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urrockstar-xe · 3 months

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3 teen boys vs 1 pretty girl - j.m x fem!reader

posted feb 10th, 2024 10:24 pm

heres another belated v day post!! :D im working my way up guys look at me go, im running out of valentine themed songs though if you have recs and see this before the 14th pls send them to me!!

summary: John B and Pope have to help out JJ when he's under too much stress over a pretty girl, not proofread, use of Y/n.

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JJ wasn’t one for romantics, never was, never will be. He’s never witnessed real romance outside of TV shows and movies, although now that he has, with his best friend falling in love, JJ still just didn’t quite get it.

Until he met You, of course, because every sweet, enchanting, and cheesy love story has to start with the player meeting the one.

The one that broke down every little wall with a soft smile and pretty eyes. The one who saves everything while simultaneously ruining it all.

At least in JJ’s eyes.

“Dude, just admit you like her” Pope’s words went in one ear and out the other as JJ groaned into the old pillow, dramatically falling onto John B’s couch. “I think he did, just not in a comprehensible way” John B chuckled, shoving JJ’s feet off of his lap.

JJ groaned once more before shifting positions and sitting up on the opposite end of JB. “I don’t know what it is, man. She comes in, introduces herself with a pretty little voice, batting her pretty little eyelashes, smiling a pretty little smile on her pretty little face.” JJ’s voice was laced with irritation, his friends just laughed in response.

“I think JJ thinks Y/n is pretty, Pope.” “No way, really?” Another round of laughter between the two boys made JJ scoff before chuckling a bit as well, he rubbed at his eyes.

JJ’s laughter ended with a sigh, “She’s makin’ me crazy.” John B smiled at his friend, nudging his shoulder. “They have that effect huh?” JB remarked, sharing a knowing look with Pope before Pope pulled JJ up off the couch.

“What am I gonna do? I mean, I gotta really wow this girl, man I mean, she’s perfect” JJ gushed as he stared back at his friend who merely smiled back and shook his head. “Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, why don’t you go work that out with John B and I’ll continue studying.” Pope proposed the idea as JB stood up, patting JJ on the back before nearly dragging him out of the chateau by the back of his hoodie.

“C’mon, we’re gonna make sure you get your girl by tomorrow night”

JJ and John B loaded up into the Twinkie, heading straight for the closest convenience store. JB distracted his lovelorn friend with loud music that the two teenage boys happily and obnoxiously sang along to. Once they finally pulled up to the store and went inside, John B led JJ to the aisle filled with red and pink colored cardboard, and heart-shaped candies.

“Dude, I don’t even know what kind of candy she likes,” JJ sighed, both boys scanning the wall of options. “This is gonna be harder than I thought.” John B mumbled.

“It’s all just one big guessing game-” John B got cut off by the store clerk noticing them.

“Maybank, I better not catch you stealin’ nothin'.” His gruffy booming voice caught their attention, heads turning towards the sound in sync. “Course not, Mr. Wade!” JJ waved, a small smile on his lips as the clerk shook his head and went back to his initial goal, leaving them alone once more.

JJ watched as John B grabbed one of the blue baskets and started throwing random candy boxes into it. “What are you doing?” JJ furrowed his eyebrows. “She’s gotta like at least one of these, let’s just buy it all” John B shrugged, handing the basket to JJ who turned his attention towards the box full of small stuffed animals.

JJ picked up a small cat before looking at the little dog holding a love heart. “Do you think she’s more of a dog person or a cat person?” “Which one do you want her to be?”

JJ abandoned the cat and threw the dog in the basket, just as John B grabbed a pink bag covered in white hearts and threw it on top of their Valentine's treasures.

“This should be enough right?” John B asked, earning a slightly concerned look from JJ.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the professional here? I’m just the student!” JJ followed him to the counter and helped throw everything in front of Mr. Wade.

“JJ, I don’t think people see either of us and think of the word professional.” and of course, he couldn’t argue with that.

JJ was left to his own devices the rest of the night, John B had a date with Sarah.

He did his best at setting up the bag of goodies, before deciding it was good enough because nothing would be as perfect as you no matter how much he tried.

Finally, Wednesday had come and right around the time you made it outside of your school building you were met with the sight of the Twinkie, eyes watching it as you laughed at something one of your friends said. You said your goodbyes before making your way to the old van just as JJ Maybank came out of the driver’s side and leaned on the passenger’s door.

“Thought you dropped out, JJ.” You smiled at the blond, who happily mirrored you as he approached him. “You know, gotta come back every once in a while, see how the place is holdin’ up without me.” He shrugged, earning a chuckle from you.

JJ cleared his throat, standing up straight. “I wanted to surprise you. Ask you to be my Valentine.” Your smile got softer, that sweet look on your face almost making JJ chicken out but now he was too deep in.

“So ask me,” you said softly, after a moment of waiting for him to continue. JJ laughed, shaking his head. “Right, yeah, sorry. Will you be my Valentine, pretty lady?” His voice was quieter than you were used to hearing, you couldn’t help but cover your face as you felt heat spread across your cheeks. JJ chuckled at your reaction before leaning forward just enough to remove your hands from your face.

“Whadya say?” You smiled at him as he held onto your hands, whispering now that you were so close. “I’ll be your Valentine any day of the week, J.” He smiled back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before letting go of your hands and opening the passenger door, revealing the very same bag that was currently overflowing.

“Awh, babe.” You smiled at the sight, picking up the little dog plush.

“Hope you’re a dog person,” He said, grabbing the bag’s handles so you could get in the van.

“And that you have a severe sweet tooth.”

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tongue-like-a-razor · 1 year

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Truly Madly Deeply

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw is madly in love with a married woman.

CW: FLUFFFFFF (Happy Valentine's Day, my loves!!)

WC: 1300+

This fic was written for @roosterforme’s love is in the air tgm challenge! Inspired by the song Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden.

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“Sorry, I’m married,” Bradley hears you say to the man who’s just offered to buy you a drink. He glances over his shoulder just in time to witness your suitor’s face fall in disappointment. He notices that you give him an apologetic smile and it melts Bradley’s heart that you’re being so sweet to a complete stranger.

He eyes you discreetly as you wave with a couple of fingers at the man now departing sullenly. You turn on your stool to face the bar, revealing the deep plunge of your dress which exposes your exquisite back, and Bradley can’t help but stare at you in admiration. He smiles to himself, biting into his lip. “Married, huh?” he asks, leaning his forearms into the bar.

You glance over at him in surprise.

“And here I thought I could buy you a drink,” Bradley says with a sideways grin.

You stare at him for a moment before letting out a small chuckle.

“Who’s the lucky guy, anyway?” he asks, looking around the bar.

“Strange,” you reply, craning your neck to look over Bradley’s shoulder. “He was just here.”

Bradley shakes his head. “Ill-timed departure on his part,” he says, meeting your gaze. “I would never let a woman like you out of my sight.”

You giggle. “He’s around, I’m sure.”

Bradley watches you mischievously. “And yet,” he says, getting out of his seat. “We can’t let an opportunity such as this pass us by.” He holds out his hand to you.

You give him a piercing look and hook one of your eyebrows. “And what opportunity would that be?”

“Come on.” Bradley grins at you. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you letting me have one dance.”

“You’re probably right, actually.” You shrug. “My husband’s not really the jealous type.”

“Really?” Bradley asks incredulously as you stand up. “He should be.”

You chuckle. “He trusts me.”

Bradley’s eyes sweep over your features when you glance up at him and he tries to recall the last time he’s encountered such beauty. You are, without a doubt, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. But this fact doesn’t intimidate him in the slightest. He takes your hand and draws you out onto the open floor, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

You smile when he takes you by the waist. “Now I feel bad for sending that other guy away,” you say. “If I’m just handing out dances.”

Bradley makes a face. “He wasn’t trying hard enough,” he says. “See, I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.”

You laugh. “Is that so?”

Bradley nods. “You know what else?”

“What?” you ask suspiciously as the two of you move gently to the distant music of the jukebox.

“I’m going to kiss you when this song is over,” he says.

You raise your eyebrows as your mouth falls open in shock. “You mean, assuming I’ll let you!”

Bradley’s gaze drops briefly to your lips. “You’ll let me.”

You shake your head with a scandalized smile.

“Think your husband would mind?” he asks.

You fix him with a more serious look. “What do you think?”

“You said he wasn’t the jealous type.”

You lower your gaze and lick your top lip before lifting your eyes temptingly. “My husband would fucking lose it if he saw me making out with a stranger on the dance floor.”

Bradley bites his lip, chuckling. “I bet.”

You roll your eyes, a smile still playing on your face, and Bradley just about loses it himself.

“What’ll it take for you to come home with me?” he asks boldly.

You give him a pointed glance and he pulls you slightly closer. “Gee, let me think,” you respond playfully.

Bradley chuckles. “I’ll do anything,” he says in a low voice, his mouth moving right over your temple.

You shake your head and look up at him. “You’re bad,” you say with a grin.

Bradley brings his face down to meet yours, his arms coming up to wrap around your back. He draws you closer until your head is resting on his chest. “I’m so in love with you,” he breathes.

You giggle into his chest and his heart performs a series of somersaults against your cheek. Your hands snake underneath his open Hawaiian shirt to meet behind his back. “You’re ridiculous,” you respond calmly.

Bradley kisses the top of your head. “I love you more with every breath,” he whispers.

You raise your head slightly and he can feel the warmth of your mouth on his neck. “I think you’re alright,” you say gently.

Bradley snorts, his arms tightening around you. He rests his cheek on your head, his fingers grazing your bare back. “I could hold you forever,” he mutters. “Can’t I just hold you forever?”

He feels you relax further into his embrace. “Okay,” you respond softly.

Bradley’s arms constrict around your body, and he plants several kisses on your forehead. “I bet you’re way out of your husband’s league,” he says with a heavy rasp as his hand starts travelling up and down your waist.

You laugh. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bradley’s hand stops moving abruptly and comes to rest of your hip. “You love him?”

You give Bradley an earnest glance. “Very much,” you say.

Bradley eyes you curiously. “How the fuck did he land a woman like you?”

You laugh. “Well,” you say, “for one thing, he’s unbelievably sexy.”

Bradley smirks. “I bet he isn’t half as sexy as you are.”

You roll your eyes. “He’s smart, and funny, and sweet, and a little crazy sometimes.”

Bradley laughs. “Sounds pretty basic, if you ask me.”

You give him a tight smile, trying to hold back a laugh. “And his confidence is off the charts.”

Bradley raises his eyebrows. “Can he take me?”

You let out a giggle. “He wouldn’t,” you say. “He’s not the jealous type, remember?”

Bradley gives you a skeptical look. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I think your husband would absolutely annihilate anybody who would dare lay a hand on you.”

You watch him with a tantalising smirk. “Is that what you would do?”

Bradley meets your gaze and responds firmly, “No question.”

You rest your head back on his chest and let out a contented sigh when the first notes of a very familiar song ring out through the bar. Bradley looks up to see Jake Seresin winking at him from where he’s standing by the jukebox. Bradley smirks, nodding at his friend in appreciation. Meanwhile, you start humming to the melody absently while Bradley sways you gently from side to side.

When the bridge kicks in, Bradley sings along, “Oh, can you see it, baby? You don’t have to close your eyes. It’s standing right before you…”

You detach yourself partially and look up at him. “I’ve always loved this song,” you say.

Bradley tenderly runs his fingers along the side of your face. “I know, baby,” he says.

“My husband’s not a big fan,” you say with a playful grin.

“Oh, no?” Bradley lifts eyebrows.

“I had to beg him to make this our wedding song.”

“He made you beg?” Bradley asks in outrage.

“Mm-hm.” You nod. “Can you believe it?”

Bradley lowers his head and, placing his hands on either side of your face, brushes the tip of his nose against yours. “Something tells me your husband would do anything for you.”

You giggle. “If only I knew where he was.”

Bradley grins, biting the side of his lip. “Joke’s on him. He’s missing all the fun.”

You reach up to twist your fingers into Bradley’s shirt, pulling him closer. “You promised me a kiss.”

Bradley chuckles. “Oh, you want a kiss?”

You nod, humming in affirmation.

Bradley smirks, rolling his tongue along your open mouth before letting his lips finally make contact with yours. You whimper softly into his mouth and his chest nearly erupts with desire. He loves you so deeply, so madly, so – “You know, the song’s growing on me,” he mutters between kisses.

You laugh. “I knew you’d come around eventually.”

Bradley lets out a fevered sigh, his hands sliding down your arms as the song comes to an end. “Come on, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he says hoarsely, a bit impatiently. “I’m taking you home.”

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mayearies · 9 months

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✰ RECORD BOY

miles morales loves music but he loves you more. genre: fluff

warnings: rio and me are married (correction: every person with the last name 'morales' is married to me) a/n: dont come at me yes i know his birthday was a week ago but i had this idea and i just 😭 i had to write it plus i didnt give him a proper happy birthday so 😢 pretend i posted this on his actual birthday ALSO RIO CONTENT YAYAAYAYAY

one of maye's personal favorites :D

e1610 miles had been your boyfriend for a while, and today was his special day. you contemplated for a while what your gift would be for him. he was the best you've ever had. of course he deserved the best gift ever. sooner or later, the answer was given to you.

—you politely knocked on the door of the morales household with a box wrapped in wrapping paper and tied with a bow. specifically black and red, cause y'know. rio opened the door and a smile lit up on her face. not like the sarcastic one she had when she first met you.

"hi, hun. you here for miles?"

as you stepped in, the room smelled of vanilla and ink? weird combo, yeah? "mhm, just wanted to swing by and say a quick 'happy birthday' to him."

"oh, that's sweet. he's in his room. ¿quieres un cupcake?" "oh! n-no, gracias."

considering how often you visited miles, you tended to pick up some spanish from his mom, which she gladly taught you. rio treated you like you were a close friend, which made miles happy to say the least. "i see your spanish has improved."

"yeah, thanks ms. morales." "of course! you're special person in my son's life, i owe it to you."

♡ well, you thought that was a little too high of a praise. it felt like the morales' were givers. like if someone were to do something for them which they said was small or no big deal, they would take it to an extent. it's something you would think about time to time. nonetheless, they were grateful of how trusting you were.

you pushed the cracked door of miles' room and found him where he always was—at his desk drawing in his sketchbook with his headphones on, humming along. you wonder how hard you fell for him when you first met.

you tapped his shoulder lightly, disturbing his quote on quote singing, he smiled brightly when he saw you. "hey, love."

he engulfed you into a big hug. his shirt was cozy and he smelled sweet. "baby! you came!"

"of course i did! how could i miss your birthday?" "you missed valentines day-" "hush."

miles clearly eyed the box as you asked him how he was doing. he gave short answers and sometimes ask you to repeat what you said. you sighed with a playful smile, "you wanna know what's in the present, don't you?"

"yes pleaseee."

you two sat on his bed and miles gently untied the bow and ripped the wrapping paper. the look on his face once he saw what was inside was nothing short of surprise. you smiled as he looked over to you with a shocked face. "you're serious?"

"uh huh. happy birthday, spidey."

♡ you went down to the record store and bought roughly around half a hundred worth of albums. of course knowing miles loves music basically to death, you knew all of his favorite artists. tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, pinkpantheress, bryson tiller, sza, to name a few. you had to get him albums for his record player.

miles sighed and changed his tone into somewhat more whiney as he put his head on you lap. "noo, don't do this to me, amor. i can't accept these."

"too bad, accept them." "but i don't even use my record player anymore! i know you are not out here buying me $20 albums on vinyl, ma." "it's fine, i'll make back the money. and let's put that record player to good use, yeah?" "... god, i love you and your persistence. makes you hotter in my opinion." "that's cause i know what you like."

♡ you took him to the rooftop and danced with him until sunset where you just sang songs together. it was the best birthday miles had so far, spending it with his favorite person. that person used to be a stranger.

"happy birthday, my record boy♡"

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tuwlips · 1 year

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Valentines Day with the Free! Boys 🌹

𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙮𝙖 🍰꒷︶꒦

Natsuya is a gentleman(child).

He crushes on you every time he's with you. It's like highschool all over again.

He's very romantic. Will write you a love letter, and put his favorite picture of you two in it. Takes you to an amusement park and gets you cute plushies from the claw machines. (Not to mention how you two share a cotton candy, it’s so freaking cute >_<)

He's so soft with you. Always holding your hand. You're very playful with Natsuya, so when you boop his nose with yours he just gets so flustered and melts internally, even though he's a grown man.

Gifts you a mixtape with all the songs he dedicates to you. (And the songs that reminds him of you.) Man's is just smitten for you.

“Gosh.. why’d you have to be so cute” Natsuya mumbles under his breath as he watches you play an arcade game.

𝙍𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙤𝙠𝙖 🦈꒷︶꒦

Soft loverboi.

He might look tough, but for you he's so soft.

Would get you small little gifts which remind him of you, because you're adorable.

Would probably take you for a long drive.

He's a pretty chill guy but gives you the princess treatment.

“You always look beautiful baby.” Rin says and kisses your head.

𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙔𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙠𝙞 🧸꒷︶꒦

The stoic (but loving) man.

Shows he doesn't care much about Valentine's Day, but internally he's panicking about what to get you, where to take you.

He takes you for a picnic. A cute afternoon picnic.

And all the food is made by Sousuke. He makes all your favorite dishes and snacks.

Also gets you a cute hair accessory 'cause he loves your hair and loves to play with it.

Sousuke hums softly as he plays with your hair. Your head on his lap. “Hm? No, I'm not-… blushing....” He pouts (Because he is!!)

𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙖 🎐꒷︶꒦

Malewife incoming.

This man, is so sweet. He would give you a love letter telling how much he loves you and what he appreciates about you.

Would take you to a cute cat cafe. (Because he loves cats so much and ofc you.)

Would buy you your favorite flowers.

He gets so shy when you hold hands. He loves your soft hands.

You stand on your tip toes and kiss Makoto's forehead as he leans down a little. “H-Huh..I-...” Poor baby was at a loss for words.

“-love you too.”

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙚 🐬꒷︶꒦

The dense but cute one.

Now Haru might be dense in most (romantic) cases but he knows about Valentine's Day and what's it about.

He makes mackerel for you :> (Please eat it even if you don't like it poor man made it with love.)

Sets up a romantic pillow fort with fairy lights and candles.

You both cuddle and watch movies all night. And of course, he didn't forget your gift. Gets you matching starfish rings with him.

“Cute,” he mumbles as he sees your figure asleep on his chest.

. ♡

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j-oneseungz · 3 months

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stars above | han jisung

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, sentimental as fuck, slight angst because both of them are dumb in love your honor

warning(s): some swearing

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“I’m telling you Jisung. I can’t fucking sleep for shit.”

The young man you call your best friend giggles through the phone. “Hey hey hey. You were the one who wanted brown sugar milk tea boba with 100% sweetness.”

“Yet you were the one enabling me.”

“Aweee. It can’t be that bad. We can like go stargazing and contemplate our mortal existence.” You swear this man will be the death of you with all his teasing.

You respond, “Don’t you ever get tired of stargazing Sung?” You know of his little habit of staying up late on some nights to watch the twinkling constellations and the enigmatic moon. He has a telescope in his room that he would take when he would escape into the wonders of the night to admire the beauty of the dark, moon-lit, star-lit sky.

He smiles to himself. “Never.” Because the stars remind me of you. He held those words back, knowing they would scare you away and friendship over.

Unbeknownst to you, he secretly held feelings for you. He never gets tired of stargazing because all of the stars above remind him all of you. People say how the moon is in love with the sun although Jisung thinks the contrary. You were the stars. His stars. He was the moon. You were the stars surrounding the moon. The moon feels not just the Earth’s proximity but all of the stars in the galaxy whether they are close or millions of light years away. Your presence can always be felt wherever he goes which is why everything reminds him of you. From breezy summer winds to late night hot chocolates to dumb Valentine meme cards to unwise money spending on boba, it all goes back to you.

Though he has all these feelings inside of him, he would rather not spill a speck of what he feels about you.

“Jisung? You there? Are we still stargazing?” He snaps back to reality.

He clears his throat, trying to get his thoughts together. “Uhh yeah. I’ll pick you up in five.”

True to his word, he arrived punctually. You bundled yourself in one of your many blankets as you waddled to his car. He thought you looked cute doing so. Once you opened the door, you saw him dressed in his favorite black hoodie and quokka beanie. Heh, cute you thought. His hair has gotten longer and some of it was perfectly framing his pretty face.

“You good?” His voice brings you back from the very spell he has entranced you in.

“Huh? Yeah I’m good.” You try your best to mask the nervousness in your voice.

“You know. With the look you were giving to me, I would have thought you were in love with me,” he jokes.

This man is so aggravating. Your eyes roll and you playfully punch him on the shoulder, making him hiss in pain. “OW!!! You do know violence is not the answer.”

“Oh hush you. Now let’s go. Wouldn’t want Cassiopeia waiting.”

“Just an FYI, Orion is my favorite constellation,” he huffs and sticks out his tongue. Of course you knew Orion was his favorite. You just wanted to annoy him like he annoys you.

The ride to his favorite open field was quiet aside from the songs playing from his night drive playlist. God it was hard keeping your eyes away from him as he drives. Of course this was not the first time he drove you. It’s just that… he’s just… AUGH. Fuck. You can’t even say shit to him.

Unbeknownst to him, you secretly held feelings for him too. No matter how much you annoy him or “complain” about him dragging you to stargazing, you know damn well just how much you deeply love him inside and out. Every single time he would take you stargazing, your feelings would exponentially go deeper than it was before. You didn’t know how that was even possible. He shows a side to you where you get to intimately know him fully. Every single day is a gift being with someone like him. Which is why you would rather be selfish with your feelings than losing him forever when the cat is out of the bag. At least that was what you thought.

The open field with freshly cut grass fills your senses with the Earthy scent of grass and the cold, gentle breeze of the night. Jisung takes his telescope from the trunk and follows you to the middle of the field.

“Looks like it’s a great night tonight. No clouds can be seen so far,” he says as he sets up the telescope.

“It does feel like a great night,” you blurted while admiring the crescent moon.

Both of you silently observe the starry sky with the lone moon. No words can describe what you both feel at this very moment. It’s such an indescribable feeling. You both share the feeling of awe when appreciating the jewels of the galaxy. That shared sentiment alone makes the moment so intimate even without uttering a single word. Even without hands touching each other.

After minutes of silence between you two, you both observe something moving in the sky. More and more of them started to move too.

“Oh my god shooting stars! Make a wish Ji! Make a wish!” you squeal in delight.

And so both of you closed your eyes and wished under the shooting stars. Jisung opens one of his eyes to steal a little glance of you before continuing his wish.

Unsurprisingly, both of you wished for the same thing; the courage to confess to each other without ruining your friendship.

Moments later, you opened your eyes. “So what did you wish for Ji?”

“Nuh uh it’s a secret,” he asserts, trying his best not to appear worried.

“You can tell meee. I’m your best friend, remember.”

“No.” He sticks out his tongue.

You prepare your pleading eyes to make him more pliant. “Pleaseeee.”

“No.”

Jisung finally gives up and sighs, “Okay fine. Fine. But don’t freak out okay.”

“But why would I freak out?” Did he wish to be together with someone? Is he gonna confess that he likes another person?? Fuck.

“Remember when I told you about how the moon is in love with the stars rather than the sun?”

You nod and chuckle, “But isn’t the sun also a star?”

“I know I know but listen. Listen carefully because I don’t want to repeat my words again.” He takes a deep breath and holds your hands. “I’m the moon Y/N and you’re the stars. My stars. I’m completely, deeply in love with you.”

And that’s when your eyes widen to a confession you would have never expected yet something you’ve been wishing for to the universe. Your eyes sparkle, resembling that of a shining star. “So how does your confession tie to your wish?”

“I-uh well I wished to have the courage to confess to you.” He was getting red like a tomato. “I guess it came true.”

“You know what’s funny Han Jisung?” He looks at you like he was a deer in the headlights. You usually only use his full name on a serious occasion. Is she mad? Did I upset her? Does this mean she will reject me? Will we stay—

“I wished for the same thing as you did. It’s just that you beat me to it.” He looks at you with complete shock.

“Are you bullshiting me?”

“No Ji I’m not. I’ve loved you for a while now.” You let out a mirthful laugh. Your thumb rubs on his skin to reassure him. “May I ask you a question?”

“Yes. What is it?”

“May I kiss you?”

He smiles so endearingly at you that you could explode like a supernova. “Of course you can.”

And so you got on your tippy toes to capture his lips with yours. It was a kiss you have been anticipating for months now. It was a kiss under the stars. A kiss under the waning crescent. You wouldn’t mind getting lost in his kiss every night.

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A/N: This has been in the drafts for just a bit. I got some time to finalize it. Hopefully you enjoy the read!

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witchwyfe · 1 year

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Hi Lola! happy Valentine's day! could I please request places to kiss: scalp with hangman ? thank you lots!

prompt - places to kiss: scalp

pairing - jake 'hangman' seresin x female reader

a/n - thanks for requesting bby!

The shower is a touch too hot, but you don’t move, letting the spray scald your shoulders, as you stand right in the line of fire. You’re too tired to care, too wrapped in a fuzzy lightness that comes from Jake’s hands in your hair.

“Feel good baby?” He wonders, softly breaking the silence that had sat comfortably between you two.

“Uh-huh,” You affirm nodding softly. “Thank you.”

“Long day, huh honey?” He coos, digging his nails just a tad deeper, eliciting a content sigh from you.

You nod again, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his collarbone. He hums a song underneath his breath, too quiet under the sound of the water for you to identify, but you feel it reverberating against you.

His hands travel down to your neck and work between there, and the base of your skull and you moan softly, hands squeezing at Jake’s hips in thanks.

Before too long, you can feel yourself dozing off to sleep, while standing—well, more like leaning against Jake. He smoothes down your wet hair and presses a kiss to your scalp.

“C’mon sweet girl, let’s get out so we can get you to bed.” He says gently. “My fingers are startin’ to prune up.”

#mine #my work #my writing #witchwyfe writing #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin oneshot #jake hangman seresin fanfiction #jake hangman seresin drabble #jake hangman seresin x you #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin oneshot #jake seresin imagine #witchwyfe vday party

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You know what's just burrowed into my head? given how often poor Camilla was forced to say the word daddy on that show it made me picture lacy saying it to Eddie but in that I'm clearly making fun of you, I'm not into that stuff kind of way but he's our beloved pervy loserboy so of course he short circuits over it anyway. I hope she finds out just how much of a perv he can be now that they've done the do. I mean the whole thing with her pen in the very first chapter? and the shower scene when she had to stay over? I would love to know how she'd react

18+ MINORS DNI i accidentally went crazy on this? god bless you anon happy valentines day

l i t erally she is shoving eddie out the door of the newspaper room after a heavy makeout session where she's got him all wound up and whining on purpose, sing-songing something like, "c'mon, hurry up! everyone in the drama room is gonna be looking around that dungeon, wondering where-oh-where is daddy?"

and eddie just shoves himself between the jamb and the closing door (painfully, for a multitude of reasons) (reasons pertaining to his cock) and hits lacy with the prey animal stare.

"huh? come again?" you'd like that wouldn't you badum tsss etc

but lacy like, knows and like, eats it right up, the way she draws out every syllable with a dirty little mockery of a snarl.

"better run along now, da-a-addy."

eddie manages to wrangle her in for one last kiss, stomach all butterflies and dick all cardiac arrest, "i'm gonna get you for that," and lacy's squealing into his ear, "and your little kitty too! shit! evil!"

"first and last time you'll ever hear it, i guarantee you!" liar!

but, evil actually comes in the form of lacy lifting a pair of her panties from the glovebox of the van later that night.

"hello? have you been doing my laundry or what?"

eddie gets a laceful in the face as she flings them at him. immediate snow white blush on his cheeks, this guy, because he's still toeing the line of being a little bit of a pervert with her. testing the waters. though, she had perched in his lap and watched him jerk off the other day, after specifically asking to which naturally made him cum neatly under the runtime of zeppelin's dazed and confused.

i wanna see how you do it. how do you touch yourself when you're thinking about me?

and she'd been all sweet, tits out and skirt on, running her hand up his chest as he pumped his cock in his fist (he hadn't been allowed to touch her), telling him how pretty he was, how much she liked watching him make himself feel good. eyes never leaving him. studying him like SAT prep. not putting as much as a fingertip on herself, but squirming against his thigh.

this is about me, he realized, heart warming, dick throbbing. she wants to make it about me.

eddie had cum, and had possibly narrowly avoided a hemorrhage of the brain due to how fucking hot that was, and was soon springing to back to life in lacy's palm. she had that effect on him; just when he thought he was spent, boom, he is risen.

he needed a solid fifteen minutes to process the aftershocks after she rode him til both their eyes were streaming, lacy stroking his hair and pretending like she wasn't trembling as much as he was.

if that girl isn't careful. he swears to god. wedding bells. big 'uns.

but. anyway. panties. panties he had been actively using as a gag when he jerked off on the rare occasions she couldn't come meet him. sure. whatever.

"you must've left 'em here!" eddie shrugs (wide-eyed, beautiful, you know the vibes), tossing them back at her, to which lacy rolled her fanned-out mascara'd eyes.

"and walked around commando? when have you ever known me to do that, smartass?"

true. she liked making him take off her panties with his teeth too much, and he liked watching the way she slid them back on. that little jump she did that made her ass shake.

which could be a part of the whole stuffing them in his mouth thing. listen, he didn't have time to ruminate on it.

guilty as all hell, he shrugs again, slapping his hands on the wheel. but eddie's heart is like, hammering. was that a step too far? nabbing her panties out of her room the last time he'd snuck in there?

there's this silence in the van for a couple beats that he hates, even though lacy resumes looking for a tape in the glovebox she's probably never gonna find.

"you know," she goes, eyes downcast, "if you wanted to borrow a pair, you could've just asked."

a stutter in the air. she knows just how to make his record scratch.

"whassat now?" eddie leans in, gripping the steering wheel for dear life.

"you heard me," and her mercurial eyes flash at him, gaze drawing down his body in that way that makes him sure he knows what it's like to do heroin without ever having tried it.

"just, tell me if you ever wanna try 'em on," lacy smiles, and eddie smiles, and eddie also dies somewhat, "i wanna see how cute you look when you're hard in them."

and look, we haven't even begun to think about lacy's reaction the first time he jokingly calls her mommy.

#powder room talk #Anonymous #e. munson by powder #edlacy #hai brainrot #father john misty voice je ee e esus christ girl

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yuujispinkhair · 1 year

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Sweet like chocolate

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (gender-neutral) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: None really. Some suggestive stuff. All characters are of age. My blog is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This is the first of my two Valentine's Day fics. I woke up thinking how much I love Yuuji, and so I had to write a little story to show my appreciation for this sweet man.

This story is based on one of the songs I always associate with Yuuji: Sweet like chocolate by Out of Sound, UPWARD

"Yuuji, I have something for you!"

You beam at him as you shake the big pink heart-shaped box full of the best chocolate you could find. It cost a little fortune, but it doesn't matter because you wanted to get the most beautiful gift for your boyfriend.

You plop down on his lap, straddling him, and press a gentle kiss to his cheek before murmuring a warm,

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

Yuuji laughs, wrapping his strong arms around you, always so loving and sweet.

"Aww, thank you, cutie. Happy Valentine's to you too."

He smiles his pretty sunshine smile, happy and bright, and for a split second, you forget the gift in your hands, too stunned by your boyfriend's beauty. Your heart throbs, chest filled with a warmth you will always associate with Yuuji. That feeling of comfort and love he gives you every single day you spend together.

You gulp hard, doing your best to fight the happy tears that threaten to spill out of your eyes, and before you get overwhelmed by your feelings, you quickly push the box with the chocolates against Yuuji's broad chest.

His honey eyes sparkle with joy as he unties the red ribbon and opens the gift box with his large hands. The hands that always offer you so much comfort. Yuuji's hands are the strong, calloused hands of a fighter but so gentle when he touches you. Hands that give you a feeling of safety because you know they will never let go. Yuuji's love is something you can count on. His hands will lead you through every darkness you might encounter in life.

He makes a cute surprised sound when his gaze lands on the beautifully decorated chocolates. Each one is a little masterpiece of its own. Handmade and decorated with the prettiest pink and red hearts, flowers, and different fruits.

Yuuji's lips lift in his typical sunshine smile that lights up every room he is in. That smile that made you believe in genuine kindness and love again. The smile that is so contagious that it always makes you smile too. Just like you do now, grinning from ear to ear as more happy tears gather in your eyes while you watch the man you love cooing over the chocolates you got him.

You watch fondly as the big scar on the side of his lip moves while smiling, always pulling that corner of his lips up slightly more than the other, making his smile a bit lopsided.

But it's even more beautiful this way. You love Yuuji's smile, and you love his scars. Every single one of them on his face and all over his body. They are part of him. They are the marks of a hero. He thinks they mar his skin. But you think they are beautiful, and you will never stop telling him this. His scars show how brave he is. They show that he chose to protect others and fight to keep them safe.

You reach out to place a finger on that scar on the corner of his mouth and trace it gently as you smile at your man with teary eyes, your heart almost bursting from the love you feel for him.

Happiness is written all over his pretty face when he looks at you,

"Whoa, baby, thank you! Those are the prettiest chocolates I ever saw!"

You laugh happily, cupping Yuuji's cheek and caressing it tenderly.

"I couldn't get the perfect chocolate, though."

"Huh, why? It looks perfect to me, and I bet it tastes yummy!"

Yuuji stuffs one into his mouth, a pretty dark chocolate heart with a little cherry decor on top, and instantly moans and rolls his eyes as the sweet taste fills his mouth.

"Mmmmh, it's so good, baby!! Why do you think it's not enough?"

Yuuji looks at you with big golden eyes, genuinely baffled why you could think this gift isn't good enough. It makes you laugh as you can't help but reach out to ruffle his pretty pink hair affectionately.

"Because it wasn't sweet enough. No chocolate in this world is as sweet as you!"

Now Yuuji is the one who bursts out laughing. His arms tighten around you as his sweet, loud laughter fills the kitchen.

"You think so?"

He cocks his head, and there's the cutest blush on his cheeks, making them glow a pretty dark pink.

You nod and smile,

"Yeah, I do. You are the sweetest person in the world, Yuuji. You're a hero to everyone, but most of all, you are my personal hero. I love you so much. And I wish I could give you all the chocolate in the world today to show you how much I appreciate you. No gift in this world could ever convey how much you truly mean to me. So I guess I am cursed to never be able to find the perfect gift for you."

The blush on Yuuji's cheeks is even deeper now, and he blinks rapidly, honey eyes glittering golden with the unshed happy tears gathering in them. He is always so sweet, so tender, and genuine. Unable to hide his feelings, even if he wanted to.

It's another thing you appreciate so much about Yuuji. He doesn't lie to you. He doesn't hide things. You have seen every emotion on this beautiful face over the years, from joy to sadness to desire. But of course, you love it the most to see him so happy. That is your goal in life. You want to give him a reason to be happy until his or your last breath.

Yuuji's sweet laugh pulls you out of your thoughts, and you are met with his attractive boyish grin.

"I love you, cutie. Come, gimme a kiss, please."

He points to his lips, still grinning that big happy grin that gives you butterflies, and you lean closer, smiling as you press your lips to Yuuji's in a tender, loving kiss.

Warm, strong hands slip under your hoodie to hold your waist and caress your skin lovingly. The sweet taste of dark chocolate and cherry fills your mouth as you lick it off Yuuji's lips and tongue, moaning softly at the feeling of his tongue caressing yours.

When you pull away again, the happy grin is still on Yuuji's handsome face, and he beams at you with sparkling honey eyes,

"See, that's all the sweetness I need in my life. Only you. That will always be everything I need. Because you are my sweetie."

You laugh, feeling your pulse flutter at his cute words. But you won't let him get away with that today. Not when it's Valentine's Day, and you are supposed to show him your appreciation.

And so you put a finger under Yuuji's chin, making him look at you and smiling brightly at him as you tell him,

"No, you are my sweetie. You're sweet like chocolate, baby. The sweetest in the world."

The blush on Yuuji's cheek darkens, but the expression in his beautiful warm eyes is cheeky. That's the face of a man who never backs down from a challenge. Especially when it comes to a game of who loves who more.

You know those strong arms will lift you off his lap any moment now and carry you to the bedroom, where he will try to win this round.

But you won't make it easy for him. You plan to dedicate this whole day to showing and telling him how much you appreciate and love him. To let him know how sweet he is. How cute and pretty and sexy. And how attractive this heart of gold beating in his broad chest is.

No matter how much chocolate you will ever be able to eat, the sweetest thing will always be Yuuji himself.

Happy Valentine's Day to all of you!! Yuuji loves you so much!! And I love you too.

Thank you so much for reading this little story. It was really spontaneous, but I just HAD to write it after waking up to this craving for Yuuji. He deserves all the love in the world. I am very emotional right now, so this might be too much information, but Yuuji really is my personal hero. He helped me so much when I was at my worst. Whenever I get anxious or encounter something bad in my life, my thoughts go to him, which gives me comfort. I hope he can be the sunshine in your life too.

Reblogs and comments would be very sweet :) I would love to hear how you liked this story and also hear about your love for Yuuji.

#yuuji x reader #yuuji fluff #itadori x reader #itadori fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #yuji x reader #yuji fluff #yuuji x you #yuji x you #itadori x you

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vgperson · 1 year

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Vocaloid Highlights: February 2023

"I love building the industrial revolution in RIMEcraft." - M (identity withheld) Highlights Archive

========== Stand-Outs ========== Glowing Bluely Blue SEPIA NOTES Spoilers: The Culprit is Zundamon Song Dedicated to Everyone With Messy Writing To You, the Faker Photopsia Ah, Kuma. (Demon/Bear) Kyrie For Dear Life Flower and Wind Mind Castle Sweet State Drive Solitary Industrial Revolution YOU New Cult cicada Clinging to Role Anonymous M Fallen Angel Become the Wind I Am, We Are Miss Forgetful, Look This Way In Your Eyes Altamira -English ver.- Please Stand By Me

========== Worth Your Time ========== Make up Ahh, Peyudochi Hiiragi Kirai (Song Name) Candy Purple Fantasize Aspartame Magic Charm Glint Heartrate Pairing Pumpy Fake Show Never Had Someone I Like Say They Liked Me SIDE EFFECT Bewitching Love Monsters Pawmi's Floor-Gap-Gunk Music Softly. Huh? With you Flower Rotting Chiuchiu (Mooch-Mooch) February Water Ostriches' Brains Are Smaller Than Their Eyes BAKU☆NEW (Huge Boobs) Yuzuki Yukari Wanna Appear At the Summer Festival BODY IS HEALTHY Natsuki Karin Gets Her License Seafood☆Highway Dreaming Isle Impression Pier Pantomime-Ager Static Electricity Zap. Stray Cat Carrying a Leek Other Summer Recollection Starlight If Only Something Good Happened Chrononaut Winter Parade Myo 2 Wanna Eat Koharu Rikka's Hair Buns Goodnight Elegy Starry Phrase Heat Haze Prattling Valentine SUPERVILLAIN Whitely Love Damage! Damage! Damage! Ultra Rocket FxxKING LOVELY MUSIC Backside Spring Magical☆Cheer Depths Diner Nighthawks Sweet Valentine Immortal Flower Untitled Document (Remake) Nirvana Everything Up to Yesterday Konpeito Extremists Antibiotics Good Night Orangette Excuse Crescent Merry Unbirthday Self-Love Maiden Destiny Coughing Indigo and Higan Living Isn't Simple Regards to Messiah PROJECTION My Heart is Refusing Machine Island Reincarnation Repentance Night Fog Let's Die Together in a Mini-Theater Before Spring Falls Machine Krieg (long ver.) Marshmallow Crea Caffeine Loss Day Lily Miru Uncanny Pokkuri-san Easier to Just End It Already White Journey Girl Brûlée Scenario Beast Eros Ex Machina #psychedelic love Fruit of Wisdom Snowpile Park Saunter Waiting for Spring Say It's Regrettable Whereabouts of the Heart Without Permission Bandage Girl.mp3 Shall We Play Together Good Night Darling Lipstick Do-Do-Do Instinct

#vocaloid #vocaloid highlights

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thescribeoflostmemories · 1 year

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Valentine's nightmare

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Yan! Modern! Pantalone x Modern! Ex-idol! Reader x Yan! Modern! gangster! Childe

Using Childe's actual name

Tw: R18+, use of pet names/ using Sir, sexual themes(just a couple of crumbs), implied drug use, r18, bondage, death threats(implied), blackmail (kinda?), violation, knife play/food play, dub-con(?), allegations.

viewer's discretion is advised.

“I promised; that you and I are going to have a feast on the day of harvest. And we will have our fill of our chalice. A toast to our never ending baptism in sin and flaw. May we douse ourselves of greed's decadence, never again taste the light at the end of the tunnel.” - Scribe

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The meet and greet didn't go so smoothly, and you were expecting it. There are loads of questions that come to you about why you left. If you're being honest, your manager told you that'll be your last concert. You couldn't stop crying as you couldn't renew the contract as told by your lawyer.

Tears stained your pillow. You lived alone in a quaint little city you call home. You had posters of when your band first launched. Figurines decorated the acrylic stands with books, magazines or even that odd skull shaped paperweight next to it.

You recount all the terrible 'conspiracy theories' that made your stomach churn. Rumors to incite against you, it started when you climbed up the ranks. Other singers and staff members started to get into accidents. Your other teammates are cautious of you too, and it puzzled everyone.

"Mister fluffkins." Grabbing the stuffed toy next to the bed and hugging it. "Am I really a terrible person?" Rubbing your cheek with it. So silly, thinking a simple toy would answer you. "I guess, I do need some fresh air…" It doesn't hurt to go out once in a while.

So you change out of your clothes and freshen up. You have to say, it does feel nice to be out in the open like any other person. Nearly every store you went into has snippets of your band’s song. So you tried to avoid it to not let the situation get to you.

Lunch time, currently at the park bench eating some Ice cream. You had a couple of rolled cakes from a vending machine, maybe you should give one cake away.

"Hmm, maybe I should call up Childe. It has been a while." At least two months since you've last seen him, you're beginning to miss him.

Without her knowing, some group of thugs noticed her. Thinking it'll be some easy stuff to nab her. "Hey, missy. Need some company?" Sneered one with a baseball bat.

"Uhm… " You tried to ignore them but it only agro them.

"Miss, we'll be good to you.-"

"In what way, gentlemen?" You heard a familiar voice. From behind is Childe, who wrapped an arm around your neck.

"Huh, you're-" the ruffian's lackey seemed to notice Childe.

"The Tartaglia gang from down the lane right? Come here, girlie. Let's get away from these guys and I'll show you around. I'm sure you'll like to look at a beautiful scene instead."

" Wait, Juju. Let's just go-" one tried to pull your harasser away from the scene.

"don't ignore us, pretty boy! " He broke free and tried to punch the ginger haired man.

" Usually, I'd play a bit more. But in this case. Close your eyes and ears, girlie." He ordered before going in, dodging a punch by sidestepping. In comes another punch to the side from the thug. Childe decided to give an uppercut to end the charade in one fell swoop, causing the towering man to tumble over.

"Tell your boss, I'll be looking forward to that discipline of yours." You couldn't see it, but the lackeys know what he meant by discipline. Him beating the fuck out of them.

"Yes, sir! Sorry!" They scurry off, carrying their fallen ally. Childe turns to you and smiles.

"I told you to look away." He says walking over to you. You checked up on him for any hidden injuries, only for him to pull your hands away when you were about to check his shirt.

"Childe, what if you got hurt?" To which he replied with a hearty laugh.

"Awe, that's sweet of you to care so much about me. Pumpkin." You sighed and let go of him, scratching your head. Your ice cream got thrashed on the ground but at least some of your things aren't disturbed.

"Thanks, anyway, Childe." You thanked him

"Nah, no problem." An idea seemed to sparked in his mind and grabbed your hand.

" Oh yeah, ___. Are you free later this Saturday? "

A pit in your stomach made you furrow your brows together. "Childe, you've known me since high school." You sighed, and as usual he tried to ask you out.

" Please, a friend of mine told me to have a date by then. If I bring Tonya instead, he'll make fun of me." He pouted, which is kinda true. There would be one person who would jest that he didn't get a date, and his foster father would just try and set him up with someone's daughter he knows of.

" Please, I'll treat you with some of that (pref. Food) downtown after that!" He bowed his head and put his hands together, you're familiar with that hand gesture since he had mentioned he's friends with a guy from a certain area that's riddled with other gang members.

" Childe… " You sighed before giving your answer.

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" Childe! Slow down!" You screeched, holding onto his waist as tightly as possible. A few days have passed, after buying a brand new outfit for Childe's invitation. You felt uneasy about this, especially when you're nearly crying to dear life.

"Haha! Sorry ____, it's the fastest way to get there since you took too long to get ready! " With glee he takes such a thrill in the situation. Especially with you so close to him, he could feel your chest on his back. His heart was pumping in anticipation.

"Childe!" Cold wind hit your face as you closed your eyes and held on for dear life. Zooming past numerous people and a couple of warning signs to slow down. You both were lucky that the Police didn't seem to notice his speed limit.

Infront is a very fancy restaurant, your manager tried to take you to this particular establishment before you left. 'Poison ou Poisson' sounds pretty intimidating to you.

"You didn't tell me that it was this fancy." Now you feel silly wearing a simple dress.

"You're worrying too much, babe. He's understanding." He's never this dismissive to her, it only deepens her concern of this friend of hers.

"But Childe… " you mumbled as he pulled you into the restaurant where many eyes were placed on you from other customers and staff.

Nervous as a squirrel, you fiddle with your hands while Childe talks to the server.

Up came a man clad in black and hints of blues and purples. "Ah, 'Childe', welcome. And who is this lovely lady of yours?" The light lipped man kissed your hand. Velvet-y voice could lull you to sleep if he wanted. Blushing you replied, stuttering mess.

"That name sounds familiar, but nevertheless. It's a lovely name for a woman like yourself" He knows, yet coys with you.

"Th-thank you, sir..?" You noticed that he hasn't batted an eye due to his eyes covered by his lashes.

"Please, just 'Sir' is enough." As much as he would love to tell you his actual name. The bliss of hearing you say sir incites a hidden joy within him.

"Childe, why did you bring her here? I told you; 'come here at this date.' not with a date." The affluent man sighed, but not out of exasperation. Gloved hand partially covered his face before a twisted smile arose, hidden behind it. Overhearing their conversation from mister fluffkins's mic in her room while she's dressing up. So he had to hurry up and rent out the entire place and fill it with his own hand-picked staff so none would be the wiser.

"You told me last time." Childe, pouted. If you had known better, this would be considered an interactive, and elaborate play. Starring you as the protagonists' love interest.

"Gentlemen and Lady, your seats are ready." The waiter says.

" Let's go, you two." 'Sir' gestures for both Childe and you to come with him to the table. The most private table out of the rest.

The meal was silent for the most part, it only feeds your gnawing anxiety as it goes on. Occasionally, you'd see the bifocaled man eyeing you during the conversation while you eat the strawberries off the cake first.

"You liked strawberries, yes?" He said after placing the strawberry from his cake to yours. Childe went away probably to the restrooms.

"Here." He took a piece of his cake and offered his fork to you. You were hesitant with that, looking back at his face. That perturbed smile rests on his face, his eyes ever so slightly open.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" His lips pursed a bit, his head tilted to one side. Curious, why you aren't that interested in the fruit nor the cake like you'd usually do.

"N-nothing, it's just that. You remind me of someone, yet at the same time I don't know anyone with your face nor voice." Which is true, but to be honest you pulled that out of your ass.

This thought alone entertained Pantalone, and his fox-like smile returned. "Hmm, maybe we did cross paths once." He pushed the fork gently to your ruby tinted lips.

"But that's no use to think about, try living in the now, little miss." He didn't want to open the wounds, hearing those cries in the night whenever you hugged mister fluffkins. It breaks his heart, he wishes to just pull you into his embrace and murder the bastards that dare whisper terrible things into your ear.

But now you're here, with him. Since he was so insistent with feeding you cake, you opened your mouth. He wondered what that candied lips of yours taste like, he had dreams of it every night.

There's chocolate sauce next to their plate, surely Tartaglia wouldn't mind if Pantalone took a bit of initiative. Dipping the fruit in the dark substance, and feeding it to her. Who hesitantly ate it and got some of the sauce on her lip.

"There's some chocolate.." He pointed at his own lip to where the dip had stained your perfect lips. Of course, you got a napkin and tried to wipe it off, successfully.

He got closer with his own napkin to wipe it off. "Silly, it's over here." There's a strong odor wafting from the napkin as he wipe the stain, inhaling it causing her to feel drowsy.

"Ah… "You hold on to Pantalone's hand, he looked surprised at the notion. "S-sorry but, I need to go now." Eyelids blinking slowly, as if fluttering to sleep. So you stood up and tried to walk away.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, my Rose." He managed to catch you as you nearly fell down. Everything's so dizzy and distant.

"Ajax, you simpleton! You were supposed to meet me alone!" You could hear Childe's faint voice from behind.

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"Oh my, she’s cute down there, but even cuter on my lap.” You're awake, but didn't dare to move, all you know is that you're restrained. Hands bound from behind, eyes blindfolded and your mouth gagged.

"You claim to know her personally, but do you really?" Pantalone hummed, a click of something and a couple of thuds. Are they playing a game while you're being held hostage? For what? There are other more wealthy people than you. You're nothing more than a fallen pop star sensation.

"Oh yea? Name that one guy who made her cry every night for four months." Childe seemed pissed as another satisfying click like glass was heard. He tsk'd, he probably missed and lost focus. But your ex-boyfriend from college? The one who left you for that one night hooker?

"Is that it? A toddler could answer that one. Try again, Ajax the lesser." You could have sworn you could hear him snigger at 'Childe'. Making the next player's chance at striking hit something out of frustration.

" Why you-! " Ajax broke something wooden.

“Then if you really know her, why did she get into the entertainment industry?” Pantalone crooned, as calm as you could picture him. He wouldn't dare to make a fool of himself in your presence.

"Oh… ohhhhh." Realization hits the skirmish loving man like a brick, or rather a cue stick from behind his head.

"Indeed, why not show her to just let us love her instead of her needing others' approval." Suddenly Pantalone's footsteps come over to you, caressing your cheek so lovingly. He knows.

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(DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE 'DESSERT' PROCEED TO THE NEXT LINE BREAKER)

"Look at her, so wet." Something tore your top part open like a knife then followed by hands groping you. "Mm." One moaned between your legs, like a starved man. His hands gripped on your thighs when you closed

Whimpers were muffled by a ball gag that they forced on you. Drool dripping down your chin, you could feel someone kissing your neck. "Gods… This is better than I imagined." Groaned what you assumed is Childe or Ajax rather, mouth pressed up to your clothed sex. Embarrassed, you tried to press together your legs to separate him and yourself. But it only pulled him closer, having to kiss and worship you.

"She loves it." The flirtatious man whom you've just met mumbled in your ear, fondling your exposed skin and leaving love marks on your neck from behind. Deft hand cut the underwear off letting Ajax dig in like an actual child getting their favorite meal. Amused as you writhe in a fraction pleasure of what they could do to you on his lap.

"Be a good girl and let us love you." The Regrator teased your ear before rubbing the little nub above your slit, he felt your body squirm against him. Undoing the gag before capturing your lips with his. Your legs stretched and toes curled in delight while it rests on Ajax's shoulder, haggard breaths and sob like whines echoed in the room.

"We have a long night ahead of us, Rose. You'll love it here." He groans when he feels you grinding against his crotch.

All you could do is mumble such nonsensical words, brain turning mush. Just hearing your satisfied indulgence, only pushes them to do more with you. The sweet scent from the incense fills your mind with one thing only.

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You did it, you escaped! Laughing and wailing at your new found freedom, laying in wait as you try to flee to your parents' home.

"What..?" You looked at them in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, ____. You need to find a husband, we're not always here for you." Your mother cried while your father looked away at the contract they signed their daughter away for.

Voices echoed in your mind, as bells chimed closer to your inevitable fate had in mind since the day you were born.

"You can't escape from us, darling Rose."

" From this point on, your husbands are going to take good care of you."

The things I do for y'all. Happy Saints and Souls day(s)

Tag: @youyue , @mellowwillowy

#reader insert #fatui x reader #genshin x reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone x you #childe x y/n #yandere pantalone #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #yandere childe

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One Year

Yasmina and Althena one-year anniversary fic! I haven't posted about them nearly enough, but here's sweet little fic I wrote. For the purposes of this fic Celine lives with her father and uncle :3

Taglist: @violetsareblue-selfships, @silver-heller (go here if you want to be added!)

A quiet alarm tone draws Celine into consciousness. It's barely loud enough to draw her attention. The barest hints of sun stream through the window, casting a faint light over the room as Celine reaches out with a clawed hand, and clumsily turns off the alarm. She doesn't want to get up, but she does anyways. It's a bit of an ordeal to extricate himself from the tangle of limbs that are Yasmina and Althena. Althena, in particular, has buried her face firmly in Celine's neck. Once free, she stretches, catlike, with a yawn. The calendar hanging on the wall has a day circled. The current day. The fifteenth of February, the day after Valentine's Day. In Celine's messy and excited handwriting it says "ONE YEAR GFS", with a ton of underlines. That fills her with excitement, and she sneaks over to her dresser.

In the top drawer is a dress, one Yasmina had picked out for him. He knew she'd picked out matching ones for herself and Althena, which are currently sitting right next to his. She throws on the dress and slips on a cloak that she'd picked out. Once again, her girlfriends have matching ones.

With that done, it's time to put her plan into action.

Pausing at the door, she looks at her girlfriends. Althena has slid against the bed, curling into Yasmina. Their face is buried into Yasmina's neck already, and Celine giggles fondly. He swings the door open, and slips into the hallway.

The apartment should be mostly empty at this time of the morning, especially with Dorian gone on a case. Mortimer might have returned, but Celine's not sure.

It flicks on the overhead light in the kitchen, before stretching and cracking its knuckles. Today's a special day, and Celine has plans. A letter sits on the kitchen island. It's from his uncle Mortimer, saying that he'd returned from his trip to Restville, but he'd stay out of Celine and its girlfriends' hair.

It throws on an apron and then picks its music player up from the counter, plugging in a pair of headphones and popping them in its ears. It selects its first song and slips the music player into a pocket of the dress.

With the music playing, the first order of business is to dance around the kitchen, getting eggs, flour, milk, butter, baking soda, and a few other things. She twirls around laughing quietly as she measures out the ingredients. A whisk is retrieved, and used as a microphone as she mixes the ingredients. As the songs play, Celine dances around and makes pancakes. The stack grows, pancake by pancake, until the batter is all gone.

Next on the list is eggs. He retrieves the eggs from the fridge again, and uses them to whip up omlettes for each young adult, plus an extra one for his uncle.

He's noticing the shift in energy, a magical pressure to change to his human form. He doesn't, expending the energy to remain in this more comfortable form. The claws get in the way a bit, but he doesn't mind. It's in the middle of belting out a lyric to a sappy love song when a voice cuts through it- "So... one year, huh?"

Celine jumps, whirling around. His uncle is standing in the hallway, wearing a hoodie with no mask or gloves. Uncle Mortimer nods, probably smiling, and Celine smiles back. Wistfully she replies, "Yeah, I still can't believe it. It's only been one year, it feels like so much longer."

Uncle Mortimer pauses for a moment, turning to look behind him. Celine uses this moment to finish up the food, and take off her apron.

"Sounds like the girls are getting up. I'll get out of your hair. Happy anniversary to my favorite niece," he says playfully. He ruffles her hair, and she squawks quietly and swats at the invisible hand, missing completely.

"Kitty-cat? What's going on out here?"

"Sweetheart, what smells so good?"

Althena and Yasmina stumble into the hallway, both looking tired. Both are wearing their dresses, cloaks being held in Yasmina's hands. Althena stretches, and approaches Celine. Yasmina is close behind them, and leans around her partner to kiss Celine on the cheek.

"Good morning, my loves! I made breakfast!"

Celine settles them around the kitchen island, then pours drinks to each of his partners. He then sits between them, and receives a kiss from each one. He blushes fiercely, but smiles. He looks from Yasmina, to Althena, and back again. Then it murmurs, still blushing, "Happy anniversary, loves."

Yasmina and Althena echo the sentiment as they dig into the means provided by their girlfriend.

The three of them have a beautiful morning, eating pancakes and eggs, and talking about anything yet nothing. They discuss what Althena has planned for the day, as well as what Yasmina has planned for dinner. The morning was Celine's part, and now it's time for her girlfriends to take charge of the day.

It's a beautiful one year anniversary, and Celine can't wait to see how the rest of it goes.

#f/o anniversary #selfship anniversary #self ship anniversary #romantic selfship #romantic self ship #romantic selfshipping #romantic self shipping #romantic f/o #romantic fictional other #s/i | celine aers/brown | detectives united #🔥👑 the scarlet princess | yasmina taylor #🪪💅 a shifting form | althena rivera #ship | spirit shapeshifter princess #🫥🥀 blue rose in bloom | mortimer brown #dorian mention but i'm not gonna bother tagging him #💛❤️💜 brought together by fate 💜❤️💛

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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year

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For the valentines prompts: “see, this is the true meaning of valentine’s day.” “box wine and enough candy to kill a horse?!” “you heard me.” Encanto: Brunos and his sisters being aroace Allies by celebrating happy to be single day with him

Bruno can hear footsteps outside of his hiding place and heaves a deep and long suffering sigh. It was to be expected, after all.

"Alright, alright", he mutters as the door of the closet slowly opens and a beam of light hits his face. He doesn't look up. "Please spare me your disappointed frown, Mama. I wasn't hiding. I was just… looking for something and -"

He is interrupted by what feels like hundreds of small projectiles raining down on top of him. Bruno flinches and holds his arms up to cover his head, but it's more out of surprise than pain. When the attack is over he opens his eyes and sees dozens of small candies wrapped in colorful paper scattered around his crouched form. There are also some chocolates.

When he looks up it's not his mother but his two sisters who are standing in the doorway. Pepa is holding a basket upside down over his head, probably the same basket that had contained all the candy, and regards him with a wide grin. Julieta stands behind her and is holding two bottles of wine, also smiling.

"Make room, loser." Pepa commands and immediately squeezes herself into the closet. Bruno scoots backwards, crushing chocolate and candy beneath his butt on the way. Julieta wedges herself inside on his other side and pulls the door closed behind her. Pepa has a small sun hovering over her head, a clear sign of her good mood. It allows Bruno to stare into their faces and actually see them stare back.

"What do you want?"

"What do you mean, what do we want?" Pepa snarks back.

Julieta giggles and opens one of the bottles of wine. There are no cups, but no matter how well Alma has raised them, they have never really needed cups when it came to alcohol. Prim and proper Julieta takes a large sip right from the bottle before passing it on to her brother.

"We are here to show you the true meaning of Valentine's day."

Bruno winces at the mention of today's date. But where his mother has hounded him with demands to give chocolates to pretty much all the girls in hopes of one of them accepting them (and him), he knows that his sisters understand why he can't and doesn't want to do that.

He takes a mouthful of the wine and absent-mindedly notices that it's his favorite before passing it back to Juli. What did he do to deserve such wonderful sisters?

"So the true meaning is wine and enough candy to kill a horse?"

"I said what I said." Julieta leans around him and nudges Pepa. "Little miss popular got so much candy and chocolate, if she ate it all herself she would explode."

Pepa preens. Bruno picks one of the candies up and throws it into her hair. "So I'm getting your leftovers? Harsh!" He notices a small heart-shaped box that she holds on her lap and tries to snatch it away. Pepa lifts it out of his reach. "What about those?"

"No! Those are not for sharing. Those are mine!"

Julieta swings the bottle in an arch. Bruno has a feeling that it's not the first one she's started today. "Those are from Feeee-liiiiix", she sing-songs in a mocking tone.

Pepa snatches the bottle out of her hand. "Shut it, Juli! Don't think I didn't notice you squirreling away the pot of honey Gus gave you."

Bruno unwraps one of the candies and watches his sisters bicker back and forth. When he puts it into his mouth the taste is very sweet.

The true meaning of Valentine's day, huh? Despite everything, he thinks he can get behind that one.

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Ahhhh aroace Bruno my beloved! Thanks for this wonderful prompt

I'm accepting prompts until February 14th💕

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto prompts #encanto triplets #encanto bruno madrigal #Encanto Pepa madrigal #Encanto Julieta madrigal #Aroace Bruno Madrigal #Aro Bruno madrigal #disney encanto #answered ask

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bryan360 · 2 months

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How about that sweet rodent couple of the year, huh? It was my idea of thinking of Gerby’s relationship with Sallie Chips in concept. I’ll even throw some facts that they’re live next door each other: hint the tree they’re sitting at was Sallie’s tree home.

Gerby’s home though is on underground, so he can be anywhere by surprise. At least Sallie won’t mind as long she can see his face or hear his lovely songs. 🥰

Anyways, do wish them a good Valentine’s Day tomorrow; especially in their small sizes like any other critters out there.

#reblog #reblog post #secret art trade #art trade #ocs #animal ocs #gopher #chipmunk #valentine's day #early valentine’s day #artwork #digital artwork #etc.#february 2024 #february 13th 2024

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headoverheelsforramsey · 2 years

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Dil Na Jaaneya ~ The Heart Doesn't Know

Book : Open Heart Book 1 (Set between ch. 10 & 11)

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Summary : Tensions run high between Ethan and Meera as a Valentine's Day Compatibility Quiz bring their feelings to the surface.

Category : Fluffy Angst

Warnings : None

Rating : General

Word Count : 3808 (this is longer than I wanted it to be but it'll be worth it I promise)

Trope : Valentine's Day, Pining

A/N 1 : Valentine's fic in September who am I? 😂 This is a request from dearest Ruby @starrystarrytrouble from this prompt list, still accepting requests if y'all want to send some in. Thank you so much for sending it, the prompt will appear in bold. ❤️

A/N 2 : This fic is inspired by Never Have I Ever season 3 episode 3, if you have watched it you know exactly what I am talking about. This is also my late submission for @choices-september-challenge-blog Day 2 : Cliffhanger Ending. Buckle up and get ready for the Angst, Happy Reading! 💜

Song inspo for title :

Out of all the things in the world Meera certainly did not expect the burst of pink, red, glitter, roses and balloons all over the hospital lobby when she stepped into it for a twelve hour shift. It was too early for all the cheer of celebrating a consumerist and frankly stupid holiday and she didn't need the reminder of being single. Well not exactly single, after the Miami conference but it was complicated to say the least.

Pushing all such thoughts away, Meera mentally prepared herself for a long shift because such holidays tend to bring out the stupidity in people and the hospitals have a field day, also being an intern she didn't have the luxury of staying in bed all day and finishing three pints of ice-cream like she would very much have liked to.

Putting on her best pre-coffee smile Meera approached the nurses' station to log in for the day. Marlene handed her several case files and a glittery pink envelope with a heart in the center and her name printed in bold elegant letters.

"What's this?" Meera asked, intrigued.

"Oh! You remember that HR evaluation sheet everybody had to fill out a couple of weeks back?" Marlene said clearly excited.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, it wasn't actually for HR. It was a compatibility test to see who you are most compatible with among the entire EB staff!"

"Wow!" Meera put on a fake smile clearly not being able to understand the enthusiasm behind this.

"I know! Right? The nurses organized it, I mean we all work so hard we should get the opportunity to play as hard right? Listen," Marlene leaned in conspiratorially, "just let me know, who you got there and I'll give him your number. You gotta loosen up girl! Go out, have some fun!"

"Thanks Marlene, I'll be sure to let you know," Meera smiled back, moving away from the nurses' station and heaving a sigh of relief as soon as she turned away.

"So now we are getting scammed at work?" Meera walked into the locker room, clearly frustrated.

"Yup, the day isn't far when they'll make us sign bonds for our organs in the name of HR evaluations," Jackie scoffed while tying her shoes.

"Exactly! I mean please let just agree that this quiz is stupid and it's like a bunch of high school crap."

"I think it's sweet," Sienna said, "Look who I got!" she said excitedly, passing the card to Meera.

Your Perfect Match is : DANNY CARDINAL (78% compatible)

"OMG Si! Way to go!" Meera enveloped her fellow dolphin in a hug.

"Hey Sienna," Danny's voice makes them break apart. "I got you too!" he said smiling from ear to ear.

"Really?" Sienna managed to say, as colours rose to her cheeks.

"Aww, look at you two!" Meera was so happy for her friend.

"Whatever, dude," Jackie rolled her eyes. "I still think it's stupid."

"Actually, it's quite scientific, this quiz was made on the basis of a study conducted by MIT researchers on human behavior and psychology," Danny informed.

"I don't think it's stupid," Landry now joined in the conversation. "See, who I got," he held up his card for everyone to see :

Your Perfect Match is : ETHAN RAMSEY (53% compatible)

Meera's eyes went wide and she could not help but feel a pang of jealousy hammer against her heart. The others in the locker room also went still with shock.

"I mean he is my medical idol, and I think he'll appreciate the scientific compatibility that is between the two of us," Landry rambled on alone.

"You know what, I think I'll show this to him today and maybe ask…" suddenly conscious of the silent locker room and everyone's eyes on him, Landry shoved the card inside his scrub pocket and awkwardly left the room.

"Wow, that was a surprise," Sienna broke the silence with a concerned look at Meera.

"Yeah, he actually rigged the test," Danny said.

"He did what?" the jealousy in Meera's heart slowly dying down.

"He actually bribed one of the nurses to get into Dr. Ramsey's answers and tried to match it up," Danny informed once again.

"See another reason why this is dumb," Jackie bit into her apple.

"Anyways, Si, if you are free tonight, maybe…" Danny paused clearly looking nervous, "we can get drinks?"

Meera could see the happiness in Sienna's eyes.

"Sorry Danny, I have plans with Wayne tonight," Sienna answered, unable to look at him directly. "But let's reschedule? First round on me!"

"Sure, of course," Danny smiled, "I'll get back to work."

"You okay, Si?" Meera asked as she plopped on the bench.

After taking a few deep breaths Sienna answered, "yeah, but enough about me, tell me who you got?"

"Me? Si that's not necessary."

"Yes Bose, I want to know too," Jackie smirked.

"It's no one… I don't even know him…"

"Now you are making me even more intrigued."

Jackie's words seemed to corner Meera as she desperately searched her brain for an answer.

"Hey, hey, what's up everybody?" Bryce's jovial voice, seemed to dissipate the tension.

"Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you this is a no scalpel jockey zone," Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Jokes on you because I am not alone today, meet my friend Lucas."

Meera looked upto see a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking deep into hers. On eye contact Lucas looked down shyly, that’s when Meera took in the man’s physique. Well built, almost at the same height as Bryce and brown locks adorning the forehead.

“Go on buddy,” Bryce patted his back encouragingly.

Lucas approached Meera and handed her the now familiar envelope. Confused, Meera opened it to reveal :

Your Perfect Match is : MEERA BOSE (85% compatible)

“Just a heads up, Lucas here has had a crush on you since the beginning, but never got the courage to approach you, and you know with the impersonation of cupid that I am, I couldn’t sit with my arms folded,”Bryce gloated.

Lucas looked up hopefully at her. Suddenly aware of all the eyes boring into her, Meera did the only thing her brain could come up with.

“Lucas!!” Meera put on the biggest smile she possibly could. “You know, I got you too,” she turned to look at Jackie. “What a coincidence.”

“Really?” Lucas’s smile could light up a village, “Listen, if it’s okay with you… would you… like…” Lucas gulpped “like… to… go out with me… tonight?“

Oh shit! Meera thought, what else was she expecting? Come on brain think of something. Just as she was about to open her mouth Lucas’ pager went off.

“Sorry!” he hurriedly looked at it. “I need to go,” he smiled leaving the rest of the interns.

“So? What do you think Bose? Did I do a good job?” Bryce winked.

“Sure,” Jackie answered instead, “he looked like he would suffer an aneurysm, if Meera said no. I just don’t see how they are compatible, again more proof that this whole thing is stupid.”

“Its not stupid, and I am going to prove it to you,” Bryce handed his card to Jackie.

Jackie skimmed over it and handed it over to Meera with a dry laugh. “Good luck meathead, you’re gonna need it.”

Your Perfect Match is : INES DELAROSA (69% compatible)

“But Ines is… “ Sienna tried to warn Bryce but Jackie’s one look made her stop.

Ines poked her head into the locker room, “guys rounds in ten.”

“Hey, Ines,” Bryce leaned against the door frame. "I know, I should start with Dr. Delarosa but let's just skip beating round the bush. So you know this little compatibility test going around the hospital?" Bryce handed her his card and a very shocked Ines accepted it. "What do you say to a little wine and dine tonight?" Bryce completes with a bow.

"Wow!" Ines is still a little dumbfounded. "I am going to try to make this as gentle as possible, Dr. Lahela I hate to break it to you I am gay."

"Wh-what?"

"And even if I wasn't, you wouldn't be my type," Ines handed him his card back and left with a polite smile.

"Damn!" Sienna said.

"He certainly did not expect that," Meera laughed as Bryce still could not comprehend what had just happened.

"She is joking right? Playing hard to get?"

"No, meathead," Jackie hit his arm playfully. "That's why I said this whole thing is just stupid."

Bryce watched Jackie intently. "Who did you get Varma?"

"How is that relevant?" Jackie became defensive at once.

"You have been against this quiz the whole time and it makes me very intrigued to know who is on your card."

"So what? Bose thinks it is stupid too."

"Yeah but we know her perfect match, yours though remains a mystery."

"And that's the way it'll stay," Jackie tries to make a run for it but Bryce easily blocks her and plucks the card out from her white coat pocket.

"Hey! Give that back!" as Jackie protested, Bryce tossed the card towards Meera who opened it at once :

Your Perfect Match is : HARPER EMERY (77% compatible)

"Jackie! This is good," Meera exclaimed. "She is smart, intelligent, attractive and totally your type why are you hiding this?"

"Yeah but she is Harper Emery," Jackie plucked the card out of Meera's hand. "Like the Harper Emery, chief of medicine, our boss. Do you think it's ever going to work out?"

Meera knew that was a rhetorical question but boy did it hit home.

"Yeah she is smart, intelligent and attractive but I don't even know if she likes women? And I am not about to embarrass myself like Lahela here," Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Aww, Jackie!" Sienna started approaching her.

"Don't try to hug me Trinh," Jackie warned. "Let's just get to work and get over with today."

As the interns slowly emptied the locker room. Meera could not help but look at her own envelope. Intrigued, she had opened it on the elevator itself and the name on it had left her speechless. With a deep breath she opened it once again :

Your Perfect Match is : ETHAN RAMSEY (98% compatible)

She moved her fingers over his name as memories of Miami seeped back in. She dried off the single tear that escaped, before securely putting the envelope in her locker and putting on her white coat.

As the day moved on the cheer of Valentine's Day didn't seem to die down. Patients had caught onto the compatibility quiz and pestered to know the answer for every doctor they met. The gossip and rumor mill was actively running with all sorts of news.

Meera had just finished a consult and was discussing the case with Sienna when she spotted him. Standing at the nurses' station, frustration clearly marked all over his face, trying to make quick work of the charts he is signing. But what happened next kept the entire hospital reeling.

"Dr. Ramsey…" Landry approached Ethan.

"Yes?" he said without looking up from his chart.

"So… you must have heard about the compatibility test going around the hospital today?" Obtaining no reaction from Ethan whatsoever Landry continued, "you know it's developed by MIT researchers and… it's highly scientific." Landry stopped to inhale, "and I know how much you… love… scientific analysis, so…" he then tried to open his envelope and takeout his card but dropped it and another couple of charts instead.

After muttering a curse under his breath he stooped down to pick it up. When he finally stood again, he saw Ethan's blue eyes staring into his, expression unreadable as always.

"So…" Landry extended his card with shaking hands, "I just wanted… to… let you know… scientifically you and… I… are compatible," he stopped to see if there was any change in expression, but it remained the same.

"And if you… umm you… you…" as Landry grasped for his next words, Ethan Ramsey cleared his throat.

"Are you done with this? Dr…" his heavy baritone voice making the entire hospital silent.

"Olsen," Landry completed in a timid voice, handing him his card.

"I can take this off your hands," Ethan takes the card and rips it off in half and that half in another half until nothing but pieces of paper remain scattered on the floor. "Your hands were so full with that you seemed to have lost track of your actual duty, what you are paid to do," he said handing atleast two dozen case files to Landry. "These are your assigned cases for the day, I want them all done before you leave the hospital premises today, get back to work Dr…"

"Olsen," Landry's voice now so small he himself couldn't hear it.

"Yes, Olsen, get back to work, you have a long day ahead."

With that Ethan Ramsey made his way towards the elevator leaving behind a shocked, silent audience of hospital staffs. But not before he stole a glance at the familiar brown eyes, and curly hair. Before his eyes could wander further down her body, he schooled his features and left.

Ethan walked into his office. The heavy glass doors cutting off the hospital noises and providing him respite from the horrendous holiday being celebrated all over. He sighed at the sight of the pink envelope peeking from the middle of his stack of paperwork.

He wanted to throw it away, tear it even but he found his heart betraying his brain as he reached for the envelope and put it securely on his inner left coat pocket. The envelope now rested over his heart, ironically mocking the person he is slowly growing to be.

He could hear her infectious laughter, echoing from the walls of the abandoned new wing of the hospital. Ethan stopped at the threshold of Naveen's cabin, drawing in a breath, he put on a professional face.

"Keep it down Naveen, you are going to give away our secret hiding spot."

"I can't," Naveen doubled down with laughter, "you have to listen to what this Lahela guy did today!"

As Naveen and Meera share another laugh, Ethan rolled his eyes. "Any new updates, Dr. Bose?"

"Yes!" Meera quickly goes back to her game face, "the oxygen level seems to improve and so does the sodium-potassium levels, I think we should stick to this treatment plan for a few more days."

"Boring!" Naveen comments as Meera hands over the tablet for Ethan to review. "Give me more details Meera, who did the others get on their compatibility test?"

"You seem interested enough," Ethan says nonchalantly.

"Ofcourse I am! I might be in the hospital but I miss all the shenanigans and gossip! You know, Meera if I was still there, I bet I would have atleast a dozen matches!"

"Sure Dr. Banerji," Meera chuckled, "I am sure you have a lot of game."

"Yes I do! And I believe to pass some of it onto my mentee as well but he seems to not enjoy it. Please tell me Ethan, I'm fortunate enough to know who is on your card?"

"No."

"You are no fun! Meera here is gonna share with us. Won't you dear?"

Meera's heart skipped a beat, she nervously sneeked a glance at Ethan. He seemed engrossed in the chart but she could swear he looked up to meet her eyes for a split second.

"Come on! Don't deprive an old sick man of gossip," Naveen's voice cut through Meera's train of thoughts.

"Lucas Whitlock," Meera said, keeping a close eye on Ethan out of the corner of her eyes.

"Who?" Ethan shouted in his head as Naveen actually said it.

"He a surgical intern and one of Bryce's friends."

"So how is this Lucas? Is he handsome? Did he ask you out?" as Naveen launched into a string of questions Ethan adjusted the dosages of the medicines and quickly took his leave.

No matter how much he tried convincing himself, his heart still wasn't ready to handle the image of her with someone else.

Meera sat on one of the benches in the locker room giving her joints a much needed massage. She looked at the red bodycon dress hanging in her locker and didn't know why her heart sank at the thought of getting ready to go out with Lucas. She was very much tempted to go home and spend the night with ice-cream like she had originally planned.

A soft sob drawed Meera's attention towards the bathroom. A decked up Sienna made her way out and Meera jumped to her feet to help her sit down.

"Hey, hey, hey Si. What happened?"

"Wayne…" Sienna dabbed at her eyeliner stained cheek, "he can't make it… again!"

"Oh Si!" Meera pulled her in an embrace as she emptied her heart out. "It's okay, he doesn't deserve you."

As the tears dried up Meera helped Sienna clean up her makeup. "You know what we should do? Let's get the biggest pint of ice-cream and put on a sappy movie! The best way to celebrate Valentine's Day!" Meera tried making her friend smile.

"No! I can't do that to you. You have been through so much lately you deserve to have fun!"

"We will have fun Si! We don't need no man! And you out of all people know that I can't go out with Lucas." Meera sighed a distant look on her face.

"Don't do this to yourself Meera," Sienna reached for her hands. "I know what's going on in your heart, but that shouldn't stop you from having fun. Go out, enjoy yourself! It doesn't have to mean anything."

"Okay," taking in a deep breath Meera said. "but on one condition, you will have to go out with Danny."

"Meera! It's not the same."

"Take your own advice Si. Just go out and have fun, it doesn't have to mean anything."

The dolphins shared a long look and after some more encouragement from Meera, Sienna agreed.

"Yay!" Meera squealed. "Let's fix your make up."

Sienna chuckled as the two of them got ready.

Meera stood at the hospital lobby, waiting for her "date". It felt weird even if she didn't say it out loud. She looked around, the compatible test had actually helped a lot of people get into the Valentines spirit.

"Wow!" a voice caught her attention. Dressed in jeans and a blazer Lucas could easily blend in with the crowd but once you meet those brown orbs he is hard to be missed. "You look…"

"very appropriate" the voice in her head completed.

"amazing!" Lucas said.

"You look great too," Meera manages a smile.

"You ready to go?" he extends his hand.

Meera nods, avoiding his extended hand. As the two stepped towards the exit Meera looks back at the hospital one last time for that night only to find the pair of Miami blue eyes on her from the balcony on the second floor. Her world seemed to stop as she sensed regret in those eyes but it was all gone too soon. He carefully looked at her one last time as if memorising each and every detail before moving out of her vision.

"Hey, you okay?" Lucas asked concerned since she hadn't moved in the past two minutes.

Meera gives a small nod and heads out of the hospital with long strides not looking back to see if Lucas was following her.

The night seemed to be going well? If by well it meant trying to stay sober even after having too many drinks. Lucas was great, they had pleasant conversation and he was great company but yet all Meera could think about was her boss' face and the look in his eyes. Yeah boss she'd drink to that Meera smiled to herself picking up her glass and bringing to her lips.

"Earth to Meera!" Lucas' voice broke Meera out of her trance not for the first time that night.

"I'm sorry!" Meera felt really guilty, "I am just a little distracted."

"Yeah a little," Lucas shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

Damn! You make even the nicest of people loose their calm. What an awful person are you?

"Wanna dance?" Meera offered.

"Sure. Why not," she was relieved to see the smile back on Lucas' face.

Meera took his hand this time and made her way to the dance floor. Their rhythm was out of beat sometimes but Meera was starting to have fun. After a few songs the music in the bar shifted to a slow romantic one and Lucas pulled her close in an embrace.

Suddenly it wasn't fun anymore, Meera felt her throat closing up, but before she could protest, she found Lucas leaning in waiting for her to meet him halfway.

I'm beginning to realize… there are some things that are worth any risk.

"I'm sorry," she uttered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I have to go," Meera untangles herself.

"Meera, wait! Did I make a mistake? We can work it out, I promise."

She nods negatively, unable to look at him, "I made a mistake and I'll have to rectify it." She rushes out of the bar as tears break free from her eyes.

On the other side of Boston, Ethan Ramsey entered his dark, lonely alcove. Not feeling the need to turn the lights on he stood in front of the floor to ceiling window which illuminated a magical picture of the Boston skyline but prevented the Valentine cheer to enter the soulless apartment.

He closed his eyes desperately trying to remove the scandalous image of one doey-eyed intern clad in luxurious red, hugging and amplifying each of her curves and the things he could do to her if… if he allowed himself to.

Shaking his head he headed into the kitchen, he needed a stiff drink or even two if he wanted to survive the night. He rolled up his sleeves, loosened his tie and settled down to nurture a glass of his favorite scotch, when the familiar pink envelope caught his eye.

He had no one to hide from here, he was all alone, with that thought he swiftly opened it. His heart hurt for the umpteenth time that day as he read the word imprinted over and over again.

Your Perfect Match is : MEERA BOSE (97% compatible)

Just as he was about to pour himself another glass to drown in his sorrow, a knock on his door made him stop. Surprised and confused he opened the door and was met with Meera.

Her eyes now red to match her dress, hair all over her face and heels on one hand.

"Hi," she said in a shaking voice.

"You shouldn't be here," it took every ounce of strength for him to utter those four words.

"I know. But I have nowhere else to go."

If you don't know, Harper and Jackie end up together in my universe. 😇

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

Perma : @starrystarrytrouble @quixoticdreamer16 @coffeeheartaddict2 @liaromancewriter @tessa-liam @gryffindordaughterofathena @crazy-loca-blog @zahrachoices @bex-la-get @potionsprefect @schnitzelbutterfingers @a-crepusculo @custaroonie @aishwarya26

Ethan x Meera : @jerzwriter @wanderingamongthewildflowers @takemyopenheart

+ @openheartfanfics, @choicesficwriterscreations, @choices-september-challenge-blog

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. 💜

P.S. : I know I am a little behind on my reading but I promise to catch up on it during the weekend. 💕

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Hello! ♡

THE WAY I SCREAMED!! I WAS NOT EXPECTING YOU TO SHOW ME WIPS!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I AM SO HONORED!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHOWING THEM!! ♡♡♡

OMG A KUKO X READER!? AND EVEN A HITOYA X READER!? I AM SO EXCITED YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!! JUST THE FACT THAT YOU'RE EVEN WRITING A HITOYA X READER MAKES MY DAY! MAKES MY MONTH!! I'M JUST SO HAPPY TO SEE HITOYA GET SOME LOVE, AND BY SUCH A TALENTED WRITER TOO!!!

They both sound amazing so far, and the orange peeling one sounds so cute? I've never actually heard of it before so I'm excited to read it!

I'll have to write something with the Buster Bros!! now as thanks, (it might be short though!) perhaps a cute Ichiro x Reader established relationship Valentine's day story? Like what'd he do for you for Valetine's day (and how his brothers will help him with his anime/manga inspired ideas lol)

But yes! I have heard Naniwa Paradise Sake! It's honestly such a good song and is actually my favorite from Dotsuitare Hompo! DH has alot of songs I really like, but I might be bias since they were the reason I got into Hypmic lol I was originally a big fan of them (with Rosho being my favorite! ♡ ) but then I saw BAT and heard one of their songs (and saw Hitoya) and it was game over for me lol

I'm sorry about what happened with your original account though, I can understand how painful that can be! :C

And I loved the pairings they chose for the Utapri Sanrio collab! Natsuki and Wish me Mell was SO CUTE and that was also a banner I considered! Speaking of Sanrio collabs, did you see the merch from the one they had with Hypmic? I wonder if they'll ever have cards in ARB for it!

Thank you again for the WIPs! It absolutely made my day!

Thank you! ♡

AGHHHHHH IM GLAD YOU LIKE THEM!!! I love sharing my wips it makes me feel more motivated to finish the works. Especially when it’s characters I’m into… Hot sexy Kuko and Hitoya… Stan Bad Ass Temple. Show them your ass!!!! AND PLEASE AUGHH YOURE VERY SWEET CALLING ME TALENTED!! I’ve been writing for a super long time as a hobby and I want to keep writing so I get better and better. I write for those who love fictional characters, I want to make the stories they wish to see subconsciously!!!!!! I DO IT BECAUSE I LOVE THE COMMUNITY OF THOSE WHO ENJOY X READERS!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 Oh!! The Orange peel trend is on TikTok!! So basically you can do it with anything but the most popular is an orange! Okay, I’ll make you an example:

You hold out an orange to Kuko, gently requesting him to peel it for you. “Huh? Why do you need me to peel it?” He’s confused by the request and you express to him it’s difficult because of your nails or you don’t like how the rind leaves the citrus scent on your finger tips. He stares at you for a moment before carefully taking your orange and pulling at the outer shell. Kuko was silent as he worked, but he didn’t look bothered by preforming the request. After all, it’s just peeling an orange. With the rind removed, he carefully returned your orange to you. There are parts where juice came leaking through the thin mesh skin due to his roughness, but you could tell he put in his effort to peel it. All because you asked him to.

Or something like that. I think Kuko would want to comment about how you should peel your own orange but he also can’t say no to you heheh. If Jyushi asked him… He’d swat him in the head with a rolled up magazine.

OH MY GOD ROMANTIC ICHIRO VALENTINES AUGHHH HE WANTS ME SO BAD HIM AND HIS DEEP VOICE AND SILLY OUTFITS AGHH!!!! He makes me feel so romantical and I dream of him rapping and I get to watch and cheer him on. Shit I’ll be a background dancer. Omg Rosho bby grl he is honestly a malewife to me. A lowkey foul mouthed malewife. I also kinda like the detail of him refusing to use his accent unless he’s drunk/or pissed cause you can hear it in certain dialogue he has with Sasara which makes me laugh. DH is a very good group and they’re all a bunch of FOOLS!!! CLOWNS!! Sasara got together the nuttiest people he could and decided ‘hey guys let’s rap against these fuckasses from Tokyo!’ icon. Truly.

I was sad for a while but thankfully I wasn’t super far in the game. I did miss Sasara’a birthday… Which I’m not gonna pretend his outfit was acceptable. His friends are fake as hell for letting him walk out of his apartment dressed in HIGHWATERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST PUT THE ORANGE SUIT BACK ON DUDE. AND YES I DID SEE THE HYPMIC AND SANRIO COLLAB AAHHHHH!! Omg seeing Ichiro and Hello Kitty was so amazing because Hello Kitty is my second fave my first is Badtz Maru!! I hope we get Sanrio cards and I hope we get an event!!

Rosho teaching Patapatapeppy to spit would be super funny haha.

#ask the devil #⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧sugarcookiesheep

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