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[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Seventeen - The Third Date

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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warnings: smut, p in v, hickies, blowjob

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The third date. That was meant to be the big one, right? The one where... it happened? She had no reason to be nervous. It was Daniel, a man she knew incredibly well, a man she was pretty sure she was in love with.

With Milo eating his dinner, Y/N went to the neighbours door and knocked.

The neighbours Seventeen year old daughter pulled open the door. "Hey Miss L/N," she said. "Do you want me to get my mum?"

"Actually, Mol, I'm here to see you. Would you fancy babysitting Milo tonight? I can pay and I've got pizza money for you," she said.

"I'd love to," Mollie answered. "Let me just check with my mom."

The door shut in Y/Ns face and she waited patiently for Mollie to get back to her with an answer. If she couldn't get a babysitter for Milo she'd just have to reschedule with Daniel. Daniel wouldn't mind. He might even suggest to bring Milo along.

The door opened again and Mollie nodded her head. "She said its fine, Miss L/N. What time do you want me there?" She asked.

At 7PM, Y/N was ready to go. She was dressed to the nines, wearing her favourite dress, her favourite shoes and her favourite jewellery. Milo had told her all about his new favourite dinosaur as she did her hair and makeup.

At 7PM, Mollie the neighbour came over to begin babysitting and Y/N left. She kissed Milos head as she said goodbye and walked out of the front door, driving her way to Daniels house.

She didn't know what he had in store for their third date. Neither did Daniel until a couple of days ago. All he knew was that be wanted it to be special. Just them, not surrounded by loads and loads of people.

For days he had been attempting to cook and forcing his friends to try it. Day by day he got slightly better, but he was still nervous about the date to come.

He had started cooking as Y/N drove. He had done his preparation fir the meal during the day. All that was left to do now was cook it.

Just like she was, Daniel was dressed at his best. It felt incredibly strange to be dressed in a suit for a dinner in his own house. The candles were set out on the table, along with his best wine and best cutlery. This night was going to be perfect.

The doorbell rang and Daniel felt his anxiety spike. It didn't need to, it was Y/N, the person he was expecting.

When the door opened, his breath caught his his throat. He knew she was beautiful, knew she was incredibly beautiful, but this was something else. "Holy shit," he breathed as he welcomed her into the house.

Her shoes clicked against the floor as she stepped towards him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. When she pulled away the imprint of her lipstick was still there and she went to wipe it away, bur Daniel stopped her. He'd wear it with pride for the entire night.

"Milo is with a babysitter, so you've got me for the entire night," she said as Daniel led her into his kitchen.

He lit the candles and poured her some wine. The night started out as easy, light conversation. They sipped the wine slowly as they talked, and the conversation turned to heavier topics, the kinds of things they found themselves talking about late at night where she couldn't sleep and Daniel was in another country.

He tried with the dinner, he really did. But she had to step in. The recipe was open on the counter top and she cooked away.

"I'm sorry," Daniel said as he wrapped her arms around her hips. "I'm so useless."

"Shut up," she said with a laugh as she moved the food around in the pan, ensuring it cooked evenly. "It's a good thing I enjoy cooking, huh?"

She plated the food up and they sat at the table, talking their way through dinner.

"This is the third date," said Danny between bites of the food. That was delicious, but it didn't surprise him. "And, since it's the third date I was wondering if... you'd..."

It was so difficult to get the words out of his mouth. And she didn't want to assume that he wanted to take things to the next level.

Daniel groaned and finished off his glass of wine. That was all if the courage he needed. "Be my girl," he said. "I want to love you properly."

The dinner was abandoned. The moved around the table to get to each other. As soon as they were together she wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed hers on her hips, holding her flush against him.

"Yes, Danny. Oh My God, yes."

He pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes shut and her hands Oundle his hair, moving through it, tugging at the strands.

Daniel couldn't stop the groan that left his lips. His body was fully pressed against hers, pressing her against the table. "Fuck," he groaned, his grip growing tighter. He ever so slightly hiked up the skirts of her dress.

"Take me upstairs," she whispered against his lips.

Daniel picked her up. He took her into his arms and carried her through his house. It was incredibly romantic, the way he held her so tight. She couldn't help but stare at him as he carried her up the stairs. This must be how wonderful brides felt on their wedding days.

Daniel took her into her bedroom and laid her down onto the bed. As soon as he could he resumed kissing her, his body on top of hers, pressing her into the mattress. They'd kissed before, sure, but they didn't usually allow this for themselves, didn't allow for this much intimacy.

But they couldn't stay away from each other. Daniel wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything. It was a good thing she wanted him too.

Her skirts bunched up around her hips as she wrapped her legs around him. Daniel couldn't help himself; he rutted against her. She whined, her hands finding his hair, tugging slightly. He couldn't stop the groan leaving his lips.

"I need you," she whispered and rolled onto her stomach. Daniel obliged, unzipping her dress. He pushed it off of her shoulders, goose bumps following where he touched. "Danny," she whispered.

He slowly pulled her dress all of the way off until she was in nothing but lingerie beneath him. She'd taken her time choosing it out. It was her best pair, the only pair truly sexy. It was plain, with thin straps around her shoulders and her hips. A small bow sat in the centre of each piece of underwear, and the border was scalloped.

Daniel let out a low whistle. He wanted this image burned into his brain for the rest of his life. She looked so pretty laid out in front of him, laid out for him. He let his hand trail down her sides and she shivered.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his shirt, letting his clothes fall next to her dress. As soon as he was in nothing but his boxers, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers.

Daniel held her tight. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so that she was sat on him, hips moving on top of his. His eyes were shut as he groaned, his grip tightening. "Fuck," he hissed and she leaned down to kiss him again.

But the kiss didn't last very long. Soon Daniel was kissing down her neck. He didn't leave a hickey, not until he got to her chest. A series of moans left her lips as he kissed her chest, paying attention to what wasn't covered by her bra. "Danny," she moaned as he reached behind and unclasped the bra.

It fell away from her chest and Daniel threw it to the side. Immediately he began sucking a dark mark into the flesh, marking her as his. Her head was thrown back and she couldn't stop her hips from gyrating against him.

But suddenly she pulled away from him. He climbed off of him and Daniel tried to follow, but she pushed him back down, keeping him laying on the bed. She shuffled down to the bed until she was between his legs and pulling at his boxers, freeing his cock.

She wrapped her fingers around his already hard length and pumped. Once, twice, before she wrapped her lips around his tip. "Holy shit," Daniel cried out, accidentally bucking his hips towards her.

He escaped from her mouth but she quickly wrapped her lips around him once again. She ran her tongue along the veiny underside and moved her lips down his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed and she closed her eyes, concentrating all of her efforts into bringing him close to the edge.

Only close. He wasn't going to cum until he'd had his turn with her. But that wasn't her decision. Daniel pulled her off of him and pulled her up. He rolled her over once again, trapping her beneath him. He kissed her, his fingers hooking around the strappy waistband of her panties.

He pulled her panties off and dropped them onto the floor. Daniel pushed his fingers gently through her folds, feeling just how wet she was. He couldn't wait to be inside of her.

And he didn't have to wait. He rolled a condom on, pushed himself inside of her and she let out a gasp, gripping onto his shoulders. "Fuck, Danny," she whispered, throwing her head back. "Holy fucking fuck."

Daniel grunted. Nothing in the world could come close to this feeling. Slowly he began moving, pulling his hips back every so slightly and pushing back in. He kept his pace even, giving her time to adjust to his length.

But Daniel sped up. She moaned and whined, crying out his name beneath him as he fucked her.

She didn't last very long. Maybe it was all of the anticipation, maybe it was the fact that she hadn't been fucked like this since before Milo was born.

Daniel fucked her through her orgasm. "That's it, sweetheart," he grunted, kissing her slowly, tenderly. "So good f'me."

He pace slowed, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he brought himself closer and closer to his orgasm. "Shit," he grunted, his hips stilling against her as he came, spilling into the condom.

"Fuck," she whispered as he pulled out of her.

Daniel got rid of the condom and climbed into the bed beside her. He wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close. He kissed her head and pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her. "So, you still happy to be mine?" He asked, unable to keep the smile off of his face.

"Are you kidding me?" She said as she touched his tattoo. It hadn't escaped Daniel just how much she loved his tattoos, loved tracing them. "I don't think happy is the right word. I'd go for something like... really happy."

"Really happy then," Daniel said and kissed her again.

They laid like that for just a few minutes, enjoying each others company. "What do we tell the kids?" She asked as she reached for her phone.

"The truth," Daniel answered as she turned the phone on and checked the time.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath. She jumped out of bed and quickly got herself dressed. "Fuck, I've got to get back to Milo and the sitter."

Daniel did the same. He jumped out of bed and got back into his trousers and shirt. But he left off the tie and didn't button his shirt all of the way. They'd just gotten done boning, but fuck she wanted him again. But there was no time, she needed to get back to Milo.

"Let me come with you," Daniel said, unlocking his phone to call her a cab.

Y/N stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She turned towards Daniel, undeniable smile one of face. "You seriously want to come with me?"

"Of course I do, you're my girlfriend."

Girlfriend. She loved the sound of that.

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hi friends! :D y'all voted and fought neck and neck for this SO- heres the first entry into our little cooking journey of J. R. R. Tolkeins fictional food for his fictional little guys he puts in fictional turmoils for our enjoyment and awe!

 Before we get started i wanna say i owe my heart to all the LotR fans who upkeep the wiki, debate the cannon, and create their own versions of the foods mentioned. Both because of my love for people who LOVE (passionate people)(passion about anything) and because my own knowledge of this series is a little dusty. I've never seen the movies but I did read the books growing up. I'll be learning and remembering things from a fairly newbie standpoint, so no worries if you yourself arent familiar with the series! (and if you are familiar, hopefully youll forgive me!)

We will be making Lembas ('waybread') today! If you've made your own version of this please feel free to share it, similarly if you have any ideas for what we make next!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Lembas?” YOU MIGHT ASKWell so the funny thing is we kinda dont know. At least not entirely? The elves are dicks like that. But heres what we'll be using in ours-

Butter

Self-rising flour

Granulated Sugar

Raisins

A small dried fruit of your choosing

Almonds OR Pecans

EGG

Whole Milk

Heavy Cream

And if you would like for dipping-

Blackberry jam

To the extent i understand this is kinda like hardtack from the bri'ish military, but a fantastical version of it that actually tastes really good. Hardtack was a military provision with the texture of a brick that took a long time to spoil and could be easily carried with soldiers. So the texture we're going for is super dense, packed full with nuts and fruits (haha just lik-), but perhaps not that dense. We want something closer to a dog biscuit than actual tack.

I remembered something about corn being mentioned, thankfully the wiki clarified that no actually the british just referred to any grain as corn back in the day. Thank Fuck! Although I would like to try a version of this using masa in the future.

AND, “what does Lembas taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Took a few tries but eventually got it perfectly chewy and dense

The raisins cook-in like little beads of flavortown sweetness

Cant speak for other fruits but for dried apple it softened up nicely, kinda matching the raisins in the end

Im a big pecan slut, pecans fuck on anything especially here. Crumble them on top after you coat the dough with the egg-mixture for some visual appeal

Somewhat flakey outside

The jam was my idea, it was nice but might be too sweet for some tastes

Would pair very well with a kiwi flavored drink

Or mead

I can see why this would a travelling provision. Its both sugary (a good thing when expending energy) and filling (also a good thing when youre travelling) while not being overwhelming with flavor (if youre prone to motion sickness. Horse sickness? Do get motion sickness on horses?)

Its like how if you're going hiking you want a good mix of sugars and salts, to balance your intake of water.

. If you wanna make it like the illustrations or the movie, use a cookie cutter for either triangles or squares . If you don't have a cookie cutter, an apple cutter also works ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . try to keep the board you'll roll the dough out onto chilled before you use it, it seems better for the texture of the food though i dont entirely know why

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So from beginning to end, it took about an hour and half for the first attempt. Down to about 40 minutes for the second attempt. These are a real simple recipe because its not like a croissant where the margin for error is nonexistent. Middle-earth be damned my boy can work a grill.

I'd recommend storing in a tubberware container, but if you're deadset on using leaves please rinse and dry them first, and wrap the bread in either wax paper or saran wrap underneath. We dont have mallorn leaves in real life (as far as we know) but most salad greens should work, or as Marie Porter says (linked in the reblogs!) a banana leaf.

I really enjoyed the process of making this recipe, itd be really easy to batch-bake these en masse, and the process of eating said recipe. Like all jokes aside, i think this would be a great substitute for trailmix. Its not going to get smushed and even if it breaks a bit it wont affect the taste. It wont keep you fed for a whole day but pair it with some pickles or a salty snack and yeah itll keep your motor running.

I give this recipe a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Let me know if you think I got something wrong, or if you ran into issues with the recipe. We're off to a strong start, lads!

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Ingredients:

6 TBSP butter, chilled

2 cups self-rising flour

1 TBSP granulated sugar

½ cup raisins

½ other dried fruit (strawberry slices, oranges, etc.), chopped

Handful of almonds or pecans, chopped

1 egg, well beaten

½ cup whole milk

4 TBSP heavy cream

Method:

Preheat your oven to 400 f.

Cut the butter into slivers/small pieces. With your hands, combine the butter into the flour in a mixing bowl until the mixture resembles coarse sand.

Chop your dried nuts and dried fruit until it feels right.

Mix in the sugar, raisins, nut, and dried fruit of your choosing

In a seperate bowl, beat the egg until combined, and then mix in the milk until combined. Keep a bit of this mixture to brush the tops of the bread.

Stir while adding the egg/milk mixture and the heavy cream into the flour. Mix just until combined into a soft dough.

Knead the dough until firm on a floured surface.

Roll into a half inch thickness and cut with a square or leaf shaped cookie cutter. (...or in my case, an apple corer).

Place on a lightly greased baking sheet, with about an inch of space between each piece. Brush the tops of the lembas with some of the mixture you saved earlier.

Bake for about 15-20 minutes, or until it turns a soft gold and the inside is chewy.

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Home | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompts: "I've had a bad day, and honestly all I want right now are some cuddles." & "You've always felt like home."

A/n: Could be read as a part 2 to 'Seeking comfort' but also works on it's own :)

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Living with Natasha had been nothing short of perfect. You had been living together for a couple of months now, and the experience had been amazing so far. Your shared place had felt like home from the moment you and Natasha had stepped foot in it. Over the months you grew to love the little habits that started to form. 

One of your new favorite things has become coming home to Natasha. The way she ran to the door when she heard the familiar noise of your keys jingling before unlocking the front, always welcoming you home with lots of kisses, was something you would never get enough from. She was always so happy to have you back home, and in return you were very happy to be back in her arms.

Another thing that you loved was Natasha coming home to you. You always tried to make it special, and on your days off you did that by putting some extra effort into dinner. Since the two of you had moved in together, you had picked up cooking, and you tried making new recipes as often as you could. You loved surprising your lover with a home-cooked meal, and a nicely set table, turning dinner into little impromptu dates.

Above all else, you loved creating a home with Natasha. The walls and shelves that were blank upon moving, were now filled with pictures, and trinkets of your life together. Just as you had seen that first day you entered Natasha’s bedroom at the Compound. Natasha loved capturing every moment with her polaroid camera, and you loved looking back on the memories the two of you had created.

You were working on a new recipe for tonight when you heard the infamous, “Honey, I'm home.” Natasha loved being cheesy, and you loved all the domesticity that came with it. The Black Widow was a big softy, she was your big softy, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.  “In the kitchen.” You reply. It wasn't long until you heard her footsteps heading your way, and her arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Soft kisses were placed on your shoulder. “Hi detka.” You lean into her body, while you continue stirring the pan. The pasta was boiling, and the sauce you were stirring was almost done. 

“Hi baby, how was work?” Natasha grunts from behind you and nuzzles her head further into your back. "I've had a bad day, and honestly all I want right now are some cuddles." You put the heat down under your pans before you turn around in her arms. “Oh, darling, I’m sorry you had a bad day.” You wrap your arms around her, and hold her close. “Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head. “That’s okay. Let’s get you those cuddles, shall we?” 

“But what about dinner? I know you worked hard on it.” She says worriedly. “We can just have it on the couch tonight. Why don’t you take a seat? I’ll be right there.” She kisses your cheek, “You’re the best. I love you.” - “I love you too, darling.” You grab two bowls and set them down on the counter. The pasta dish needed a couple more minutes, so you decided to clean up the table you had set already in the meantime.

Once the dish is ready you shoop the pasta and then the sauce into the two bowls. On a tray you bring in both your dishes and the wine you had poured into two glasses. “It smells really good, baby, I can’t wait to try it.” Natasha appreciated your gesture to skip on the fancy set table and enjoy the food on the couch, however she did feel guilty about ruining your plans of a fancy at home dinner date. “I’m sorry about the change of plans.” She says as you hand her one of the bowls. You shake your head, “Don’t worry about it, darling. I don’t mind where we have dinner, I just want to have it with you.” You sit down beside her and put on one of her favorite movies. She instantly leaned into your side. That was another thing you had noticed, Natasha had become a lot more clingy. She always found your hand to hold, or your side to lean into. You were not complaining though, as you loved being close to her.

When your bowls were empty, you discarded them on the table to clean up later, and changed your position on the couch so that Natasha could cuddle into you properly. “Come here, baby.” You said with your arms wide open. She laid her head down on your chest, and you immediately wrapped your arms around her. The movie continued to play on the TV, and you moved one of your hands to absentmindedly play with her hair, knowing how much Natasha loved it when you did that. “Your cuddles always make me feel so much better.” You place a kiss on her forehead, “Oh yeah? Why is that?” Natasha lovingly places a kiss on your neck, “Because you’ve always felt like home.” Gosh, she really is the most adorable person to have ever existed. “You’ve always felt like home to me too. I am so happy that we have found each other, and that I get to live life with you by my side.” 

Natasha didn’t make it to the end of the movie, you heard her breathing change about half way through it. You knew she had a rough day, so you pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, letting her sleep on your chest while you finished the movie. During the movie you often thought back on how Natasha would softly speak her favorite lines of the movie out loud, the memories always bringing a smile to your face. 

Your girlfriend was still fast asleep when the movie ended. The remote was still within your reach, so you went to Spotify and turned on one of your playlists there. Soft music filled the room, and it wasn’t long before your own eyes fell closed.

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Day One: Soldier Boy + Baby It's Cold Outside

It's late december when Ben comes back from yet another search for a Vought member. He's not really a fan of christmas having never really gotten the things he wanted during his childhood.

The first time Ben hears the song it's during his time away at war. Ben is just thirty, and he loves music. Warming his heart in a way that not much else can. He hums to himself during his time away at war, and as his mother used to. It keeps him clam, and striaght with his thoughts.

It's when Vought takes Ben to be their test subject and their propaganda device, does the song come back to him. Years had passed, Vought wanted, and tried like hell to make the face of thier company sell.

What was worth selling? Sex has alway sold, and by the standards of the world then and now Ben is a deliciously sexy man. Now mix that together with money and you've pretty much got yourself anything you can dream of.

It forces Ben, or what Vought called him "Soldier Boy" to become apart of a few things. Movie titles, pinup posters, and songs. During the sevetnies, and eighties when the tech get's better the songs he laid down on records turned into shitty music videos.

During christmas time one of the years before he was caught by the russians. He does yet another albums filled with winter songs. Speicallifly the song he had used to keep himself level headed during the war, down in the trenches dirt and blood splattering his face.

Shaking the thought he does what he's told, and sings the song. That damn song that has been stuck to him like glue for the past twenty years at least. Ben does a few good things before getting caught by the Russians like buying the song on record his version and the orginal stuffing them away with other importnat documents, and things from his childhood.

Ben can see the stupid LED christmas lights from the apartments window as he walks up his duffel over his shoulder. With that he jams the brass key into the lock twisting and turning the knob before the door gives and he's let in. The lights are dimly light, and the sound of the tv plays in the background.

"I'm home." He says loudly so you can hear over the tv. He can the scampering of your feet on the hardwood, as he drops the duffel kicks the door shut with his boots, and sits down to unlace his boots.

Theres that beautiful smile he wishes he could see everyday whenever he's away. "Hey beautiful." He says with a contentment that you can hear in his voice. You smile sweetly down at him, and when ben gets up from his kneeled postion you smother him kisses.

You taste of choclate and mint, "What have you been up to while I've been gone?" He asks even though he really doesn't have to. The apartment is decorated ceiling to floor in christmas decorations. Ben feels as if he just walked into a christmas store, or maybe a hallmark.

"Well," You start with a smile written all over your face, "I've been trying to get into the sprit of christmas, and  I pulled some of your old records out looking for something a least a little bit chirstmassy." The words "your records."

"You weren't through my things?" Ben doesn't mean for the words to come out so harsh, but they do. Ben is and has always been protective of what he has and that includes you, but he wishes you could have waited till he was home and you had asked him instead.

The smile on your face starts to fall you open your mouth open to apoliges, but nothing comes out. You drop your hand from his, and get quiet moving over to the couch. "I'm sorry Ben." The tv is still playing but the sound is lower.

Ben can feel the tension in the air. Thick and it annoys him. He forgets just how sensitive you can be not used to being home just yet. Ben needs a drink before he can deal with that mess he's created.

He leaves you in the living for now, to mutter in your feelings while he finds in the kitchen a jug of eggnog. An old recipe card sits out, he internally groans. 'Fuck you for being so damn sweet to him.' and 'Fuck him for having such a sweet spot for you.' He pour himself a glass and it hits him with a tingle down his thoart. His eyes scan over the recipe card, In cursive, "Just a dash or two cups of whiskey."

He can't hear you, but cna hear the tv. He rolls his eyes has he pour himself anther cup, and you one as well. When he comes out of the kitchen you are right where he left you. Setting your cup on the side tablebut not before you move a coastar underneath it. He set his cup down on the other coastar. The silence isn't uncomfortable for Ben, but he can feel you messin' with your fingers and nails. He starts to scan what you took out. His records, and one catches his eye.

He slides his fingers over the old package, and pulls the record from the safety of it's home. The record is safe from marks, or scratches and so Ben slips it onto the record player. Grabbing the remote, turning the tv off.

"Listen baby," You don't look at him, "Honey, look at me." Your eyes are glazed with hurt, but you look at him anyways. He has to stifle his laugh at how adorable you look right now for him.

"I'm sorry for being short with you, you know it takes me a few hours to get back and used to being home with you love. Now get up here and let me fix it." Ben says, reaching out his hand palm up so your much smaller hand can fit right in it. You chew your bottom lip for a moment like your thinking of denying him, but as much as Ben's missed you you've missed him tenfold.

You grab his hand and Ben pulls you up effortlessly. He smiles for the first time since he arrived home, and your shoulders fall with contentment. Ben only lets go of your hand for a few seconds just enough to let the needle fall on the record and his hands to slip back into yours. One hand holding onto your hand and the other your waist. The two of you sway as the music crackles and then starts to play.

You rest your head against his large chest, and breathe him in. The first few tracks are not the song Ben's looking for, but he waits patiently. He likes being able to hold you like this, there's no rhythm or reason to your swaying.

That is until the song Ben had been waiting for hit his ears. The songs start slow, and then your movements become more fluid. Your socks glide on the carpet, and even if you accidentally step on Ben's feet he is still okay with having you in his arms. By the chorus of the song Ben's humming in your ear with his hand holding you with a warm grip 'round our waist.

"You'll sing it for me?" You ask with your cheek pressed into his chest. Ben's humming stops and for a moment so does the little swaying the two of you have gotten into. Ben thinks for a moment, "Maybe sweetheart. Maybe." But he can already feel you getting excited at the thought of him singing, "But for now can you take the hummin' and the swayin'?" He asks, putting a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Nodding, you place your head back on his chest, swaying, and humming resumes.

Completed on: 10/06/23

Posted on: 12/01/23

The Anti-Hero-

The Boys Master List // The Anti-Hero Master List // Christmas Stoires Master List

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[emyluwinter]

Yuu and streams.

I've always wondered what if Yuu uses his smartphone to conduct simple amateur streams? Over time, they even gain a small popularity and audience. But no one at all can intelligibly say that such Yuu.

All their followers could find was that they study at Night Raven College, but their dorm is unknown to anyone. And there are ghosts there? Some particularly energetic followers sometimes build wild theories about the life of Yuu and about the life of ghosts.

Next I will write that Yuu is a girl. I'm so comfortable.

Yuu usually streamed her normal life. Washing dishes after dinner and cleaning the kitchen. A quiet place, with simple actions and some tired charm in every movement, something hooked everyone who accidentally stumbled upon this stream. No magic despite the fact that this is her uniform belongs to one of the famous colleges of magic. Occasionally she puts a gramophone nearby that can play the music you remember. (This thing is in the guest room in the game) This thing is so old that some go to search the Internet for what it is.

On some streams, Yuu cooks a recipe book for beginners or something a little more complicated.

-Add 4/1…w h a t ? - Yuu squints at the book in puzzlement and then her eyes blink in surprise.

Her expression changes to confused and confused. Leaving the spoon and the bag of butter on the table, Yuu takes the recipe book and turns it upside down, shaking it slightly along the way so that all the joking notes from the former owners of the recorded and enclosed scraps of paper fly out.

-Pretend you didn't see it.. - Yuu asks awkwardly, unable to hide her reddened ear tips from shame.

Having a habit of pronouncing his actions, Yuu tries to follow everything according to the recipe, occasionally adding one or another spice to his taste if it is permissible.

-Oh, what a delicious syrup. - Licking a drop of syrup that fell on her finger, Yuu thinks for a second and adds even less than a teaspoon to the pie mixture more.

At one of the not birthday parties. Cater suggested that Yuu make some settings for donations or the location of the chat for followers that Yuu can see live.

It all started with pretty simple and cute donations. 15 madols on a new sponge for dishes, because this follower can't look without pain at this horror with which Yuu washes plates.

45 madols for a new light bulb so that Yuu can use them for a new light bulb in the kitchen, without fear that the last working light bulb in the chandelier will burn out and have to cook by candlelight.

Grimm wanted to participate in this for a while, but he was so lazy to do anything after classes and a good dinner that he just slept peacefully or dozed next to Yuu while she was hosting.

Accustomed to the "definitely not feline" habits of the Grimm, Yuu did not even swear when he suddenly fell asleep in the middle or at the beginning of his work.

But the followers, Grimm definitely liked it.

Ace and Deuce definitely watched every Yuu stream if they weren't busy with club activities. Why? Because somehow even the mere sight of Yuu through the screen calmed them down and motivated them to continue their training.

Despite his completely "not sincere language", Ace left any emoticons under each stream of Yuu.

Deuce really liked doing homework in the living room of the dorm while watching Yuг stream along the way. His favorite streams were when Yuu was studying or cooking something. He could not explain why he could concentrate on studying on such days and better assimilate the material. In truth, both of them could not find the strength to overcome the desire to go right now to visit Yuг and Grimm and ask for a portion when the Prefect was cooking something delicious.

Trappola more than once ran away from his duties when Yuu made pies or buns, just for the sake of being the first to try them. He gets punished by Riddle, but in a lighter form because Ace "pays off Yuu's cooking"

He ends up doing double punishment anyway.

Often Deuce is also involved in this.

Yuu's followers just go crazy when they can't find a single song they hear on her streams. Someone even made recordings and sent them to local radio or music stations, but no one could give an answer to the name of the song or melody. Which is why there are even more theories.

Detective stories that she occasionally retells while Grimm finishes his homework. And as a reward receives the answer to the riddle. He definitely likes to feel this tension from the tightening mystery like a narrow bottleneck. And then swear that the solution was so obvious and he would have guessed if Yuu had given him more clues.

Some book clubs almost pulled out their last hair trying to find the name of the book or collection mentioned by Yu. But there is not one even close to what they heard from her.

Absolutely insane theories about who the Prefect of Yuu is are starting to go around on the Internet and Magikamе.

Her dorm? There is not a single official document that it was ever possible to find. There is not one of the accounts among College students who would be there. But absolutely EVERYONE could confirm that such a dorm REALLY EXISTS. And yes, the Prefect is a living person.

One day Yuu comes to one of the streams of the next donat "1000 madols. User xxxx2546 asks - Yuu are you some kind of forgotten deity or a lost child of a famous family?"

Of course, she is very flattered that she will be donated, mostly small amounts, but she definitely improves the hostel on them so she definitely won't complain. And never in his life will he tell Director Crowley about it.

After reading the text to the donation, Yuu quietly choked on air and laughed merrily covering her mouth with her palm. Her cheerful ringing laughter bounced off the old shabby walls and pale faded wallpaper, giving the room a more lively look at least for a moment.

-Forgotten deity?! Do you guys seriously think that I am….pf… Oh, I can't… - Yuu doubled over with laughter and then suddenly straightened up.

-First of all, thank you for your help, I can finally buy some pots. And secondly….what nonsense is this?!I'm not a forgotten deity, I don't even have magic…look here..

Standing in a ridiculous hero pose, Yuu points to the window with his index finger.

-Let there be thunder and lightning! Hdysch! - having invented the ridiculous sound of the spell, Yuu jumps on the spot when thunder begins to rumble loudly on the street so much that the glass in the window frames vibrates and the room is illuminated by a thunderbolt.

Biting his lip, Yuu awkwardly looks at the camera. Now she definitely won't be able to reason with some of the people who watch her.

-I swear to you…..it's not me….

Suddenly realizing something, Yuu again makes a ridiculous pose and hand gesture.

-I want to become rich!

But nothing happens, except that the thunder and lightning increase.

-Oh, come on….it's not fair. I only know one who could….Oh shit!

Running up to the window and quickly opening it, Yuu leans out of the window and shouts loudly to someone on the street.

-Tsunotaro, please let's not rain today! I just hung up all the laundry!!!

Suddenly, the whole storm subsides and the chat just blows to shreds from text and messages. Yuu looks at his phone even more confused.

-I don't think I can explain it to you for sure….

I think that Vil also makes streams from time to time. Because he is a media personality and he needs to maintain his level.

So on one of the streams, several of his followers notice a terribly familiar interior and furnishings that they have definitely already seen somewhere.

-Schoenheit I brought you tea as you requested.. - a quiet voice-over is heard in the room while Vil continues his stream.

-Oh, thank you, put it on the table, please.

The chat begins to fill up with questions whether it could be someone from the staff or college students. And what kind of relationship they have with a celebrity.

Behind Schoenheit, a small figure in an apron can be seen placing a tray with a cup and a small teapot on a table behind the place where the model is sitting. The face does not get into the frame. And the chat is even more crazy.

-Is there anything else you need? - again an unfamiliar and quiet voice for everyone.

-Yes, here is a list of what we talked about earlier. And don't forget the ointment.- Schoenheit puts some paper in her hand with a plaster on the brush.

-Okay, I get it. Thank you, that helped a lot from the burn.

A few days later, on Yuu's stream, some people notice the same hand with a Band-Aid and the same paper in her hands.

"150 madols. user xxxx45461 asks - what happened to your hand?"

-Oh thank you, oh…. a trifle I burned myself in class today. I've already been given a good ointment so it's okay. Today there will be a short stream because I will need to do a lot of tasks from the list. And it's secret.

A huge wave is now pouring into the piggy bank of theories about the origin of Yuu, what kind of relationship she may have with the most famous Schoenheit model. Magikame buzzes like a pterodactyl from all the most impossible and ridiculous options.

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[lucy90712]

Baking- Pedri

"I want to make a cake" I announced just to Pedri who was sat next to me 

"Since when do you bake?" He questioned 

"I mean I don't but that doesn't mean I can't I've baked before" I said 

"What type of cake do you want to make?" He asked 

"I was thinking just a regular sponge cake but I was going to decorate it to make it all pretty" I said 

"Let's do it then" he said 

"Wait you want to help me" I said 

"Of course" he said pulling me up from the sofa 

First I looked up a recipe and made a list of the things we needed so we could go and get them. We had some of the ingredients at home already but we needed some sugar and stuff to decorate the cake. Once we arrived at the store I was reminded why I always go without Pedri and that's because he's a nightmare, he wanted to go down every aisle and I had to remind him numerous times that he can't eat half the things in the store but eventually we made it to the baking aisle. The amount of different stuff in the aisle was overwhelming there was so many types of icing and they all came in every colour imaginable. While I was trying to take it all in and decide what would look good Pedri had made the decision for me and picked out a pale purple and blue icing. He then found some piping bags and nozzles which is definitely out of our skill range but it should be fun and at this point baking this cake is all about fun as it's definitely not going to taste good. 

When we eventually had everything we needed Pedri took the basket from me and he paid which I tried to tell him not to do but there was no convincing him. When we made it back home he dropped everything off in the kitchen so we could get started but before he let me do anything he ran off upstairs which should take me by surprise but it just doesn't anymore. It wasn't long before he came back down holding two aprons which had clearly never been used as they must've been gag gifts probably from Fer. When he unfolded them all I could do was laugh one of them said warning hot stuff and the other had a picture of a man's abs on them. They were so cheesy but I kind of loved them, after some thinking Pedri gave me the hot stuff one which he said was because that's what I am but I know deep down it's because he wanted me to stare at him and I happily will oblige. 

After he tied the apron for me we got out everything we needed and I pulled the recipe back up to find out how much we needed of each ingredient. I measured out the butter and sugar first then added the eggs before I mixed that together as that's what the recipe told me to do. As I was mixing I asked Pedri to measure out the flour to save some time and because he was just stood staring at me as I did everything. Stupidly I trusted him but I really shouldn't have he was doing well until a whole load of flour came out at once sending the amount way over what we needed and not an amount we could get away with just adding it was nearly double. He had to take some out and to start with he used a spoon but he picked the smallest spoon we have so of course he got bored and began to use his hands which thankfully he washed first. In hindsight I should've taken over before we got to this point but I didn't so instead I just watched as the countertops became covered in flour as well as Pedri. 

It took just seconds for the entire kitchen including half the floor to be covered in flour. Pedri was covered too it was all over his apron, in his hair and on his face. I was so glad I had my phone, which was also dusted with flour, to take pictures of this moment. Pedri's parents and brother told me that he's not always the best in the kitchen although for as long as we've been together he's been fine but now I see what they mean. He graciously let me take some pictures of him so I can remember this moment and mock him for it for the foreseeable future although he was frowning in every single one I got. Once I was done laughing I started to feel a bit bad for him as he just wanted to help me bake and spend time with me and I'm just laughing at him. 

Just as I was about to start dusting some of the flour off Pedri's look changed and instead of a pout he suddenly had a smirk on his face which is never a good thing. Next thing I knew he put his hands in the flour and started to run towards me. I ran away not wanting to meet the same dusty fate but Pedri is a faster runner than I am and he has better stamina than me so it wasn't long before I gave up and he caught me. He pulled me straight into a hug and then put his hands on my face so I too was looking a bit like a snowman. Once he let me go he pressed a quick kiss to my nose before also pressing one to my lips which made this whole situation a lot better. As I turned to head back to the kitchen I felt Pedri put his hands on my ass which I definitely should've seen coming as he can be such a child at times. We have a mirror by the front door so I went to look at what he'd done and there was two handprints right there which really stood out as I had black leggings on. 

Pedri eventually made his way to join me in the kitchen and we finally added the flour and finished the mixture so it could go in the oven. Then we were faced with the daunting task of cleaning the mess that had only seemed to spread. First we washed up all of the utensils and the bowls we used as that was less daunting. Once that was done we had no choice but to face the explosion of flour that covered the kitchen. Pedri put some music on and grabbed the cleaning supplies; if I was mean I would make him clean it all himself but I'm not so I started mopping the floor while he cleaned the counter. 

"You don't have to help this is my mess I can clean it" he said 

"We're a team so we work together plus I suggested we make a cake so this is partly my fault" I said 

"This is why you're the best girlfriend" he said kissing my cheek quickly 

As soon as the kitchen was clean the timer went off and the cake was done and I can't lie it looked really good. Pedri wanted to decorate it straight away but I made him wait for the cake to cool first as otherwise the icing would just melt into a big mess. He's usually quite impatient but today he was happy to wait and just hold onto me as we continued to listen to music while waiting for the cake to cool down. Most people don't get to see the softer side of Pedri as they only see him when he's highly focused on the pitch or messing around in training but he really is a softie. He loves to just cuddle like this or on the sofa under the fluffiest blanket we have in the house and he's more affectionate than you would think he always likes to be close to me or touching me in some way whenever we aren't in public and I love that it's like I get to have this part of him all to myself. 

His patience and calmness didn't last too much longer though as the excitement go too much for him and he grabbed the icing and the piping bags and started to get them ready after I told him what to do. He gave me the purple icing while he had the blue so I showed him a simple design and we worked together to create a great pattern around the outside. We really did a good job if I do say so myself especially for our first attempt. Pedri was so pleased with what we made that he took a picture and sent it to his parents to get their approval which was really sweet. He was so happy when his mum text back saying that it looked lovely but a seconds after I got a text from her asking how much chaos he had caused which made me laugh while Pedri started putting on his pouty face again so I kissed his lips and sneakily put some icing on his nose before running away so that he couldn't get be back.

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[baratiddyappreciator]

Valentines Day Mega Post!

Happy Valentines day folks! Have this gift! I spent a while working on it to make it my largest post! We have SFW and NFW HCs and short stories all wrapped up in one pretty pink bow! HCs for both, but only short stories for SFW (ran out of time lol).

Baki:

He didn't celebrate before meeting Kozue, she was the first person to help him celebrate Valentine's day, so she does hold some part of him captive during this holiday, but he wants to make this one about the both of you, and that's what he's gonna do!

He really, really tries to make chocolate for you. He follows recipes to a T, but some steps just inevitably go wrong. Be it Musashi trying to jump up on the counter and eat the mix or the chocolate catching on fire while he's trying to melt it. He eventually caves and buys you some nice chocolates to make up for it with a promise that he'll get Retsu to show him how for next year.

Normally Baki is very open about his affection, he's very touchy and isn't afraid to tell you he loves you, and that affection level doesn't change. He expresses his love for you just like he always does, nothing really changes other than the atmosphere. He likes to take you walking through nice places normally, but during this holiday he makes the extra effort to take you somewhere romantic and pretty so he can admire how much prettier you are than any of it.

He'd honestly love to just take you out on a big date. From breakfast until supper, you're out on the town going through a list of things he's thought about in advance, from breakfast at the best hole in the wall you've ever been to, to a boat ride through a park, and finally to dinner at a nice place. He's planned it out to be perfect, and nothing is going to interrupt the two of you. He's even got a nice romantic at home movie night prepared!

Oh he absolutely wants to go and get you gifts! As a matter of fact, you can't stop him from getting you gifts, but he's going to make you pick them out. It's all a part of his hangout plan! Why stress about gifts when he can just take you to a mall and pay for everything you plan on buying? Get mad at him if you want, but he can afford it, and you're worth it. As for him, he doesn't need anything, but he'll treasure whatever you get him.

He really wants to find a nice scenic spot to sit and watch the sun go down with you. If it means making reservations at an upscale restaurant a year in advance just so he can watch you while the sun goes down, then he will, don't test him. As long as he can see you happy and enjoying yourself though, he's more than happy.

A familiar warm and callused hand reached across the table to hold yours, thumb rolling over the back of your hand as Baki flashed you a smitten grin, the sun shining warmly on your skin, glinting off of the water ahead of you, demanding your attention. Looking over, you were greeted by the sight of the water turning to liquid gold, the sky the colour of molten lava, the last of the sun's warm rays kissing your face as Baki leaned across the table to kiss your cheek, chuckling as he set a hand on your shoulder, thumb gently massaging to soothe any of the tension built up from when you'd gone shopping earlier, silently watching you as you looked back at him, smiling, bathed in the warm golden light.

It was hard to wind him, but you stole his breath away without any effort whatsoever, and this was one of those moments where his breath was gone, yours for the taking, just like his heart. He smiled softly, holding one of you hands in both of his. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I need you to know that. I love you baby." He spoke softly, a confession for your ears and your ears alone, one he would say time and time again if you let him.

Kozue:

She absolutely celebrates normally! She likes decorating her room with little hearts, she gets window paint and mixes several different shades of pinks to paint them on. They leave fun little shadows all over her floor when the sun hits right!

Absolutely makes chocolate for you. She makes different kinds, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, with and without fillings, just any chocolates the first year, then she gets feedback to see what you like the most.

She's normally pretty intimate with her affection. Holding your hand, kissing your forehead, telling you she loves you. She's already super affectionate, but this is an excuse to be even more affectionate with you. It's perfect! You can't get anything done without her practically crawling onto your lap for a cuddle.

Given the chance, she's going to take out out to a museum, walking around and joking, holding hands, going to the gift shop to find the goofiest looking things possible so you can scoop them and admire them in your homes. She wants to spend time with you having fun, so a museum, a play in the park, an aquarium or a zoo, she's taking you out somewhere fun where you can both nerd out over things together, and then go home for some of her mom's elite cooking and some cuddles, corny movies and snacks.

Oh she loves getting you things, but if she can get you something that will take out out with delirious laughter then she considers it an absolute win in her book. The ugliest looking plush you've ever seen? Bet your ass she's got it for you, but she's also going to want to get you something thoughtful and sweet that she knows you're going to both use and appreciate. As for gifts for her, she's going to insist that she doesn't need anything, and that she's fine just spoiling you and leaving herself out of it, but she's lying. Return the favour and she'll remember it for the rest of her life.

She wants to be cuddled up all warm and snug with you in bed, tired, comfortable and not hungry in the slightest, surrounded by your combined haul from the day, looking back at pictures and small videos that you both took of each-other, just so she can fall asleep peacefully with you and wake up feeling well-rested and looking back on the day fondly.

A squeal left Kozue's lips as she flinched back from the large bird on the other side of the fence, holding the bucket of food, which was being very quickly whittled away, between herself and the ostrich, leaving you breathless and sore as you practically folded in half from laughter, too amused by the situation to run to her rescue. Not that she needed saving, frankly, all she needed to do was take a big step back and she'd be out of range of the massive neck and head that insisted on being fed. Of course the biggest ostrich in the pen had taken an interest in her particular bucket of food and every time she tried to pull away, it hissed and reached at her, snapping at her fingers and her face. But now she was just barely out of its reach- The bucket rattled as she took one large step back, and the ostrich hissed loudly, flapping its wings and stomping.

She looked triumphantly back at you, only then noticing that your phone was up, her face flushing bright red as she rushed towards you, laughing and grabbing at your phone playfully. The sound of her laughter, boisterous and joyful rang through the air from your phone screen as she snuggled against your shoulder, her blankets pulled up to her nose, a soft smile on her lips as she looked up at you. "Thanks for a good day, it was even better with you." She whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek before snuggling down again, nuzzling against your neck as you moved onto the next video, a clip of her petting a sheep, teary-eyed and so obviously happy that it almost broke your heart.

Hanayama:

In sharp contrast to Christmas, Hanayama's home don't chance in the slightest for Valentine's day. He doesn't celebrate, he doesn't even think of it. He won't even realise that it's Valentine's day until he goes out to a club or something and the staff all greet him with "Happy Valentine's day!". At that point, he's scrambling to get you something on time just so it's clear that yes, he loves you, but it really isn't his thing.

He can't bake to save his life, I doubt that the man can cook anything more than toast (poorly), but he can get you some good chocolate. Be it fancier chocolate outside of your normal comfort level for your price range, to exclusive chocolate only made once a year that is more expensive than you could ever have dreamed of affording. And he's going to make sure you have plenty to last you for a while.

He's almost non-affectionate when out in public, but he's going to take the excuse to lavish you in attention. He's admiring you at every chance he gets, grabbing your waist and shoulders, kissing your forehead, all of it. He doesn't care.

He wants to spend the day with you in lavish places. Expensive stores, restaurants, clubs, bars. He wants to spoil you (mostly because he forgot Valentine's day was today but shhhh), and he's not going to take no for an answer. He will, however, take your input in mind. If you know somewhere better to eat then he'll take you there, expensive or not.

He's GOING to get you gifts. They're pretty and expensive, but they're more of a general gift from him, with something more personalised being picked out by you while he spoils you while you're out and about. Definitely will get flustered if you get him anything, but he's going to

He wants to end the day admiring you in the low lighting of a club, watching you dance, drink and have fun. His guys might join you, and that just makes it better to know that you're getting along with his people and are having a good time.

Your hand looked so tiny in his. Nearly entirely dwarfed by his palm alone as he led you slowly through the crowd of busy shoppers at the mall, the crowds parting in front of him, almost like he was radioactive and actively threatening everyone's life. He wasn't, of course. He was just trying to get you to your favorite store before it got too busy or ran out of stock on your favorites. There was no way that he would let that happen to you. No way in hell. He'd called in advance (gotten one of his guys to call) to make sure that your favorite item was still in stock. They had limited supply, he was determined. And as frightening as it looked on the outside, it was just the most amusing thing to you. He'd looked so serious when he'd said where he was going to take you.

And when he finally got there? Oh he was glorious, loading up his arms full and staring down at you expectantly, waiting for you to pick out something else. Of course, the initial flustered response, and his insistent stare, you finally picked more out. He had to get two of his guys to come in and bring the bags back out to the car so you could both keep shopping. And now? Now he was walking with you again, hand in hand, a far more relaxed pace in his stride, your hand gently swinging back and forth in his. "You have a good day? Hope you did. I worked hard to make this perfect for you." He said, gently kissing your forehead as he brought you off to go to dinner. He'd promised something good, and if the clothes he'd told you to wear were any indication, him spending a lot of money on you wasn't going to be the end of it.

Chiharu:

He absolutely LOVES celebrating! He's got decorations up everywhere, he likes to hide little hearts in his hair and outfit, gets stickers for his motorcycle, he likes to dress in more pinks and reds, which is a very flattering colour for him and he knows it. Keep him away from heart-printed suits. He will get one and he will wear it.

He'll try very hard to make you some chocolate, but he gets backups just in case because he knows that the odds of him messing up are high. He might get distracted and all of the sudden boom, it's ruined. But he'll try! If he does manage, it'll be a bit lopsided and imperfect, but charming.

Openly, very loudly and gleefully expresses his affection. You are his god, his reason for being, he loves you so fully that Valentine's day doesn't change the way he expresses his affection. He's just as excitedly affectionate as always.

He wants to just stay home and cuddle you all day. No running around in torn, just cuddling and spending the day together being dumb idiots in love and being comfortable. He doesn't bother changing out of his pj's unless there's something interesting that comes up for the both of you.

Oh hell yeah he's getting you gifts! He's going to get you something GLORIOUS and so flashy it's honest to god a seizure risk if it gets hit by the light. Other than that, soft things, nice things. He wants you to feel nothing but soft and sweet when you're at his place. As for anything given to him, he insists that he doesn't need them but he'll gladly take whatever he's given.

He wants to spend the day with you, and that includes the end of the day. He wants to wind up in a pillow fort, laughing and cuddling, watching some ungodly movie. It's horrible and you're both wheezing because you've been laughing so hard, your faces hurt and there are tears in your eyes, but he's going to pause for just a second to kiss your forehead.

The blankets around you were warm and soft against your skin, the sound of Chiharu wheezing as he laughed, the worst rom-com you've ever seen, his arm slung over your back and his legs tangled between yours. It was almost like he was trying to constrict around you, desperate to absorb your body heat and get as close as possible while he cuddled with you. It was dark out, your dirty dishes sat on the floor ahead of you, practically licked clean from the quick dinner the both of you had made together. Just something simple but good, it didn't take so long, and it took even less time to inhale the food, though between all the laughing and the joking, chaste kisses and playful shoving, it took slightly longer than maybe it would have. Another kiss was pressed against your forehead as he pulled you even closer.

Despite the soft scrape of his slight stubble against your forehead, his kiss was sweet, affectionate, loving as he practically crushed you under him, leaving you to laugh and push at him in an attempt to get him off of you. "Noooo baby, I just wanna kiss you some more. Come on, one more smooch, I gotta show you how much I love you!" He whined playfully, before your palms met his face, smooshing his cheeks as you pushed his face away gently, earning a wail of despair as he rolled away from you, all the way to the other end of the blanket fort, laying like he'd been shot, mocking sobs escaping his lips before he cracked an eye open to look at you, almost hopeful, before promptly resuming his dramatic impression of a banshee.

Katsumi:

He likes celebrating for the slutty outfits he can wear. Any excuse he can get to show off his body, which he's super proud of, he's going to take full advantage of. This is the perfect time to get him some fun skimpy tops. Any boob cuts look great on him, and nobody is going to say anything because he looks like he could very easily throw them into the sun. And he probably would too.

He's definitely willing to try his hand at making you chocolates. So what if he gets his mom to help? It's the thought that counts, and Natsue is a skilled woman who would very happily help her baby boy make some chocolates for his sweetheart! If he fails miserably, either way, you're getting snacks from Natsue. It's a win-win situation.

Openly and very much in a lovey-dovey sense. He's going to kiss and hold your hands, stare into your eyes lovingly, like he's looking into the secrets of the universe. His father taught him that if he loves someone, he's gotta let them know it, and oh boy does he let you know. But once Valentine's day rolls around, he likes to fluster you by going over the top. Normally he's got pet names for you, but this holiday brings out the Pookie Boo Bear's and whatnot. He's going to fluster you to hell and back.

He wants to just let loose with you, do something kinda dumb and maybe a bit reckless, but fun! Like sneaking into an abandoned building with the guys and drinking, or even heading to the roof of the Shin-Shin-Kai building to just stargaze and play some music. The neighbors might not appreciate it, but as long as you're having a good time, he doesn't care. He wants to have fun with you, and that's what's going to happen.

He's absolutely going to get you a gift! Something soft and fuzzy that you can hug when he's working late at night at the dojo or out fighting. A bear made from a few of his shirts with a sachet drenched in his cologne is his go-to, but he's also the type to also spoil you, so expect to find a really nice necklace or bracelet on its neck so he can have something he can look at and feel proud about.

As crazy and eventful as your day might be, he wants to end it right. A nice dinner with a good view, warm food, good company, and then, once you get back to the apartment and get all the giggles out, a nice cuddle. He tones down the over-the-top dramatized affection to something you know is more genuine so you know he was just being a bit goofy. He loves you, and he's not scared of telling you that.

The day had been filled with laughter and fun, pushing and shoving with the guys playfully. But now, all of that was done as you sat, waiting on the couch, blindfolded as he hummed along to the radio, shuffling into the room to press a kiss to your forehead. He took your hands, leading you towards... Something. It smelled good, whatever it was, and he was careful where he led you. You were convinced he was just dragging you around the same spot for a while before he pulled you towards a chair, gently setting you down on the seat, pressing another kiss to your forehead, before he pulled the blindfold off, revealing... Your living room, all redone to look nice, hanging fairy lights, and a table full of fresh food, still hot. He looked so proud of himself.

The spread was truly impressive, but you recognized the handywork as Natsue's. Not that it mattered, of course. You'd gotten suspicious when you'd heard the amount of soft swears and clattering in the kitchen, and of course, the amount of time it had taken (and a suspicious burning smell) but it didn't really matter. You were just happy to have the food in front of you. "So I think you know, but I uh... Called my mom for this. I don't think it matters though. As long as you like it, right?" He said with a smile, pouring some wine into your glass and raising his own for a toast, before taking a long sip. He smiled at you, and leaned across the table to kiss you, thumb brushing over the back of your hand before you two started digging in.

Jack:

He didn't really celebrate it a whole lot when he was younger, though he did usually bring home chocolates from school and immediately divide them up with his mom. Many admirers had their hearts broken by this stoic blonde. But with you, he starts to think that maybe the holiday isn't as overrated as he thought, because now he just wants to spend the whole day with you being a normal couple.

He can't make chocolate, he knows that and he won't really try for the first few years, but on your first valentine's day he'll wake you with breakfast in bed: chocolate-chip pancakes with strawberries cut into little hearts and a nice hot drink for the love of his life. The real chocolate gift comes in the days after Valentine's day though. One day he'll just walk in with arms fully loaded with massive bags of chocolate, a victorious grin on his face. He's going to spoil you rotten if you're not careful, though a small cut get sent back home for his mom. He needs to make sure that she gets her share after all.

His love language is very quiet, which isn't hard to believe considering the fact that he's such a quiet man in the first place, but this is an excuse for him to be louder and more open with his affection. He can't stop touching you, and he can't help but just tell you he loves you out of seemingly nowhere. Sometimes he just needs to tell you because he's so overcome with it. Honestly, the way he treats you would definitely inspire some jealousy from onlookers.

He doesn't want to do anything fancy, it's not his way of doing things, but with you he could live in a leaky cardboard box if it meant seeing you safe and happy. He just wants to spend the day with you, and that's what he'll do. It's a lazy day for him, a cheat day too, not that he sees it that way. It's a reward for all of his hard work so far, and one that's well deserved! A walk in the woods, just spending the day cuddling on the couch or in bed, it doesn't matter as long as he has you.

He's not the best at gift giving, so when he realizes that it's February already he starts panicking a little. What if he can't get you a gift in time?! What if you don't like it?! But he doesn't have time to waste, so he gets to work right away. It's nothing fancy, but he worries that you might miss him while he's training, so he commissions someone to make a bear for you out of some of his old sweaters and shirts, which he sticks under his pillow for about a week just so his smell is on it. As for gifting him, he insists you don't need to get him anything, but he'll treasure it regardless.

He doesn't ever want this to be a disappointment for you, you chose him after all! A day spend cuddling and lounging around and just enjoying each-others presence will end that way, of course, but he's going to want to take you somewhere first. He might miss the sunset, but what he really wants to show you is the night sky, away from the light pollution of the big city. He'll let you ride on his back while he hikes out to a nice isolated spot so you can both sit and just be, the only people for kilometers to come. Just you, him, and the open night sky.

His warmth radiated through his back, the smell of his bodywash and cologne lulling you into a blissful, comfortable state of being half asleep and half awake as he walked. Even in the darkness, his footing was sure, like he knew where he was going. Knowing him, he probably did, he'd likely walked this exact trail for weeks in advance just so he could make sure it was perfect for whatever it was he was planning. You didn't really know how long he'd been walking, long enough for your much shorter legs to get tired, but the realization that he'd stopped dawned on you slowly, his hand patting your thigh for a moment before he sank to the ground, taking a seat, letting you crawl back into his lap, the heat radiating from his body protecting you from the chill of the February air, his lips pressing gently against your forehead, before he nodded up at the sky, drawing your attention.

The sky was clear, barely a cloud in sight, leaving you to be able to see every star up in the sky, glittering and twinkling so beautifully it took your breath away, but he wasn't looking at the sky, no, he was looking at you, the light of the moon illuminating all of your features, leaving him to admire you. "If I could give it all to you, I would. Every last one of them would be yours. It's what you deserve." He muttered, pressing another kiss to your forehead, arms wrapped around your waist, enjoying the sound of silence for the first time in months. No car horns, no music, just the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Just the two of you.

Kosho:

Doesn't celebrate, doesn't care to celebrate. It's not really his thing. He does the whole tradition of getting you flowers and corny gifts, but other than that he doesn't really care for the holiday. It doesn't change that much either the longer you date, but it does get a little bit better with the execution.

He'll buy you chocolate no problem. Not something cheap either, a nice, rich chocolate just for you. He's going to make sure that you know he appreciates you, even if he doesn't like this holiday.

His affection is expressed very quietly normally, and that doesn't really change much ever, specific circumstances aside, but if asked to he will make an effort to be more affectionate on Valentine's day. He needs to be told these things because he won't just assume what you want.

He just wants to have a nice day, regardless of what you do, and will happily go along with any plans you make or whatever you want to do, but if he sees you've been having a hard year he'll gladly plan something romantic out for you, though he doesn't need a holiday as an excuse for that.

He gets you roses as a basic "I love you gift" and maybe a plushy, but after the first three years together his gifts get a little less tepid and more "I know that this is an important holiday for you" kinda way. Any gifts given to him are very appreciated, of course, and he'll gladly accept them.

As long as he gets to spend the night with you in his arms, he's happy. He doesn't need anything other than that, knowing that you're safe and happy is more than enough for him, and he's happy for that every day he has with you.

He was so boring. You'd told him, but all he'd given you in response was a grunt as he pushed your face away, pausing to squish your face, staring into your eyes before he sighed, pushed you back onto the couch and stood, motioning for you to follow him. Playful bickering ensued as you put a light jacket on and proceeded to follow your gloomy and boring boyfriend to... An arcade? The windows were decorated with hearts and fake roses littered the counters and tables as he brought you inside, smiling slightly as he bought some tokens only to challenge you, like a fool, to your favourite arcade game... That he somehow managed to beat you at. Clearly he was cheating, like the cheaty cheater her was! A rematch was demanded, much to the same result. Rematches were demanded, games were switched, but eventually you only had four tokens left and a shared hatred of the cursed claw machine.

Kosho was insistent that he could win you the plush you had your eyes on and one for himself, he was determined, he looked up tutorials and cheats to see if he could force the damn thing into spitting up the prizes. And somehow, he managed while you were in the bathroom, returning only to have him triumphantly present you with the prize you'd been eyeing. "There! See! I told you I could do it! And you said I wouldn't do anything nice for you on Valentine's day!" He'd boasted, only to shamefully admit that he'd used up the last of the tokens on the plush you'd wanted, so you'd had to get more to make more attempts at the one he wanted. In the end, you'd submitted your tickets for the most ridiculous prizes you could find on the shelves behind the counter, but it was absolutely worth it to see his judgmental stare at the t-rex reach extender you'd picked a full month later as he used it to tear a wasp nest off of the wall near the front door.

Kureha:

He celebrates because he can be admired, but no other reason for that. He knows he's very popular with his coworkers (and even some of his opponents if he's being honest) and that results in the most glorious amount of both praise, open admiration and gifts he's ever received. He's going to get you in on this scheme.

Honey he doesn't need to buy or make you chocolates. If you help him in his Valentine's day scheme then you get a cut, fifty-fifty split, he promises. By the time the holiday is over you both have enough chocolate to last you until the next major holiday, but it definitely won't make it that far.

His affection is something he's stingy with, but he makes sure to lavish you in it on Valentine's day (definitely not as a way to make everyone else genuinely interested in him back off) in as public a place as possible, but that extends to when you're both at home. He does appreciate you putting up with this shit, and Valentine's day is one of two days he makes a strong effort to show it.

He'd ideally take you to a beach or something where you can both just sit and relax for the day, but if he's busy then he's busy, and he'll make it up to you with a really nice dinner (paid for in gift-cards that he got from admirers and colleagues) and a nice bitch-shesh in the tub. Complete with wine, gossip (his ass does violate HIPPA) and some trash TV. Doesn't have to be anything extravagant, really, but it is a good time.

He gets you two kinds of gifts: showy, for everyone else to see be given to you so everyone gets the message that you are taken, and so is he. But then there's the genuine gifts that he gets you, and those are saved for when you're both at home, having a few laughs and some drinks. They're sweet and very thoughtful on his behalf, and he expects the same from you.

After a nice self-care session and a bit of gossiping with some drinks, he'd honestly be pretty happy curling up in bed to watch a movie or read a book. Some down-time after all the work he does is nice, and he does actually enjoy spending time with you, even if half of the time he does he acts stuck-up.

The air smelled like roses, almonds, vanilla and oat milk as you both lounged in the tub, cuddled up as the Real Housewives screamed about their problems and their conflicts, wine glasses being swirled around like you were fancy and bougie, rich beyond everyone else's wildest dreams, your man breaking several HIPPA rules and regulations as he told you the gossip about literally every patient that had ever so much as annoyed him. You'd never thought that sitting in a bathtub full of rose petals with an oat milk mask in your hair drinking wine with your boyfriend while he told you about an old mans ruptured colonoscopy bag could ever be romantic, but here you were, and honestly it was a great time, minus the gross-out factor.

His lips met your forehead before he took a swig of his drink, both of you pausing in your gossip session to stare at the screen as two drunk middle-aged white women proceeded to pull hair and scream at the other, shouting accusations neither of you really cared to look into. "Oh my god... We're not that trashy, are we? We can't be, we're too hot to be trashy, right?" He asked, a serious tone in his voice, dead silence hanging between the two of you before the both of you burst out laughing, leaning against each-other for support. Maybe it was time to cut way back on the wine, but the mood was high and the night was still kinda young. Besides! You hadn't even done hand-care yet!

Retsu:

He didn't use to, but now that you're in his life he absolutely is. He goes the whole nine yards with decorations, expect to wake up only to find the entire apartment decorated for Valentine's day. Hearts on the mirrors, windows, scattered around the sheets, on the food, on the lights. It's honestly impressive, because they're not store bought. He's been making origami and cut-outs for weeks in advance just to make it a special time.

Oh he 100% makes chocolate for you. And guess what? It's got hearts! The chocolate itself is heart-shaped, the icing, the napkin with the plate. He goes all-out and honestly it's something you'd see from a high-end bakery that would cost a LOT of money. But no, nono, you don't have to pay a cent for it, and that's probably the best part.

He's shy with his affection, but that doesn't mean he doesn't show it. He loves holding your hand and doing little acts of service for you to show you that he loves you and cares very much, and this doesn't change regardless, but he does try to be a bit more bold with his affection. Kissing you while out in public, draping his arm around your shoulders if you're waiting for something. he's sweet and flustered, but he's trying.

He admittedly doesn't have any plans beyond what he's going to cook for you. He finds that planning things out is a bit more stressful and may not be as genuine of an experience, so depending on weather and mood, you either go out for a day on the town or you stay in all cozy and snuggled up together, though if there's a special event going down he does at least bring it up and see if you want to go.

His gifts are small but sweet, and honestly, he's the type of man that you don't really need a lot of gifts from when you're together because his very presence is a gift, and not in the way that Kureha thinks his is. Either way, he does make an effort to get you something nice, and anything you get him will be cherished. He takes care of his things, especially from you.

He wants to end the night together. Happy, full, having had a good day. Cuddling or not, as long as you had a good day he's more than happy, and he's going to tell you. Expect him to very sleepily thank you for the fantastic day and to be smothered in kisses.

Rain beat against the walls and windows, the chill demanding to be let in, though it failed miserably, being fought off by the warm blankets that Retsu had wrapped around the both of you, his face nuzzling into your shoulder as he hummed, arms wrapped around your waist to pull you into his chest. He was half asleep and comfortable, and you were pretty sure that he wasn't even aware that it was raining out, but he didn't seem in a huge hurry to get up and go out in this weather. He was sleepy and comfortable, and you were just so soft and comfortable, he couldn't help but just doze in and out of conscience until he got hungry enough to get up, kissing you on the forehead, and shuffling into the kitchen to brew some nice warm tea and make a simple but nutritious breakfast.

You walked up behind him and hugged his waist as he whisked eggs to make an omelette, a hum rumbling from deep within his chest, your cheek vibrating against his back as he acknowledged your presence, pausing to turn around in your grasp and kiss your forehead. "Wait just a little longer love, I'm almost done whisking, food will be ready and on the table in a few minutes. You should go get some more sleep, it's the perfect day to be lazy." He suggested, but you stuck to his side, enjoying the smells of the cooking food and the brewing tea, soaking up the warmth of his skin to keep the chill of the rainy morning air out.

Doppo & Natsue:

Oh absolutely. They celebrate every year, you're just an excuse to go bigger and better. And they absolutely go bigger and better. They use every chance they have to go on a big date together and celebrate. The first year you're with them is almost suffocating, because by the time the day is over your head is spinning and you might be more than a little drunk, but it's fun as all hell.

Natsue 100% makes you chocolates, but it's no secret. As a matter of fact, she's just as likely to make you and Doppo help out. IN the end, if any solid pieces of chocolate manage to survive, it's by a stroke of luck because some of it will be flung at someone, and the rest will all be "taste tested" (consumed without regret), so Doppo's stash of bought chocolates will probably make an appearance.

They're both incredibly open with their affection, and that doesn't change in the slightest. Doppo loves you, and he loves Natsue, and vice-versa. They're going to smother you with affection, and they're going to smother each-other with affection, and it's just one big love-fest between the three of you. Good vibes all around.

Oh there are plans. Doppo likes to plan dates to be perfect, and that's exactly what he's going to do. Something to satisfy all three of you, be it a trip to an aquarium and then dinner, or a day out in the park to cuddle once you all get back home, he's the master when it comes to date-night.

Oh yeah they get gifts for you alright. MANY. You will cry, Doppo will gently bully you about it, and Natsue will gently bully him about being an emotional sap that has to deflect from him feeling so sappy that he had to pick on you instead. Don't worry though, getting him literally anything remotely thoughtful will have him practically bawling. Natsue is incredibly appreciative of your gifts as well.

Doppo's an easy man to please: As long as the night ends with smiles and laughs, he's happy. If you and Natsue had a good time, he had a good time, and that's all there is to it. Though a cuddle pile is absolutely how he'd like to go out, because he knows he's comfortable to lay on.

Doppo's back met the ground with a loud thud, his boisterous laughter invading the room, echoing off of the walls as you practically pounced on him, a short wrestle put an end to the playful conflict though, especially when Natsue walked in and tossed her jacket straight at the back of your head, blinding you for the split-second that the legendary tiger killer needed to jab you right in your sides, leaving you laughing and wheezing on his chest. You'd barely kicked your shoes off, and your head was a bit fuzzy from all the drinks, but that was alright, you'd had a good night, a lot of fun, there'd been food and drinks and laughing, lots of hugging and getting emotional, but now you were just ready to sleep, your limbs heavy, almost as heavy as your eyelids. Doppo kissed your forehead with a chuckle, pulling off your jacket and shoes to go put them by the bedroom door while Natsue tried to urge you into a pair of pajamas.

Once everyone was comfortable and settled, silence fell over the room, one of Doppo's hands on your shoulders, the other on the base of Natsue's back, he looked about five seconds away from falling asleep, and both you and Natsue weren't far behind. "I love you two, you know that right? Do anything to make you happy." Doppo said in a low rumble, soothing the both of you into sleep as he kissed your foreheads, pleased with how his life was turning out. After all, being sandwiched between two of the most important people of his life, able to hug both of them, hold them close? That was the dream.

Motobe:

He celebrates Valentine's day in a more mature way, more likely to grab a drink than decorate, but he does humor his students and adds a few hearts to the windows of his dojo, some nice red accents. That's pretty much it. Other than that, he doesn't really care for the holiday, but he will make an effort with you.

He won't make you chocolates, but he'll get you some! Some nice ones too, rich and dark chocolates are his favorites, so you're going to get some of those so he can steal them when you're not looking, but others will be provided as well.

He's confident with his affection, he likes touching you. A hand on your shoulder or your waist, holding you close to his side while out in public, kissing your hands, your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, he's not going to shy away from showing you and everyone around you that he loves you. It might also be a territorial thing where he doesn't want anyone else making moves on you, not while he's there.

Oh yeah, he's got plans! He's got lots of plans! Starting with a brisk walk early in the morning. You don't like brisk walks early in the morning? Well he does, and he's going on one and insisting that you go with him. It's worth it though, because he takes you to an absolutely beautiful park with a breathtaking view. It's also literally breathtaking, you're going to be so tired after that walk that it's a miracle if you manage to keep up with him for the rest of the day.

Definitely a gifter, and a good one at that. He gets you some gifts that will outright make you ugly cry all over him, and you're going to feel bad about it but he's not that concerned. If he was looking for a specific reaction then he'd be able to get it, but he wants something genuine and that he can't predict. As long as it's a good one, he's proud. As for him getting gifts, he'll take them and he'll appreciate them, but he'd rather you save your money, he doesn't need much.

He ends the day as calmly as possible so you can get as much rest as you need. He's not far behind if he's being honest, once you're out he's only a minute or two behind, and if he can cuddle up with you, all the better.

Your calves were burning almost as much as your lungs, your back was uncomfortably sticking to your shirt because of the humid morning air, the sunlight barely peeking over the mountain ahead of you as Motobe easily trekked through the rugged terrain ahead of you. Your misery didn't seem to affect him, he didn't slow, didn't look back, and didn't heed your complaints and pleas to slow down or stop, simply urging you forward, to follow him with promises of this being worth it. You were glad you'd brought more than one water bottle after you'd heard it was going to be a longer walk, and at this point you weren't even feeling slightly guilty for drinking the spare you'd packed for him. This was a terrible morning, the worst Valentine's day to date, and you couldn't believe-

The view. You paused next to him as he sat down on the damp ground on a hill overlooking the small valley ahead of you as the sun finally rose, a flaming ball of light illuminating everything in a warm amber, the sky a brilliant rosy pink, fingers of light penetrating through branches and leaves, light speckling everywhere. "I was right. It's exactly how I thought. All of this, but you're the prettiest thing here." He said, making direct eye contact, patting the ground next to him, inviting you to sit and catch your breath. The hike back would be much easier, he knew a trail that would take you back to the road much faster, he'd just needed to stall as much as possible to time this just right. Would he tell you that? Not yet, no, but he was sure you'd figure it out after a few trips.

Shibukawa:

Oh he LOVES Valentine's day, he absolutely ADORES it. One of the days where his mischief is more directed towards everyone having a good time. Everyone being you and him, of course. He's a firm enjoyer of all the sweet treat ideas that people come up with every year. It's all very fun, and he likes to practice making origami hearts and roses for around the house. He's pretty good at it too.

Oh he's not going to make you chocolates, but he will take you out to buy some good ones at a place he knows has some quality stuff for cheaper. You're both going to have to split the haul, but it's definitely a good one, and you're going to both wind up having tummy aches for a while.

His affection is normally pretty playful, he likes to joke around with you, but on Valentine's day he lets himself be less incessant jokester and more dedicated lover and friend. He's very gentle with you, and he wants you to know it's because he loves you. As a matter of fact, the days before and after Valentine's day are some of the days where he's most reliably sweet without any pranking intentions.

A day out participating in celebrations, festivals and small get-togethers at bars and hole in the wall diners. Basically, after you secure your shared chocolate hoard, you're going out to have a lovely day with friends, family and strangers you've never met before, and you're going to absolutely love it because it's so comfortable and just feels so warm.

There's always a risk of his gifts being pranks, and sometimes he might just give in to that urge, but he at least makes an effort to spare you from from prank gifts and get you something nice! A pretty outfit, a nice hair pin or a necklace, a soft blanket with the words I Love You stitched into one of the corners. He will make you cry and he wants you to. Anything given to him will be playfully critiqued, but he does love everything he gets from you, especially if you can return his sass.

He wants to end the night with just the two of you in your home, cuddled up on the couch, watching the stars and reading with some nice calm music playing, drinking tea and just existing. It's nice to be able to take things slower every now and again.

Laughter filled the air as good food was eaten and drinks were passed around and sipped from, but your booth was peaceful now as Gouki passed you a slice of bread, a soft smile on his face. It was already buttered, just the right amount that he knew you liked, still warm from the pan it had been in, burried under all the others that were slightly cooler. You were still waiting for your food, but honestly, you couldn't blame the waiters, it was Valentine's day and they were fully booked, packed so full that there was barely room for the staff to weave between tables and deliver orders. You were more than happy to wait if it meant spending more time with the Aiki master, who sipped at his sake, eyeing a delicious smelling plate of food as it was carried past the both of you.

Sometimes you could see the gears turning in his head, spinning the wheels for plots and machinations. Maybe he was thinking of complaining to the manager to get your food? Or maybe he was going to swipe pieces from waiters as they breezed past the both of you? Instead, his hand reached out to yours, holding it from over the table as he held out a napkin in the other. "You have crumbs on your cheek silly, wipe them off before I decide to eat you up instead of this bread." He teased lightly, earning a roll of your eyes, but you obliged, accepting the napkin to dab at the crumbs. The food was probably going to take a while still, but at least the company was good and the bread was free.

Spec:

Oddly enthusiastic about this particular holiday. He likes to nab a marker and colour all of the hearts in his tattoos red or pink. He thinks it's nice, but by the end of it he just winds up having to get paint pens and that just smears everywhere, so he smells like paint and sharpie. It's a lot. He kinda stinks in general, this doesn't help, but you chose this one and there's no complaining because you chose this.

Chocolate? Oh sure, he'll get you chocolate! Don't pay attention to the red stains all over the bag though. And also don't watch the news for a few days. Or visit the gas station down the road. Just don't ask him where he got this chocolate, especially since he's flat broke and basically living rent-free in your house.

He's very odd with his affection, in which he'll almost drown you in affection at any given moment, but if he's having a bad day he'll act like you don't even exist. He does love you (maybe??? idk this one's kinda insane besties) and lord help anyone that tries to mess with you, but he's definitely a very particular guy. He doesn't even tone down his weird on Valentine's day, no, he gets more intense with it. He'll full-blown lick your cheek instead of just kissing you.

He's an odd individual and honestly would probably love to rob a department store with you. Don't let him, please, he can't go back to jail he's so fucking old and so fucking weird and now that he's had a taste of freedom (He used Doordash once and is in love, he swears by it, can't Doordash in jail can you?) and he will NEVER go back. But yeah. Department store robbery. Don't take him anywhere that has items for sale. He will steal them.

Oh yeah he'll get you gifts! Just be careful about wearing them in public or posting pictures of them. He doesn't want you going to jail. No they're not stolen, don't check the serial numbers of the very expensive pieces of jewelry he got for you. They are, admittedly, pretty sweet gifts from him, but the way he might obtain them is disturbing and you're better off just not asking. Ever. Getting him anything is a win-lose situation. He might love something once and then hate it for the rest of his life, but he's at least grateful!

The end of the day is loud and chaotic. Definitely has nothing to do with his multiple new cases of theft and assault. Definitely not. But once the cops leave and he comes out of hiding inside of your walls (he would and you know it) it does tend to quiet down a little. He probably wanders all around your place checking windows, curtains, doors and any electronics the cops touched for bugs, and then he'll promptly plop his ass down on your bed and pass out with or without you. After all, he had a long day!

You could kick his ass right now. All day he'd been doing something. Constantly leaving and coming back, acting way too innocent only to present you with some sort of gift. At first it was innocent enough, chocolate and steamed buns, then it was a necklace, then another few necklaces and a bracelet, some very expensive looking ones at that. And then you walked into your living room only to find him assembling an ottoman that you knew was way out of your price range because you'd been looking at it for the past week or so, staring wantonly at your screen as you longed to re-organize your furniture for the nth time this year! Granted, it was only Febuary, but still! It was the principle of the thing! And your furniture didn't even match the new ottoman! By the time it got dark, he'd brought you more things and you were convinced that when the cops pulled up you were going to go to jail, but with some quick thinking and honest bullshitting, you managed to keep your gifts and get out of an arrest!

But now you had to find the old man responsible for all this stress... Which could wait until morning. It wasn't like you didn't appreciate all of his gifts, after all. Shuffling into your room, you flopped down on your bed with a groan, drifting off slowly before you heard a familiar shuffle, a rustle at your window, and an even more familiar weight settled behind you. "Did you have a good day sweetcheeks? Huh? Did I do good with the presents I got you? I worked real hard on putting them together, I hope they last." He said, not giving you any time to answer before he promptly nuzzled against the pillow he'd claimed as his and passed out, hugging you close to his chest. Yeah, you could kick his ass, but he didn't deserve it for this. Maybe some other time.

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Baki:

Yeah he had plans! Does he follow them all? Nope! The second he started thinking about sex in your presence his brain turned off the lights and he was basically left to just stare at you and drool. Which he did anyways, so it took a minute to notice.

On you? Oh it'll take him out! He's used to seeing a lot of skin on people, but somehow you taking off your pretty date clothes only to have sexy stuff on underneath?!? Baby he's going to give you a spit-shine. On him? It's subtle, but it's there. You'll catch hints whenever you put an arm around him. He's bad at hiding things, so you'll probably catch a glance if he stretches.

Oh he absolutely is down for some kinky, fuck mcnasty sex. Anywhere, whenever, however you want, you just let him know and he's down for it. His plans are already out the window, so why not let you have what you want? That's a plan, right?

Fancy dinners, a day out on the town, slowly and carefully drawing you in to get a taste of what exactly the Hanma blood can do. Not that he knows what the Hanma blood can do, he just thinks it's sexy to say that. Is it? Kinda, yeah. He's flashy, but genuine in his attempts to bag you.

If you want to try something special then he's already admitted he's down for it. As long as it's nothing too far outside his realm of comfort then he's perfectly happy to let you try whatever it is you want to!

Oh he wants to end the night with either him inside of you, or you inside of him. Someone needs to be inside of someone by midnight or he's going to worry that he did a bad job on the date he had planned. Post Valentine's hanky-panky would take him out, honestly, especially if you didn't let him hit the night before. Not because you didn't want to, no, but because you were just a bit too tired.

Kozue:

No plans. None of them. None whatsoever beyond a nice day out! So anything that happens is just improvised and it's probably hotter because of that to be completely honest. She's a mess once you pull her in close and give her bedroom eyes, either blushing and melting into a puddle or giving what she's getting and hitting you right back with a stare powerful enough to make your hips explode.

Oh 100%, she's wearing it even if you are already. She's got on a nice little pink number with cherries and hearts, and you're not going to get to see it until she brings you home afterwards. If you're wearing something too then she's going to laugh that you two had the same idea, but that's not going to get in her way.

Kinky shit is a given, if there's any day to try stuff in the bedroom it's on Valentine's day, it's almost a given that most other couples do. Tie her up, try a little bit of roleplay, you name it, she's down to try most of it.

She's confident, she knows what she wants and she's not afraid of just telling you what that is. And what she wants right now is to see you squirm as she tells you how bad she wants to pin you up against that wall over there and ride your fingers.

If anything, she's the one asking to try something special once you get back home. She doesn't have plans, no, but there's absolutely something she wants to try, and if you asked earlier, then she'll 100% let you have your turn. Just don't tucker yourself out.

She wants the night to end on a satisfied note. Emotional, social and sexual needs should all be satisfied in her eyes, and that's what she's gunning for at this point.

Hanayama:

Oh absolutely! But will he ever admit that he planned everything out? No lmao. It's obvious, but he won't admit it. He's not embarrassed, shut up, it's normal to want things to go a certain way, stop looking at him like that.

That's a pleasant surprise. One he wouldn't mind seeing again a few times. Expect the lingerie to become a far more common thing in the bedroom from that point on.

He doesn't want kinky stuff on his end, he wants to go along with his plan, and if that plan involved kinky stuff it's kinky stuff you've already done and agreed is something you would do again.

There's a silent confidence that'll draw you in, make your knees weak and whatever ussy you have yearning for him. He's going to use his voice because he knows what effect that has on you. He's merciless when it comes to seducing you.

He'll gently suggest putting a pin in that new thing you wanted to try unless it's something he was just about to bring up trying, in which case, try away baby, he'll let you do so very happily.

He wants to make it clear that you're his, so he's going to do everything he can to mark you up nice and pretty so that everyone knows that you're seeing someone, though he will be considerate. No hickies wherever you tell him not to, but he might push his luck.

Chiharu:

He doesn't have the capability to plan out horny things. He's horny? All thoughts leave his brain. If he does something, it's spontaneous. He's practically dumb, so if you want plans, you've gotta make them yourself

You're going to kill him. You're absolutely going to kill him, but he will die a happy, happy man and there's no changing that or taking it away from him. If he had a choice on how he were to go, then suffocating between your thighs would be the way, but this is a close second.

New stuff is fun and all, but he doesn't need that right now, what he needs is for you to just touch him already. If new stuff happens it happens, but he doesn't care as long as you just keep touching him like that.

There's no seduction on his part, you are seducing him and it's working, really, really well. He doesn't have the ability to think, though if you make him slow down he'll do his best, fawning over you like you're some ancient deity and he's but a humble servant at your altar.

You can do whatever you want to him as long as he gets a heads up and you keep touching him. You could leave your hand on the back of his shoulder the whole time and he'd gush like a volcano.

He's happy to fuck you to sleep, and then when you wake up, do it again if you'll let him. He wants little more than to fall asleep and wake up inside of you or with you inside of him.

Katsumi:

Maybe just a little. A teeny bit. He's got an idea for what he wants to do, but how he gets there is improvised. He's going point A: having a good date, and he's got point Z: hot sweaty sex in his apartment. He knows he can get from A to Z, of course, but he's leaving that up to fate.

He's going to wear something, so if you do too, all the better! Honestly, at some point he'd see what the goofiest piece of lingerie he can find is, and Valentine's day is the worst day to surprise you with it, but there's a tiny chance he might.

Oh yeah, he's got a few things he'd like to try, and he hopes you trust him enough to do so. It's mostly expressions of trust here, but if there's something else he brings up that you're into he's more than happy to oblige.

He's smooth, but not as smooth as his dad. He fumbles just a little sometimes, but that's okay, he tends to recover pretty well, and the mood will be more than okay by the time sex time rolls around. Yes, he will call it that. Yes, that will really delay sex time.

Pretty open to the idea, though he doesn't want to do anything that requires an insane amount of prep, cleaning or assembly. Sex swings are fine and dandy, but he doesn't have anywhere to hang one up in his bedroom, and he's not running to the hardware store with a raging boner just to get the supplies.

He wants to end the night cuddled up, looking out the window at the night sky and just talking. He doesn't need much more than being able to hold you and exist for a bit.

Jack:

Yeah. He did. And he'll admit it outright too. No shame, no embarrassment. He'll plan out all of it. Every little detail to make sure it's the perfect day for you, because if it's good for you, it's good for him too. He's doting and attentive, and if you think that him wearing that shirt he knows you like on him was coincidence, think again.

That was definitely not something he thought about happening, honestly, but he's not complaining in the slightest. An extra layer of fancy wrapping paper for his baby. He's even willing to do a little extra for you a few years in if the lingerie becomes a regular thing, though he'd have to really look hard, there's a disappointing lack of male lingerie that looks good.

He's a kinky fucker already, he's got a filthy mouth and if he finds that he said something that got you going, he's going to ask you about it and see if it's something you want to try or not. There's no pressure to try it right then, but you're going to hear words come out of his mouth that make you clutch your pearls.

Oddly smooth with this. That's because he's been planning. He knows just what he wants to say to you to get you riled up enough to practically drag him away by the arm back to the apartment, because that's what he wants.

He's open to let you do almost anything. You could honest to god cut him open and crawl into his ribcage and he'd ask if he could get you a blanket or a glass of water. You want something from him, just ask and he'll more than likely happily oblige.

He wants to end the night with his dick as deep inside as he can get it, but cuddled up and warm. A little bit of cock warming, sure and if that means he can wake up to you grinding back against him then he's more than happy to do it more than once.

Kosho:

No plans, just vibes. He goes where the night takes him, and if that just so happens to be into bed, then there's no complaints. He's fairly laid-back and willing to let you take the lead and do whatever it is you have in mind, from a quicky to an all-day affair.

That gets a solid pause from him. He needs a second to process what you're wearing, that you look really good, and he is a lot harder than he was just a second ago before he saw you like that. Nice little treat. Definitely gets him going.

There's not a lot that he's into enough to bring it up during a holiday like this. That's more of something he'd prefer to sit down and discuss, then figure something out so an accident doesn't ruin a holiday for you.

He doesn't, he's not trying to. Completely unintentional, but it's just the way his forearms look in his sleeves and his face looks in the light and- oh whoop, looks like you're pouncing on him. He's not complaining, and he can't say he doesn't understand.

He's going to gently decline trying something new. He knows that you like this holiday, and he'd rather not do something that you're not familiar with on this day. Another one that has been agreed upon. If it goes over well enough, then you can absolutely do it next year.

He wants you to end off happy and satisfied, and for him to not be single, so all in all, things are pretty likely to go how he normally hopes! Either way, he's happy you're here and he's going to tell you that in one of his fewer sappy moments.

Kureha:

Oh he'll plan it out alright. He'll plan it enough to get you to do all the work for him. He's lazy, do you really think he's going to want to do anything where he has to work? No, he's going to piss you off until you want to fuck him into your mattress, and then he's going to let you do exactly that and make it look like it was all your idea.

He's definitely putting something on, it'd be nice if you did to. It's hot, why not? He can admit that two very hot people getting together should wear something hot while they're doing sexy things. Makes it fun! Is he going to clean the cum off of the sexy lingerie? Absolutely not, he doesn't do laundry, he pays people for that.

He'll have introduced you to his kinks by now, so if there's something he's told you about that you both haven't tried then that's likely what he's going to be gunning for. He promises he'll let you have your turn after he's done!

He seduces through the Stupid Sexy Flanders method: effortless, unintentional, and then sheer fucking rage because everyone knows he's hot and pretty, and you do to, so why is he being such a jerk about it? You won't even know you fell into his trap until one of you is balls deep.

If he's letting you do all the work, he's more than willing to let you try something, especially if you let him try something too. He's fair, honest! Though if he doesn't like it he'll outright refuse, and depending on what you're asking him for he might straight up end the sexy times.

He's happy. Smug. Didn't have to move a muscle beyond getting to bed, because you did everything. He wants to be pampered, and once you're both cleaned up (he's not sleeping with cum on him, that'll cause a breakout he's not stupid) he doesn't mind sharing in that pampering. Just make sure to leave some pillows on the floor for when he inevitably cosplays an alligator in deathroll and kicks you out of bed.

Retsu:

No planning whatsoever other than to have a good day and to have said good day with you. He'd feel guilty for even daring to think of making up a plan because clearly this holiday isn't full of sexual undertones in literally every aspect. None whatsoever! It's a holiday celebrating love and- oh hey look, that chocolate's shaped like a butt plug. Huh. Wonder why.

He'll combust on the spot, be gentle with him. Nothing too hot now, he's delicate. Honestly, you could just walk around in your underwear and have him sweating buckets, you're just that pretty that anything fancier will definitely get him hard real fast.

He's painfully vanilla, the most he'd ask for is probably a different position he's wanted to try for a while but wasn't sure about asking you to do. It's nothing wild from him.

If anything you're the one seducing him, but he will turn on the charm once he gets "hints" (re: blatantly being told) that you want him in a sexy way in a very near future.

He's happy to let you do literally whatever you want to him. Mostly because he doesn't know all of the terms used, but still, as long as it brings you satisfaction he's willing to at least try something. He'll tell you if he's not having fun.

He wants you to be happy and satisfied. He's great at aftercare, he'll have you feeling good as new minutes after he finishes fucking you. Turns out a warm wet rag works miracles, or maybe that's just his fingers.

Doppo & Natsue:

Shockingly, Natsue is the one that does all the planning and plotting, Doppo has nothing to do with it, Natsue just plans and he goes along with it. What does she have in store? She's not telling either of you until it comes time to get nasty. It's always a good idea, really, but oh boy you'd definitely never expect some of the stuff she comes up with.

All three of you are going to get "naked" only to realize you all had the exact same idea, and that was to put on something sexy beneath. Doppo insists he pulled it off the best, of course, but he's not afraid to admit that you all look really good.

Kinky shit is exactly what you're going to get getting involved with these two. They make sex look like an Olympic sport, of which they are routinely receiving the gold medal. They've got likes and they're going to let you know, it's up to you what you want from them.

Doppo is brazen and suave, he's got a way with words that will leave your head fuzzy and spinning with want, but Natsue's almost worse than him (in a good way) because she goes from sweet unsuspecting housewife to literal sex goddess so fast it's almost scary.

You wanting to try something is only fair, they're more than likely going to humor you with whatever it is, even if it might be a little unconventional or weird. I mean, they're in a throuple, and most of the time Natsue wears the pants. If they were conventional then neither of them would likely be at this point.

Happy, safe and warm is how they'd prefer everyone to feel. Maybe a bit sore from "thorough use", but happy. You're all going to be a bit sweaty though, and if Doppo has the energy to carry both you and Natsue to the bath that's what he's going to do.

Motobe:

Oh he plans alright. He plans and plots, whatever you want to call it. He's doing all of it. You won't even know that he's planning until later when you look back at the events of the day and realize that it's very obvious . Especially with a fresh pair of eyes.

He's pleasantly surprised. How sweet of his love to wear something so nice just for him! He'll be careful with it, but he's just as likely to wear a little getup of his own, depending on how intimate things have been.

Kinky shit is his alley. He'll have you hanging from the ceiling forgetting everything but his name and the taste of his tongue in your mouth only a few minutes after you agree to let him have his fun.

The quiet confidence of a man who knows that he'll pull regardless of age. He's almost cocky, especially since he knows he's prepared and you probably aren't as prepared as him. Probably. He's hoping you aren't. Actually if you are he's screwed, because you'll both probably wind up sword fighting with dildos outside of his bedroom. I mean he'll win but still. Not very sexy of you two.

Yeah, he's willing to let you try something. Now what is it? Because depending on what it is, then his answer will range between yes, no, and "well you asked me to try something, and that in itself was you trying something so... No. ❤️" He doesn't want to bully you, but it's going to feel that way for a little bit.

Tired, sweaty and unable to move is how he'd like to be. Hopefully that's how you want to be too, because that's how you're going to wind up. You're welcome!

Shibukawa:

Planning, plotting, scheming. He'll give you whiplash at every turn, thinking that he will do you, then he won't do you. Until, of course he does do you, in which case you're just too fucked out to care, and he officially wins Scheming Bastard of the Year for the fifteen billionth time in his life.

Oh you'll get him flustered 100%. As much as he likes to act in control, secret spicy lingerie would make his whole face turn bright red, he can't look you in the eyes, hand are weak, arms are heavy, mom's spaghetti-

Not really as into kinky shit as he likes to make people think he is. He's pretty happy being relatively vanilla for Valetine's day, he likes to save the kinkier stuff for your anniversary or something along those lines.

He's clever, makes you want him so bad it makes you look stupid, and he'll tell you, of course, but that doesn't change the fact that you want him so bad that it makes you look stupid. He's clever and he'll easily find a way to get you into bed before the night ends.

He's open and willing to try new things if you ask him to, but he'd prefer to keep to something familiar for Valentine's day, even if it's more basic and less extreme sounding, it's still going to be good. He promises!

He's smug, you've got his cum dripping onto the bedsheets from your thighs, and it's honest to god way too late to be thinking about another round... But he's looking to smug and cocky for an old guy. You're going to wipe that look off of his face... Eventually. Promise.

Spec:

He doesn't plan things out. He schemes. About everything. From grocery shopping to fucking, he's got a scheme for it. You're going to think it's honestly just another day but he's changed things around so that your calendars all display a day late. You're probably going to wind up freaked out, but don't worry, that's fun when it comes to him.

Do you want him to have a stroke and die? Because he could? Pinning you to your bed and stripping you down only to find out that you're wearing underwear would be powerful enough to almost send him straight into the grave and he's going to tell you so. A lot. Very frequently. It's kinda unsexy.

Oh yeah. He's going to want to try kinky shit. He wants to try some things real bad because I'm convinced this man's never had a partner willing to let him be a straight up weirdo before, and you being willing to go along with his less naughty Valentine's day plans would probably get you in a weird situation later.

Brazenly, outright telling you that he wants sex from you and he wants it yesterday, but he's not going to push. If you're not in the mood then you're not in the mood. Doesn't mean he won't try to get you in said mood if you let your guard down though.

"Let me try something" from you usually ends with a resounding yes anyways, this time is no different, especially if you let him try his thing earlier on in the day. At that point you could probably get away with asking him to shove the whole Eifel tower up his ass.

Hot, sticky, sweaty and covered in a lot more bodily fluids than you might ever hope to me. Don't ask me which ones, because I don't have an answer. I doubt anyone does, really. Definitely cum and spit at least. You're going to have to wash off or wind up feeling crusty in the morning. And get some fresh sheets too. Maybe a new bed. Burn the old one.

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HELLOO you Definitely don't know me ;) ...but I'll still wish you luck for all the matchups <3

My name's Alexander, I go by they/them and at times he/him, I'm gay and on the ace spectrum!

I'm a pretty chill person that oscillates between too much energy and too little. I rely heavily on humor in most circumstances and I've been told I'm great at it (loads of dirty jokes, puns and absurd humor). I'm also good at improvising things as a theater and musical enjoyer. I'm a blend of emo, goth and punk, and enjoy the culture greatly. I'm very passionate about my interests, though not much confident in sharing them. I struggle with emotions a shit ton but I'm working on it!

A little (orange) birdie told me I could have both matchups, soooo. ;) I'd obviously prefer a male romantic matchup but I'm most open to either for platonic!

I love creating, mostly drawing and writing but it includes animating or sculpting and even playing piano/elec. guitar. I love chess and logic games/puzzles, as well as video games of all kinds (fantasy usually!). I also enjoy darker topics, since I'm quite fascinated by the human nature.

I love to hang out with friends, bake, watch shows, talk, etc, quality time is a big love language to me. I also like physical contact, as long as we're close!

I dislike physical activity, conflict of any kind, and loud noises/bright lights for too long. Another no are outright gore or some kind of horror (I have paranoia which can lead to a lot of anxiety.)

I don't exactly have an ideal type but they must be open-minded, ideally make me feel like they're interested in whatever I have to say, be willing to hang out and be honest!

Thank you for doing this, sending lots of love from the coolest bat in your area ;)

Hmm I wonder who this could be... ;3 As I was reading this I kept nodding to myself...like yes, very true, definitely! And it also reminded me of how intriguing of a person you are – not that I don’t think that all the time, of course.

Anyhow, enough of my silliness! Let’s move our focus on somebody else’s silliness, as I romantically match you with...

Lucifer!

Right off the bat I should mention that you and Lucifer share an interest which is creating; both of you spend the majority of your days bringing life to your little creations, so imagine how fun it would be to work together and show each other the fruits of your work at the end of each day! He is definitely enchanted by how many skills you possess, but his favorite thing is when you finish writing a story and you ask him to read it. He does so out loud, imitating the voices of each character and making you laugh by doing so. As he continues reading though, his tone shifts into a more serious one, a sincere smile remaining on his face. He doesn’t want you to think that he doesn’t take your work seriously, plus he’s genuinely fascinated by how easily you can bring to life the characters in your stories.

You love baking and he loves sweets, I couldn’t think of a better combo! Many a times you drag him into the kitchen and he follows diligently, ready to help and possibly make a bit of a mess as he’s not the most well versed in these kinds of activities. But! He definitely tries for you, passing you the ingredients as you carefully try to follow every step of the recipe correctly. He’s also a bit of a chatter box himself, so rest assured you will have a lot to talk about as you break eggs and mix the ingredients! He sometimes brings up how he misses doing these things with Charlie as well, and you kindly remind him that he’s free to invite her over to do this any time as you’ve grown quite fond of her as a friend.

Returning on the topic of Lucifer being quite talkative, he really appreciates how much your interests vary as this allows you two to have conversations about anything and everything. While I feel like some things he wouldn’t be into himself, such as video games, there’s nothing that he loves more than to listen to you excitedly talk about an interest that he’s not really familiar with, because this just means that there’s more things to learn directly from you. You of course have to do your part in listening to him talk about whatever he might be into but you’re not, though!

Lucifer adores the fact that you can play the piano and electric guitar, as he’s able to play some instruments himself! It’s not rare for you two to play together, making up songs between piano keys being pressed and bows being drawn across the strings of his fiddle. The little concerts last for hours, and they always end with you sharing a tired but satisfied kiss with each other.

If there’s something that Lucifer understands about you it’s your struggle with emotions; his own are a mess, especially seeing that he struggled with isolation and depression after he and Lilith separated, but also because his humour is generally a little unpredictable. After meeting you though he’s able to pace himself slightly as you inevitably bring joy into his life, and so he manages to be helpful in your times of need. At first he might push you a little to still spend time together even though you’re claiming you need space, but once he’s got you figured out he’s going to give you all the space that you need and let you come back to him at the end of the day, offering you a warm embrace by wrapping you up protectively with his wings. And then, with a little pun here and a light joke there, he’s going to get a smile out of you again.

Speaking of hugs, he absolutely adores them. Getting to be lazy with you and cuddling is one of his favorite activities,  as it also means not having to look after the obnoxious residents of Hell for a while. Rest assured he’s going to ask for five more minutes of cuddling with you every single morning, and if you don’t give them to him he’s definitely going to get pouty.

All things considered, Lucifer is glad he’s not alone anymore, instead he found great company in you and he appreciates all the love that you decide to show him in your unique ways. He’s of course more than willing to shower you in affection, and though he might go a little overboard sometimes, being a bit dramatic and all, you know he means well and you don’t get actually mad at him.

Platonic matchup

Now that you’ve gotten your lover, let’s move on to your platonic matchup!

Alastor!

First of all this came as a surprise to me as well, as Lucifer and Alastor don’t seem to get along very well, but allow me to demonstrate why you would get along with both!

Alastor values good manners, cordiality and intelligence a lot in others, which you all possess, in my opinion. He’s fascinated by your mannerisms just as much as you are by his, and admires the fact that you seem to have many skills. Some of them he might even take part in himself, such as playing chess and delving into darker topics. This would lead you to spending quite some time together, discussing such topics over a chess board.

The friendship between you and Alastor could be seen as unusual by most other people, but in reality it’s based on a very deep trust. You both trust each other to not cross boundaries; you don’t like physical touch from somebody who isn’t close? He’s going to respect that, he’s actually just the same. He’s not the biggest fan of sexual remarks? Sure, you’re going to be relying on other jokes, primarily puns as he seems to be a big enjoyer of those.

You and Alastor enjoy the occasional planned hang out with each other, usually opting for recitals and musicals as you both enjoy those a lot. You respect each other’s wish to quietly follow the play but at the end of it you’re very eager to have an open discussion about it.

Alastor, as the good friend that he is, also tries his best to take care of any kind of conflict that may arise while you’re together for you. Will you have to hold him back from doing anything too crazy? Sure, most of the time a little scare is enough...

He’s also pretty closed off with his own emotions, so a positive thing is that he’s never going to push you to talk about things, even in general. He does worry though, you’re his dear friend, and his way of showing it is by tolerating more than he would usually. May that be a short hug or whatever you might need from him to feel better, he’s willing to make an effort to provide it to you.

Hi! I hope you enjoyed; I made the platonic matchup a little bit shorter, I hope that’s alright, if not I can give you some more headcanons...I don’t mind at all! Tell me what you think, love you <3

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Thank you for the commission, @silcatian! Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think this might be the first time I've written a Swap Sans! 👀 I went the true himbo route

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“TSK! HONESTLY!”

...

Huh. You perked up, at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice- he didn't usually sound frustrated when cooking. Unless his brother had walked in with takeout. You closed your work laptop, getting up off the couch and heading into the kitchen. 

“What is it?” You poked your head in. Sans was wearing his post-workout gear, fresh out of the shower, he looked remarkably handsome dressed in just shorts and a loose white top with ‘AWESOME DUDE’ written on the front in very faded black marker. He was holding a still-sealed packet of gnocchi and glaring at it; the stovetop was decorated by a saucepan of almost-boiling water, and a second shallower pan that contained some kind of pleasant smelling creamy sauce.

He narrowed his sockets at the packet, as he put it back on the countertop. “THIS GNOCCHI IS ENCOURAGING THE CONSUMPTION OF CARDBOARD AND PLASTIC! CARDBOARD AND PLASTIC IS NOT HEALTHY FOR HUMANS. THAT, I KNOW. I SHOULD’VE MADE MY OWN PASTA FOR OUR ROMANTIC DINNER! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WOO YOU IF MY COOKING IS FULL OF CARDBOARD AND PLASTIC?”

“... Erm...” You were trying not to laugh. You hadn’t been aware tonight was supposed to be a romantic dinner. “Explain a bit more...?”

He jabbed a finger, accusingly, at the packaging.

“THE TEXT HERE CLEARLY INSTRUCTS ME TO ‘ADD BOX TO BOILING WATER’!”

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Oh my Stars. 

You tried not to laugh. You really did. But you couldn’t help it, a little giggle came out.

“Sans...” You said, moving over to the countertop and picking up the offending box. “I’m pretty sure it means add the contents of the box.” 

He glanced over at you, with those beautiful sky blue eyelights. “... REALLY?”

“... Yeah.” You scanned the package, and it just confirmed your suspicions. “You’ve bought a two person gnocchi serving. And you’re reading the part about ‘to serve two’. It just wanted you to use all the gnocchi in the box, boo.”

“HM.” He scratched his chin, but his happy aura didn’t lessen at all. He always took these things in stride. “WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT DOES MAKE A LOT MORE SENSE. I DID THINK IT WAS ODD.”

Your boyfriend was the smartest person you’d ever met, by no stretch of the imagination. But simultaneously, he was one of the most blunt, and easily confused.

He had multiple PhDs. That wasn't a joke, they were framed on the wall, he collected them mostly just for the fun of it. Statistics, mathematics, ‘puzzleology’ or something, a lot of space related stuff you didn’t understand. Numbers went through his head like he was a living calculator, his propensity for puzzles was absolutely unmatched and his eyelights merely had to scan something for him to make the most incredible difficult conclusions with total ease. A Sherlock in his own right. He explained astrophysics, both theoretical and non-theoretical, as easily as if he was explaining the answers to the morning crossword.

... And yet. He once asked you how to spell YMCA. On your first date, he pondered why humans got salmonella from raw eggs, because he thought it came from salmon. The two of you were watching a documentary about a lion pride and he asked if it was ‘based on a true story’.

Honestly? You just loved him more for it. It was funny and endearing. His line about salmonella had made you so giggly (much to his apparent delight) you’d thought about him all day- every Sherlock needs a Watson, right? You were not mathematically gifted, but that was okay. Sans did yours and his brother’s taxes because he just enjoyed crunching the numbers, and meanwhile, you could explain that when the recipe said the steak needed to ‘sit’ for half an hour, it didn’t mean on a chair. The two of you covered each other’s weaknesses.

Your running theory was that he was just too smart. Day-to-day stuff went over his skull, just like academic stuff went over yours. And that was okay. You knew he wouldn’t judge you for struggling with numbers, let alone for not understanding his long enthusiastic tangents about incredibly complex mathematical theories, he knew you wouldn’t judge him when he openly questioned why the plural of foot was feet but the plural of boot wasn’t beet.

...

... To be fair, you didn’t get that one either.

Sans opened the gnocchi and put it on to boil. It only needed a few minutes before it was already done, ready to strain. Sometimes, you just didn’t understand; he was an absolutely incredible cook, on your first date at his place he’d made seared ahi tuna steaks with some kind of delicious sweet lemony sauce, full of complicated flavours you didn’t understand, pulling out all the stops to impress you. It had completely blown your mind, especially when he openly admitted he wasn’t familiar with cooking with human food.

... And at the same time, when he made tacos for his brother, he filled them with glitter. 

Non edible glitter.

You strained the gnocchi for him. It always surprised you, how fast the stuff cooked. He added the pasta to the sauce, tossing it all together and throwing in a little sprinkle of something green, then setting it down to reduce.

You leant back against the counter.

“... You know I’m already wooed, right?” You said, softly. “And not just by your cooking.”

“OF COURSE, BOO.” Confident as ever. “BUT I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH AND IT IS VERY IMPORTANT TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE RE-WOOED REGULARLY, TO ENSURE YOU FEEL APPRECIATED.”

You felt your cheeks get pinker. “Is that one from your dating manual?”

“NOPE.” He winked. “THAT’S A SANS ORIGINAL. MWEH-HEH.”

He held his hand out. You took it, linking your fingers with his bones and giving a gentle squeeze.

“... Well. Consider me feeling appreciated.” 

He beamed. “EXCELLENT! MY DATE NIGHT WAS SUCCESSFUL, AND IT HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET!”

He had you giggling again. He always seemed to. 

“Do you wanna eat on the couch? That new black hole documentary is on in twenty minutes.”

“ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO WATCH IT TOO?”

“Absolutely. You might have to explain some stuff to me, though. Like... the whole ‘time slowing down as you fall in’ thing.”

“WELL, IT’S VERY SIMPLE, ACTUALLY!” His eyelights flared up into stars, infectious grin spreading across his cheeks. “IF YOU WERE AN OBJECT APPROACHING A BLACK HOLE, IT WOULD APPEAR AS IF TIME WAS SLOWING AROUND YOU...”

You let him continue, allowing yourself to indulge in another of his tangents. You just liked hearing him talk about something he was interested in.

... He thought it was his cooking, good looks and dating manual advice that had won you over. And they certainly helped. But really... it was this sort of thing that had ‘wooed’ you, in the end.

#commissions #hes dumb but not stupid #and youre stupid but not dumb #a match made in heaven amiright

[vipersiia]

XYX HEADCANONS

i have recently joined the bloomic discord and talked abt xyx, with,,, so many people and here r my headcanons, there are,,, a Lot of them and they are so so so fluffy i promise

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL - he has such a thing for petnames, and will Melt if u reciprocate

absolute pro at not being able to take what he can dish out, dont fret though, he absolutely builds a tolerance

ironically uses terrible pet-names in public, if you use some on him he Will make it a competition and he Will win ("snookums here wants a refund on this." "yes sorry, mcdreamy here said it didn't look good on me" "oh schmoopy , how you wound me i did not sa that")

xyx is such a people-pleaser, so he Knows what you like and what you don't, he'll keep an eye on your expressions subtly ("hey babe why is there so much snack you really like in our pantry?" "it was on sale!")

he will Spoil you, he's not the type to spend a lot of money on himself but on You?? oh you better watch out

still careful with his money but if you're eyeing that bag, or pair of shoes, or poster, he will buy it for you.

even if you off-handedly comment wanting something, expect it in your arms Soon ("i saw this really cool poster at the mall today?" "oh really? what did it look like doll?" "it was like, of my favourite character holding their love interest" "oh thats very cool" schemes)

will absolutely do the evil villain chair in dark thing with Cat if you come home late ("i've been,, expecting you" "babe its 1 am what are you doing up?")

he knows your favourite drink, exactly how you like it, and it tastes perfect everytime. YOU NEVER TOLD HIM EITHER, he just had you try a buncha things and watched your reactions ("hey love, im trying out a new recipe, wanna try?" "of course!")

dont think about it but seeing him playing with cat, watching the muscles in his arm flex??? him Noticing you noticing and flexing a lil harder, before going all out, Cat meowing indignantly over his bicep???

stop thinking about xyx coming home from work, seeing you and Cat cuddling on the couch?? being so in love that he scored someone as amazing as you?? he is just, so so so, in love with you at the moment?? that he just, comes over, picking u both up and twirlin you around. Cat immediately, outraged bats him the face but he doesn't notice because you're giggling so hard rn

if he's meeting your parents??? ohhh be prepared, he is such a smooth talker and hes Proud. He comes in, nicest most neutral cologne, nice powersuit, a subtle chain necklace with your initial???

he is All smooth talk, keepin an eye out for any cues of like or dislike on topics, always complimenting whoever cooked

when getting to the Interrogation? oh he's Ready ("so what do you do for a living" "oh well i work as a lawyer, it makes me elated to be able to provide for mc like i can" "nice, nice" *visibly impressed*)

the car ride home after??? oh he is Menace, he is all grins, puffin out his chest like a bird ("doll they loOoooveee me" "did you see that? arent you proud love?") you're gonna have to keep saying yes but its okayyy because you're both sickeningly in love with eachother

him being hella cheesy, tellin u one day ("hey doll, i bet i can hold the entire universe in my hands" "what??") and immediately cupping your face??? pulling you into a soft kiss??

you keeping that in ur mind,,, ready to strike back?? sitting on the couch with him laying between them, cheek pressed into your thigh as you both play with Cat? when Cat leaves, leaning down and cupping his face in your hands??? ("you are so gorgeous babe") and he goes Red (mc - 1 / xyx - 4million), his breath Stops.

leaning down to kiss him??? catching him even more off-guard?? absolute knock-out. he tries so hard to play it off ("ill never be as gorgeous as you doll") but being sooo off his game? so caught off guard??

a sunshower happening, cue you, dancing in the rain like a madman??? him coming over and seeing you?? glad u cant see him because he is Positive he looks so sappy rn. eventually meeting his eye?? running up to him and grabbing him by the hand?? leading him into the rain?? he immediately takes over the dance, spinnin and twirlin you around.

pulling you into his arms?? arms resting on your hips as you grab him by the face?? pulling him into a kiss???? laughter breaking out between you two, as he peppers your face in kisses??

doing research on filipino wedding customs, finding out that you traditionally ask the parents for their blessing

ASKING XYX'S PARENTS FOR THEIR BLESSING?? going over to their house for a dinner plan, getting him distracted and asking his parents for their blessing??? planning the wedding with them??? burning the unity candle?? the rice toss?? the money dance???

at the altar, can't even get though the first line of his vows before he cries ( "and i, xyx tak-" *literally sobbing*)

DOING HARANA FOR HIM??? getting all the members of the bloomic server to participate, as you sing his praises? good at singing or not he is so choked up in giggly, hands over face ugly bawling

lighting the unity candle with him is a whole ordeal, neither of you can stay still long enough to keep the flame steady, almost lighting the tablecloth on fire

him holding you as close as you can fit against him?? teary eyed all over again because wow, he cant believe that you really wanted to marry him??

post first dance, as the night wanes, hiding behind the couples table, on the floor, in his arms??? as he feeds u mango sticky rice and vice versa???

sayin sum cheesy shit like ("oops i missed a spot, hold still love") before leaning in for a kiss??? not realizing the photographer AND videograper saw this and got it all in 4k??

the discord prompts that inspired me, thank u i luv u all(real)

#viper.txts #blooming panic #bloomic #xyx #blooming panic xyx #xyx bp #xyx x reader #headcanons

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for essentially making my friends be people's therapists?

(TW for discussion of suicide and self harm, nothing explicit)

This happened many years ago, when my friends and I were 13/14 and this went on for about a year. I had started a public discord server and, seeing how other public discord servers were functioning at the time, I added a vent channel. In retrospect, I have absolutely no idea why these exist in public servers, it's so clearly a recipe for disaster, but I digress. I only added it because I saw so many other public discords have a vent channel and I assumed it would be an outlet for people to vent out their simple frustrations of the day, nothing more than that.

Anyways, it was fine for a while but as our server grew in numbers, we started getting some members who would frequent the vent channel with very serious things. There are two who stand out to me in particular because of the amount of, well, emotional labor we had to do for them. My friends were moderators of the server (I had asked them when it started if they would like to be mods and they had agreed to this, and they were always free to step down, which some did) and so we liked to make sure our members were happy and okay so a lot of us tried to respond and help people in the vent channel, especially if it was something serious. Here's where the problem comes in.

There were many, many times we had to essentially try to talk down different members from suicide and self harm. We always had online resources for suicide/self harm help pinned in the channel, and we always urged people to seek them out but some people refused to use them or just ignored them. They would vent in the channel and say something drastic and we would rush to try and talk to them, to make sure they didn't do anything irreversible. It got to the point where we considered calling the police for one of them, but the person eventually said they were okay and we dropped it. We often stayed up late (I remember one night staying up until 1 am trying to help people with 3 of my friends) and sometimes we had to drop everything we were doing to try and help.

I understand now that that wasn't really our responsibility to help these people and we were absolutely not qualified, but in the moment we were just scared teens trying to do our best. The part where I'm worried I'm TA is that I'm definitely the one who created this situation by making the server's vent channel in the first place, and not taking it down at any point during all of that (it has since been deleted but the server is effectively shut down) even though I could clearly see the toll it was taking on my friends and I (I didn't keep it up for malicious intent I just didn't want to take that potential outlet away from people). Also, I worry we hurt these people more than helped them since we were just random middle schoolers trying to give mental health counseling to Internet strangers.

I've talked to my friends about it since then and we've all just agreed that it's something that happened we can't change now, and we should just move on, but I'm still unsure about the situation since my perspective is too entrenched in bias on whether or not this is all my fault.

So, AITA for creating the situation in the first place and letting it continue?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #self harm cw #suicide cw

[mbirnsings-71]

i am but a little guy on ur door step

pls spare some bernard hcs??? any

stares @ u,,,,,,,,,,

OKAY OKAY OKAY- So these are just very Generic Bernard headcannons I have in my notes okay okay-

(Headcannons under the cut)

- Is a mix of Irish, Greek, and Italian (Mother is probably Italian, His dad is Greek and Irish in my head)

- Despite that he doesn't speak any of the languages but has been wanting to try learning some of them, just college is a very busy time for him and he is tired man. Such a tired double major college student

- this being said He does love looking up pet names in those languages and Calling Tim them to which Tim calls him Cheesy as if Tim isn't also a cheesy guy as well

- Can ice skate actually really well due to going on yearly ice skating trips with his parents since he was young, like at least since he was eight.

- Due to the fact that he's estranged from his parents despite still wanting a relationship with them but they don't reach out and basically ignore him due to his sexuality and not living up to their expectations, he has tried getting Tim to go on ice skating dates with him and Tim is more than happy to go Even though Tim is more a skateboarder than an Ice skater.

- His love of cooking came from his mom when he was younger because he loved helping her out in ways that he could in the kitchen as a kid. He loves making recipes he learned from his mom for Tim but it's also very bittersweet cause of that factor but at least Tim loves his cooking so it's a win. That being said he also loves learning new recipes online and has a folder of bookmarks saved of one's he wants to attempt to make.

- Biggest Physical affection lover and gives it so freely, Has turned Tim to the side of Cuddles being a must for sleeping

- Audhd haver because If I like a Neurotypical character assume that means they either have a really compelling story or I've just been replaced by a clone!!

- Favorite colors are Yellow and Green but Green it specifically has to be more on the yellow side. He just likes it okay okay-

- My headcannon for him realizing he like guys was He started feeling romantic feelings for Tim while he was in Louis E. Grieves but didn't have a name for the feelings til Losing connection with Tim and so he had to struggle with that for a bit-

- Loves being a provider, it's part of the reason he likes cooking because he can make food for his friends and make sure they eat- even if he can't make food for them he will always make sure to be able to get food for his friends (Read that Tim Drake Robin panel where Bernard brings Tim burgers while Tim is trying to crack the case like my god that man loves Tim-)

- my personal favorite headcannon is that Bernard realized either as Tim saved him from the cult that Tim was Robin like Bernard's not dumb!! He has eyes and has been crushing on both Timothy Drake and your alter ego for a Hot minute he can puts the dots together man!

- As much as he is a Mothman lover, Batman and The Jersey Devil is what sparked his interest in Cryptids. Batman is explainable but also so mysterious and no one knows what his deal is besides saving Gotham from crime, The Jersey Devil however Bernard wants to know about because IT'S THE JERSEY DEVIL HELLO???

#bernard dowd #headcannons #dc headcannons #i could do more but I have to take a dog outside for a walk #Jay!! :D!! #timbern #Timber

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Will we never see the day the Harkles get what they deserve rumour tracking anon? I'm losing faith and I'm really tired. They are saved from all those scandals that demand their answer just with this one incident. I cannot anymore

I know, anon. It's really frustrating to see them keep getting away with it, almost as if they're constantly rewarded for bad behavior.

Some things that have helped me (bolding for emphasis to break up the giant chunks of text):

Taking breaks. Just walk away from it. A day, a weekend, a week. There isn't a whole lot happening in the BRF to counteract the Sussex shenanigans so Harry and Meghan are dominating the news There are no tiara or glam events. No tours/foreign visits. No projects being announced. 3 out of 7 senior royals are on medical leave and the ones who are working don't generate the same kind of headlines, attention, or coverage. Take a break from all this - maybe do a deep dive into another royal family or read historical books about the BRF (especially ones that pre-date the modern House of Windsor) or non-text books (like Angela Kelly's books or Chris Jackson's photobooks).

Spend time pursuing a creative hobby. I find that doing something creative helps keep my mind from wandering to the Sussexes and the nothingness coming from the BRF too often. Some of my creative pursuits: baking and cooking new recipes, DIY and craft projects (I love going to Goodwill, thrift stores, and architectural salvage places for home decor and furniture. Also, I'm not saying you need to pledge allegiance to Catherine, The Princess of Wales in every aspect of your life, but I'm also not not saying that Kate's Ring is an excellent accent color for an end table), learning how to make craft cocktails (it was a pandemic thing), and organizing decades and decades of family photos.

What I also find a cathartic is fanfiction writing. I've had dreams of being a writer since I was Princess Charlotte's age but listen. I cannot stick to a plot for the life of me, because I always want to know "what happens next." But let me tell you. It is hugely cathartic to write a fanfiction novel where a Meghan-like evil witch gets everything she deserves and a Harry-like tortured prince is redeemed by the pure love of an ordinary American girl (okay, that one was pre-Oprah before we all learned how truly messed up Harry is) or where a revenge fantasy where a Harry-like spoiled brat loses everything when he treats his saintly Kate-like girlfriend abominably and when he tries to win her back, she's fallen in love with a Henry Cavill-like swashbuckling Real Man or where the Harry-and-Meghan-like entitled spoilt prince and his wife try to overthrow the saintly and universally loved heir but the Queen swiftly, immediately, justly, and properly handles them with eviction, termination, and worldwide embarrassment. You can do everything to your characters and you can make them suffer in a way the real Harry and Meghan may never.

Find trashier, more trainwreckier drama to get stuck in. Bravo, anyone? A new season of Vanderpump Rules has just started, Summer House is about to start, and two of the villains from OG Vanderpump Rules (Jax and Kristen) have a spinoff series that's about to launch.

Changing your perspective. There's a famous leadership quote about problem-solving: How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time. In other words, you have to take big things (big problems) one at a time, piece by tiny piece. So yes, the big "elephant" is that the Sussexes look like they have everything - they still have titles, they still have massive million-dollar deals, they've got the Olive Garden, the BRF isn't stopping their PR. But also look at everything they don't have anymore:

They can't use their HRHs.

Their RPOs were taken away.

Their royal charities and patronages were taken away.

Charles isn't paying them as much money, if he's even paying for them.

Everyone is blaming them for hastening Philip's and The Queen's deaths.

They were evicted from Frogmore Cottage.

It took six months for the palace website to add Prince/Princess titles to Archie and Lili but it was instanteous to change George, Charlotte, and Louis to "of Wales."

Charles calls them "Harry and Meghan" or "my other son and his wife."

The family doesn't want to be seen with or around them. Even Eugenie seems to have abandoned ship these days.

William isn't taking Harry's calls.

Lili doesn't have a webpage on the royal website.

Harry's military titles and honors have been revoked. All he has left is the merit-based rank he "earned" as an enlisted soldier. (Which is being generous.)

Their Spotify deal was cancelled early. (Scobie admits this in Endgame.)

No more social media birthday greetings/shout-outs from official royal accounts.

Nothing has come out of Netflix except a whinefest docuseries that no one has taken seriously. Everything they've pitched gets shot down and Meghan isn't getting the talent she wants for her movie.

The only awards they're getting are the ones that they pay for - no Grammys for Spare's audiobook, no Emmys or Golden Globes for their documentaries or the Oprah interview, no Pulitzers or Literary Awards for their books. No Nobel Peace Prize for their recordbreaking humanitarian aid work.

They got the knockoff Kennedys (William got the real ones).

Meghan isn't "in" with A-List Hollywood. The celebrities she's been namedropping haven't had commercial box office hits in at least a decade. She isn't hosting or presenting at award shows.

Meghan isn't getting the lucrative influencer sponsorships and merching she wants, which is why she papwalks in parking lots.

Their foundation is a joke and their philanthropy/giving is increasingly under scrutiny for things that don't make sense.

Their "good deeds" are actually ulterior motives designed for maximum PR and celebrity bandwagons, rather than actually helping underserved communities.

There is actual, open, frequent speculation that their children aren't even real and that has to hurt as a parent.

The British press doesn't take them seriously.

They're a comedy punchline, and not just for satire. The Golden Globes made fun of them. The whole world laughed at them after the "car chase."

Harry's lawsuits aren't going well. He's now trying to relitigate a court finding so he doesn't have to pay his fines.

Elton John isn't flying them anywhere anymore. Oprah and Gayle have cut ties. Ellen DeGeneres seems disinterested. Tyler Perry noped out.

Harry's balding is atrocious. (I mean, really. In the overhead camera angles of The Queen's funeral, his bald spot jumps out at you from a mile away. Not even William's bald head stands out that much.)

They/Archewell bleed staff faster than a flesh wound.

Andrew -- ANDREW! -- still has a royal residence, still has RPOs, still gets papped with members of the royal family, still gets friendly press coverage (on occasion), still gets to wear/use some of his honors (like the RVO at coronation).

Eugenie got to have her own personal social media while Harry and Meghan got a "business" account.

The Sussex wedding was overshadowed by so much drama that still persists to this day (thanks for the Markle v Markle lawsuit, Sam!).

Spare made everyone realize Harry is as bad as Meghan and it's not all on her.

Harry's "Hero Harry"/Queen's Soldier PR persona has been completely and thoroughly shattered. Everyone knows it was just a publicity facade now.

Harry isn't even getting the "William's brother" edit anymore - that's now Mike Tindall.

They were erased from most of the Platinum Jubilee - their only official event was the service of thanksgiving. They didn't even get Trooping - Meghan had to arrange for a pap to take her picture to show us they were at Trooping.

They were erased from the Coronation - Harry got lumped in with the extended family (vs the line of succession, order of precedence, or working royals) and didn't get into any of the official programs, memorabilia, or portraits.

They've been shunned by most of British aristocracy - no invite to the Grosvenor wedding later this year.

No royal christening for Lili, and it's exceedingly more and more likely that the BRF hasn't met her yet.

The British media/press actually shows up and will be the first to defend the BRF against Sussex allegations when it really matters.

There are accusations of stolen valor against Harry because he seems to be supporting American military more than British military.

Harry's African charities, of which he is the figurehead, are in crisis with the discovery of SA and other allegations.

Supposedly Harry's role with BetterUp has been downgraded/demoted.

Invictus Games is going through some serious money issues. There's talk of cutting Harry and Meghan loose because they aren't/can't fundraise, and you know they won't go down swinging.

I'm sure there are more, but my point is that even though it looks like the Sussexes are getting away with things, they really haven't. after all, it's death by a thousand cuts...or eating an elephant piece by tiny piece -- it builds up over time.

Also I just realized that the Kate's Ring paint chip linked up earlier shows it being more of a teal or an inkier blue. It isn't - it's more of a cobalt blue or a royal blue.

#ask #brf #sussexes

[sharp-edges]

yes it was the connor post I haven’t read that intently in ages

the connor post nonny is refering too

YESSSSSSS, i cant be normal about him because no one else is able to be normal about him, the part that gets me, that im being really abnormal about at this specific second is him and his family temporarily MOVING TO SWEDEN, when he was 15 so he could train.... that's not normal!!!!! he never had a normal teenage years, we will never have normal adult years, i need to wipe the worlds memory of him and send him to college for two semesters, i need him to throw up in the bushes outside a frat, i need him to regret taking an 8am, i need him to socialize with people who don't play hockey, i need him to be normal. i need the league to teach these kids to take hits, i need them to try and acclimate the kids who don't get sent to a farm team after getting drafted, how many fucking rookies need to get hurt, and take bad hits for the league to finally realize that they aren't doing well by them. how many more players need to use the nhlpa player assistance program before they realize that taking a bunch of children and signing them to multi year contracts and with a schedule that leaves you traveling and away from your non hockey friends and family for months on end is a recipe for unhealthy coping mechanisms, mary @pwhl-mybeloved said earlier that someone sent in 15 duplicate cards to get graded of a kid who isn't eligible for the draft until 2026, the era of social media is putting even more eyes on "generational talents" THIS QUOTE FROM EMILY KAPLAN AT ESPN

Bedard tries to stay out of public when he can, and as he gave me a tour in his off-roader SUV, bumping some top-40 music, it became apparent why. When he stopped at a red light, a car pulled up with four adults who recognized Bedard instantly. The driver honked and waved enthusiastically as the three passengers frantically fiddled with their phones to take photos. Bedard, clearly experienced with this exact scenario, politely smiled back. "There's a bit of buzz, and for me, it's kind of crazy to see some of the things and people I've been compared to," Bedard said. "It's a lot different getting recognized out and about. It's something I'm getting used to. It's supercool feeling the support. But you know ... I'm still a kid." He's understating the buzz.

^^^^^ HE WAS 17!!!!!!!! THE ENTIRE ARTICLE GUTS ME

he's too young!!!! we are putting children on too high of pedestals, we make children sign contracts with an organization that doesn't care, not about their physical health, not about their mental health, we are stuck perpetually dooming hundreds of children each fucking year.

people want to be angry at cutter gauthier because he "broke up" jamie and tz but i care that a child (okay hes 20 now… and was 19 when the tarde happened, and he was 18 when drafted) who informed the flyers back in MAY OF LAST YEAR, that he didn't want to sign, WAS DRAGGED THROUGH THE MUD!!!!! because the flyers dragged their heels for almost a year and wouldn't take his "im not signing" as an answer!

the fucking amazon tv show "focusing on 10-12 players" will never show any of this shit, the league wants to grow its audience and appeal to a younger and more female audience, but young people are smart, and more people are going to notice, cutter didn't break to mainstream audiences, but this fucking amazon show is going to bring a bunch of eyes, and those eyes are going to look at connor, because there is no fucking way he isnt going to be one of the players they focus on, the league isn't that stupid, and those new eyes are going to see what i see, and i won't be the only person walking round in circles mumbling about gifted children never adjusting.

#asks #anon #connor bedard #cutter gauthier #too i guess #this started out all hahah im abnormal about connor and ended with me screaming about the nhl lack of concern for its youngest players (or #any of their players for that matter)

[harleychick91]

New Story

El Mayarah (M)

Summary: After waking from a recurring dream, Kara tells Lena the truth about her identity and how she feels. Nothing goes as the Kryptonian hopes. After being attacked by The Children of Liberty, the only way to save Lena’s life is to take her to Argo City. What happens there will change everything.

Chapter One

Kara’s POV

Ever since Reign was defeated and The Children of Liberty gained power in the media, I've had nightmares. Some were about fighting The World Killers, losing, and them killing everyone I cared for or The Children of Liberty killing all aliens and everyone who helped aliens. Either way, everybody I loved or cared about ended up dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The only way I could go back to sleep was making a cup of tea and wrapping myself in the blanket Lena had left after a movie night. Sipping the warm liquid, I thought about the last few months. Things are so messed up. Lena and Supergirl are at odds because of kryptonite and she doesn't know the truth. It's been too long. It won't end well when I tell Lena who Kara Danvers really is.

Flipping through Netflix, I put on a comfort show and let it play in the background. Lena still made me the kryptonite armor even after our fight. And she gave Mom the recipe to make more Harun-El. I'm so confused.

Desperately needing sleep, I rinsed my mug and went back to bed. Since the blanket still smelled like Lena's apartment, I brought it to bed with me. Nuzzling my face into it, I inhaled the calming scent.

Waking in my bed, I heard a knock on my door. Rushing to answer it, Brainy stood before me. "Brainy? What are you doing here?"

"You're talking to me. And you know who I am." His brow creased. "Supergirl is-,"

"You can't say that! " Pulling him inside, I closed the door quickly. "It's dangerous to walk around without your image inducer turned on."

"Do we know each other? I am Brainiac 5. A 12th level intellect. The Legionnaires call me Brainy." He walked around my apartment aimlessly looking around.

"Yes, we know each other. Mon-El sent you." Why does this feel so familiar?

"Yes. To make sure your neuro pathways are intact." Brainy picked up a plant and examined it. "Your brain is in remarkable health for someone languishing in a coma."

Oh, Rao. "The coma dream palace thing I was in," I sighed. Not this dream again. "Yes, you think I'm in a coma. I was, but I'm not anymore."

"Did I bury the lead?" His head tilted. "You've been in a coma for two days."

"I know. My subconscious feels most at ease here and so on."

"Yes, you've been in a coma."

No matter what I say, it's still going to play out. Rubbing my face, I went along with it. "I'm in my loft."

"Oh! This is just where your subconscious feels most comfortable. We're not really in your loft."

This can't be happening. "If I'm in a coma, how are you here?" I watched as the man continued to walk around my apartment.

"Mon-El woke me from hyper sleep to communicate with you on behalf of him and your D.E.O. patriates. 31st century technology. It's also what's keeping you alive."

"Alive?"

"Reign defeated you," he spoke curiously. "Don't you remember?"

Flashes of the fight and Alex finding me in the rubble flashed through my mind. Dread filled me. "No. This…Reign is still out there. People are dying. I need to wake up." Rushing to my door, I tried to open it to no avail.

"I don't think you're listening to me." I tried pulling harder but the door wouldn't give. "Could we maybe try relaxing for a bit?"

After finally giving up on the door, I paced the loft. "This is torture," I huffed. Sitting on the couch, I watched as Brainy inspected my kitchen. "What are you looking for?"

"Any sign of decay or damage. In a simulation like this, it can show up in any type of fashion. I want to make sure there's nothing that will harm your reality reentry."

"Reality reentry?" I held a pillow to my chest.

"If you're not properly prepared, you could go into shock. Some people die instantly."

"Wait, does that mean I'm ready to wake up?" Getting to my feet, I tossed the pillow. "Is there anything I need to do?" I made my way towards the door again.

"This is the manifest of your subconscious and that's the only way in or out. Logic says you need to walk through it."

Trying the door again, it wouldn't budge. "It's not opening." I continued to pull. "Why isn't it opening?"

"We drained the tank and you've suffered no ill effects of hibernation." Boiling water, Brainy sipped a cup of tea. I bit my lip realizing he used some of Lena's favorite tea. "Everything is physically fine. There must be a different reason your mind is keeping you here."

"You're saying I'm keeping myself here?" I scoffed. "That doesn't make any sense. I'm the one who wants out of here." I tried punching through the door but was only knocked back.

"Is there a reason your subconscious wants you to stay here? Self preservation perhaps? You were badly beaten." He sipped more tea as he sat on the couch. "Fear can be powerful."

"I am not afraid." I tried using my heat vision until everything around us was destroyed. Frustrated, I started to clean.

"Is there something different about this version of your loft? Something that stands out."

Placing some items on my coffee table, I looked around. My stomach dropped seeing coats, shoes, and other little things that weren't mine. A lot of Lena's things are here. Things that aren't actually in my loft. This is new. The dream has never taken this path before. Turning my gaze to the picture in hand, it was one I took of us. We were cheek to cheek and smiling.

"You've noticed something," Brainy's voice trailed. "Who is this brunette woman?" He picked up a nearby picture I kept on the side table. "Your mate? Mon-El said you were single."

"No. She's…just a friend." My stomach fell. I don't want her to be just a friend.

The man studied me. "You want her to be your mate." His head tilted. "You could be stuck because you're scared."

"I've not told her that I'm Supergirl. She'll hate me." I swallowed hard seeing the brunette in question appear sitting in my armchair. Walking towards her, I wrapped Lena in my arms. "I miss you."

"I'm right here, Kara," Lena nuzzled her face in my neck, holding me tightly.

"She appeared to you for a reason," he coaxed. "What is it?"

Releasing the shorter woman, I turned towards Brainy. "Possibly because I have to face the fact that I've had feelings for her?"

His brow creased. "But you love Mon-El."

"You can love more than one person at a time, I think." I took the safer option, falling for Mon-El. Loving him was easier than loving Lena. He was a certain thing. She's not.

"And now?" Brainy's attention shifted.

Turning back to dream Lena, I cupped her face. The action caused a warm smile to appear. "To get out of here I have to admit to myself that I love her…." That thought terrifies me.

My alarm woke me from my Lena, Brainy, coma dream. Staring at the ceiling, I thought about Lena and my feelings for her. I am so screwed. I need to bite the figurative bullet and tell her. I'd rather bite a real one.

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Heyy, i really love your matchup idea and really hope you could match me too ☺️

So about me :)

I am 22 and from Europe. I am on the curvier side and really like everything related to beauty and selfcare.

I am a vegetarian and really love to cook and bake and to try out new recipes. I am also kinda creative and love to craft some diy presents

I am a practicing witch who really is into astrology and divination but i would also love to learn more about herbology.

I love a good romantasy book as well as a nice romcom. Otherwise i am a clumsy, sarcastic and kind human being that loves animals and is obsessed with birds (especially with geese)

🤔 I match you with...

König 👑

Possible matches: Ghost

*Goose/Goose girl

I think König would be a match for you

He met you while he was on a mission close to your area

You were helping out with an event within your community

Everyone loved your baking

Away from the crowd you saw König (without mask and wearing civilian clothes)

He was hard to miss, being so tall

You wanted to give him a cookie but figured he wanted to be alone

That's what you thought at first

But you couldn't keep your gaze away from him

König felt eyes on him and saw you looking at him

His heart jumped when he noticed your small smile

Was you smiling at him?

Was you even looking at him?

He saw you coming over

He kept telling himself to be cool, stay calm and collected

This was part of the mission: to blend in

"Hi"

Your voice drew him out of his thoughts

He felt some calm aura coming from you

Perhaps it was your eyes, or your warm smile

Or the herbal scent coming from you

"Hello..."

"I... couldn't help but notice you not getting in line so I thought I could bring my cookies to you"

You offered him one

"They're homemade"

"Oh... uhm, danke, thank you"

He tried it and felt the taste melt on his tastebuds

This was better than most food he's ever had

"That's really good"

You beamed up at him, feeling happy

"I'm glad you like it. Oh, I've gotta get back to work. It was nice to meet you"

Seeing you go made König feel anxious again

He had to see you again, even if you weren't part of the mission

However, you were taken hostage along with other random people

After what seemed like forever, a recon team came to rescue you all

One particular tall masked sniper caught your attention as he untied your restaints

"Are you alright?"

The voice sounded familiar

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

His voice was filled with urgency, but promising safety

His gloved hand reached for yours

You slowly took his hand, taking in the size difference for a second

He took you in his arms and walked like you weighed nothing

It took you a bit but you figured out who he was as you listened to his voice yelling out commands to his team

"It's you... the guy I gave one of my cookies to"

"Ja..."

❤

König is a sweetheart

Well, he's sweet to you

He will give you all the cuddles and kisses in the world

With you he feels like he can relax

He's a teddy bear 🧸 underneath the rough exterior

You will use him as a personal body pillow at night

But he doesn't mind

You're so small and don't take up room anyway

He loves nestling his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent

Your scent just calms him down

You're so soft and warm... he could fall asleep

"Mien Liebling, you're so adorable"

"My little bird"

Will nickname you "Goose"

Along with other cute pet names

Or sometimes call you *Gans/Die Gänsemagd

If he sees some figurine or something resembling a goose, he will get it for you

Gifts is one König's love languages

I headcanon he is also a creative person

He'll absolutely love anything you make him

You can count on him to try cooking with you

He's surprisingly not bad

For dessert he'll want those cookies of yours

Because when he eats them, it takes him back to the first day you two met

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