#and I can put candies and little hand written notes in the packages....

[intotheelliwoods]

oh the urge to make and sell custom little 2al sticker sheets is so strong...

#like just a bunch of little guys #you can stick wherever #this would not even be for profit #it would be because I think the idea is adorable #and I can put candies and little hand written notes in the packages.... #maybe even a pin or two... #full on etsy style but low budget #i can draw leos all over the packaging- #some of that fake paper grass some presents have #but its shades of blue #maybe theres a 20% chance you get a keychain #roulette style #do you see this cute ass vision.

[sweet-demiboi]

Slight making out, a bit of swearing, trans friendly, Percival>>>

"Oi, Gwaine!", Leon shouted over their training course "I found this, there's your name on it!", he showed a bag in his hand, which was roughly as big as a human thigh.

Gwaine walked over to his friend, who gave him the package with wiggling eyebrows "What's inside?", he wanted to know eagerly.

"Back off", Gwaine laughed, but now the other knights got interested as well "Come on, Gwaine!", Percival pleaded, his eyes shimmering innocently like a child's ones would.

Gwaine pressed the bag to his chest though and shook his head vigorously "Nope, no chance. There is my name on it for a reason probably, so I can open it whenever I want."

"I don't think so", Arthur said "As your king I order you to open that myterious package."

Gwaine sighed, rolled his eyes, but opened the bag nontheless, knowing that his friends wouldn't leave him alone anyway. Inside were countless little candy hearts, most of them were a light pink, others had an orange color.

The knights began whistling and snickering when they saw the contents "Gwaine, do you want to tell us something?", asked Elyan, a wide grin on his face.

"No", the other knight answered "Must've been an admirer who left these" - "Don't get your hopes up", Arthur joked, which brought him a slap against the shoulder from Gwaine.

Sighing, after he had seen the looks on everyones faces, Gwaine asked: "Who wants some?" The cheering made him smile though and he wasn't stingy about his sweets.

Now the knights were sitting in a circle, enjoying the sweet goodies and loudly thinking about who could've sent them to Gwaine. Everything was relaxed until Percival asked: "Uh, Gwaine, there's something written on my candy."

"What?", the knight leaned over immediately "It says 'if', oh fuck, does everyone else's candy say something?" All men nodded "Damn it, we already ate at least a quarterof it!", Gwaine sweared

"We can still try to understand the message", Arthur tried to help "Everyone stop eating, put the sweets back and let's find out what they have to say!"

It wasn't easy to read all of it and keep track at the same time, the knights found some keywords though, which made it a little easier.

After half an hour they had... something "How about we write it down on paper?", Lancelot suggested "Every word we know is black, the ones we had to assume are red and words we don't know will be like three dots or something"

"That's a great idea", Leon agreed. Together they got into Arthur's chambers (the biggest ones after all) and tried their best at writing down the puzzle.

After 15 minutes it read:

Dear Gwaine I always watched you only from afar as I was too shy to speak to you but now I have that opportunity. I admire your selfless, kind and funny nature. If you would like to get to know me, meet me at the ... at midnight.

"Shit!", Gwaine sweared "I don't know where to meet them! Why didn't we notice the words sooner!", he looked so devastated that the others immediately felt bad and promised to help him find that secret spot.

"That is so romantic though", Percival said with a smile "Just imagine how much work all of that was and just to meet you." It was close before the night, they only had a few hours left to find out where the location was or Gwaine would probably never hear from his admirer again.

With those words though it was almost like something snapped in Lancelot and he immediately told the others of his thoughts: "You're so right, Percival! That person is really romantic and they want everything to be perfect, but they also don't make it easy for you, probably because it wasn't easy for them either! They could've written a note but they chose to make it a little trickier, maybe because they don't want to be caught from others. This meassge was for you Gwaine,", he looked over to his friend with eyes glistening in excitement "And for you only! They will choose the most romantic place in Camelot! In the castle! Where love always is, where weddings take place and all that! I bet it's the throne room!"

The other knights needed a little time to think about themselves, but Lancelot was right - everything made sense what he had said. "Lancelot, my friend, you're a genius!", Gwaine thanked him and then hurried to get to his own chambers.

"Where are you going?", Leon asked "I'll go fresh myself up!" - "That would be better indeed!", Arthur shouted after him, but Gwaine didn't answer, thinking too hardly about what he was going to wear.

After a shower, brushing his hair, even brushing his teeth again, and putting on the nicest clothes he had, he still had some time to pick up flowers. The market was already closed, so he would have to get them himself, out of the forest.

Never had Gwaine been riding this fast in his life before, but it was worth it: He had found sunflowers, tulips, some typical meadow flowers and even a few small yellow roses.

When he was back in the castle it was a quarter before midnight, and he ran to the throne room as if his life was depending on it. When he got there and opened the door, there was a second of a cold thought crossing his mind: What if this wasn't the right place? But then he saw a person standing in the middle of the room.

A few candles were lightened, and the person wore a cape so Gwaine couldn't see who it actually was. He tried to smoothen his hair a little and then walked up to them. "I got you something", he said in a soft voice. The person, the man, turned around and looked at him a little scared, but Gwaine's smile only deepened and he gave him the flowers.

"I was really happy about the candy", he said and admired the man, who was of average height, his face soft and his eyes looked very sweet - everything of him looked very sweet.

"You're welcome", he said with a slight blush "Thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful" - "Not as beautiful as you", Gwaine flirted, but he was sincere, which made the man a little more flustered.

"I wasn't sure if you would follow my invitation" - "I only realized it was one after me and my friends ate half of it", Gwaine laughed "Oh", the man said "I should've thought about that", a crooked grin formed on his lips.

"That suits you", the knight said "That smile" Now the man's blush got even stronger "Stop it", he demanded and almost hid his face behind the flowers "Never", Gwaine answered and took his hand "Would you perhaps like a walk through Camelot.. with me?" - "I would like that", the man answered with yet another striking smile.

Gwaine then offered his arm, which the man gladly took "I didn't catch your name yet, by any chance" - "Oh, right", the man nodded "I'm (Y/N)" - "Nice to meet you, (Y/N)" - "Likewi-", he tried to answer but Gwaine had already put his lips on his, kissing him softly. (Y/N)'s hands slung around the knight's waist and pulled him a little closer, enjoying what he did.

Right outside the door the knights were grinning approvingly, giving each other fist bumps and shoulder pats. "Alright", Arthur whispered "We should leave them alone now" - "Before we see something we don't want to see", Elyan joked, which got him some muffled laughing, then they let their friend and his new lover be.

Comments basically pay me, please leave one :)

#gay #pansexual #bi #bisexual #lgbt #male!reader #trans #ftm #merlin x male!reader #merlin x male reader #gwaine x male!reader #gwaine x male reader #omnisexual

[invisibleraven]

That "oh shit" moment when it hits you, Flynn x Reggie

"Flynn!"

Flynn turned, seeing Reggie bouncing down the hall towards her, a wide grin on his face. He had his hands conspicuously held behind his back as he stopped in front of her.

"Hey Reg, 'sup?"

"I got you something!" he exclaimed, thrusting forward a package at her, his smile never fading. Flynn looked down, and gasped. In her hands were her favourite candy, a sweet and sour tamarind flavoured sweet from India that her dad had brought her back from one of his business trips and she had been addicted ever since.

"Reggie! Where did you find this?"

Reggie's face was flushed, and his glance hit the floor where his foot was rubbing into the floor. "Oh, you know, around. Hope you like them, see you in English!" With that, he rushed off, without letting Flynn even thank him for the treat. She grinned and popped one of the candies into her mouth, stashing the rest or they would be gone before she even got to class.

Later that day, Flynn was driving Julie home, as her ride was in the garage, and she turned on the stereo, only to find some vintage Shania Twain playing. "Huh, I didn't take you as a country fan," Julie commented.

Flynn hummed along to the song, drumming out the beat on the steering wheel. "I'm not really, but this song has strong vibes. Reggie put together this mix for me, all I Am Woman Hear Me Roar type songs after I ranted at him about the misogynistic tendencies of this school."

"You got wrote up because of the dress code again didn't you?"

Flynn grumbled at that. "Entirely beside the point. Either way, he told me to wear what I like because my style is super fly anyways, and that we should just get the guys to wear some of the same stuff and see how fast they get written up as a way to show how biased the system is."

"Oh yes, I can totally see Alex agreeing to wear your leopard print biker shorts," Julie snarked.

"Luke in my spaghetti strap tanks," Flynn giggled.

Julie paused at that. "I mean, he probably would, the boy is allergic to sleeves." The two of them almost collapsed into laughter at that, then when another power anthem came on, sang the rest of the way home.

Later that week, Flynn was discussing the latest GSA meeting with Alex, the two of them forming a plan to combat the schools stupid straight couples at prom policy. That was until she caught sight of Reggie and called out to him.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your Math notes Reggie. They really helped, I think I actually passed that stupid test, so we can still have our Top Model marathon this weekend."

"Can't wait!" Reggie replied, stowing away his notebook, then cursing when he caught sight of the time. "I gotta go, meeting my Bio partner for our group project, see you two later!"

Alex looked at Reggie and then Flynn, a smirk painting his face. "So when did you two finally start dating?"

"What? We're not dating!"

"Really?" Alex asked, and when Flynn vehemently nodded, he looked confused. "Huh. Because Reg never loans out his notes, not unless he's there to make sure he gets them back. And he hates Top Model. Plus didn't he buy you that stupid expensive awful candy you love?"

"Excuse you," Flynn scoffed, "that candy is delicious." Then she paused. "Wait... he spent a lot of money on that?"

"Half of what he had saved for a new amp."

"W-why would he do that?" Flynn asked.

Alex sent her a withering glare. "Hmmm, I wonder why. Flynn, that guy is like, crazy stupid in love with you. Has been for forever."

Oh.

OH!

Flynn thought over every interaction she had with Reggie. The thoughtful gifts, the patience sitting through her various rants or a show that he apparently detested. Lending her his notes, his leather jacket when she was cold, hell one time he loaned her money to buy lunch when she knew for a fact that he only had so much for himself.

And then she had to think about all the little things she had done for him, the cupcakes she had made for his birthday, driving him home when he missed the bus, and then out for ice cream when they could both hear his parents arguing from the sidewalk.

Plus there was the way his smile made her light up. The way he praised her DJ skills. How she felt like she could be herself with him. Secrets shared and a sense of companionship that Flynn would definitely okay with being more.

"Shit... I think I feel the same way," Flynn said, a panicked look on her face as she looked at Alex.

"You didn't know?" Alex asked, then shooed her towards the library. "Well go tell him then! Put us all out of our misery watching you two being super oblivious!"

Flynn ran off, yelling back at Alex to wish her luck. He replied that she wouldn't need it, and shook his head at her. And then immediately pulled out his phone to text Julie about the absolute idiocy of their best friends.

And if Reggie came to band practice that evening with swollen lips, a dazed look on his face, and a smitten looking Flynn on his arm, well no one said anything. Even if they were all thinking that it was about damn time.

#filled prompts #ficlet #fleggie #julie and the phantoms

[winderlylandchime]

Anyway when we got home from the ER he had a package waiting for him and it was basically like a care package from “his girls” aka the drag queens that he’s friends with back home. They sent him some usual normal stuff like his favorite candies and some snacks and just random stuff that he really likes. But the best part of it was that he pulled out four shirts they had made for him. One of them has ‘Team Brian’ written on it but this one is actually printed on and not written with a sharpie so he can now stop rewriting it every time he washes it (yes, thats what he has been doing lately). The second shirt had a picture of Brian inside of a heart (it was a picture of him in the Pride ep where he’s sitting on the steps and he’s wearing sunglasses right before Justin joins Jen in the parade), the third shirt had a picture of Justin on it during s1/2(?) where he had that shirt on it that said too busy too fcuk. And yes his photo was also in a heart. And the fourth shirt was the one that kinda made him tear up, which i thought was adorable. It had a picture of “his girls” in full drag on it and under it they had ‘(his name) girls’ written on it. They also wrote him a note that was really sweet and continues to make me curious as to what type of life he lives back home ngl (maybe i should move in with him for a few months next and see how the other side lives). But my favorite part of the note was when they wrote ‘we can’t have you walking around in bad fake merch. We tried to find some good real one but we couldn’t agree on anything so we just made it ourself.. next time maybe get hooked on something that social media was around to witness.’ And then the PS they wrote for Brian made me laugh because honestly same, it just said ‘PS I’d wanna fuck him too, i get it now’ so he now officially has unofficial merch and he was so happy with it that he immediately ran to the neighbor who has seen qaf to show him his new merch. And in case you wanted to know: while I fully expected him to put the Brian shirt on first, it was actually his girls shirt he put on first. And he made me take a picture of him wearing it so he could send it to them. And he showed me their texts and they were all so sweet but the best part was that all of them wrote a different version of ‘bitch what the fuck happened to your arm’ and one of them wrote a text that somehow managed to describe the last few months of my life and it read ‘i thought you went there to get better? Why do you keep getting more injured?’ BUT he is really happy with his little care package and with his shirts and this is honestly the most ridiculous thing in the world. I never thought THIS is where my straight brother would’ve ended up when he said he wanted to see the show.

ANON! This is the sweetest thing I've heard in a long time.

Your brother really has a whole drag family, doesn't he? They're making him t-shirts and sending him a care package? I love it.

next time maybe get hooked on something that social media was around to witness <- so true. In some ways I'm glad QAF is fairly untouched by social media but on the other hand, there is so little content as a result.

PS I’d wanna fuck him too, i get it now <- ALL of us regardless of gender or sexual orientation

It's so sweet that the first shirt he put on was of his girls and very sweet that they responded:‘i thought you went there to get better? Why do you keep getting more injured?’

You know, I talk a big game about loving drag. I should really get involved with my local drag scene more and have queens that will send me unofficial official merch if I'm ever recovering from surgery. Your brother is a hero (in this sense!).

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[waitimcomingtoo]

Hi I love your writing and say you wanted a peter vday request! I have one how about a vday scavenger hunt type of thing that instead of peter setting it up it's reader for peter! And like at the end it will come down to two choices one leads to her and the other leads to still being friends. Fluffy!

Scavenger Hunt

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Masterlist

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” You shouted across the hallway before tackling Peter in a hug.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Peter happily hugged you back. “I have something to give you.”

“I do too.” You grinned nervously. “But I have to go first.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded as he put the valentine in his back pocket.

“Okay, so you know how you have a huge crush on me?” You began.

“What? No I don’t.” He stammered. “That’s crazy. That’s…yeah, why?”

“Well I like you too.” You confessed, making his breath hitch in his throat.

“You do?” He asked as his eyes went wide.

“Yeah.” You said like it was obvious. “But I can’t date someone who can’t be honest about their feelings. So I’m gonna need you to prove to me that you really want to be with me.”

“I do. I really, really do.” He promised. “How can I prove that to you?”

“By going on this scavenger hunt.” You explained as you handed him a red envelope. “If you follow all the steps correctly, you’ll find me at the end. And then I’m yours, Peter. All yours.”

“Okay.” Peter followed along. “What if I mess up?”

“Then we stay friends and pretend this never happened.” You said simply.

“No.” Peter shook his head as he stared at the envelope. “That’s not happening. I’m gonna win this. I’ll find you at the end and give you your Valentine.”

“I hope you do.” You answered honestly. “You have until sunset. Don’t let me down.”

“I won’t.” Peter promised. You smiled softly at him before leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Then I’ll see you later.” You winked at him before walking away. As soon as you were gone, Peter opened the envelope to read the first clue.

“You’ll find clue one where we first met. You remembered my name when I thought you’d forget.”

“Science lab!” Peter blurted, earning looks from passing students. He cleared his throat as his cheeks flushed, giving them a small smile. He stuffed the envelope in his pocket and rushed to the third floor science lab.

You had first met there when you sat next to him on the first day of school. You sat there again the following week, introducing yourself as if you were meeting for the first time. You had assumed he’d forgetting your name over the weekend, laughing shyly when he told you he remembered it.

Peter opened the door to the lab and saw another red envelope sitting on the back table. He walked over to it and opened it up, hands shaking with anticipation. There was a heart shaped lolly pop sitting next to it, which he unwrapped and popped in his mouth.

“Roses are red, violets are blue. Check your locket for clue number two.”

Peter bolted out of the lab, knocking into a few students as he ran to his locker. He fumbled with the lock before ultimately pulling it off with his super strength. He opened the locker and saw a red envelope taped to the door with his name on it. It was scented like your perfume, as if you sprayed it on there.

“You found me! So here’s clue number three. What’s a little honey without the bee?”

“She’s too cute.” Peter mumbled it himself as he shut his locker. He practically skipped down the hallway as he made his way outside, quickly located the tree you used to sit under to eat your lunch. You stopped sitting there when a bee stung you on your hand, but you had a fond memory of Peter sucking the stinger out.

Peter saw a red envelope taped to the tree and took it, ripping it open to read what was inside. Other than the card, there was a small package of his favorite candy. He began to munch on them as he read the clue.

“Look at you, you found clue four. Schools almost over, so check your front door.”

Peter let out a groan, knowing he had two more periods before he could go home. His leg bounced in anticipation during his classes, shooting out of his seat the second the final bell rang.

Peter ran all the way home but when he got to his apartment, he didn’t see an envelope. He checked both sides of the door and found nothing. He slumped in defeat on the couch, assuming you changed your mind.

“Hey, Peter.” May greeted as she walked into the room. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah.” He mumbled. “I was expecting something.”

“Oh, was it a letter?” May asked, making his perk up. “I found this taped to the door when I got-“

“That’s mine!” Peter shouted in excitement as he took the envelope from May. He tore it open and pulled out the card inside. A Polaroid of you and him fell out, and he quickly picked it up. It was a picture of you biting his cheek while he laughed, one of his favorite pictures.

“I hope the wait for clue five built your anticipation. Clue number six can be found at the train station.”

“I gotta go.” Peter hastily grabbed his bag and went for the door.

“Where are you going?” May called after him, but he was already gone. He swung to the nearest train station and found Ned with a bouquet of roses.

“Ned?” Peter panted once he landed. “What are you doing here?”

“First, these are for you.” Ned handed Peter the flowers. “And so is this.”

Peter took the flowers with a smile before accepting the envelope.

“Clues will be getting harder, so I hope you enjoy the roses. Clue seven is with the models and all their dumb poses.”

“Models?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Ned in confusion.

“Hey man, I’m just the messenger.” Ned shrugged. “She got me a box of chocolates for helping out.

“I think I have an idea.” Peter said as he remembered something. “But if I’m wrong, then we stay friends.”

“You better hope you’re not wrong then.” Ned said, and Peter agreed.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll see you later, man. Hopefully with my girlfriend.”

Peter swung back to Delmars and went inside, going straight to the magazine section. You once stood in front of the magazines with him, flipping through to see who could find the most ridiculous poses the models were in and then doing them. He remembered making you laugh when he mimicked a particularly flexible pose, so he hoped that’s what the clue was alluding to. Peter scanned the magazine section for the red envelope, jumping a little when the store cat jumped on top of the rack. Peter did a double take when he saw you had taped the envelope to the cat, shaking his head at your antics. He carefully removed the tape and looked at the clue inside.

“Our times in Delmars are some of the best I’ve ever had. Now for clue eight, you’ll need someone who’s bad.”

Peter tilted his head in confusion until he flipped the card over, seeing that you wrote, “really, really bad.”

The wheels in his brain started turning and he remembered the song you played him the night you got your drivers license.

“Bad.” He mumbled to himself. “The Michael Jackson song?”

He turned the card over again and suddenly, it clicked.

Bad. Michael Jackson. MJ.

“Thanks for the help.” Peter pet the cat before noticing a wrapped sandwich on the counter with his name written on it. He smiled at the gesture, finally realizing he was starving. He unwrapped it, taking note that it was his usual order, and took a bite. He continued eating it as he went to find MJ.

He hoped she was in he usual spot, perched under the bleachers with a pile of books. Peter nervously checked the time, seeing that he only had two hours until sunset. You said he had to find you before then, and he was worried time was running out. MJ could be anywhere and she wasn’t a fan of answering her phone. He could only hope you allowed time specifically for hunting MJ down.

After checking the local library and realizing he had no idea where MJ lived, Peter felt stuck. He spun around in circles in the middle of the street, unsure of where to go next. The sun would be setting soon and he had no idea how many more clues he needed.

“Hey loser.” MJ appeared out of nowhere with a small smile. “Need some help?”

“MJ?” Peter wondered as he approached her. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

“You’ve been spinning in a circle outside my apartment building for the past ten minutes whining my name.” She said flatly. “I figured I should come out.”

“You live here?” Peter asked as he looked up at the building. He realized that he had been there before with you, and must have walked there from muscle memory.

“Yep.” She sounded bored. “Do you want your envelope or not?”

“I do.” He nodded eagerly. “Do you know how many are left?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” MJ yawned as he handed him the envelope. “Oh, and she wanted me to give you this.”

Peter looked up at MJ handed him a watch he recognized.

“My Uncle Ben’s watch?” He asked as he took it from her. “Where did you get this?”

“Like I just said.” MJ said sarcastically. “She wanted me to give it to you.”

“It’s ticking.” He realized with a smile. “It hasn’t worked in years.”

“Yeah, well.” MJ shrugged. “She got it to work. Happy Valentine’s Day or whatever.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, MJ.” Peter smiled in appreciation. “Thank you.”

“Whatever.” She mumbled as he opened the envelope.

“As your watch will show you, time is almost out. For the last clue, you’ll find me at the best place to shout.”

“Best place to shout?” Peter wondered out loud. “Where’s the best place to shout?”

“Well, I would say a protest, but her hopeless romantic ass would probably say something like a rooftop or concert.”

“There are no concerts in the area.” Peter thought hard. “She must mean a rooftop, right? Because when you love someone, you want to shout it from the rooftops.”

“I don’t know.” MJ sighed. “This is the last time I help straight people with anything.”

“I think I know where she is.” Peter decided. “I better hurry. The sun is gonna set soon.”

“Does it look like I’m stopping you?” MJ mumbled as Peter ran away. Once he was out of sight, he swung towards your apartment building and landed on the roof.

You were standing on the roof, next to a small table and chairs. Red candles and pink hearts were on the table, a perfect Valentine’s Day date. Peter walked towards you and put the roses you’d given him in the empty vase before taking in your beauty. You were in a silly red dress with the sun setting behind you.

“You found me.” You smiled softly, gazing at him with pride.

“I did.” He smiled as well as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I followed all your clues.”

“I really thought the Michael Jackson would throw you.” You teased as you stepped closed to him.

“Nothing was gonna throw me.” He said confidently. “I was too determined.”

“I see.” You pulled your lip between your teeth. “Did you like your gifts?”

“Of course I did.” He told you. “This is the best one, though. But the sandwich was a nice touch.”

“I thought you’d like that.” You chuckled.

“Can I give you my Valentine now?” Peter asked, reaching for it in his back pocket.

“Oh, yeah.” You remembered. “Of course.”

Peter handed you heart cut out of red construction paper with glitter and stickers on it. You chuckled at his craftsman’s and slowly opened it up, sequins falling off as you did.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to the most beautiful, creative, and amazing girl I know. You make everyday feel like Valentine’s Day. Ps, I like you. I really, really like you. Love, Peter.” You read out loud, looking up at him in awe. He has a shy blush on his cheeks as you finished reading.

“It’s funny.” You chuckled as you set the card on the table. “You wrote “love Peter” at the end of it.”

“What’s funny about that?” Peter wondered.

“I do.” You smiled shyly. “I do love Peter.”

“I love you too.” Peter grinned before pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, getting your red lipstick all over his face. He didn’t mind it, though. He was too happy to mind it. When you pulled away, he pulled your chair out for you so you could sit down at the table. There was sparkly cider already in your glasses and a cupcake on each of your plates.

“Thank you for a perfect Valentine’s Day.” He said as he held up his glass. “I can honestly say this has been the greatest day of my life.”

“Me too, Petey.” You smiled as you clinked your glass against his. “Me too.”

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[dem-obscure-imagines]

Nightcrawler and the Princess

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Fandom: Marvel/X-Men

Summary: Being the princess of a small kingdom has its perks. However, you’re not sure this is a secret you can share with the rest of your friends…

Note: Did I make this a subtle crossover with the Princess Diaries? Yes. Yes I did. Don’t worry about it.

Reader is: Female

Warnings: Swears

Word Count: 1.8k

You carried the large box to the lunch table and set it there, in the middle of your friend group. Jean eyed it curiously.

“What’s that?”

“Care package from my mom.” You replied, using the pair of scissors you kept in your school bag to cut open the packing tape. “She said there’s stuff for the rest of you in here too. Probably candy or something.”

“That’s nice of her.” Scott smiled, watching as you opened the cardboard box.

“Ah, yep.” You reached into the bag and pulled out several packages of Genovian chocolates. “Here you go, guys.” You told them.

Kurt’s eyes narrowed at the bags, his tail hovering behind him curiously. He recognized that packaging. “These…I know these chocolates. Does your mother live in Genovia?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m from there, actually.”

Peter thought for a second, already munching on chocolate. “Wait, I thought you were American.”

“Nope.” You laughed, reaching further into the box and pulling out a handful of little Genovian flags she’d sent. “Ah, right. Independence day is coming up.”

“Where even is Genovia anyway?” Warren asked, admiring the little flag once you handed it to him.

“It’s a tiny little country between France and Italy.” You explained. “It’s really beautiful there, though.”

“It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever been.” Kurt reminisced, sighing fondly.

“When did you visit?” You asked him.

“Several years ago.” He said. “The circus had a few shows there when I was young. The people were so kind, and the coast sparkled like diamonds.”

“You were with the Munich circus, right?” You asked him, trying to remember. He nodded proudly, a smile settling onto his face. “I was at one of your shows! I knew you looked familiar! Oh my god…” You laughed and shook your head. “I should have put those pieces together sooner.”

“You were there?”

“Yeah! My mom took me for my birthday.” You smiled, remembering the show fondly.

And Kurt knew then the information that you were withholding from the rest of the group. His eyes widened slightly and he studied your features. He remembered you. He remembered that day and he remembered the feeling of his heart hammering when after the show, the Queen of Genovia herself introduced him to her daughter, who was about his age. She’d taken her there because it was the princess’ birthday. Though your meeting was brief, he’d remembered it all this time, thinking of it every once in a while…the time he’d met a princess.

You didn’t look all that different now than you had then. Why you hadn’t told the rest of your friend group, he wasn’t sure, but he would keep the secret for you. Of course he would. He smiled softly, admiring you with his new revelation in mind. Even before he’d figured it out, you’d already been a princess to him anyway.

Peter studied the look on Kurt’s face and squinted. Something was going on. Something was going on and he would get to the bottom of it…

***

Over the weekend, your friend group had decided to go to the mall, but before you left, Kurt knocked on the door to your room.

“It’s open, come on in.” You told him.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the room timidly. You were at your desk, reading what appeared to be a letter written on a piece of paper.

“What’s up?” You asked, not looking up from the letter when you asked it.

“You’re coming to the mall, right?”

“Yeah, what time is it?” You glanced down at your watch. “Oh shit. Sorry I’m late.” You chuckled, folding the note and tucking it into your dress drawer. “My mom wrote me a letter with her package.” You explained.

“How nice!” Kurt smiled and you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering at the way it lit up his face. “Do you write each other letters back and forth?”

“When I have time to, yeah.” You nodded, shoving your hands into your pockets. “Well, shall we?”

Kurt nodded and offered you his arm. You took it and in a poof of smoke, suddenly, you were standing in the living room, where the others were all standing.

Peter had a weird look on his face and you weren’t sure why, but you knew he was up to no good. He always seemed to be…

The squad piled into the car, as usual, and arrived at the mall in under thirty minutes. Jubilee picked the tunes, which was always a good choice, so the ride there was pleasant and relatively uneventful.

You all walked inside and started the routine of shopping around in all of your usual stores. The prom was coming up, so you all spent some time in the dress place on the upper level of the store.

“What color dress do you think you’re going to get, (Y/N)?”

“Mmm, I’m not sure.” You thought for a moment. “Maybe something pink. Or…blue?”

“I think blue would look great on you.” Jubilee grinned, flipping through the rack of blue dresses.

“I agree.” Jean smiled, her eyes flicking over towards Kurt, who was on the other side of the store with the boys.

“Hey now.” You warned, your cheeks warming at the thought. “What did I say about reading my mind?”

“I didn’t need to read your mind. You’re more obvious than you think you are.” She chuckled.

“What she said,” Ororo agreed, causing your cheeks to flush even hotter. “Why don’t we ask the boys which one you should wear?”

“That’s a great idea.” Jubilee agreed, despite your shaking head. “Hey boys!”

“Yes? What’s going on?” Kurt bamfed over beside you, looking at Jubilee curiously.

“Which dress should (Y/N) wear to prom?” Ororo held up one pink dress and one blue dress.

“The blue one.” Scott said knowingly, crossing his arms and smirking. Okay. So he and Jean had talked, then. “Definitely the blue one.”

“I agree.” Warren nodded.

“What do you think, Kurt?” Scott nudged the teleporter.

“I think you’d look beautiful in anything. But I do like the blue one. It brings out your eyes.”

“T-thanks.” You blushed, giggling. None of you committed to dresses, so after looking around for a while the squad decided to hit the food court while looking over movie times.

“So…” Peter looked up at you and cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the rest of the group. “When were you planning to spill the beans…your highness?”

You swore your blood ran cold. You looked up at him, your heart racing in your chest and the color drained from your face. “Excuse you?”

“You heard me.” Peter raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair confidently. “When were you going to tell the rest of us your little royal secret?”

You froze, staring at him for a long time. “Maximoff,” you said through gritted teeth, your eyes glowing faintly. “Choose your next few words very carefully.”

“Oh I have. (Y/N)’s the princess of Genovia.”

“Pfft. As if.” Scott scoffed, chuckling, but he stopped when he looked at the look on your face. “Oh shit, is he serious?”

“Who the fuck told you?!” You asked him, your voice raising the teeniest bit. “The only people who know are Professor Xavier and Dr. McCoy, so which one do I have to kill when we get home?”

“Neither. I snooped in Xavier’s office. Found your file.” Peter shrugged. “And of course, that begs the question: Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Listen…” You exhaled a long breath, looking to each of your friends faces for a moment before fixing your eyes on the table. “When people know, they treat me differently. I don’t think they mean to, but they do and it sucks. I like having friends and I love hanging out with you guys and I didn’t want to ruin that because of something as stupid as status.”

“You’ve got us.” Jean promised. “We’re not going anywhere. This doesn’t change anything. And…I already kind of knew. Not that you think about it often, but every once in a while…”

“I figured that might happen, yeah.” You chuckled. “Thanks for keeping it on the DL.”

“Of course.” She nodded.

“I knew too…” Kurt confessed, looking you in the eye.

You crinkled your eyebrows and then nodded, understanding. Of course he knew. You two had met before, after the show. You’d asked your mother if you could meet some of the performers, and she’d pulled some strings to make it happen. You distinctly remembered meeting Kurt. You remembered his smile and his adorable pointy ears.

“That’s right.” You smiled. “We met.”

“We did.” He agreed, nodding, a smile tugging at his lips and a faintly purple color creeping across his cheeks. “Although, I’ll admit, I didn’t realize it was you until…very recently. We aren’t kids anymore.”

“We sure aren’t.” You agreed, a chuckle escaping your lips.

And it was fine after that. It was normal. Much more normal than you’d expected it to be. Another week came and went. You finished your letter to your mom, Queen Clarisse, and when its response came back in the mail, you found it accompanied by a small picture she had saved all these years. As soon as you looked at it, a smile on your face, you knew you had to show Kurt.

So, you ran out to the courtyard, where you knew he was, and found him reading under the shade of a large tree in the front yard.

“Kurt!”

“What’s up?”

“My mom sent a few copies of this photo. Do you want one?” You asked, sitting next to him in the grass and handing him the photo. He looked it over, holding it very carefully in a large, three-fingered hand.

“This is us, ja?”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed, nodding. “A very long time ago.”

“We were so young…” He murmured, admiring the smile on his face as well as yours. He remembered you’d been nervous to meet him and at first, he thought it was because of the way he looked, but quickly learned it was because you’d been enamored by his performance. Absolutely blown away. You’d been so kind to him then, just as you were so kind to him now.

“We really were.”

“Do you mind if I keep this?”

“It’s all yours.” You told him. “So, what’cha reading?”

“Beauty and the Beast.” He told you. Ever since remembering that one of his best friends was a princess, he’d been on a bit of a fairytale kick.

“Mmm, that’s a good one.” You smiled and tilted your head, your eyes sparkling. “Read to me?”

“Of course.” He laid back against the tree again, holding the book open with his tail.

You got closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and resting your head against his lean chest. His arm wrapped around you and tugged you closer, and without even thinking about it twice, he pressed a soft kiss to your hairline before starting to read again.

Kurt decided then that there was no place in the world he’d rather be than under his favorite tree, a princess resting contently against his chest.

Part 2?

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[junjungsunwoo]

I can’t fall in love without you.

-> Sunwoo x reader

-> slight fluff, heavy(ish) angst

-> 1.7k (went a little crazy with this sorry not sorry.)

-> TW! Talks about a disease, major character death, lots of sadness and crying

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-> Please note that I am in NO WAY a professional in ANY field of medicine so please, off something sounds wrong to you, I’m sorry! 😭 also, rushed this once again during midnight, so it might be a bit messy! I hope it’s still good though- had a good cry writing this 💔

-> written for @yuta-senpai’s request for the tittle “I can’t fall in love without you” with the dialogue “please don’t fall in love without me” and the genre of angst. I hope you like this Sierra! I put lots of effort into this! Sorry if you don’t like it tho

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Laying down on your bed, you keep your small grip on Sunwoo’s hands not wanting to let go. 

Never did you think you would be in this situation. You were always known as a very healthy and happy person so what happened that made you this way? Maybe this was God punishing you for being selfish for wanting Sunwoo all to yourself.

As you laid there helplessly with Sunwoo beside you quietly rubbing the back of your hands with his thumb, you couldn’t help but think back to when everything was okay- when you were still kids. You close your eyes and began to take deep breaths you begin to take a trip down your memory lane.

It didn’t take long before you started to cling onto him and following him where ever he goes. Sunwoo never minded and he had always thought it was super cute.

It didn’t take long before you started to cling onto him and following him where ever he goes. Sunwoo never minded and he had always thought it was super cute.

It didn’t take long before you started to cling onto him and following him where ever he goes. Sunwoo never minded and he had always thought it was super cute.

Every adult that saw you both would always compliment you two, saying how cute you’d look like a couple. Their words stuck to you as you soon started to develop more and more feelings for him, and before you knew it- you were in love.

Your best friend, your soulmate- you were in love with him. You knew all of his flaws and you were there when he was at his lowest, and yet you still loved him with your whole heart.

You don’t remember exactly when you started to have feelings for him, but all you know is that you will never tell him. Sunwoo could never know about your feelings- he can’t. 

You were too scared that you would lose him when you confess, and losing him is like losing a part of you. Sunwoo was your other half- without him you would feel lost.

Your memories bring you back to the last day of kindergarten. It was a day you could remember clearly as you were sure this was the day you started having feelings for Sunwoo.

It was a bright and sunny day, the sky was blue, and laughter could be heard everywhere in the school. It was that day where a boy had called you ugly and told you that no one would ever want to have a girlfriend like you.

You had cried a lot that day- hiding under the big tree in one of the corners of the garden sniffing and sobbing quietly when Sunwoo came out of nowhere with candies in his hands. He opened the package of your favorite candy before he motioned you to open your mouth and putting it into your mouth.

“Don’t listen to that big bully!” He exclaimed as he took a seat beside you. “I think you are suuuuuper pretty!” He beams a smile at you.

“Re-really?” You asked him trying to contain your sniffs and tears. 

“Of course! Other than my mommy, you are the most pretty girl I know!” He takes your hands in his, before gripping them tightly.

“You really think so?” You asked him as he gave you a firm nod. “But-but what if no one likes me like what he said? Then-then I’ll be lonely!” Tears begin to gather up in your eyes again, and Sunwoo panics, trying to stop you from crying.

“How about this?” He begins as you put your focus on him. “We’ll marry each other once we are old enough! Then we won’t have to be lonely!” He beams at you as a blush creeps onto your face unconsciously. 

“You promise?” You asked him, your eyes big and wide staring at him with wonder in your eyes.

Sunwoo coos at them before holding up his hand, his pinky extended out.

“I promise!” He giggles as the smile never dropping once.

“Then-then,” you begin staring at his hands in curiosity before looking up and staring into his eyes. “can-can you promise that you won’t fall in love without me?” Your eyes sparkle in anticipation.

Sunwoo giggles before he forcefully hooks your pinky with his before sealing with your thumbs.

“I promise!” 

You get snapped back into reality from your memories as it begins to feel more and more difficult to breathe. You couldn’t hear anything clearly, everything sounded as if your head was underwater. You open your eyes slowly to find that you were still faced with the white walls of the hospital. 

You look around trying to see if anyone was in the room with you. You turn your head slowly to your left only to see Sunwoo sobbing quietly while his hands hold on to yours tightly. 

Your hearing begins to slightly clear up as you finally understand what your doctor was talking about.

You didn’t have much time left.

You could feel it as you felt as heavy as a rock, not being able to move at all. You could barely keep your eyes open.

It felt like it was only yesterday when you had found out about this disease in you. At first, you were so confident that you could get over it as you were still really young, but when more and more time pass and you feel weaker and weaker, it felt as if death was just knocking on the door every day just waiting for you to give in to your death.

Beginning to tear up, you try to move your fingers slightly. Sunwoo looks up in shock as he feels the slight movements from your fingers as he tries to put on a small smile to cheer you up.

He goes up to you to caress your hair softly while trying to contain his sniffles and his tear.

“Everything will be okay,” he continues to stroke your head, “I promise.” His voice cracks in the end as he couldn’t help but break down again.

“I’m...sorry.” You whisper out, your voice barely audible. “I’m sorry...I can’t keep...our promise.” You feel your own tears begin to slide down the side of your face. 

Sunwoo wipes the tears away as his own begins to fall. He tries his hardest to keep his smile going as he can hear his own heart starting to break.

“Do...do you remember our...promise? Back in Kindergarten?” You asked him slowly taking deep breaths in between words. Breathing and talking starting to get more and more difficult. Sunwoo mods quickly, his left hand still holding onto your hands tightly and his right hand still caressing your head.

“I...I take it back.” You wheeze out before taking in a big breath of air and continuing. “Go fall in love without me…be happy...forget about me,” more tears run down your face as Sunwoo finally lets out uncontrollable loud sobs.

“Please-“ he begs you, “please don’t leave me- I-I can’t fall in love without you!” He grabs your hand and puts it to his mouth, kissing you on the back of the hand as he begs and begs you to stay.

“I’m sorry...for wasting your time for all...these years.” You continue as your eyes begin to feel heavy.

“I’m sorry I never...told you that I’m...really thankful for having you...here.” You take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry...I never told you that…” you take another deep breath, your eyes slowly closing despite all your efforts to keep them open.

“I love you.” Your hands slip from his grip and you stop breathing. A single, lonely tear runs down your cheek as you finally close your eyes, never to open them again.

Sunwoo freezes as he slowly takes in the situation. His head was spinning as your heart monitor displayed the flat line and doctors and nurses rush him out of the way to give you defibrillation- sending shocks to your still-warm body, and yet- nothing happens. Silence filled the room as the sound from the heart monitor echoed in the room.

“I'm sorry for your lost.” He tells your parents as they sob in each other’s arms. “But we tried our best.” He then hurried out of the room with the other nurses following after him.

Tears began to fall down uncontrollably as Sunwoo finally get a grasp on the situation.

You were gone.

You are really gone.

Sunwoo felt as if the sun in his life was taken away from him. He felt cold and sad as if there was nothing left in the world that could warm him up and make him happy again.

Memories of all the time he spent with you all replayed in his mind. He could never forget even a single memory made with you. You were his best friend, his soulmate, his other half- you were his everything in this cold world, and now that you were gone, Sunwoo feels as if there would be no more good in the world.

Waking up to your peaceful body, Sunwoo carefully touches you, treating you as if you were some porcelain doll. He takes your left hand and puts it to his face only to find it cold and stiff- unlike your usual hands that were always warm and soft.

He closes his eyes as he tries to imagine you smiling at him again and he feels another wave of emotions hit him. Opening his eyes he carcasses your hair once again before removing the oxygen mask from your face. 

Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead he looks at your face once again before placing a delicate peck on your cold lips. He wipes your now dried tears off your face as his own tears begin to fall into you.

Taking in a small breath, Sunwoo let out a small whisper- as if the thing he was about to say was for the two of you and the two of you only. 

Trying to contain his sobs his bites his lips as he closed his eyes and lays his forehead against yours.

“I love you too.” He gently whispers to you, although you will never be able to hear his words. “So much…” he sobs loudly and painfully. Anyone that hears him can feel their own hearts breaking.

“I love you.” 

@ junjungsunwoo, all rights reserved.

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[positivityfortoday]

☀ PositivityForToday’s 10K Celebration ☀

There are SO many things worth living for and reasons to smile and be happy! With the help of my lovely followers/friends, I have compiled a list of 1,000 things that make people happy, for my 10,000 amazing followers! Hopefully, this list is able to help you, make you feel better, or give you a reason to smile today! 

☀ 1,000 Happy Things ☀

Seeing cows while driving

Moss on really old fallen trees 

Seeing a lil baby you don't know in public, and they smile at you!!!

Parents doing their kids hair or just people doing someone they care about’s hair

Really ragged old and well-loved stuffed animals 

When the dandelions start blooming

Spring blossom

Daffodils

Bluebells

Sharks

When you're sitting outside your house or something and people passing by wave and say hi

That feeling in the summer when you have your window open and you're listening to your favorite music

When someone does a hobby just because they enjoy it even if they aren't the best at it

Comfort shows and books

People speaking their native languages

When my brother gets something to eat and always gets me something he knows I like

When I finish a crossword 

When I see something that reminds me of someone I care about

Paintings

My best friend (I love her so much shhhh don't tell her)

My dog! I love him 

My little sisters! Adorable, creative, and very witty. I love them

Music! I get the happy shaky feelings and just,,, y e a h/listening to songs

Singing! Especially for band practice!

Sunlight beams in the morning

The moon

Eagles

That feeling when you’re with friends and you’re all laughing so loudly, and you just feel complete

Talking to my favorite people/talking to my best friend

Sunrises and sunsets

Seeing the stars

Cats

Butterflies/Moths

Snails

Warm sunshine

Purple gel pens

Hugs

My children

Sunny days

Beautiful views

Spending time with my family and friends

Playing badminton

Cycling

Playing with little kids

Playing with dogs

Whales

Animals doing daft things 

Talks and walks with my son 

Morning breakfast and coffee 

A good spicy lunch

Laying in my bed at night and just checking on current affairs and news

My boyfriend

My friends 

Art

Owls

Minecraft

Voice acting

Petting my dog

Smelling Flowers 

Feeling a cold thing when I’m warm or a warm thing when I’m cold 

Giving and getting kisses

Random texts from friends

Coffee flavored chocolate 

Singing

Moths with big white wings

Underdone scrambled eggs

A rainy night

Bubbles

That first warm day of spring

Going on hikes

Being outdoors

Candy

Chocolate 

The smell of playdoh 

Taking photos

Getting new clothing 

Candles

Birdwatching

Going on picnics

Writing poetry

Reading books

The holidays

Making people smile/laugh

Coffee

A nice warm blanket

Eating ice cream

Snow globes

Lightning bugs

Flowers after the snow melts

The smell of rain

Sitting on the steps early in the morning

Being the first to wake up

The feeling I get after running

The comfort of a favorite shirt

My girlfriend 

Family

Random acts of kindness

Babies

When I play with my dog by pretending to run at her and she goes crazy with excitement 

My cat 

Rain

Baking

Piano (playing or listening)

Small flowers

Flowy skirts/dresses

Wholesome romances

Hearing a song for the first time and loving it immediately 

Playing my flute

Horses

Listening to vinyls on a record player

When someone remembers a little detail about you

Painting my nails

Doing yoga

Doing exercise

Beating a personal record

Rainbows

Making crafts

Taking a shower after a long day

Going to the zoo

Going on vacation

Being at the beach or near water

Watching Netflix

Going to the movie theatre

Watching a live play at a theatre

Learning something new

Teaching someone how to do something 

Toasting marshmallows and eating S’mores 

Cupcakes

Seeing a shooting star

Taking a nap

When someone compliments me

Decorating my room

Picnics

My favorite band

My favorite celebrities

My favorite actors

Setting a new goal

Collecting rocks

Putting on fresh clean sheets

Seeing Christmas lights

Listening to birds chirping

Giraffes

Camping

Sitting by a bonfire

Eating mashed potatoes

Bullet journaling

Driving in the car with the windows down

Dancing

Looking at pretty pictures

Concerts

Funny jokes/puns/memes

Fireworks

Sparklers

Pretty clouds

My favorite shoes

Getting new art supplies

Making photo edits

Making gifts for my friends and family

Getting gifts from people 

Balloons

Succulents 

Playing an instrument

Drinking a nice cup of tea

Iced tea on a summer day

Eating fresh fruit

Getting my hair braided 

Eating at a restaurant 

Being on a boat

Swimming

Making new friends

Finding an animal in nature 

Pumpkins and pumpkin patches

Carving pumpkins 

Autumn and all the beautiful colors

Acting for theatre

Making video edits

Wearing a costume for Halloween

Dressing fancy

Finding four leaf clovers

Pressing flowers

Scrap booking

Handwritten letters

Stickers

Hummingbirds

Elephants

Eating breakfast 

Gardens

Inspirational quotes

Wearing my favorite necklace 

Baby animals 

Little streams and ponds

Foxes

Sun shining through trees

When it’s foggy out and you can see dew drops on plants and spider webs

Being on a swing

Finally accomplishing a goal you’ve been working on 

When a new season of your favorite show comes out

Doing my makeup

Cleaning and organizing 

Daydreaming 

Taking a bath

Christmas 

Watching funny videos

Wearing sweaters and hoodies

Fuzzy socks

Helping people 

Little figurines and objects

Popcorn 

Brownies

Looking out the window 

Wolves

Opening a window for fresh air

The smell of coffee 

Watching YouTube videos 

Getting a haircut 

Seeing a deer in the woods 

Watching birds fly

Finding shapes and objects in the clouds 

The smell of fresh laundry

When someone tells me something reminded them of me

Stepping on crunchy leaves

Animal crossing

My switch

Softball/baseball

Basketball

Soccer

Seeing cool cars/old cars

Rollerblading

Drawing with chalk on a sidewalk

Going to bed early

Stargazing

Making progress

Checking things off my to-do list

Taking Polaroid pictures

Going for walks

Jogging

Going to the library

Starting a new book

Finishing a good book

Playing board games

Koalas

Slippers

Big trees

Sunlight coming through the windows

Waking up on Christmas morning

Getting book, song, movie, etc. recommendations from my friends

Making music playlists

Finally receiving packages I ordered in the mail 

Baking desserts

When my favorite song comes on

When people make playlists for each other

Finding new characters to ship

Having free time

Sticky notes

Sunbathing

Traveling

Peace and quietness

Alone time

Meeting my step/exercise goal for the day

The people who love me

Soup

Coloring books

Getting into bed after a long day

Pillows

Fandoms

How unique and different everyone is

Getting a lot of work done

Looking forward to my future dream job

Playing video games

Being on Tumblr

Taking time for myself

Practicing self-care

Face masks

Finding money you forgot about

Holding hands

The smell of apple pie

Starting a new tv show

Getting letters in the mail

When the seasons change

Summer

Mugs and teacups

Smoothies

Breakfast food

Disney

Going into the woods/forest

Trying new creative outlets

The smell of sunscreen

Eating the food you’ve been craving

Knowing and feeling that people care

Telling a good story

Laughing so hard can’t stop and your stomach hurts

Late summer nights

Late night drives

Sparkles

Glitter

Listening to people I love talk about their favorite things and what they’re passionate about

Listening to podcasts

Turning up the volume of my music

Putting my headphones in

Blasting my favorite songs through my speaker

People accepting and supporting others for who they truly are

Wearing something cozy

Soft light

Love

Warm weather

A well-rested night

Waking up in the morning and feeling refreshed

Knowing that every day is a fresh start

Well written characters

A book I can get lost in

Sloths

My parents

My siblings

My grandparents

The feeling of sand beneath your feet

Heated blankets

Bagels

Toast

Getting something for free

Samples

Constellations 

Mason jars

Practicing a new skill

Finding a new hobby

Lazy weekends

Mac n cheese

French fries

Having deep conversations with my best friend

New jeans

Going to IKEA

Skirts 

Dresses

Doodling

When other people are happy (especially people I know and love)

Marching band

Sleeping in

Having the day off

Getting new books

Playing guitar

Playing ukulele 

Random compliments

A change of scenery

Cuddling

Waking before the sun is up

Reading old letters

Zebras

Exploring

Building Lego sets

Using photoshop to make edits

Journaling

Walking along the seafront and breathing in time with the waves

A good rom-com or nostalgic show

Writing lists

Pinterest boards

Looking back at my accomplishments

Talking on the phone with a friend or family member

Wrapping presents

A blue sky

Loving someone 

Waterfalls

Washi tape

Penguins

Donuts

The color yellow

Sleepovers

Cooking dinner

Kind gestures

Trust

Inside jokes

Songs that make you feel nostalgic

Seeing other people’s art

Comfy clothes

Wearing pajamas

Calligraphy

When someone calls you by your nickname

Going to Target

The first sunburn of the summer

Ramen noodles

Chinese food

Thrift shopping

Flower fields

Flowers growing in random places, like through a crack in the sidewalk

Writing

Sparkly snowflakes

When it snows on Christmas

Mixing paint colors together

Perfectly shaven legs

Puddles

The color red

Thunderstorms 

The smell of flowers

The ocean 

Adult sized onesies

Driving a golf cart

Fairytales

Cartoons

The color blue

Pasta

AO3

Crickets chirping

Seeing everyone’s houses decorated for the holidays, especially Christmas

Other people sharing what makes them happy

Monkeys

Being understood

When someone texts to make sure I got home safely

Iced coffee

Becoming better at communicating with others

Seeing a friend for the first time in a while

Good morning and good night texts

Drinking a cold glass of water

Deep conversations in the middle of the night

Collecting sea shells

Building blanket forts

Tan lines

Being under lots of blankets

Making better health and money choices

Getting chills from a song even after hearing it countless times 

Liking how I look

Hot chocolate

Finding new music

Buying cute things

Wearing an outfit I really like

When someone tells you how glad they are to be your friend

Gardening

Watching raindrops race down a window 

Trying new food

Finding exactly what I was looking for 

Planning my future

Finding a song that perfectly fits my mood or describes how I’m feeling

Writing little notes to people

When someone tells me I did something good

Eating ice cream on a hot day

Making friends with animals

Going to football games

Seeing people genuinely interested in something

Snow days

The last day of school

Winter break

Spring break

Thanksgiving

New Year’s Eve

Turtles

Sitting outside on a cool summer day

Watching rain

Watching the ocean waves come in

Netflix binges

A new movie release I really want to watch

Driving with a window down for the first time in the spring 

Taking a cruise

Giving helpful advice

Getting helpful advice

Doing a favor for someone who needs it

Someone referencing one of my fandoms or something I love out of no where

Learning and knowing stuff

Doing something physically challenging or scary

Listening to my bedroom fan while I fall asleep

Coming up with a new creative idea 

Finding something I wanted at the store on sale for a good deal

Finishing all my assignments on time or even early

Hugging my dog

Taking my dog for a walk

Teaching my dog a new trick

When strangers stop to say hi to my dog

Listening to audiobooks

The weekend

Finding a new flavor of chapstick

Drinking Kool-Aid, it makes me feel so nostalgic

Watching nature shows on a weekend morning

Watching cartoon shows on a Sunday morning

A good TV show, most likely something I've watched before because that way I know it ends well

A good, delicious comfort meal on a Friday night by myself 

A café in the city centre at noon when it's not filled with the morning rush or afternoon coffee breakers

The stars from my childhood bedroom because they're the brightest here

Listening to my favorite playlist really loud on a long road trip and singing to myself loudly in my car

Having an entire day to myself without interruptions from anyone

Opening the curtains first thing in the morning 

A new jacket

Going to the cinema on a first release day because it's always super exciting and full of people anxious to see a movie they've been waiting for forever

Listening to live music

Riding roller coasters

Going to amusement parks

Lizards

Seahorses

Starfish

Eating fair food

Feeling an instrument vibrate when you’re playing it

Hearing my dog snore

When my dog dreams in his sleep 

Wearing a new piece of clothing for the first time

Feeling the sun on you

Eyes in the sunlight

Seeing city lights

Singing in the shower at the top of my lungs

Looking at someone and them knowing exactly what they’re going to say

Laughing till you cry

Being under a blanket

Going to craft stores

Watching boats

The idea of traveling the world

When my dogs let me lay my head on them

Listening to an old song and having it bring back memories

Candy corn

Crazy socks

Quotes

Fall and the leaves changing color and the crisp feeling in the air

Making snowmen

Making gingerbread houses for Christmas

Making videos with family

Burning a candle

Booping a dog’s nose

Getting letters/notes from people; writing them

Snow globes

Dr. Pepper

Doc martens

Fortune cookies

Potatoes

Easter

Finishing something

Skipping rocks

Warm rain

When someone opens up to you

Finding the right words to say exactly what you wanted

Animal footprints

Eating outside

Fairy lights

The smell of a hotel

Windows

Meeting a new dog

Dolphins

Getting magazines in the mail

Being in the woods as the sun starts to rise and the animals wake up

Warm days

Adirondack chairs

A warm breeze

Clothes and blankets hanging outside to dry

Feeding birds

Aquariums

The color green

Tie dying things

Going to art museums

Going to science museums

New albums from my favorite artists 

Seeing moss in nature

Finding cute little mushrooms 

When a dog wags its tail a bunch and is excited to see me

Playing fetch with my dog

Obsessing over something and having someone to talk about it with

Going on a walk with my best friend and talking about life

Looking at old pictures and reminiscing on good memories

Reading a book that's so good your brain wants to read faster than it can

Laughing with friends about the weirdest things

Being appreciated for doing small things you wouldn't even have thought about yourself because it's something you *just do*

Being creative

Watching animals

A story I can't put down

Stretching

The moment when you listen to a new song/album by your favourite artist

When you're at a concert and anticipating the moment before the band comes out

When at a concert and they play your favourite song live

The moment when someone compliments your outfit 

When you see someone wearing merch of something you like 

Seeing the sunrise/sunset 

Watching the sun rise out of the water or sink down into it as it’s setting

This ecstatic feeling in general when you're just living in the moment with people who love something as much as you do

Hugging my cat and smelling his fur

Listening to my music by myself and singing to it 

Making edits I’m really proud of 

Losing hours in a good book or fanfiction

Writing sentences that I actually like 

My siblings and my parents when they're being chill and funny

Watching my favorite tv shows and movies and yelling about them into the void 

Finding a new good song 

Fresh out of the shower + fresh clean sheets feeling when you go to bed

When I come downstairs in the morning and my dog greets me right at the bottom step with her lil’ tail wagging

Knowing that if I ever needed someone to chat with, someone would be there to lend an ear

Tigers

Lions

When you shuffle your music and the exact song you want to hear plays

When all my family is around the outdoor fire on a summer’s evening

When my nieces and nephews give me squishy kid hugs

Being home alone and being able to cook or bake in the kitchen without disruption

Driving around with a friend in the evenings and just belting our favorite songs

Seaside walks

Disney World

Seeing live theatre

The sun shining on leaves and stone buildings

Dancing when I'm alone

Color-coordinating my outfit

Floating on my back in the sea

The smell of summer nights

The smell of winter mornings

Colorful things/environments

Bunnies

Walking along lakes/rivers/the sea

Spending time in nature

Taking care of my plants

Giving affection to my loved ones

Listening to other people's stories

Reading about people I've never met before or places I've never visited before (especially if they are now just a part of history)

Embroidering

Pandas

Swimming in a river or the sea

Stargazing (my favorite moments usually happen an hour before sunrise)

White-caged-bird

Feeling the breeze when I spin and my heartbeat when I dance for an hour at a time

All the wonderful smells of flowers and colours that nature has to offer

Sharing good laughter with someone

Feeling like I belong

Travelling and discovering new customs of different cultures

Hiking or foraging

That feeling when I'm approaching the end of a really good book and I let myself be engulfed by the fact that it's a unique experience, that I'll never experience as the first time again

Observing my local fauna

Petting and taking care of an animal (double the joy if it is friendly with strangers)

Drinking a good cup of honey tea

Finding a perfume that suits me

Eating something sweet

Enjoying a meal with others

Cat paws tapping on the floor

Dipping a biscuit into tea

Trying to catch leaves falling from the tree

Having sunlight hit your face when you’re napping

Objects that cast a rainbow when the sun shines through them

Seeing patterned shadows

Ambient mood lighting

Sleeping

Wearing jewelry 

Cheese

Playing chess

Fresh air

Going somewhere new

My Mom’s cooking

Being inspired

When someone holding your hand rubs their thumb lovingly in circles

Picking strawberries

Otters

Painting the walls of my room

Wind chimes

Seeing that your favorite people are active online

Finally understanding something you were struggling with

The excitement you get when someone reblogs your writing or art

Getting a new notebook or journal

Appreciation

Validation

When someone tells you they love you and mean it

The smell of freshly baked bread

When my dog falls asleep on me

Making new online friends

Found family

Finishing cleaning my room

When someone lays their head on your shoulder

Doing something right on the first try

Finally sitting down after standing for a long time

Getting goosebumps from hearing or seeing something you love

Seeing a gorgeous view

Loving someone and them loving you back

Freshly baked gooey cookies

When a song comes on and everyone starts singing

When I’m out for a run and it’s hot and it starts raining. Nothing makes me feel more like a human than getting caught in the rain on a run

Swimming in the ocean

When people are talking about something they really love and get carried away trying to explain it all to you

Puppies

Being in the middle of nowhere and actually getting to see the whole sky of stars that you never get to see in a city

Finding people that love the same things you do

 When something silly reminds you of someone you love; like every time I see an orange and green gummy worm I think of my sister

When you’re hugging someone and they squeeze you a little bit before they let go

Weather where you can leave all the windows open in your house

Trampolines

Driving with no destination in mind

Falling asleep to the sound of rain

Hearing other people laugh

Laughing only because you hear someone else laugh and it's just so contagious

The first snowfall of the year

Disney movies

Listening to someone tell stories and they have like 15 side stories in between the main one

Romantic movies

Bubble baths

Smiling between kisses

Wearing sweatpants

A clean house

Pizza

My computer

Cheesy pickup lines

When people tell me they miss me

Cool spring mornings after a storm

My job

Butterflies

New shoes

Oversized shoes

Caramel apples

Volunteering

Meditating

Running my blog

Finding sea glass at the beach

Getting my nails done 

Planning vacation

Hot cider

Telling people I love them

Writing in my gratitude journal

Eating homegrown vegetables, fruit, and herbs

Remembering a good dream I had

Happy endings

Colored pens

Decorating for the holidays

Finishing a really good tv show

Leopards

Summer rain

Thunderstorms where I can just open my window to the full extent and just watch and listen

Calls with my best friend

Seeing a meme and sending it to my friends

Getting an email from AO3

That moment when you get an idea for creating something

Walking barefoot on the grass

Sending thank you notes

Writing events I’m looking forward to on my calendar

Dippin' Dots

Spicy food

Seeing a full moon

Eating cookie dough

Eating seasonal food

Bubble wrap

Going to the car wash and getting rainbow soap

Dark chocolate

Soft blankets

Weighted blankets

Soft drinks with crushed ice

When I get an unexpected phone call from someone I love

Wearing flip flops

Longer daylight hours

Having a BBQ

Frosting cookies

Making cupcakes in the microwave

Watching the Hallmark channel during the holidays

Taking selfies or photos with people I love

Putting on lotion

The smell of a baby’s head

The Office

Online shopping

The smell of freshly cut grass

Surprising my family or friends

Looking at the clock when it’s 11:11

Being productive

Quilts

Doing good on an exam

Someone doing a favor for me (especially when I didn’t ask)

Eating pancakes with syrup

Origami

Sprinkles

Confetti

Waving at people

Giving high fives

Complicated Handshakes between you and your best friend

Naps/feeling well-rested

Eating one of my favorite foods

Hearing good news from/about a friend or family member

Looking at nature (these days it's seeing squirrels in my neighbour's garden and looking at my plants and trees)

When make someone happy or feel like I made a difference (including a satisfied client)

Success (good grades, a gifset that does well)

Hugs from my mom

Learning new things

Chatting with my friends because they’re all amazing people

Group watches of my favorite tv show or movie

That feeling when the house has just been cleaned/when I’m freshly showered

Making jokes/laughing with people

Reading fluffy fanfics

Driving on the road to a destination far away, I love the trip as much as (if not more than) arriving at the actual place

Reading affirmations

Green tea

Getting breakfast or lunch from a nice restaurant 

Learning about topics that won’t benefit me; like Chinese history, geography, ancient flora and fauna, etc. just things that I find cool 

The jokes my girlfriend makes, especially when they’re the same ones she always makes

Stories from the past! Stories from history from people who actually lived through it

Stories in general, just hearing the life experiences of people in completely different positions from me. I love hearing people’s stories

Drawing intricate things, like old buildings, landscapes, and plants

Cooking a nice meal

Grocery shopping and farmers markets especially 

My cat! All of her weird little habits too, like how she stands in front of my feet so I’ll push her where she wants to go 

Botanical gardens

State parks

Museums

Art galleries

Listening to stories my grandparents tell

When people tell me about their life goals and dreams

Being surrounded by the people I love 

Living the best life I can

Partying hard the night away

Daydreaming

Sunflowers always make me smile

Warm tea

Big fluffy clouds in a blue sky

Friendly babies

Hearing a past favorite song

Singing karaoke 

Biking riding

Helping others

Chocolate milk

Sweets and fruits

Having fun doing things I love

Dragons

Video games

My favorite things

Writing

Affection

Exercising

Being on Tumblr

Pinterest

Looking at flowers and plants

Playing with my cats

Chatting with my friends (at the moment it’s through zoom, of course)

Finding new ways to decorate my room

Window shopping

Spending time with my boyfriend

Wearing my favorite outfit/accessory

Eating something delicious

The cool side of my pillow 

Tears of joy

Woodpeckers

Reading poems

Hugging trees

Tree houses

Airstreams/campers

Playing frisbee

Making sculptures

Puppy ears

The first day of spring

The first day of summer

Sending silly photos to my friends

Building sand castles

Winning prizes at the fair or arcade

Marbles

Cacti

Scrolling through my phone

Writing fanfiction

Seeing someone you haven't seen for a really long time

Putting together collages

Printing out photos I love

DIY projects

Sewing 

Crocheting 

Listening to steel drums

Haunted houses

Going through a corn maze

Picking fresh fruit or vegetables

Bubble tea

Starbucks

Dunkin donuts

Disneyland

Disney Princesses

Climbing trees

Finishing errands

Rewatching my favorite episodes

Scrunchies

Milkshakes

Ice cream blizzards

Listening to acoustic versions of songs

Hot tubs

Rubber ducks

Coconut flavored food

Dipping fries in ice cream

Discovering a new type of animal

Seeing hot air balloons

Frogs/toads

Splashing in puddles 

Having plants inside my house

Teddy bears

Iridescent/holographic things

Bird houses

Breakfast in bed

Crystals/gemstones

Ziplining 

Dew drops

Glow sticks

Flower crowns (especially handmade ones)

Spring rain 

Watching other people make art

Lighthouses

Finding heart shaped things in nature

Thinking of getting my own apartment

Coming up with a new recipe for food

Cookbook recipes passed down through families

Bookshelves

Making pretty yogurt bowls

Seaside houses

Flying on planes and being in/above the clouds

Flower bouquets

Looking at and learning about the planets

Fruit snacks

Palm trees

Weeping willow trees

Cherry blossoms

Eating cake

Decorating cakes with eccentric icing designs and colors

Whipped cream

Having snowball fights

Hearing Christmas music

Tattoos

Wearing rings

Green grass

A tidy organized desk with cute desk supplies

My craft room

Hammocks

Little cottages

Cotton candy (and cotton candy flavored things)

Looking at all the paint pallet colors in paint stores

Stamps

Taking silly photos in photobooths

Going to the mall

Making jam, especially strawberry jam

Reading outside

Finding a bird nest and watching eggs hatch

Looking at photos of my family and friends 

Finding old flora and art books

Eating fresh corn on the cob with butter on a summer day

Lily Pads

Icicles

Inner peace

Sitting under a tree

Not having to turn on the light in your room when the sun is shining through

When restaurants have patios you can dine at

Fishing on a pier

Seeing old couples in public

Making gifs

Trees swaying in the wind

Anime

Dying Easter eggs

Laying in the trunk of a car and watching the clouds or stars

Night lights

Flower shops 

Outer space

Kitchens

PB&J sandwiches

Toasted Cheese

LoFi music

Listening to/watching ambience videos

Turtle necks

Peaches

Looking at old maps

Figurines of the earth/globe

Honey and bees

Cheesecake

Seeing footprints in sand and watching them be washed away by waves

Anything related to the moon, stars, and sun

Reading my horoscope (even if I know it’s not real)

Archways decorated with hanging flowers

Yogurt

Pudding

Knowing that I’m not alone

Ancient roman sculptures

Macarons

When someone tells me they care about me

Weddings

Watercolour

Birthday parties 

My brother

My sister

When my dog leaves his bed to lay in the sunlight

Doing mini photoshoots with my friends

Hand making bracelets/necklaces (friendship bracelets)

When someone calls me darling or honey

Love letters

Game night

Skateboarding

Stress balls and squishy toys

Starting something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time

Playing cards

Doing puzzles

Word searches

Kittens

Ordering takeout

Stepping out into the fresh air

Creating vision boards

Getting a massage

Writing positive affirmations

Lunch dates

Standup comedy

Listening to classical music

Nature/animal documentaries

Having someone there to listen to me

Listening to someone when they need it

Accepting myself for who I am

Looking back and seeing how far I’ve come and all the progress I've made

Doing something my future self will be thankful for

Speaking up for myself

Being near loved ones

Finding time for my hobbies

Giving myself time to rest

Saturday mornings

Marrying the one I love

Discovering new things

Going to new cities

My idols

Pastries

Feeling the wind on my face on a car ride

The sensation of music in my ears and like nothing else matters

People who have my best interest in mind

Simplicity

Fulfilling my dreams

Discovering a new ice cream flavor

Knitting

Making myself a priority

Knowing that I am important, and I matter

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Lovely Bree, how are you doing? Firstly thank you so much for the amazing questions that you sent me for E & P. I loved answering them❤ Sending you a few questions about Ethan and Lilac which you have to answer as them💕

For Both:

1. Imagine you both are rival Detectives assigned to a common case. Who will be the one to solve it first? Or will you both join hands and solve it together?

2. What is the funniest thing your partner has done when they were drunk?

3. Favourite ice cream flavor of your partner?

4. What is a funny habit of your partner that you secretly like?

5. Have you ever done something only and only to annoy your partner?

6. How does your partner react when they are jealous?

For Lilac:

1. If you had to say I love you to Ethan without actually saying the words, how would you do it?

2. What is something that would make Ethan blush immediately?

3. If you were given an option to choose between writing a letter to Ethan once every month or writing him small notes everyday, which one would you choose?

4. What is the sweetest gift he has ever given you?

5. If you had to assign your relationship a fanfiction trope, which one would you choose?

For Ethan:

1. What is something that you started doing after getting into a relationship with Lilac?

2. If you could pick any three places to take her on a date, which ones would you choose? (They can anywhere around the world)

3. You have been asked to put together a care package for Lilac. What things do you put in it?

4. Which hobbies/interests of Lilac do you find weird?

5. If you had to put together a bouquet for Lilac usig any two flowers, which ones would you choose?

Thank you so much for these! I am so happy you liked the Ethan x Pooja ones. And it means so much that you UNO reverse card-ed me! LOVE YOU!

For Both:

1. Imagine you both are rival Detectives assigned to a common case. Who will be the one to solve it first? Or will you both join hands and solve it together?

Lilac: *giddy with excitement*

Ethan: Here we go...

Lilac: First, rival detectives? That would be so hot. Ethan would secretly be in love with me, no doubt about it. He'd walk around his precinct, in a foul mood after a run-in with that insolent Detective Allende. He'd go on rants through gritted teeth about how she thinks she's above procedure and how she fancies herself a rebel--

Ethan: You're having way too much fun with this.

Lilac: --but really he'd be frustrated that he couldn't press me against a wall and kiss me senseless.

Ethan: *doesn't deny it* You're forgetting the original question, love.

Lilac: I'm setting the stage, babe. You being madly in love with me is important to the plot. Okay, so regarding the case... Even though we would each make impressive headway by ourselves, we are each missing a piece the other has. For example, I'd be pretty good about examining the timeline and interviewing suspects and any person of interest.

Ethan: Then, with the information she secures, I would be relentless about acquiring hard evidence that could really lead to a conviction. We would make a stellar team.

Lilac: Once you focused on the case and not on my lips.

Ethan: *with a ghost of a smile* An impossible feat but one I have years of experience trying to achieve.

2. What is the funniest thing your partner has done when they were drunk?

Ethan: My alcohol tolerance is excellent. I don't get drunk.

Lilac: Yes, he does. He might not be a loud, emotional drunk like I am, but his cheeks get flushed the cutest shade of red and his eyes sparkle in the sexiest way. He gets into this highly intellectual and argumentative state of mind, challenging anyone who is nearby to a philosophical debate. The funniest thing he's done while drunk is lecture my friends and I about why do we, as humans, strive for perfection if it is not attainable. It was hot.

Ethan: It was necessary.

Lilac: None of my friends were up for the challenge. It’s difficult to initiate an intellectual debate with Cardi B playing in the background and with tequila shots flowing freely amongst the group.

Ethan: Speaking of non-stop tequila shots, the funniest thing Lilac has done while intoxicated is text me incessantly, telling me how much she missed me and how badly she wished I was next to her.

Lilac: That’s more sweet than it is funny, babe.

Ethan: I was right next to you. I was the one holding you up for balance. 

3. Favourite ice cream flavor of your partner?

Lilac: My husband doesn’t care much for your run-of-the-mill ice cream pint. His favorite flavor is mascarpone with wild berries gelato. He also loves Affogato. Naturally. 

Ethan: Lilac loves most flavors, especially anything with dark chocolate. But even more than ice cream, she loves--

Lilac: Fro-yo

Ethan: -- frozen yogurt. Plain tart with strawberries, blueberries, and granola. 

4. What is a funny habit of your partner that you secretly like?

Ethan: I love the scented candles she’s so fond of having around the house. 

Lilac: I knew it!  My favorite funny habit of his is when he tucks Jenner in at night. He pretends that dog isn’t our fur baby, but Ethan plays the perfect father every day.

Ethan: He’s a pet, Lilac, not a child.

Lilac: He’s a baby and the being you professed to love most in the world.

Ethan: *holding her gaze* Not anymore.

5. Have you ever done something only and only to annoy your partner?

Lilac: Yes! I asked him to take me to Rome for our honeymoon only so I could order an Espresso Romano. 

Ethan: Exactly what I asked you not to do. 

Lilac: You mean what you were rambling about during our first date? Because I’m counting that.

Ethan: Fine. I was far too distracted by the beautiful doctor in front of me. It just slipped out. I never imagined I’d be marrying you one day and taking you on a honeymoon to Rome.

Lilac: But I bet if you knew that much then, you wouldn’t have minded.

Ethan: No, I wouldn’t have. 

6. How does your partner react when they are jealous?

Lilac: He clenches that magnificent jaw of his and speaks in growls. 

Ethan: *shaking his head* She stays really quiet and I can practically see the gears turning in her head. Then, minutes later, she’ll start asking me “causal” questions about the person she’s jealous of. 

Lilac: I have to gather as much intel as possible about this rival of mine.

Ethan: *lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles* There’s no such rivalry, love. No one will ever capture my attention like you have. 

For Lilac:

1. If you had to say I love you to Ethan without actually saying the words, how would you do it?

Lilac: I would hold his gaze as I press my body close to his, raising myself on my tip toes to press a single kiss on his cheek. I’d trace the pad of my thumb along his cheekbone, my other hand at his chest. I do it everyday... Everyday since the attack, when we couldn’t touch each other without plastic in the way. It’s my quiet way of telling him how much I love him and how I’m not going anywhere. 

2. What is something that would make Ethan blush immediately?

Lilac: *laughs* It’s so easy to make him blush for someone so stoic. A sure way is to lean in and whisper anything romantic in his ear. It can be anything really and he’ll turn beet red. It’s so endearing. He will get this little surprised look on his face, as though he can’t believe what’s happening.

Ethan: That’s because I can’t. I am unable to believe my luck that the most beautiful woman on Earth loves me as much as I love her.

*Lilac blushes. Ethan looks satisfied and completely in awe of her.*

3. If you were given an option to choose between writing a letter to Ethan once every month or writing him small notes everyday, which one would you choose?

Lilac: The notes, for sure! In fact, I already write him those almost every morning and ever evening. He even bought a magnetic whiteboard for the refrigerator for me to write those. He insists on taking a picture of them before we erase them. 

4. What is the sweetest gift he has ever given you?

Lilac: He flew my whole family from LA, including my grandma, to celebrate my last birthday in Cape Cod. It was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. 

5. If you had to assign your relationship a fanfiction trope, which one would you choose?

Ethan: What the hell is fanfiction?

Lilac: It’s exactly what it sounds like, babe. It’s pieces of fiction written about fans of a work. For example, people who love Harry Potter will then go and write their own works with these characters. 

Ethan: People do that?

Lilac: Hey, don’t knock it! Some people are so talented and put out excellent works. I used to read HP fanfiction when I was in high school and undergrad.

Ethan: I’m not judging at all. On the contrary, I’m surprised people do this for free. I admire the dedication.

Lilac: Our trope would absolutely be slow burn.

Ethan: ...?

Lilac: It means it took us entirely too long to end up together.

Ethan: Ah. In that case, I agree. 

For Ethan:

1. What is something that you started doing after getting into a relationship with Lilac?

Ethan: Homemade salsa. My wife is very particular about it and will eat most meals with it. She will not accept anything less than homemade and I love her for it. 

2. If you could pick any three places to take her on a date, which ones would you choose? (They can anywhere around the world)

Ethan: She doesn’t know this but, I am taking her to France for the final part of our honeymoon. Our schedules didn’t allow for the extended honeymoon we both wanted, so we split it up into parts. She still thinks it was only two parts, Rome and the Mayan Riviera, but I’m taking her to France next month. She’s always wanted to go to Paris, the countryside, and the French Riviera. 

3. You have been asked to put together a care package for Lilac. What things do you put in it?

Ethan: She told me about the candy her grandmother used to bring her from Mexico. Those would go in there. I’d add essential oils, since she’s fond of those. I’d add her favorite scented lotions and those fuzzy socks she collects. 

4. Which hobbies/interests of Lilac do you find weird?

Ethan: I don’t understand her complicated orders for iced coffee when we go to a coffeeshop. She will give the poor barista a long list of flavors she wants, describe in number of “pumps”. It’s iced coffee! There’s no amount of flavoring that could salvage that atrocity.  

5. If you had to put together a bouquet for Lilac using any two flowers, which ones would you choose?

Ethan: *smiles briefly* I would consider lilacs to tease her. She pretends to hate them because they’re her namesake and people have always assumed she likes them solely for that reason. Now, she likes them because she knows I am fond of them. They remind me of her for obvious reasons but also because they are the earliest flowers to bloom in Spring. They represent renewal, hope for something better to come, and first love. I found all of those things in Lilac. 

But since this bouquet is for her, I would use peonies and sunflowers since they are her favorites. Maybe jasmines since it’s her favorite scent. 

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #Ethan x Lilac #Lilac Allende #Long post #newlyweds game with your host bree

[just-whatever-ig]

fives buys spaghetti and yogurt and proceeds to eat them together

“What do you eat these with, Commander?” - “Whatever you like, really, you can have everything on spaghetti.”

The whole ordeal cost him 4,98 precious credits that Jesse argues could have been invested more wisely in candy, but Fives does not let anyone steal his noodles and yoghourt.

Back on the Resolute he opens the yoghurt container and sprinkles the dry, uncooked spaghetti into it before slamming salt down on the mixture and digging in with a big spoon.

“Fives?”, General Skywalker looks at him concernedly, the distinct sound of dry noodles being crushed between Fives’ teeth sounds like someone has put sand into his mechanical arm and it makes him flinch with every bit Five takes.

“Yes, General?”, Fives answers with a full mouth. “What are you eating there?” - “Lunch? Why?” - “What is this?”

General Skywalker grabs the package of Spaghetti and looks at it with a very judgmental glare.

“What’s wrong with my meal now? Commander Tano said, I could have everything on spaghetti. So I’m having them with yogurt!”, he defends himself rigorously, “I confess, alright, I’m guilty of hunger.”

Skywalker sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before handing the spaghetti back to Fives.

A few days later he receives a big package which contains a cooking pot and a portable hotplate together with a very detailed encyclopedia on how to make spaghetti and and extra note on why you never have them with yoghourt.

Nobody can confirm that it was a good idea to leave Fives in charge of his own food when supplies start to vanish from the kitchen storage and the number of cooking utensils is drastically decimated.

Want me to carry on? I could add a little mad dad Rex shenanigans to this if you like

Edit: This humor has been written from a middle European perspective. I’m not trying to foodshame anyone.

(This post belongs to the Fives Cooks Series)

#Fives is savage #and nobody will ever mind him #501st first shopping trip #clone wars #clone wars crack #star wars the clone wars #star wars #501st battalion #501st #arc trooper fives #clone trooper fives #general skywalker #commander tano #anakin skywalker #anakin #ahsoka #ahsoka tano #Fives Cooks AU

[narrators-journal]

Months of love

I know, it’s a shock that I actually do write more for bsd than just for the redheads. Either way, I hope you enjoy this fluffy little piece of Poe being a denial-ridden little dumbass lololol. Also, just a little reminder, I know only the bare details of white day and valentines in Japan, so if there is any mess ups or details wrong, forgive me.

Poe shouldn't have been surprised to go to the store and see so many valentines chocolates on fancy displays, with brightly colored advertisements and boxes. He'd only come to the store for some groceries, but he'd been picking through small boxes of candies and packages of assorted white colored goodies for an hour, his shopping in his cart and ready to buy.            "Do you think I should buy one?" He asked the raccoon perched on his shoulder, "I don't have any partners, but if I remember correctly valentines, or maybe white day, is also for general loved ones and not just romantic interests in japan, right?" As he spoke to himself, Poe looked over one of the boxes of pre-made chocolates, but they didn't sound that good for who he had in mind. I'm not sure if Ranpo has any allergies, so maybe it'd be best to avoid as many as I can. He decided after a swift scan of the remaining candies. So, he finally went to check out and go home with his pet. For the next chunk of the day, he tried to find recipes online for valentines chocolates and try them. His many attempts at the craft helped him hone the skill, and left him with plenty of candy for himself, so he wasn't frustrated at how long it took to finally get a high quality batch of candies. Once he had them, he boxed them up in the best little package he had, put Ranpo's name on the box in Japanese, and headed out for another trip into town, this time to the ADA. Oh god, is it okay if I go there? So late into the day? What if they're closed? What if they're NOT closed? The panic in his gut ate at his soul, he could feel himself reaching the limit he had for people and being out of the house like a collision he could see from a mile away, but he had no clue if he could spare a day to leave the candies and have the same meaning of appreciation. So, he powered through the discomfort as he pulled up to the agency building in the warm, gentle light of evening. What if Ranpo reads too much into it? I'm his nemesis, surely he won't think I have feeling-feelings for him? I just-I just want to show him that I appreciate his humoring of my rivalry with him. Poe told himself, climbing out of his car and taking a deep breath to quell the feeling of frantic, vibrating energy in his stomach before he walked into the building. The goth, of course, didn't have the guts to personally give the small box of candies he clutched anxiously to the smaller, highly intellegent, hyper-active ravenette he called a rival, so he instead crept closer to the office door and paused to listen. When he heard life within the ADA office, Poe's stomach plummeted and anxiety clogged his throat for a moment, forcing him to choke it down before he got so absorbed into 'what if' that he got caught crouching beside the door like a dumbass, clutching the gift he'd brought. So, he choked back the suffocating fear and just placed the box down before scurrying out and back to his car. He'd never been so thankful to return to his secluded, empty mansion-of-a-home in a sea of trees until that day. He was also highly grateful that his main source of income, ever since before the guild had hired him on, was so asocial and relaxing to him. It gave him a chance to unwind and destress after such a taxing day, though it also helped that, unlike in America, Poe had a whole month or so to prepare for any possible reciprocation he might get. Of course, Poe hadn't forgotten what he did by the time White day came around, he just couldn't decide if he was anxious to get a gift or not. Was he scared that Ranpo might reciprocate the feelings? Would he reciprocate the stated feelings, or the ones the goth kept locked deep within himself to avoid the risk of making a complete and utter fool of himself? These questions had been gnawing at him the most since the eleventh or twelfth of March, but his thoughts continued their campaign through every possibility imaginable as he once again did his monthly shopping and went to talk to his publisher. If anything, that feeling of frayed nerves negatively impacted his day, but he couldn't really bring himself to care about his publisher after the way this branch's representative was so rude to him. However, when he walked out into the early noon light and back to his car he got an answer to silence his anxieties, or make them worse. There, sitting on the hood of his car like a parking ticket was a small, somewhat shallow, white box with a note neatly tucked under the thin black ribbon. With shaking hands, Poe carefully took the box and note, pushing the thick curtain of bangs that he usually saw the world through from his grey eyes to read the scribbly, energetic english written on the slip,              It amazes me that someone with such a creative, complicated, mysterious mind as yours is so very, very obvious with his reasoning, Edgar. I know for a FACT that you wanted me to see your little gift as a simple 'thank you for being my rival' but trust me pretty boy, you are as gay as a double rainbow in what you call 'pride month'. My only hope with this gift is that you are much more adept at picking clues up than you are at hiding your feelings. Poe took a deep breath to try and steady his vision, laying his head against the hot hood of his car as he slid down to his knees. he was almost certain that the world was swaying and spinning at the same time, his chest full of swirling whirlpools of shock, excitement, panic, general amusement, and finally the overwhelming urge to cry. Of course Ranpo was as mean sounding in a note addressed to the man he was reciprocating the feelings of as he was talking to his coworkers, that was almost painfully Ranpo. It also left no room for him to worry his way out of the clear, flashing meaning of the note, which brought a small smile to the nervous goth's lips.

#ranpoe #bsd #bungo stray dogs #ranpo #poe #fluff #scenario #ranpo x Poe #white day #valentines day

[marvel-mistress-padawan]

Lady Fair

Darcy Lewis was more than a little nervous for her first day working as Tony Stark’s assistant. She had only met Mr. Stark two weeks ago for the interview and it had gone terribly, or so she thought, and then she had been hired. Maybe Thor had influenced his hiring decision or maybe Tony Stark just wasn’t thinking so clearly without Pepper there to assist him anymore. No one was thinking clearly after Thanos...Darcy only hoped she didn’t mess this up. This job was the only hope she had of getting her life back together.

Darcy parked her car at the big parking lot next to the complex, shouldered her gypsy style oversized purse, and made her way to the double doors. She swiped her security badge, entered the code that she had written on a post-it note, and entered the building. Her instructions said to take the elevator to the third floor and look for the room marked 3-C. She stepped off the elevator, passed 3-A then 3-B. She could see 3-C ahead when a noise further down the hall got her attention. Darcy followed the sound to an open doorway and found herself on a balcony overlooking a gymnasium. Below her, several of the Avengers were training. She watched them for a few minutes and then turned and went back to the room that was to be her office.

The office was sparsely decorated. She tossed her purse into and empty desk drawer, plunked down into the wheeled chair which she spun in a circle a few times before turning her attention to the DVDs on the desk marked, “New Hire Orientation Packet.” With a sigh, Darcy put the first disc into the player.

By lunch time, Darcy slipped out to watch the Avengers train yet again.

“Darcy Lewis!” Thor caught sight of her a called out. “I was not aware you would be here today! Come down and I will introduce you to my friends!”

She found a set of stairs to her left and soon crossed to where Thor stood. It was good to see him again. It was good to see someone familiar, and safe. The past few months had been anything but safe and that had nothing to do with Thanos and everything to do with Ian. After everything she had suffered in childhood Darcy had always had a weakness for men who would “rescue” her. Ian had not been what he seemed, not once he got drunk. Taking a job in another state had been the simplest way to leave him but she hadn’t officially broken it off yet. She’d been too afraid he would show up at her door drunk when she did. The anxiety of knowing what was coming had been following her for three days since she moved out. Now, as she approached Thor, she felt safe for the first time in months.

“Darcy this is, Steve Rogers, Nebula, Rocket, Bruce Banner, Natasha...Darcy used to work with Jane Foster. Now she works for Tony,” he told them after he had listed off their names. Then he turned to Darcy. “I thought you would not arrive until next week. It is good to see you here today.”

“I wasn’t gonna be here until next week,” Darcy admitted. She had done everything she could to get there sooner, or rather to get away from home. “But I made some calls and Mr. Stark let me come early.”

“Well I am glad he did. It is good to see you,” Thor said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s good to see you too,” Darcy leaned into his touch just slightly and had to force herself not to start crying. “You changed your hair. It’s a good look.”

“Are you moving into the complex?” Natasha asked her. “Or are you commuting?”

“I’m moving in. I have a few bags in my car and the rest of my stuff is getting sent at the end of the week.”

“Then let us assist you with carrying in your bags,” Thor offered. It was not a request.

“Thor she’s gotta eat lunch,” Nat protested. “We can help her with her bags this evening.”

“Or I can order lunch while you guys grab the bags,” Bruce offered.

Darcy led the way out to her car, followed by Thor. He could manage her four bags easily enough. She reached her car and realized she had forgotten something. “Shit. I don’t have my keys. They’re back inside at my desk.”

“Then I will go get them for you,” Thor said.

He took only one step away before Darcy grabbed his arm. “Wait!”

Thor stopped moving and looked down at her with concern and curiosity. “You seem on edge,” he commented. “Is everything alright or do you have something to fear?”

“I don’t really know,” she said. She was on edge every moment wondering when Ian was going to realize she had left for good and knowing there was a very good chance he would take up stalking her. He fit the profile anyway. Then she looked down at her hand and realized she still had a tight grip on Thor’s arm. She made herself let go. “I’ll go with you to get the keys.” She headed in the direction of the facility entrance but Thor didn’t follow her.

“Darcy?” he called after her.

She stopped walking but didn’t turn to face him for fear that if she did she’d just fall apart. She wished she had a bag of skittles about then. A candy rush might be enough to get through the next few hours without a meltdown. Thor approached her and stood at her side. He reached over to her arm and pushed aside her long bell sleeve revealing a bruise she had been careful to keep hidden, apparently not careful enough.

“Who gave you this bruise?”

“My boyfriend,” Darcy admitted.

“You have left him behind and you fear he is searching for you?” Thor asked, understanding her situation more quickly than she had expected.

Darcy nodded again, this time unable to stop a few tears from escaping.

“If he finds you, he will not harm you,” Thor said firmly.

Darcy let out a sob and then impulsively she turned and threw her arms around Thor, hugging him tightly. He quickly got over his shock and hugged her in return. She didn’t really cry. Darcy wasn’t one for tears very often. Life had been too hard for too many years for her to be bothered with crying. But she did hold on tightly. Thor could protect her but more than that, he wouldn’t hurt her. Not ever. He couldn’t have been worthy of the hammer of he had been that kind of person. The fact was that for the first time since she was eight, she was hugging someone who truly wouldn’t harm her. It made her unwilling to let go anytime soon. It wasn’t that she was attracted to Thor. Sure, he was hot, but she had set aside her crush on him when Jane started dating him. No this was something more basic, a need for a protective family that she’d never had before. Or maybe it didn’t hurt that he was hot. She couldn’t be sure. She only knew that they needed to go back inside and get her keys, and she just couldn’t let go.

“Darcy?” Thor spoke up after what must have been three minutes.

She shook her head, still holding onto him. “Nope. I think this breaks the record on the longest safe hugs I’ve ever had. Can’t let go now.” She rattled off the words.

“Safe hugs? Are there other kinds?” Thor asked, a little confused.

“Sure there are. There are hugs from your creepy stepfather who only wants to hug you because he’s a pervert. And hugs from your real father only when your mom is watching just so he can prove he’s not a deadbeat. And hugs from three boyfriends as an apology for beating the shit out of you.” Darcy told him more than she’d meant to but she couldn’t help it.

She felt Thor sigh on hearing her words and his arms tightened around her a little more firmly. “Then stay a while longer. I have plenty of time.”

Darcy only stayed another minute and then she made herself pull away from Thor and return to her office for her keys. They went back to her car and carried her bags to her new apartment within the complex.

“Yours is right across the hall from mine,” Thor pointed out as she unlocked the door.

“Are you gonna be one of those neighbors I can like borrow baking ingredients from because I always forget to buy stuff?” Darcy asked him as she dropped the smallest of her bags, the only one she had carried, into a nearby recliner.

“You may borrow from me whatever you wish if I have it.” Thor offered generously. “If there is something I should keep a supply of…”

“I don’t actually do that much baking. The only supplies I need are stuff like gummy bears and skittles.” Darcy said, leading the way back out of her apartment to join the others in the lunch room. They had almost reached the others when Darcy stopped once more to say something to Thor. “If you could...not say anything about what I said about Ian and hugs…” she began.

“I will not speak of it,” Thor told her.

***

The knock on her door at well past 11PM startled Darcy. She put aside her pint of ice cream and went to the door. Thor stood on the other side.

“Your light was on. I brought you this,” he held up packages of gummy bears and skittles.

“Wow,” Darcy said. “The god of thunder is bringing me gifts now?”

“Even gods can use a few friends. Besides, you know I am only an alien and not truly a deity.”

“I know...you wanna come in? I’m just watching My Fair Lady for the fiftieth time..”

Thor entered a little hesitantly and then joined her on the sofa, surprising her by taking the seat in the center so he was sitting next to her. Darcy couldn’t say that she minded that. “I am not familiar with this, My Fair Lady. Is it an important movie that you’ve watched it forty-nine times?”

“I don’t know how many times I’ve watched it really. Only that it was a lot. It’s probably not that important to most people but it is a classic. I just happen to like it a lot.”

As the film wore on, Darcy leaned a little closer to Thor, letting her head rest on his shoulder. Some part of her hoped that he would put an arm around her. He didn’t. Even so, it was enough to sit as they were.

“Why did Eliza return to Higgins in the end? It seemed he was rather harsh with her while he taught her,” Thor said as the film came to an end. “Or what I mean to say is, why do you like this film?”

“You think I like men who are controlling?” Darcy asked, a little defensively.

“I did not say that,” Thor replied.

Darcy sighed, “You didn’t have to. It’s probably true. It’s not like I do it on purpose though. But it’s like Eliza. She cared for Higgins because he offered her new possibilities. She got to wear fancy dresses and not have people look down on her anymore. She got to dance at the most beautiful parties. People can say that’s shallow but a life of poverty with a dad who would sell her out is pretty crappy too. Higgins was an upgrade. Maybe I just look for guys who have something better to offer.”

Thor remained silent for a short while and Darcy was afraid it was going to start getting awkward.

“I am sorry Darcy, that I frightened you on the day I arrived on earth. I frightened you enough that you felt you needed to use your taser on me. I had not realized the significance of that until now.”

“And what exactly is the significance?” Darcy wasn’t sure what he was trying to say.

“Only that you have not been treated with the kindness you deserve and I did nothing to help you when I could have.”

“I don’t...I don’t know that there’s anything you could have done…” Darcy said.

“I might have at least checked in on you when I was with the Avengers these past few years. You were Jane’s closest friend and it never occured to me that you could be in danger.”

“If I was in danger it was my own fault because I make stupid decisions,” Darcy said bitterly.

Thor turned towards her just slightly. “Darcy, you bear none of the blame for what others have done to you. None. The fault is theirs alone.”

“Thanks,” she said in a near whisper. “Maybe I needed to hear that...and maybe if it’s not too much trouble I’ll need to hear it again sometime.”

“Then I will tell it to you again and if you wish it, I will offer you a hug from time to time.”

“Yeah…” Darcy said, emotion in her tone. “I wish for that.”

He moved his arm so that he could put it around her and she leaned closer and rested her head against his chest. The hour was already late enough that she might have fallen asleep alone but this time Darcy was more than thankful that she didn’t have to. Thor stayed where he was and let her sleep in his hug.

#marvel #darcy lewis #thor odinson #fanfiction #fluff #crush #hugs hugs hugs

[thorsthot]

pulse . peter maximoff

pairing: xmen!peter maximoff x reader; established relationship

genre + warnings: smut! stealing/mentions of theft. use of a sex toy. squirting. protected sex.

words: 2.2k

summary: After a day of fucking around in a particular video store, you and Peter fuck around at home.

note: this was a commission for @otaku1012 !!! this was really fun to write and I've never written for Peter before so i hope i did his character justice 🥺 oh! and this takes place a little bit before Apocalypse, so about 1981. per usual, i accept any and all feedback you guys have!!

“You know, I heard they have a sex shop in the back,” Peter whispers in your ear as you look at the VHS tapes in the comedy section. “All kinds of adult films and sex toys.”

His breath catches against the back of your neck, making you shiver. A hand placed at your waist as he hugs you from behind. He spins you towards him a moment later. “Maybe we should go have a look.”

He moves his fingertips lightly along your side, tickling you. A big smile appeared on his face as you began to laugh nervously from the torture.

“Cut it out,” You laughed. “People are staring.”

“Let them stare,” He joked, still not letting you breathe.

His fingers ran up and down your sides repeatedly, then he abruptly stopped. It took you a minute to catch your breath, side-eyeing him as he swiftly went to look at the movies in the action section that was a few feet away.

“Babe! Should we finish our James Bond marathon?” He asks, lifting the VHS tape. “They have The Spy Who Loved Me.”

“Yeah, hopefully, this one isn’t fucking boring.” You roll your eyes as you approach him.

“There’s no one else I’d rather spend two hours and six minutes of boringness with,” He kisses your forehead. With an effortless motion, Peter places the tape in his bag and walks away. “Hurry up, slowpoke.”

He offers you his hand and brings you to the back of the shop towards a large brown door that says ‘XXX 18+ ONLY’ in bolded cherry red letters. He opens the door, and you’re both immediately stopped.

“Identification please,” A short white man with a receding hairline stopped you.

You both pull out your ID, and he waves you off. The area was a bit small but, it was divided into a few sections. Various clothing items and shoes in the front with porn tapes to the right. And a plethora of toys in the back.

Peter went immediately to the video section, but you moved towards the toys. It was almost as if they’d called your name, begging you to approach so they could grasp you. You didn’t know where to start. Your chest felt as though it was about to burst from your chest. You’d never see anything like this. You started at the lube and the games. Everything from sex dice to blindfolds and handcuffs. Then you moved onto browsing the dildos, so many different colors and lengths.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Peter teasing you about your fascination, but you shook him off. Your mouth slightly gaped open, and your eyes wandered, studying every toy you came across.

“Excuse me, what did you just put in your bag?” You heard from the distance, snapping out of your trance.

Your head turns way too quickly, and you see Peter being eyed by the short man who’d stopped you earlier. You wanted to fucking melt. There was no fucking way he’d just been caught. Before the man could open his mouth again, Peter ran towards you.

“Get on my back.” You sigh but make no complaint, hopping onto his back, and in no time you both are out of there and down the street.

He stopped, letting you down, and you paused to catch your breath. It’s not often that you’re attached to him when he fucking zooms away like that. It takes some time to get used to it.

“Holy shit Peter!” You yelled. “How the fuck did you get caught?”

“I didn’t know he was gonna be standing directly behind me,” He laughs at you. “Plus, you look so cute when you’re annoyed.”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes for what felt like the fifteenth time today. “You owe me lunch.”

“Race you?” And like that, he was gone.

“No fucking fair!”

It always amazed you that man who can move at over a hundred miles per second was so slow and patient with you. His touches are soft and delicate, never rough unless you wanted him to be. And this time, you needed that.

But of course, he was going to tease you. Building up lust inside of you, and making you wetter by the second at the smallest things he did, like breath. When his lips traced your collarbone, and his heavy breath tickled against his skin. It caused you to shiver at his touch.

Life was so fast today, and you needed that speed to continue. You needed that same energy and passion as before.

“How about we play with something?” Peter smiles.

There’s a sparkle in his eye as he gets off the bed and reaches for his backpack. Unzipping it, he pulled out a box that said: 'HITACHI two speed massager. Magic Wand.' in bold black and white lettering.

“That’s what you took from the sex shop?” You laughed at him.

“Yeah, I thought we’d try it out and see how it works,” He takes it out of the package. “First, we plug this into the wall.”

Peter plugs the cord into the outlet closest to the bed, and luckily the cord stretches rather far. He examines the wand, then turns it on. It was fairly loud as it vibrated in his hand. He presses the end against his arm and gasps.

“Wow.”

“Wow?”

He comes closer to you, pressing the vibrator against your forearm. It shakes hard against your skin. It’s powerful, and you could only imagine how it would feel on your clit.

“Wow.” You responded.

“Definitely trying this out tonight.” Peter looked at you, a small smile on his face.

“How about we try it right now?”

His smile grew wide, and his pupils seemed to dilate. Turning the vibrator off, he leaned into you. His lips touched yours, and it gave you chills. It was as if this was the first time you had ever kissed each other. The whole world could be falling apart at this very moment, and it wouldn’t even matter.

You leaned back on the bed, breaking the kiss for just a moment. Peter slipped in between your legs, lips attaching to your neck.

And you’re pulled back into that headspace. It’s like you’re floating in limbo or a pit of darkness, but it’s not depressing. You can feel every single touch and breath against your body, each more intense than the last. You can hear everything, but nothing at all. For a moment, it's only you and Peter.

His kisses stop, and you look up at him. You peered into his eyes to see the softness that was always there; and it would never leave, even though much of his innocence is lost. He pulls your shirt over and off of you to find you braless.

His mouth instantly goes to your left nipple, sucking, teasing, and biting lightly as his hands grab your tits. It’s like he’s in a candy store and you’re his favorite candy. The feeling of his tongue swirling against you and his teeth occasionally grazing your nipple shot straight to your clit. He could help but moan around you, and the vibrations warmed you. He does the same to the other nipple.

He planted a kiss on both of your breasts and then your neck. A short lick at your neck causes you to moan. Your hips bucking into his, only to be cockblocked by the friction of your jeans.

“I want you,” You moaned out to him. Your words and tone of voice practically shot straight to his dick.

Peter sat up, his hands working their way to your pants. He took his time as he did it, refusing to rush. As much as Peter wanted to see all of you, taste you, touch you, and feel you; he took his time. He chooses to savor this moment with you.

“Can’t wait to taste you,” He vocalized, taking your pants off of you.

You opened your legs wider for him to see, your panties blocking him from seeing what he wants. His fingers hooked inside your panties and slid them to the side. “So pretty.”

His free hand holds onto the back of your thigh, holding your leg to the side. You rest your other thigh on his shoulder.

He licks your clit, then dips into your wetness for an initial taste. He moans into you as he tastes you, drinking every bit of you as he could. He’s not too fast though, choosing to take his time instead. But he still eats you messily, as if you were the last thing he’d ever taste, savoring the moment.

You grind into his face, your hands moving into his hair; tugging at it as you catch your breath. His tongue swirled around your clit, occasionally sucking and kissing on you. Even dipping his tongue in and out of you, daring to go lower. His lips and the tip of his nose shiny and glistening in the light with your wetness.

Peter sat up and reached to the side of you, grabbing the vibrator. He turns it on, and your breath gets caught in your throat before he even touches you with it. He places the vibrator directly on your clit, not too harshly.

“Holy shit,” You couldn’t help but moan out. It felt like your heart dropped. You couldn't imagine explaining the feeling it gave you.

It was just one big ball of feelings expanding deep inside your core. Your moans increased in volume, and you couldn’t help it. You shook a bit and squirmed around, but Peter held you in your place.

“Be still,” He spoke sternly. It made your heart flutter a bit.

You felt like you were going to burst. That nerve of feels kept expanding until it was no more; you were seeing stars. The void surrounded you and held you; it was comfort and pure white noise. It was so much at once, but, you couldn’t do anything but take it all in.

Once you came back to Earth, you looked straight to Peter. Eyes wide with the vibrator in his hand; his mouth wide, curling into a smile. His face was wet, as was his shirt.

“Wow,” You said in unison.

You both took a minute. Your chest heaving, the heartbeat in your pussy pulsing rapidly.

“I wanna make you do that again.” Peter licks his lips.

He takes off his clothes before you could even blink, taking a condom from his side table and rolling it onto his dick. He positions himself between your legs, resting his dick against your heat. “I’ll go slow,”

He slowly slides into you, hands roughly gripping your sides. He looks into your eyes, and it’s like he’s stealing your soul, piece by piece. One deep stroke into you, and you’re unraveling around him. He feels so good inside of you, it’s like it was meant to be.

You place your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself even though you’re laying down. Deep inside of you as he rolls his hips, but he pauses, grabbing the vibrator and clicking it on. He presses the vibrator lightly to your clit, slowly moving it up and down.

Being filled up with a vibrator on your clit was a whole new feeling. Everything centered on your core. It was a fiery passion that kept sparking inside of you. Peter's thrusts became faster the closer he came to his orgasm. The vibrations added stimulation for both of you, especially for Peter. Making his cock throb with every second he’s inside of you.

“Fuck,” He breathed. He tried to keep his composure and not cum too quickly.

Peter looked down, watching himself disappear inside of you. Drooling at how your wetness coated the condom. Moving his hips at just the right angle, he hit right where you needed him to. Your moans syncing with his own as you squeezed around him. You became nearly numb to the vibrator, but the closer you came to cuming, the more unbearable it became.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” You cried. You tried to close your legs, but couldn’t because Peter was between them.

He began to rock his hip faster, burying his dick inside you. Leaning down, his lips locked with yours. He became absorbed in all your warmth. Moving sloppily as he spilled his cum into the rubber. You could only imagine what I’d feel like if he came directly into you, and you came at the thought of it.

Your legs shaking, your back arched off the bed with a hoarse moan spilling from your mouth. Wetness squirting out from you and Peter pulls out, slapping his cock over your cunt. The vibrator rested against your skin, and even just that was too much.

Peter slid back inside of you, thrusting inside of you just a little bit. You could only hold him as you continued to unravel around him. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. You could feel the wetness below you seeping into the bed; should’ve laid down a towel if only you both knew.

It took a few, but it felt like you’d been cuming for minutes on end. The room felt hotter than before, and you felt a little lightheaded. You were already sore, you just needed to lay there for a moment.

“Wanna watch The Spy Who Loved Me?” He asks after a long silence, turning off the vibrator.

“Sure.” You laughed, rubbing circles on his back. “Just let me catch my breath.

With this vibrator in your possession, it’d be a long night.

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[simpworthy]

Summary: It is no secret that your boyfriend, Keigo, has never had the time or luxury of Christmas, and you are determined to change that.

Part 1? Might make this into a few parts if it is too long.

Warnings: Quite a lot of cursing and language at the beginning. Just the fluffiest of fluff and some angst... But it all ends well!!!

There was a loud crash in the kitchen and you froze. You were certain that it was Keigo returning from his early morning patrol, but you held your breath, waiting for the loud cursing you knew would follow. Sure enough, strings of vulgar curses and a few choice phrases you were sure he had made up spewed from his lips.

“Fucking hell! I work my ass off all day, and this is what i get in return? This motherfucking cabinet is absolute shit!” The slamming of said cabinet door was a loud echo through the quiet apartment, and you slowly drug yourself out of bed whilst groaning to yourself. Keigo had been uncharacteristically angry and overly irritable over the past few weeks, and it was becoming overwhelming for you.

“Hello to you too, birdy,” you growled, crossing your arms when you strolled through the doorway. Scanning the room, you noticed how heavily your boyfriend was breathing and your eyes found the cabinet which collapsed and sent dishes, various food items, and some type of liquid crashing into a very frustrated man. This was no doubt the cause of Keigo’s current mood.

“Sorry I woke you from your precious sleep,” he stabbed, his voice laced with sarcasm and devoid of his usual playfulness. Stunned, you pressed a finger into his chest.

“I don’t know why you are taking all your frustration out on me and the furniture,” you hissed, struggling to keep your voice even,” but you better fucking pull it together. I’m not going to sit here in misery because you can’t communicate your problems like a whole ass toddler!” Keigo turned up his nose at you, clearly tryout words had made things much worse. He grabbed the hand that was firmly planted on his chest, and wrenched it away from him with a force that made you gasp.

“Y/N, I am not going to stand here and let you tell me that I am the childish one!” He let go of your hand, and began to stalk towards the shared bedroom.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?” Your voice was shaking, tears threatening to spill over. Keigo kept his back turned to you, but he had stopped walking.

“You wouldn’t get it, so just drop it, Y/N!!”

“No! I’m not going to just drop it,” you raised your voice, a few tears running down your face,” You can’t just shut me out and become some kind of raging monster for weeks, Hawks. I haven’t done a single thing to deserve this!” He tensed at your use of his hero name. You saved that for when you were serious or extremely angry.

“You’re right, you don’t deserve it,” he muttered under his breath. He sighed and shook his head, making his way to the bedroom. You could hear the door click in place as he closed it, and you took note of the fact that he had not slammed it.

Wiping the tears that had fallen down your cheeks, you began to pick up some of the contents that had fallen from the cabinet, taking care to throw away any broken or unusable items. You were muttering to yourself when you picked up a small package. You crouched down and unwrapped the package, examining the small mug that had been broken. You pulled out a small slip of paper that was still intact, and looked closer at the loopy handwriting. A small smile was brought to your face as you recalled the small girl who had given the mug to you while you had been patrolling.

“Heroes deserve Christmas gifts too,” she had told you, handing the small package to you,” My grandmother’s special recipe is in there. She always told me to share it to people who need a little warmth on Christmas Eve!” You had smiled and crouched down to be eye-level with the young girl. You had grinned, taking her mittened hands in your bare ones.

“Thank you, that’s a very thoughtful thing for you to do for me!” The young girl beamed up at you after getting a picture with you, and you had watched as she skipped while holding her mother’s hand. You had placed the mug in the cabinet for safekeeping, wanting to remember the little girl’s kindness.

“I can think of some people who could use a little warmth,” you mumbled, running your hands over the shards of broken ceramic. You placed as many pieces as you could into a tubberware container, throwing away the smallest slivers that were just an outright safety hazard. Standing to your feet once more, you read the instructions that had been written on the paper with care.

Mama Tanaka’s Homemade Hot Chocolate

Remember young one, this recipe is for all to share! Go spread some Christmas cheer and a little warmth this Christmas Eve!

Ingredients: cocoa powder, chocolate chips, vanilla extract, peppermint pieces; and love, joy, and cheer

-Place the milk of your choice in a saucepan over medium-low heat. Using milk instead of water, makes this hot chocolate extra creamy and flavorful. I prefer whole milk or 2% milk, but you can choose any milk that you choose (I’ve even used unsweetened almond milk).

-Whisk in cocoa powder and sugar, and heat until warm.

-Once the milk is warm, add chocolate chips, whisking until they melt into the milk.

-Add a splash of vanilla extract.

-Serve immediately, topped with your favorite garnishes: marshmallows, whipped cream, chopped chocolate, crushed candy canes or more.

It was a simple recipe to follow, but your inability to comprehend the most simple of instructions was causing the frustration to build up again.

“Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!” You slammed your fists against the countertop, throwing all attempts of being quiet for Keigo out the window. “If a little girl can make this why can’t I?! I’m a pro hero for fuck’s sake!” You groaned trying not to lose it over a simple pot of hot chocolate.

“Maybe the stove eye is too hot,” Keigo suggested from where he was leaning against the doorway. You glared at him. Oh how the tables had turned.

“Did I interrupt your beauty sleep, or did you come to make sure I was perfectly miserable?” Keigo chuckled, casually making his way over to you. His body pressed against yours as he wrapped his arms around you to pry the wisk from your shaking hands. With his other hand, he turned down the heat.

“Let me help,” he offered, resting his head on your shoulder,” and no, I came to apologize.” You were taken aback, and you sighed. Keigo hummed a tune as he attempted to salvage the damage you had done to the now boiling pan of hot chocolate.

“I will finish this and then we can talk, yea?” You nodded in agreement, closing your eyes to dwell in the warmth your boyfriend was providing. Time seemed to slow as you stood there, letting all of the anger and pent up frustration melt from your shoulders. It was a heavy weight lifted from you and you felt relieved.

Keigo let go of you as he grabbed two mugs, and you couldn’t help but whine and complain at the loss of contact. Keigo smirked, pushing a mug into your hands. The rich smell if chocolate wafted to the air and you grinned.

“Come on, baby bird.” You let him lead you into the living room where you sat in the couch, pressing your body against him again. There was a comfortable silence as the both of you drank the warm beverages, happy and content to be together and happy to not be fighting. Your boyfriend was the first to finish his drink, and he set it on the coffee table, looking up at you. You hummed as you set down your mug shortly after.

“Ok,” you broke the silence, sliding your hand into Keigo’s,” let’s talk.” Keigo inhaled deeply, closing his eyes briefly before meeting your gaze once more.

“It’s this whole Christmas season thing,” he began timidly,” Everyone is so, I don’t know, happy?” Keigo stared out the window behind you as you cocked an eyebrow.

“Keigo? I hate to break it to you,” you chuckled,” but you’re one of the most disgustingly happy people I’ve ever met.” Keigo frowned down at you before looking back out the window.

“I’m... that’s not... wait! I am not! But, that’s not what I mean,” he protested,” It’s all so fake and not genuine whatsoever. Reminds me of my old man.” Now you had gotten somewhere. Keigo was never very open about his past and his father, he only let you see snippets of the things he had been through. He said he preferred looking to the future rather than to the past.

“Keigo, not all of it is fake, you have to know that,” you argued, sensing that Keigo’s mind was beginning to drift elsewhere.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right kid, I just never have had a Christmas, if you want to put it that way. I don’t see any point to it, I guess,” he shrugged. To say you’re heart shattered would be an understatement, and you rubbed your thumb in reassuring circles against his palm.

“What if I gave you one? What if I showed you Christmas isn’t all that bad?” Keigo raised his eyebrows at your words as if he was trying to completely wrap his mind around what you had said. Was it really be possible that you cared enough to make Christmas special for him? He smiled at the thought.

“Ya know, babe, I’d like that,” he laughed, his golden eyes meeting your gaze again.

“I’d like that a lot.”

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[alitaimagines]

“baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle, I can’t let you go now that I got it and all I need is to be struck by your electric love. baby your electric love. drown me, you make my heart beat like the rain. surround me, hold me deep beneath your waves.”

        ☆ TODOROKI SHOUTO - MY HERO ACADEMIA 

        ☆ note: I just realized the last few things I’ve written been so angsty so here so here is a fluffy blurb. I feel like I could expand on this imagine so look out for a part two on this.

        ☆ previous imagine: ♡ ☆ masterlist: ♡

Todoroki hadn’t realized that he was staring off into space until he heard Momo’s voice speak up.

“Todoroki, that’s so cute,” Momo whispered as Todoroki tried to hide his blush, “you have a crush on her! you should totally make the first move!” Mina practically yelled. 

“guys, if he truly likes her, he’ll do it on his own time. don’t peer pressure him!” Iida lectured the two girls, “yeah, I think Iida has a point,” Midoriya added on as the girls sighed. 

you were standing with Kirishima, Jirou, and Kaminari, as you downed an entire packet of sour patch kids before morning training started. both Kirishima and Jirou gave you concerning looks as Kaminari drank his hot chocolate, not really caring about what was happening.

“dude, it’s seven thirty in the morning and you’re eating that like it’s your breakfast,” Jirou said with judgemental eyes, “it is my breakfast, leave me alone,” you responded as Kaminari took a few out of the bag for himself. 

Todoroki watched you give him a back hand to the chest, “keep your hands off my breakfast. that’s also my lunch!” you exclaimed as Kirishima gave you another look of concern, “can I ask why that’s your lunch? you know we get our lunch for free, right?” 

you laughed as you popped another Sour Patch Kid in your mouth, “because I’m tired of school food and this is what’s going to hold me over until I convince my mom to bring me some,” you mumbled through the candy. 

Jirou and Kirishima sighed at your stupidity as Kaminari agreed. Todoroki on the other hand couldn’t help but overhear the conversation and knew exactly what he was going to do. 

“God, it’s so fucking cold out,” you complained as you wrapped your jacket closer to you in order to gain anymore warmth out of it, “I don’t understand why they make us train in these temperatures. we’re going to freeze to death one day,” you complained. 

you couldn’t continue to complain as Aizawa walked into the field and told everyone to find a partner to spar with. you noticed everyone immediately paired up with the closest person they were with which left you having to train with Bakugou. 

“oh Katsuki!” you exclaimed as you saw him physically sigh, “don’t be upset that you’re stuck with me! think of it as a blessing!” you joked as the blond immediately started to curse you out. 

once Aizawa gave everyone the signal to start sparring with each other, you and Bakugou immediately darted to each other as he let out a lengthy amount of explosions which you quickly dodged before sliding under his legs to flip him. 

you managed to get a grasp of his leg as he tried to grab your arm but he was too late. you locked in your grasp and slammed him against the ground as the class stared at you in disbelief. 

“holy shit, Bakugou, I just flipped you without even trying,” you taunted as he got up in anger and went to attack you again, “tch, you’re going to have to catch me to get revenge on me!” you screamed as you instantly started to run in the opposite direction.

“GET BACK HERE YOU STUPID EXTRA!” he yelled while chasing you, “that’s enough. since neither of you are taking this seriously, Todoroki, take Bakugou’s place and Bakugou, you can spar with Yaoyorozu until training is done,” Aizawa interjected. 

you sighed before you started to walk over to Todoroki, “hey, Momo! good luck with Katsuki. he’s pretty weak today so I’m sure you can win a few rounds,” you teased Bakugou again as he was immediately held back by Kirishima.

Todoroki couldn’t help but chuckle at the death wish you were basically signing for yourself.

“hey Shouto!” you greeted the half-n-half boy, “you good to go?” you asked as he gave you a simple nod. 

Todoroki wondered why weren’t you as playful with him as you were around Kirishima, Bakugou, or even Kaminari. he knew he could come off as a bit cold or standoffish sometimes but your vibrant personality could usually kick anyone up a few notches. 

the two of you remained sparring for a while before Aizawa called it quits for the day. as you finally stepped away, you wiped the sweat off your forehead before looking at Todoroki. 

“I really got to give it to you,” you wheezed as you tried to regain your breath, “you really know how to fight. I really would have hated to be Bakugou at the sports festival.” 

Todoroki tried to hide the blush that was spreading on his face, “but maybe I should have taken Jirou’s advice and not eaten candy for breakfast. I have such low energy right now, I feel like I could eat a cow right now,” you said as Todoroki looked through his school bag until he found the energy bar he was planning on saving for himself. 

“here, have this,” Todoroki told you as he handed you the granola bar, “you shouldn’t go hungry for the rest of the morning. it’s not healthy,” he said, almost in a reprimanding tone of voice. 

you laughed before giving him a playful hug, “aw, Shouto! you care about my health!” you joked before ripping the package with your teeth, “what’s next? buying my lunch?” you asked. 

Todoroki gave you a look, “I heard you say that you were going to have that candy for lunch so you can have some of the cold soba I packed for lunch,” you put your hand to your chest and thought of how good your lunch was going to be now. 

“it’s like you’re my mom!” you joked as he shrugged, “if I need to act like it, I will. someone needs to make sure you’re eating properly.” 

this time you gave him an offended look, “I eat properly! last night I had an actual dinner plus, I had the hot chocolate that U.A. was offering after it!” you tried to defend yourself, “sure you did,” Todoroki muttered as the two of you finally entered the class. 

Mina and Momo gave each other looks as you sat in front of Todoroki and continued to talk to him until Midnight arrived for her class. they could tell that Todoroki was a lot more talkative around you and that made their hearts flutter for you. 

they knew Todoroki wasn’t an open book so to see their most closed off classmate not only talking but pursuing his crush made them feel fuzzy inside.

the good thing about all of this was that Todoroki was your desk neighbor. you sat directly behind him so every so often. you would pass him a note with a funny drawing of one of your classmates or pass him a candy that you had inside of you backpack. 

“look! look!” Mina whispered to Momo, “they’re already sharing sweets! I didn’t think Todoroki would act on his crush so quickly,” she said as Momo watched as Todoroki discreetly popped a chocolate into his mouth. 

“yeah, I didn’t expect to see him do it so quickly but what Todoroki wants, he gets so it shouldn’t be too surprising.” 

Mina agreed before they heard Midnight clear her throat so they could get back to paying attention to the lecture. 

once the bell went off indicating it was time for the first years to get their lunch, Todoroki pulled out the cold soba before shoving two desks together and putting it in front of the both of you. 

“oh my goodness! you weren’t lying when you said you made a lot of soba,” you stared down at the copious amount of soba he had in his soup container, “but don’t mind if I do!” you giggled before grabbing the utensils and digging into the soba. 

Momo and Mina peeked their heads from outside of the classroom as they watched you and Todoroki eat the soba together. there was a few times where you would say something that would make him laugh. 

their little viewing party got interrupted when Mina received a message from Todoroki. 

“buy ( your name ) her favorite hot chocolate and I’ll pay you back after class. don’t say anything to anyone.”

Mina showed Momo the text as she smiled, “well, let’s go! we shouldn’t be late for class and I have an idea to show ( your name ) that Todoroki likes her!” she exclaimed as the two of them ran off in the direction of the lunch room.

ALITA

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[hankwritten]

Lies, Damned Lies, and Valentine’s

Day 7 of the valentine’s day event, Whole Team

“Have the RED team vandalized us in the middle of the night?” Medic asked, gazing around the common room which had been papered with tiny hearts. “What is with all the pink?”

“Ach, it’s Valentine’s day, boyo!” Demo told him with a hearty slap on the back. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

Medic adjusted his glasses, which had fallen out of place with the overzealous display of masculine affection. “My wife and I are…estranged. I have not celebrated a Valentine’s day in a very long time.”

“Well, so long as you made your cards, you’re celebrating just fine.” When Medic didn’t respond, Demo pressed a, “you did make some cards, right lad?”

“Cards for who? I told you I have not spoken to-”

“For the team ya quack,” Demo snorted. “We always make cards for each other on Valentine’s day.”

“…Like kindergarteners,” Medic asked drily.

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud doc,” Demo elbowed him. “It’s a tradition.”

Medic crossed his arms, and kicked a small paper heart that had fallen on his shoe. “Well no one told me about it.”

At that, Demo finally paused. “Ah, I suppose everyone forgot to mention it to the rookie. Don’t worry though!” This time, Medic dodged the pat aimed at his shoulder. “Everyone knows you only got here a month or so ago, they won’t hold you to any obligations.”

“What a relief.” Medic rolled his eyes.

He was able to put the ridiculous conversation out of his mind thanks to the oncoming battle, slinging on his pack with a feeling of purpose. Dealing with REDs and avoiding Spies took most of his concentration, as a day that he went about distracted was a day he’d find quite a few Sniper shots through his head. However, as much as he’d dismissed Valentine’s by the midday break that afternoon, it appeared his teammates hadn’t.

He’d followed Heavy to the cover of the sentry nest, but as his partner was filling up Sasha, he noticed that Engie had laid out a few pieces of folded paper on top of the dispenser. Medic wandered closer. It took him a moment to parse what he was seeing, but then he remembered the travesty that had become of the common room and realized Demo had been dead serious about Valentine’s Day. Engineer’s valentines were spread out neatly, all unique, all cheerfully signed by members of the team. Scout had draw a rather good rendition of the man himself standing next to his sentry, a little heart between them. Sniper had written ‘THANKS TRUCKIE’ in block letters. Even Soldier had put in some effort, as he had used red, white, and blue construction paper to make what might have been the shape of Texas if you squinted enough.

Nearby, Pyro was showing off their own collection. Scout had also drawn a picture for them (of Mayor Balloonicorn), which they had delicately set in the grass, their other cards out before them. The one from Engie they were attacking with vigor, since the Engineer had been forward thinking enough to glue tiny pieces of candy to the folded paper.

“They’re all real nice Pyro,” he was chuckling. “Though maybe put them back in your pocket? Don’t want them to get dirty.”

Pyro nodded, and began shuffling them back into a pouch within their chemsuit.

“They take this very seriously, don’t they?” Medic noted absently about the pair.

Heavy, having loaded on the ammo required, turned and saw Medic mulling over Engineer’s cards. “Oh, da! Every year. We do not spend holidays together, so for team, is closest thing.”

As he spoke, he reached into his front pocket. Something with Demo’s handwriting dashed all over it appeared in his hand, obnoxiously saccharine with its copious hearts and overuse of the color red. Yet the Heavy Weapons Guy displayed it proudly, and Medic offered him a wry smile.

“I had no idea,” Medic mused.

“…Team forget to tell you?” Heavy rumbled. “Heavy see. Heavy wondered why doctor did not give him one.”

Medic coughed lightly into his hand. “I wasn’t aware until this morning-”

“No, is alright. Heavy’s little joke.” He patted Medic on the shoulder, which was (surprisingly) more reserved than Demo’s attempt at the same. “We kill RED babies, that is gift enough, da?”

Medic agreed, and followed him off into battle. However, this time the threat of the loving spirit stuck, and Medic found himself skewered on the end of the Spy’s knife more than he was comfortable with. He tried to shake himself, to forget his teammates’ foolish obsession, but one thought kept rankling him: he might have not known to send out cards, but why hadn’t anyone gotten him anything?

They returned to BLU base with an embarrassing loss on their collars, though you wouldn’t know by looking. Everyone was in the common showing of their haul, passing around heart shaped cookies that someone had made last night and stuffed in the fridge. Medic tried one, and nearly gagged on how much sugar had been crammed into such a small package.

Apparently everyone had gotten the same memo about Demo’s cards, as each one came with a tiny novel vodka attached. Demo peeled off the last one (from Soldier with a picture of a shovel on it, saying simply I Dig You) with the utmost care, lining them up next to his whiskey bottle.

“Look!” he grinned to Soldier. “Me scrumpy’s birthed a litter!”

Soldier, who had taken to taping his own cards to his helmet, slapped him on the back. “Congratulations! You’re a grandfather!”

Scout, like Pyro, couldn’t help but flaunt his, claiming that he got the most out of anyone. When Sniper pointed out that everyone got seven cards, he pivoted to say, “yeah well mine are the best, quality over quantity Snipes.”

Medic shouldn’t have been irritated. He didn’t care about Valentine’s Day, not in the slightest, so why was he getting so terse about his teammates’ holiday cheer? Of course they didn’t get cards for the rookie, they probably would have gotten cards for their old Medic, not him.

That thought itself would have put anyone in a sour mood, but the tipping point was when he walked the corner and saw Spy delicately arranged bits of red-hued paper into a manila folder, smiling slightly as he set the last one down. Medic was close enough to read, saw Sniper’s handwriting, and also that the poem it was quoting was incomplete. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. / I love thee to the depth and breadth and height. The next two lines were missing— Medic knew enough of poetry to glean that—which meant Sniper probably had the other half. All shuffled always with the other ones he’d gotten from Scout and Engie and Demo and whoever, but the most important thing Medic could determine from the display was all those people had given Spy valentines too. Spy. Medic’s eye twitched. Before he knew it he was barreling past Spy, out past the others in order to get to the hallway. There were a couple exclamations of confusion, a few calls asking what was wrong, but Medic ignored them all.

He didn’t need their obligatory attempts to include him, he could see when he wasn’t wanted.

“Doctor! Wait!”

He considered not stopping for the deep voice behind him, but unless he wanted to go charging off onto the battlefield, his path would eventually take him back around base. He sighed, and turned to face the man behind him.

“Can I help you?” Medic snapped. There was no use pretending he wasn’t miffed.

“What is the matter?” Heavy asked. “Have not seen you this angry before.”

“Well that is not a big surprise considering we barely know each other, apparently.” Medic crossed his arms.

Heavy furrowed his brow. Always a man of few words, he either didn’t know what to say, or figured it was better not to antagonize Medic further, and so he settled for waiting for his teammate to elaborate.

Medic relented eventually, shoulders sagging as he exhaled. “I realize I am not…part of the team so to speak. I understand I am not as close to you all as your old Medic was, and I do not blame you for not including me, but it is still…difficult to watch everyone open cards and…not receive any myself.” God it sounded so childish when he said it allowed. He was a doctor for god’s sake! He should be above such petty jealousies.

As his self consciousness closed in, he hunched, and failed to look at Heavy. It took the man saying, “doctor did not get valentines? Is not possible,” for Medic to turn back around and see him shaking his head. “At very least, Heavy give card.”

“You…?” Medic unfolded his arms. “When?”

Heavy raised an eyebrow. “Did doctor not check locker?” When Medic blinked, Heavy added, “is where we put at start of day, so none get lost.”

“…Just like in kindergarten,” Medic finished the thought and pinched the bridge of his nose. “God I am such a dummkopf.”

Heavy chuckled, clearly glad to have resolved the situation. “Medic is far from. Come, we look now.”

So Medic did come, entering resupply and walking to his locker, taking a moment to brace himself as he grasped the handle. He turned it. Immediately, he was hit with an avalanche of purple, pink, and red, an absolute tidal wave of valentines rushing out to greet him from where they’d been conglomerating inside his locker like a clogged artery.

There were so many, decorated all with his class symbol or words of thanks. Pyro had made at least four, decorated with crayons and rainbow drawings, sticking slightly where the paint hadn’t dried. Medic picked one off the floor. Scout had drawn Archimedes beautifully, which was astounding considering the two hadn’t gotten along since the Über incident, and it must have been quite a strain to sit still long enough to capture the bird’s likeness. Engie had detailed out a list over every time Medic had saved his bacon in the past month, Spy had written something long and oddly heartfelt, Soldier had gifted him a coupon for one free haircut. The list went on.

It took Heavy gently touching his shoulder while he read Sniper’s uncharacteristically kind letter to realize he was holding his hand over his mouth. He cleared his throat, but despite that still couldn’t find words.

“Medic is part of team,” Heavy stated, matter of fact. “We appreciate. Do not forget that.”

Medic’s eyes fell on a large card, tucked behind the Quick-Fix in the back of the locker so it hadn’t come tumbling out with the rest. This one was unquestionably from Heavy. Medic wasn’t sure how he knew, but he did.

Delicately, he reached out and took it, seeing it was nearly the size of a proper book, made out of two pieces of paper tied with a string. He gently gazed over the words inside, drinking them all in, and then softly spoke, “thank you mein friend.”

“Is no trouble.” Heavy squeezed his shoulder, and Medic could tell his friend was smiling by the chuckle in his voice. “Now! We go. Back to party, doctor should get to show off his cards too.”

“Yes, lets. But ah…not this one though,” Medic finished, softly folding Heavy’s card back up. “This one I will keep here.”

Heavy smiled. “If doctor likes.” With that, Medic followed him back to the party.

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