#posting these early so anyone can send for Valentine's Day

[strawberryclementine]

Happy Valentine's Day! Here's a set of Monster-themed cards~ Feel free to send them to your pals

#posting these early so anyone can send for Valentine's Day #naoki urasawa's monster #my memes #q #franz bonaparta #eva heinemann #nina fortner #heinrich lunge #kenzo tenma #Martin reest #wolfgang grimmer #rudi gillen #roberto #Lotte frank

[kentopedia]

❝𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄❞ welcome to kentopedia's love through the ages collab. in honor of another lonely valentine’s day, i wanted to combine my two greatest loves: history and literature! so this is for anyone who wants a passionate romance and loves the aesthetics of the past. because i know that no matter when you live and die, your favs will always choose you ♡

STATUS: OPEN

♛ — TO JOIN

submit a piece based off a time in history you find interesting. it can be an au of your favorite classic novel, a song you enjoy from a period before your own, a piece of art you enjoy, or something entirely your own. be creative!!

please reblog this post & send me an ask with the character you'd like to write about and the inspiration. for example: "nanami + renaissance" (which is what i’ll be writing teehee).

♛ — REQUIREMENTS

no fandom limitation, but i will cap it off at 2 entries per character (i won’t count mine in that limit!). and you can join as many times as you want.

this is a historical au collab, so i will not accept any submissions based in the 21st century :) but it can go back as far as you want!

there is no deadline. minimum of 500 words, but no maximum. i love long fics! please use the read more feature on your posts.

♛ — OTHER

anyone can join, this is not limited to followers. no age requirement, but you must be 18+ to submit nsfw pieces, with an age indicator. make sure to follow the rules of all creators involved (including me!).

submissions can be as historically accurate or inaccurate as you want them to be, and could include fantasy elements too! this is all about capturing the aesthetics of a time period, but i will never limit anyone’s creativity. it can be extremely niche too!

all forms of art are welcome, not just writing, as long as they are of your own creation.

nsfw, sfw, dark content, etc. is all acceptable. be sure to tag accordingly!

♛ — TO SUBMIT

tag me in your submission so i can also add you to the masterlist. also, link this post on your submission to spread the love to other readers! i will be reading all the submissions and reblogging with feedback as well. let me know if you have any questions!

bungo stray dogs . . .

fyodor dostoevsky and hades & persephone by @lovedazai

nakahara chuuya and post wwii yakuza by @cheriiyaya

nakahara chuuya and the 1800s italian mafia by @osaemu

dazai osamu & fyodor dostoevsky as rival painters in the renaissance by @aureatchi

dazai osamu & fyodor dostoevsky in the trojan war by @fyorina

fyodor dostoevsky and victorian era royalty by @verlainepaul

dazai as a fallen angel by @chuuyrr

jujutsu kaisen . . .

nanami kento and the renaissance by @kentopedia

okkotsu yuta as an edo period samurai by @anqelically

gojo satoru & geto suguru and the medieval period by @flowerpersephone

geto suguru as a nineteenth century vampire by @todorokies

nanami kento and the victorian era by @starsinmylatte

gojo satoru and orpheus and eurydice by @forest-hashira

geto suguru and the american old west by @forest-hashira

geto suguru and phantom of the opera by @mynahx3

geto suguru and ancient greece by @mochimooon

nanami kento and the heian period by @purpleqilinwrites

fushiguro toji as a medieval bandit by @honeybleed

true form sukuna ryomen and ancient greece by @girlwithsharpt33th

okkotsu yuuta and post apocalyptic 1600s by @atsquie

nanami kento as a medieval knight by @mynahx3

nanami kento and the regency period by @kentopedia

nanami kento and ancient japan by @mynahx3

attack on titan . . .

reiner braun as a wwii soldier by @thel0v3hashira143

levi ackerman and the impressionist era by @be-co-me

armin arlert and the early 20th century by @crazychaoticizzy

eren jaeger and the age of piracy by @bloompompom

demon slayer . . .

shinazugawa sanemi and antony & cleopatra by @mitsuristoleme

tengen uzui and the roaring 20s by @forest-hashira

haikyuu . . .

kuroo tetsurō and the space race by @ktsumu

kuroo tetsurō & iwaizumi hajime in regency era inspired japan by @jarjarwinx

persona 5 . . .

akira kurusu and the prohibition era by @clubkira

genshin impact . . .

albedo as a renaissance by @clubkira

blue lock . . .

noel noa and indonesian colonization by

#𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓫 ❤︎ #painting in graphic romeo and juliet by frank dicksee :) #if no one joins … pretend u never saw this. #jjk x reader #aot x reader #csm x reader #jujutsu kaisen #attack on titan #haikyuu #x reader #jjk x you #aot x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #bllk x reader #bllk x you

[paper-gold-theories]

Villainous Observations: Miss Heed giving Anana the Middle Finger And Her Habit of Taking Credit for Other People's Work

Miss Heed tends to make holiday themed posts on popular holidays such as Valentines Day and Halloween, so it's a little out of character for her to make a post for an obscure holiday like Community Manager Day unless it's for a "good reason."

[Translation of White Board]

- SEND LOVE TO MY FANS

- POST A BEAUTIFUL SELFIE

- ASK FOR WORLD PEACE

- SEND LOVE TO MY FANS (AGAIN)

- CALL THE MAYOR OF ATRENO

(ASK IF YOU NEED HELP)

- FEED THE STRAY KITTENS

[Translation of Sticky Notes]

Call my BFF Ω

Reality?

I can still dance

And I theorised that the reason that Miss Heed just had to find the most obscure holiday involving community managers*,

(*Community Manager: The person responsible for building and maintaining a brand's community, both online and offline and it's public perception)

(Note: Also, I love the subtle future foreshadowing with the pineapple pen, on the bottom right, hinting that Anana is her actual community manager)

Then probably made her two assistants write down the most brag worthy things on her white board and sticky notes,

(like saying she contacts the mayor, might get a reality show, and is besties with the popular hero Omega)

And overcompensating lies to make herself look like a good person,

(like saying she feeds stray cats, consistently sends love to her followers that she had to write it down twice, and and actually cares about world peace 😂)

Then afterwards, she probably just opened up her laptop to her Instagram account to pose for a photo, faking it to make it look like she was typing and thinking "that's what my annoying community manager does right?"

All this just to rub salt in Anana's face, not giving her credit, by saying she is her own manager and independently does all of the work managing her brand on her own without anyone's help, all by herself.

And Anana, seeing this post will be like "This ungrateful spoiled bitch that I have to work for..."

But she is probably not surprised that she does this..., as she worked for her for many years since the early days of her heroine career.

___

I theorised that Miss Heed and Anana have an "I hate you, but I have to work with you, relationship" 😂

For Miss Heed, despite what Anana has done to build Miss Heed's brand to make her a popular heroine and help clear her name, she probably still hates Anana due to her still not meeting all of her demanding and spoilt requests, probably because it can do more harm to her brand reputation in the long run.

(For example, not allowing her to use social media until her reputation is cleared, as it might raise some questions.)

Leading to both of them having a heated argument and a yelling match as shown below.

(I wonder if Miss Heed posted that Community Manager post after an argument with Anana out of spite and petiness 😂)

For Anana, because of this she sees Miss Heed as a "spoilt, demanding and ungrateful brat" but tolerates it because it is her job and since Miss Heed's dad signs her cheques, she would listen to her father over Miss Heed any day.

And also I theorised she knows that having to deal with spoilt heroes is the price to pay for being on the "winning side" and profiting out of it which is why she formed "The Sisterhood of The UwU" Superhero fanclub when she met other women in the hero industry who share the same experience and goals, benefitting from having heroes having a good reputation, despite knowing that they are not actually good people.

Hence creating this "sisterhood" which allowed her connections to help each other by making the heroes, beneficial to each member, look good by any means possible.

_____

Aside from this, looking back at Miss Heed's Instagram again, after Chapter 10 of The Risky Heist, now knowing she didn't do anything herself is hilarious 🤣

And seeing as how Miss Heed tends to take credit for other people's work as her own, like claiming be to her own manager and claiming Flug's formula to be her own.

I wonder if all the other stuff on her Instagram she claimed that "she's done" was also a lie. For example:

Miss Heed Claiming That She Designed The Billboards Herself

Miss Heed Claiming That Her Shirt is Her Own Design

Miss Heed Claiming That She Retouched Her Skates Herself

Miss Heed Claiming She Designed Her Own Halloween Costume Herself

#villainous #villanos #villainous missheed #villainous miss heed #cecilia amanda kelly #villianous anana piña #dr flug #dr kenning flugslys #flug #villainous headcanons #villainous theories #villainous omega nuclear

[hidengifs]

~Tokusatsu × Valentines Day!

February is the month of Valentines Day, one of my favorite holidays! I made a small event to celebrate!

Details!

Event Period: February 10th to 14th

Event Tag: #tokuvalentines

Any medium of creation is allowed (GIFs, Drawings, Collage, Video, Writing, etc.) preferably not explicit.

Any Tokusatsu from any region is welcome! This is not limited to (Major) Japanese Tokusatsu series.

This event isn't limited to romance/romantic love. Any friendships, familial relationships, and such may be included!

Prompts!

Favorite Red/Pink Duo(s)*

Favorite Valentines Day/Love/Relationship Centered Episode(s)

Favorite Heart Themed Suit(s) (Hero or Villain)

Favorite Relationship(s)

Your Tokusatsu Valentine! (A character you like!)

Complete as many as you'd like/can!

*- for this prompt, the red and pink characters can be from the same series or each can come from different series.

I'm posting this early in case anyone wants to get a head start on their posts! If there are any questions please send them to the [ask box] and I will update this post accordingly.

Reblog so this event reaches more people! I hope to see your posts soon!

Divider Source

#tokusatsu #kamen rider #super sentai #power rangers #ultraman #dogengers #hidenevents

[slafkovskys]

Can you do “You can’t tell me that he doesn’t have a thing for you.” With Luca 🫶🏻 thank you Jess 🤍

warnings: creepy neighbor, protective luca

“luca, honey,” you call as the shirtless boy crosses the floor towards the front door. he pauses in front of the couch and turns to face you, still looking half asleep, “are you forgetting something? like, i don’t know, your shirt?”

he looks down and his shoulders slump before he tosses his head back, “this is why you shouldn’t make me do things before ten am.”

“do you want me to pull up the text messages from last night where you were asking me to go for brunch?” you raise your eyebrows and his silence is all the answer that you need. you point towards the laundry room, “there’s some of your clothes in there. hurry up, i’m hungry.”

“i can tell,” he chirps, sending you a smile at the annoyed expression that you send him as he passes. he plants a kiss on your head before disappearing into the laundry room. he comes back out a moment later with his top half covered in a sweatshirt that he had left at your apartment the last time he had stayed over and he props his hands on his hips, “does this match?”

it absolutely did not match his plaid pajama bottoms but as early as it was on a sunday morning, you doubt anyone would care. you certainly didn’t and you voice that to him as you nudge him towards the door. “you’re driving-”

“y/n!”

you freeze at the call of your name and so does luca. you turn your head to find sam staring right back at you, an almost relieved smile on his face as he stands in the doorway of his own apartment. he crosses his arms over his chest, “where are you going dressed like that?”

while he was dressed rather nicely for some reason, you and luca were still clad in the same clothes you had slept in the night before having come to the mutual agreement that a post-road-trip, picking your boyfriend up from yost at one am, breakfast date with plans to sleep all day afterward warranted such attire.

“oh, um-”

“to check the mail,” luca answers and if his face didn’t give away the fact that he was annoyed by your interaction, his clipped tone sure did. “do you need us to check yours too?”

sam avoids luca’s rhetorical question all together, keeping his focus on you, “who’s your friend?”

“boyfriend,” you and luca chime at the same time, sharing a knowing look and he bumps your shoulder with his gently. you knew that sam knew who he was that because he had asked on numerous occasions after seeing luca coming and going. you sigh, “we’ve got to get going. i’ll see you later, sam.”

“you bet,” you see him start to close the door as you turn around, but don’t actually hear it shut as you tangle your fingers with luca’s and head for the stairs. you can almost feel his eyes on you as you descend and it doesn’t help when luca chimes in,

“you can’t tell me that he doesn’t have a thing for you.”

“i know that he does, luca. thanks for pointing that one out,” you huff as you slide into the passenger seat of your car. instead of going around to the driver’s side, luca just stares and you send him a look, “please just get in and i’ll tell you about it.”

he listens, thankfully, starting the car so that it can warm up while you tell your tale.

“i helped people with their english papers last year before you got here,” you start, staring out the window, “like revising and offering advice so they can get a better grade, all of that stuff. sam came in a lot and he would only come to me. it started with small stuff, like little gifts and whatnot, and then on valentine’s day he asked me out on an actual date and i turned him down. he still would keep coming by even when i wasn’t there and then this semester he moves in beside me which i don’t know just how coincidental that can be.”

a beat of silence passes before luca speaks, “why didn’t you tell me before now?”

“because it’s not that big of a deal. he just- he took me saying no well. i don’t know, i didn’t want to bother you with it,” you start to pull on your sleeves and luca grabs your hand. “luc-”

“you saw the same thing that i did, y/n. he was watching you. your lease is up at the end of the semester?” you nod your head, chewing on the bottom of your lip subconsciously. he reaches up and gently pulls it out, “we’re finding you somewhere else to live or you’re moving into my dorm until then. i don’t like this at all.”

“it’s not that simple. you don’t know what it’s like to find something that’s affordable in a college town for one person,” you shake your head, “and i’m not living in a tiny dorm with you and adam.”

“what about just me, then?” he suggests and your heart skips a beat as you think about what he’s suggesting. “not a tiny dorm, but a place that’s ours? i mean, adam probably won’t be here next year anyway so that would save me having to find a backup roommate. you don’t have to give me an answer now, but just say that you’ll think about it.”

“i’m sorry, did you just indirectly refer to me as a backup roommate?” you shove at his shoulder and his cheeks flush. “are you sure that’s something you would want to do, luca? that’s a big decision.”

he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the top of it, “like i said, i don’t need an answer now. just tell me that you’ll think about it.”

you hum, “i’ll think about it if you put this car in drive and get me to brunch.”

“you sure know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?” he rolls his eyes as he buckled his seatbelt, finally putting the car into reverse.

“and you love me so much that you want to live with me.”

“you got me there.”

#luca fantilli #concepts

[putschki1969]

2024/02/10 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第6回目！〜みんなのバレンタインと美味しいチョコレート♡〜

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Talk Garden vol.6！〜Everyone's Valentine And Delicious Chocolate♡〜

Vol.6 of Wakana's Talk Garden has been uploaded! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ First of all, thank you so much for sending me so many Valentine's Day memories! ! 😂😂 I was wondering what would happen after I had made my blog post last time because it was so close to the deadline, surprisingly, it turned out to be the highest number of submissions ever! ! ! *laughs* There were so many people who sent a submission for the first time! ! 😭[I was one of them XD] I really felt everyone's love...😭✨It's almost as if I received Valentine's Day gifts a little early...😭💕I'm so grateful💕 As always, it was fun talking to you! ︎Sharing everyone's stories, tears, laughter, and warmth...♡ But!!When it comes to tragic stories, no one can beat me! ! 🤣 I don't think anyone reasonable would disagree with me on this, right? 😂😂 *laughs* (By the way, now that I think about it, it might have been 3rd grade instead of 1st grade *laughs*) Well, those are treasured memories...😌✨ [Note: She is talking about something "incredibly sad" that happened to her in elementary school. There was a boy she liked a lot so Wakana asked her mum to help her prepare some chocolate for him. After she gave him the chocolate he was quite apologetic and pretty much told her straight-up that he didn't like her. Needless to say, Wakana's little heart was broken into pieces.]

In the last blog post, I talked about a``mysterious chocolate that was so delicious but I couldn't remember its name,'' I did my best to search for it and... I actually discovered it! ! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+ I managed to order it from an official website that said they would ship it right away! ! Ta da~♡

The mysterious delicious chocolate shop is actually a Belgian chocolate specialty store called “Rêve De Bijoux”! Apparently it's a select shop that sells a variety of Belgian chocolates that are carefully selected every year･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+ It is not the same chocolate I used to eat, their selections seems to have evolved so the "chocolate of memories" no longer exists🤔I decided to choose a chocolate that had a similar shape to the one I had gotten in the past, I also chose a brand that I had purchased before😁

This is ZUUT's new product, "ZUUT Praline -2024 New Selection-"🍫 (I've bought some of their chocolate before) Way too beautiful...✨ It's almost a waste to eat them...✨(I will though)

And this is the chocolate of my memories, Rêve De Bijoux! ! (the box itself has not changed at all) The contents are all new though, I haven't had any of these before! This truffle seems to be very popular 😳💓 I am sharing my reaction on the podcast! ! So be sure to listen to it😆

And here is the decaffeinated coffee I drank with my chocolate ☕️ It's the instant coffee on the right. Although it is caffeine-free, it has a strong refined taste and is delicious 😳 (despite being instant) Personally, I like the fact that there is not a lot of acidity! What's even better is that it's organic and decaffeinated without the use of chemicals ♡

The drip coffee on the left is not decaffeinated but I really like it ☕️ It's called Cafe Verona from Starbucks. It has a very bitter taste that I occasionally crave😍

I had a lot of fun ordering chocolates and taking advantage the talk theme for the episode 😂 If you have any delicious sweets or foods you recommend, please let me know 😄 The next talk theme for March 10th will be “Graduation Memories”! ! Memories of your graduation ceremony from your school days, or when you graduated from ◯◯, etc, everything is welcome🤗 It shouldn't be that difficult! *laughs* I'm waiting for your submissions! ! !

Thank you to everyone who watched “Wakana 5th Anniversary “Prologue” ~Premium Online Live~” held on February 6th! ! ! 😭✨ You can still watch the archived video until the 13th (Tuesday), so I don't want to reveal too much! ! 😂 Let's just say, something quite shocking occured🤣 If you haven't seen it yet, please be sure to check it out! ! 😂😂

During this online event, I also announced my next live! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ “Wakana 5th Anniversary Live” Date: May 12, 2024 Venue: I'M A SHOW Yurakucho Marion Appearing artists: Wakana, Satoshi Takebe, etc.

I wanted to start this year's 5th Anniversary celebrations with all of my fan club members. But I also want to use this year to share my music with many more people, that's why we have decided to hold a proper band live for the first time in a long time😄!! ️ Everyone, please come to "I'M A SHOW" in Yurakucho on May 12th! ! ＼(^o^)／

Lastly , here's a picture of myself and Sakurada-san who joined me on the piano on February 6th♪

Well, that's it for today. Until next time~☆( *'▽'*)/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

Wakana’s Talk Garden #6

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Episode #6 »»—— CLICK ME 🎁 CLICK ME ——««

Vol 6 Topic “Memories of Valentine's Day”

OMG, I can't believe she actually read my message😳 I always stress way too much over what to write and I am generally super self-conscious when it comes to my Japanese skills so I never really leave any comments, let alone long messages. But Wakana's blog post from last time made me feel so bad for her that I couldn't help but submit at least something. Apparently, lots of other people felt the same way XD That makes it all the more surprising my message ended up being chosen. I had no idea it would be so embarrassing to hear her read my message🙈 Especially now that it turns out my guess about the mysterious chocolate was completely off. I speculated that she might have talked about a popular Austrian sweet called "Mozartkugel" but turns out she was talking about a special chocolate from Belgium (see images above). Oh well, the message was a great transition to her introducing the chocolate and doing a little taste test. And I am happy that she at least remembers receiving my packages of "Mozartkugeln" during various lives. Also, this is the third time she has mentioned "Sachertorte" in relation to Vienna so I guess she must be pretty obsessed with it. I need to find a way to bring one as present for her.

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on March 10th, the topic is “Memories of Graduation” The submission deadline is 02/29.

#kalafina #wakana #wakana blog #botanical land #fan club exclusive content #Wakana's Talk Garden

[tippenfunkaport]

Inspired by a recent poll, could you tell us a bit more about the software you use for writing and the advantages with it?

Thanks so much!

Can I keep this short is the question...

So, for anyone who didn’t see the post this is referring to, I mentioned on another post that the writing software I use is...

4TheWords for drafting (brainstorming, first draft, etc)

Scrivener for all subsequent stages (editing, formatting, etc)

ProWritingAid for a final look before I submit / post

Longer version (and, like, I could talk about this all day so feel free to ask follow ups but I will try to contain myself)

4TheWords is a fantasy RPG-ish writing game where the words you write defeat monsters, earn loot, complete quests, etc. I have been playing it for five years ish and the game-ification just works really well for my brain. Earning silly little prizes and moving the game plot along keeps me motivated to keep writing when otherwise I would be a useless slug so I do most of my early stage writing on there like drafting, brainstorming, journaling, etc. It is silly but I love it and it basically saved my writing life when I was in a huge slump so they have my undying devotion. The company is also the kind you feel very good about supporting and they are HUGELY queer friendly with a big yearly Pride event with many of the main in-game characters being queer and/or trans. (The closest the game has to main characters are a lesbian couple that just got married as part of the Valentine's Day event last month!)

It costs money but a) there is a 30 day free trial of you want to check it out and b) there is a community pool if you cannot afford the fee as well as frequent sales/deals. (If anyone wants to try it out, feel free to use my referral code when you sign up because then you’ll get some extra crystals and I can send you a welcome present of some loot! If the image link above is annoying, dm me and I will give you it via text for copy and paste.)

Scrivener is very robust writing software that I use for fiction, non-fiction and scriptwriting. I only rarely use it for first drafts (bc I use 4TW for that) but I do almost all my editing / rewriting / formatting / publishing in it. I have been using it for probably about a decade and am still finding new tools and features I didn’t realize it had. I absolutely swear by it. The learning curve can be steep but luckily it’s one of the most popular writing programs in the world so there are a TON of great tutorials out there. (My advice? Just watch a video of something like the top 5-10 features and then play around and look up stuff as you have questions instead of trying to do the whole long tutorial it comes with.)

Disclaimer that I only own the desktop version. There are mobile versions that are a separate purchase from the desktop version but I don't use them.

Biggest selling points of Scrivener to me are:

while many writing services have a monthly fee, Scrivener is purchased exactly once and you can use it for life on your laptop and desktop AND you can get 50% off that one time price with a NaNoWriMo winner code (this alone is enough to buy my loyalty for life)

it’s incredibly versatile for both plotting and publishing and works really for my writing process (which is, admittedly, chaotic and weird) and has near infinite customization. It's esp great for making story bibles, organizing research, and plotting out larger works with lots of cross references and chapters you need to rearrange

as a script writer, Scrivener only cost me a one time fee of $35 and includes all updates and bug fixes until the next major version (which happens like once a decade). FinalDraft is $250 and that only includes the current version (which changes about once a year) to do the same thing. That’s a no brainer to me.

ProWritingAid is editing software. Like Grammarly but MUCH more robust with a lot more reports you can run. It’s not replacement for a human editor (AI editing can only do so much) but I like it as a second pair of eyes before I post or submit something because it does catch a lot of the basics and makes me feel a little better about sending something out. There is a limited free version and the full version can be pricey if you pay the monthly fee but I bided my time until the lifetime subscription went on sale for 50% off and paid once and now I have it to use for life.

There. That was almost short, right?

#writing #writer #scrivener #4thewords #prowritingaid #writerscommunity #writblr #writbr #writers on tumblr #nanowrimo #asks #writing software

[queenharumiura]

Haru's 2024 Vday Delivery

((Hello! It's an annual tradition for this blog (cept for that one gap year shhhh) where I like to be festive for Valentine's Day! I write out drabbles of what kind of gift Haru would give your muse for the holiday. For those who write with her incarnation for the Primo gen verse, yes, Fiore can also be requested.

If you would like a gift from Haru, do the following:

Like this post

Reply to this post detailing out specific requests (ie your muse(s) if you are a mult, au, etc)

In Japanese fashion, gifts can be Giri, Tomo, or Honmei, so anyone is free to participate. It’s mostly a way to spread cheer and thanks. Haru will give gifts based on how she perceives closeness with your muse. You are very free to send in more than one request. Just decimate my fingers! (In case it’s a worry, female muses are 1000% welcome to request as well)

So with that, like/reply away! I look forward to writing stuff for people! There is NO cap, so you can absolutely try to send my fingers to an early grave. I enjoy the writing pains. Remember to specify verse/timeline if it's important!

-Neo))

#Haru 2024 Vday #QueueHM #Import desu #((I'm back on my Vday bullshit for the year! These take me a while so i'm starting a whole month early!)) #((IF you wish for me to submit earlier in case you'll want more time to craft a response let me know))

[foxys-fantasy-tales]

Hazbin Hotel OC - Silhouette

I think I summarized pretty well here, but her lore goes a bit deeper and I'm still at work on her. If anyone wants to know more they are free to send an ask and I will love them forever. I'm totally normal about all of Vivziepop's work, especially Hazbin Hotel, I promise lol. Besides the character sheet I also have a song for her, since Hazbin Hotel is a musical and all. I don't normally do songs, but this one came to me overnight one night early into season one of the show.

(I hope you can zoom or save and read it okay, if not and curious just tell me and I'll post a text version. The saved version on my computer works fine but tumblr can mess with images.)

This pretty and vicious lady has worked her way into my head and won't leave. Oh, and she owns her bodyguard's soul, but they are cool with it, no really. He traded his soul to her for help and offered his protection in return. I'm not sure yet if she has other deals with anyone, but she does have a basically adopted energetic murderer from this day and age who's a recent arrival and helps her with a zine and social media though she just wants to make print magazines. No one was looking at them anymore though. Those two are Welt and Rue respectively and they also have art because @fracturedfable is the best and art of Silhouette (mine) and Welt (my partner's) OCs was a Valentine's gift. Rue, the bunny, belongs to them. Welt, the cardinal, belong to my partner irl, @unmanagedmystic.

Thank you for checking out the awesome hell-fam of Silhouette's popular clothing business!

Since there is the excerpt of the song, I know they likely aren't in this fandom, but hope it's okay if I tag @jezifster and @wynters-writings. @abalonetea had also responded a while back being the one person who said hearing the song I wrote for my character may be cool so putting you here as well. <3

#hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #hazbin original character #silhouette #fox fandom frenzy

[noxsoulmate]

Ohh

Chef/Firefighter AU &

Driving home for Christmas sequel!

Hi my friend 🥰 sure thing!

Chef/Firefighter AU

Ah, yes, the fic I've had in my drafts forever now 😅 I think I've shared so many snippets of it by now, I'm not even sure what to share anymore that will be new... but here's what it's about: In this fic, Carlos is a chef who thinks he's too busy for a real relationship - which fits TK just fine because he's the normal season 1 TK we know and love. So the two idiots start a friends-with-benefits-thing, thinking neither of them will catch any feelings... silly boys 😂 the fic itself is set around the time of the wildfires in early season 2, I'm just putting them closer to Austin and making them last far, far longer. Which leads to the fact that the Austin firefighters are advised to drive back home to rest every other day... only that TK ends up at Carlos' place and this is the next morning...

They enjoy the first few sips of coffee in silence, shoulders brushing and feet knocking against each other, easily, like a little game of footsies.

“I’m really sorry for last night.”

Carlos frowns and looks over at TK, who’s staring into his mug now.

“What?”

“Showing up at your building like that… unannounced and for no other reason than crashing here, I’m really sorry.”

“TK, no. What are you talking about? Why would you be sorry?”

TK gazes up at him, looking a bit sheepish. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?! What– no. Would someone who’s mad make you this kind of breakfast?” he asks, pointing at the tray.

TK follows the direction and it’s as if his brain suddenly stops, at least Carlos is sure that’s what he’s seeing. He also imagines the guy starting to salivate and as if on command, his stomach rumbles. Laughing a little, Carlos puts his coffee aside and then pulls the tray into his lap. He doesn’t even have to tell TK to eat, the guy reaching for the first pancake before Carlos even lets go of the tray, quite literally stuffing it into his mouth.

“I swear, I will so start preparing lunch packets for you,” he murmurs, loud enough for TK to hear, then takes one of the waffles and adds Nutella and strawberries to it. “Care to tell me why you thought I would be mad?”

I swear, it took so long to answer this because I couldn't decide on which part to share 😅 I really have to make sure to finish this soon so I can start posting...

Driving Home for Christmas sequel!

Well, yeah, it's exactly what it says 😅 some lovely people asked if I would consider writing a sequel for Driving Home for Christmas and I might've started working on something... it's not much yet, I don't have more than a loose concept, but I'm somewhat hoping for a prompt list for Valentine's to maybe write this fic the same way the other happened... but yeah, I do hope it will be ready for Valentine's 🥰 and here's a snippet from the beginning (again under the cut for NSFW reasons)

“What’s going on? Did you forget something at my place?”

“No, but guess what I’m holding in my hand.”

“TK,” Carlos warns. “If you’re about to tell me it’s your dick and this is your idea of goading me into phone sex while I’m on my way to work…”

Chuckling, TK drops the invitation back on the stack of mail as he moves over to the fridge. “Then what?” he asks innocently as he gets out a bottle of mineral water. “What would you do about it, Officer?”

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m the worst? Hey, your mind went straight to my dick and phone sex,” TK laughs, putting the phone on speaker so he can unscrew the bottle. “I’m still sated from our round this morning – sorry if it wasn’t as satisfying for you.”

“Oh, it definitely was,” Carlos replies lewdly.

If anyone knows of any Valentine's prompt list, please send it my way 😉 or, you know... how about if you read this and if you want to, send me an ask called "Valentine's prompt" and then add a random (but fitting) word or two to it? We'll see, maybe I get inspired 😁

Join the WIP game 🥰

#tarlos #911 lone star #noxy writes #wip game #feel free to send me asks

[quinloki]

I actually am in the process of writing chapter one of The Better Mousetrap and I think my fingers forgot how typing works? The typos thus far are "chpater" & "britghter". I'm still in the early stages of the Chpater 1. >_< I am goig to have to edit so much I think.

Anywho, I'm really sorry about your shoulder. I have a nasty habit of wrenching my muscles in my neck, shoulders, and back all the time. I don't even have to do anything and they'll hurt just out of the blue. As often as I do it, I have no useful advice to bestow upon you. Well, that's not entirely true. I do know that Magnesium Glycinate and Potassium Citrate are good at relaxing muscles and a heating pad is also useful. I personally cannot use ice so I take the heating route.

As for distractions? I don't currently have any new Arlong things to inundate you with so I thought I'd ask YOU for some Arlong headcanons. Specifically, Arlong (and crew, pre-or-post-Cocoyashi Island) dealing with his female significant other on her period. How does the shark handle the hormonal shenaniganery that she has no control over?

(Mine is due a day before Valentine's, so that chocolate ain't lasting long)

I might be going for the obvious in this particular instance, but I feel like Arlong's biggest struggle when his S/O is on her period is that he can smell it.

It's almost maddening for him, the response it elicits from him. The desire to just tear into something, someone, anything - he can't get the scent of it out of his jaws.

It doesn't effect any other shark-styled fishmen as strongly because they don't know all her scents like he does.

the couple of days when it's the worst he's probably flinging himself into the ocean to get a break, and she is Absolutely NOT allowed in the ocean during those times.

I think, with time it gets easier and easier for him, but it's probably a long while before he's doing anything to soothe her directly. I bet he sends Hachan to her more than not. He's got the extra hands to be useful, and well, I mean, he's certainly not going to try anything with Arlong's girl. (not that anyone would, honestly, but still).

But all that is to say that I think it'd be a while before he even realized what she was going through while he was struggling not to eat her alive ^^;

#quin answers #thecrimsonacademic

[oreramar]

Florist Talk for Fiction

I'm pretty sure the whole Flower Shop AU thing's day has long since passed but heck it, I've been doing the actual Flower Shop thing in real life for a few years now and I've got a handful of thoughts to throw out into the void, just in case anyone out there is still into or writing for that particular trope or theme or what have you.

First, a minor disclaimer: my experience is at one particular mom & pop shop in a small town in the US. Some details may differ for larger florists in bigger cities or other countries, but if your writing is set in some vaguely defined little town in vaguely defined culturally-American-location, then there could be overlap enough for you. Research and tweak as needed otherwise.

Second, I'm probably going to break stuff up by topic or something and post it gradually, tagging it all as Florist Talk, because initially I started writing a rambling mass of bullet points then realized it was way too much, and there were way too many dumb little details to include on some of those points. So call it a series I suppose. Feel free to send Asks if you have a curiosity about anything in particular. I may or may not have knowledge for you.

Third, a few general points for writing your Florist Blorbo with convincing verisimilitude:

Day to Day and Week to Week, weekdays are busier than weekends, usually. I've seen small town florist schedules where Sundays are Closed and Saturdays are only open for a few hours, like nine to noon or something. I am jealous of these, for the shop I work for is also a gift shop and one of the husband-wife duo of owners believes very much that Closing Early = Losing Potential Sales, and so I must often languish in agonizing boredom for four to five hours on a Saturday afternoon in order to be present for the one (1) person who maybe possibly walks in at 4:40 pm to look around or something.

Summers are the Slowest Season, the Saturday Afternoons of the Florist Year.

A flower shop lives or dies on the strength of its Valentine's Day and Mother's Day sales, basically. Oh, there's other holiday things, and day to day stuff, but nothing that can be counted on like those Big Ones.

Speaking of day to day, morbid though it may be, Funeral flowers tend to be the biggest contributors to flower shop sustainability outside of the holidays.

No seriously your FloraBlorb will know the Funeral Directors in town by name. Use these positions to convincingly place and namedrop minor characters. It's so easy.

Your FloraBlorb may have a Dedicated Delivery Driver (a secondary character perhaps?) OR they may have to do deliveries themselves. If they don't have a second person to run the shop while they do this then they'll have to close the shop and take calls on a cell phone as they come. Use this as needed for character or plot stuff I suppose.

Florist Flowers are Expensive compared to grocery store flowers, but this doesn't mean that the Florists themselves are making that much money. Flowers tend to be very perishable and there's a lot of overhead in transporting and storing them and stuff. Wallyworld might be making a technical loss, maybe just breaking even with their racks of cheap bouquets in the produce section, but they aren't hurt by that because they make so much more money selling everything else as well. A Flower Shop doesn't have that going for them, so they gotta charge more.

Maybe this is why I so often see Flower Shops paired with something else out there. Flower and Gift Shops. Flower Shops that sell Homemade Fudge on the side. Flower Shops and Boutiques. Flower Shops and Bakeries. Basically, feel free to write this AU and wedge the obvious interests of two Blorbos together into one store. As long as you can find a way to convince us all that their Flower Shop / Cabinetry business can thrive in the same space then why the heck not.

#florist talk #flower shops #fic advice I guess #or whatever you want to do #tag blorbos all you want #this is for your imagination to play in

[autumntouched]

Day 15 of Ode to Phoenix Pt. 2

What? Two Ode to Phoenix posts in one day? Yes indeed. Bringing this Valentine's Day fic over from AO3. In honor of Phoenix's disdain for Valentine's Day, I am posting it the day after...

Summary: It’s irrational that Natasha hates the entire month of February, but for two weeks, the bombardment of saccharine promotional emails, constant red and pink hearts and roses, and the chocolates is enough to make her want to scream or puke or both. She’d even broken up with a guy for daring to send her a bouquet on the day. Well, there were other reasons, but a gag worthy card and flowers for a stupid made up holiday for a fake, hollow, unoriginal performative symbol of love seemed like a good enough reason to end things.

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: PG-13 implied sex (f/m/m)

A/N: AO3 Unk365's prompt: Phoenix hates valentine's Day. She doesn't do sappy shit.

Love in the Small Things

It’s irrational that Natasha hates the entire month of February, but for two weeks, the bombardment of saccharine promotional emails, constant red and pink hearts and roses, and the chocolates is enough to make her want to scream or puke or both. She’d even broken up with a guy for daring to send her a bouquet on the day. Well, there were other reasons, but a gag worthy card and flowers for a stupid made up holiday for a fake, hollow, unoriginal performative symbol of love seemed like a good enough reason to end things.

Her disdain for Valentine’s Day makes her popular among her squad and the recipient of more gifts of alcohol than she can responsibly consume this side of thirty. She always signs up for the flight duties that day, takes any shift trades, so the guys can get home to the partners who would break up with them if they didn’t make a big deal about a bullshit holiday that turns hospitals into a November hellscape of people dropping babies left and right.  

So she doesn’t even think about what it means for her to put her name down for February 14th, until she comes into the office one morning in late January to find Bob staring forlornly at the board. 

“I forgot you hate Valentine’s Day,” he says sadly when she stops beside him, cheap coffee with powdered creamer in hand.

Natasha braces herself for the questions and comments about what made her so bitter and disdainful about love. Who hurt her like that? But she’s too pretty to hate Valentine’s Day. 

But this is Bob, who never questions any of the things most people find unfathomable about her. She doesn’t want to hold your baby? He will. She shudders at pickles? He swoops them off the plate before she notices they’re there or swaps their meals if the waiter made a mistake. She knows every line of Miss Congeniality and The Lion King by heart? He only talks through the parts she doesn’t mind. She has to see a Marvel movie on its Thursday night premiere so the internet doesn’t spoil it? He wakes up early the day tickets are released to get them seats. Well, she’s not all that alone on that one. 

She’d put their names up as soon as the schedule opened in January. Not that it’s predictable. If anything comes up, the Navy gives as much of a fuck about Valentine’s Day plans as she does. This is why Natasha loves her job. 

“I didn’t think you had plans?” Not that she’d explicitly asked but she and Bob practically share a calendar at this point and she’s pretty sure that day was open. A blush creeps up Bob’s neck and he gulps. Natasha sets her coffee down on the filing cabinets to put her hands on her hips.

“Unless these ones are recent?” she probes. “Or secret .”

“I’ve never had a reason to do anything before,” he says quietly. “It’s okay though. I’ll figure something out.” He hitches on a smile to reassure her and scurries to his desk. She’ll get more out of him later when they don’t have to worry about anyone in the squad overhearing. 

While Bob’s old squad hadn’t even bothered to come up with a call sign for him—something that still makes her angry when she thinks about it too long—Natasha’s popularity in the Black Aces immediately rubbed off on him. Unfortunately, though, that means they want to know about who he’s dating as badly as they want to know how a guy who doesn’t root for a football team has been dominating their fantasy football league. 

Natasha feels like shit. Last she’d badgered him just yesterday, Bob had been evasive and noncommittal about where things were with Fanboy. While she avoids dating because it is always only a matter of time before she gets bored or annoyed and finds a reason to blow things up, Bob’s relationship slate’s emptiness isn’t all his doing. In high school, no one wanted to date the kid people either bullied or couldn’t remember existed. He’d hidden away in art rooms sketching, painting, and sculpting the incredible art pieces that decorate his parents’ and sisters’ houses. She’d even commissioned a piece to give to her mom for her birthday. 

He’s gained a little more confidence since then but spending most of his life ignored or forgotten means he doesn’t notice people noticing him unless the Dagger squad takes it upon themselves to intervene. She, Hangman, Rooster, and Payback have spent hours on chaotic FaceTime calls figuring out what Bob’s feelings are and how to keep Fanboy’s hopes up. Most of the chaos comes from Hangman who googles every question that comes up and reads aloud the articles or subreddits he finds. Some are helpful, most are absurd. 

Natasha grabs her coffee and ducks out of the building to consult one of her co-conspirators. Shut in her car, she calls Payback.

“What up?” he answers.

“Are you alone?” It’s their code to let one another know that they want to discuss Mission FanBob SquarePants, as Hangman dubbed it. Another chaotic call of him solely contributing portmanteaus. 

“For like maybe ten minutes. Shoot.”

“Bob mentioned having a reason to celebrate Valentine’s Day,” she blurts. “Do you know anything about that?”

“Uhhhh…ohhhhhh! Oh shiiiiiit.” Payback cracks up on the other end. 

“Want to let me in on it? Because right now I have us slated to work.”

“Yo, Phoenix. You better fix that. Fanboy hasn’t said anything, but we did just get approved for leave that weekend. His request.”

This is huge! And Payback’s right. She has almost just fucked it up.

“Did he give any specifics?” she presses.

“Nah, but I assume if Bob wasn’t planning leave but has plans, Fanboy’s going there.”

“I hate Valentine’s Day,” she grumbles, banging her head against the headrest. “It makes everyone stupid and shallow and sappy.”

“You’re a guy’s dream, Phoenix. But for real, we’ve been trying to make this happen for over a year so you need to get your shit together.”

Payback’s right. This is about Bob. “Fine. Don’t say anything to Fanboy for now. I think I can get us out of it.” 

“Copy that. Gotta go. Bye.” He hangs up. 

Natasha frowns at her windshield, absently tapping her phone as she mentally puts together a list of people willing to trade with her. It’s short. Pagemaster and Sherlock. She’ll start with Sherlock. 

Sherlock’s new to the squad and, as far as she knows, single. At least he hadn’t mentioned dating anyone in the first ten minutes of their conversation, which most guys find a way to do if they’re attached. Neither Hangman nor Rooster believes that rule so she wonders if it’s just a thing guys do with women or if they don’t remember to notice. 

Natasha texts him about getting lunch before she goes back in. Sherlock responds almost immediately with a “yes.” She doesn’t envy being the newest arrival.  

Bob is waiting for her when she gets back to her desk. “Where’d you go?” 

“Period,” she lies easily. He winces sympathetically. It’s nice flying with someone who grew up around girls. 

“They just called a meeting in Building 64. Want to head over together?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”  She waits until they’re outside, among the distant bustle of airplane maintenance and refueling, to return to their earlier conversation. “You didn’t answer my question about these plans. Are they new or a secret?”

He dips his chin and slips his hands in his pockets. “I don’t want to jinx anything,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well this guy has another thing coming if he thinks he can fuck with your heart like that.” She deliberately bumps his arm as they pass through the row of hangars. 

“He’s well aware I have a bunch of knights in shining armor ready to deliver his head on a platter if I ask,” Bob jokes. But he’s admitting that whatever is going on has some kind of foundation. That’s something new. 

“Okay, Solome.”

“What?”

“Sunday school joke. She asked for John the Baptist’s head.” 

Bob nods thoughtfully but she can tell he’s only half listening. His mouth is turned down in a frown and he’s hunching in on himself. Natasha moves in closer. Not that anyone is likely to overhear them, but she knows he wants to keep things as quiet as possible. He’s never dealt with dating and she can see that even her gentle teasing overwhelms him sometimes. 

“Look, I’m happy for you if things work out with Fanboy. But I’m your back seater on this one and I go wherever you go, okay?”

“Well,” he grimaces, “that’s kind of the problem. I don’t really know what I’m doing here. What if I mess it up?”

“Then I’m still your person because I possibly have more experience with that than getting it right,” she reassures him. “So I can say this with confidence. You’ve probably got a good thing when the other person makes it extremely hard for you to completely mess up. Might not always work, but it’s a good thing.”

Relief washes over him, and some of the lightness returns to his stride. Bob glances over at her, and she gets her own sense of relief from his adorably shy, crooked smile. “I can never tell if your relationship advice is terrible or too honest.”

Natasha tilts her head. “Me neither but I’m glad you have a healthy sense of skepticism. It’s probably for your own good.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he chuckles, and she gets the urge to pull him into a hug. Sometimes when she looks over at him, she’s surprised to realize they’ve known one another for a few months shy of a year and a half instead of their whole lives. 

She has her own group chat with his sisters, shows him pictures of his nephews and nieces that he hasn’t seen yet, and knows his cousins on both sides. She is his plus one to every wedding they can make, the one he waltzes onto the floor during the couples dance or sneaks out with to drink from a flask in the car at the dry or cash bar receptions. He was the first person she told when she got the news that her grandmother died three days before she was supposed to fly home to say goodbye. Bob was holding her less than ten minutes after she sent the message. He’d forgotten to switch his shoes at the bowling alley. When they went on vacation together and she didn’t listen about trying street food, he’d sat outside the bathroom door with gatorade while she made horrific noises emptying out her stomach and intestines in both directions. 

That’s just not the kind of love you can sum up in a pink-drenched Hallmark holiday. But fuck, she better get them off the schedule. 

Sherlock is waiting for her at a table in the NEX food court. He waves as if she could miss him. The pilot looks like a freaking model with smooth brown skin, long-lashed almond shaped gold eyes, and high, sharp cheekbones. She’s watched men straight as rulers lose their stride on the treadmill when he walks into the gym. 

He gives her a nervous, dazzling white smile. That and his reserved kindness are the only hints that he didn’t walk the halls of high school as a god among mortals. “Appreciate the invite, Phoenix.” 

“Well, I have a favor to ask so maybe wait until you hear it before you thank me,” she laughs. “Lunch is on me. Pick a place yet?” 

“You good with Five Guys?” 

“Sure.” 

As they wind their way through the cramped rows of tables, he tells her, “You know, it’s funny. When I was a kid the best you could hope for in these in the states was a Sbarro or a Subway until Quiznos came along. Oh, and Baskin Robbins.” 

“You were a military kid?” she realizes. 

“My dad was in the CEC.” 

They join the Five Guys line. It’s on the earlier side so they’ve beat the rush. Otherwise, they would be waiting at least half an hour for their food. “So your dad is an engineer but you ended up a pilot?” 

His face lights up, and she starts to wonder if she made a mistake thinking he’s single. “When I was four, my best friend’s mom was a pilot. She used to take us up for her hours. Then one of the parents at our kindergarten invited–well, he was Colonel Bolden then, now he’s the former head of NASA–to speak to our class. Pretty much replaced all my Legos with planes after that and here I am.” 

“Tell me they’re paying you to make recruitment videos with a story like that.” She’s only half joking. It’s better than the dramatic video game type ads they’ve been running. 

“I’ve heard the Navy only gives out one paycheck and assumes that covers everything. But I’m all ears if you’ve got the scoop.”

“I’ll let you know when I hear,” Natasha agrees with a smile. “So, how was the PCS?” 

“Just got back from sea duty so most of my stuff was waiting in storage.” That sounds promising. No use of “our” or “we.” They place their orders then snag a table within calling distance. 

“So what’s this favor?” he wants to know, folding his hands and resting his elbows on the table. “I don’t remember that in your text.” 

“Not exactly living up to your call sign there.” 

He hangs his head. “I’m going to tell you a secret and if I hear it from anyone else, I’ll know who told our squad.” Sherlock looks up at her, waiting for her agreement.  

Curious, Natasha nods. 

Sherlock takes in a dramatic breath. “I made the mistake of stating something very obvious during a training exercise. Our instructor responded with ‘no shit, Sherlock’ over comms and that was it. I was ‘Sherlock.’ But usually I just say it’s because of how much I like the RDJ Sherlock movies.” 

She’s glad their names are called then and he gets up to grab their food so he doesn’t have to see her laugh in his face. Making a mistake in the early days of training is one of most pilots’ worst fears for that very reason–it will stick with them for the rest of their career. At least he escaped being named for his mistake. 

He grins sheepishly when he gets back, well aware she had a laugh at his expense. Parsing her fries from her burger, she lays out the favor without going into detail about why she needs it. “I know it’s a little late to ask…” she trails off. 

Sherlock chews over his grilled cheese and her offer. “What’s in it for me?” 

Natasha was expecting this. “Do you drink? I have a cabinet of expensive liquors you can choose from.” 

“And if I don’t? Drink.” 

She flashes him a smile. “That’s my offer until I know whether it’s one you’re willing to accept.” 

His eyes widen slightly, and he takes another bite of his sandwich. She didn’t grow up with a brother who became a lawyer with a corner office in San Francisco to not protect her interests in a negotiation. 

“And if I say no?” he tests. 

Natasha pretends to think through her options while she selects a fry and douses it in ketchup. “I’d probably ask why to see if it’s because you can’t or won’t.” 

“The guys warned me not to underestimate you.” 

“I think they meant in the air.” 

Sherlock’s mouth quirks. “They didn’t qualify. For a bottle of alcohol, I’ll think about it.”

Crap. She wants an answer before they head back to work. “So you do drink. Also I didn’t say how many. And I have some pretty expensive stuff.” 

“I heard you love working Valentine’s Day. Why the sudden change of plans this year?” 

“A friend asked me to help them out with some special plans, and they’re someone who doesn’t ask for a lot but is always there for me. So I want to try to be there for them.” For the most part, true. Bob doesn’t ask for a lot. Even when she’s his plus one, he insists on paying for everything no matter how much she protests. 

“Can I let you know by the end of today? I have some stuff I have to see if I can move around first.”

Inside, she lets out a little breath of relief. Not a yes, but close enough. “Definitely,” she agrees. “Thank you.” 

“Maybe wait until I’ve given you an answer before you thank me.” 

Natasha smiles at his call back. “I really appreciate you even considering it.” 

Sherlock doesn’t wait until the end of the day. He stops by her desk at three o’clock. “Four bottles, any pick and I’m in.” 

She tries not to grin too hard or fast. “Deal. Thanks!” 

“You got it, Phoenix.” He knocks his knuckles on her desk and goes back to his spot. Maybe one of those bottles she’s giving him will lead to some answers she wants about his dating life or—even better—his singledom. 

When he’s sure Sherlock is out of hearing distance, Bob swivels around and leans low over the arm of his chair. “What was that about?” he whispers. 

“I’ll tell you later,” she promises, excited to see the look on his face when she gives him the news. Catching herself having any anticipation about Valentine’s Day whatsoever, she wipes the smile off her face. The things she’s willing to do for her sweet back seater. 

Natasha’s barely through the door that night when Jake looks up from the couch. Sports Center is on, covering the lead up to the Super Bowl. “What’s this I hear? The woman whose heart is two sizes too small turning into an adorable little Valentine’s Day cupid?” 

“You’ve got your holidays mixed up, dickhead,” she retorts, kicking off her shoes and hanging up her keys and purse. “But yes, I saved Mission FanBob SquarePants and got Valentine’s Day off. As long as the Navy doesn’t fuck it up.” She glares at him. “And don’t you dare make any plans now or come up with any stupid surprises because I have a free evening.” 

“I checked. All the good restaurants are already all out of reservations anyway, my gorgeous little grinch.” She knows he’s teasing, but she’s still not happy about it. 

Jake sighs and pushes himself off the couch as she heads into the kitchen to sort out dinner. Natasha jerks the refrigerator open before she registers the smell of roasting brussels sprouts then notices the container of couscous on the counter and pot of water. 

“I was waiting until you got home to put the salmon on the grill in case you got caught up at work,” he says from the doorway. “Also picked up your favorite sauvignon blanc because I know what even thinking about that atrocious day of love does to you. I’m sorry you have to suffer the indignity of a free evening alone with me to very much not do anything romantic, unless it’s sex because…” Natasha strides over and shuts him up with a kiss on the mouth. Jake wraps his arms around her and squeezes her close. 

When she pulls back, he smooths her hair behind her ear and gives her that little smirk he keeps just for her. “Please tell me sex isn’t off the table on February 14th because everyone else is doing it.” 

“As long as it doesn’t include roses, rose petals, chocolate, anything heart shaped or pink…” she ticks off.

He laughs and kisses her forehead. “You can text me your very specific list of don’ts, Birdy, and I promise to follow every one of them.” Jake slaps her ass. “But right now let me serve you hand and foot and finish making your dinner while you recover from spreading love on the couch.” 

“I hate you,” Natasha grumbles when he releases her.

“I’ll pour you a glass of wine and hopefully you change your mind.” 

Natasha heads to their room to change out of her uniform. By the time she gets to the living room in leggings and one of Jake’s former Longhorns sweatshirts that became hers when it shrunk in the wash (he may have once let slip how much he likes the way the horns curve over her chest), he has the promised glass of wine waiting for her on the coffee table and she can smell the salmon grilling on the balcony. 

Neither of them was particularly keen to find themselves in a relationship and had insisted it was just a hookup for months until one day Jake went to get his favorite pair of sneakers from his closet and realized all the things he preferred were at her place. In the early fall, he made O-4 and now he’s waiting to hear from NPS to get his masters in Monterey. But Natasha can’t really worry about that bridge until she gets to it. And who knows, this could all be over by then. For now, she cradles her glass of wine while she admires his backside through the glass.  

He notices her posting when he slides the door open to bring the salmon in. “I’d have put on a little show if I knew you were there.” 

“You can save it for later, Bagman,” she shakes her head. “Right now, I’m hungry.” 

Jake salutes her and hurries back to the kitchen. She watches him go and lets her smile fall. His parents had invited her to spend New Year’s with them in Texas. He’d insisted that they just wanted to meet his friends, that there was no pressure to go as his girlfriend. That had led to a fight because what parents invited the person in the background of all their son’s FaceTimes to their home thinking they were just friends? But she agreed to go because she could tell it was something he really wanted. 

Sure enough, his mother started showing her all of his and his sister’s baby clothes that she’d saved for his children to have. By the time Beth Seresin pulled out his well-loved bear and a quilt his grandmother made for him, Natasha was having a full blown panic attack in the Seresin attic. She had ribbons and medals for the missions she flew in Iraq and Afghanistan, and the uranium enrichment plant mission last year, but just the hint of carrying a child nearly made her pass out. 

Jake came home to find her curled up in his bed with the family’s Rhodesian Ridgeback, Lilah, after a frantic, tearful call to Rooster and stormed off. She wishes she could forget the awful dinner that night where Jake and his dad, Gerry, barely said two words to one another while Beth kept up a constant, overly cheerful chatter at everyone that couldn’t hide how red and swollen her eyes were from crying. Natasha prayed the whole meal for the floor to open up and swallow her. 

She lets the wine ease the sharp jab of that memory. Jake has been on his best behavior since then, tripping over himself to keep her from even a thought of irritation, careful not to push too far with his teasing. No, he wouldn’t dare spring a Valentine’s Day surprise on her because he knows that might be the end of whatever this is. 

Jake’s cooking goes a long way toward putting her in a better mood and by the time they’re getting ready for bed, her heart’s grown three sizes and she’s all too happy to let him show her some very convincing suggestions for her list of do’s for her evening off. 

Natasha wakes to Jake’s voice in the darkness. “It’s three in the morning here, Fanboy. She’s asleep.” He shifts away from her and lowers his voice. “I guarantee this can wait a few hours, but I’ll tell her you called. Yeah, I know. It’s important. Yeah. Fine. Bye.”

“What does he want?” she groans. 

She feels Jake jump slightly. He turns and hands over her phone. “I don’t know. Something about Bob. I thought your phone was on sleep mode, Birdy.”  

Natasha returns it to its charging pad on her nightstand and curls back into her pillow. “He’s in my favorites,” she yawns. 

“Mmm,” he hums, settling around her again. “Take him off tomorrow.” 

“Mhmm,” she agrees, but she’s forgotten even before she falls back to sleep.

It turns out Fanboy wants her suggestions for what to do with Bob for Valentine’s Day and suddenly she remembers her promise to Jake to remove him from her favorites. It feels like she’s been duped and trapped into playing cupid. For Bob, she grits her teeth and reminds herself before promising to send Fanboy a list of things to do within a reasonable driving distance. 

Natasha looks forward to the Super Bowl providing at least some distraction from the Valentine’s Day fury, but nearly every woman who talks to her at Commander Lazarescu’s Super Bowl party wants to know about her plans. She’s glad that, for the most part, not many people outside of her squadron know that her relationship with Jake is official, if they know about it at all. Bob gets a few prompts but nowhere near what she endures. Natasha starts to avoid everyone with a stone on their left ring finger and eventually stays tucked in between Jake and Bob who gamely go to get her food and drinks so she can avoid the questions and, weirdly, concern. 

“Should I get him something?” Bob worries during one of their flights. Natasha’s glad he can’t see her scowl. “My sisters sent me some ideas but they don’t seem right.” 

“What about one of your drawings?” she offers. “That feels more personal. And there’s always a bottle of Veuve Clicquot to take the edge off your nerves.” 

“You’re better at this than you give yourself credit for, Phoenix,” he tells her. 

She just grunts. One week left until everyone regains their sanity. 

If Jake feels any type of way about doing nothing to celebrate their first Valentine’s Day together–Natasha mentally cringes at even having that thought–he doesn’t let on. Or maybe he does because he spends extra time cleaning the apartment and goes to the commissary so she doesn’t have to walk through the red and pink crepe draped aisles. When she pulls out her basket in the bathroom, she finds he’s even restocked her supply of tampons. There’s a folded sticky note on top. She opens it up and sees his scrawl:

Since you hate the color red so much thought you might need more of these . xoxo your dickhead 

She touches his hugs and kisses. There have been times that he’s half jokingly told her that he loves her. When they’re several shots deep into their own raging dance party with a disco ball light Natasha still has from a classmate’s Bat Mitzvah. When her fantasy football team outranked his or when she surprised him with trips to San Francisco to see any Texas team play the Warriors. 

Those three words she has yet to say in any meaningful way seem to make their way into all the things he does for her and puts up with from her. Natasha slams the basket away. God, she hates Valentine’s Day. 

Another wonderful thing she loves about her job. When she walks into the office on February 14th, the only sign of Valentine’s Day is a sign taped onto the door instead of a rush of flower deliveries throughout the day that her sister tells her happens at her job. “Did you wish them Happy Valentine’s Day before you left home?” 

She laughs to herself and wonders who learned the hard way. Natasha leaves the reusable bag filled with her payment to Sherlock on his desk. He gives her a thumbs up when he finds it. Bob gets quieter and quieter throughout the day, and by four, he’s given up on work and sits flipping his pen through his fingers.

“I can’t concentrate with you worrying so loud over there,” Natasha complains, looking up from the latest manual update. 

Bob goes ramrod straight. “Sorry about that.” 

She sighs and closes her reading. “Half the guys in here are still scrambling to find a florist to order flowers from. No one’s doing any work anyway. Want to go for a walk?” 

He calms down slightly after they stroll around the planes. They’re only back at their desks for another fifteen minutes before Commander Lazarescu pops his head out of his office. 

“For those of you who don’t need to stick around, why don’t you head on home and stop distracting the people trying to work?”

Usually, Natasha watches as almost everyone snatches up their briefcases or backpacks and sprints out before the commander can change his mind. It’s not until Bob puts a hand on her chair that she realizes she’s still sitting. “That’s us,” he says gently, as if he’s worried that she’ll startle. 

With a heavy sense of dread in her stomach, Natasha shoulders her backpack. She gives a small wave to Sherlock who lifts his hand in acknowledgment. 

“I’m headed home to freshen up before meeting up with Fanboy,” Bob tells her in the parking lot. “Text you later?” 

Natasha gives him a playful shove. “You better! It’s not like I’m doing anything.” 

His eyebrows shoot up, and he hacks a laugh. “According to you or according to Hangman?” 

She flips him off then throws her arms around him. “Tell Fanboy hey for me.” 

Bob’s face is scarlet when she lets go. “Yeah, will do.” He swallows and flexes his shaking hands in and out of fists. 

“Hey!” she tells him. “It’s a Valentine’s Day date, not a haunted house.” 

He lets out a slow breath but finds it in him to smile. “Says the woman who’s been acting like she got sentenced to the gallows for the last two weeks.”

“I’m making an exception for you.” Becoming more serious, she squeezes his forearm reassuringly. “It’s Fanboy. I’m pretty sure he’s just going to be really glad to see you.” 

“Thanks.” He rubs the side of his nose awkwardly. “And, I didn’t think I’d ever say this but–try not to give Hangman too hard of a time? He’s really trying.” 

Bob says it nicely, but she still feels chastised because he’s right. “I’ll let him know to thank you for my good behavior.” 

And as much as she hates with a capital ‘H’ Valentine’s Day, Natasha can’t resist calling after him to take pictures of his date. 

The apartment feels extra empty when she gets home. It will probably be at least an hour or two before Jake gets off from work. That should be enough time to run to the commissary to get the specific ingredients she needs for the King Ranch chicken casserole recipe Beth gave her and have it in the oven.

But Natasha is halfway across the living room when the bedroom door opens. So much for her surprise. “I thought you were–.” She freezes, trying to make sense of what she’s seeing. 

Because it’s not Jake who’s walking toward her in jeans and a snugly fitted, long sleeve gray shirt she picked out for him to wear instead of his hideous print shirts. 

“Bradley?”

“Yeah,” he says, lips quirked beneath his mustache. “Thought I’d surprise you.” 

And then she shrieks and launches herself at him. Rooster scoops her up easily and clutches her as they kiss, the months they’ve been apart slowly receding as she’s reminded of the taste of his mouth, the thickness of his arms, and of course, the soft tickle of his mustache. He’s trying to kiss her, hold her, and wipe her tears all at once. 

“I missed you so much,” she sobs, burying her face in his neck and gripping the back of his shirt. 

“Well, I guess we know who she loves more now,” Jake laughs as he joins them. He kisses her forehead and rubs her back as Rooster rocks her. She didn’t realize how much of her heart had been missing when Bradshaw wasn’t with them. 

“For someone who hates Valentine’s Day as much as you,” Jake starts. 

“Shut up, Jake,” she and Bradley say in unison. 

“I’m assuming you were going to change out of this?” Rooster asks, plucking her bra strap through her khaki shirt. 

She closes her eyes and soaks in the rumble of his voice in his chest. “Just hold me,” Natasha hums, hugging him even tighter. 

“Come on.” He turns around and carries her back to the bedroom. She remembers something and lifts her head, leaving her chin to rest on his shoulder. 

Jake follows them, and she meets his eyes so he knows how much this means to her. “This goes on my list of dos.”  

He beams with such relief and elation that her heart thumps so hard it feels like a kick in her chest. When they fall into bed, she makes sure to pull Jake in first while Bradley unbuttons her shirt. She massages his scalp, just above the nape of his neck, the way she knows he likes. His eyes are heavy-lidded watching her shirt fall open to reveal the dark green bra she wore knowing it’s his favorite.  

“I might not tell you enough how good you are to me,” she says barely above a whisper so it’s only for him. His gaze jumps back to her face. “But I want you to know that I see it. I know it. Every single day. Not just today.” 

Shyly, she kisses the corner of his mouth. It’s the closest she’s come to telling him that she loves him. Jake cups her face, stroking his thumb over her cheek. He stares at her intently, unwaveringly focused as he is whenever she finally gets around to opening up to him. “Don’t worry, Birdy. I get you.”  

And for a brief flash, she’s terrified of a future without these two to hold onto. Instinctively, she reaches up to grab his hand and wrist. Maybe Jake sees it or feels it too because he kisses her like he’s afraid of what will happen if he lets go. 

Natasha realizes Bradley has stilled, fingers hooked into the button above her belt while he watches them. He gives them a goofy smile when they notice him. “My two commitment phobes are so cute together.” 

She threatens to kick him in the head. 

Later, Jake disappears to the kitchen while Natasha stays curled up against Bradley with the blankets pulled haphazardly over them. He winds his legs around and through hers and from time to time drops light kisses along her bare shoulder and neck. 

“I’ve missed holding you, Sash,” he tells her. 

“Me too. How long are you here?” 

“Til Sunday. The CO needed someone to go to Washington with him, and I volunteered. Maybe do something with that Poli Sci major I spent four years on.” 

She rubs the arms wrapped tightly around her middle and tries not to think about how short that is. He’s here now and it’s more time than she was expecting just a few hours ago.

Jake returns with a bowl of grapes, complaining that Rooster is too messy of an eater to be trusted with anything else. She ducks while they tussle over the bowl before Bradley settles the fight by pulling Jake in for a kiss. These fools are making this stupid holiday bearable. 

Natasha wakes up to an empty bed and growling stomach the next morning. Beneath the mouthwatering aroma of French toast and bacon, their room is musky with the smell of sex. She takes a quick shower and opts for one of Jake’s sweatshirts. 

Her guys are in the kitchen, apparently cooking up a storm. Bradley’s whisking what looks like two cartons worth of eggs while Jake carves an entire cantaloupe for a platter already lined with strawberries. There’s a half cut loaf of challah for the French toast and what looks like waffle or pancake mix. 

“Did I miss something?” she asks.

Jake looks up and grins. “We have about thirty minutes to enjoy the fact you’re not wearing underwear before it gets awkward.”

“Bob and Fanboy are coming over for breakfast,” Bradley clarifies.

“Oh!” She should have guessed. “Can I help?” 

Bradley glances at Jake. “Not in that. He’s already distracted. We’ve got this while you get dressed.” 

Natasha giggles at Jake’s scowl but heeds Bradley’s request. She dries her hair and returns in jeans and a crew neck sweater just as the doorbell rings. 

“I got it!” she calls. 

“Phoenix!” Fanboy raises the bottles of champagne he’s holding in each hand when she opens the door. She immediately looks to his neck for any lovebites, but there’s no hint there of last night went for him and Bob who cradles two more bottles of champagne. “So were you surprised?” Fanboy asks, giving her a one armed hug on his way in. 

“Bob told me you were coming,” she laughs. “Many times.” Bob goes bright red and narrows his eyes at her. “But it’s good to see you.

Fanboy bumps her arm with his elbow. “No, I meant about Rooster.” 

“Ohhh. I–.” 

But Rooster and Jake pop out of the kitchen then and there’s a commotion while they all say hello and Fanboy presents them with the bottles of champagne. Fanboy knew Rooster was coming? 

“Let me get those so you can make yourself at home,” Jake offers, collecting the alcohol from Fanboy and Bob. He ushers everyone toward the living room while Rooster and Fanboy clap one another on the shoulder. 

Bob lingers by her in the entryway. “Did you know Rooster was coming?” she checks. 

He rubs the sides of his thighs, which means he’s thinking of a way to tell the truth without lying. “I might have heard something. But I guess I, uh, was a little distracted.” 

The doorbell rings again. “Can you get that, Birdy?” Hangman calls. 

“I should help with the mimosas.” Bob hurries after everyone else 

Becoming increasingly suspicious, Natasha opens the door and she’s less surprised than she should be to see Payback on her doorstep. 

“Are you serious?” she demands. 

“Hey, Phoenix.” He hugs her then steps inside and Natasha’s mouth falls open. 

“Holy shit motherfucker!” The din behind her goes quiet. 

Mel, Payback’s very much pregnant fiancée, looks torn between being annoyed and amused. “I guess we should have given you a heads up,” she says heavily, tucking her long locs behind her ear. Even pregnant, she’s effortlessly beautiful and stylish in bold purple lipstick, an oversized marigold cardigan, and a flowing cream dress that bring out the rich darkness of her skin. 

“Heads up about–you motherfucker,” crows Jake. “Congratulations!” 

“What’s happening?” Rooster yells from the kitchen while Mel embraces Natasha around her baby bump and the others offer their congratulations. 

“Looks like Payback’s been busy, Pecan,” Jake calls back. Natasha elbows him in the stomach under the guise of making space for Mel to come in. He grunts and wraps his arms around her from behind. 

“When’s Maverick getting here?” she guesses. 

He kisses her neck. “They hit traffic but should be here soon. Apparently with Amelia’s boyfriend.” She looks back at him with a raised brow and he lifts his own and gives her a wicked smile. Jake kisses her on the mouth. “Bradley’s going to be stressed now that almost everyone’s here so I better get back to work. Can you make sure everyone behaves?” 

“As long as you’re busy, I don’t have to worry about that.” 

“That’s my girl,” he grins. He pats her butt as they part ways, and she notices Payback watching. 

“That looked cozy,” he leads with an impish smirk. 

“Considering how cozy it looks like you got, I think you ought to spare me,” she warns amiably. “And when were you going to say something?” 

“We just did, didn’t we?” He becomes more serious. “It was a bit of a rough start so we figured it was better to wait.” 

Natasha makes a note to check in with him later when Fanboy isn’t swooping in with a wine glass of mimosa. “Glad we got to find out in person,” she says for now. 

Payback nods appreciatively. 

Mel is already badgering Fanboy about his evening with Bob, and since Bob slipped away before she could ask, Natasha happily teams up with her to get the details from the two of them. Fanboy, normally the more talkative of the two, remains as mum as her back seater beyond the vague details of dinner on the coast. 

“We went stargazing,” Bob finally offers shyly after Natasha warns him that she won’t stop Jake from extracting the information by any obnoxious means necessary if he holds out on her. Fanboy blushes and looks down into his drink. That might not sound like an eventful date to anyone who doesn’t know that he can read the night sky like it’s an epic adventure, his knowledge of the constellations and the myths and folklore that inspired their names is practically encyclopedic. Tentatively, Bob rubs Fanboy’s shoulder and the bashful look they share melts Natasha’s Valentine’s Day hardened heart. A little. 

She’s glad now that she suggested Bob draw something for him so they each had a personal gift to exchange. 

“I hear California’s a perfect place for that,” Mel says, as if she did her own share of orchestrating the night. 

“Very perfect,” Bob agrees happily and so sweetly that Natasha doesn’t have the heart to embarrass him with questions about how or where the night ended. 

They’re all helping to set out breakfast on the table when Maverick arrives with Penny, Amelia, and her boyfriend, Devin, who manages not to cringe at walking into a room full of adults. He hangs back on the edge of the enthusiastic circle Maverick, Penny, and Amelia form around Rooster and then Payback and Mel. 

Maverick shakes everyone’s hands but reserves hugs for her and Jake. “Were you surprised?” he asks her, eyes dancing. 

Natasha wrinkles her nose. “Did everyone know except me?” 

“I can only speak for myself,” he says, patting her on the shoulder, but it’s clear he knows more than he’s letting on. 

“Please eat before the food gets cold!” Jake announces. “Rooster came all this way to wake up early and feed you all.” 

Everyone crowds around, complimenting him on how delicious everything looks while Jake brags about the fruit he sliced and teasingly apologizes for the lack of red, pink, and hearts because we all know how much Phoenix hates Valentine’s Day. Fortunately, Bradley knocks him upside the head and stuffs a piece of bacon in his mouth to shut him up. 

She knows she should share him, but Natasha selfishly enjoys cuddling up under Bradley’s arm on the sofa while they eat. Maverick lounges on the other side of Bradley, peppering him with questions about his deployment and making him wince at a video of Amelia learning to drive his Bronco. Payback fills one of the living room chairs with his long legs stretched out in front of him and Fanboy and Bob squeeze into the other, shyly bumping arms while they eat and trying to pretend that they’re not looking at one another as much as they are. Across the room, Amelia and Devin crowd onto Rooster’s piano bench but are careful to leave some space between them, close to Penny and Mel who sit at a clear corner of the table talking animatedly. Jake bounces around, playing host but also claiming the center of attention. Sometimes he settles at Rooster’s feet, only to bounce up again. The room feels so full, in the best way possible, with their friends who have come from near and far to be together for just a few days. 

Some time after breakfast, Maverick proposes a game of dogfight football. Mel insists on playing even though Payback complains it’s not fair because no one’s going to tackle the pregnant woman. Rather than take her down though, Jake eventually picks her up and runs her and the ball in the opposite direction. 

“How’d you do it?” Natasha asks that night after the house has cleared. Their friends’ presence lingers in the warmth of the air, their chatter echoes in her ears. 

“It was mostly Jake’s idea,” Bradley tells her while she unloads the dishwasher, once again wearing only Jake’s sweatshirt now that it doesn’t matter whether they get distracted. “I just wanted to surprise you and he did the rest.” 

Jake’s making their bed even though she argued they were going to change the sheets tomorrow anyway. 

“What was the rest?” 

Bradley takes a platter from her and reaches over her to put it on the shelf beyond her arm span, pressing their bodies together. “Convincing you to take Valentine’s Day off since you were so adamant about him not being allowed to do anything. We knew Bob was our best bet, but it was Payback’s idea to kill two birds with one stone and suggest that Fanboy make Valentine’s Day plans here.”

He continues to help her put away the dishes. “Jake invited Payback and Mel to come out since he had leave anyway and then invited Maverick. Once you switched shifts, it was smooth sailing from there.” 

“Was Jake upset that I wouldn’t let him plan anything?” 

Bradley looks over at her, surprised. “Well he planned something, didn’t he?” 

“I mean before you knew you were coming home?”

He stacks plates on the counter while he thinks about his answer. “I think he wanted something special, yes. But that’s our dickhead, he likes to put on a show.”

There’s a heavy weight in Natasha’s stomach while they finish cleaning up the kitchen. Jake did so much to make Bradley’s visit special for her and because she’s been so intractable about acknowledging a certain day, he’s had to do it all by himself. 

The only things he got in return were a bunch of threats and worry that even for such a wonderful surprise, she’d be angry with him. Natasha can’t stand Valentine’s Day but she also can’t stand the thought of Jake worrying that one more thing he wants could make everything fall apart. 

Because he and Bradley never bring up the want they agreed not to ask her to give them, if this lasts that long. It’s what led to Jake’s argument with his parents in Texas and why the two of them spent all afternoon hovering over Mel jockeying for the role of favorite uncle. They wouldn’t give Amelia a hard time about dating but, like the dads they wanted to be, they did make a point of pulling her aside within listening distance of Devin to be sure he knew they would know if he didn’t respect her. 

“This is not what I expected to find when it got quiet in here,” Jake drawls as he strolls into the kitchen. He massages Bradley’s shoulders and places a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Or were you two desperately waiting for me?”

“We were just talking,” Bradley says easily. 

Natasha tugs the cuffs of his sweater over her fists. “I’m sorry I made such a big deal about Valentine’s Day, Jake.” 

Jake looks taken aback. His hands drop from Bradley’s shoulder, and he gives him a sharp look. “I don’t mind that you hate it. I mean, yes, people gave me shit for not having plans but that’s their problem, not ours.”

“But we—I didn’t do anything for you .” 

A soft blush spreads across his cheeks, and he takes out his phone. After a few taps, the strum of her ukulele and the notes of Rooster’s piano fill the kitchen. It’s the cover of Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours” that they recorded for his birthday. “It’s my most played song,” he admits. “Whenever I’m missing one or both of you or sometimes just because.”

Jake teased them for weeks after they sent it to him, so much so that Natasha started to feel embarrassed she’d done something so sappy. Knowing that it means so much to him makes her want to give him the finger for giving them such a hard time and elated that they came up with something he holds onto so dearly. 

Bradley touches her shoulder. “We like that you get more excited about all the small things we do for you every day, that you text your mom to tell her that Jake vacuumed or put your clothes away or that I called right when you needed me.”

“Or that the easiest way to make your day is to iron your uniform,” Jake adds. “You’d think we’d bought you every diamond in the world.” 

Feeling self-conscious, Natasha hugs herself. Their earnest expressions while they try to sooth her without saying the words they know scare her make her heart swell large enough to make her dizzy. Somewhere along the way, maybe while she watched her parents’ marriage fall apart, cliché as that sounds, she stopped believing people mean the things they say about love. Or maybe it was high school when guys wanted to date her until they found out she went to community college for her math and science courses. It was possibly something wrong with her, she thought sometimes, when her college girlfriend broke up with her for refusing to put anyone before her career. All the grand gestures and words could add up to nothing but hollow promises, regrets, distance, and heartbreak. 

She knows that months ago, Jake and Bradley told one another they love each other. Jake, although he pretends not to, needs the affirmation and Bradley doesn’t have many people to say it to him. In all of this, they have made sure to creep along at her own pace. 

It’s not on Valentine’s Day that she feels particularly loved or loving, but in these mundane, normal moments when it occurs to her that Bradley and Jake are the only two people she might not mind giving up space to be on her own for. 

Her heart is in her throat when she realizes what she is about to do. 

Seeing her expression, Jake steps toward her and opens his arms. “Hey, it’s okay, Sash.” 

“I love you,” she blurts. “Both of you, I guess. I love both of you.” 

Bradley chokes. 

“Did you say what I think you did?” Jake asks, mouth hung wide open in disbelief. 

She rushes to get Bradley a glass of water because Jake is too stunned to move or help. Then Jake lets out a whoop and tries to hug her and clap Bradley on the back at the same time, which only leads to her spilling half the water down their shirts while Bradley spirals into a laughing coughing fit. By the time he can breathe again, she’s crushed into the circle of their arms with kisses raining down on her like her plane caught in a hailstorm. 

“I love you, Natasha Elena Trace,” Jake says into her hair. Turning his cheek to the top of her head, he adds, “And you, too, Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw. Just to make it official.”

“I know, Honkytonk. And it feels good to finally hear you say it, Sash,” Bradley admits. “I love you.” 

Jake walks around for the rest of the night like an incandescent light bulb. Every time he looks at her, his face melts into a dopey, dazed smile.

In the morning, they’ll drive Rooster to Point Mugu to meet his CO but Natasha already feels the hole he’ll leave behind when he’s gone. Huddled together on the sofa going through Bradley’s pictures of his deployment in the Pacific and Indian Ocean, they put off going to bed until Jake breaks and kisses Bradley like he’ll lose him forever. Bradley clings to him, and Natasha regrets not spending every moment of his brief leave telling them how much she loves them. 

The playfulness of their lovemaking the night before is gone, replaced with deep longing and a fierce determination to wring everything they can from the time they’ve been granted. Over Bradley’s shoulder, Natasha watches Jake’s composure shatter with ecstasy and grief and her chest explodes knowing that he shows her the many layers he keeps so carefully guarded from everyone else. 

In the darkness, Natasha runs her fingers through Bradley’s waves. Jake sprawls across him, head cradled to his chest. They murmur promises that she can’t resist tying her hopes to until they fall asleep in one another’s arms. 

Everyone comes by again for one final parting in the morning. Payback and Mel promise them they’ll be among the first to know when she goes into labor. Natasha tells a blushing Fanboy that he better treat Bob well or she’ll fly to Virginia herself to set him straight, prompting Fanboy to ask Payback whose side he’s on because he didn’t threaten to do the same thing to Bob for him.   

Once Payback, Mel, Fanboy, and Bob head off to San Francisco, Bradley, Jake, and Natasha have to say their real goodbyes. H e kisses Jake first. “Thanks for making this the best weekend, Honkytonk. Love you.” 

“Love you too, Pecan. Keep giving ‘em hell,” Jake says thickly. He clears his throat as he steps back and busies himself with Bradley’s suitcase. 

“Sash?” Bradley opens his arms to her and she flings herself into them. 

“For the record,” she says hoarsely, trying not to cry, “I still hate Valentine’s Day, but I’m happy you came, Roo.” 

“I love you, sweetheart.” The words envelop her like a hug she’ll be able to carry with her long after the shape of him fades from her arms. 

“I love you back.” He lifts her chin and kisses her, and when he finally pulls away she rises onto her toes to hold him as long as possible. 

“I love hearing you say it.” Bradley kisses her on the forehead. 

Outside, Maverick, Penny, Amelia, and Devin are waiting for them. Maverick drives Natasha’s SUV with Amelia up front so that Natasha, Bradley, and Jake can sit in the backseat together. And even though it’s a squeeze and slightly uncomfortable, the ride still goes by too fast. 

All three of them put on their sunglasses when they climb out of the car at the Mugu airstrip. They give Bradley one last round of hugs before his CO arrives. 

“Didn’t realize you had such an entourage, Rooster,” Captain Brewer calls as he approaches. “Good to see you, Maverick.”

Maverick shakes his hand. “Pacman.” He introduces Penny, Amelia, and Devin. 

Pacman seems unsurprised to see Natasha and Jake there but if he has any thoughts or suspicions, he keeps them to himself. He congratulates Jake on his promotion then gives Bradley five minutes to board. There’s another rush of hugs and then Bradley is hurrying away. 

Jake and Natasha say their goodbyes to Maverick, Penny, Amelia, and Devin and promise to visit when they can get away. Finally, it’s just the two of them waiting against the car until Rooster takes off and the plane climbs beyond their sight.

“Ready?” Jake asks. 

“No,” she admits. It’s weird but as wonderful as it is to see Bradley for a few days, the reminder of what she’s missing aches more now than it has in any of the months since she’d last seen him. At least she still has Jake, she reminds herself. Bradley is all on his own. 

The tears come when she gets behind the wheel, and Jake rubs her back until the sobs fade sniffles. “Here,” he reaches for something on the door and hands her a thin square of red tissue paper. “It’s from Bob,” he protests when she gives him a wet glare. 

It’s a watercolor of the three of them on a sofa. Jake kisses a blushing Bradley’s cheek while reaching for her on one end while an angry Natasha sits with her arms and legs crossed on the other. There are little hearts above the kiss and Natasha’s head. Across the bottom he simply wrote, Valentine’s Day. 

She laughs and shows it to Jake. He takes the painting, holding it carefully as if it’s made of glass. “Will you let me frame this?” 

“Of course,” Natasha agrees, starting the car and adjusting the seat. She looks over at him and her heart double beats at the soft expression on his face while he stares at Bob’s artwork. “It’s a good reminder.” 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Birdy.” 

“Fuck you. No.” 

He grins. “What if I try again next year?” 

“I’ll hate it then too.” 

“Okay. What if I call it the anniversary of you saying I love you. Can I celebrate that ?” 

“I’ll think about it,” she says finally, slowing for a red light. Natasha looks over at him and holds up a finger. “But if–and it’s no guarantee–I say yes, there are no flowers, no hearts, no chocolate, no pink, no red, no diamonds, no candlelight dinners, no couples massages, nothing sappy and stupid and if you ever fucking propose on Valentine’s Day I will say no.” 

He nods brightly, and it’s both annoying and endearing how hard it is to deter him. “You have a whole year to work on your list of don’ts, and I’ll follow every one of them. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” Jake’s mouth turns up in a mischievous grin. “But also, you’ve thought about us proposing?” 

“No!” Natasha shouts, pressing the accelerator a little too hard on the light switching to green. But she has, even if she’s not ready to admit that . “It was–hypothetical.” 

“Okay,” he lets it go and carefully rewraps Bob’s gift. 

Natasha hates Valentine’s Day but for Jake and Bradley, she’d be willing to go through so much worse.

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Who is Jensen Ackles an Incarnation of?

Hello, my name is Ellie. I am a psychic who mainly does divination work with a pendulum and printable ABC charts so I can get messages from deities, faye, and other benevolent beings. A lot of the information I get comes from my divination work. I've worked with several deities and have asked all of them to prove they are who they are (and when it's really them speaking and not an imposter). In this post, I am going to reveal the deities the actor Jensen Ackles is an incarnation of (yes, incarnations can have the essence of more than 1 soul/higher self). For a brief overview, Jensen Ackles is best known for playing Dean Winchester in the CW series "Supernatural". Some of his other roles include Jake Gray in the movie "Devour", Tom Hanniger in the 2009 film "My Bloody Valentine", Eric Brady on the soap opera "Days of Our Lives", Ben and Alec on the early 2000s James Cameron TV show "Dark Angel", and Jason Teague on the CW series "Smallville".

So who is Jensen Ackles an incarnation of?

Jensen Ackles is the earth incarnation aka soul created by the soul essence of 2 deities being "mixed", Hades Odin and Hermes Loki (it turns out deities sometimes go by different parts of their full names if they're part of multiple pantheons, which is for another post). I encourage you to read another post of mine where I discuss how incarnations work, so this will make better sense to anyone reading this and other celebrity readings I have like this one. To make things simple, I'm going to focus more on briefly discussing the information available on the deities Odin and Hermes in the next sections.

Odin Odin is the Nordic deity and All Father in Norse mythology and Paganism who is associated with wisdom, healing, death, royalty, knowledge, war, magic/sorcery, divination, poetry, and runes. He is said to be the ruler of Asgard home of the said Aesir deities and also ruler of Valhalla, where half of those who die in battle are said to go in the afterlife. He is the Norse deity accompanied by 2 ravens, Munnin and Huginn who are said to travel the world to gather information to send back to Odin.

Odin is often depicted as riding on his 8 legged horse Sleipnir. Sometimes when traveling or appearing to someone as the wanderer, he is seen wearing a blue-grey cloak. It's been suggested by some scholars that the concept of Santa Clause has its roots going back to Odin. It's said Wednesday is the day of the week associated with Woden/Odin.

Odin is known amongst Norse pagans as having a direct, stern personality who can sometimes be intimidating. As a god of wisdom, he is an intelligent man who has a lot to offer as a guide provided you are willing to listen to what he has to say. He also is said to have a strong fatherly or protector kind of vibe to him, which has proven to be true in my experience talking with Odin. He told me personally he does like fishing.

Some offerings for Odin include: Wolf, fish, eagle or raven objects, blue, grey or black colored objects, red wine, whiskey or other hard liquor (especially aquavit), time spent with him, handwritten poetry, citrine, amethyst, carnelian, smoky quartz, frankincense, lavender, dragon's blood.

Hermes Hermes is the Greek Olympian deity who is associated with heralds, athletes, travel, wealth, luck, animal herds, trade, fertility, sleep, language, and thieves. Hermes is the deity who is credited for creating fire, while Prometheus is the deity who is said to have stolen fire from the gods and gave it to mankind. He is also the Greek deity who is known for guiding souls whose physical bodies just died to the underworld; this is what astrologists equate to Mercury retrograde, The Roman equivalent for Hermes. As the messenger god, Hermes is known for traveling between Hades the Underworld, Earth where the mortals live and Mount Olympus where the Gods are said to live in Greek mythology. He is known for being eccentric, mischievous, and witty or "quick on his feet" in Greek mythology. In many versions of Greek mythology, Hermes was never married. A lot of Hellenistic pagans who work with Hermes say he is also quite flirty and even erotic at times, which does reflect my personal experience in speaking with Hermes. He also very much likes connecting to those he works with through divination, especially through a pendulum. Wednesday is said to be the day of Hermes.

Some offerings for Hermes include: gold and/or silver objects (he prefers gold), red wine or whiskey, honey, strawberries, money/coins, blue and/or black objects, astronomy, written stories or letters, dice, turtle, fish or hawk objects, feathers, amethyst, quartz, dream journaling, having a fire, frankincense, lavender, divination, and musical objects.

Traits of Hades Odin "Odin" and Hermes Loki "Hermes" in Jensen Ackles Jensen Ackles was born on March 1, 1978 in Dallas Texas, which was a Wednesday. Interestingly, both Odin and Hermes are deities associated with the day of the week Wednesday. Jensen also is known for liking sports and was an athlete when in school; he also has gotten into the music aspect of entertainment in recent years, both of which are affiliated with Hermes. 1978 is also Year of the Horse in the Chinese zodiac; it's also a year that ends with the number 8, which is a hint of his being an incarnation of Odin who rides the 8 legged horse Sleipnir. The dog Soccer who was the Jack Russell Terrier dog in the 90s show "Wishbone" Jensen guest starred in was actually an incarnation of Odin's raven Huginn.

The roles he's played on TV and on the big screen are part of Jensen Ackles' Akashic Records to give hidden messages to him as to who he is and even hint at possible future events. For example, he has played a few darker roles affiliated with death including Tom Hanniger the serial killer in "My Bloody Valentine", Jake Grey a Prince of Hell in "Devour" (I did mention that grey is a color affiliated with Odin earlier, right?), and Dean Winchester in "Supernatural", who is essentially Hermes as a mortal.

Coincidentally, Jensen first showed up as the new sheriff Beau Arlen in the show "Big Sky" on the season 2 finale titled "Catch a Few Fish", fish being affiliated with both Hermes and Odin for food offerings. Hermes is also the Greek god that is often portrayed as wearing either winged sandals or helmet to come and go between different realms more quickly interestingly enough. Several of Jensen's roles ended up either dying or the movie ending with his character remaining an unmarried man, including Jason Teague in "Smallville", Dean Winchester in "Supernatural", Tom Hanniger in "My Bloody Valentine", Jake Grey in "Devour", and Alec in "Dark Angel". This lines up with Hermes being depicted in many versions of Greek mythology as never having married. In quite a few of Jensen's roles, he wears darker coats, some of which are either grey or a blue-grey color. Hmm, just like Odin when he is traveling as a wanderer wearing a grey or blue grey cloak. On another note, Jensen stated in an older interview he loves Christmas time and that the mountains are a favorite vacation spot of his. This is interesting to mention because Odin is thought to be the deity who influenced the story of Santa Clause.

I believe Dean Winchester was a poorly written character who suffered from little character development; I believe there was a whole lot more to Dean that was left unexplored throughout the entire series but that's another discussion. Dean Winchester is known to be a flirty man who loves women, and is accused of being a womanizer by some people. Hermes is also known for traveling between the underworld, mortal realm, and Mount Olympus; this is synonymous with Dean having gone to Hell, Purgatory and Heaven on several occasions, and even the Faye realm on 1 known occasion. In Supernatural, a hunters' death consists of burning their body or a so called "funeral pyre" for fallen hunters. Funeral pyres were commonplace practices both in Ancient Greece and by the Vikings who worshipped the Nordic deities.

David Yost Another Hermes Incarnation Another incarnation of Hermes I want to briefly touch on is David Yost, who is best known for playing Billy Cranston/Blue Ranger from the 1990s TV Show "Mighty Morphin Power Rangers" or MMPR for short. David Yost went to Graceland University, where he graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Communication and Dramatic Arts; Hermes is known for being affiliated with language, and was also known for being diplomatic.

There appears to have been some swapping around amongst the cast of MMPR prior to the start of filming. David initially auditioned for the Red Ranger but felt he couldn't cope with the leader role. Walter Jones was initially cast for the role of Billy/Blue Ranger but felt being the Black Ranger was more fitting for him. Jason Narvy initially auditioned for Billy but ended up being cast as Skull. It seems the gods insisted David be Billy and for good reason. In the MMPR episode titled "Something Fishy", Billy was revealed to have a fear of fish due to having been bitten by one doing an experiment with whirlpools in his childhood. Later on in this episode, he went on a fishing trip with Ernie and also went scuba diving with Jason.

When David left MMPR on a bad note, people were led to believe this was over a pay dispute. Some sources even say that the production crew claimed David was unpleasant to work with on the set; it turns out that the real reason was due to David suffering harassment over his sexual orientation. Things turned dark for David, as he went through the now debunked and heavily controversial conversion therapy for 2 years after he walked off the set of MMPR. This led to a mental breakdown for David where he was in a mental institution for a few weeks; he went to Mexico for a year where he learned to come to terms with his sexual orientation.

How are 2 seemingly different people incarnations of the same deity Hermes? On one hand, David Yost is openly gay and has endured much harassment for it on the set of MMPR. On the other hand, Jensen Ackles has been accused by some for being homophobic, due to "not shipping Wincest or Destiel". He at one point made a remark stating "I would say yes, but then Brokeback Mountain came out, and my desire to do a cowboy film completely tanked" when someone asked at a con if he would consider making a wild west film.

David got many questions regarding why he does not have a girlfriend as a gay man being pressured by others to become straight; Jensen has Supernatural and even Smallville fans that created fanfiction of him being romantically and sexually involved with either Jared Padalecki/Sam Winchester or Mischa Collins/Castiel (and even Tom Welling who was Clark Kent on "Smallville"), which is essentially pressuring Jensen to become homosexual or at least bisexual. I cannot ever advocate for pushing people to become something they are not or for doing things they're not comfortable doing period, even if it's simply for a TV, play, or movie role.

When Jensen made this statement about Brokeback Mountain, he was told by Hermes in his divine hearing "I am Hermes, one of your higher selves. I've come to warn you to not pursue any wild west movie roles, as there is a tamper in your divine blueprints [Akashic Records], where you die on the set of a wild west movie called Rust from a mysteriously loaded prop gun going off while being pointed at you and being fired off camera. The same person who made this tamper in your blueprints will prove to be unsupportive in your time of need but should be the most supportive [your wife], should you end up auditioning for this role and end up walking away from this set alive."

The messages people receive in their divine hearing often have a funny way of being misheard (or scarily enough in this case, not heard much at all). I myself do not believe Jensen to be homophobic at all, which is a term to me that is a rather convenient name to call him for not fulfilling their frankly creepy fantasies. I also believe homophobic is a convenient term people use to call those who are not supportive of the LGBQT community one way or another. I personally don't care what people do behind closed doors as long as no one gets hurts, which I believe applies to most people.

Message from Hermes and Odin for Jensen Ackles Both Hermes and Odin in my divination work have spoken to me about Jensen's heavy drinking. Even though they are deities who like alcohol offerings especially whiskey, they said Jensen needs to stop his drinking and reconnect with them in other ways. The path he is on is of great concern to them and know that the exhaustion, late night partying, and heavy drinking are taking a toll on his mental and physical health and in turn hitting his career.

They also both talked about how celebrating Dean Winchester's birthday is coincidentally (and unknowingly to Jensen) Hermes' birthday; however, Hermes admitted to me he does not like celebrating his own birthday. It seems fitting for critics to state that while it looks like Jensen is clinging onto a dead fictional character due to missing playing this role; however, on a subconscious level Jensen along with others are unknowingly giving an offering to Hermes (not one that Hermes is responding to the way Jensen is hoping?). Hermes did mention to me recently that Jensen needs to start wearing the blue and black necklace he made in honor of his friend who passed away from a drunk driving related incident when Jensen was in his early twenties. It seems that this is to serve as a reminder of what Jensen has lost in the past and the potential consequences of drinking left unchecked.

In Jensen's case, Hermes told me that he needs to start directly speaking with both him and Hades, as the path he is on now is one of self-destruction. With this being said, when a conversation he has with a stranger (who I am told is a woman that's a good bit younger than him) helps steer him off the current path, he will rediscover himself. Hermes and Hades Odin both also say that Jensen needs to return to his old ways, as the person he is behaving like now is not his true self and has become what he once said is what he fears most (losing himself and "becoming too Hollywood").

Jensen needs a lot more love and support in his life that is missing in his life now. They both stated and appears to be quite accurate that Jensen is surrounded by a lot of people who do not care about Jensen for who he is but for who he is portraying himself as.

For further reading: Sources (Odin) https://www.ecpubliclibrary.info/santa-is-odin/ http://www.northernpaganism.org/shrines/odin/writing/altars-and-offerings-for-odin.html https://vikingsonsofodin.com/odin-the-wanderer/ https://odindevoted.wordpress.com/2013/07/26/offerings/ http://nordicwiccan.blogspot.com/p/gods-goddesses-other-supernatural-beings.html

Sources (Hermes) https://www.athensjournals.gr/mediterranean/2022-8-2-2-Vinci.pdf https://www.greek-mythology-pantheon.com/hermes-mercury-greek-god-of-transitions-and-boundaries/ https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/621849449656942592/hermes-offerings https://magic.wizards.com/en/news/feature/greek-gods-made-magical-2014-05-28 https://www.worldhistory.org/Hermes/

Sources (David Yost) https://powerrangers.fandom.com/wiki/Something_Fishy_(Mighty_Morphin) https://ew.com/article/2010/08/26/original-power-ranger-harassed-gay/

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Kyoko 2k23 Vday

((Hello! I’m here, back at it again for another year, where I start getting ready for Vday (Valentine’s day). To be festive, I write out things for the Holiday, so if you would like for Kyoko to gift your muse a Vday gift, do one of the two following things below:

Like this post (If you’re a single-muse blog)

Reply to this post detailing out specific requests (ie your muse(s) if you are a mult, au, etc)

Please keep your submissions/ask box open. If I can’t submit, i’ll simply post and @ tag you.

I will be following the Japanese custom for Valentine’s day. Gifts can be Giri(obligation, usually for co-workers), Tomo(gifts for friends), or Honmei(’true feelings,’ aka someone they have feelings for), so anyone is free to participate. It’s mostly a way to spread cheer and thanks. Kyoko will give gifts based on how she perceives closeness with your muse. You are very free to send in more than one request. Just decimate my fingers. (In case it’s a worry, female muses are 1000% welcome as well)

So with that, like/reply away! I look forward to writing stuff for people! There is NO cap, so you can absolutely try to send my fingers to an early grave. I enjoy the writing pains.

-Neo))

#Muneo talks #Importdesu #((ofc I didn't forget about my gorl on this blog too)) #Kyoko 2k23 Vday

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Alright, if I can stay up for another hour ish then I will finally update midnights. Since I missed the date I want to keep the time at least. I’ve been slacking writing wise for things that I should post soon. Good news is valentines event is done, but everything else was on pause cause of it. I’m hoping to finally write the pov verse, I have like 1k written but idk man. Idek how long I’m trying to make each one??? I need to write ahead for midnights too since I’m caught up now. *sigh I’ve just not been doing well mentally as of late, so it’s been tough for me to write. Reading is fine, I’m so grateful to the authors who have posted fics. I owe comments, I’m sorry I’m not in a great mindset to comment, but I promise to remedy that asap. Meanwhile my poor library books are on my counter. There’s just a lot going on and I’m not dealing with certain parts super well. It’s my own problem I know, and I’m trying not to let it affect me more but I’m losing this fight so far. This is literally why I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write Where Do My Hands Go?

Update: as promised midnights was updated, I almost fell asleep and missed the time again. So yay for staying up but I’m so incredibly sleepy now cause I’m still not a morning person. I started on midnight rain so yay, and that’s about all I got. I’m busying myself with a bunch of things right now, but I’m trying to be better fandom wise. Will be doing the Valentine’s Day events, but also irl I’m going to be baking and stuff for work, I haven’t done a big V Day thing at work in a while so I’m kinda jazzed about it! And of course per tradition, on my main blog I will be sending out valentine’s to every blog I follow but also if I miss anyone I’ll make a post, so like it and I’ll be sure to send one! It’s my favorite holiday and I love to send love! It’s why I’m Lots of Love, hello! (It’s literally my time to shine and I’m going to make the most of it!)

Update 2: every time I refresh ao3 hoping for new fics, I also feel bad cause I haven’t left comments yet… I just can’t get myself to leave short comments like love this! I literally have to gush why I loved it so much. And it takes a lot of time sometimes cause I’ll just ramble and then I gotta go and make sure I somewhat make sense, like no bad typos or anything. Also even though I love reading fics in Chinese, I suck at writing but I have to leave a comment! So I do it in English and it’s like I gotta make sure I’m really making sense (which I never am let’s be real) cause there could be a language barrier! Listen, if I could write in Chinese I would be unstoppable. I would probably never want to write a CoAi fic in English ever again, cause they just hit different to me. But also I’m very biased cause that’s how I was introduced to them. Alright I gotta sleep cause I need to wake up early!!!

#cynful babbles #so many things are going great for me and I feel very lucky #but this one thing is just very difficult for me to move past #I’ve been crying every day cause of it. which is nothing new cause I cry all the time #but this is different. my worlds been flipped upside down and idk how to live like this