they are). MC wakes up the Monday before to a note on his pillow. The note describes how Henrik knew he’d been casted in the show so he specifically watched the first few episodes looking for someone to potentially couple with. It was obviously going to be MC, as much as he didn’t want to put his eggs all in one basket. On the show he reminded himself that MC wasn’t as invested and let himself be disappointed when he got voted off. As excited as he was to see her again, he kept reasserting that it was just a crush and MC seemed happy in her couple. But when she picked him at the recoupling? He was over the moon. 

After reading that in bed, she gets up and finds several pieces of memorabilia he kept from the show- a pressed flower from one of your dates, a coal from the firepit, the blender O ring. He’s printed out several tweets of people recapping their sweetest moments from the show. That surprises MC because Henrik doesn’t use twitter that often, but he clearly went hunting through her likes to find something meaningful. He’s in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She walks over and wraps her arms around him, laying her head on his back as he turns the eggs.

“What’s all this about, then?” She hums, and he sways slightly as he cooks. 

“Our anniversary, darling. It’s been a whole year and you haven’t gotten sick of me yet.” She laughs, “That’s pretty presumptuous, who says I haven’t?” He chuckles and turns after she lets go. “Plus our anniversary is on Thursday.”

“I know.” He kisses her sweetly then walks over and grabs two plates, “but I want to make it special. You deserve it.”

The daily surprises escalate in sentimentality, including things like photos of them, ripped out pages of Henrik’s journal where he talks about his feelings for her and their relationship, and small gifts like perfume/chocolates. It culminates on Thursday, which he asked you to take off for, when the two of you *insert the fic that I’m working on- no spoilers*. 

He keeps giving MC little gifts and a ton of extra affection on Friday-Sun, but that was clearly the highlight. 

((That lowkey became a drabble but like gosh I love my boy so muchhh))

Ibrahim: He goes all out for your anniversary- booking MC a plane ticket to Singapore, giving her his credit card and telling her to pick out whatever she’d like but get something nice for tonight, then flying her somewhere lovely (idc about travel so let’s say… Paris? That’s allegedly romantic, right?). They have a 5 star meal together and then do something luxurious like a jet boat ride or something. Idk what nonsense rich people get up to. Point is that Rahim loves spoiling his girl and would go all out for their anniversary. 

Lucas: Similar to Rahim, but I think it’d be MUCH more personalized to what MC likes as opposed to just ‘women/people like expensive things’. Lucas is very in tune with what MC likes- is she a beach/forest/prairie kind of girl? He definitely rents out a townhouse somewhere she’d love and they take a vacation for their anniversary. He’d still be spoiling her with gifts/shopping, but there’s more time for emotional/personal intimacy (partly because he structures the activities to be couple-based and partly because a long weekend gives you more time than a single date night). 

Rocco: Forgets and if you are upset/remind him he’ll be like “I love you every day, I don’t have to wait until a specific day to show it”. But like… does he really show it? Also that’s his excuse for Valentine's day. 

#litg #headcanons #also highkey i left bobby out because i'm tired of all the anons about him #idc about fluffy/domestic bobby anyways #but yall literally need to stop being so protective over a fictional character FROM A MOBILE APP #rocco hcs #lucas hcs #rahim hcs #henrik hcs #gary hcs #carl hcs #ask

[azozzoni]

Hey! Hope u have the best time on your trip! As Valentines’ day is coming could u do something for vds? Thank u 🥰

Happy V-Day! Get yourself some chocolate!

*

“What are you and Lucas doing tomorrow?”

Jens looked up at Robbe’s question, away from the screen where Moyo was kicking Aaron’s ass at Mario Kart. He didn’t even blink any more at the way Robbe was so firmly cuddled on Sander’s lap. They seemed to come in a pair these days no matter what they were doing.

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Robbe frowned at his answer, and Jens didn’t know why. Was he supposed to know what he was doing with Lucas every minute of every day?

“Is he coming here? Are you going over there?” Robbe asked, a wrinkle in his forehead as though worried somehow.

“I don’t know,” Jens said again. He hadn’t talked to Lucas about their weekend plans. They didn’t see each other every weekend anyway, given the time and the cost and everything else they had to do. He didn’t know why Robbe seemed to care so much all of a sudden about what Jens and Lucas were doing tomorrow.

“You’re not doing anything for Valentine’s Day?” Aaron piped up as he lost the race and Moyo cheered, punching him in the arm. “God, I wish Amber would let me get away with that.”

Valentine’s Day. Jens’ eyes widened as he realized. Fuck.

Robbe seemed to watch the realization hit him, shaking his head softly. “You forgot.”

It wasn’t that Jens had forgotten. He just never thought about it. He’d never been dating anyone on Valentine’s Day before, and to tell the truth, Jens was pretty bad at being romantic. He wouldn’t even know where to start.

“Well, what are you guys doing?” he asked, nodding at Robbe and Sander. Robbe twisted his head to look back at Sander, who merely smirked.

“It’s a surprise,” he said, brushing Robbe’s hair from his forehead.

“Not another mural of my face?”

Sander shook his head, pressing a kiss to Robbe’s temple. “I’m not saying anything.”

Rolling his eyes fondly, Robbe glanced back at Jens. “You have to do something for Lucas.”

Jens didn’t reply for a minute, frowning at the couch. Do what exactly? The last time he’d even gotten close to romance, he’d accidentally invited Robbe and Moyo on a weekend he was supposed to be spending with Jana. He didn’t have the best track record when it came to these things.

“What’s this?” Moyo asked from the floor, setting up another match. “The infamous Jens, flirt extraordinaire, doesn’t know how to sweep a guy off his feet?”

“Fuck off,” Jens said, but Moyo did have a point. He hadn’t exactly done much sweeping with Lucas so much as falling, falling completely for the boy with bright blue eyes, a gorgeous smile, moles Jens liked to kiss before saying goodbye every time.

“Flowers are always a good start,” Sander said from behind Robbe.

“I’m taking Amber to a rooftop restaurant that has a view of the river,” Aaron said, surprising everyone as they looked to him. “And I got her a necklace.”

“Did you come up with that by yourself?” Moyo asked, almost sounding impressed, and Aaron shrugged.

“Amber pretty much told me what she wanted.”

Jens rolled his eyes, looking away from Aaron. This wasn’t helpful to him at all. What was he supposed to do on such short notice? Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and he hadn’t even invited Lucas to come over.

Sander seemed to sense his concern, tilting his head to the side. “All you have to do is think of what he would like, then add a little flair.”

“A little,” Robbe cautioned. “Not a lot.”

“Speaking from experience?” Jens asked as Robbe’s cheeks went red and Sander hugged him around the middle.

“He just means, try not to go overboard or you might scare him.”

It was all completely useless advice, but Jens had to do something, so he pulled out his phone and texted Lucas. Getting him to Antwerp was the first step. Then he’d worry about the rest.

*

Jens was actually nervous as he stood outside the bus station, scrolling through his phone mindlessly, nearly dropping the flowers in his hand as he tried to scratch his nose. He needed to get himself together before Lucas got there. He didn’t know why this felt so different than all the other times Lucas had come to Antwerp, but it did. Like he had something to prove.

“Hey!”

Jens turned at Lucas’ voice, meeting his big smile, and exhaling as Lucas threw his arms around his shoulders, hugging him easily.

“Flowers?” Lucas asked when he stepped back, eyebrows rising in surprise as Jens held them up.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

Lucas’ grin widened as he took the flowers, brushing his fingers over the white petals. They weren’t anything fancy, but the simplicity had made Jens think of Lucas.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Lucas echoed, reaching for Jens’ jacket, tugging him in closer so he could kiss him. It wasn’t a lingering kiss, though Lucas did hover centimeters away when he pulled back. “So are we going to your place?”

Shaking his head, Jens kissed Lucas again, soaking in the way Lucas kissed back, closed his eyes, smiled slightly against his lips. “We’re going to do something a little different today.”

“Oh?” Lucas’ eyebrows went up, but Jens didn’t say anymore, taking his hand instead. Jens could be romantic, and he was going to prove it.

*

“I’m not sure I can pronounce half the things on this menu,” Lucas said, frowning slightly at the paper in front of him. Candlelight flickered over his face, and Jens glanced up. He wasn’t sure he knew what half the things on the menu were either, but no one could deny it was the perfect restaurant.

Dim lighting cast a romantic glow over all the tables in the room, candles flickering on each table, wine glasses clinking, soft music playing from somewhere. The tables were covered with deep red cloths, and there were one too many forks set to the side of the plate.

“So what do you think?” Jens asked as Lucas glanced around the room, at the many couples eating dinner, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes.

“It’s fancy,” Lucas said after a minute, straightening his forks.

It was that. Jens had googled ‘most romantic restaurants in Antwerp’ and aside from the rooftop restaurant he already knew Aaron was taking Amber to, this had come up next. He was sure someone was going to propose at any minute.

“Do you like it?” Jens asked when Lucas didn’t elaborate.

Lucas caught his gaze, pausing a second before he smiled. “Of course. It’s really nice.”

Jens didn’t know why Lucas’ answer didn’t reassure him, but he didn’t press it. It was exactly the kind of restaurant he pictured when he thought of what romance was supposed to be. It wasn’t as if he’d ever taken anyone else to a place like this before. With Jana and Britt, they’d mostly just spent time sneaking around their houses.

Fishing in his jacket pocket, his fingers wrapped around a box he’d stashed there earlier. He was going to wait until after dinner, once Lucas was fed and happy and smiling at Jens in that way that made Jens think he should have realized he liked guys way sooner, but with the atmosphere a little too quiet, a little too subdued, he figured why wait.

Taking a breath, he pulled the box from his pocket. He shouldn’t have been nervous, but he was. It was just a gift. People gave gifts on Valentine’s Day. That was the whole point of the holiday, wasn’t it?

“Here,” he said, sliding the box across the table as Lucas’ eyes widened in surprise.

“A present?”

“It is Valentine’s Day.” Jens shrugged, and Lucas seemed to hesitate.

“I didn’t get you anything,” he admitted after a minute.

“I don’t care,” Jens said easily, nudging the box closer. “Open it.”

“Okay,” Lucas said, hesitant, picking up the box and sliding off the ribbon. Jens watched carefully as he opened it, nervous, anxious. Lucas pulled off the top to reveal the shiny watch, the glass surface catching the light as Lucas tilted the box. “A watch.”

“The guy at the store said it’s their most popular for guys,” Jens said as Lucas stared at the watch. Lucas wasn’t really reacting, though, and it made Jens pause. He’d kind of expected some kind of reaction. “Luc?”

“Wow,” Lucas breathed finally, sliding the watch from the box. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Jens said, and Lucas nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” he agreed, but it wasn’t an enthusiastic sort of ‘yeah.’ At least not in the way Jens might have expected.

It wasn’t exactly jewelry, but aside from a silver ring Lucas sometimes wore, he’d never seen him wear any jewelry. A watch had seemed like the better choice.

He had expected a bit more than Lucas gazing down at the watch, biting his cheek as though thinking something he wasn’t saying out loud. Maybe he should have gone with the leather cuff, he thought as Lucas turned the watch over, metal links sliding through his fingers. Jens wasn’t great at picking out gifts either--maybe he should have asked Sander for advice. He bet Sander had gotten Robbe something perfect.

“You hate it, don’t you?” Jens asked finally, and Lucas seemed to snap out of his thoughts, shaking his head quickly.

“No,” he said, setting the watch gently back in the box. “I like it.” He glanced up at Jens across the table, reaching for his hand and squeezing. “Thank you.”

Jens still wasn’t reassured, but the server arrived at that moment to take their order and he was forced to stop thinking about it for the moment.

*

Jens caught Lucas glancing at the watch on his wrist as they walked along the river, lights sparkling off the water, other couples strolling the opposite direction. Lucas’ other hand was twined in Jens’, warm and soft, and Jens couldn’t help sighing as they came to a stop on the docks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as Lucas gazed out at the water.

At his question, Lucas glanced at him, brow furrowed. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“You’ve been weirdly quiet since dinner,” Jens said, and normally, he wouldn’t have asked, would just have assumed it was something at home or a weird day, but he had a sinking suspicion that it had to do with him. He had a feeling it had to do with tonight and how Lucas hadn’t seemed completely satisfied. “Was it the restaurant?”

“No,” Lucas said simply, shaking his head, but Jens caught the way he sighed afterward.

Jens was confused. He’d done everything he was supposed to do--took Lucas to a nice restaurant, brought him flowers, gave him a gift. Wasn’t that what he was supposed to do? Wasn’t that what people wanted for Valentine’s? But Lucas wasn’t happy. He could tell just by looking at him that something was wrong.

“The watch?”

“Jens,” Lucas said, a small smile at his lips as though Jens had nothing to worry about, but clearly he did.

“Is it me?”

He didn’t want to ask, but he had to. He heard about couples breaking up on Valentine’s Day all the time. He just hadn’t thought he and Lucas would be one of them. Everything had been going so well the last couple of months. What had he done so wrong?

“Fuck, no,” Lucas said firmly, taking Jens’ face in his hands. “Everything’s fine.”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” he said. Lucas sighed and Jens knew he was right. His stomach sank at the thought.

“Jens, you know I like you,” Lucas said, and Jens frowned. This didn’t sound good. Buttering him up before breaking his heart. He wasn’t sure how he would take it if Lucas was going to be the one to break up with him. Fuck, he hadn’t even thought about it before this moment, but now that he was, his heart was in his stomach, pulse racing against his throat as he frowned at Lucas in the yellow streetlights.

“Good,” he said instead. “‘Cause I like you too.”

“And you know why I like you?”

Jens paused. Was this a trap? “My handsome face and winning smile?”

Lucas smiled, but Jens didn’t feel better. It felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. How could he have screwed up one night so badly?

“I like how laid back you are,” Lucas said simply. “How calm and chill you always are, how nothing ruffles your feathers, how you don’t try too hard.”

“Okay,” Jens said, still confused, but it didn’t sound like Lucas was breaking up with him. A breeze off the water rustled Lucas’ hair as Lucas gazed up at him.

“Everything was just so… fancy tonight,” Lucas said finally, and Jens frowned. The way Lucas said it, it sounded like a bad thing.

“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do for Valentine’s Day?” That was what had been clearly communicated to him yesterday from the boys.

“I don’t know,” Lucas admitted with a shrug, looking as lost as Jens felt. “Maybe. But I’d rather just hang out with you. Watch a movie, eat pizza, make out on the couch.”

“We do that almost every time you come over,” Jens pointed out, and Lucas smiled slightly.

“I like doing that. I like being with you. When I’m with you, I feel like I don’t have to think about all the other shit in my life because everything is just chill with you.” He sighed, reaching for Jens’ neck, squeezing gently. “I appreciate all the effort you put into tonight, really, but it’s not you. It’s not us. I don’t want you doing things just because you think you’re supposed to.”

Letting out a breath, Jens almost laughed. He’d been worried for nothing. He should have known better than to worry that Lucas cared about Valentine’s Day. Robbe and Sander and Aaron had just gotten inside his head.

Lucas was right, he thought as they stood there. They didn’t need to do anything fancy or ridiculously romantic just because it was a holiday. They didn’t need to be anything other than themselves. Jens didn’t want to be anything but himself, even if it meant fucking up holidays.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot,” he said, and Lucas shook his head, stepping in closer.

“You’re sweet,” he said instead, kissing Jens softly.

Wrapping his arms around Lucas, Jens didn’t let him go for a long moment, kissing on the dock as couples strolled past, hand in hand, the wind chilly as it cut through their jackets.

“Don’t ever tell the guys that,” he said when Lucas pressed a kiss to his cheek. He felt Lucas’ smile against his skin.

“I won’t,” he promised, kissing him again.

“Want to go get some fries and catch a late movie?” Jens asked, breathing out slowly when he pulled away from Lucas, pressing their foreheads together.

Lucas smiled that beautiful smile of his, tilting his head to the side. “Can we sit in the back and make out the whole time?”

“Definitely,” Jens agreed, sliding his arm over Lucas’ shoulder as they turned. He was never taking advice from the guys about romance, he decided as they strolled down the bank of the river.

“I do like the watch, though,” Lucas said as they walked. “That was a good choice.”

Laughing, Jens pressed a kiss to Lucas’ hair, shaking his head to himself. Next holiday, he’d just ask Lucas what he wanted to do and whatever it was, they’d do it together.

#van der stoffels #skam nl #wtfock #my fic

[abutterflyscribbles]

Happy Valentine’s Day

(via @magic-and-moonlit-wings​)

“The key thing, Boggy, is to remember to breathe.”

“Bog.”

“Yes, that was a very good exhale. Now breathe in again.”

“Are you positive she’ll like it?” Bog asked. He had asked it at least eight times in the last half hour and he was annoying even himself by doing it but couldn’t stop. “I’m not familiar with your holiday customs . . .”

“Ah! But I am an expert!” Dawn said standing proudly with her chin out. “Anything there is to know about holidays, presents, or general mushy stuff, I’ve got your answers.”

“That’s . . .” Bog hesitated, crossing his arms.

“Which is why I also know the exact right amount of mush for my sister. Through extensive observation I know her level of tolerance to the last detail. Marianne will never admit to it but she likes a moderate amount of lovey-dovey mush. Trust me.”

“Your idea of ‘moderate’ might be higher than that of others, princess. I’d never heard so many romantic songs until I met you.”

“Pff.” Dawn scoffed, “Your tolerance level is too low to argue with my expertise. Now,” Dawn grabbed Bog’s arms and turned him toward the castle, “Go knock her dead!”

“I’d rather find a log to hide under.”

“But you won’t! Because your love is too strong!” Dawn started pushing him forward. Bog’s feet slid a little. “You are the great and mighty Bog King who held up a collapsing castle to save a fair maiden! You will not be conquered by nerves!”

“Get--get off!” Bog jumped away, buzzing his wings to settle them. “I’m going, I’m going!”

“Yay!” Dawn clapped her hands, “I believe in you, Boggy-bear!”

“Save your pet names for the elf.” Bog grimaced.

“Oh, there’s plenty left for him.” Dawn giggled. “I go easy on you, you know.”

Bog shuddered. “Better him than me. Have a good time.” Bog absently patted Dawn’s hand before he took to the air before she could continue encouraging him.

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Bog hovered outside Marianne’s rooms and knocked on the stone arch of her window. It was a very soft knock. Marianne did not appear. Bog wiggled his fingers uncertainly before curling them and rapping with his knuckles again, a little louder.

Marianne popped up so suddenly that Bog dipped down in surprise before he got his wings back in order.

“Hi.” Bog said.

“Hi.” Marianne said. She looked flustered and hurried.

“Did I come at a bad time--?”

“No!” Marianne burst out, making Bog dip down again. “Not at all. Come in!”

Bog did, ducking his head to fit through the window. He leaned his staff by the window. It slid down and hit the floor. He grabbed at it as it fell, missed, and failed to get a grip on it twice before he could pick it up again. The package in his other hand kept getting in the way.

“Here, let me.” Marianne took his staff and put it with her sword. Bog knew there was a spot to put his staff. He always put it there. He didn’t know why he suddenly forgot. He felt terribly unsettled and far too big for the dainty fairy room.

“Thanks . . .” Bog said faintly. He looked around, not really taking anything in. On a delicate table there were bits and pieces of leaves, petals, and twigs, all in various stages of destruction. It looked like someone had been hacking them apart with a blunt knife.

“Just a silly project!” Marianne slid in front of the table, wings spreading out to block Bog’s view, “nothing important! How’ve you been?”

“Uh.”

“How’s Griselda? How’s--how’s the forest?”

“Good. The forest--Griselda--all good. Doing good.”

“Good!” 

They stared at each other with fixed smiles.

Marianne’s too bright smile dropped and she dropped her head into her hand. “Ugh. Can I be any more awkward? Answer truthfully.”

“I’m not sure how much is me and how much is you.” Bog said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Marianne ran her hands through her hair and threw her head back. “Why? Why am I doing this? It’s just a day. A stupid day that’s no big deal.”

“Depends on your point of view.” Bog said, looking at the package he was holding.

“Lemme start again.” Marianne pushed Bog back to the window, making him sit down there. She nodded, “Good. Now . . .” she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him. He wasn’t surprised but he was still surprised, somehow, and felt himself falling backwards. He caught himself and his wings kept him from falling further out the window while he wrapped his arm around Marianne and kissed her back. They were kept busy for some time.

“Hi.” Marianne said when they stopped, reaching up to rub a smudge of purple from his lips.

“Hi.” Bog said softly, feeling much happier and much less jittery.

There was another break in conversation. Some time later Marianne asked, “Did Dawn send you here to do something mushy?”

Bog laughed nervously, fingers fidgeting on Marianne’s back. “She was actually just sort of a consultant.

“I think you mean ‘instigator’. I don’t see any flowers or chocolates on you so she can’t have done too much damage.” she frowned at the package suspiciously.

Standing, Bog bowed deeply and held the long narrow gift out to her.

“Stop.” Marianne smacked his arm then snatched the gift. It was wrapped up in fresh leaves and tied up with a small strip from a blade of grass. “You really didn’t have to, you know . . .”

“You always want to learn things about the Dark Forest and how we do things . . . it seemed like this holiday was important so I wanted to . . . reciprocate.”

“It’s not important.” she mumbled. “it’s just silly romantic stuff.”

“Everyone in your kingdom are celebrating this holiday . . . I didn’t want you to be left out as if . . . as if you weren’t loved.” Bog knew he was blushing and not making much sense, but he struggled on, “I want them to know I love you and respect your traditions. What’s important is . . . you.”

“Bog . . .” Marianne said softly.

“Please, just open your gift and tell me if you hate it or not.” Bog said quickly.

The layers of leaves fell away and Bog once again beheld his choice of gift and felt a qualm. Marianne held the sword in the last leaf, casting her eyes over it with an expression Bog couldn’t read.

“We try not to make our weapons shiny, that’s why the blade is black,” Bog said, “it’s not old, it’s new, it’s supposed to look like that--”

“Shut up.” Marianne said, still looking at the sword. Her fingers traced over the hilt’s decorations of roses and winding thorns. She tilted it and sharp thin lines on the blade caught the light. “It says . . .” Marianne turned it for a better look, “’A queen as vivid as roses, sharp as thorns.’”

The engraved words shone on the black blade, roses engraved at the beginning and end of the inscription. Bog’s stomach churned as Marianne fell into silence.

“Bog?”

“Yes!” Bog’s shoulders rattled as he stood up straight.

“This is the most--the most romantic thing I have ever been given.”

Bog’s heart fell and was washed nauseatingly around in his churning stomach. “i’m so--”

“I love it.”

“--sorry. What?”

“It’s beautiful. It’s incredible.”

The condition of Bog’s heart and stomach took a turn for the better. “Truly?”

Marianne laid the sword reverently on a table in its wrapping. She turned back around, eyes sparkling and cheeks pink. With one finger she gestured for Bog to lean down. He did so. Marianne threw her arms around Bog’s neck. “I love it. Really, truly.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” Bog’s whole body relaxed and he slumped further down, resting his face on Marianne’s shoulder, smiling broadly.

“How am I supposed to meet this standard?” Marianne punched his shoulder. “This is awful! I spent all week trying to--well it doesn’t matter what, because I failed.”

Looking over Marianne’s shoulder, Bog saw the table she had tried to hide earlier, taking in the mutilated flowers. He couldn’t stop himself from smirking. “You were trying to make a boutonniere, tough girl?”

“No!” Marianne pushed his face away from the table. “I didn’t make anything or get you anything because I hate you!”

“Very bold, not playing to your strengths.”

“Excuse me, I need to go break in my new sword. On your scaly carcass.”

Bog just laughed and picked her up, holding her in his arms. “I’ll take your week of suffering as a very touching gift.”

“But that’s so lame. I wanted to give you something--something as wonderful as that sword.”

Bog gave this some thought. “Hm. Well, the moon is almost full tonight, you know. Would you do me the honor of accompanying me on a flight through the forest?”

“Of course I would! But that’s just another gift for me!”

“Maybe so, but it’s what I want. The pleasure of your company.”

“Fine.” Marianne relaxed in Bog’s arms, “but next year’s gift from me to you will knock your socks off, got it?”

“Socks?”

“They’re--it doesn’t matter. Just kiss me.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Bog said, then granted her request.

(too lazy to think of a world appropriate substitute for Valentines day *peace sign*)

#strange magic #spread the lofe #butterfly bog #the bog king #fiery warrior princess #bog and dawn brotp #pixiepine #drabble #fluff #I should really be running these drabbles by katy my official editor #but I'm overwhelmed with an incredible laziness #so no quality check for you guys #just what I vomited out into a word document