#// first time hes ever gotten anything for valentines LOL

[solarsystems-greatestpsychic]

hello roshuto! happy (VERY) late valentine’s day! i’m glad to see that my letters to you haven’t gone unanswered! that means you atleast don’t hate me! i know you could never actually hate me! your to kind to do something of that nature! anyways, i’ve been rambling long enough. i’ve sent you some homemade chocolates! sorry it took so long..i wanted them to be on time for valentine’s day but it was a challenge trying to make them!

- your secret admirer 🤍

Cases have been at a rise so unfortunately I have not been around! But I'm above leaving someone hanging!

The chocolates were good. I appreciate them. Thank you.

[cherrycranes]

Come When I Call (Raymond Leon x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Raymond Leon x female reader Summary: It's late and you decide to call Raymond up for some fun. Word count: 3,595 Contents: (Minors DNI) Unspecified age gap, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, friends with benefits, toxic relationship lol  Author's notes: A very late Valentine's Day present to you, from @fuckiingloser and I. Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. xoxo

Raymond Leon was not the kind of man who needed much to get by. He never really indulged in the simple pleasures of life like most people. He wasn’t a big drinker. He didn’t enjoy music, partying, or socializing at all for that matter. All those things were pointless to him, a waste of the time he barely had… But he was not made of stone. A man was a man and even the most stoic had vices. 

And Raymond wasn’t the rare exception.

“Hi, Ray…” Your sweet, alluring voice sang to his right ear over the phone, and he groaned hearing it. It was pretty late, around 1:30 on a Friday night. A perfectly fine hour for a spoiled brat like you to be up but a completely unreasonable hour for Raymond, who had just gotten off work exhausted, to say the least.

“What do you want?” He snarled, an ineffective coverup for how your voice alone made him feel, his iceberg of a heart melting down along with his serious facade. He knew exactly what you wanted whenever you called him up this late. 

“What? I can't miss you?” You defended innocently, smirking into the speaker of your phone. “I've been thinking about you, it's been too long since you came over…” Raymond’s icy blue eyes rolled on the other end of the line, not impressed by your pathetic attempt at playing innocent. He knew very well you were anything but that. You knew what you were doing and how to push his buttons. You had always been like that.

You and Raymond had met a year ago. He was “working” security at your favorite club in New Greenwich. In reality, he was undercover trying to catch a criminal who never showed up, and you happened to cross paths with him as he guarded the door and let you inside the club. The feeling of his serious crystal blue eyes on you got burned onto your memory, an everlasting effect that had your heart and pussy tingling from that point forward.

Later that night, when you asked him for a light for the joint hanging between your soft lips, he lit it with the faintest trace of a smirk in his otherwise stern expression. You could tell he didn’t do this often, and that intrigued you enough to charm your way into getting his number. 

You had been fucking ever since.

Tonight was just another perfect demonstration of your relationship… Or lack thereof: no communication for days until you called him late on the weekends and seduced him into coming over. He would then do “his business” and leave just as fast as he had arrived. Rinse and repeat. 

“It’s late,” Raymond answered back fast, his words harsh but his heart and cock already aching for you. Due to his work, it had been longer than a week since he had a hit of his favorite stimulant. But that didn’t change the fact that it was late. 

“C’mon, Ray, don’t pretend… I know you miss me too...” Your voice was melodious and painfully convincing, soft yet strong enough to crack his hard exterior even further. He let out a loud sigh, preferring silence and inadvertently giving you the perfect moment to strike again.

“Come over, daddy… I'm so lonely in my bed… Need you to come take care of me before I take care of myself…” You brought out the big guns, delivered in the form of a soft kitten purr into the phone. Complete silence overtook the line, on his side his cock twitched to life at the way you used that pet name he loved a little too much.

“I'll be there in 10 minutes. Keep those pretty little hands of yours off what’s mine… ” He rasped in his usual serious tone then hung up, immediately grabbing his keys and taking advantage of the imposing power of the timekeeper car to break the speed limit. Exactly ten minutes later on the dot you heard a knock on your apartment door, your pussy and stomach fluttered in anticipation. 

There he was, standing in his signature all-black leather attire, with his hair slicked back and with those eyes that drove you wild. The stark contrast between you was so extreme it amused you just as much as it aroused you.

“Hi, you…” You greeted sensually, already giving him the “fuck me” eyes, one of his weaknesses. A faint smirk blessed his otherwise stone-cold face, another weakness he allowed himself to have. His icy blue eyes hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing you in over two weeks and it was obvious. His gaze undressed you, touched you, and fucked you all while you stood there, in your little pink crop top and matching g-string, being his perfect little girly girl. 

“Fuck, you look so good…” He whispered huskily, eyes still busy devouring you and the crotch of his pants getting tighter. Who would have known the toughest, most no-nonsense timekeeper could ever get like this? You giggled at the thought, leading him inside.

“You said it’s late… Let’s get to bed…” You lured him in with a little smirk, which earned you a nod and a soft chuckle from him.

“Lead the way, princess…” He growled.

Raymond followed you into your pretty bedroom, not missing a single jiggle of your ass in that little thong, his cock twitched with every single step you took, aching to be buried deep inside you. As soon as you reached your big plush bed you crawled onto it and then sat in the middle, presenting yourself to him like a feast.

He loved fucking you, that was a given, but he also loved to just look at you, the perfect polar opposite to him in every way possible, so pretty and so utterly addictive.  Young, soft, pretty, sweet… In every sense of the word. It lit the fire inside him like no other woman he’d ever met before in his rather long life. 

“C’mere…” You invited him, patting the soft duvet with all the gentleness your lust-filled body could muster. He smirked ever so slightly, sauntering over like a hunter, standing at the edge of your bed and glancing down at your barely clothed beauty. 

“You think you can just call me anytime you’re horny and I’m just supposed to drop whatever I’m doing to come fuck your needy little pussy?” He husked, deep voice and calloused hand caressing you. At first, being gentle with your cheek then grabbing you by the chin with stern force, making you look into his eyes.

You stayed quiet, eyes on him, hypnotized by the blue of his irises.

“You’re a spoiled, spoiled little girl… You’re lucky that you’re so fucking addictive…” He continued, whispering against your soft lips until he was kissing you deeply. His tongue slid in slowly, sensually savoring every bit of your exquisite mouth until nothing was left untouched. You melted into the kiss, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, all of him surrounding you.

His big hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer until you were chest to chest and your body perfectly embraced by his strong arms. Not a few seconds passed when he was giving your asscheeks a good squeeze and a little, self-gratifying spank.

You moaned into his mouth, tongues swirling together deliciously until your lungs couldn't take it any longer. Breathing again, you didn’t waste a second and went straight to his bottom lip, nibbling on the plump pink inviting flesh, perfectly aware of how crazy it drove him.

He groaned, the enamel sinking deep enough to sting but not hurt, he pulled away, looking into your eyes and giving your soft ass another smack.

“You miss me? Miss my big cock? That’s why you call me so late and use your little tricks to get me over here, hmm?” Raymond asked, voice affected with desire. You smiled and nodded shyly as another self-aware demonstration of your little tricks. Of how well you played the part and how much it turned him on. It was the ultimate fantasy, albeit a little cliché but it did wonders for him: a pretty innocent girl and the dominant guy coming over to take care of all her needs… You were his pretty stress reliever he could never say no to even if he tried. Like a moth to a flame, he came to you and enjoyed every single second of burning.

He smirked a bit wider now, the crotch of his pants getting tighter.

“Is your poor little cunt lonely baby?” He cooed patronizingly, his hand moving from your asscheek and snaking between you, sliding into your thong.

Your mouth fell open a bit, your breathing got heavier, thick fingers slid between your already hot sticky folds, a grin of pure satisfaction spreading across his face at how wet he found you.

“You need your daddy to take care of you?” His tone remained condescending yet extremely sexy, his digits felt how wetter your pussy got from it alone. The index glided back and forth, ghosting over your entrance, fooling you into thinking he would put it in before moving back up. Then, he traced a path towards your clit, and rubbed painfully slow yet delicious circles on it. 

Your breath hitched, and the pressure began to feel just right, ripples of pleasure growing and touching every inch of your cunt.

“Y-yes yes please…” You whispered to him, keeping the eye contact going. Raymond smirked again, faint but perfectly visible. Your need was his drug. He leaned in, nipping your earlobe before whispering into your ear.

“You’re fucking soaking… Were you thinking about me?” You shuddered, closing your eyes at the hot caress of his breath on your sensitive skin, your pussy fluttered in immediate response and complete beg.  

“Yes… Always thinking about you…” You whimpered breathlessly, just in time to mix with an uncharacteristic whiny little moan from Raymond. His finger persisted, your already swollen clit taking everything obediently. All your phone call boldness always melted away the second he touched you. 

He smiled, a rare thing reserved for your eyes only and for occasions like these when you were putty in his hands. Suddenly, he pulled his hand away, the absence of him in your panties cutting off your moaning. 

“Hey…” You whined at the loss, looking up into his harsh, lust-filled gaze. 

Ray huffed out a cruel little laugh before bringing his finger wet with your slick up to his lips, sucking it off and staring into your eyes. 

“Sweet?” You asked playfully, biting your lower lip.

“The sweetest…” He husked, your taste still in his mouth as he leaned in for another kiss. His body weight gently guided you to lay back on the bed, caging you in and pushing his tongue past your lips for another sloppy kiss.

He ground his hips against you, making you feel his aching hard cock through his jeans nudging against you. You moaned into his mouth.

After a minute, he pulled away from your lips just to look at you. Your beautiful body beneath him laid out like a goddess of his deep devotion.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He growled against your lips. 

You smiled, with a soft nod you reached down and felt his hard cock trapped in his pants, giving it a tentative squeeze. He let out a deep throaty groan, feeling your warmth through the layers of fabric and craving much more.

“I know I do… But you always come when I call…” You whispered sensually, teasing fingers reaching for his zipper and slowly pulling it down. Raymond, amused by the double entendre, smirked down at you, icy blue eyes fixated upon your hands that now unbuckled his belt.

He pulled back, kneeling between your spread legs and taking in the desperate sight of you, so gorgeous, so needy, sprawled out just for him to take however he pleased… His favorite sight in the world.

“These panties are very pretty, but I want you naked…” He rasped, calloused fingers dancing over the skin of your thigh and up to the band of your little thong before hooking onto it. He slowly dragged it down your legs then carelessly tossed it behind him.

The debauched sight of your pretty waxed pussy on full display for him made him hold back a moan. It had been too long. He needed you too much. Right away, he reached up to pull your crop top over your tits just to stare. Your hard nipples, your tight pussy, your pretty little smile… Everything about you was just so fucking perfect.

Raymond was tempted to shove his face between your legs and devour you until you came all over his face, but his cock twitched impatiently in the confines of his pants, desperate and begging to be freed and buried deep inside your exposed cunt.

“See something you like?” You teased, sensually running your hand over your soft skin. His gaze followed the lead of your fingers, watching every single move with a smirk on his face. He reached down to tug his pants and boxers down his thighs.

His large, thick, veiny cock sprung free and bobbed against his lower stomach, standing at full mass for you. Because of you. The red tip already leaked precum.

“See something you like?” He repeated back to you, snapping you out of your cock-hungry trance. Your mouth hung open a bit, your heart beating fast out of pure desire.

“Good girl.” He praised softly, scooting closer to you until the fat tip of his cock lined up with your fluttering entrance, tingles of anticipation running all over your pussy.

Ray’s rough hands pushed your legs up into your chest, hooking them over his shoulders and bending you in half, to get nice and deep inside you like you both love. His reddened tip nudged your slick folds, he planted both hands on either side of your head to steady himself, and, with a slow, calculated movement, he moved his hips forward, pushing into you.

He let out a sigh of pleasure and relief, slipping inside your hot, tight cunt with knowing ease. Your pussy welcomed him in, swallowing every throbbing inch.

“Fuuuck… I love this little pussy.” He groaned, his pale blue eyes fluttering closed for a second, basking in the pleasure of feeling you and listening to your pretty moans.

“Ray…” You whimpered breathlessly, he pushed even further, this position making his already thick cock feel even bigger, filling you to your limit. He waited only a few seconds for you to adjust before starting to pump in and out of you. You let out a string of loud whiny moans.

“You like that baby? You like being fucked stupid?” Ray sneered with a smirk, the image of you becoming brainless on his cock and speared repeatedly stroking his ego. The combination of his words, the sound of his balls slapping hard against your ass and the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot had you seeing stars. You nodded frantically, looking up at him in search of his approval.

“Yes- god yes…” You whimpered back in desperation, your hand gripping his arm tightly in search of support. That familiar overstimulating feeling of your orgasm crept up on you fast, and from the way his cock twitched and his eyes widened, you could tell it was happening to him too. 

“You want daddy to come deep, baby?” Raymond asked, fucking you even harder with every word, reveling in the feeling of having your tight gummy walls wrapped perfectly around him, like you were made just for him. 

“Please…yes please… ” That was all you could reply in between your constant whiny, overstimulated moans. He speared you over and over, with his mouth hanging open and his brain feeling fuzzy. Your sounds, your begging for something so filthy as his cum added fuel to the burning pit in his lower stomach, and, not to mention, to his ego.

“How about I put a baby in this little pussy? Hmm? Fill you full and you’ll really be all mine forever…” He purred between thrusts, eyes bearing into yours and exuding annoyingly sexy overconfidence. His signature tiny smirk drove you insane, your pretty pussy clenched around him even tighter from the sight.

You nodded again frantically, moans getting louder, more mindless. Every single pleasure you felt made your head swirl into near stupidity, your orgasm threatened to boil over any moment now. The obscene, filthy sounds of your wet pussy squelched around his cock and filled the room, adding to the infinite list of things that were too much to bear at the moment.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open and connected to his in this intense, passion-filled moment. The two of you neared dangerously close to the edge. Ray’s brows knitted together and his thrusts grew sloppier, ideas of breeding you and making you all his taking over his head.

“Fuck- Ray- I’m gonna come- please don’t stop…” You whispered with a sequence of little whines and moans, Raymond nodded.

“Me too, baby… fuck- almost there…” He panted, ramming into you so deliciously deep and from a perfect angle that made you see stars.

The pressure, the sight of his handsome, pleasure-affected face, the feeling of his thick pistoning dick, and the sounds combined made everything inside you snap. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave that dragged you away and forced you to shut your eyes tightly. Your cunt spasmed all around him, your brain went blank for a brief moment, and you cried out, nearly screamed.

Raymond’s hand immediately pulled you out of the moment, gripping your chin as if you had just committed a crime in front of him. Your eyes shot open, you still shook in pleasure.

“Look at me when I make you fucking come.” He growled so ravenously and carnally, it almost made you come on the spot again.

You nodded obediently, eyes attentive just as he gave into the pleasure too. Seeing you being so good and so exquisite was too much, his soft spot for you undeniable when his expression relaxed. He groaned and his thick cock twitched, spilling his hot load impossibly deep inside you.

You laid still for a minute, with him balls deep and recovering the supply of air in his lungs. Icy blue eyes never stopped looking at you, the gentle intimacy of the moment becoming the perfect place for a soft, loving kiss to happen between you. Then, he pulled out slowly and got off the bed, grabbing a towel to clean off his half-hard, tired cock before tucking it back into his clothes. 

This, in all previous instances, was the moment when he would leave. His busy, rushing schedule deprived him of the comfort of sleeping and waking up next to you. Besides, the dynamic between you never really allowed it. You both got what you wanted, then parted ways until your lust got the best of you again. Yet, for the first time, watching him get ready to leave felt... Wrong. 

You hadn’t lied on the phone, you did miss him. It was an ache born from both his long absence and all the time you had spent repeating the same routine. Something had started to shift and a part of you feared it just as much as it craved it.

You sat up and wrapped the bedsheet around your naked body, watching him grab his keys off your vanity and shove them down his pocket, ready to disappear from your life for another week with a cocky smirk upon his lips. He took one last look at you, so well-fucked and messed up, a sight that kept him going every single day.

“Was amazing as always, princess… See you soon?” He asked with that cocky attitude of his, leaning over to give you one last goodnight kiss.

“Of course… You know I’ll call…” You nodded softly, looking into his eyes. A multitude of not-well-put-together thoughts tried to make their way out, still not quite sure of what you actually wanted. 

Raymond raised his hand, his thumb slowly rubbing along your bottom lip one last time, capturing the mental image of you, so pretty and so his, before turning around to leave. Saying goodbye, he left the room, heading down the hallway towards your front door.

You watched him leave, a pinch of sadness nagging you. A part of you wished he would turn around, come back into your room, take off his coat, and stay the night. The front door opened and your gut instinct screamed at you, commanding you to do something, anything but stay still.

Holding the bedsheet against your chest, you ran into the hallway.

“Wait…” You called out, seeing him halfway out of the door. He stopped right in his tracks, turning to look at you. “Stay…” You uttered softly, soft pleading eyes staring at him from across the room. Your heart beat madly in desperation, and every part of you hoped that he wanted to stay just as much as you wanted him to…

The corner of his lips curled into a smile as he shut the door behind him. He locked the deadbolt and walked towards you, his strong leather-clad arms wrapped around you and his nose nuzzled against yours in such a tender moment before he leaned in to whisper against your lips.

“I thought you’d never ask…”

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[lipglossanon]

Guess Who?

Puppy!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (Valentine’s One Shot)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, hybrid au, Leon POV, soft boy Leon 🥺, slight dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, knotting, slight breeding kink

Barely looked over ✌️ lol

title from Guess Who? by BB King

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!! 💜 this is me dropping a card in your decorated box to say I think you’re cute 😘

He notices all the sweet smelling candies and flowers on your last trip to the grocery store, but it didn’t really click that it was for the holiday coming up until your friend dropped off a silly card. 

Resting his head over your shoulder, he reads whatever made you laugh hard enough to draw his attention. You hum and reach back to scratch him behind the ears.

“What’s that?” He asks, pressing against you more firmly as his tail wags. 

“Ah, just a silly Valentine from Claire. She’ll be out with Rebecca and Jill later and stopped by to invite me along,” you move your hand to tuck the cardstock back into its envelope. 

“Oh,” he steps away, tail pausing mid-wag as he realizes he didn’t even get you anything and you’re going out!?

Turning, you give him an easy smile, “Don’t worry, I told her I already had plans. We’re going to watch movies tonight, right?”

He grins and wraps you up in a hug, “Uh huh. And you promised popcorn.”

Laughing, you ruffle his ears before cutting yourself off with a swear. 

“Dammit, that’s what I forgot to get,” you sigh and rub the bridge of your nose, “let me run to the store and grab some and when I get back we’ll cuddle on the couch.”

Leon nods quickly and follows on your heels as you walk to the entryway and slip on your shoes. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before closing the front door and locking it. As soon as the lock clicks, Leon takes off to his room. He digs through his wardrobe and under the bed before completely demolishing his closet. 

Although he may have not gotten you something for Valentine’s per se, he did have something he’d been meaning to give you but always slips his mind. He found a pretty lavender bracelet that reminded him of you during one of the last farmer’s market expedition ( he knows it’s mainly an excursion in socializing him with strangers, but that’s neither here nor there). 

It’s cute and he thinks you’ll like it. Plus, he attached the very first tag you ever gave him onto it as well (just seeing his name engraved in simple cursive makes his tail wag). Spinning in place, he turns back to look over his destroyed room. Ignoring the complete mess he’s made, he roots around until he finds a piece of crumpled paper and a couple of pens. His ear cocks back and he turns his head to listen— the crunch of gravel signals your car pulling back up the house. 

Now on borrowed time, Leon turns the paper longways so he can quickly write out his message and encircle it with a heart. Tossing the pens into the mess on top of his dresser, he grabs the bracelet and beelines it straight to the kitchen. It’ll be the first place you head into after entering the house; making sure to set out the paper where you’ll see it, he sets the bracelet on top. Then, he ducks back around the doorframe on the opposite end so you won’t see him.

“Leon!” You call out as you open the front door. 

He makes himself stay put as you call for him again before shutting the front door. Listening with rapt attention, he holds his breath as you walk into the kitchen, setting the popcorn down as you notice his note. He watches as your fingers graze the paper, a big smile spreading across your face. Picking up the bracelet you slide it on your wrist and twist it back and forth to admire it before turning back to the paper. 

“You like it?” His voice comes out small as you jump and turn to face him. 

“I love it, Leon. You’re such a sweet boy,” you coo, holding out your arms for a hug. 

He chuffs happily and wraps you up into a bear hug, smothering your laugh into his chest. His rough tongue licks across your ear and jaw before he finally finds your smiling lips, kissing you messily while your hands grip onto his shoulders. Before he lets himself get carried away, he pulls back, dropping one last kiss on your cheek. 

“You wanna start the movie while I get the snacks ready?” You murmur, hands lightly petting the nape of his neck and making him shiver.

He stiffens against your thigh, cock filling out as his eyes dilate. 

“Miss owner,” he whines softly and you laugh. 

“Go on, we’ll snuggle up on the couch,” you kiss the vampire bite of freckles on his neck and pull away from his body heat. 

With a dazed pout, he makes his way back into the living room and dramatically collapses onto the couch. Even if you’re not there to see it, it’s the principle of the matter. After a few minutes, he smells a buttery aroma at the same time his ears pick up the sound of kernels popping. It’s not too long before you walk into the living room carrying drinks and a big bowl of popcorn. 

He helps you set the drinks down as you sit next to him. Once settled in, you flip through your watchlist and settle on a romcom you’ve been promising to watch with Leon since last week. He watches you out of the corner of his eye while he picks at the salty snack you’re holding in your lap. Halfway through the movie, you shift the empty bowl onto the coffee table and pause the movie to go wash your hands. 

Leon stretches his legs out until they’re tucked under the table, slumping into the couch cushions lazily as he waits for you. Coming  back into the room, you smile at his relaxed demeanor and sit back down next to him. 

You curl up into his side, head resting against his neck as one hand pets his ears slowly. His tail half wraps around your waist and shifts when you sigh against his skin. Your lips drop soft kisses up to his jaw and he tilts his head to meet the next one with a groan. He loves licking into your mouth; it feels so dirty and good. You moan against the muscle as he runs it across your gums and tongue. 

“Miss owner, please,” he pants out while you kiss back down his neck. 

“C’mon be a good boy and just watch the movie,” you tease, nipping at his jawline, “you’ve been bugging me to put it on for ages.”

He huffs, head lolling against the back of the couch as you press closer into his side, one hand delving under his shirt to tease across his nipples. Leon rocks his hips, cock tenting the joggers obscenely as your fingers feather over his sensitive buds. You pinch one gently and he groans, precum blurting from his tip and wetting his sweats. 

“So cute,” you nuzzle his collar bone, “wanna pull it out for me?”

“Yess,” he hisses under his breath, hands fumbling with the band until he’s able to push the loungewear down to pool at his calves. 

He hears you inhale as his dick bobs, flushed and thick, dripping precum all down his shaft. 

“Please, touch me,” he whispers against your temple, eyes fluttering shut when he feels your hand grip him softly. 

“S’good,” his tail thumps as your hand slowly strokes his dick from tip to base and back up, squeezing the head in your fist. 

Letting go, he whines and paws at your hips as you stand up. You shush him as you shuffle your own sweats and underwear off before straddling him. Sandwiching his cock against your cunt, the fat tip parts your slit until his cock notches against your drippy hole. His hands grip the fat of your ass as you sink down inch by torturous inch until you’re fully seated in his lap, dick being squeezed by your pussy walls.

“Miss owner, s’all wet ‘n soft inside,” Leon bares his teeth before whining as you tug on his ears, “pussy’s so good, so perfect.”

“Leon,” you gasp, knees digging into the couch next to him as you raise up to drop back down, letting gravity drive his cock up into your soaked cunt. 

“Such a good boy,” your voice drips like honey from your lips and his hips rock up, humping your pussy as pleasure shoots through his body. 

“Yeah?” A high reedy moan sticks in his throat, “I’m a good boy?”

“Oh the best, Leon, the best boy,” you gasp, eyes drooping when his cock grinds against the front of your cunt, rubbing across the spongy spot that makes you clamp down on him tighter. 

“So sweet,” you lean forward, arms bracing your body on the back of the couch, “so sweet to me, w’nna show you much I appreciate it.”

He grunts, the new angle letting him thrust up harder into your pussy, the loud wet sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt echoing in your living room. 

“My sweet pup,” you murmur against his lips and he can’t take anymore. 

Leon yanks you close and stands up to splay you out, back pressed down on the couch, with him buried between your thighs. His hips rabbit against yours, pelvis smacking your clit making you squeal and claw at his chest. With a huff, his rough tongue rasps across your panting mouth, tongue delving between your lips. You moan as spit fills your mouth while Leon fucks your cunt rough and deep. 

“Gonna cum, Leon,” you finally pull your head back enough to moan. 

“Already?” He bites your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth before letting go with a pop. 

“Want my knot, pretty owner? Want me to give you my pups?”

You thrash underneath him, pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock at his words. 

“Please, Leon,” you wrap your legs around his waist, “knot me, wanna feel my good boy fill me up.”

“Fuck,” he growls, chest rumbling with the sound. 

He reaches between you and thumbs across your clit in slow firm circles. His dick feels like it’s in a vice as you bear down on him, back bowing with pleasure. 

“Leon, oh god,” you choke out a loud cry and press your head into the couch cushions, tears beading your waterline. 

He watches you fall apart while feeling your pussy squeeze and milk his cock, pressing himself deep until his knot sinks inside and locks him into your spasming hole. 

“So good little owner,” he sighs happily, tail wagging behind him while he pumps your tight cunt with load after load of sticky cum. 

You giggle, high on endorphins, and run your hands through his hair, eyes tracking his bracelet, “I love the gift, Leon.”

“Mmm, happy you do,” he kisses you on the cheek, nose snuffling against your skin, “Happy Valentine’s.”

“Happy Valentine’s, Leon.”

divider: saradika

[dented-nado]

Anything Germany or Gerita related? Im sorry I dont have a clear idea i just am desperate for germany content lol

This may be *checks watch* …. Year(s) late, but here you go Anon… some pure Germany + Gerita get-together fluff <3

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He’d been scolded repeatedly at this point to ‘just make a move’. The issue was he had. Everyone had implied Italy may be interested in him… romantically, and encouraged him to ‘just go for it’!

Germany was beginning to feel like he was being made fun of. The times he had attempted to show any sort of romantic interest (after arguing with himself and his own fears for far too long), had honestly ended in disaster.

There was that first time on Valentine’s Day all those years ago… that had nearly sent him crawling in a hole to never return from…

He brother had very bluntly said “Just go right up to him and go ‘oi! Italy, you're going out with me now!’ Cut the shit and just demand what you want!”

He didn't’ like the forcefulness, but he supposed knowing Italy he’d scream and run if he hated the idea, so he had done it, he’d approached Italy after work, gathered up all his courage…

”O-Oi! Italy, You’re going out with me n-now! If that’s okay…”

Italy had jumped out of his skin but had agreed quickly. “AH okay!”

Germany was riding high until he realized he was once again on a ‘date’ and had no idea how to initiate ‘romance’. Italy was more of a romantic sort than he was, and yet their interactions were as platonic as ever.

They ended the evening as friends… as they had always been.

America had suggested “Do some huge super big gesture! So obvious and romantic there’s no way it could be interpreted as anything else!”

When asking for examples he had gotten “Make a super big feast, blast his favorite music, say something like ‘I can’t live without you!’”

So he had invited Italy over, tried his best to cook Mediterranean pasta, knowing Italy liked it… only for Feliciano to end up hovering, micromanaging, and then shooing him out of the kitchen, leaving Ludwig dejected in the dining room. He knew he should have just stuck with what he knew but he’d been told ‘cook your dates’ favorite food’ was a good mood. He should have known Feliciano was too particular about how certain things were cooked, as the evening ended up being flipped with Feliciano cooking for him instead. He’d remembered the last bit of advice after the meal he had spent pitying himself and blurted out…

”I can’t live without you!!”

Feliciano had looked up, stared at him… then quietly chuckled and took his wine glass away.

He hadn’t even drank that much… he liked beer a lot more anyway…

France had given him lines to read in French along with appearing with chocolates and good wine.

He ignored that advice completely.

No… he had decided this was a worthless endeavor. If Italy felt anything for him it would have ‘happened’ already, he was better off not ruining a good friendship with his foolish and annoying feelings that had surprised even himself. He seemed completely incapable of romance, and in his darker moments he suspected he was incapable of being loved in any romantic way.

—

Japan had honestly been trying to think how to get Italy and Germany to stop… hovering… around each other. It was as obvious to him as anyone that they had some sort of romantic feelings for each other, little glances between the two, the odd content smile from Ludwig in Feliciano’s presence, the way he’d notice Italy tracing his finger around the brim of a wine glass completely enamored with whatever Ludwig was talking about…

He’d been called a third wheel before, he didn’t quite feel that way himself but he also wished his two dear friends would stop torturing themselves over each other. Through a few conversations it was clear Ludwig had been trying to figure out how to ‘make a move’. He didn’t consider himself very romantic nor very intrested in it when it came to his own life… but to be honest, the advice he had overheard given to Ludwig was awful. Germany was just… himself, and expecting their own romantic successes to immediatly apply to him was a little insane. He understood where they were coming from, but still.

He had invited Ludwig out for a night out, he’d been meaning to see what the German thought of Japanese beer or sake anyway. They had lulled into a calm, just according to plan.

”Germany… your relationship with Italy…”

He noted how Germany froze mid drink, wide and sometimes terrifying blue eyes darting to him, he kept his gaze plain and non-judge mental, especially because he wasn’t judgemental at all.

“I think you shouldn’t give up just yet, I’ve heard you’ve wanted advice, but in the end, if you two are meant to join together, the only way you’ll be able to communicate your desire for a different kind of relationship is if you do it your way. No one else can tell you how to best show your care.” He said very straightforwardly.

Ludwig stared, and began fiddling with a napkin. “But I don’t… know how to…”

Japan hummed. “Mr. Germany, when you’ve noticed Italy is not ‘as sunny’, what is it you do?”

Germany blinked. “Er, well the last time that happened, I brought him some Kuchen I made and set up some blankets for him, he gets cold when he’s down…”

”You showed your affections naturally, without even thinking about it.” Japan said very firmly. “Now, you want to make it clear to Italy, that if he’s in agreement you’d like to be romantic with him. That is your goal. So you must do this with your own methods, no one else’s, otherwise the message will never come across, as it will not be your own.”

”That… Er… seems very wise. Do you have much experience??” Germany questioned, coughing a bit.

”Not personally, but think of it this way. America suggested a big romantic gesture, with the “I can’t live without you!” Line. That’s a purely Alfred move, you couldn’t imagine him doing anything else, so of course it worked for him with Ivan, because as much as Ivan claims to be irritated with Mr. America, in the end he finds the way he is endearing. For France, I’m almost certain that’s how him and Mr. England ‘make up’ every single time, and then of course your brother’s bluntness and boldness gets him far with those who like that personality trait.” He explained. “If you wind up truly rejected, it would be sad, but at least you would have true clarity because you asked your way.”

Ludwig considered Japan’s words, glancing down into his beer glass… downed the rest of it then nodded. “Thank you Japan… as always, your advice his appreciated.”

”….I would also like for you two to figure it out and be less distracted with each other during important business… We would be much more productive.”

”…Noted…”

——

This time, he had asked Italy if he could visit, and had prepared an Italian Cream Cake… in past he had lied about desserts he had provided, a bit embarrassed to admit he enjoyed baking as a hobby, but in recent years he had gotten over it at least a little bit, and he did want to take the risk and let Italy know he had specifically and meticulously made it for him, by himself.

Italy as always flung open his door to greet him. “Germaa-n-ieeee Ciao Ciao!!” He chirped, standing on his tip toes to kiss both of his cheeks to greet him. “Come in! It’s been too long since we could visit!”

Ludwig smiled slightly. “It’s been five days.”

”Too long!” Italy insisted with a grin as he pulled him inside. “Ooo! What sort of sweet have you brought this time Germany? You always bring such good ones.”

”I er…. I made this one, Italian Cream Cake, I’ve been practicing a bit.” Ludwig confessed, holding out the covered dish.

Feliciano’s eyes lit up. “You went through all that trouble! Ohhh just at a glance it looks beautiful! A work of art! Here! Let’s make it a centerpiece!”

Italy gently took the glass covered cake and set it in the middle of their dining table, Ludwig flushed but looked on proudly, he only hoped he’d achieved the taste and texture he wanted…

He joined Italy in the kitchen and helped with cleaning up as he always did as Feliciano served them up.

As particular as Italy was about food, there was no denying his instincts on flavor were masterful, he supposed Feliciano had much more time than he himself had to explore different flavors and types of food, and then France had even longer.

He paused as he took the first bite, noting Feliciano had included german sausage in his sauce rather than Italian… the meat from his home and the slow cooked carefully seasoned sauce from Italy blended beautifully, he made sure to praise Italy on the choice.

They ate, then cut the cake, he was nearly bombarded by compliments from Italy, and pleas to “please share more of your baking with me!!!” He felt light, cheerful, happy. It was domestic, almost, he was scared to ruin it. But even so…

He cleared his throat. “Italy, I wanted to… tell you something, and find out your opinion on it, so I hope you’ll take what I’m about to say very seriously…”

Italy sat up straight in his chair. “Of course Captain! I’m all ears!” He said with a salute and a bright grin.

Ludwig couldn’t help a soft smile before he folded his hands together and cleared his throat to be ‘serious’.

”You’ve been a very good friend to me for a very long time, we’ve had moments where we’ve been at odds with our understanding of each other, where I’ve pushed you too hard, when I’ve resisted your attempts to have me ‘relax’, but in the end your the only person I’ve ever been able to call a dear friend.”

Feliciano looked him up and down, eyes shining as he beamed. “Awwww Germany!! Your my dearest friend too!!”

Ludwig nodded firmly. “But that’s not all… It’s… taken me a very long time. I’ve felt… ashamed, honestly, of the way I’ve felt, our culture and bosses haven’t been exactly friendly to the sorts of things I’ve felt… to the way I am, so its been difficult for me to get to the point of true honestly.”

”Germany….” Italy began, almost standing from his chair, but Ludwig put a hand up, asking for Italy to hear him out.

”I know you’ve dealt with much of the same. But now… I must be honest, because… It kills me to be deceptive, especially with you. I’ve… …. I…..” Ludwig swallowed hard. No, he had to just say it, he could almost hear others laughing at him for being so serious, but this was serious. Italy meant a lot to him, so he’d treat it as such.

He inhaled sharply and began again. “I feel for you as more than a friend… I care for you, find myself wanting to do sappy romantic things with you even if I mess them up.” Ludwig avoided Italy’s gaze as he confessed, wringing his hands together in front of him. “So I have to ask you now… if you feel even remotely the same way… and if you don’t, our friendship means too much to me to ruin so if…!”

He was cut off by Italy suddenly grasping his sweaty clenched hands, and pressing his lips suddenly onto his. He was sure he didn’t look at all very attractive with his wide open and stunned eyes and stiff stunned lips… but Italy… Italy… Feliciano looked so beautiful he couldn’t look away, eyebrows furrowed, almost pained as if he’d been holding back, a close up view of his sun-kissed skin and freckles, and his closed eyes that seemed to twitch with dried tears. Finally he got himself to move and tried to give a kiss in return… before they finally parted and stared at each other.

Feliciano did tear up at that point and cupped Ludwig’s cheap. “Ludwig… my Ludwig… always so formal and direct and scared at the same time, I adore you so much! I just never thought… I thought that… maybe I was misreading things!”

Ludwig reached up, finally feeling free to do so and ran his hand along Feliciano’s face in return. “Do you know… how often I thought I was making a fool of myself trying to confess only to be rejected?”

”Huh??! Luddy! I was doing the same! I asked uncle France for help, my brother… even America!” Feliciano confessed in a panic. “I thought maybe I didn’t understand the right way to show you I liked you!”

Ludwig couldn’t help it, he started laughing, deep and bubbly. “I did the exact same thing, right down to a similar line of people!”

Feliciano joined in with laughing, and they wound up kissing in between giggles at the rediculousness of thier situation, before finally, they touched foreheads, and Italy’s deep honey gaze met ice blue.

Ludwig pulled Feliciano close to him, more content than he had ever been, having just laughed more than he had in his life.

”In the end… I’m glad we did it our way.”

Feliciano kissed the corner of his mouth in agreement. “I wouldn’t have understood any other way.”

[thelazyhermits]

It's a few days late, but I decided to remake the TWST Valentine's Day themed post I made a while back since my thoughts on Yuu's relationships with the TWST boys have changed since I made that original post. It'll be all underneath the cut.

Like Halloween, I think Valentine's Day is a holiday in TW, although it never gets mentioned. However, I'm gonna say that White Day doesn't exist, or at least, only gets celebrated in the eastern countries like in our world, meaning the TWST boys have never celebrated it/are unfamiliar with it.

So, unlike how it is in the east in our world, Valentine's Day isn't a day where just the girls give gifts. Both girls and guys typically give gifts in TW, although this isn't something that would cross most of the TWST boys' minds cause I feel like NRC and Valentine's Day just don't mix cause of how those boys are lol 😂

That all changes with Yuu, however, cause she has never gotten the chance to celebrate/enjoy Valentine's Day before, and she sees it as a great opportunity for her to show her appreciation for the people she has come to love/treasure. 

For the record, Yuu's chocolate isn't intended to be honmei choco (chocolate of true love) or giri choco (obligation chocolate), which are the two types of Valentine's Day chocolate in Japan. Her chocolate is a new kind that's supposed to convey her love and appreciation for her friends/family 💕

Because the TWST boys are only familiar with the western version of Valentine's Day, they don't know about true love or obligation chocolate, so there's no freaking out about that haha

Anyway, Yuu naturally intends to handmake chocolate for everyone because she wants to put all of her love for her friends/family into them, and she intends to personalize the chocolate for each individual to make it extra special.

But she doesn't make chocolate for everyone's Valentine's Day gift cause she knows Cater's not fond of sweets, so she goes a different route for him. And, of course, chocolate also isn't an option for Ortho who doesn't eat.

As far as when in the canon timeline Valentine's Day happens, it's after the trip to Harveston and before Camp Vargas.

However, Yuu started preparing for Valentine's Day after the VDC/SDC since, because she’ll be making a lot of valentines, Yuu needed a good bit of money since she's making gifts for 20+ people.

That's why, as soon as her schedule freed up, Yuu picked up as many shifts at the Mostro Lounge and Sam's shop as she could, so she could afford the supplies she needed.

However, in the end, Yuu didn't have to work as much as she had first thought because, on the day of Beanfest, Leona told Sam that Yuu could use his account to buy whatever she wanted, which Sam had brought up to Yuu at the end of that day.

Initially, Yuu had hesitated to use that money for anything unrelated to Beanfest, but Sam, who's the only one she has told about her secret Valentine's Day plans, convinced her to make use of Leona's generosity after telling her that Leona really wanted to reward her for entertaining him during Beanfest.

Besides, a prince like him would want the highest quality ingredients used for his valentine, right? Surely, he would encourage the use of his money to ensure that happens.

So, in the end, a lot of Yuu's Valentine's Day supplies were bought using Leona's money, which he doesn't find out about until after Valentine's Day cause Sam didn't want her surprise to be ruined.

Thanks to Sam always having everything that a person could ever need, Yuu is able to get all the chocolate molds and ingredients she needs, so when it comes time to finally start making everyone's valentines, Yuu is all ready to go.

Because of Grim's voracious appetite, Yuu ends up doing the majority of her Valentine's Day preparations the night before Valentine's Day while Grim is sleeping, and anything that requires more time to get ready, Yuu makes earlier and just asks Sam to safely store it at his shop to keep it safe from her gluttonous son.

As a result, Yuu doesn't get as much sleep as she normally does on the night before Valentine's Day because she stays up late making sure everyone's gifts are as perfect as possible.

Thankfully, Yuu is so excited about her first Valentine's Day that her lack of sleep doesn't really affect her. Of course, it helps that she had eaten a lot of chocolate due to her taste-testing everything lol 😂

That's why when morning comes and Yuu's internal alarm clock goes off she's able to get up without issue. She actually wakes up with more energy than usual cause she's so excited to give out her first valentine of the day, which will end up being given to someone who's especially dear to her.

With a noticeable pep in her step, Yuu hurries to get dressed, so she can meet up with Jack for their usual morning run.

Because she's so cheery/energetic, Jack immediately thinks something is up, but because Valentine's Day isn't on his radar, he has no idea what's going on and can't help but be a little wary lol

When Jack tries to question her, Yuu just grins and says he'll have to wait until their run is over, so a lot of their run is spent with Jack sending her side glances that are both curious and wary and Yuu grinning at his cute behavior.

After their run finally ends, Jack escorts Yuu to her dorm just as he always does, and Yuu asks him to wait on the front porch.

While Jack's waiting, Yuu hurries to collect his Valentine's Day chocolate, which she had left near the front door, so it'd be easy to retrieve.

With noticeable eagerness, a beaming Yuu gives Jack a cutely wrapped box of chocolates that look like cacti, which have pear jelly inside them, and wishes him a Happy Valentine’s Day.

Because he hadn't realized what day it was, Jack is surprised by this turn of events, and once he overcomes his surprise, he gets flustered, although he tries to play it cool. Unfortunately for him, his wagging tail betrays his excitement lol

As he accepts the chocolate, Jack tells her that she didn't need to get him anything, but Yuu explains that she wanted to make valentines for all of her friends, her sons especially.

And of course she had to give her beloved favorite son a special love-filled valentine, to which he predictably denies being her son haha

Because he's a polite boy, Jack thanks her for the chocolate and promises to return the favor, which leads to a surprised Yuu asking if TW has White Day.

Since Jack clearly has no idea what she's talking about, Yuu explains White Day to Jack, who says he's unfamiliar with the holiday but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. It may just not be celebrated where he's from.

Despite that, Jack says that he'll be sure to get something good for Yuu for White Day since he wants to respect her country's traditions and give her a chance to celebrate that holiday as well. And, of course, most importantly, he wants to give her a return gift to express his gratitude.

Naturally, that earns Jack lots of affection from Yuu who can't resist doting on him after hearing him say such sweet things.

Despite his embarrassment, Jack doesn't complain like he usually does but only cause she just gave him a gift! That's all!

After Yuu finishes doting on Jack, he returns to his dorm with his chocolate while Yuu heads inside her dorm.

The next boy to receive a valentine from Yuu is Grim, who finally wakes up after Yuu has taken a shower and gotten breakfast ready for them. He’s very pleased with the large fish-shaped chocolate he receives, although he complains when he finds out that he wasn’t the very first person who received chocolate from her haha

Next on Yuu's list of people she made valentines for are Ace and Deuce who come to pick Yuu up at her dorm and walk her to school.

Normally, it’s just Deuce who does this when he doesn't have morning club practice since Ace doesn’t see the need in offering Yuu an escort unlike Deuce who just thinks it’s proper manners for guys to do this for girls. 

Ace’s presence combined with the eager looks the boys are both wearing make it easy for Yuu to figure out what they're hoping for, so she gives them the chocolates she made for them and wishes them a Happy Valentine’s Day. 

(While they won't admit it, Ace & Deuce had been looking forward to Valentine's Day and had been hoping Yuu would make something for them.

Deuce had never received a valentine from a girl before, so he couldn't help but be hopeful since he had always wanted one despite his shyness around girls.

Ace claims he has received plenty over the years, but he really has only received a valentine from his ex and that was only for one Valentine's Day lol

Because they both love Yuu so much, although Ace is in denial and Deuce is oblivious to his own feelings, they really wanted chocolate from Yuu.)

Deuce gets egg-shaped chocolates that look like actual eggs. Not only that, they're filled with a cream and lemon curd mixture that make the inside of the chocolates look like the inside of real eggs when they’re bitten into, much to his amazement.

Ace’s chocolates are shaped like mini playing cards and have a cherry filling.

Both Ace & Deuce are very happy with their chocolates. Of course, Ace tries to play it off by teasing Yuu about how much she loves him. Meanwhile, Deuce is going through the euphoria of getting a Valentine’s Day gift from a girl for the first time 😂

While these two often cause a lot of trouble with their antics, they’re still her best friends and beloved sons, so she tells them it’s only natural that she made chocolate for them.

With a teasing smile, she tells them that she poured an extra amount of love into their and Grim’s chocolates, which Grim is very pleased about. Meanwhile, Ace & Deuce are a mixture of happy and flustered haha

As Ace and Deuce are enjoying their chocolate and Yuu is playfully teasing them, they head to school.

However, along the way, Yuu has the group briefly stop in front of the Mystery Shop, so she can run in and give a surprised Sam some chocolate she had made for him as thanks for all his help with her Valentine's Day preparations.

Sam really hadn't seen this coming, but he's very pleased with the gift and kindly thanks her for it.

(He's also happy that he's got something to hold over the heads of the other NRC adults since he likes making them jealous XD)

Later that morning, during one of the periods in between classes, Yuu runs into Riddle, Trey, & Cater, so they end up being the next ones to receive valentines from her.

(Since leaving her dorm, Yuu has been carrying along a bag with her, which she has been using to carry all the valentines she prepared since she had wanted to give them out at school.)

Riddle gets flustered when she gives him the strawberry cream filled chocolates she made for him, which are shaped like hedgehogs, since he’s not used to getting gifts on Valentine’s Day, but it’s obvious that he’s very pleased with the gift. 

Since he doesn’t like sweet things, Yuu made Cater some curry bread, which she made extra spicy for him, and put them in a cute diamond-decorated goodie bag.

(While Yuu is normally not good at cooking spicy dishes due to her being unable to handle spicy food, she was able to make something suitable for Cater because she had a lot of practice making spicy food for Cater's birthday earlier in the month, which Grim assisted her with by being her taste-tester.)

Cater is ecstatic because he's not only getting a valentine that he can actually fully enjoy but one that's super cute and cammable. He immediately gives her a hug and takes a selfie with her so he can brag to all his followers online about getting a valentine from THE Prince Yuu.

Because he’s always making things for others, Trey is pleasantly surprised when Yuu gives him some clover-shaped chocolates that are topped with his favorite candied violets.

Yuu also gets surprised when Trey gives her some chocolate in return. Apparently, he had planned on giving her a little something for Valentine’s Day cause he had noticed she had been doing a lot of work as of late, and he had hoped some chocolate would give her lots of energy.

(Trey also couldn't stop thinking about the worn out state Yuu had been in the month prior, so he had really wanted to do something for her like the good big brother that he is.)

Yuu is delighted since she wasn’t expecting to receive anything and cause she loves the sweets that Trey makes. 

Another reason Yuu is excited is cause this is the first time that she has ever received a valentine before, so she can't help but be really happy.

Upon hearing this, Riddle, Cater, Ace, and Deuce all simultaneously start giving Trey displeased/jealous looks, much to his surprise.

Riddle comments that Trey should've said that he was doing something for Yuu since he would've also done something, and Cater just outright complains about Trey getting to be Yuu's first valentine. That's so not fair! 😂

Meanwhile, Ace is calling Trey sly, like Cater, and Deuce is just looking at Trey, like a betrayed puppy lol

Poor Trey does not think he deserves this kinda treatment since he truly had only pure motives. Why can't he ever catch a break? 🤣

Fortunately for Trey, he gets saved by the bell, which announces that everyone needs to hurry to their next class, which Riddle obviously will not allow anyone to be late to lol

When lunchtime later rolls around, Yuu resumes her valentine giving in the cafeteria, taking advantage of the fact that most of the people she’s seeking are there.

Fortunately for her, all of her sons end up being available on this particular today, so they all sit together for lunch, so this is when Yuu hands Epel, Ortho, and Sebek their valentines, catching them by surprise since they hadn't realized what today was, like Jack, or in the case of Ortho, he just didn't think a humanoid like him would be affected by this particular holiday.

Rather make chocolates for him, Yuu gives Epel chocolate macarons, which she incorporated a lot of different fillings in so they'd be as filling as possible, like bits of apple, nuts, fudge, etc. And Epel absolutely loves them, claiming they're the best macarons he's ever had, much to Yuu's delight.

For Sebek, Yuu made some crocodile-shaped chocolates, made from dark chocolate, which have a raspberry filling, because both dark chocolate and berries are a good source of energy, and because her son is such a hard-worker, she wanted to give him something that could get her through his typical busy days.

Like Jack, Sebek tries to play it cool, but it's obvious just from looking at him that he's incredibly flustered by the gift, because it's the first time a girl from outside of his family has ever given him a valentine, not that he would ever admit that, of course lol

Sebek ends up really loving the chocolates and he has to fight an internal war with himself to keep himself from eating them all in one sitting haha

For Ortho's valentine, he's very surprised when he unwraps his present and discovers a bracelet that he can actually wear.

Yuu reveals that she asked Idia to teach her how to make a bracelet that Ortho could wear since she wanted to do something for him for Valentine's Day and not just skip him cause he can't eat.

Obviously, due to Yuu's inexperience with this sort of thing, Yuu can't make anything complex, but Idia was able to come up with a really simple bracelet design that's basically made out of magnets, so she was able to pull it off.

(Idia had no idea it was for Valentine's Day, though. Yuu just told Idia that she wanted to surprise Ortho with a present, and Idia went along with it cause he knew it'd make Ortho happy.)

After she explains how she made Ortho's bracelet, she rolls up her sleeve and shows off the friendship bracelet she made for herself, which is meant to match the one Ortho received.

Naturally, Ortho is delighted by this turn of events, and he's quick to attach his new bracelet, which he enthusiastically thanks Yuu for.

Meanwhile, Ace tries to make fun of Yuu for doing something as lame as making friendship bracelets, but Deuce quickly smacks him to shut him up lol

Another funny moment that happens is all the guys, sans Grim and Jack, realize that Yuu never handed anything over to Jack, which leads to Yuu revealing that Jack was the first person to receive a valentine from her.

This leads to Jack being on the end of several jealous stares, putting him a position like Trey, which he is not happy about, although he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel at least a tad bit smug haha

To distract everyone, Jack asks Yuu if she told them about White Day yet. Knowing her, she probably hasn't since he's sure she's not expecting any return gifts.

And, of course, Jack is exactly right, and naturally, the other boys, once they hear there's something they don't know, want an explanation.

Because Ortho doesn't know she's from another world, Yuu says that where she grew up there was a holiday called White Day where guys give return gifts to girls who gave them gifts on Valentine's Day.

Naturally, Ortho wastes no time in doing an internet search, and much to Yuu's relief, he discovers that in the east there are some people that celebrate a tradition like White Day, leading him to immediately assume that that's the part of TW where Yuu came from.

Upon hearing about White Day, Deuce tells Yuu that she should've mentioned it sooner before declaring that he'll find the best possible present for her.

This ignites the rest of Yuu's sons' competitive spirits, so they all intend to give her gifts, which will be so amazing that they'll easily outshine the others.

Meanwhile, Yuu just smiles, feeling happy and touched by her sons' cute/sweet actions.

Anyway, after Yuu finishes eating lunch, she quickly starts searching for more of her friends who are in the cafeteria.

This leads her to a table where Vil and Rook are eating together since they're the first guys she happens to catch sight of.

Upon reaching their table, Yuu wishes her upperclassmen a Happy Valentine's Day before giving Rook some chocolate bonbons with caramel filling that she made.

Immediately, Rook starts waxing poetic to express how happy he is about his present. Although Yuu has gotten used to his behavior by this point, she still can't help but feel a little embarrassed when he starts praising not just her food but also her appearance. 

After giving Rook his gift, Yuu briefly hesitates before offering Vil the crown-shaped chocolates she made for him, claiming she chose dark chocolate since her research said it was good for the skin.

Because of how Vil is about his health, Yuu put a lot of time into thinking what would be a good gift for him since she wanted to give him something he’d actually enjoy.

Of course, she wasn’t completely sure that he’d even accept it since she was sure he received chocolate by the truck load from all his adoring fans, which is why she had hesitated. He had no reason to accept her gift, which would be meager in comparison, after all, but she still wanted to make something for him anyway.

That’s why she’s surprised when Vil thanks her for the gift and accepts it, all the while appearing pleased when she mentions the research she put into it.

Because of the calories, Vil is not one to normally indulge and eat chocolate, but he promises that, while he can never eat all the valentines he receives from his fans, he'll eat the chocolate she made, although he'll of course take his time eating them and make them last for a while.

Yuu is naturally delighted since she had really been hoping he'd accept the valentine she prepared for him.

Around that time, Yuu notices Ruggie who’s about to leave the cafeteria to bring Leona his lunch, so she quickly approaches him to give him the chocolate-filled donuts she made for him.

Ruggie is very pleased with this gift since he loves donuts and also a little flustered since he’s not used to receiving gifts from girls. His tail is wagging like crazy, much to Yuu's amusement.

After thanking her, Ruggie promises to return the favor before taking his leave.

Soon after Ruggie leaves, Lilia suddenly appears before Yuu, hanging upside down, catching her off guard.

Having noticed what she’s been up to, Lilia decided to approach her cause he wanted to ask her about his Valentine’s Day present. 

He had asked because he had just wanted to tease her, so he was pleasantly surprised when she gave him some bat-shaped chocolates that have a tomato juice jelly inside them.

After Lilia thanks her, the two head for the table where he and Silver had been seated at for lunch, so Yuu can give Silver his present.

Silver is dozing when they arrive, so after Lilia wakes him, Yuu gives him the mint flavored sword-shaped chocolate she made, hoping the mint flavor will help keep him awake.

Silver wasn’t expecting the present, but he’s very grateful for it and gives her a warm thank you and a small smile that makes her heart melt.

After she finishes giving Silver his gift, Lilia suggests that Yuu go to the Scarabia table next. She figures out why when she turns to look at the table and sees that Kalim is looking right at her with a big, sparkly, hopeful eyes while Jamil just face-palms beside him, having given up on getting Kalim to focus on finishing his lunch.

Not wanting to keep Kalim waiting any longer, Yuu hurries over to the Scarabia table to give him and Jamil the chocolates she made for them. Kalim is downright ecstatic and gives Yuu a big hug to thank her for the chocolate that he can’t wait to try. 

Jamil briefly appears surprised over the fact that he’s getting chocolate since, despite his friendship with Yuu, he wasn’t expecting any out of habit, but he’s very pleased, even though he does his best to hide it when he thanks her.

Kalim gets chocolates that have a filling made with coconut juice, and Jamil receives some curry chocolate truffles. Kalim’s chocolates are shaped like the sun since he’s a literal ball of sunshine.

Yuu also made sure, with Sam's help, that the chocolates can be eaten together and still taste good since she knows that Jamil will need to first taste-test Kalim’s and she didn’t want him to end up with a bad taste in his mouth when he ate his own chocolate afterwards.

When she reveals this, Jamil is surprised, and he also gets a little embarrassed by the fact that she was putting so much consideration into the chocolate on his behalf since he’s not used to it.

Kalim is very eager to eat his chocolate, so an exasperated Jamil, who can tell that Kalim is more interested in eating chocolate than what's left of his lunch, does the taste-testing, knowing there's no changing Kalim's mind.

Once he gets Jamil’s approval, Kalim tries one of his chocolates and is very happy with how great they taste. When he’s not praising Yuu, he’s telling Jamil to try his too, so he can properly praise and thank Yuu for her gift, even though she tells Jamil that he doesn’t have to.

In the end, Jamil goes along with it to get Kalim to calm down and appears pleased with the taste of his truffles, which he said were well made like the chocolate she made for Kalim. When he commends her on a job well done, Yuu gets very happy since it’s not every day that Jamil compliments someone and genuinely means it. Plus, she respects his cooking skills, so his opinion means a lot to her.

After she finishes chatting with the Scarabia duo, it comes time for Yuu to head to class since the lunch period is almost over, and she needs to focus on ensuring she, Grim, and ADeuce get to class on time, which isn't always easy since Grim is always wanting to keep eating/to nap after lunch rather than go to class, so Yuu always has to give herself some time to wrangle Grim lol

So it's not until after classes let out for the day that Yuu resumes her valentines delivery, which she begins after asking ADeuce to keep an eye on Grim for her.

The next guy to get a valentine from Yuu is Leona whom Yuu eventually finds sleeping in the botanical garden, which is the first place she checked when she began her search cause she knows how much he likes that place.

Rather than try to wake him, Yuu intends to just leave the chocolate beside him along with a note that she had written just in case she found him under these circumstances.

After setting down the chocolates on the grass beside Leona, Yuu turns to leave but gets stopped by Leona’s tail that wraps around her ankle. After almost falling because of the abrupt action, she turns to frown at a now awake Leona who’s smirking at her.

Since he doesn’t remove his tail from her person, Leona obviously has no intention to allow her to leave, so she takes a seat on the grass and questions his actions, to which he replies that if she’s going to give him a Valentine’s Day gift she has to do it properly.

Yuu grumbles about how he always complains about people waking him from his naps before wishing him a Happy Valentine’s Day like he wants. When he teasingly asks her where’s her love confession, she rolls her eyes and tells him that, while she does love him, that's not the kind of chocolate she's giving him.

Leona continues to look smug as he eats his chocolates which she made sure weren’t too sweet since she figured he’d like them more that way.

After teasing her for a little while about how much she likes him, Leona pulls out his chess set which he brought with him to the garden, making Yuu wonder if he knew she’d be coming by to see him today. Considering how he is, she wouldn't be surprised.

Since his tail is still firmly wrapped around her ankle, Yuu knows she’ll have to entertain Leona before he’ll finally allow her to leave, so she plays a round of chess with him.

Shortly after the match starts, Leona questions her about who she gave Valentine’s Day gifts to and promptly rolls his eyes when she reveals that she made some for all her friends since he thinks she’s ridiculous for making that many.

Soon after that, a large smirk appears on his face which she knows doesn’t bode well for her. She’s proven right when he orders her to only give him chocolate next year since there’s no reason for her to give any to anyone else.

Yuu, of course, is not a fan of that idea since she wants to give chocolate to all her friends, her sons especially. Plus, she’s afraid that guys like Grim/Deuce/Kalim will cry if she doesn’t give them anything next year lol

Still grinning, Leona tells her that if he wins this chess match she’ll have to follow his order so she better win if she really doesn’t want to have to follow it.

Yuu tries to get out of dealing with his unreasonable demands, but Leona just ignores her, much to her exasperation. 

As a result, Yuu is forced to go all out with this chess match since she really doesn’t want to deal with the fallout if she has to give into his demands.

Since she has never beaten Leona at chess, Yuu isn’t too optimistic which is why she’s really surprised when the match eventually ends in a stalemate.

Her surprise only grows when Leona tells her that, even though she has always thought otherwise, she’s actually a pretty good chess player. The reason for that is because, while she has lost every match she has ever played, it’s because she went against someone who was a certified genius in her world (Tokumei) and Leona, who’s a genius in his own right.

While she has trouble against genius players like Tokumei and Leona, Leona thinks she could handle herself pretty well against anyone else. The only thing holding her back is that she normally plays with a learning mindset.

Because she’s always expecting to lose, Yuu always just focuses on analyzing her opponent’s strategies and finding different ways to handle them to keep the game from ending too quickly. She just makes it into a learning experience rather than a game to win.

Leona’s not used to that kind of player so he found it interesting to play her since he liked watching how she reacted to all his different strategies. However, he still wanted to see what she’d be like if she actually played to win which is why he came up with that ridiculous demand, knowing he needed to give her some good motivation.

(This was also Leona's way of doing something nice for Yuu as thanks for the chocolate. He wanted her to see what she's capable of and help her realize the truth about her chess skills.

The reason Leona never said anything sooner was cause he wanted to see if she'd come to this realization on her own and cause he had no issue with the way she always played chess since he found it interesting.

Since Leona's not the type to praise people, it would take a moment like this for him to finally say that Yuu has skills since he can't be too soft at the risk of his reputation lol)

Yuu is very surprised over the fact that she’s not as bad at chess as she had thought and because Leona is actually praising her in his own way. Because praise from Leona is usually pretty rare, she can’t help but feel very happy about it. 

Thankfully, since the match ended in a stalemate and because Leona wasn’t really serious about his order, Yuu won’t have to cut anyone off her list of gift recipients on Valentine’s Day next year.

However, Leona does smugly tell her that he expects his present to be the biggest of next year’s batch, much to her exasperation. 

After the chess match ends, Leona finally allows Yuu to leave at her request since she still has other valentines to deliver.

Not long after Yuu leaves the botanical garden, Floyd comes sprinting toward her, claiming he’s been looking all over for her. When he starts squeezing her, he demands to know why everyone else is getting chocolate from her but not him.

Thankfully, he’s not squeezing her tight enough that she can’t speak so she’s able to tell him that she was about to go looking for him, Jade, and Azul to deliver the chocolates she made for them, which quickly cheers him up.

Floyd then proceeds to throw Yuu over his shoulder, so he can take her to the Mostro Lounge, ignoring her when she tries to tell him that carrying her is unnecessary. 

When they reach the Mostro Lounge, Jade is observing them with obvious amusement while Azul immediately starts scolding Floyd for being rough with Yuu and potentially endangering the NDA she signed.

Ignoring Azul, Floyd happily declares that Yuu has Valentine’s Day presents for them after he sets her down. Meanwhile, after taking a moment to recover from Floyd’s manhandling, Yuu takes out the Octotrio’s presents and hands them out, starting with an impatient Floyd.

Floyd’s chocolates are shaped like different kinds of sea creatures while Jade’s look like mushrooms, and Azul’s are shaped like coins.

Since Azul is always mindful of his calorie intake, Yuu made chocolates to accommodate that. Meanwhile, the twins get chocolates that reflect their sweets preferences.

Floyd gets a big kick out of all the sea creatures especially when he sees one that looks like a shrimp. That's the first one he eats lol

Jade loves the mushroom shapes of his chocolates while Azul appreciates the consideration put into his chocolate and the fact that they look like money lol

While it’s not completely noticeable, Azul is a little flustered over receiving a genuine Valentine’s Day gift, which he has never received from a girl before, but he tries to hide that when he quickly tells Yuu that he will return the favor since he doesn’t want to owe her anything. Jade also promises to return the favor to express his appreciation for her lovely gift.  

Floyd says he’ll think of something fun that he and Yuu can do together as thanks for his present, which honestly makes her worried since his definition of fun is oftentimes very different from everyone else’s lol

After her visit to the Mostro Lounge ends, Yuu goes by the Ignihyde dorm next since she knows that’s where she’ll find Idia. 

Soon after she enters the dorm, Ortho approaches her, having noticed her arrival via the dorm's security cameras, and eagerly asks if she's here to give his brother a valentine.

When she says that she is, Ortho happily guides her to his brother’s room where they find Idia playing a game. Ortho quickly earns his brother’s attention when he announces that Yuu is here to see him.

After pausing his game, Idia turns to look at Yuu and promptly freezes when he sees the gift Yuu is holding and hears her wish him a Happy Valentine’s Day.

Staring at her in disbelief, Idia starts freaking out about how there is no way anyone would give someone like him a Valentine’s Day gift. This has to be some kind of prank or he’s hallucinating.

Yuu was worried this would happen which is why she had wondered whether or not to give Idia a present. On one hand, she didn’t want to make him freak out like this, but on the other hand, she didn’t want him to be the only one of her friends that didn’t get any chocolate since she was sure he’d be upset if he found out, even if he would never outright admit it.

Eventually, Ortho & Yuu are able to get Idia to calm down, so he can accept the present, which Ortho insists he does since it would be rude not to when Yuu came all this way to deliver it and put so much time into making something for him.

Since he knows his brother is right, Idia accepts the present but is extremely flustered the whole time and can’t look directly at Yuu. His hair is a bright pink, which Yuu finds adorable but she wisely keeps that tidbit to herself. 

For Idia’s sake, Yuu keeps her visit short since he’s obviously going to need some time to recover from getting his first ever Valentine’s Day chocolates, which were made to resemble the logo of one of his favorite video games.

Later that night, Yuu finally delivers her final valentine which goes to Malleus, who came by her dorm after Lilia told him that Yuu wanted to see him tonight.

Because she wasn’t sure if she would see Malleus on Valentine’s Day, Yuu asked Lilia at lunch if he would pass along an invitation to Malleus for him to visit tonight since she wanted to make sure she saw him before the holiday ended.

For Malleus, Yuu made some chocolate truffles that have an ice cream center, which were made with gargoyle shaped molds. 

Malleus was surprised by the gift since he didn’t realize what today was, but now, he realizes why Lilia was wearing such a big grin when he told Malleus about Yuu’s invitation. 

Malleus isn’t used to receiving gifts like this, so it makes him happy that Yuu was thinking of him on this holiday and put the time into making something for him. And he's especially delighted about how delicious his truffles are.

All in all, Yuu’s first Valentine’s Day is a huge success, and she couldn’t be happier about that. She had a lot of fun making and giving gifts to all the people she has come to care about at this school, so it’s hard to tell who enjoyed the day more between her and the guys. 

Also, regarding White Day, word of the holiday eventually spreads to all of Yuu's friends thanks to the first years telling their upperclassmen/clubmates, so everyone ends up preparing a White Day gift for Yuu.

Just as she deserves 💕

[artsybug0]

What inspired you to make Millie?

Like a month or so ago, when Welcome Home gotten really popular I wanted to make a self-insert!

Ive made self-inserts of myself for almost every fandom im in just so I can draw myself interacting with my favorite characters. Kinda like a self-comfort thing.

But as I drew her, I started to draw her to less look like me. And I started making up a story about her. Eventually the at first self-insert, just turned into a new character!

So she was originally supposed to be a self-insert but quickly turned into an Oc😅.

I didn’t plan to post about her or anything. But I thought it would be cool to make a video that looks like you just clicked on her house to see her character description, but then it glitches out. But I put so much effort into it I really wanted to share it. So I posted it on TikTok! And then people liked it, so I wanted to make another one! I made an angsty video of basically Wally mourning the fact that he caused Millie’s death. And people REALLY liked it! So I kept making videos of her and here I am haha! I really didn’t think she would of gotten so popular so quickly but it makes me so happy!

At that time there weren’t any Valentine’s Day themed characters/OC’s for WH so I just went for it! Now there’s a bunch lol. But I’m not complaining!

Here’s the first ever sketches I ever made of Millie! I was in class and was doodling on a whiteboard!

I’m pretty sure I was originally gonna make her a baker instead of a writer haha!

[eldritchsurveys]

1201.

What was the highlight of your day? >> Sparrow made me a ginger bok choy soup and I don't know if this will give me cramps later but at least I got to eat something that actually tastes good.

Do you know anyone who is anorexic? >> I used to, but I don't think anyone I currently know is anorexic. Are you dating the person you texted last? . Who has hurt you the most this year? .

What's the last insult someone said to you? .

Was it a boy or a girl to text you last? . Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? >> I don't. Maybe if the storm that's currently rolling in is a good one I'll go out to the stoop to watch it, but otherwise I'm fine here in my room. Have you ever given up on someone for good? >> Sure.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? .

How much did your car cost? .

Will you have a boyfriend/girlfriend in 6 months? . Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? .

When was the last time you hugged someone? .

What is the last picture you received on your phone of? .

Are you better at remembering names or faces? >> I can remember both fairly easily.

Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? >> I have.

Have you ever let someone go because you thought they deserved better? >> I have not done this. Who did you last share a taxi with? >> Sparrow, I assume.

Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now? >> There is not. What do you hear right now? >> Thunder rolling, my typing, Sparrow talking to the cat because he is afraid of storms or whatever. Do you remember the first time you met the last person you kissed? .

Do you like polka-dotted things? >> I don't.

Do you do anything to help the environment? >> I... don't? Like, how do I answer this, lol. My little old existence isn't hurting ~the environment~ in the first place. What do you think of people who complain about Valentine's Day? >> I don't think anything specific about them. I generally assume when people complain a lot about V-Day, they're actually upset about something else (loneliness, dredged-up heartbreak, social pressure, the oppressive weight of amanormativity, whatever) and V-Day is just an easy target for their angst. Have you ever had to get stitches? >> I have.

When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong? .

What was the last thing you wore that was black? >> I'm wearing a black undershirt right now.

Is your tongue pierced? >> It is not. Do you think that you have a pretty smile? >> I do!

What month were you born in? >> May.

When's the last time you cried over a guy? .

Are you keeping a secret that would shock people if they found out? .

What pissed you off yesterday? >> Being hungry and not being able to do anything about it. The person you like at the moment finds someone new, what is your reaction? . Are you scared to lose the person you fell the hardest for? .

Has anyone seen you in your underwear this month? >> Sure, multiple times. Is your life falling apart or coming together? >> Neither? Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now? .

Do you know anyone in the army? >> I do not. Wait, Sparrow's brother-in-law is in some military branch or another but I don't recall which one. Do you have any friends that actually model? >> I do not.

If you could go back in time and change something, would you? . Do you care about the last person you kissed? .

Do they care about you? .

Are you for or against gay marriage? >> lmao remember when like every fucking survey had this question on it Ever kissed someone whose name started with A, B, C, & D? >> Oh, I don't remember. Is there someone you wish you were with right now? . Do you still talk to the person you liked 3 months ago? .

When do you want to get married? >> I got married in 2019.

Do you know anyone who’s committed suicide? >> I do not.

Have you ever imagined how it would feel kissing a certain someone? .

Would you fall apart if that last person you kissed died? .

Is there anyone who doesn't like you? >> I'm sure there is.

When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face? .

What was the last thing you cried about? >> Being frustrated about not being able to just eat normally.

Do you have nice eyes? >> I sure do.

What are the bad things you've heard people say about you? >> I only remember this sort of thing when I'm in flashback and I'm certainly not trying to be in one now.

Is there anyone that is jealous of you or anything that you have? >> I don't know, man. People aren't usually that transparent and frank about how they feel about other people.

How many true friends do you have? .

Does anyone disgust you? >> I've been disgusted by people, sure, but they aren't people I have to deal with or anything.

Do you flirt a lot? >> I don't flirt at all. Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? >> I have not.

What phrase or saying do you use the most? >> I have no idea. I say a lot of things frequently, as I'm sure most people do.

What mood are you in right now? >> Eh. Neutral, I guess.

Have you ever kissed someone that was high? >> Many times. Are you waiting for anything? >> I am not.

Do you have a good relationship with your mother? .

Do you think Jersey people are annoying? >> I was born and raised in New Jersey and I still have no idea what the hell this means. People in general are annoying, lmao, that's not a state-specific thing.

How many exes do you have? >> Enough.

Did anyone break up with you in the last 5 days? >> No.

Who was the last person that broke your heart? . Do you love anyone? .

Do you want to be single or with someone? >> I would love to be in an intimate emotionally-connected relationship with someone, but I still have no idea how that's supposed to happen. What song are you listening to right now? .

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? .

Does your mom think you’re a virgin? .

Is there someone that wants you to give them a second chance? .

Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? . Would you rather get high or have sex right now? >> por que no los dos (they go very well together) Do you know anyone with a star tattoo right by their hip bone? >> I do not.

Did anyone give you anything last Valentine's Day? >> No. Do you keep condoms in your room? >> I do not.

What do you think about people who party a lot? >> What is there to think? I'm glad they're enjoying themselves, unless they're not, in which case I hope they figure that out and find something that they do enjoy. Have you ever been caught sneaking out of your house? >> No.

How much time do you spend on AIM a day? >> well, that's this survey carbon-dated, innit Is there a secret you've never told your parents? . Ever kissed someone over 30? >> lmao

What size bra do you wear? >> I don't remember. 34D or something like that Does the person you last kissed still like you? . Are your parents still together? . Was your first time good or bad? >> Entirely unremarkable.

[emotionalillusions]

All the pretty asks. Mwahahahahaha!!!

As you requested, here are all of them <3 ...even if you only asked for payback lol

angel; is there anyone you’d do anything for? Yes, a small few. 

galaxy; what fascinates you? A great many things inspire my fascination, first I am intensely fascinated with you @mishaps-and-mixtapes , otherwise in general I'd say history, traveling, the universe, books, the human mind, relationships, Ayurveda, writing, parenting.

melody; favorite artists? I have a lot of favs, a list thats far too long to put here. I will answer who I've been listening to most in the last month or two - Ella Mai, Kehlani, H.E.R., Erick the Architect, Mahalia, 6Lack, Banks, DaniLeigh, J Cole, Sade

silk; what outfit makes you feel confident? A pretty dress usually ups the confidence level but I can also feel great in a pair of jeans that hug my curves and a tank top. Ooh, also lingerie! Nothing says confidence like a lace chemise or corset and garter belt.

rose; favorite flower? Lilies, sunflowers, and daisies. And cherry blossoms.

sun; favorite season Autumn, but Spring is a close second.

film; favorite movie/tv show? This topic/question requires a few blunts and an overnight discussion. I can't even narrow it down. 

gorgeous; what do you like in a person? Everything that you are. 

diamond; favorite color? Purple, teal, mauve

infatuation; first crush? Oh, can I even remember the first crush? I'm pretty sure it was in elementary school, I don't even remember the kids name, but I remember he was funny and made me laugh.

dream; how long do you sleep on average? hahahahahaha. Oh, is this a serious question??? I get a few hours whenever my eyes refuse to stay open any longer. 

brilliant; what celebrity do people say you look like? Um, no one has ever really said I look like a celebrity.

perfume; favorite scent? You, yes you are definitely my favorite scent.  

fleece; have any pets? A little scrapper kitten, who is as adorable as he is mean.

pigment; what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color which one would you choose? Naturally dark brown. I've had my hair a ton of different colors. I really like a dark red or purple.

charcoal; do you have a good relationship with your parents? Its always been kind of complicated as both my parents have issues with substance abuse, but I was really close with my mom before she passed. I don't have a bad relationship with my dad currently but he's not a reliable person and not someone I turn to during times of need. He is great for helping with some bigger home related projects when he's around.

ocean; do you take a yearly vacation? I've been trying to make it a tradition to go somewhere once a year, and the last couple years I've made it happen. 

murky; biggest fear? Something devastating happening to any of the kids. Death in general, even knowing it's an inevitable part of life. 

devotion; are you taken? Answered but I'll answer again. I belong completely to @mishaps-and-mixtapes

lingerie; what do you wear to bed? Depends on the night, but typically very little, tank and panties.

daydream; best memory? In the delivery rooms when they put the baby in my arms and get to see their sweet faces for the first time. 

joy; best feeling you’ve ever experienced?  Love and understanding. I've only truly felt that in a relationship with you. It's beyond comparable. 

masque; what’s your skincare routine? I wash my face lol. I've gotten better about using moisturizer and sunscreen since moving to a desert area. Holy dry skin batman.

valentine; best gift you’ve ever received? I appreciate a thoughtful gift, but they aren't my love language. I'd rather make memories than have something material I think. 

parchment; favorite book? I can't pick one favorite. The best book I read in the last year was A Gentleman in Moscow. 

garden; do you have a garden? plants?  A lot of plants. I'd love a garden, to grow my own fruits and vegetables. Oooh, a greenhouse!

oasis; dream destination? Ah, many! Petra, Tibet, Japan, Rome, Bali... 

sense; best subject? favorite subject? I was always good at Math and English, but I love Psychology & Philosophy

footprints; do you want kids? There's a few running around and want more with you, let's practice making them.

rainbow; what’s your sexuality? Straight, with a sprinkle of bicurious.

sweater; do you prefer loose or baggy clothes? Isn't loose and baggy the same thing?

nail laquer; punk or pastel? I swing both ways.

1975; if you could time travel to any time period, what would it be and why? Hm. Maybe the Renaissance period in Florence Italy for the appeal of the cultural and intellectual richness with figures like Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo and Galileo.

tattoos; do you have/want and tattoos and piercings? I have a lot of tattoos, I stopped counting after getting to double digits. I also used to have more piercings. I'd love to have them redone and intend to.

[hushhushplzzz]

I loved your analysis of Terri Porter as a character and her relationship with Gina and potential relationship with Ricky. Just wanted to ask if you had any idea about the Valentine's Day chocolates. Because even if Terri and Ricky have not officially met before, the implication seems to be that they have had a conversation centred around Gina before 4×07. At a period of time that Terri now knows Gina was not very happy during because of this very boy. Do you think that interaction could have accounted for the obvious tension between them in Gina's bedroom? Apart from everything else.

Asking the hard questions I see haha 😅

the implication seems to be that they have had a conversation centred around Gina before 4x07

So the only info we have regarding Ricky and Terri’s possible connection in the chocolates ordeal is:

The way I kinda see it? If we’re being technically technical, there isn’t actually explicit implication that she’s had a conversation with Ricky before, much less about getting Gina chocolates. All she mentions is what’s in the above screenshot text message, and though you could potentially connect the two given the timeline of events (and I know I and many others did back in the day), it’s still not confirmed. Could still be anything that allowed her to find a way to send it last minute. We have the screenshot of the old script idea which did confirm it, but the thing is, like the hoco car scene no-one-saw-it-coming smooch that got scrapped and Jennzara talking in the middle of LYF and I’m sure countless other early scripts, this Ricky confession was scrapped too. So for all intents and purposes, Ricky never canonically interacted with Gina’s mom until the Halloween party in s4.

If they’d ever had any kind of communication prior to s4 encounters, we wouldn’t have gotten this brutal ass scene:

Gina introduces him for the first time, and the name drop doesn’t spark any recognition on Terri’s face at all. Plus, Ricky nods after Gina says “I don’t think you two have ever met”. So I don’t think they’ve interacted at all before.

Do you think that interaction could have accounted for the obvious tension between them in Gina’s bedroom?

(As in… like most moms wouldn’t be, Terri wasn’t pleased that Ricky’s girlfriend having ass got her daughter chocolates on VDay the way a boyfriend would lmao?)

I have 3 overall thoughts:

1) I personally don’t think it was a factor. When Gina tells her mom about the last several months and what went down, at the time, she herself still doesn’t even know Ricky gave her the chocolates so Terri wouldn’t know that Ricky was involved. Ricky doesn’t show up with the new box until later that evening, so could she have learned that later? Sure, but I don’t think so. My general view is that this potential Ricky/Terri collab is a plot hole Tim just wants us to forget about and move on from lol, evidenced by Ricky just dropping the box of chocolates on the ground and it never being addressed directly. Seems like one of those things that were scrapped or changed in scripts, but previous occurrences/dialogue etc was not accounted for to corroborate this adjustment. (For example, Kourtney saying Ricky and Nini met in the 7th grade, a dialogue point that is then later confused by them being revealed as childhood friends from a young age at the end of the season).

2) They could still have collab’ed. In which case, the argument now becomes how to prove that she did recognise Ricky’s name which is a little harder. But in that case, if the collab is canon, I would choose as possible evidence the fact that Terri kind of goes from recoiling when Ricky taps her arm to addressing him with a "warm" smile (warm for Terri). That maybe she does remember the dear friend who got her daughter chocolates and so he gets “special treatment” with direct interaction instead of the borderline dismissive way she generally acts towards the theatre group. Because in this whole scene, she doesn't look at anyone else in the room at all until right before she leaves and even then it's just a quick glance and smile. But she looks at Ricky straight on lmao, hence "special treatment".

So in that case, yeah, the chocolates might be a factor in her disdain in e7, barring other issues she has with him. Knowing he did the nice gesture for her daughter could also explain why she seems kind of fond of him in that confrontation in Gina’s room despite having barely talked. A 'he may not meet her standards as a boyfriend for her daughter, but he exceeds every expectation for her daughter as a friend and she still is grateful for that' type of thing.

And 3) I headcanon with my sis that Terri actually did send Gina some fancy chocolate package or gift outside of Ricky through some delivery service, but her gift got delivered to the wrong address. It would explain why Terri texted so late at night: she'd checked tracking and seen the package was delivered, but didn't receive a confirmation text from Gina all day and evening that she’d gotten the gift that likely had a card attached. If it had been delivered to the right place, Gina would have gotten two chocolate gifts that night. And with this headcanon, it removes Ricky being involved with Terri’s plan in any capacity, it explains Terri’s last minute gift of chocolates to Gina, keeps Ricky as the sole giver of the box we did see, and keeps the chocolates drama from s2 (Gina thinking it was from her mom and Ricky’s stupid joking about something he really did do), and thus, solves the plot hole lol.

All this to say, that after s4, I do see some part of Terri’s reluctance to accept Ricky as overprotectiveness because he’s hurt Gina in the past, however unintentional, but I don’t think the chocolates play a role. The way everything went down, I don’t personally think we’re supposed to connect Ricky and Terri in the chocolate narrative point anymore, but I could obviously be wrong! Nothing was confirmed so sky’s the limit on whatever we want to imagine.

Thanks for the ask and for reading that meta! :3

[hope-drunk]

- flowers | a. anderson

| you get abby flowers for valentine’s day, she gives you something better in return

| content warning: fem!reader, oral (r receiving), pet names (baby, princess), top!abby, bottom!reader, established relationship, barely proofread, not accurate description of how flowers grow but it’s the apocalypse so idc, definitely ooc manny, mushy abby and reader, idk i just wanted to write a valentine’s day fic LOL

“Yeah, but what’s the point of it?” you ask Manny.

“I don’t know. To get some?” he answers.

You had met Manny in the cafeteria, being assigned to patrol with him for the day. When you saw him, he wished you a happy Valentine's Day, which you had no clue was a thing. Of course, you have heard of the big holidays, like Christmas or Halloween, but you had never heard of Valentine’s Day. Now, you were walking in the cold to the checkpoint, trying to figure it out together.

“How’d you even hear of it?”

“Saw it on a card in an old grocery store one time, then found the day on a very old calendar. It’s the day of love.” Manny laughs, dragging out the ‘o’ in love. 

You laugh with him, then fall to a natural silence. You cleared out the few infected that were running around before starting to head back to base. 

It was still cold out, but there wasn’t any snow on the ground anymore. Looking around, you spot some flowers growing up along a building, running over to quickly grab them.

“What are you doing?” Manny chuckles, jogging to where you were.

“Didn’t they give flowers as gifts? I’m getting Abby flowers.” you say, trying to find the freshest ones to pull out of the ground.

He groans. “Oh you’re such a love bird. It’s really gross.”

You laugh at him, gathering your makeshift bouquet before shoving him.

“At least I can keep someone.” you say running back to the truck you had driven in.

“It’s a choice!” you hear him yell, which only causes you to laugh harder.

The drive back was quiet, you spent it fiddling with the flowers, excited to give them to Abby the first chance you got. You had been together for a few months now, and it was everything you had ever wished for. She came off as intimidating to everyone else, so when you went public, it was hard for them to adjust to her being soft with you. Manny has asked you many times why she won’t treat him the same way, which causes Abby to give him a glare in return. 

When you got back, you found her in your joint room, sweaty. She must have just gotten back from the gym. She smiles when she realizes it’s you that walked in, coming over to give you a sweet kiss before backing away.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” you say, stretching out the flowers towards her chest.

“What the fuck is that?” she asks “And where’d you find flowers?” Confusion is written all over her face as she examines the flowers you had pushed into her hands.

“Manny told me about it, he said it’s a day to celebrate love. So I thought I would get you a present.” you say, voice faltering.

Abby didn’t have the reaction you were expecting. She seemed genuinely confused, but your brain was taking it as disapprovement. She looked up at you, noticing your smile had turned into a slight frown. She’s quick to jump over to you, using her thumb to rub out the crease between your eyebrows. She gives you a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips, which are already back to a smile by the time she gets down to them.

“I don’t know why you’d listen to Manny on anything in terms of love, but thank you for the flowers, baby. They’re almost as beautiful as you.” Abby says. 

You laugh as she starts to cringe from her cheesy line. Grabbing your hand, she moves you both to the kitchen to grab something that at least emulates a vase to put the flowers in. 

“So, what do you want in return?” she asks, putting water in with the flowers.

“Don’t want anything, Abs, just thought it would be a nice gift.” you say, blushing at the stern ‘that’s not gonna happen’ look she shoots you.

Once she’s gotten the flowers how she wants, she comes over to where you’re standing, grabbing your hips to lift you onto the kitchen countertop. You try to stifle your small giggle, placing your arms around her neck while she rubs matching circles on each of your hips. 

“What about,” she says, kissing down your neck. “I give you something I know you’ll like.”

She stops her assault on your neck to look at you. You nod your head eagerly, which she smirks at. 

“Lift up your arms.” Abby demands. Once she takes your shirt and bra off, she’s quick to move her mouth to your breasts, sucking at them hungrily. 

She unbuttons your pants just as quickly, using one strong arm to lift you off the countertop. She’s acting crazed, you’ve never seen her move at this pace. Usually, Abby likes to take her time with you, she’s cruel with her teasing, and she loves to hear you beg. Right now? That Abby is long gone. She kisses down your stomach fast, before scooching your body further off the counter, cunt coming towards her mouth. And Abby dives right in. 

You let out a strained moan at the contact. Her hot mouth licks fast at your heat. You’re trying to find something to grab onto, settling on her head. You don’t mean to, but you try to grind into Abby’s face, she’s going so fast, your orgasm approaching before you know it.

“Abby, oh God–” you try to speak, wanting her to slow down, but also thinking you may die if she does.

She replaces her tongue with her thumb, rubbing tight circles into your clit. 

Looking up at you from the ground, she says, “What? What d’you want, baby? Know I’ll give it to you.”

You’re so blissed out you can’t even answer her, you just softly grab the top of her head again, trying to push it back to your pussy. She understands exactly what you’re asking for, and moves her tongue back onto you. You let out a strangled groan as you feel her the muscle enter you, her nose bumping your clit. Her arm is around your waist still, making sure there’s no way you could move away from her.

She comes up for a breath, fully standing this time, and you feel two fingers slip into your hole. Abby’s thrusting them in rapidly.

“Want you to cum for me, okay?” 

You nod back at her, eyes glassy from the pressure on your walls.

“‘M gonna cum.” you say, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time.

“Yeah you are, give it to me, princess.” Abby says, before contacting your mouths together.

You taste yourself on her tongue, and that’s what sends you over the edge. Your mouth falls open as your walls clench on Abby’s fingers. She kisses your cheek as you ride out the orgasm.

Once your orgasm has finished, you slouch against Abby’s shoulder, and she lets you stay there for a while before carefully pulling her fingers out of your sensitive hole, shushing you as she does. You use some of the little energy you have left to look up at her.

“Hi.” You say, giving her a shy smile.

“Hey there.” Abby replies.

“We can never make food on this counter again.” 

She laughs, shaking her head. “We’ll clean it, it’s fine.”

Abby helps you off the counter, steadying you as your legs wobble.

“Let’s go take a shower, yeah?” she says, kissing the top of your head. 

You can’t find it in yourself to say no, letting her walk you to your bathroom. You giggle to yourself as you remember what Manny said, maybe Valentine’s Day presents do help you get some.

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 - 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

hehe, i’m back at it again with one of these long ass posts but this idea’s literally been in my head all day long so here you go !! obvious nsfw warning :)

tw: this whole post is just nsfw and embarrassing to read so read at your own risk >:)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » during a super intense and loud session, his voice cracked as he asked you “does that feel goOD- good baby?” to this day, he still prays that you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own moans

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » you were riding him and he went to slap your ass, but something went wrong either because you were riding too quickly or he was shaking too much, boy ended up slapping himself in the balls. you’ve never heard that boy scream that loud in your life

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » literally pulled out in the middle of sex to get up and rush to the corner of his room to flip around his childhood teddy bears. your just laying there with your tiddies and coochie out waiting for asahi to shield the eyes of mr. wiggles

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » you two were having pretty intense shower sex until tanaka did the number one thing your not supposed to do during shower sex; this muthafucker slipped while holding you. long story short, y’all were okay but just ended up having nasty shower floor sex??

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » this tiny ass 5′2 man was unconsciously humping your leg while you were both asleep?? his presumably pleasurable wet dream had turned into a sudden nightmare when you literally had to KICK him off you to stop the humping. bad nishinoya, bad!

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » came WAYYY too early inside you, but he was too embarrassed to say anything so he just... kept going. sadly, no one had warned kageyama of the intense effects of overstimulation. he was shaking and whimpering so badly behind you to the point where you had to ask him to pull out and bring him a glass of water to calm down

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » the first time you squirted on him, he just blatantly asked you these exact few words that left you feeling mortified: “did you just piss on me?” nuh uh hinata, this water fountain ain’t yours to drown in anymore >:( 

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » kei was hitting it from the back pretty hard this time, so hard that you were suddenly... on an angle? suddenly, now you two were much closer to the floor than before. the bed ended up collapsing, yes literally collapsing due to kei’s powerful thrusts. worst part is, nobody got to finish since kei dragged you to ikea to grumpily buy a new bedframe. but hey, he bought you ikea meatballs; that shit hits so different

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » one super duper intense night, he passed out the SECOND he came. no matter how much you flicked the temple of his forehead, yamaguchi was dead asleep. you had to literally slap him awake to get him to clean up, you ain’t risking a ranky stanky UTI puthy in the morning

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » kept calling himself a sex machine during the act. i don’t know if it was due to the 6 tequila shots he had beforehand or just his inner ego revealing, whatever it was it was about to make your pussy close

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » this one time, he kept going in at a weird angle which caused you to repeatedly queef for 7 minutes straight. every time you told him to pull out and go in properly, he laughed and kept going in at that one weird angle!! was your embarrassment a turn on for him?? maybe!! but were you mortified? absolutely!!

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » i’m sorry to have to be the one to announce this, but this man had the worst case of full blown bush you’ve ever seen. like, he didn’t even try to manscape or anything at all. you ended up begging him to trim just a tiny bit because you weren’t gonna risk choking on a pube whilst your going down on him

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » rubbed your left labia thinking it was your clit. and he kept doing that. the whole. fucking. time. even when you subtly moved his fingers towards your clit, he just kept going back to the left lip.

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » had the most dry and dull dirty talk you’ve ever heard. like, it’s not even dirty talk at this point; it’s just clean talk. there’s no passion when he talks! he uses the same tone he would use for anyone else at any other moment. to paint the picture, imagine riding kunimi and he’s just there with a furrowed expression like “yup, that feels really good”

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » tried to pull one of those unexpected anal scenes that he saw from a porno, without telling you beforehand. life lesson here; if you party at shit's house, don't be surprised if shit's at the party

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » you two were looking to get a little more kinky in terms of BDSM, so kuroo watched like 30 tutorials on youtube on how to safely tie you up so you won’t fall or anything. this bitch ended up tying rope knots that were practically impossible to undo, which resulted in you hanging from the ceiling for approximately 2 hours pussy-ass naked while kuroo tried to cut you down with a kitchen knife

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » wanted to spice things up with some dirty talk, like the real nasty talk they use in pornos but not the normal pornos; the shitty company ones with horrific acting. he really ended up announcing that he was going to “fuck your fucking fanny off, you twat”

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » got super excited while he was opening the lube since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you in a WHILE, which resulted the lube leaked everywhere and a giant 6′5 man slipping and hitting his head on the bed frame. worst part is; he had to go to the ER with a hard on that refused to go away

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » speaking of boners that wouldn’t go away, let’s not forget that one time bokuto took two viagras when you texted him to come over for a special occasion. he horribly misinterpreted the ‘special occasion’ text, because he showed up to your house with a huge buldge in his pants as your parents stand before him holding anniversary cards, completely horrified

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » wanted to make valentines day sex as romantic as he could, so he did the classic lighting candles and giving roses. everything was beautiful, until he accidently knocked one of the bigger candles over during missionary. this not only caused a huge ass fire in your bedroom, but he came right as the fire began to spread. boy was debating on whether his orgasm was to die for or not

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » had a nose bleed when he was going down on you and you both were immediately horrified, you thinking it was your period and him thinking he just ate coochie blood. yet as you went to go clean up, you realized his face had much more blood on it than your coochie did. to this day, he still blames it on your period 

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » threw you onto the bed and your head went through the wall. he didn’t even bother to ask you if you were okay, he just sighed and went “well, now i have to make a call to the construction guy. excuse me” and he left you and your concussed ass head sit there once again, pussy ass naked

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » during a blowjob, he held your head down right as he was coming causing the cum to shoot up your throat and somehow pour out of your nose. by the time he pulled out, he could barely breath from laughing at you. sure, the classic ‘milk shooting out of nose’ thing was funny at first until you got a sinus infection and had to breath out of your mouth for the next three days

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » always insists having sex in the most inconvenient places?? like he would pull you to side while grocery shopping and start grinding up against you as you pick which brand of cheese would be better??

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » he kept getting frustrated that his bangs were clouding his field of vision, so he irritably grabbed a hair tie and frantically tied up the sides of his bangs while he was fucking you. you immediately burst out laughing since he looked exactly like boo from monsters inc. 

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » got so drunk that he ended up fucking the couch. like he was just there on top of you, and his dick was just sliding between the folds of the leather couch. you decided to let him finish like that

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » had a really bad reaction to one of the products he used while shaving and ended up getting super irritated down there so he kept having to pull out in-between thrusts to itch his crotch. to make things worse, you joking suggested that he looked like he had syphilis and he got so disgusted at the idea of that thought that he literally had to pull out and take a breather 

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » drizzled ‘warm’ chocolate down your chest and was about to seductively lick it off until you screamed in pain and horror as the chocolate was literally burning your skin off. osamu panicked, obviously not knowing what to do if chocolate was burning his partners skin off so he just... frantically licked it off. you still had to go to the ER afterwards to get treated for mild burns

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » didn’t know what a hymen was until the first time he tried to have sex with you. no matter how much he tried to shove his schlong in, it really just wasn’t working + “yer puss is broken”

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » pinched your nipples so fucking hard to the point where you started crying. he thoughts these were tears of pleasure until you literally had to kick him off you. but hey, he gave you ice for your sore nipples and mcdonalds! what more could a girl possibly want :)

uh the end lol

also, this idea was inspired by the first haikyuu headcanon i ever read, “awkward sex moments” by @bbytetsu <3

[gaysimpsstuff]

NSFW Valentines request: Y/n and Sero had just been out on a date. When they got home, Sero decided to tape Y/n’s arms to the headboard. I’m sure you know where this is going.. (Dominant Sero but since it’s Valentine’s Day he’s slightly more gentle.)

Reader: Male

Thanks and Happy Valentine’s Day to you! ❤️

Oooh sounds awesome! I’ve never (ever) written for Sero before, so I’m excited by this new challenge! I actually really liked how this turned out, so if you want a part two, feel free and let me know when requests open again (which will be in a few days)

💖Valentine’s Day Special💖

Sticky Situations; Sero x Male Reader

Genre: smutty smut

Type: oneshot

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: making out, bondage, quirk play, daddy kink (it’s technically Papi, but whatever lol), prince kink, blowjobs, brat play, spitting, cum play

Other: I’m so sorry this took so long to come out, I admit I was watching anime. Death Note totally isn’t creepy at all. Also, I do like the headcanon that Sero is Hispanic, but I myself don’t speak Spanish and I had to use google translate. If anything if translated incorrectly, please let me know and I will change it. Also, I call my grandpa Papi, so I kept being reminded of him when I wrote this, and it felt super weird lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (let me know if you wanna be added to or removed from the taglist)

Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made during the Valentine’s Day Special Request Event

Valentine’s Day was always fun, even when you were single. Mostly because you could bully tease all the simps in relationships. However, Valentine’s Day was even more fun when you were in a relationship.

Gone were the days where you would state that you’d never ever date.

I mean- most of those days you’d say you’d never date a girl.

You’ve kept that promise thus far.

You and Hanta Sero had been going out for about four or five months now, and you’d been looking forward to Valentine’s Day with your boyfriend. You took him on a date to a cute cafe, then took a walk in the nearby park. 

If anyone looked your way, it had to have been obvious that you were dating. You were holding hands, laughing and giggling together, and Sero couldn’t stop himself from pressing countless kisses to your face and hands.

It was a little embarrassing when a little kid shouted “EEWW THEY’RE IN LOO-OOVE!! HAHA!” However, the two of you just kissed again to piss him off.

Your jaw was aching from all the smiling by the time you got back home. Stomach in loops from all the laughter.

“Hanta! You know you can’t bully a five-year-old!” You laughed, pushing the keys into the door.

“I wasn’t bullying him, I was just- ah- showing him that I love you! C’mon, you can forgive that, right, Mi Amor?”

“Hanta, don’t pull the ‘Mi Amor’ on me, kids are still kids.” You waved your finger in his face jokingly, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

“Kids may still be kids, but Y/n’s are still sexy~” he grinned, placing his head on top of yours (he’s so freakin tall).

“Oh my goodness, Hanta! You horny bastard,”you laughed, shutting the door behind you. You felt Hanta’s hands curl around your waist, tugging you close to him.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling a little and moving towards the kitchen, Hanta’s arms still around you. He waddled behind you like a lost puppy, insistent on keeping the physical contact. 

“We should relax...” he muttered in your ear. 

“Hanta, ‘relaxing’ to you is fucking me until I can’t think.” you commented, booping his nose. Despite your words, your body was headed towards the bedroom. 

“Yeah? And? You don’t have to do shit, just relax and take it baby~” he murmured as the two of you found the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. In an instant, he had you pushed up against the wall, pressing his lips against your neck and chin, sucking your skin into his mouth to give you some visible hickies.

“Mm- you’re lucky your handsome, tape-boy~” you teased, smirking up at him. “lucky I’m so fucking horny~” your hands caressed down his sides and stomach, finding their way to his pants, cupping his crotch.

“Watch where you’re touching, Querido~” he purred in your ear. 

“Yeah, I’m watching, Papi~” your boyfriend’s eyebrows quirked upwards, tugging your arms upwards. You felt something cold and sticky on your wrists, tightening around your skin. He fucking taped you. “Ah- Hanta! Seriously? Today’s supposed to be sweet, not kinky~!” you kept up your smug act, despite the uncomfortable tightness in your pants.

“Drop the vanilla act, Principe. You can’t call me Papi then pretend you want it gentle.” his hands were woven in your shirt, and his words fell straight gay to your dick. He pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you and unbuttoning your shirt. You bit your lip, still grinning like a top despite your sticky situation. 

“I ain’t dropping anything anytime soon~” you cooed, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your clothed dick up against his. “Come on, Papi, I’m hard as shit right now, you gonna do something about it?” you felt his growl before you heard it, his hand gripping your jaw and tugging it up to his face, his lips inches away from yours.

“You need to shut your fucking mouth, or I’ll use it for something better.” you gulped, nodding as best you could with your face in his hand. Your grin had fallen, but a nasty smirk was plastered on his face, sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I’m sorry, Papi, please touch me,” you whined, and he let go of your face, setting your head down on the soft pillows. He undid your belt, and you lifted your hips so he could pull them down.

“That’s a good boy, asking Papi nicely for your pleasure~” he purred like a cat, palming your growing hard-on through your boxers. Your breath hitched, trying to pull out of the tape on your wrists so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

Hanta noticed, pushing your arms up and quickly taping you to the headboard. You whined, complaining loudly about the excess bondage. You wanted to touch him, wanted to run your hands through his hair and scratch up his back.

“Enough of the brattyness.” he growled again, hand smacking against your thigh. “You want your dick sucked or fucking not?” 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please I do want my dick sucked! Please make me feel good, Papi, I won’t complain again I’m sorry~”

“Buen Chico, Good boy~” his hand finally dipped into your boxers, pulling your cock out. You sucked in a hiss as his long fingers wrapped around your base, slowly jerking you off. “You were right, Principe, you are hard as shit right now. That’s all cause of me~?”

“F-fuck! Cocky bastard-” you grunted, pulling against your restraints as your boyfriend tugged on your dick.

“I think I reserve the right to be a bit... cocky. ��Specially considering the circumstances~” you opened your mouth to spit another bratty insult at him, but he shut you up before you could get the chance. His lips pressed against yours, and his tongue halfway down your throat. You groaned into the kiss, hips bucking up into his touch.

He pulled away from you, a string of saliva still connecting your tongues. His hand found your face again, holding your jaw and forcing your mouth to remain open as he spat into your maw. 

You instinctively swallowed, looking up at him helplessly. Was it possible to get any more turned on? You were literally taped to the bed with your hot as fuck boyfriend hovering over you, jerking you off and spitting in your mouth. 

He pressed kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach before he finally finally reached your throbbing dick. He pressed his tongue flat against the underside, dragging it up to the tip and suckling on it a little. You grunted again, bucking up to try and get him to take in more. He pulled of, letting out a small huff of disappointment.

“Really, baby? I thought at this point you’d recognize that you’re not in control. I am in control.” you whined at his evil grin. You were so fucking wrong. With Hanta, there was always room to be more turned on.

“Yes! You’re in control!” you cried out, “You control my body, Hanta! Please please please suck my dick! Please make me feel good! I’m your good boy, right? Tu Buen Chico!”

“That’s right, Mi Chico, un Buen Chico~” he purred, finally taking your throbbing cock into his mouth and sucking. Your eyes rolled back, head flopping limply onto the pillows with a loud moan. 

“Fu-uck!” you whimpered, he had so much talent, tongue swirling around your tip as he tugged on your balls. Bobbing up and down your length and deep-throating you with ease. “Hanta, Papi! Please it feels so good!”

He hummed around your dick in approval, grinding his hips against the mattress as he continued to suck you off. He loved the cute noises you made, enjoying every dirty word that spilled from your mouth.

This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten a blowjob from him, but he seemed to get better at it every time, using your reactions as data to improve his skills. The first time he sucked you off, he was inexperienced, and you didn’t cum. Now, he had you cumming in less than five minutes.

Most days, he’d edge you. Keeping you from cumming until you were in tears, at which point he’d finally prep and fuck you. But today was Valentine’s Day, a day to appreciate your lovers, romantic or otherwise, so he decided he’d be nice and let you cum.

“God- fuck it feels so good! I wanna cum, please let me cum, Papi!” You looked down your chest at your man, he looked up with you, not pulling off of you, instead, he sped up, swallowing around you. 

Usually, he’d pull off and tease you, deny your poor little dick of it’s orgasm before going back down on you, so his continuance was a pleasant surprise. You arched you back, squirming as your legs twitched.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Hanta~” you cried, bucking up into his mouth a few times as you leaked your cum into his mouth. He finally pulled off of you, stroking you a little more to encourage more to shoot out on his face. 

Finally, he let go, and you flopped back into the mattress. You felt the bed’s weight shift as Hanta crawled over you, lifting your face by your chin. You felt your face heat up at the sight of him. There were lines of cum on his cheek, lip, and a little on his chin. Then he let his mouth fall open, your cum dribbling off his tongue and past his lips.

You opened your mouth out of instinct, letting him spit your cum into your mouth. His face dipped down, lips pressing against yours as he fed more semen into your mouth with his tongue. You let out soft mewls into his mouth in return. He separated, rubbing your cheek with his thumb gently.

“Don’t you fucking dare swallow.” his voice was commanding, contra(dick)ting the sweet look on his face. His tongue darted out, licking up as much spare cum as he could as he sat back on his haunches.

Hanta was still dressed, hard on evident in his pants as he rolled his hips against yours. Your breath hitched and you tugged on your restrains. You wanted to protest against him, but you couldn’t without swallowing what was in your mouth, and you weren’t exactly in the mood for a punishment.

“We’re in for a long night, Mi Buen Principe~” he smirked.

Oh shit.

[beclynn-herondale]

Hey I'm having parabatai feels can you give me some jace and alec headcanons 🥺🥺

I got you, boo!

One time someone said Jace was the superior parabatai half and that Alec wasn't a hero, said person was faced with a passionate six hour rant on why Alec was in fact the superior parabatai half and was just as much a hero as them all. (Magnus watched the whole thing).

When they were younger and Jace had warmed up to the Lightwoods, Alec had started to sneak off and check on Jace every night, sometimes staying with him til the nightmares passed.

After Clary had come along Alec had felt insecure about where he stood in Jace's life, leading Jace to tell him something along the lines of "Alec, you're the reason I started to let love in again. Your unconditional acceptance and love is what helped heal me. You loving me is what gave me the ability to let others in, and let them love me. When I stepped off that boat when I came to stay with you for the first time, something in me knew you'd be important to me, I just didn't know how important. If not for you I wouldn't be here today. So how could you ever become less important when you're the other half of my soul." There were tears and a hug and kiss on heads, but don't tell anyone.

Once someone said that Jace was a freak, and had been tainted by Valentine, that he was damaged, and was most likely just like Valentine — Alec ripped into that person, something he didn't usually do, but he had always been fiercely protective of his family, of Jace. And he would not put up with people calling Jace that or even comparing him to Valentine. Because Alec knows how much people saying that hurt Jace.

Jace gets Alec hilarious dad t-shirts, Alec secretly wears them at home.

One time Alec got frustrated and told Jace and Magnus they were similar so "why the hell did they act like this?" Jace and Magnus both stared at Alec like he was crazy, but later he found Jace and Magnus watching something together.

Alec secretly knows Jace is more responsible than he lets on, and Jace secretly knows Alec is more chaotic than he lets on

After his breakup with Magnus Jace stayed with Alec every night and comforted him, just as Alec always had when Jace had nightmares.

One time they were caught taking a nap together, but they didn't act embarrassed at all, just offended that the rest of the gang interrupted their nap.

One time when Chairman Meow ran away Jace spent the entire day with Alec looking for him, until they found him.

They went to Paris for a mission one time and Alec nudged Jace and said "You're half french and you know the language. What does that say?" It had caught Jace off guard 'cause almost no one mentioned anything to do with him biological mother. and even though it was probably just Alec making a joke, it meant more to Jace than he knew. It had even surprised Jace a little, how much it meant.

When Jace was older he did look into his mother's family, and didn't like what he found, but he'd gotten curious. He came across some thing about his mother, it was Alec who he went to speak his mind to on it all. Alec say and listened, and eventually told Jace he could do more digging or he could let it go, but that he supported him in whatever he chose. Jace did more digging and found out more.

The moment Jace saw Alec after returning from faerie (in TDA), he pulled Alec into a tight hug and they had a tearful moment. Jace apologized for not being there when Robert died, and assured Alec he wished he was. Alec called him an idiot and said he knew, that Jace didn't need to tell him that.

One night when Clary was gone and it had been a hard day Alec came and read to Jace,. because he knew on these days Jace just wanted comfort from those he loved.

Jace loves that Alec and Clary secretly sneak off and get tacos, he loves how much they get along now. And he's a simp for the two people he loves most being mischievous in their own way.

Jace had started to slowly show more emotion as the years went on, and he continued to heal more and more from his childhood. Alec teared up one time at how far he's come, because Alec always wanted him to be happy and healed.

The first time they watched frozen with Max Jace cried and Alec did a little too, but Jace would tear up every time, something Alec was fond of but also found odd, as Jace did not normally act like that.

Hopefully you like these, they are long lol.

[gojology]

Job Benefits. (Part One)

new beginnings ‧₊˚✩彡. - chapter one.

you can find part two here : part two : undesirable

pairing : ceo! gojo x female reader

warnings : cursing

wordcount : 1960

a/n : something that i’ve been working on for a while now. this is self indulgent as all hell and i’m starting a new series n idk when it’ll end necessarily but ceo gojo is all i need in my life. also i have like 300 million requests to go through but i PROMISE i’ll get them done! i just need to finish my valentines event thingy and i’ll be open! 

it has come to my attention that gojo is his surname and i’m too lazy to fix anything other then the first name basis part im so sorry LOl

         It’s no secret that you like working the office.      Even as a child you enjoyed the formal atmosphere when you walked into your parent’s workplace, and even better, you enjoyed organizing stuff. Growing up, your favorite pass time was cleaning and organizing which caused you to excel in school, coupled with your natural smarts. Your peers would constantly tease you, telling you that you were a boring kid- but hey, you’d be making lots of money, and what better job would there be for you, aside from being someone’s secretary?      Those were the first words that came across your mind as soon as you stepped into the prestigious building, heels rhythmically hitting the stainless floor, suitcase in hand. It was also the first lie that you’d tell yourself in there.      You had known about this company even as a child. One that sold just about everything, the most notable being luxurious clothing, but something the company was also well known for? How attractive the family was.      Sure it was a bit weird, but in defense of the general public their appearances were rare, only once in a while you’d see the family on TV. Waving in their limousine, blowing kisses and doing things rich people do, or maybe ignoring the cheering crowd of journalists and news reporters, hell like you knew.     Catching glimpses of the wildly white haired family was something every paparazzi threw themselves at, and picking up a magazine or going to search something on the internet would be sure to be chock full of pictures of the esteemed family. The highlight of the family being the son, just because of how handsome he was, and also happened to be the most publicly known and fawned over family member-     Gojo fucking Satoru.      Luckily for you, he was your boss, so you could probably reveal the tiniest of secrets and make major bank. Unluckily for you, he was childish as all hell, not to mention you found childish people incredibly annoying. The worst thing? You were his secretary.      That could only spell out doom for a man like him, and a woman like you, who only wanted to get business done and nothing else. You two truly did not mix.     Two months prior, you had gotten the job and was finally excited to have stable income after graduating. Your hirers didn’t tell you anything about having to babysit a manchild though.     And so, that’s how you found yourself sitting in the comfortable plush leather office chair, fumbling under the piles of paperwork and fan letters, cursing your boss’s name under your breath for being so unconcerned with work. Scheduling appointments, interviews, sending e-mails of unacceptance to eager authors asking to write an auto-biography, that was your life.      You’d be content with it if your boss was normal.      As soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s like he heard you think.     “(Y/N)-chan~!” you hear a familiar sing-songy voice down the rather short hallway. Your office resided right next to his, and it would only take him 30 seconds or so to walk down to your door, presumably to annoy the hell out of you. You grunt, blowing a stray hair out of your face.     This also meant that you could hear him sing from his office, even through the thick walls.  ��   Choosing to ignore it, you instead furiously typed to another business executive’s secretary who had just emailed you about a meeting between Gojo and- well you weren’t quite sure who.      “(Y/N)-chan~ I know you hear me, don’t you know it’s disrespectful to not listen to your seniors?” his playful, deep voice was growing closer, and you straighten your back, sighing. You didn’t sign up to be a daycare worker, yet this was what you found yourself doing most of the time.      “I’m sorry, Satoru-sama, please instill me with your great knowledge, oh wise one.” rolling your eyes and rubbing your temples, you glance up from your laptop, bracing yourself for whatever would happen next. Gojo leaned on the frame of your door, head ducking slightly. He was way too tall to walk under it without any issue.      He was unnecessarily calm though, normally he’d be jumping around your office, making a mess of things, but his body language told otherwise. He was slacking off from his duties, obviously, so you weren’t too sure why he’d be acting so... Chill.     With his arms crossed, he gave you a mischievous side eye.     Growing impatient, you stand up, your knuckles grinding against the tabletop. Your brow knitted together as he peered down on you, almost tauntingly, and you hated it.  “Listen, boss. I have a lot to do today, for you, might I add as I am your secretary- and if you’re going to sit around I don’t think I’ll get to these emails and phone calls and everything fast enough. May I kindly assist you with anything? If not I’ll have to ask you to go back to... Whatever you were doing.”      Gojo looked at you, wide-eyed and unblinking, like he didn’t expect such a sassy remark. “Oh my, sweetie. Someone has a naughty mouth... To your boss of all people? How mean! I don’t think I remember putting, ‘allowed to be rude to the Satoru clan’ down on the job benefits.. What’s with the formal tone as well? So unnecessary, just be yourself when you’re talking to me.”     He sauntered closer to your desk, and your breath hitched, this was one of the first times you’d seen him up close like this, and you swore that you could hear your heart beating rapidly inside of your chest. You don’t know what that could mean; but what you did know was that you wanted to slap him or punch a hole into the glass window right behind you and throw him off the 15 floor building. Leaning in close to your ear, he whispered:      “Or, if you wanna stick with the business voice- call me sir. Got that?”     You nod before looking down at your desk, feeling your body heat up for seemingly no particular reason. Did this guy have any knowledge of a private bubble? Whatever, this was your superior. If it was any boss you’d probably be fired by now. You were lucky to be forgiven.     “Yes, sir. May I comment on something... Er, sir?”     “I’m all ears.” standing back up from leaning over your incredibly messy desk, you looked up at him, he looked down at you in response, with beady little “innocent” eyes through his circular shades.      “I didn’t mean to be sassy, I only wish for this relationship to be professional and nothing else.... I, um, truly do apologize and I ask for your forgiveness.” you studied the wall as you say this, fidgeting with your hands and the hem of your pencil skirt. It was a bit awkward to talk to him as if he wasn’t a kid, but it did feel certainly refreshing.      “Is that so?” you turn your head to look back at him as a sign of respect, an eyebrow of his is raised, and a smug smirk is playing at his lips. He talked with such an aura of arrogance around him, you instantly regret being respectful. Yet, you restrain yourself from slapping that stupid smirk off his stupidly handsome face.      Why did all the handsome ones have to be so annoying?      Fuck, no, that wasn’t meant to be a compliment. Even though it was only in your mind, you felt so embarrassed, and had no idea why. It wasn’t like he could read your thoughts, and it was just a mindless compliment, nothing flirtatious about it.       Finally, he spoke. “Aw. (Y/N), I knew we picked well when we hired you. So respectful and professional! What more can I ask for out of a secretary? I humbly accept your apology- but first please do something for me.” he whistled in the other direction as he picked up one of your cute stationary pens, hastily sliding it into his blazer’s pockets.     “Yes, sir?” you brace yourself for impact yet again. Not noticing that he stole one of your favorite pens.     “Slack off a little. None of my secretaries ever worked this hard. I’ll slide in an extra hour for lunch, you can go watch a movie or something-”      “No. Satoru. Contrary to your other secretaries, I actually enjoy work.” standing up now, you stomp over to Gojo, who was now giggling like a 7 year old girl. You hadn’t realized that you had called him by his first name, but honorifics wasn’t on your mind right now.     Your chest stuck out as you shoved him out of your office with your bare hands, maybe as a way of looking more threatening, as if that’d ever work against him.     “Get out of my office!” You hope your eyes are staring daggers, if he ever looked back at you.     Gojo looked at you like he was shocked, tipping his shades down just slightly as you were pushing him out into the hallway. As if he didn’t believe what he was seeing, so he had to see it with his actual eyes- but eventually laughed before accepting his eventual fate.      “On a first name basis now, aren’t we? You’re straightforward! I like straightforward girls though, it works out in your favor.”     “Shut it.”      He made sure to stiffen once in a while just to piss you off so that you couldn’t push him as easily, and before long he was back to his office.       “Cya (Y/N)!” giving you a wave and a wink, he grinned. “I’ll be sure to visit you again, your office is fun!”       That was just one of the unusual interactions that Gojo Satoru had with you, but you knew now that it certainly wouldn’t be the last.  ‧₊˚✩彡.      It didn’t take you long before you realized your favorite pen was gone.       Almost immediately, you figured out who the thief was.       It was evident by now that your relationship between you and your boss wasn’t normal, to say the least. You just couldn’t quite wrap your head around why he stole a cute carrot pen, it certainly wasn’t his style. Well, you weren’t quite sure honestly, but the way the magazine front covers posed him was... Sexual.       Maybe the hot guy liked cute carrot pens and was too scared to buy them by himself, but, it was 2021. Toxic masculinity was basically extinct.      This wasn’t on his mind when he stole your pen, though. Gojo Satoru was smart when he wanted to be. To be quite honest, he just wanted to annoy you more. It made him curious, how could one enjoy work? And be cute at the same time?     The logic made no sense to him. Attending meetings, doing interviews- this was all very boring work to Satoru, and he couldn’t wrap his head around that you enjoyed that. He hadn’t asked to inherit the company, but yet here he was now. Shit, maybe he’d ask you if you wanted the company.      He yawned before drinking his coffee, just how he liked it before taking a sip he straightened his tie, just to make sure he looked extra clean and fresh when you busted down the door, ruffling his fluffy white hair as he did so.     Gojo hated the work environment, just to be straightforward. One thing he did enjoy was the complementary luxury coffee machine, alongside several sugar packets. Placing his impossibly long stick-like legs onto the table, he sighed happily.      Cute girl being his secretary, drinking yummy coffee, the sun rays warming up the back of his head, he was truly living the life.     And then he heard it.      Loud steps against the tile floor.      And then, his door flung open.         

[binniesthighs]

1-800-Be-Mine | reader x minho | sfw

happy valentines day!! this lil fic of mine is something very new and different from what I’ve tried before and I’m so so excited to share it with you!!

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho

Genre: fluff, sci-fi, futuristic au, valentines day special! 

Tags: strangers to lovers, sci-fi au, futuristic au, blind date au, AI au with a twist, mentions of food and alcohol, featuring hyunjin, tiny heart-shaped confetti of comedy and rebelling against the man lol, fluffy growing feelings 

Warnings: Minho’s character in this is an adorable, charming, feeling, AI robot. haha idk if this is a warning but it might not be everyone’s cup o’ tea, if so, that’s why I’m mentioning it :) 

Tagging: @stayhavens​ thank you for allowing me to be a part of this event ❤️

Word count: 7.1k 

“If it’s the color of your shirt that you’re worried about, I don’t think that he’s gonna care.” 

“--I can’t believe that you’re putting me through this. I didn’t even ask for...whatever the hell this all is.” 

“You’re getting worked up over nothing, Y/n. This whole thing is literally the lowest commitment thing that you could ever do on Valentines Day.” 

For the twentieth time, you held up the shirt and hanger over your torso in front of you streak-stained mirror. It shouldn’t have mattered much, or even at all, but here you were, wondering what color a synthetic human would like on your body the most. 

With feet in the air, your best friend swung his feet with pointed toes and eyes glued to his phone. 

“Quit looking at me like that.” Hyunjin didn’t even need to rise his head up to feel your glare. “He’s programmed to forget about you the second that your time runs out, so, I really don’t know why you’re wasting your time over this.” 

One more time, you switched the creamy white satin for the wine-red velvet. 

“God, this is so depressing.” The shirt hangers clinked together where you threw them down on your bed. “It’s all your fault too.” 

“I can’t see why you aren’t excited for this!! I literally made it so he’s perfect for you. There’s like, a 0% chance that this is gonna go badly. You could spit escargot into his lap or get his tie stuck in the car door and he’d still think that you’re the best thing ever. You can do no wrong.” 

“That’s the point...” 

The floor started to look a lot more appealing in your despair. If you were making a dramatic show for yourself or for you friend, you had no idea, but somehow it felt a little better letting your body sliiide down the side of the wall into a little pool of half-done make-up and hair still damp.  

“Stop throwing a tantrum.” Hyunjin scolded. “You have to be there in 45 minutes.” 

“What if I...just don’t show up?” 

“Then, you’d be robbing me of $360 and the most expensive gift that I’ve ever gotten for you. And, you’d break my heart. I don’t wanna be heartbroken on Valentines Day. I’d hate you forever.” 

“Nooooo you wouldn’t.” You tossed your forehead into the palms of your hands. 

“I’d hate you for a month probably.” 

“Don’t you have somewhere that you need to be?” As expected, your hands were smudged a bit from the tiny dusting of eyeshadow that you had added to your lids. 

“I told you already, she doesn’t get off until 8 so I’ve still got time. Besides, I already set everything up back at the apartment. I’m in no rush.” At last, your friend cast aside his phone on the mattress with a bounce. “Get up. I’ll help you. You should still look nice anyway...even if he doesn’t care. This night is about you anyway.” 

»»————-　♡　————-««

Is satin supposed to feel scratchy...? What? Satin being itchy? ...You must be going crazy if you think-- 

“--Annnd we’re here!” 

The wheels of Hyunjin’s less than glamourous car skidded in front of the hotel with an obvious screech. He was never one for being a good driver anyway. With the pull of his hand through is blond hair he nodded his head for you to open your door. 

“Time’s ticking. It’s nearly 7.” 

“--Jin--” 

“I’m not explaining it again. Just go do the damn thing. You’re overthinking it. Like you do with everything...” 

Your best friend rolled his eyes which were blue today: a part of his own Valentines Day outfit: that of which he looked much better than you thought you had. He had slung his arm over his steering wheel looking on, and even more impatient with you by the second. 

“Is it a fucking crime to be nervous??” 

Hyunjin laughed out sharply. “You’re so cute. ~Especially when there isn’t anything to worry about.~” 

You flicked him hard on his perfect arm covered by his perfectly planned and billowy white top. 

“Would you like to go out there and meet him if it’s so easy?” 

After a subsequent eye roll, your friend reached his long arm to pop open the car door on your side. “You’re not going to make me drag you, are you?” 

“I can get it myself.” You growled, shoving his hand away. 

The February air was crisp, and just cold enough for your breath to appear lightly in front of your face. Immediately, you started to regret everything: the itchy satin shirt (which you guessed probably wasn’t satin) the stiffness of your styled hair, and the way that your feet felt in the pair of shoes that you had broken out just for the occasion. You had even put perfume on; something that a “strictly deodorant” person as yourself found to be suffocating and odd. 

Do Mirrors even have a sense of smell? 

On the busy street, cars whipped past with headlights of yellow and red, and the bustle of the holiday evening buzzed on the sidewalk with couples marching down the way arm and arm and hand in hand. The energy of the evening seemed vibrant almost as if the whole world seemed to be slightly more awake. The plastic heels of ladies in their best shoes clicked past. 

“Good luck!” 

Hyunjin mustered up the most genuine smile that you thought possible for him to craft considering it wasn’t genuine in the slightest. 

“Text me about it tonight--or--actually, not tonight, I’ll be...” He obviously winked, “...busy tonight.”  

“You’re disgusting!!” 

You slammed the car door in Hyunjin’s snide smirk while he laughed out a “Love you!” before speeding away without a care. 

The remnants of old snow caked up in the corners of the hotel where Hyunjin had arranged the date. The hotel itself was very old fashioned looking, almost like it had come right out of one of those old movies he would tease you for liking--it was probably why he had chosen it, you thought to yourself. There was a large golden marquee with a strand of lightbulbs tracing the edge all around it much like an old-timey theater, which gave the name for the hotel. At the doorway made of the same golden hue, there were attentive bellhops in matching blue velvet uniforms and leather gloves that they blew in to to keep their hands warm. 

When you thought more of it, the night was a bit colder than expected, so you pulled your coat closer to your body. Hyunjin had suggested that you wear your pea coat, however it’s warmth factor wasn’t something to write home about. He had something about how it had made your arms look good...as if he would care anything like what your arms looked like. 

You pulled out your phone with your cold fingers to find the information that Hyunjin had sent you. 

Name: Lee Minho 

Model: Generation Four 

Specifications: Personalized 

Service time: 7pm-12am 

Instructions: Meet at the front entrance of the the hotel The Grand at exactly 7pm where the Mirror will be waiting. Mirror will look like: [see image] 

You hovered your hand over the little see image tab. Before, you had decided that you didn’t want to see the picture, and rather leave it as a surprise. That was the thrill of a blind date, right? For a moment, you rationalized it as peeking so that you knew what he looked like so you could find him. You hovered, and hovered... 

“No, I shouldn’t...” You whispered out to the open air while you shoved your phone back into your pocket. 

“Excuse me?” One of those attentive bellhops had snuck behind you and rose a caring hand to your shoulder: an action which made you jump. “Is there anything that I can help you with? Are you waiting for someone?” 

“Oh.” You straightened yourself. “Yes, I am waiting for someone. They’ll be here really--” 

“--Is it me that you’re waiting for?” 

He had strolled right up to you, and you could barely form the words on your mouth to say “yes.” You had heard the stories about Mirrors before, but as far as you had known, this was your first time ever seeing one this close...and you wouldn’t have even known that he was any different from the flesh and bones that you knew you had. 

He was devastatingly handsome; the kind of handsome that models were. Every single one of his features seemed to be carefully planned and calculated down to the little freckle on his nostril and his nose bridge of a perfect angle. Even his physical proportions seemed to be perfect: his arm muscles curved in wonderful angles under his black suit jacket that had one button at the front. He was dressed simply: merely a black tux with a white button up underneath and a deep navy blue tie. His chocolate brown eyes were a bit unique, looking even slightly cat-like. 

Not like you had a type, but if you were to have one, he definitely would have been it. 

He smiled upon seeing you, and coolly adjusted his silver cufflinks which you noticed had an insignia on them that looked a familiar: it was that picture of the eye with the spokes around it, the symbol of 3rdEyeCorp. As expected, everything in life seemed to come with a branding: even synthetic humans. 

“Should we go inside?” 

His voice was gentle and soothing, the kind of voice that you knew could lull you to sleep or convince you to do things that you wouldn’t want to. It was a voice that could put you at ease, and you wondered if that was intentional. Perhaps Hyunjin had told them that at times you could be neurotic. 

You finally squeaked out a, “Yes.” then followed him towards the soft glow of the magnificent building. He had slipped over past you to open the door, letting you enter first. 

“Oh...thanks...” 

As you passed him, you could have sworn that he smelled like some kind of citrus scent. In fact, you didn’t know that he could even have a smell. This was but one of the many questions that had been plaguing you for the past couple weeks since learning of Hyunjin’s plan. 

It wasn’t that he smelled like a person: that kind of earthy scene mixed up with the lingering scent of shampoo on hair, or a bit of mint holding to the corners of your mouth after you had brushed your teeth right before you exited the door. Still, you didn’t mind the citrus, it was better than nothing at all, you assumed. 

He walked up to the maître d with perfect posture, and it was then when you noticed that you were slightly shorter that he was. His suit was pressed, and a line ran down the back directly over his spine. 

“2 for L/n?” He said properly, and it felt strange hearing your last name come from his mouth. 

“Right this way.” 

He looked back at you, almost as if to see if you were doing okay. He held a little glint in his eyes that looked careful, caring even. From the very few words that he had said to you, he still maintained a composure about him that was...human. He was comfortable. 

The three of you reached the table with the ironed white table cloth, small bouquet of red roses and two flickering tea candles. The lighting of the room was dim as all restaurants such as this were, and there was a light hum about the room coupled with the occasional clink of silverware on China. There was a fireplace to the corner of the room, and the dense smell of expensive wine hung in the air. 

The maître d placed down the menus. “Your server will be with you shortly.”

You thought the small action a bit comical. You were the only one who knew his secret. Still, he nodded with a polite smile. “Thank you.” 

The satin fabric on your shirt scraped at your bare chest, and you attempted your slyest attempt at making a tiny itch look nonchalant. He picked up the menu with a few of his brown strands dipping over his eyes. You studied him as he looked it over, not having a clue why. You thought that you had heard somewhere that his kind couldn’t eat. Perhaps he was a new model. 

“I’m sorry. I haven’t formally introduced myself yet.” He put the menu down with a little embarrassed smile. “I must’ve forgotten. I’m Lee Minho.” 

“I know.” Your cheeks felt hot. “Uh-and I’m Y/n. But--you probably knew that too.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Smile lines crinkled under his eyes. It was the first imperfection you could find about him. 

“Yo-you too.” 

Minho reached out a slender and pale hand for you to shake and you stared it in a moment of fear. You had never touched a Mirror before, much less wondered what they felt like. 

“I don’t bite.” He chuckled out a small laugh that was much too cute for his own good. His shoulders then appeared to relax and he allowed himself to slouch. “At least, my model doesn’t.” 

You choked out an ugly chortle at the joke. “Ah. I see.” 

“You don’t have to be scared of me. I promise that I feel like anyone else.”

You took it, jumping a little at the sensation. He was warm--not exactly like you expected him to be cold and metallic however. The skin of his hand was cracked and grooved as normal, and it was squishy as if you could feel the muscles that would be underneath. 

With a warm grin, he soothed you saying, “See?” 

‘Oh...mmhm.” You shook his hand firmly. “Holy shit that's really creepy.” You muttered the words as softly as you thought you could have. 

“Creepy?” He laughed out again. “Should I be offended? No one has ever called me creepy before.” 

“Oh! Um, s-sorry, I didn’t mean--” 

“--It’s okay! I was just kidding. I completely understand. Especially if this is your first time meeting someone like me. It is your first time?” 

You nodded drawing your hand back with the warmth from his hand still lingering on yours. 

“Let me know if there is anything that I can do to make you more comfortable. Seems like...we’re meant to be too.” 

“--Meant to be?” You nearly dropped your cloth napkin to the ground. 

“I mean, based off of your profile, they thought that I would be best suited for you. And you know...the programming and all that.” 

“Oh! I guess so...” 

Next, you thought it best to busy yourself with that glass of water that was looking very oddly refreshing. 

“I meant to tell you as well that you look very nice. I think that color suits you very well.” 

Drops of water got caught in your throat, “T-AHEM-this?” You pinched at the fabric. 

Minho’s eyes widened at your sputtering coughs, signaling to a waiter to come fill your glass once more. 

“Sorry, was I not supposed to say that?” 

“No! No no, it’s...you’re fine. I was just a little surprised.” 

“Surprised? Why?” 

“I just didn’t think that you would...nevermind.” 

Even though you had nearly choked yourself seconds ago, up went your water glass to your lips once more. 

Minho fidgeted with his bangs with his pinky finger: a surprisingly vain little task. Under the dull lighting of the whole room, he did look very handsome; almost much too handsome to be in such a place with you. All at once, you became suddenly aware of the irregular patterns of those eyes peeking at you from their own tables with haughty and whispering words on their lips. 

“You look...very nice as well.” 

“Mm thank you.” As charming as ever, he gave a smile back. “This is my first time wearing this. I actually picked it out myself. I thought that you would like the color.” His pale fingers ran down the silk indigo tie. 

“You thought about it too??” 

“Thought about what?” 

A snide smile crept over your mouth. Hyunjin could eat his words. 

“Well do you? Like it?” A curious little smearing of worry painted Minho’s brow that was once again must too cute for his own good. 

“I-I do like it.” 

In all honesty, Minho would have looked good in anything, you thought, no matter how ridiculous. Under the thin white cotton of his shirt, you could see his toned pectorals as well. One pinch to the side of your leg was just enough to scold yourself. 

He looked around himself in a bit of a silent wonder: from the rafters of the high ceilings painted in gold leaf, to the speakeasy on the far edge of the room with the posh looking bartender.  

“I always thought that places like this were kind of stuffy.” He wrinkled his nose. 

“You...what?” 

“There's always someone at one table wondering if they look better, rank higher, or are more successful than the person at the other. Don’t you think the same?” 

“I mean...I think they do keep looking us?” 

“Ah. I noticed that too.” 

Minho looked around himself carefully, then leaned in closer towards you. “Do you think that they know that I’m...you know?” 

You snorted out a laugh covered by your hand. “What? No? How could they?” 

“A hunch.” 

“Can you even get hunches?” 

“I may be a robot, but I can still read a room.” 

You hushed him, “Shhhh! Say that any louder and then they’ll really know.” 

A waiter in a black apron sauntered up to your table with a thin moustache and a big of a sagging face. He looked a bit less like a real waiter and more like a cartoon one. 

“Good evening. Have you finished looking over the menus? Perhaps a bottle of wine to start you off? We have a new house merlot that I would highly  recommend.” He reached a spiny finger to point at the name on your menu. “It would pair particularly well with our specials tonight. Seeing as it is Valentines day--” 

The droning of the waiter continued on, and you had noticed that Minho wasn’t paying any attention at all. Rather, he had settled his gaze on the flickering of the candles, and the yellow light sparked in his pupils. For mere seconds, you could see something a bit different about them: a extremely thin circle of blue-white light around his irises.  

The waiter pulled out his pad with an expectant gaze. 

“Uh-yeah, I-I’ll take that. That--whatever-you-just-mentioned.” 

He appeared puzzled. “You wish to start with the special orange Crème Brule first?” 

“Ah-no! Sorry, can you..” You cringed, “Repeat what you just said?” 

He rolled his eyes, but did respectfully as he was told while you sunk further into your chair with Minho’s teasing smirk. This time you listened to the specials, even though you decided you didn’t even want one, but rather picked one of the cheapest items on the menu. That was one of the drawbacks of paying for your date: he had no obligation to pay for your meal. 

The waiter looked even more puzzled when Minho said he wasn’t ordering anything, but shrugged, burying his pad back into his pocket saying, “I’ll be over with the wine shortly.” 

“Do you want to know something?” Minho leaned back in once the waiter was out of an earshot. 

You treated yourself to yet another sip of your emptying glass, and nodded. 

“There’s at least four others like me in here.” 

“Four? How can you know?” 

“I think I’d know my own kind when I saw them.” 

“I would never be able to tell.” 

The waiter returned, showing the label to the wine to both of you before popping it open and pouring it into glasses with the twist of his wrist. Two drops from the crimson top stained the little napkin he used. 

Minho’s hands toyed with the stem of the glass, but didn’t take a sip. 

“That’s why they call us Mirrors.” 

“How do you mean?” 

“Because you’re supposed to see yourselves in us.” 

»»————-　♡　————-««

Your body had started to warm with the energy of the room after long, and your appetizer of escargot had arrived. Oddly, since Hyunjin had mentioned it before, it embedded in you an odd craving that you couldn’t satisfy until you had some. By now, you had realized that Minho likely wouldn’t have been eating with you, but it was strange: even the other Mirrors in the room appeared to be. 

“I’m assuming that you can’t eat then?” You popped the buttery taste into your mouth.  

“Yes. It doesn’t make sense for my...biology. If you can call it that. I can’t digest food nor do I have the mechanisms to do so.” 

“Maybe we should have done something that didn’t include food then.” 

“I do have something though! I know that eating alone like this can be uncomfortable.” 

He grabbed inside his inside suit pocket and pulled out a wallet: thin and black leather. It had almost nothing in it save for what looked like a iridescent square. Over top of it was the same logo on his cufflinks. He flipped it around his fingers like a playing card. 

“What is it?” 

“My dinner.” He sated matter-of-factly. 

“You’re gonna...eat that? Maybe you shouldn’t--”

He placed it neatly in front of himself, pressing the surface and it morphed into some kind of three dimensional polygon shape of pixels, both large and small, until it settled into a perfect copy of your dish that you had sitting in front of you. 

“It’s holographic.” 

“Of course it is.” 

“Newest in tech at 3rdEye. This is my first time using one. They thought it would be a good idea to send the prototypes out with the Mirrors tonight for the beta test. What do you think?” 

“It’s very...realistic.” 

“It’s pocket sized, and it can really transform into anything that you could want, but of course...its still not really solid. Perfect for me though.” 

He took a bite of his escargot with an equally holographic fork. 

“I imagine that it tastes very good.” 

“You can’t taste things?” 

“Unfortunately, no. Since I don’t need to eat, don’t know why I would need to. I’ve got all the other senses though.” 

The house merlot was bitter on your tongue and full bodied. You couldn’t imagine what your life would have been like without taste. He chewed on, and somehow the action really did seem comforting. 

“You’re very um, open about yourself. You know...talking about yourself so bluntly. I feel like some people when they do these things, they just want to keep on that suspension of disbelief as long as they can; pretending that you're--” 

“--A real person?” 

You hadn’t intended on it coming off as insulting, and a “sorry” formed on your lips. 

“--I’m not offended. And, you’re right. Most people do. But, I could sense that you were different. I don’t have a problem telling you about me. Something told me that you would like to know.” 

“Something?” 

“Enough about me though, lets talk about you. You’re a doctor aren’t you?” 

“-For animals. Nothing too crazy. I’m working up my way to have my own practice some day. For now, I’m just doing nurse type stuff. Giving immunizations, checking teeth and stuff like that.” 

“I read your thesis. The one from your pre-vet. I thought that your research was very interesting. How come you didn’t continue on with animal behavior?” 

His string of questions made you crack out into laughter. Never had anyone you had ever dated said that they had read up on you. 

“I can’t believe that you just said that.” 

“What? I had assumed that you might want to talk about something that interests you like that.” 

“That was...so long ago, I don’t even think about that paper anymore.” 

Minho took some of his wine down with a polite dab of his napkin to his lips. 

“How about hiking then? Or those Frank Capra movies that you like? Which one is your favorite?” 

“Stop, stop. This is--” 

His eyes widened. “Did I misspeak again? Your friend said that it would be okay if we did the proper research--” 

“--Just...sorry, it’s strange that you know everything about me already and we’ve hardly just met.” 

“I’m not following.” 

“Can you just...forget like, everything you know about me for a minute? This is supposed to be a blind date isn’t it?” 

“I can do that.” Minho tightened his tie. 

“How about we talk about something else?” 

Minho nodded in agreement with a determined tiny grin. “I can tell you about what I do?” 

“You have a job?” 

Your prompt waiter appeared with a giant silver platter which glinted in the light of the numerous dancing candles around it. The ceramic plates clinked into the glasses assorted on the table, and he lastly offered out freshly grated parmesan for your pasta. You said “when” and he was just as quickly out of your way, but not after granting the both of you one more questioning glare. 

“Yes.” 

Your date flipped over his holographic square, and soon it transformed into another spitting image of your meal. 

“I’m supposed to tell you that I’m a college professor of ornithology but since we’re being blunt here, my job is working for 3rdEye, and doing basically whatever they ask of me. Including this. And actually...” He twisted a string of noodles around his fork. “...I think that it’s going pretty well.” 

A quick giggle erupted out from you. “I’m glad that we’re being honest because you do not look like someone who teaches twenty somethings about birds.” 

“But if I had said I did, would that have made you like me more?” 

“Maybe. I’m sure that they picked that because I did graduate research on migration and flight patterns.” 

“Likely.” 

“Maybe I should have stuck with animal behavior. Then we would have had more to talk about.” 

A silence filled the space between you as you tried your best to eat your pasta with as much grace as you could. Of course, you were still one to get it on your lap and the table cloth, but luckily you had a napkin to protect you. Your date on the other hand, ate as if he was eating with the queen herself. For several moments, you really did allow yourself those brief moments of ignorance: you really were just two people, sitting in a fancy restaurant on Valentines Day, eating a meal together, on a date, as an normal two people would do. Every few moments too, he would look at you with a type of gentle adoration in his eyes too. 

And it felt nice. 

It really was as effortless as Hyunjin had said. You would be eating your words on this one. 

At last, you had scraped out the last chunks of tomato and vegetable bites from your shallow dish, and you sat back which a sense of drowsiness clinging to your eyes. Over time, you had slumped deeper and deeper into your chair as you felt your body warm with the fireplace. You didn’t mean to look, but your watch had read just past 9 o’clock. 

“That all tasted good.” Minho sighed, and slumped along with you. 

“I thought you couldn’t taste?” 

“Ah. You’re right. Well, I enjoyed eating that with you. Did it taste good?” 

“It did.” 

“Should we get some of that orange Crème Brule from earlier?” 

You folded up your napkin on the table. “You mean should I get some of that Crème Brule? I’m the one paying here remember?” 

“Are you?” 

With the stretch of your arms, you answered, “Not today. I don’t have that doctor’s pay...yet.” 

“But shouldn’t you eat something sweet on Valentines Day? Isn’t that also what its about?” 

You laughed, “I don’t know where you heard that, but no, it doesn’t.” 

“Ah, I see. My understanding of the holiday is very jumbled. Holidays are like that for us. The sort of emotional attachment to them is hard for us to understand. I’ve watched millions of hours of films to understand them...but--” 

“--Millions?” 

“Yes?” 

“That’s…insane.” 

“Not for me.” He said with a happy little grin. “Should we be leaving?” 

In one motion, he swept up his shirt sleeve, just over his wrist where you had expected him to have a watch. Instead, a faint blue glow emerged on his skin making letters and numbers that you couldn’t read as well from upside down. 

“Hm. 3 more hours. What else would you like to do with our time together?” 

»»————-　♡　————-««

The winter cold bit at your ears while the two of you walked together down the busy urban stretch. Even later into the night the giddy excitement of friends ambling down the streets and couples linking to eachother with tipsy happiness could still be found everywhere. You barely knew him, but you still felt in some way compelled to reach out and interlock your arm with his as those other couples did. You had a half a mind to reach out to him, but another half a mind to keep your arms wrapped around yourself. 

But, as if he had read your mind, he reached out his hand behind him to quietly slip your arm into his. 

“Put your hands in your pockets.” He asked, and you did so. “I figured that you must be cold, so...my body heats itself too, makes me more...you know.” 

He was warm. Much warmer than your entire body felt had felt then, but still you noted that the tips of his ears and nose had turned pink. 

“Where to?” He questioned next. 

“I-I’m not sure. I didn’t think this far.” 

“I could pick?” 

“You know where to go?” 

He was silent for a moment, then nodded. “There’s a place that I wouldn’t mind going to. Do you know how to skate?” 

“Ice...skate?” 

He huffed out with a tiny smile, and you noticed that when he did, no visible molecules could be seen in front of his face. 

“Do you? I can pick something else? It’s not everyone’s skill.” 

“N-no. I can do it.” 

You don’t know why you had said it: perhaps you felt as if you had something to prove to this inhuman person, or you really did want to go there with him, no matter where it was. 

You had never learned how to skate in your life. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

The ice rink was lined with pink and white string lights: likely a Valentines Day decoration. Plastic hearts made of fuzzy tinsel also decorated the edges of the rink and sparkled under the lights. It had been built into the center of a public park, and bodies huddled in winter coats sat together on the benches to the side, waving at those they knew when they slipped past. Tinny music played over the outdoor speakers: it was some pop song that you had heard before, but didn’t know the name of. 

Minho laced up your skates for you, and even then you noticed that his knuckles had turned pink too. 

“Are you...cold?” 

“Oh! This?” He turned his hands around. “No, I’m not. it’s just another one of my humanisms.” 

“Humanisms?” 

“Something to make me look more like you. When it’s cold outside my body senses it and does this.” 

“I see.” 

Even if you knew that he couldn’t possibly feel things in the same why, he was damn convincing--and you couldn’t help but think it was unbearably cute as well. 

“Done! You ready? You can take my hand if you want?” 

You stood wobbly as a deer taking its first steps. Walking on the blades was much more difficult than you would have guessed. He didn’t need to ask twice for you to grab hold. 

“I’m assuming that you know how to do this?” 

“There’s a lot of things that I know how to do.” He winked. 

The second that your feet met the ice, you felt your heart start beating into overdrive with your anxiety of falling. Over the ice, it too felt colder, and that didn’t help much either. With one hand you clawed to the side of the rink, and the other dug into Minho’s arm. 

“I thought that you said that you knew how to skate?” 

“I lied. I’m gonna fall on my fricking face and its gonna be the most embarrassing thing ever. Worse than spitting escargot into your lap.” 

“Spitting escargot? What?” 

“Just--can you help me?” 

He tittered with an adorably warm laugh and grabbed back at you firmly. “I won’t let go.” 

Even the toddlers in their little training bumpers were more skilled than you. Minho was patient, and coached you through the skills of the left and right motions of your feet and getting into a rhythm. You still flapped your arms around wildly like a wobbly penguin, but he was eventually able to coax you away from the wall.

“See! You’re getting the hang of it!” 

“Really?” 

Minho nodded profusely, letting go of both of your hands to hold just one. “Stop looking at your feet and just look at me. You’ll trip yourself up focusing so hard.” 

Other couples whipped past you, and you thought it best not to look at how easy it was for them. 

“I-I think that I’m doing it!” 

Minho’s eyes lit seeing you start to swing your feet back and forth. In that pink lighting of the rink, you could see that thin ring of light around his eyes once more. Even though it was unnatural, you still thought that it looked beautiful. 

“WATCH OUT!!” Came a distant voice from behind you. 

Before you had a second to turn around, a fuzzy blur came barreling into you. Two small bodies: a couple middle school boys chasing each other, came colliding with your teetering body, forcing you to fall to the hard ice with a terrible thud. 

“Oh my God! Are you okay?” One of their pre-pubescent voices cracked. 

“I-I’m fine...I think.” 

Your air had been knocked right out of your lungs and your butt ached with a sharp pain that you hoped you wouldn’t be feeling for days. Both of your hands were wet with ice from the contact. Minho quickly offered you his hand up.

“-You okay?” He brushed ice off of your coat. 

Truthfully, you were horribly shaken, and your chest shook, but you lied once more. “I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.” 

“No you’re not.” His worried eyes studied you. “Lets get you something warm to drink okay?” 

»»————-　♡　————-««

“One hot chocolate please.” 

Minho fiddled with his wallet, picking out that same iridescent square from before. As soon as his fingers touched it, it glimmered into a credit card. 

“It can do that?” You had uttered, but he gave you back a cautious glare. 

The man at the little coffee stand took it without question, and somehow, it worked. 

“$3.15″ He monotoned, and gave the card back. 

The white Styrofoam cup warmed your hands instantly, and the chocolatey steam delighted your nostrils. 

“Thank you. You didn’t have to.” 

“It’s no problem. I wanted to.” 

You took a sip, but a strange silence befell over your date, and he furrowed his brows. 

Under his breath, he repeated the word “...wanted?” 

The further that you walked along the river together, the less that you wanted to take another look at your watch where it peaked out from your coat sleeve. You imagined that it must have been nearing almost 10:30--optimistically. Instead, you took long and purposeful sips of of your drink and indulged in the way that the heat would seep down from your throat and all the way down your body. 

Onward, one of the great and massive bridges of the city blinked with an array of multicolored lights: some from cars, others from the way that it was decorated to look a bit like shining stars. Under the lights, the navy-black of the river reflected the fractals of light. The walkway was nearly empty of people except for the odd couple sitting and cuddled up by the edge of the water. The water should have been frozen, but it didn’t appear to be giving up just yet. 

Your companion had drawn quiet with eyes cast down to his walking feet. You had half a mind to reach out to him... 

“Is there anything you would like to do?” Your question filled the quiet, but you didn’t expect him to stop in his steps upon hearing it. 

“Are you asking me if there is anything that I want do to?” 

“Yes...?” 

Minho was again quiet, then turned to look at the vast expanse of the cityscape in front of you both. 

Suddenly, he began, “Valentines Day is a holiday that has to do with loving, doesn’t it?” 

You stammered at the question in your confusion, but still answered. “Yes.” 

“You express love on the holiday? You show people that you love them, and that you care for them. Right?” 

“I think so...but why are--” 

“--What do you think that it means to love something?” 

Distantly, cars honked, and music boomed out from drawn down windows, and it floated in the evening air. 

For you, loving was something that was second nature. It was little bits of happiness, fuzzy feelings, but it also ached, and felt like being lost. How could you possibly begin to describe what it meant? 

Minho’s eyes were full of intrigue and even maybe a twinge of desperation. Could Mirrors even hold such a thing in their eyes? 

“I-I’m not sure how to cover it all, but, I guess that I could say that loving something, or someone, is to want them. You want to be around them, you want to see them laugh or smile, you want to make them feel that you care. I don’t think that it is much more complicated than that. 

The man appeared even more confused, almost like he had been computing his own mental calculations right before his very eyes. Then, all at once, his eyes softened. 

“If loving something is to want it; to have desire, desiring is the first step? Love must be simplier than I thought that it was, and maybe...I think that I can do it.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

Minho swept up his hands in yours after casting aside the cup to the ground. 

“You asked me if I wanted to do something. But the thing is...I don’t think I’ve ever wanted do to anything ever before in my life. It was just, what others wanted of me and what I colud do for them. Not me.” 

Realization swept over Minho piece by piece, and soon it all unfolded for you too. 

He drew your arms and hands around the back of his neck to pull your body closer to his. 

You might’ve looked before, but his lips looked soft and unbelievably sweet: like melting snowflakes, whipped cream, or the fuzzy flesh of peaches. 

“I do want something.” He said at last. 

“Minho...what are you saying?” 

“I-I can’t tell if what it is that I’m feeling is some kind of algorithm, or I’m just...you’re so...different.” 

“I hope that you’re not just saying this all--” 

“--I’m not! I’m not. I promise...an-and Mirrors can’t lie.” He laughed out. “How can you make a machine that’ll lie to you?” 

His hands crept up your sides, and all the way up to cup your face in his hands.

He was impossible. In every way, but he was real. As real as the warmth from his hands and as real as the way that his mouth appeared to wet with saliva and how you could count the tiny moles on his face. 

“Well, what is it that you--”

He had drawn your face close up into his, then closed any space that divided the two of you. Your lips parted with his into a meeting of his plush lips that were even softer than you had imagined. Even though you knew he couldn’t taste it, you flooded the taste of chocolate into his mouth, and your body shivered in the way that he ran his tongue over your bottom lip. He wasn’t intrusive, but rather curious, and thrilled. Any semblance of him that was any less than the skin that you felt on yours faded, and you poured yourself all back to him. His fingers held fast to the sides of your face while he kissed back every with every bit of him that he could. Even in the one moment when your eyes had fluttered open, he held his eyes closed, to focus only on you. Your own wondering hands laced into his fuzzy locks. 

Each and every kiss that he painted across your lips was laced with indescribable want: something that he shouldn’t have even known, but you could feel it. He echoed the smile that you had pressed into his lips. 

“I just want to be with you tonight. Just a bit longer. No more timers.” Minho whispered onto your mouth, barely breaking. 

On the one hand, his request terrified you. A Mirror, one who you thought to be unfeeling, pre-programmed, an empty shell, wanted you. But still, you couldn’t control yourself from wanting him back, and everything about him that you knew and didn’t know. Wanting him, was the simplest thing you could have done. 

“I-I want that too.” 

His smile was thankful, and suddenly every little way that his eyes would crinkle or the corners of his mouth would upturn seemed more genuine. 

Minho traced your hands to the back of your his neck where he guided them to the tip of his spine. 

“Touch here.” He guided your fingertip over what felt like a bone. “Press down.” 

You did so, and the patch of skin sunk down a bit like a button. You held his eyes which flickered wholly with that blue-white light you had taken notice of before. 

“Say “Bypass LK2510.” “ 

He held your finger down still, and you repeated the phrase, watching as the light vanished all at once, even that thin ring around his irises. 

“What did that do?” 

Minho blinked a couple time like he was ridding sleep from his eyes, then beamed with a grin that only got wider and wider. “They shouldn’t know where I am for a while. You disabled my tracker.” 

“I did what??? Can’t I get in trouble for that??” 

“Not when I made you do it.” 

In his delight, he pressed his lips back up against yours with a kind of light air that was ecstatic and hurried--it was contagious, and the feeling swept over you until you were just as giddy. You were nearly as giddy as a school child reveling in the mischief of knowing what they were doing was against the classroom rules. 

Your chest swelled with nervous excitement, but it wasn’t nearly as addictive as any drug that you could imagine. 

“Where do you want to go now?” You asked him with hands clinging to the sides of his coat. 

“Anywhere.” 

~~

[nsfw version/ending coming soon on binniesthighs!] 

[galacticlamps]

im sorry im sorry im sorry i know it’s been well over a year but i accidentally thought about Short Trips: Deleted Scenes (again) and it’s killing me (again) so i think im just gonna go ahead and post all these stupid thoughts that have been plaguing me about it since i first heard it & maybe that’ll help clear up some space in my head for like, real life things.

Spoilers I guess? It’s like a year and a half old but also high key the most recent 2nd doctor content i believe we’ve gotten which is like, the only negative thing I can say about it

The TLDR version is this:

I literally cant believe how sweet it is? Painful, but sweet. Like. I don’t honestly know what’s more likely - did they set out to write Jamie a nice little straight love interest and just fail miserably at it by constantly likening her to the Doctor AND paralleling the Doctor’s perspective with her ex’s AND putting Jamie’s relationships with both of them in direct tension with each other while constantly letting his with the Doctor win out?

OR - did they do a very 1960s thing and say hey we’re gonna write what’s essentially a story about how much Jamie and the Doctor love each other and release it on Valentine’s Day thinly disguised as a one-off romance with a french lady?

Now, as a general rule, my attitude toward questions like that is usually “don’t know, don’t care, doesn’t matter” - and while I 100% stand by that, I also have to admit that this particular audio seems to pay enough attention to detail that I’d kind of think I was selling it short if I assumed too many of these things were just meaningless coincidences, you know?

Anyway, that’s the most coherent/overarching thought. And here’s a disorganized list of things I absolutely cannot get over about it (they don’t form any kind of argument, mind, they just all happen to live rent free in my head):

- Celine is first taken in by Jamie being an idiot (specifically him claiming not to speak French, in perfect French); likewise, her entrance in the scene where they actually kiss is marked with a little anecdote about her hat getting stuck on a doornail and her scolding it as she attempts to fix her un-tameable appearance, and the narration says Celine “would often clown for Jamie like this” - all of which, while undeniably adorable, don’t exactly strike me as entirely original traits to have been assigned to Jamie’s love-interest (but also Celine is so cool and her perspective on film/media/time is an excellent addition to the long list of dr who characters)

- When they’re in the present, describing Jamie’s relationship with Celine in 1908, they call him her “companion” and highlight his going nearly everywhere with her, which earns a laugh from the 4th doctor (and me as well, though probably for slightly different reasons - but like, is that really all it takes to have a fling with someone in 60′s era who? bc if so...)

- Celine’s ex-fiance is still in love with her and is jealously watching when she kisses Jamie ... and then the Doctor appears beside him, evidently doing the exact. same. thing. They have the following conversation:

“You know, it’s not prudent to spy on people. But then, people in pain can’t be expected to act prudently.”

“Pain, monsieur? You mistake me.”

“Ah, do I? Good, because I rather thought you’d lost something.”

“What would you know about loss monsieur?”

- I’m sorry doc but who do you think you are, saying stuff like that and smiling sadly at the floor to boot? I 100% had to pause it here the first time I listened, just to not throw my laptop across the room. 

- Then when I recovered continued, the Doctor closes the door so they can’t watch anymore and explains “Possessing things comes so terribly easily to some men that losing them can feel cruel, intolerably cruel. In my experience, only the very best of men cannot be tempted to answer that cruelty with more - I do sincerely hope that you are the best of men.” (guess who gets described as the best of men by the end of the audio?)

- Jamie and the Doctor apparently develop a habit of walking along the river in Paris in silence

- During one such walk, Jamie suggests Celine come with them since she already figured out about the Tardis - and when the Doctor’s worried by this, he says he only allowed Jamie & Celine to grow closer “because of Victoria.” Jamie takes offense at the ‘allowing it’ comment and also refuses to admit he knows what the Doctor means about Victoria, which leads the Doctor to say that he knows how fond Jamie was of her - he was too, of course, but with him, “it was different, wasn’t it?” Jamie only says maybe that’s true and maybe that’s not, but his voice catches until he changes the subject

- Jamie doesn’t see Celine for days both times that she’s recovering from the shock and depression of her work being destroyed. In contrast, when the Doctor’s not well, Jamie’s "afraid” and “guilty” and hardly seems to leave his side at all, if his being there “rushing to embrace him” the second he wakes up - after a period Jamie describes as “at least a week” - is anything to go by, anyway. so either bf writers need to learn how to write a committed straight relationship or admit that’s not what they ever intended in the first place

- Oh yeah, and the Doctor spends that week "asleep” in Jamie’s bedroom - no, there’s no explanation as to if that’s where he was when he first collapsed or if it’s where Jamie decided to take him bc why would they feel the need to explain him being there? why was it even relevant to tell us it was Jamie’s room in the first place?

- The Doctor somehow manages to control the Tardis enough to take Celine on one trip to an alien planet and then return to the correct time & place for her to use the footage she recorded there in her new film - and while the audio doesn’t do very much to explain how that was possible, it does treat this as A Pretty Big Deal, and immediately afterward the Doctor has to spend a week communing with his past self (and/or the Tardis?) debating how likely it is that the Time Lords could use this to trace him. When he decides it’s not worth the risk and they have to stop the film from ever being shown to the public, Jamie asks why he agreed to it in the first place, and all he can say is “Because, Jamie, you asked me to!” earning awkward stares from the crowd.

- Oh, but, lest we forget, that little outburst is also immediately followed by him putting his arm around Jamie’s shoulders, and, shockingly, apparently beginning to actually explain the truth about the danger from the Time Lords - until they’re interrupted, of course idk why exactly but the idea of a 60s dr wanting to come clean with a companion but not being allowed to bc the show demands the war games be something of a reveal hurts me in a very good way

- The mental image of “the Doctor and Jamie, resplendent in borrowed evening wear”

- The audio admitting that Jamie’s not very good at subterfuge, and the Doctor asking if he’s going to be alright with them having to steal the film back from Celine - and Jamie’s little “Aye, Doctor” as he feels a ‘glass arrow piercing his chest’ glad to see bf is reading all my letters about exactly how i feel any time something sad happens to james robert mccrimmon

- The Doctor’s anxious to get out of there for obvious reasons, but he hangs around bc Jamie wants to see Celine again - which doesn’t happen, because of her aforementioned shock & depression, but she does leave Jamie a note that ends “you and that Doctor of yours - look after him Jamie, he loves you dearly, as do I.” yeah, if you didn’t want people to draw a parallel there, you could’ve picked, like, any other wording in the world.

- In case you weren’t fully convinced I’ve been reading too much into this whole audio already, consider this: Celine dies in Long Island in 1968, three days before her birthday - 1968 is when this story would’ve taken place in the show’s history (between Fury & Wheel), and dying three days before/after a birthday in America seems a bit... well I had some deja vu from it, anyway

- Four of all people being the one to bring back the film - I know he does it bc Sarah Jane makes him, but personally, I often feel like despite the length of his run, 4 is the Doctor with which we might’ve gotten the fewest glimpses into his interiority, so the fact that it’s him and not one of the more overtly sentimental Doctors makes it feel like it carries even more weight somehow, to me anyway. I think I wrote a post saying roughly the same thing about 4 & Fate of Krelos/Return to Telos but maybe I only did that inside my own head lol. Still, I’m all for any opportunities for Jamie to be one of the few characters to draw some noticeable emotion out of Four, but in fairness I haven’t touched too much of his EU stuff to really be able to compare the frequency with which this happens with other past companions

- Is Four referring to Two or Jamie when he says he got the film from “an old family friend”? Two did the actual stealing, but he probably means Jamie’s involvement - either way, it’s an interesting way of describing old companions - or selves?

- When Jemima goes to call Jamie a thief, Four is “roused” to defend him: “he really was the very best of men” again, any time four freely shows he cares about someone, im over the moon about it

- Oh ha ha, there’s an audio called “Deleted Scenes” featuring the Doctor who’s most affected by junked episodes. And at the end of it, a character who’s spent her life researching and lecturing about a lost film gets to watch it be ‘rediscovered’ after it’s gone unseen for decades. I feel marginally less stupid for reading into the other details of a story like this when it ends up deciding to be to be clever & slightly meta like that

But yeah

all in all, it’s kind of amazing to me that this genuinely reads like they sat down and said okay boys it’s valentines day, let’s write an audio where jamie kisses a girl, since that hasn’t happened except as a plot device in one story in 1967 - but then when they got down to business they accidentally(?) wrote a story all about how important his bond with the Doctor is and how easily that can be compared to a legitimate love interest (even if the love interest in question is a one off character & the extent of the relationship appears to be like one kiss & then having Jamie spend most of his time around the Doctor instead)

I realize there’s something slightly illogical about writing the words “shipping aside” after a post like this but seriously - no matter how many categories you’re able to see two & jamie’s relationship fitting into, this is 40 minutes of big finish just hitting you over the head with how powerful/special/important that relationship is, and with them being two of my favorite characters, i really haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since