#Obligatory Valentine's Day pictures

[grymkoena]

Countdown to love.

[kaleidoscope1967eyes]

Dark Prince Luke Thoughts™:

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Buckle up, this one's a long one!

Warnings: suggestive stuff at the end, but nothing descriptive

Your wedding was, to put it simply, extravagant. What else would you expect from the literal Crown Prince of the Galactic Empire?

Luke was initially against making the event of your marriage a spectacle for the entire galaxy to see; he would have preferred a small, private ceremony on Naboo with only your loved ones present.

Palpatine, however, had other plans. Not only would your wedding be a way to demonstrate the immense wealth of the Empire, it would also generate immense sympathy and support from the public.

Luke was without a doubt the galaxy's favorite bachelor--closely followed by the suave but scandalous Prince Han of Corellia--as well as the Empire's golden boy. By marrying a beloved member of the notoriously rebellious Alderaanian nobility, Luke would prove the unity of the galaxy under Imperial rule.

You and Luke were essentially engaged before you even had a chance to get to know each other. Palpatine had ordered for every eligible bachelorette from the galaxy's wealthiest and most powerful families to be presented to the young prince so he may choose a bride. Luke did not have a say in this, but he feared what would happen to the poor girls if he refused to take part, so he reluctantly agreed to it.

Choosing you was actually an act of rebellion. As a member of a lesser Alderaanian noble house, you were accompanying Leia as her aide, and neither of you truly wanted to be there. You weren't meant to be an option. When Luke held his hand out to you--not Leia, not any of the other princesses or heiresses, you--the galaxy stopped. This wasn't supposed to happen, but the look in his eyes told you it could.

Just because your marriage was arranged doesn't mean it was a loveless one--in fact, you were the power couple of the Empire. You were attracted to him the moment you first saw him in person, and you quickly fell for each other over the course of your wedding preparations.

Despite his mysterious exterior, he only ever treated you with kindness and respect--he was nothing like the entitled, spoiled prince you envisioned in your mind. You could tell there was light beneath the dark exterior the Empire forced upon him. He simultaneously respected your space while acknowledging your existence in a way that made you feel like you were more than just a 'lesser noblewoman.' And he was so, so, beautiful.

You were so genuine and real with him in a world where most people weren't. You didn't blindly worship or despise him--you treated him like a person, an equal. Because of this, he felt a strong desire to protect and cherish you, and as plans for the wedding were underway, he made sure you were treated like the beautiful, powerful princess you were meant to be.

You shuddered at the thought of just how much your outfit cost. Your hair was done up in elaborate braids decorated with pastel-colored flowers from your home planet. A tiara of pearls and diamonds encircling a corusca gem adorned the top of your head, and from it extended a veil of intricately woven Alderaanian lace. The dress itself was crafted from the galaxy's finest shimmershilk and embroidered with glimmering, crystal-encrusted designs. It hugged your figure beautifully, the skirt trailing elegantly behind you as you walked down the aisle.

Luke's outfit was equally as stunning: he wore a sleek black military uniform decorated with a crimson sash and various medals signifying his rank. A cape of cyrene silk draped across his shoulders, a reference to his Naboo heritage. As a final touch, a silver crown resembling rays of sunlight sat upon his head, reinforcing his almost deified status in the galaxy.

After over a year of planning, the time came for your wedding. It was the event of the century--every holonews station held countdowns to the day it would be broadcasted live. It felt like the entire galaxy was on the edge of its seat in anticipation.

The ceremony took place in the Senate Plaza as opposed to the Imperial Palace, as your marriage symbolized the unity of all nations, cultures, and planets under the influence of the Empire--even the rebellious ones.

Hundreds of thousands--if not millions--of spectators surrounded the venue, desperate to get even a glimpse of the royal couple. Security was tight due to fears of potential rebel interference. While there were handfuls of protestors in the crowd, nothing escalated beyond shouts of 'death to the Empire!'

As there had never been a royal wedding quite like yours in the recent history of the galaxy, there was no real precedent for how things were supposed to be, so the traditions you followed were amalgamations of ones from various cultures.

The two of you walked hand-in-hand down the aisle, followed by a procession of your family members and close friends: the Naberrie family behind Luke, and the Organa family behind you. Also present were Ahkelar and Arakhmil, his bodyguards; Sabé, his childhood governess; and Mon Mothma, your political mentor. The presence of your loved ones symbolized how your marriage would unite your two families--more importantly, assimilating them into the Imperial Family.

The premier Coruscanti philharmonic orchestra played a fusion of traditional Alderaanian and Naboo folk music as you made your way down the aisle, and onlookers cheered as they waved Imperial flags and showered you with flower petals.

When you reached the altar in front of the Senate Building, your entourage stopped to kneel behind you, and you and Luke turned to face each other, hands intertwined. The love in his eyes and gentle smile he gave you made your heart weep. Whatever your future as an Imperial Princess had in store, you would always find solace and comfort in him.

The officiant of the wedding ceremony was none other than the Emperor himself. You did your best to maintain your composure; his presence was absolutely sickening. Adjacent to him stood Darth Vader, the human incarnation of a shadow, if he truly even is human. Thankfully, you had your soon-to-be husband there to keep you focused and calm.

Palpatine began with a speech about the glory and righteousness of the Empire, how it brought together two people destined to rule the galaxy with the strength and power of their love. In typical Palpatine fashion, it was moving and captivating on the surface, but it was little more than thinly-veiled propaganda. His declarations of peace were merely metaphors for submission. The most obvious was how he spoke of a bride's devotion and duty to her husband, how she must remain obedient to him--a subtle but direct threat to the Alderaanians viewing the ceremony.

"Do you, Lady Y/N of Alderaan, pledge your life to Prince Luke of the Galactic Empire and take him to be your husband?"

"...I do."

"And do you, Prince Luke, Heir to House Palpatine and Crown Prince of the Galactic Empire, take Lady Y/N of Alderaan to be your bride?"

"I do."

Darth Vader stepped forward, presenting the rings that would cement your status within the Empire--by putting them on, you would exchange your freedom for limitless power. The rings had matching flamegems, glowing and pulsing with the heat of a miniature star. Taking your hand in his, Luke slipped the ring onto your finger, and you followed suite for him.

"May the two of you remain forever faithful to one another, and may you uphold the legacy of the Imperial Family with your benevolent leadership and a surfeit of children. With the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife, Prince and Princess Consort of the Galactic Empire."

Luke placed his hands on the side of your face, whispering 'I love you' and kissing you deeply. The crowed cheered even louder than they had before as you and Luke embraced each other.

The wedding ceremony was followed by an even more extravagant reception within the Senate Building. You and your new husband had changed into attire more suitable for engaging in the festivities: you wore a sultry evening gown with a plunging neckline and striking slit along the side, and Luke wore elegant, loose robes showing off his toned physique. It was near impossible for anyone to keep their eyes off you; you were without a doubt the most attractive couple the galaxy had ever known.

The party was filled with lively music, dancing, exquisite food and drink, and plenty of company. Prince Han was causing quite the riot. The two of you spent time socializing with your friends and families, but you also had many, many guests to greet and thank for attending. You met with dignitary after dignitary, spending more time making small talk with strangers than you did partying. In a rare instance of kindness, Vader insisted on taking over to let you enjoy the moment. The greetings stopped shortly after.

In spite of how reserved he usually was, Luke absolutely adored getting to show you off on the dance floor. You were his gorgeous bride, his beloved princess, his first and his only love--the one person he never had to worry about losing. The smile on your face and the sound of your laughter as he waltzed with you was enough to keep him happy for the rest of his life.

Representatives of every star system were responsible for presenting the royal couple with a wedding gift unique to the resources and cultures of their planets. Naboo had gifted a Guarlara mare and stallion named Veré and Set, whose names were taken from a famous folktale about eternal lovers. Aside from being exclusive symbols of nobility, Guarlaras mated for life and therefore represented true love; as you and Luke were avid lovers of animals, you were elated to receive such beautiful creatures.

Your adoptive aunt and uncle, Queen Breha and Viceroy Bail of Alderaan, presented you with a pair of droids who had served Padmé Amidala during the Clone Wars: R2-D2, an astromech droid, and C-3PO, a protocol droid. "They will serve you well on your new adventures as a married couple," Princess Leia told you. You understood what she meant--the droids were specially modified for untraceable, clandestine communication.

Much to your horror, Orn Free Taa of Ryloth presented you with an enslaved lethan twi'lek woman in what was to be the scandal of the century. You had no choice but to accept; not only would rejecting her create a rift between the economically important planet of Ryloth and the Empire, but it would have her thrown back into the treacherous slavery underworld. Luke ensured you and the woman, whose name was Yuna Dawani, that he would arrange to have her become a free and fully paid employee of the royal household.

The festivities lasted deep into the night, and by the end of it all, you were exhausted. However, that didn't stop you from enjoying your wedding night--as soon as you returned to your shared chambers, you relished in spending the rest of the night in each other's arms, passionately making love to one another.

[shotorozu]

pretend boyfriend

(i use guardian because idk there was this one time i used “mom” in a though unrelated n old draft and i showed it to someone and they replied with “i don’t have a mom” 😧)

note(s): also this totally wasn’t inspired by something that happened to me some time ago 😭 and this upload is late so IGNORE that it’s no longer february (actually, for 10 days now) and focus on how i’m early for white day— basically a day in japan in which guys give chocolate to their crush or partner instead of girls giving chocolates to guys (which happens on valentines day) white day is on march 14 btw

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you realize your sad plan for your single, partner-less white day— an extension of valentines day, backfired on you when your guardian asks you about a boyfriend upon your usual visit from school.

“what?” you question, sounding unbelieving of the question, like it was a collection of meaningless words. “i don’t have a boyfriend—”

“the chocolates say otherwise,” they point out, interested in the heart shaped box of sweets. “can i see a picture? i need to know if they’re good for you!”

what an… interesting way to determine who’s good for you. “there’s no boy— no one, trust me.” you insist, sounding a little more panicked than you would’ve liked— and this only fueled her suspicion.

“there has to be someone, you’re beautiful!” they insist. you would’ve felt complimented if it weren’t for the context of it all, and also the fact that they’re just talking about physicality “really, who gave it to you?”

you’re hesitant to say that you actually bought them yourself, not just to replicate the experience of having a significant other, (now that you’ve realized how hard you’ve been pining over someone incredibly unattainable)

but also because you couldn’t resist the contents of the box.

sure, you were given other pieces of chocolate and sweets from your classmates even some of the girls! (which wasn’t common to see on white day of all days) and a suspiciously expensive looking cupcake box landed on your table too.

(you didn’t eat it, you just couldn’t accept the fact that it wasn’t actually decor, until you went to eat lunch and smelled the thing.)

but those chocolates were obviously obligatory, considering the context of white day. besides, the box you bought was different— it had all your favorite flavors and it was from your favorite sweets brand. you just couldn’t help but tear a small portion of your allowance out of your wallet for this treat alone.

you don’t know what your guardian would say— they’d either insist that you’re lying, or they’d make fun of you, and none of these options sound appealing.

you deflate, not having a good defense. “… a friend.”

they don’t seem convinced. nobody used a friend to refer to their actual friend. you mentally beat yourself over this simple mistake.

this only proves their point, “hmm, okay..”

there’s a beat of silence.

“i’m still expecting a picture.”

your heart rate picks up, and you can feel your veins be filled with anxiety.

and now you’re returning to the dorms, absolutely mortified— and it clearly shows on your face based on how your best friend, todoroki shouto, approaches you at the front door with a concerned look.

“you look.. distressed.” he notes out loud, as he opens the door.

shouto’s quick to help you get your shoes off, letting you lean on him as you undo your shoelaces. he pulls off each shoe afterwards— the action so casual.

“it’s because i am, shouto!” you exclaimed, following him in. “i did something stupid and now i’m paying the consequences of my actions!”

shouto’s two toned brows furrow, there’s a deep look settled on his pretty face— and he draws all his focus on you. “whatever it is, we can fix it.”

“i’m sure but, my ego! my dignity!” you groan, and your hands cover your face as if it’ll burrow you away from the embarrassment and transport you to a place of peace.

“i won’t laugh,” he says, an indirect way of saying that he won’t absolutely clown you for any of your decision making skills.

shouto then holds his pinkie up, waiting for you to take it. it’s a clear show that he’s intent. “promise.”

“sure,” you say as you link pinkies, the warmth of his pinkie making embarrassment creep up your neck instantly. “i trust you.”

you breathe in as preparation. “i bought chocolates for myself and my guardian thinks i have a boyfriend and is asking for a picture, so now i’m screwed because i don’t have a boyfriend in the first place, and i’ve told them that i don’t but they just don’t believe me, so i might have to get a fake boyfriend for a picture!”

all of it just spilled out at once. you aren’t even sure if shouto understood, let alone was able to comprehend all of it due to the lack of reaction.

but when you carefully examine— you realize that a reaction slowly shows on his face, like it just dawned on him the information you’ve dumped.

“fake boyfriend.” he echoes, “for a picture.”

“yes!” you groan, mortified of the other possible solution of the matter being slapped in your face again, “and they need to be tall, handsome, and apparently someone that looks rich— don’t know how a picture can prove that, we don’t even have jobs.”

“anyway, they’ll just criticize me for my choice in people.” you sigh, “i’m lost.”

he folds his arms together, and he unintentionally flexes. your eyes follow the movement for a short second before you realize that you cannot be caught gawking at someone you’ve met when you were both five. “it appears you are quite in a situation.”

“yeah..”

“if only there was someone available to help.”

“yeah—”

“someone close to you.”

“i figured— it’d be awkward to ask someone who i’m not really close with to be my fake…” you trail off, brows furrowing when you realize there might be some insinuation in his words. you can’t tell what he is necessarily eluding to— but,

you take a good look at shouto— an very good look. you size him up, and he allows this as he is basically standing politely. there’s a fixed look of stillness in every aspect of his expression, and he’s calm when he speaks,

“i could play the role.” he suggests like he doesn’t understand the weight of his words, or he doesn’t care that much about it.

you can feel your heart in your throat all of a sudden, and the beat of it is becoming painfully loud.

“shouto,” you somehow manage to get out, “they know who you are.”

your deep rooted history together as close friends would be seen as a plus point, if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve refrained from showing (let alone hinting) any sign of your feelings for him. shouto did the same, except you are absolutely sure he doesn’t want anything more than platonic with you— as he has displayed no such signs.

the sudden shift of events would raise more questions instead of just solving one.

besides, who doesn’t know him nowadays? he’s tall, good looking, strapped with money and a multipurpose and hella useful quirk. heck— his appearance during the sports festival was a huge thing and has definitely made a positive mark on his reputation.

additionally, it was hard for your guardian to miss someone with an alluring presence like shouto’s, and a head full of naturally snow-like, and flaming red hair.

you think carefully before coming up with something easy. “what if i just asked one of the girls to wear an oversized hoodie; and stand on a stool? i’d crop out their face, of course. kyouka or yaomomo could—”

before you were allowed to finish your thought, shouto continued to press on his idea. “i’d be the most preferable, since the backstory makes the most sense.”

you pause. you’ve never thought of an actual backstory for you too, and you couldn’t quite indulge in the self blame— you didn’t think he’d agree at all.

“childhood friends turned best friends, and with a bond that drew us together.” his gaze fleets somewhere below your eyes, and then he draws them back up— a small boyish grin now blessing his face. “besides, you’d be in quite some trouble if they asked for a picture of their face.”

oh, that description sounded way too close to home, so much that you forgot. now that shouto mentioned one, that solution does seem to have its loop holes.

“touché.” the lengths he’d do for you is admirable, and your heart would’ve stuttered if it weren’t for the dull reminder from the back of your mind, of what it’s really like between the two of you.

“so uhm, what now? do you want to take the picture right later or—”

“now would be good.”

“oh uh, okay then…” shouto never wastes time, even when it came to unimportant stuff it seems, and he watches as you shift around to find your phone.

getting your phone is something that never takes any time, but with everything being taken account for, your hands are starting to feel like jelly.

after opening your camera app and switching to selfie mode, you position your phone carefully. not just like a photographer that was about to capture a rare wild animal laying still, but also similarly to how people take pictures with celebrities.

you are cautious of the angle. although you’ve almost seen every single expression that he could make— you’re worried how you could make everything look good, make him look phenomenal. (although it seems impossible to make him look anything but)

you end up snapping a photo that’s majorly of him, and the only show of you being in the same frame was the very top of your head shoved to the corner of the screen.

the two of you stare at the photo, exchanging glances. you might think that this is enough, considering that this photo of shouto is nowhere on the internet. so— plus one for authenticity, sorta.

he’s not your real boyfriend, but your guardian won’t know that from looking at the picture.

“let’s do a retake.”

you nearly stumble, like his words were a gust of strong wind. “huh?”

“this photo.. doesn’t seem authentic. i wouldn’t know what it’d be like to be in a relationship but the couples on television look— different. don’t you think?”

you take another look at the photo. although the couples shouto is referring to are actresses and actors playing roles— he’s right for the most part. the distance between the two of you is hard to miss, nobody would be able to guess that you two were together.

not to mention, it’s more of a picture of him instead of the both of you.

“alright then,” you say in agreement. “any suggestions?”

“if i may.”

“of course you may,” you encourage.

“then…” he shifts, feet moving closer to you. “if you’ll allow me.”

shouto’s hands reach out, and you’re immediately drawn to them. although unsure about his next course of action, you don’t stop him as he pulls you close— hands with contrasting temperatures maneuvering the positions to his liking.

eventually, the two of you were positioned in a way that made you encase shouto in your arms and have you turnt slightly towards the camera.

the side of your faces are pressed against each other’s, and despite trying your best to stop it, the proximity had your heart thumping against your ribcage once again.

making sure you don’t prolong the ordeal more than you need to— you snap the picture and attempt to pick yourself up afterwards.

but shouto makes no effort in detaching himself from you, relaxing in your arms as he leans against you to view the picture. you feel yourself flustering again, and you just know that he could end you one day and be blissfully unaware of how and why.

although you just took a big risk that could possibly have your feelings found out— you were just as curious as he was to see the outcome.

and you two seemed like a couple indeed.

“thoughts?” you ask in place of allowing yourself to slowly pass away on the inside. your skin feeling increasingly hot all of a sudden, and you’re confident the boy beside you has nothing to do with it this time.

“just as i suspected.” a small smile pulls at his lips, “we look good together.”

your brain buffers, “huh?—”

and then, he’s pressing his soft lips onto your cheek— pulling back as quickly as he pressed his lips onto you.

you choke on practically nothing, and you stare at him with eyes so wide they rival saucers.

and then it started to make sense, “what— are you playing me?— you’re doing all of this for a picture i didn’t even take!”

he tilts his head, confused for a moment before letting out a disapproving noise. “i… was teasing at some point, but i would never play you. i even pinkie swore.” he said, holding the same pinkie he linked with yours earlier to prove his memory.

“so why… after all this time?”

his gaze sharpens, “why not?” he states simply, “i figured just recently that.. the feelings are mutual, and that you’re interested in the way i’m interested in you.”

he clutches you, shoving himself deeper in your embrace, “besides, there was no way i’d let you ask anyone else to be your pretend boyfriend when i’m right here.”

“it would be just for a picture though.” you note, slightly amused that todoroki shouto was jealous at the idea of having a pretend boyfriend for a picture— even if said pretend boyfriend were to be one of the girls from your class.

a specific blank expression is pinned onto his face. “still.” he replies, quite dryly.

though the expression immediately melts away as he says these next words, “now then,” gorgeous, gorgeous heterochromatic eyes meeting yours in a gaze. shouto holds it, and it seems that he’s taking advantage of his effect on you. he’s quick, not to mention— observant too.

“we should take another picture, one that’s much real.”

[glambots]

Heyo! I noticed requests were open, so I'll give them a go!

Can I get some HCS for DJMM, Roxy, and Chica with a reader who LOVES Halloween? Like, they're coming to work dressed up, with a bag of candy, and a HUGE FRICKING SMILE on their face. It's Spooky Month‼️‼️, ya know? (Pls follow up if you need more clarification, ty!)

Happy SPOOKY MONTH (please ignore that this was sent October of last year I am So Sorry OTL OTL OTL)!!!

🍕Glamrock Chica + "SPOOKY MONTH" HCs:🍕

🎃Chica loves Halloween too! Well, she loves most holidays. They give her the chance to go all out with decorating! She is super stoked to help you with anything you want--putting up decorations, helping you choose a costume, doing your makeup, making treats--especially that last part. Pumpkin is one of her favorite flavors!

🎃Just make sure to keep an eye on your candy stash, because the second it leaves your line of sight, she's going to be digging through it. She just can't help it! Halloween candy is the best kind of candy! (Along with Valentine's candy, Easter candy, Christmas candy...and most other kinds of candy, really.)

🎃Her favorite part is probably the trick-or-treaters, though. The kids always dress up in the cutest costumes, and she gets to hand out candy when they come by to take a picture with her! She'll take one with you too, if you want. And you get your own little bag of candy, handmade and decorated by Chica, herself!

🐺Roxanne Wolf + "SPOOKY MONTH" HCs:🐺

🎃There's really one thing that Roxanne likes about Halloween, and it's the costumes! She usually starts planning her costumes about a month in advance, and tends to cycle through at least 3-5 top picks before she finally settles on her Favorite. And even then, she keeps going back to try out new looks up until the day of.

🎃Roxy's not that big on the candy aspect, she's more here for the Aesthetics. She is NOT here for the horror. You can keep your fake blood and gooey, gory prosthetics a million miles away from her, and god forbid you get any of it her hair, because she will raise hell about it. (Less hell if it's an accident or a kid's fault, But Still.)

🎃She gets really choked up when she sees kids who've dressed up like her. And if you did it, she might explode from sheer happiness. Or maybe she'll just wait to cry happy tears in her green room after the PizzaPlex closes. Whichever happens first. You better not make her mess up her make-up...!

🎧DJ Music Man + "SPOOKY MONTH" HCs:🎧

🎃You wouldn't expect it, but the DJ actually loves Halloween. It's one of the few days he can actually be scary--on purpose. (Which isn't really that hard, considering what he looks like, and how big he is, and all that.) He's not as excited as you might be, but he's still happy to see you happy.

🎃Plus, he can help put up the decorations, easy-peasy! Cobwebs and garlands everywhere! Plus, the dance-floor gets decked out to look like a giant spider-web. He even gets to wear a special pair of pumpkin-shaped sunglasses! He can't get a full costume, because of his size, but he still gets to dress-up in little ways.

🎃His favorite part--aside from manning the booth during the obligatory Halloween parties--would probably be the Photo Ops/Trick-or-Treating events. It's one of the few times the kids actually want to be up close-and-personal with him. Plus, he gets to have the Mini-DJs help him hand out candy bags to the visitors--and, of course, you get one too!

[sinkingnotsoslowly]

No More Love Left

Pairing: (f) Reader x Seungmin

Non-idol au, fluff, mostly angst

Warnings: Unrequited love, mention of a breakup (not y/n's), slight Minho x reader, curse words, suggestive, mention of making out

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED

Loving him was giving your all. A petal of rose each day. Until there’s no more left to give.

You too wanted your high school sweetheart story with Seungmin. But so did all the other girls in your year. You were close to him than the girls could ever be, his best friend. But that didn’t mean he was attainable. You still gave him chocolate on Valentine’s Day, “Oh obligatory chocolates? Thank you (y/n)”.

You thought you were leaving enough hints when you took extra notes when Seungmin was sick and couldn’t come to school. You even added little ‘get well soon’ and funny footnotes to cheer him up and then took them all the way to his house after school. But you realised that it was nothing extraordinary thing to do. Anyone would do that for a friend. So you started a ritual of giving him a flower each day when he came to school. “What’s this for?”, he asked with visible confusion on his face. “I’m growing them in my backyard. I thought it will be a beautiful start to your day”, you tried to look as unaffected as possible. Seungmin shrugged, “I can’t decide if that’s sweet or cringe”. Cringe, you decided.

You gathered enough courage to confess to him on graduation day. So you left a little note on his desk telling him to meet by the ground. But you didn’t have enough courage to leave your name on the note.

To your surprise Seungmin did not come alone, a girl from your year was there too. You crept in closer to listen to what they were talking about. It was a breach of privacy but your heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst. Was she really doing what you thought she was?

“I really like you. Will you go out with me?”, damn. But Seungmin wouldn’t say yes, would he?

“Okay”

A gasp made both of them turn to look at you.

“What are you doing here (y/n)?”

“I-I was looking for you. Mom wanted a picture of us both. I see that you’re busy, I-I’ll wait by the gate”, you ran off from there as fast as you could.

You did not wait for him that day, just went straight home with your mom. And then when Seungmin called, you lied about feeling sick. It seemed that’s what you kept doing these days, lying to your best friend. But you knew for sure that if you were honest you would end up losing him for good.

One would think their childhood crush would fade away with time. But yours didn’t.

But two ended up going to the same college with different majors. But still had a few classes together. And by God was he distracting. He sat in front of you. So the only thing you did in your shared classes was stare at the back of his head with heart eyes. “(Y/n) you’re so whipped for Seungmin it's pathetic”, Felix said to you one day during lunch. “Wait how’d you know?”

“Are you kidding me? Everyone has noticed by now. Even Hyunjin’s dramatic ass. And yet Mr Oblivious has not”, he said as stole your fries.

“Felix, whose side are you on? It’s good that he hasn’t noticed. He even has a girlfriend for God’s sake”

“So what? Just cause he has a girlfriend doesn’t mean that can’t have feelings for you. Maybe he just wants to see you react to him dating. It can be your best-friends-to-lovers story”

“You’re watching too many dramas Felix. Get real”

Felix let out a sigh, “You can at least try you know?”

“And lose a friend? No thanks”.

And thank God you didn’t take Felix’s advice because you found Seungmin and his girlfriend kissing at the park the next day. Even if you knew that he had a girlfriend, things actually felt real seeing him smiling like a puppy while looking at that girl. Maybe partly it was his fault, he treated you too kindly, never let you feel that he was spending any less time with you because of his girlfriend. But seeing your world in someone else’s hand made you question how much love you had left to give to him.

Turned out it was a lot and not enough at the same time. Hyunjin dragged you to the dance major party on Saturday because “Just cause you didn’t get to have a high school sweetheart story doesn’t mean you can’t have a college hook-up story”. And for once he was right. You were tired of everything because every time you saw Seungmin you felt like you lost a bit of yourself by giving him all the love that you could. So you let yourself get chatted up by this really handsome senior who showed you pictures of his three cats. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol but everything he said seemed ten times funnier to you. You even grinded against him while dancing and made out below the stairs. Eventually, you two ended up in someone’s room upstairs. You really thought you could do it. Minho was very good at what he did until you moaned Seungmin’s name. You swore you would never show your face to him again.

But Minho was a kind soul, he didn’t judge. He tracked you down during lunch on Monday.

“I get that you have issues but I really liked talking to you. I would love it if we could at least be friends. I’ll even let you meet my cats”

“Are you trying to bribe me with your cats?”, you asked.

“Is it working?”

“You can have my number”.

Minho was a very good friend and he was funny too. He let you meet his cats like promised. “Dori are you really ditching me to play with someone whom you know for two weeks?”, you giggled at his playfulness.

“Just accept it Dori loves me more”

“You traitor, see if I buy you any more toys”.

The only sad thing was he would be graduating before you. But he insisted that he would never lose contact with you. He would spend his whole life trying to seduce you if he had to.

“Is that the real reason you befriended me Minho? Just to sleep with me?”, you mockingly pouted making his ears turn red.

“W-What no believe me I really did not”

“It’s okay I’m just joking”.

You felt happy during the time you spent with him. It was enough to keep your mind off of Seungmin. You thought you had finally exhausted all the love you could give him, all the petals had fallen. Until one night he showed up at his doorstep, barely holding back tears.

“She broke up with me”, you brought him to your arms. You really thought there was nothing left, you were done. But you were clearly mistaken as your heart ached at his sight, and it was definitely not just feeling bad for a friend. Your world did not deserve this sadness. That night you let him find comfort in your space, consoling him the whole night. And a part of you felt a surge of hope which you knew was wrong but you couldn’t help it. Maybe, just maybe this time on he would look at you, and give you back all the petals that you gave.

masterlist

Autumn's sighs- little soft thoughts about our favourite boys

[kathrynalicemc]

Behold: Hollywood Boy™️ now with bonus daughter!

Introducing Darcy Valentine and his teenage daughter Cheryl “Cherry” Valentine.

Darcy was an (largely unsuccessful) actor for muggle Hollywood. He struggled as a young single dad trying to raise his child daughter in Hollywood. He got into a relationship really young and had a child really fast into the relationship which resulted in a divorce when Cheryl was very small. Nearing the early to mid 60s (dates are still up in the air) Darcy decided to take the film industry and introduce it to the wizard world. This was illegal as movies would be a very easy platform to break the statute of secrecy. He eventually opens a speakeasy of sorts as a cinema in Hollywood that is hidden from muggles with spells. He also pioneers magical movie cameras inspired by the moving newspaper pictures the wizard world has.

Cheryl goes with the flow and is here for a good time. She romanticizes life, as one is prone to do when she’s raised by a creative in the film industry. She spends most of her teenage years in record shops and California beaches. Life with her dad was fun in her childhood as Darcy made eating at cheap diners and sleeping at sketchy hotels like a big adventure. As she reached her moody teen years, she started to criticize her dad more. She held grudges about not experiencing a stable and normal childhood with a mother and even started to be annoyed when her father found fame and the reputation of being Valentines daughter followed her everywhere she went.

Lastly, my obligatory note: If I have taken any FCs or names please tell me!! I can never be fully aware of everything so lmk! ALSO: Both Darcy and Cheryl are open for ships. Darcy can have 2 as one will be Cheryl’s mom and another can be a current day interest?

[whalesforhands]

abt kofi fics

(a one time tip will unlock all the content below for 30 days. :) i don’t update all the fics here anymore, please look at the main masterlist for a more updated version!)

DYF AU ix morning routines and the like (1.1k words, dyf mc is an idiot, wrong bathroom moment)

DYF AU/THIRD YEAR summer days and the heat haze (finale) (2.1k words, summertime fun stuff, kissing bcs we need it, embarrassing moments for gojo)

DYF AU/THIRD YEAR first time? (NSFW primarily gojo, first time if u catch my drift)

DYF AU coincidental meetings and first dates (2.1k words, train harassment, watch out yalls, but u get saved, fluff)

loll the sweetness (dyf au if i had let it play out how i originally wanted it)

DYF AU/ADULTS onsens and fulfillment (3.2k words, SMUT, ONSENS LOL, adult parents hehe, enjoy)

DYF AU/ADULTS day-offs and busy afternoons (1.3k words, SMUT)

DYF AU fireworks and festivals (3.9k words, fireworks & festivals hahahahah)

DYF AU morning haze (1.4k words, waking up in the morning fr this time, fluff haha)

DYF AU cigarettes and alleyways (1k words, smoking, more geto-focused, some shoko)

DYF AU does being in okinawa give you okinawan dreams? (1.9k)

DYF AU it's not obligatory, right? (2.7k, happy valentine's 2024!)

DYF AU/FIRST YEAR christmas and confessions (2.0k, christmas eve confession 2005 stsg, angst, fluff haha)

DYF AU/FIRST YEAR hidden in plain sight (2k, stalking geto bcs gojo doesn't like that he's on a date)

OTHER AU cats and cats pt.2 (2.8k, catoru & catguru haha, fluff)

OTHER AU big cats! (hybrid edition) (1.7k, hybrid! au: panther geto, snow leopard gojo, lynx shoko, cat reader) OTHER AU more stuff (1.6k, i'm out of excuses im just a sucker for cat ears, light nsfw) OTHER AU here is even more

OTHER AU tokyo metropolitan curse technical daycare (2k, a spinoff of kaizen daycare)

DYF AU epilogue (4.9k, a look into the near (& far) future in DYF)

DYF AU aftermath dates and discussions (2.7k, discussions about kids, general family fluff) DYF AU aftermath bets and losses (0.9k, losing a bet to suguru and paying the punishment for it haha) DYF AU aftermath late-night snacks and early breakfasts (1.8k, kid megumi centric and family fluff) DYF AU aftermath twins (1.2k, extra of this, just more fluff basically, on my baby fever era) DYF AU aftermath summer days and the heat haze (2.8k, fluff and aftermath spinoff) DYF AU aftermath the first years of jujutsu high! (extra scenes, 2.5k, fluff and like 2 maybe suggestive scenes) DYF AU aftermath observation diary of your (almost) villainous husband! (1.5k) DYF AU aftermath phonecall (NSFW, phone...calls...) DYF AU aftermath don't look too closely (1.7k, light nsfw, um... videos/pictures during the hanky panky implied) DYF AU aftermath mission... success? (NSFW, continuation of this)

[androidcharles]

HAPPY NEW YEAR STICKMIN FANDOM!

Pictures will be in just a sec, I just thought I'd do my obligatory list of things I want to accomplish in the new year!

Start up a secret santa thing (thinking about doing it during Valentine's day)

Host another Ellie Rose week (maybe make it two weeks?)

Host a Toppat Clan "week" (this will probably be two weeks)

MORE COMICS DAMN IT!

Start up art trades! (unfortunately, this means requests will be closing...)

Draw more silly stick figures, cause god damn I'm still rotating these idiots in my head

Finish up the android!Charles story once and for all (plan the third arc, get it up and running, and hopefully have it all wrapped up by the end of the year... LET'S DO IT!

3D modelling... no you get no context XD

As always, have a happy new year and let's make it a good one!

[just6f]

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[bananabeebenson]

More of a small update than anything.

This week will be HECTIC for me due to a lot of things happening at once.

First, my Leopard Gecko’s new setup is getting delivered (piece by piece) so I’m having to reorganize my room to fit it in.

Second, a friend was going through something personal and I’ve been trying to be there.

Third, work is shorthanded. Again (co-worker once again called out for the rest of the week...a second time).

Fourth, Valentine’s Day. I’m not single, thus I have some plans that span to the weekend due to us both working.

SO. If any of my followers are interested in what I’m currently hoping to work on next, simply check out my pinned comment on my page. It does list what I’m working on, but just because this week will be crazy doesn’t mean I can’t take more requests. Feel free to always request anything, hopefully next week things will even out. I love you guys. Enjoy life.

(Also obligatory picture of the B O Y)

[foxssie]

You’re purrfect to me ♥ february 2019

[spine-buster]

the first time.

gif credit @/denis-scorianov

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day lovelies!!! This chapter is 5k+ words, so I hope you enjoy! 😇

Bianca Yang was in her kitchen enjoying her morning cup of tea when she came face-to-face with Rasmus Sandin.

She’d heard every single little thing about him, of course. She felt like she already knew so much, she was actually shocked that it took her this long to actually meet him. What colour his hair was. What colour his eyes were. How tall he was. How he had a nice smile. The exact pink hue of his lips. How the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled at her. How big his hands were. How big his feet were. What position he played in hockey. Where he lived. What car he drove. What he liked to do with his spare time. Who his best friends were. How he passed the time.

The only thing Bianca didn’t know was why he was in her kitchen at such an early hour.

“Good morning,” he greeted her politely. “I’m Rasmus. You must be Bianca.”

She raised her mug to him slightly, as if to cheer him. Rasmus had invited Lusine to the game against the Chicago Blackhawks on December 11th even though he wasn’t playing. He was in the press box, and she was in the family lounge with the likes of Aberdeen and Bee, but she stayed so late at Rasmus’s house that night that Bianca heard her get into their apartment at 2am. The team had gone on another west coast road trip following that – despite the game against Calgary being cancelled – and Rasmus was busy with physiotherapy while Lusine was busy with her final midterms. The team had gotten back from Seattle late Sunday night/early Monday morning, and now they only had one more game against St. Louis until they broke for Christmas. “You spent the night, huh?”

“I did,” he nodded. “Clothes were kept on, though.”

“Clothes are always kept on with Lusine,” Bianca said. “She talks a lot about you, you know.”

“She talks a lot about you too,” Rasmus said. “How you guys met, how close you are, all that stuff. How you're best friends. You’re her favourite person in the world.”

“Ooooooh no no no,” Bianca giggled, shaking her head. “I’m one of her favourites, for sure. But ever since you came into the picture, you’ve been her favourite person.”

Rasmus couldn’t help but blush. Here was someone that knew Lusine better than anyone, so her words meant something. Bianca was able to see things in Lusine other people couldn’t see, and that maybe he couldn’t see yet either. “You think so?”

“I know so,” she said confidently. “And by the way she talks about you, I’m not even offended. Although I do want to make the obligatory statement that if you hurt her or make her disavow love and turn into a nun, I’ll personally castrate you.”

Rasmus giggled. He wasn’t exactly planning on doing that. If he had his way, Lusine would be anything but a nun. “Deal,” he said confidently.

Before their conversation could go any further, they both heard Lusine’s footsteps on the creaky wooden floor of the apartment. Soon enough, she appeared in the kitchen, still in her pajamas (like the all were) and hair in a messy bun. “G’morning,” she smiled at her roommate. Bianca smiled back. “What are we talking about?”

“Rasmus was just mentioning how he’s a great cook and is gonna make us breakfast,” Bianca smirked.

Rasmus laughed, looking at Bianca while Lusine looked in between them. “Oh really?” she asked, keeping her eyes on Rasmus.

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “I make a mean scrambled egg.”

***

Later that afternoon, Lusine found herself at the Mastercard Performance Centre for the Leafs Family Skate. Being neither a Leaf, nor family, nor knowing how to skate, she felt a bit awkward as Rasmus pulled into a parking spot. Rasmus turned off the car and took the keys out of the ignition, but he made no movements to get out. Instead, he sat in the driver’s seat, looking over at Lusine. “You okay?” he asked.

Lusine nodded. “Of course. I just don’t know how to skate. You’re going to have to teach me.”

“Me and the room full of hockey players who know how to skate pretty well,” he smiled.

Lusine did smile, if only for a second, before continuing. “I used to know how to skate, you know. I did it all the time.”

“You told me.”

“It’s just that after the accident, my parents wouldn’t let me. They said I could fall and smack my head on the ice and crack my skull open and die. They said someone could fall and the edge of their skate could slit my wrist or my neck and I’d bleed out. They never let me go skating again. Not even on school field trips. I couldn’t even go to arenas to watch my friends,” she recounted.

Rasmus nodded in silence. At this point, he knew she only wanted someone to listen. For someone experiencing a lot of firsts because of circumstances beyond her control, it was important for her to reflect on them as much as possible, regardless of how eager or excited she was to actually do the thing. “At least you’re able to learn again with me now,” he offered with a soft smile. “I promise that I’ll make it fun.”

Lusine smiled back at him. “You make everything fun.”

They walked inside together, holding hands, Rasmus leading the way into the back, which was decorated with a mix of chic and cozy decorations and kid-friendly stuff. About half the team was already there, sipping on hot chocolate and munching on some TimBits Wayne Simmonds bought as “skating fuel”. Lusine caught up with Aryne and Courtney as Rasmus went to find her some skates. By the time he came back, he was walking in with William, Aberdeen, Jason, his wife Jennifer, and their four daughters. The room got a whole lot cozier. It was putting Lusine at ease.

When the whole team arrived, people started to put on skates. For those who knew how to do it by themselves, they did it along with the guys. But Lusine had to wait for Rasmus, because she didn’t know what she was doing. He’d gotten her hockey skates, too, and she only remembered ever skating with figure skating skates as a kid. When he was finished, he helped her put on the skates and tie them up properly, much like her dad or older brothers did when she was a kid: standing in front of her, blade of the skate between his thighs. From beyond him, she could see John tying up little Jace’s skates, and Morgan tying up Bee’s. All of Jason’s daughters were putting on their own skates – even his youngest.

“Smiiiiiile!” Aberdeen cooed as she brought her phone up beside Rasmus and Lusine. They posed with giant smiles – and Lusine’s foot still in between Rasmus’s thighs. Aberdeen gave them a thumbs up when she was done. ���Cuuuuute! I took fifteen. I’ll send them to you, Lusine.”

When Aberdeen walked away, Rasmus focused his attention back on Lusine. “Are you excited?”

“Very,” she nodded. “Maybe not to fall on my ass, but yeah, I’m excited.”

“I won’t let you fall on your ass,” Rasmus dismissed the notion. “Besides, if you’re going down, I’m going down with you.”

“You have a knee to protect,” she warned. “I have nothing to lose besides my dignity.”

Ramus buckled her helmet and made sure the laces weren’t tied too tight and that she got used to the feeling of standing with the skates on her feet before he led her to the walk out. There were so many people on the ice, and Lusine even noticed some sleds for the babies and toddlers. She looked at Rasmus as he stepped onto the ice effortlessly and immediately turned back around to face her, holding his hands out. “Ready?”

“I don’t need to hold your hand,” she said confidently. “Just tell me what to do.”

“Step out onto the ice with bent knees,” he said. “You don’t want to skate with straight legs.”

She did as she was told. The skates were freshly sharpened, so they were extra slippery, but she was able to step onto the ice with both feet and not faceplant or fall flat on her ass. It was an amazing start. It was maybe a bit of a beginner move, but she brought her arms out for balance. “What next?” she asked.

“You find your balance?” Rasmus asked.

“I think so.”

“When you’re ready, go like this,” he showed her, positioning his left leg away from him but the toe of his right skate forward. “You push off with this leg,” he tapped his left leg with his thigh, “and point this one to guide you where you want to go,” he tapped his right leg. “Where do you want to go?”

“Towards you.”

There was a deeper meaning in that statement, that was for sure. But for now, both were focused on making sure she could do this. Lusine did as she was told, and despite not going far at all and wobbling, she did it. She at least wasn’t in the same place as she was before. “Good! Good!” she could hear Rasmus egging her on. “Now do the exact same thing again but with the other leg.”

Lusine did it. Slowly, very slowly, and still wobbly, but she did it. “Look at me!”

“Come towards me like you said,” Rasmus egged her on. “This time put some power in the push, lilla fågel. It will get you further.”

She pushed off again, and again, and again, going further and further each time. By about the fourth, she had a giant smile on her face, as did Rasmus, and they were both laughing as she skated towards him, and he skated backwards so she could never get to him. She almost lost her balance three times, but they were able to skate the width of the rink. And once she did, she was finally able to skate into Rasmus’s arms, laughing like a schoolgirl as Rasmus cheered her on like she’d just landed a triple axel. “I did it!” she yelled happily, looking back at where she’d started to where she was now. “I did it and I didn’t even fall!”

“You were amazing!” Rasmus said. “Ready to do it again?”

And so they did. They were left alone while Rasmus skated backwards and Lusine always tried to catch up to him. At some points, William and Aberdeen would skate by them holding hands to cheer her on; Morgan and Bee did as well, clapping and chanting her name like she’d just made a big save; in both instances Lusine was acutely aware that neither Aberdeen nor Bee knew how to skate very well either – that they were holding hands with William and Morgan and using them, essentially, to help them go a reasonable speed along the ice. So maybe she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know how to skate or was bad at skating.

“I don’t think this one should be teaching you how to skate,” a voice remarked sarcastically from behind Lusine. Before she had the chance to look back (and possible lose her balance, Auston Matthews had come into view, skating along beside her at her glacial pace. “He only learned how to skate backwards yesterday,” he smirked.

“I skate backwards better than you!” Rasmus retorted playfully, causing Auston to laugh.

As quickly as he skated up beside her, he was gone. Lusine skated into Rasmus’s arms again, and he held her for longer than usual. “One more time?” he asked.

Lusine shook her head. “Can I hold your hand now?” she asked, nodding her head over to where William and Aberdeen were across the rink. “Can we skate like that? It looks so sweet.”

Rasmus blushed. He grabbed her hand immediately and squeezed it. “Of course,” he said, positioning himself beside her and waiting for her to push off so he could start skating too. “Maybe Aberdeen will take more pictures of us. It’s been twenty minutes since our last photoshoot with her.”

Lusine couldn’t help but giggle. “She thinks we’re cute, huh?”

“She thinks we’re adorable,” Rasmus said. “Clearly, since she’s always taking pictures of us.”

“That’s because we forget a lot. We need to stop forgetting.”

As if on cue, William and Aberdeen were skating towards them, and Aberdeen’s phone was in front of her face. “I just got the cutest pictures of you guys!” she squealed. “I’ll send them to you, Lusine.”

Rasmus and Lusine looked at each other and smiled.

***

The rest of the family skate was amazing. Rasmus and Lusine skated the entire time, stopping only when the hot chocolate was brought out to the bench. They skated with Aberdeen and William, and then with Pierre Engvall and Timothy Liljegren, before ending off with Aryne and John. John had been pulling his two boys in a sled for about half the skate, and eventually, when Aryne took the boys out when they got fussy, John suggested Lusine get in and have Rasmus pull her around.

She did.

She giggled the entire time, and of course, Aberdeen was the official photographer. Rasmus was taking videos and selfies too, and Lusine could only imagine what she looked like hanging out of the kid-sized sled. When they were all sledded out, they posed for some group photos and individual couple shots (yes, couple shots, even thought, well…never mind) before going back into the locker room and taking off their skates.

Rasmus made sure to help Lusine take off her skates before running them back to where he found them. Alone with Aberdeen beside her on the bench, William off with Rasmus to return her skates, Aberdeen sent her every picture she took that afternoon. “Did you have fun?” Aberdeen asked.

“Loads. And my God, Jace and Axton are adorable,” Lusine responded.

“Oh my God, yes,” Aberdeen nodded. “Isn’t Jace completely John’s twin?”

“Yes!” Lusine exclaimed, unbuckling her helmet and pushing it off her head.

“I felt bad for Aryne at first because of it, but Axton is her twin, so it’s a perfect mix,” Aberdeen smiled.

Lusine nodded, and in a split-second, a flash-second, a nano-second, a micro-second, Lusine noticed Aberdeen’s eyes move up to look at her forehead. And in that split-second, flash-second, nano-second, micro-second, Lusine knew her makeup had rubbed off because of the helmet. She knew her big forehead scar was visible, at least somewhat. She took a deep breath and tried not to freak out. “By the way, is there a women’s washroom back here? I should probably go before we leave.”

“It’s just past the doors and down the hall to your left,” Aberdeen guided her. “I’ll let Rasmus know you’re in there.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, getting up and following her directions. She locked herself in the bathroom and rushed towards the mirror to check.

There her scar was, in all its big, ugly glory.

***

Lusine tried to get her mind off of Aberdeen – someone she highly respected – and God knows how many other people seeing her scar by making out with Rasmus once they got back to her apartment. She’d settled with herself quickly in the car that she wanted to finally lose her virginity and have sex with him, and she wanted to have that sex tonight. She was ready. Well, she was making herself ready. She was hyping herself up for it. Bianca had gone out for a booty call, so Lusine knew they were safe. She started kissing him the second they took off their shoes. Rasmus was slightly shocked but received it well, and soon his hands were all over her body. When they moved to her bedroom, they didn’t even stop kissing.

Rasmus’s hands kept slipping under her sweater, and her body felt hotter by the second as he continued to kiss her. Long, passionate kisses gave way to Rasmus biting and pulling her lower lip, short kisses that peppered her jawline, and long, wet kisses along her neck – he definitely left a hickey or two. Just another mark on her body – except this one would go away eventually. In her haste of deciding so quickly that she wanted to lose her virginity, she didn’t even consider that, if this was going to go where she expected it to go, where she wanted it to go, Rasmus would have to take off her sweater and see her body scars. But him seeing them was different than anyone else on the team or someone like Aberdeen seeing them – he’d already seen her facial ones.

But these ones were much bigger.

“Rasmus?” she breathed out between kisses.

“Hmmm?” he hummed, his hands underneath her sweater.

“There’s…you’re—you’re gonna see a few scars,” she said in a soft voice. Rasmus stopped kissing her to listen. “There’s one along my clavicle, and then—the one…it’s really big. It goes from my chest all the way to my back and it—it’s not—it’s just really big.”

“From the accident.”

She nodded. “From the accident.”

He nodded too before leaning in again and giving her softer, more romantic kisses – a change from the previous ones. Lusine could feel his fingertips at the hemline of her sweater again, but there was no direct action to raise it up. She realized her was waiting for her to lift it, so she did in one full scoop. She held her breath.

Rasmus just kept kissing her. There was no long look, no turning of her body to see the whole thing and how long it went on for – nothing. Nothing that she thought would happen did happen, and instead of being grateful, she wondered why. Was he overcompensating? Was he pretending not to notice even though they were glaringly obvious? She tried to shut her mind up and focus on the feeling of his hands on her bare skin. When she felt his hands wander to just below her breasts, she shivered.

“It doesn’t hurt if I touch it, does it?” he asked quickly.

“No. It just looks bad.”

More kisses. Then, she felt his hands moving along her exposed body. Down to the hem of her pants, then back up, then cupping her breasts through her bra, then back around. Eventually, he took off her pants, and bra, and any other article of clothing she didn’t realize she was still wearing, and she took off his shirt, and pants, and any other articles of clothing too. His fingertips grazed along her scar in parts, and every time it did, her body shivered. Rasmus picked up on it. There was no way he couldn’t. “Are you okay?” he asked quickly.

“Yeah.”

“You keep shaking,” he continued. “You need to tell me if you’re nervous.”

“I will. But I’m not.”

Their kissing continued, and despite her best efforts to try to keep her mind on the actions that were happening, Lusine couldn’t get out of her own head. Did Rasmus think it looked disgusting? There was no way he didn’t notice them by now. God, and she even forgot to mention the scar that went down the top half of her back from the spinal fusion surgery. Was it all he thought about despite his constant kissing? Did he—

“Lusine.”

“What?”

“You just—you went, like, limp—”

“I just can’t believe this is happening,” she lied, so quickly she couldn’t even believe herself. She kissed him quickly in hopes that he wouldn’t notice anything was wrong. “D’you have a condom?”

Rasmus looked her in the eye. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” she said quickly. “Is it in your wallet?”

Rasmus bent over the bed to reach for his pants on the floor. As he stretched, she was able to see every defined muscle in his torso, every curve and grind stereotypical of a hockey player. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, but he was toned. Lusine knew she was biased, but she honestly thought he was one of the most beautiful people alive. He was perfect in every way to her, not least because of his near-perfect body. Unlike hers, it didn’t have scars all over it; it didn’t have memories of near-tragedies that would be there forever. She could only imagine what he thought when he looked at her body and saw her scars. How could he even be here right now, on top of her on a bed?

“Lusine—”

—A part of her wondered if he was holding back. If he was ready to vomit, especially when he saw the scar that curved from her chest and all the way to her back—

“—Lusine—”

—She knew she would. They were hideous. What could he see in her?—

“—Lusine,” Rasmus’s voice finally snapped her out of her thoughts. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she lied, lied through her damn teeth. “Are you ready?”

“Are you?”

She nodded. “Of course I am,” she spread her legs wide for him, putting her hands on his chest.

“I’ll go slow,” he said, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. “You need to tell me if it gets uncomfortable, okay? Or if it hurts. So I can stop.”

“Okay, I will.” He already wanted to back out. It was so clear. He took one look at her scars and said NOPE! But she didn’t blame him. They were hideous – as hideous as any scar could be – and they weren’t exactly an aphrodisiac.

She felt him push inside of her slowly, and right off the bat, she felt pain. She wasn’t an idiot – she knew the first time was always painful – but this was especially so. She felt horrible that it did, because it was all her fault. She couldn’t get out of her own head. “Does it hurt?” he breathed out.

“Yeah, but that’s to be expected, right?” she said quickly, trying to dodge all the thoughts in her mind. “Keep going.” She could feel Rasmus push in slightly more, and more pain jolting throughout her body. She didn’t want it to be this painful. Nobody wanted it to be this painful. But her thoughts and her body were so disconnected right now that she knew why it was painful in the first place. In her mind and thoughts being so disconnected, she didn’t even realize that tears started forming in her eyes and her body had winced at the push.

“Lusine—Lusine—” Rasmus’s voice was distant, even though he was so close. “Lusine, talk to me.”

“Keep going.”

“Lusine—no—if it hurts, I—are you crying?”

She tried to stop them from escaping. She really did. “No no. It’s okay. Keep going,” she urged, even going so far as to angle her hips up slightly so he’d go further into her, but it only resulted in more pain and more tears.

“No, Lusine—”

“It—it—it—” she stuttered out. “It hurts—”

“—Lusine, I’m gonna stop—”

“—No no please, keep goi—no—”

“—Lusine, I don’t want to hurt you—”

She couldn’t do this. It hurt so bad. And it was all because of her. She pushed his body off of her, despite her eyes being fogged with tears, and darted out of bed to run to the bathroom. She could hear Rasmus call out her name desperately, his loud footsteps following her to the bathroom, but she slammed the door and locked it before he had a chance to reach her.

“Lusine! Lusine!” Rasmus called out desperately, shaking the handle of the bathroom door and knocking frantically. “Lusine open up! Please open up!”

“Go! Just go!” she yelled back, making no effort to open the door for him.

“I’m not going anywhere. Please come out. We need to tal—”

“Go home!” she yelled louder. He could tell she was in the middle of sobbing by the sound of her voice and how shrill it was. He leaned his forehead against the door, trying to catch his breath and shaking his head to himself. “Please just go home, Rasmus.”

Rasmus knew he wasn’t going to go anywhere, regardless of how long it took her to go to the washroom. He would wait the entire night if he had to. But he also realized he was still naked and the condom was still on, despite what had happened. Quietly, he tiptoed back to her room and disposed of the condom before grabbing his boxers and at least putting those on. He went back into the hallway, outside the fortress wall of the washroom, sat outside of it, and waited.

He’d waited for at least an hour. Near the beginning, he could hear her sniffling and crying. His heart broke into a thousand pieces, knowing that she was just on the other side of the door and there was no way he could console her. He could hear her whimpers afterwards and it broke his heart even more, knowing that he’d caused her pain. He’d tried to be slow, nice, and considerate – it was her first time after all – but something just wasn’t right. He didn’t know if it was with him or her – likely him, if he was being honest – and he felt like beating himself up over it. Lusine was perfect in every way, and he couldn’t live with the fact that he’d caused her so much pain.

For the last half an hour of her being in the washroom, it was silent – completely silent. Rasmus’s mind went wild with what she could be doing or thinking in there. But then, like a stroke of magic, he heard the door unlock, and the handle turn. He looked up.

Rasmus’s eyes met Lusine’s. He looked like a lost puppy sitting on the floor waiting for her to emerge. The first thing he noticed was how red and puffy her eyes were – the crying really did a number on her. But despite that, she was still beautiful. She always was to him. It didn’t matter how she presented herself, what she wore, what she looked like, how her hair was styled – she was always, always beautiful to him.

She was wearing a robe tied tightly against her body. She looked genuine shocked to see him on the floor in his boxers. “You stayed?” she asked.

“Of course I stayed,” he said. As if there was another option. He got up from the floor in one swift movement, despite his knee injury. “Lusine, what happened?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

She shook her head. She thought she was done crying, but she apparently wasn’t. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, fresh tears rolling down her face.

“Shhhhhh,” he cooed as she lay her head against his chest. “You don’t need to apologize. I just want to know what’s going on.”

“I thought I was ready,” she said against his chest. There was really no other way to put it. “But I wasn’t. I wasn’t, because…” she paused.

“Because why?”

Lusine removed her head from his chest and looked him in the eye. He deserved to be looked at when she was being so totally raw and honest with him. She didn’t want to chicken out, no matter how hard she was crying or how it sounded. “Because I thought you’d see my scars and think I was vile.”

If his heart had shattered into a thousand pieces hearing her cry in the bathroom, then right now his heart shattered into a million pieces now. “Oh, Lusine,” he cooed, bringing her back against his body and hugging her tightly. She was so desperate to be as close as she could be to him, despite what had just happened, that she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and jumped into his arms. He caught her effortlessly as she wrapped her legs around his body, and he ended up carrying her back to her bedroom where he sat on the bed with her body still wrapped around hers. “Lilla fågel, that’s not even near the truth and you know it. I would never—I could never.”

At the sound of her nickname escaping his lips, Lusine breathed in and out heavily, calming herself. She pulled away slightly so she could look him in the eye. “It’s so hard,” she whispered. “I want to believe you. And I do. It’s just so hard, because this is the first time all of this has happened to me.”

Rasmus knew what he had to say next. He knew they needed to get everything out of the way before they could move forward with anything. “You have to show them to me so we can get these thoughts out of your head.”

Lusine knew what she had to do next. She knew they needed to get everything out of the way before they could move forward with anything.

She moved to stand in front of Rasmus and loosen the tie of her robe. When it was undone, the robe dropped to the ground, and she stood in front of him completely naked. He could see now, finally, all the scars that she was so worried about. He saw the scar on her clavicle, light pink and as long as the bone was. He saw the big scar – the one she was most nervous about – starting in the centre of her chest and running down below her breasts before cutting across her ribs and around to her back, long and continuous and pinkish-white in colour. When she turned around, he saw a long scar along the top half of her spine – no doubt where she got the spinal fusion surgery.

When she turned back around to face him, Rasmus pulled her in close. He wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her. In the face of such stunning vulnerability, she was the most beautiful person alive, and in that room, Rasmus made a pact with himself that she’d know it for the rest of her life because he’d show it to her.

“Is it ugly?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” Rasmus said without hesitation, knowing exactly what she was talking about. Is it ugly. Is it ugly? Not ‘Are they ugly?’. It. Singular. Her body. She was talking about her body. “Not at all.”

“You don’t have to lie. It looks like I’ve been carved up.”

“I’m not lying,” he said again, just as quickly as last time, taking her hand and pulling her into him so their bodies could be touching again. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Lusine. You’re more than what you look like.”

She took a deep breath so she wouldn’t cry again, and surprisingly, she succeeded. She was probably all out of tears. “I’m sorry for what happened,” she whispered.

“Don’t apologize.”

“I want you to stay with me. Will you stay?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Lusine kissed him quickly. “Will you hold me?”

Rasmus nodded. He watched as Lusine moved quickly to put on underwear before slipping into her bed with him. He automatically wrapped his arms around her and snuggled into her like his life depended on it. More and more these days, his life was dependant on it. Bodies intertwined in bed, boobs pressed against his chest, legs intertwined, Lusine looked deep into Rasmus’s eyes. “You’re the only guy I’ve ever showed willingly.”

“Then it was an honour,” he kissed the tip of her nose.

Lusine could fall asleep like this every night. Every single inch of her wanted to. “There’s something about you, Rasmus. I don’t know what it is, but you’re magic.”

“You’re the magic one, lilla fågel.”

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Candy Hearts

A Deleted Scene from the Book Club-Verse

Pairing: Eddie (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) x F!Reader

Warnings: None. 

Word Count: 586

Author’s Note: Yes, I know it’s July. I started this back in February, but I gave up on it when I didn’t finish in time for Valentine’s Day. I felt inspired to write for Eddie again, so I decided I would go ahead and put this out there as a little bonus content for Book Club. ​

Summary: Eddie finally finds the perfect gift. 

Other Installments to this Series: Book Club - Kindred Spirits – More to Life Than Austen – The Vampyre

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Eddie had never had a Valentine before. 

Sure, there was the obligatory exchange of Valentines in elementary school, but this, standing in the twenty-four hour drugstore staring at heart-shaped boxes of chocolates and teddy bears and sappy greeting cards, felt different. Overwhelming. Nerve-racking. 

Would you even like any of this stuff? 

He stood in front of the chocolates, scanning over each of the decorated boxes. There must have been a hundred different kinds here. Filled, unfilled, peanut, almond, toffee, caramel, mint, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate. He’d never actually shared a meal with you before, for obvious reasons. What if you had some kind of allergy he didn’t know about?

It was probably best to take chocolates off of the table, just in case. 

He considered the array of stuffed animals. They were cute and cuddly, but what message did it send if he gave you one of the little bears clutching a love heart between its paws? Would you place it amongst your pillows and think of him before you slept? Or would it sit forgotten on a shelf somewhere? Both possibilities made his stomach twist with nerves for very opposite reasons. The bear was too much pressure, he decided. 

A card, then. 

Were there cards meant to be exchanged between... Well, whatever the two of you were to each other? Had Hallmark discovered the perfect words to say “you’re my best friend, and I think I’m falling in love with you, but I’m afraid of pushing too hard and ruining what we have”, and could they sell them for only $2.98?

And then, in the midst of his agonizing, he sees them. Tucked away on an end-cap, the cast-offs of the commercialized Valentine’s world. A display of pocket-sized cardboard boxes, the picture of pastel pink simplicity. 

The advertisement proudly proclaimed, “If you’re at a loss for words, say it with Brach’s Hearts.”

Eddie picked up one of the boxes, inspecting it closely. The multicolored candies were printed with short, simple phrases like “Be Mine”, “Love You”, and “Kiss Me”. Each heart proudly displayed a thought that had crossed Eddie’s mind when it came to you, a box full of all the things he’s never had the courage to say aloud.

They’re understated little things, far from the flashiest gifts in the store. He remembers their chalky taste, and can smell their overly sweet aroma even without opening the box. He used to love these things as a kid, back when anything with sugar was the key to instant happiness. They were perfect. 

It wasn’t epic romance or beautiful poetry, but it was a sweet, genuine gesture. Classic, if not a bit cheesy. 

Simple. Real. From the heart.

Eddie understood the immortal words of Austen better now than he ever had. 

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”

There was so much he wanted to say, so many feelings bottled up inside just dying to be let out. He just didn’t know how. He didn’t have the perfect, long-winded declaration of his undying affections prepared for you just yet. He couldn’t pour out his soul to you like the great romantic heroes in your books. 

But underneath those eloquent words, all confessions of love held the same basic sentiments:

Be mine. 

I love you. 

Kiss me. 

Maybe Eddie didn’t have all the right words for you yet, but as he looked down at the little box of colorful candy hearts, he knew exactly where to start.

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ETNB Character Intros:

Rebekah and Blake

Rebekah (L)

“Rebekah Lancastor. How could anyone describe her? She’s a firecracker at a stop light. A dare creeping from parted lips in the midnight hours. A heart attack in red lipstick. She holds all of my deepest respects and more.”

Status: Supporting Character. Best friend of Constantine and Blake. 19 years.

Traits: Cunning. Sly. Confident. Mischievous. Sometimes condescending. Knows how to seduce. Die hard loyal. Loving and caring. Private yet warm. Nostalgic. A quick learner. Can be crude or petty when angered.

Magik: Cryokinesis, creation and manipulation of ice and snow.

Fun Fact: Rebekah is obsessed with collecting daggers. She already has a large collection, but it’s always growing. She’s also an influencer, making beauty and lifestyle videos on her channel.

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Blake (R)

“Blake Valentine, on the contrary, reminds me of the whiskey in an old man’s glass on a hot summer’s day. He’s a lit cigarette and the laughter of a good time.”

Status: Supporting Character. Best friend of Rebekah and Constantine. 21 years.

Traits: Warm, goofy, loyal, romantic yet a player. Charming, charismatic, reliable, fun to be with. Calm, agreeable, goes with the flow of things. A private extrovert. Very caring, low key a people pleaser. Energetic and always down for a good time.

Magik: Pyrokinesis, creation and manipulation of fire.

Fun Fact: Blake got a job at a local catering company as a teen, and he’s been there ever since. It started off as just something to get by, but once he got promoted to chef after graduating high school, he actually grew to love cooking and food prep. He’s gotten quite good at it. Though he’d never admit it, it’s a passion of his now. Because of this, he’s the one who does most of the cooking at home.

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Obligatory all pictures used in the moodboards aren’t mine, they’re from Pinterest. I own nothing aside from the collage I’ve edited.

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it’s the thought that counts, tendō satori

1.6k words of fluff; gn!reader

synopsis: tendō doesn’t understand the excitement surrounding valentine’s day until he decides to celebrate it with you.

notes: i haven’t finished the manga but i’m making timeskip content :D thank u rissie (@sugas-cookie) for beta-ing mwah <3

Tendō’s come to learn that Valentine’s day brings waves of purchases made by eager youth preparing to confess their affections, frantic lovers who’d completely forgotten about the occasion, and other last-minute shoppers looking for gifts to give their loved ones. This year is no different; the orders pile up so quickly he can barely keep up with them.

He’s not complaining—not when his bills are getting paid—he just doesn’t understand why everyone lets themselves get carried away by the Valentine rush. At the root of it all, it’s blatant commercialism, another scheme by society to run your bank account dry through obligatory benevolence, so why play into it? Well, as long as it keeps him in business, he supposes he’ll keep his critiques to himself.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little cynical?” you say when he shares his thoughts, the gentle smile on your lips showing you mean no harm. “I think the idea behind Valentine’s day is charming.”

He brushes his thumb over your cheek, humming in response. “Why’s that?”

“Isn’t it sweet when someone puts time and effort into something just for you?” you gush. Tendō watches your gaze turn dreamy as your mind wanders off into the clouds. “Like making chocolates for the person you like.”

“That’s what I do for a living, darling.”

“You like all of your customers?”

“Of course; they give me money, after all.”

You laugh, swatting his arm lightly. “I guess it’s hard to romanticize something you do as work.”

You’re not wrong. At some point, it’s expected for your job to lose its magic, no matter how passionate you are about it in the beginning. Chocolate has long lost its allure to Tendō, and now he spends day in and day out pouring it into molds and hurrying to shape it before it hardens beyond salvation. It’s become a chore for him, and even just catching a whiff of a candy bar sends his brain into the stress of work mode.

“What do you think about when you make chocolate, Satori?” you ask, interrupting his thoughts.

“What an odd question,” he remarks, clicking his tongue like a fussy mother hen. “I think about what I have to do to make it look presentable, of course. And then I count down the minutes until I come home to you.” He beams, proud of his response.

But pride turns to dismay when he catches a glint of disappointment in your eyes. His expression falls as he pulls you closer. “What’s the matter?”

You shake your head. “Nothing, nothing. Would you ever make me Valentine’s day chocolates?”

He tilts his head in surprise, then kisses your forehead. “I’d make you chocolate any day; all you have to do is ask.”

You seem to drop the matter, although he swears you sigh, “It’s not the same.”

He spends the next couple of days convincing himself he’d only imagined it, but something about your tone and attitude makes it stick in his brain. Whether you’d said it or not, there was clearly something behind your first question.

He asks you about it over dinner: “Is there a reason you want Valentine-themed chocolates in particular?”

“You’ve been thinking about that?” You laugh a little, surprised. “It’s not the Valentine theme I want; just the knowledge that you’re thinking of me on that day.”

He pesters you to elaborate—he’s always thinking of you, don’t you know that?—but you dodge his questions, leaving him in the dark once more.

Since you won’t give him any answers, he’ll just look for them on his own.

He texts Ushijima that night: “Why do you buy chocolate for the one you love?”

“Because they like it,” comes the reply. It’s simple, straightforward, but it’s not what he’s looking for.

He texts Semi the same question. The response is the length of a school essay, explaining the motivations of love in depths only a poet could reach, but it’s still not enough.

At work, your question echoes in his mind: What do you think about when you make chocolate, Satori?

What was he supposed to think about aside from the process? His customers?

He looks again at the order he’s making. It’s one he expects every year—it comes a week before Valentine’s, by a man whose wife adores chocolate covered strawberries. Tendō remembers it not only because of its consistency, but also because it’s always preceded by an order by the aforementioned wife, who asks for milk chocolate filled with raspberry créme that her husband is so fond of.

He wonders why they order the same thing at the same time every year. There’s no surprise in it, so what’s the point? Had he been in the husband’s place and you in the wife’s, he’d make sure to buy you something different every year, each present more extravagant than the last. He’d make sure that you’d always have something to look forward to in your married life.

A cheery little tune takes form beneath his breath as he pictures a life with you: silver bands around your fingers, lazy mornings on your days off, walks along the Seine.

He sweeps the excess chocolate off the molds in one clean stroke, sighing dreamily. You would buy a bigger, better apartment once you’d saved up enough, or even move to a quiet little cottage in the countryside.

His thoughts wander through the clouds as he mindlessly flits from one project to the next, forgetting to count the hours until his duty for today is through.

Lately, some of Tendō’s usual customers have been dropping by to say the same thing: there’s something different about his work these days. It’s not negative; on the contrary, actually, the quality’s spiked. But he can’t figure out what he’s been doing differently for the life of him.

It weighs on his mind from the time he clocks in to when he clocks out. He’s been using the same ingredients, the same equipment, so what was it?

His answer arrives in the form of the Chocolate Strawberry man, on the very eve of Valentine’s.

The man enthusiastically shakes Satori’s hand and thanks Him for his work, his hands warm and clammy from excitement despite the biting Parisian air.

“My wife would have liked to come along as well, but she’s preoccupied with the baby,” the man explains. “She wants you to know how much she enjoys your work, though. We look forward to it every year.”

“Then why not buy it off-season, when it’s cheaper?” Tendō asks. The man looks surprised, prompting him to continue. “With all due respect, you order the same thing every year, anyway, so why wait?”

The man laughs at the sincere look of curiosity in the chocolatier’s eyes, patting him on the shoulder, like a father to his son. “Why wait until birthdays to buy a cake? Why wait until Christmas to exchange gifts and set up the tree? It’s old advice, but it’s good: it’s always the thought that counts.” With one last pat on the back and an affectionate chuckle, the man wishes Tendō a good night—“Enjoy tomorrow with your loved ones.”

The stores are packed with the usual extremely last minute rush on Valentine’s morning, and for the first time, Tendō Satori is part of that crowd.

His arms are filled with the goodies he’d woken up early to buy: heavily discounted candies in tacky packages, a cheesy card, a bouquet, an offensively pink stuffed bear, crumpled foil balloons. (He’d made chocolates for you too; those were waiting in the fridge at home.) If it was an authentic Valentine’s experience you wanted, he decided, then it was an authentic Valentine’s experience you’d get.

He’d sent you out to pick up a cake across the city just before he’d left that morning, so the apartment is still empty when he returns. He checks his watch—only half an hour at most until you’d come back. Setting the bear on the counter, he gives it a determined grin.

“Think I can set everything up in fifteen?”

He’s just barely managed tying the balloons closed when he hears the knob on the front door jiggle as you unlock it.

“I’m home!” Your shoes thud to the floor, joined by Tendō’s footsteps as he hurries to help you with the cake. You thank him when he takes it out of your hands and leads you to the dining table while you chatter away. “Boy, did you see how many people are out there? It’s like all of Paris decided to run their errands this morning. It’s a miracle I got the cake here in one piece—what’s all this?”

Tendō grins, proudly motioning to his handiwork. The bouquet sits in the center of the table, surrounded by neatly arranged dishes of your favorite foods. The plush bear sits at the head, the card and candies tucked into its paws. Balloons reading “Happy Valentine’s” are tied to your chairs, gently swaying to and fro in greeting.

“Do you like it?” he asks. “I figured you wanted to do something for Valentine’s, but all the restaurants are booked so I had to improvise—”

You cut him off with a kiss, and another, then another. “I love it! I love you and I love”—you wave at the room—“all of this.” Another kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for thinking of me, Satori.”

He laughs as you hug him, squeezing as tight as you can. He thinks back to the strawberry man’s remark, “It’s the thought that counts.” And maybe, just a little, he’s starting to understand that there’s more to Valentine’s than business.

As you prepare the cake and gush over the bear, he pats the pocket of his jacket. The pretty little velvet box would have to wait until after lunch.

postscript: heyyy <3 i stopped writing for like three months srry LMAO but im back in business baby !! if i try hard enough and school stops kicking my ass maybe i’ll start posting twice a month ahaha ... unless?

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Reaction to getting foot massage from Reader nsfw

Reacting to the Reader who accidentally ate shroom while preparing for Halloween special dinner

Reaction to Reader who is being bullied because her tears turn into pearls

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Reaction to their partner, Reader, becoming affectionate near Valentine's Day

Regular outfit imagines

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Azul Ashengrotto

Reader waking him up with a surprise nsfw

Reader accidentally kissing him

Reader buying deep fryer for his birthday

Reader is turned into a baby and he sings lullaby to make her sleep

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He carries Reader bridal style

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Tucking Reader’s hair behind her ear

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He and Reader going windsurfing

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Going to haunted house together with Reader

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Dating the Reader who likes holding his head and smothering him with kisses

Waking up up to their partner, Reader, on January 1st

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