#almost valentines... wish it were Halloween

[vanalex]

Valentine's would be better if it were Halloween instead ❤️🖤❤️

[tonkatsubowl]

flowers for you, my love.

wriothesley x fem!reader

✦ modern au.

⚠️mentions of violence & strong language. dark themes. kidnapping. stalking.

you've always admired wriothesley in the distance, and now... he's protecting you from the dangers of the world.

you own a small business.

well, it wasn't yours to begin with. it was your grandmother's.

your grandmother owned a local flower shop right next to a café, and you were well known within this small town for providing the best, high quality plants. you often sold out during holidays, especially valentine's day... but with the fall season coming up, you were quite busy preparing for halloween.

you were getting ready to sell pumpkins and just preparing the festive season for your customers... especially your regulars, too.

you fancied a regular named wriothesley, whom you call "rio" for short. how you both met was quite a wonder, really.

from down the street of your flower shop, there is a local gym. in order to get home, you take a short cut past the gym to reach to your apartments. during your closing period, you'd leave, and you'd always spot the same man who can be seen using the punching bag as a practice for his boxing skills. you would stop, stare from the large windows, before leaving quickly to remain unnoticed. shortly enough, you had a small crush on him despite not really speaking to him at all... until one day, he came to your flower shop looking for some flowers to decorate his home for the season. he was never really the type to decorate his home with flowers, but with the amount of stray cats that he was attracting... he really wanted to have them visit more and use the flowers outside his home as an attraction and toy for them.

ever since you both had met, wriothesley frequents your shop. he either comes to say hello, to buy flowers, but sometimes he doesn't show up at all. but you see him at the gym all the time, boxing and lifting weights. you admired how much he would sweat, how strong he was, how beautiful he looked...

...that was when you sighed dreamily to yourself, then you'd snap back to reality. right, what were you thinking right now? you were in the middle of closing up the shop. you were in your head again, thinking too much about wriothesley. you wish you had his number so you can speak to him more, but granted, you were a little shy.

flipping your sign to "closed", you adjust your bag before walking down the street again, taking your typical route home. you past the restaurant, the café, and finally... the gym.

your eyes wander towards the window, spotting the familiar man you admired in the distance, deadlifting what appeared to be about six-hundred pounds. he was absolutely strong, and god, you admired him for it...

...but he does sweat a lot, doesn't he?

around this time at the gym, there wasn't really anyone around but him. you look around, digging your hands into your bag before approaching the window, knocking onto it as an attempt to catch his attention... which was a success.

wriothesley looks over, blinking before smiling, waving at you. picking up his phone from the floor, he wanders towards you, motioning you to come inside through the window. you nod, making your way inside.

"hey, y/n." wriothesley said, smiling faintly at you. "closed up your shop for tonight?"

you nodded, returning the faint smile. "yeah. i come by through here every night since it's the route i take home."

wriothesley blinked. "...huh. by yourself? isn't that a little dangerous?" he tilted his head, furrowing his brows a bit at you.

"not really!" you shake your head. he wasn't wrong... it was entirely dangerous to walk around as a woman alone, especially last sunset. but you were accustomed to the town's safety, "i've been living here for almost my entire life, so i'll be okay."

wriothesley pursed his lips, his shoulders slumping. "i don't believe that."

that was when you can read the soft worried expression painting across his features. you felt a little bad, but you didn't want him to worry about you... especially when the both of you didn't exactly know each other too well. so, to soothe him, you lift the handkerchief that you had hidden in your bag, before gently wiping the sweat away from his forehead... and his jawline.

he blinked, his worried expression seizing entirely, though he was still worried about you. "you don't gotta..." he began, but he fell silent immediately. "...thanks." he enjoyed it.

being this close... you could see every feature of his body. his protruding veins at his biceps, the well sculpt figure he bestowed. the faint scars found across his body and arms... and you were probably caught staring at wriothesley a bit too long... so you look away, shoving the fabric back into your bag.

"s-sorry."

wriothesley chuckled, shaking his head. "don't be. i appreciate the effort." he said, before placing a hand into his pocket.

"..say. if you're on your way back, i want you to text me to make sure i know you got home safe."

you blinked, looking back towards wriothesley, watching as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. "ah? w-wait, you don't need—" oh, this was a good opportunity to get his number though...but maybe it was just he cared about your safety.

you internally sigh with your anxious thoughts, taking his phone before inputting your contact information and sending yourself a text. wriothesley smiled, "appreciate it. now, it's getting dark. and i got a few sets to finish up, then i have something to do later. text me when you're home, alright?"

you nodded slowly, watching as he turned his back towards you, returning to his workout. that was when you left, exiting the building of the gym...— "wait."

you stop, retracting your hand from pulling the doors of the exit, wriothesley's voice catching your attention.

"i'll walk you home instead, if that's alright with you."

you turn your head towards the man, seeing that he was putting o his shirt and he was picking up his gym bag and his shaker bottle. "i gotta get going soon, anyway. i didn't realize the time."

"a-ah, rio... you don't need to walk me home. really, i don't need you to be late to... wherever you need to be." you protest.

"nah," he shook his head, "it's fine. i'd rather you be safe first than me going somewhere without guaranteeing your safety."

you feel warmth creeping at your cheeks as you nod slowly, letting wriothesley move past you as he opened the door for you, "is that alright with you?"

you nodded, "ye-.. yes. i'm okay with that."

the two of you eventually left the gym together. the night was peaceful, the crickets were chirping, and the night sky was a splendid view to behold for all to see. each star greeted you both with its twinkle, almost distracting you from the current conversation you had with wriothesley.

"so," he began, "the flower shop. you own that?"

you nodded, "now i do. it was initially my grandmother's, actually. but when she passed, she gave it to me as a parting gift. now i run it."

"i see. sorry to hear about your grandmother." wriothesley said, glancing towards you. "i mean, do you enjoy having it? the shop, i mean."

"it's nice, i mean. i enjoy it, but i don't know if it's actually for me." you gave a sheepish smile. "the customers can be a little frustrating to deal with, but i'm there for the flowers."

wriothesley nod, he smiles at your direction. "i see. i always try to tell people that they should do what they enjoy. but follow your heart, you know?"

you nodded, stopping at the steps of your apartment. "well, here it is. home sweet home," you turn your head to wriothesley, "thank you for walking me home, rio. i appreciate it. i told you it wasn't a long walk."

wriothesley shook his head, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "hey, short walk or not, i just wanted to make sure you were safe. but uh, i'll see you later, alright? thank you for earlier, y/n. i gotta go now." with a small smile, the man lifts a hand to wave you goodbye before leaving.

watching as he left, you sigh, entering your apartment. you were safe and sound, finally home and welcoming the arms of your dog that was always so happy to see you.

... but you were completely oblivious to someone who was happy to see you too, stalking you from the shadows of the neighborhood.

and it wasn't your beloved wriothesley.

after taking a shower, you were getting ready to go to bed for the night. however, you couldn't stop thinking about wriothesley... so you decided to shoot him a text.

you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't respond back—he was probably asleep, or busy with whatever.

➽ y/n: hello! i just wanted to thank you for walking me home. i appreciate it.

➽ rio: no problem. go get some rest. glad you're safe and sound.

oh, he texted back rather fast. you wanted to text him more, but exhaustion was finally hitting you...

➽ y/n: you too! goodnight!

the next day, you woke up early to take your dog out, to prepare breakfast, and to practically get ready for the day. a part of you was expecting some sort of good morning text from wriothesley, but... you didn't get anything. maybe he gave you his contact information solely to make sure you were safe.

you were overthinking it, now. maybe he didn't find any interest in you. maybe you made him feel uncomfortable? no, no—stop overthinking it. you'll be fine. just... think about work, now. work. it's time to work.

...you had a big sale that was happening at your flower shop today, so you knew your shift would be extremely busy. so you had to slap the anxiety out of you. literally.

entering your shop, you began the day by watering your flowers and plants before proceeding to creating small bouquets. you always had fun making these bouquets, decorating each one with color schemes and other themes, and it was your favorite part of the day. it was even better whenever wriothesley came by to visit.

as though the devil himself was listening to your wishes, your phone buzzes, catching your attention while you were in the middle of work.

➽ rio: morning. just woke up. you alright?

ah, your heart was racing. you tried to contain your excitement as he texted you! so he wakes up later in the day? you weren't surprised...

➽ y/n: good morning. i'm okay. did you sleep well?

➽ rio: i'm glad you're okay. i slept well. are you at work?

➽ y/n: yeah it's a little busy atm

➽ rio: i see. i'll come by whenever i get the chance.

➽ y/n: okay! ( ; ω ; )

containing your excitement, you began to work as fast as possible and efficiently as possible to get ready for the rush. you wanted to see wriothesley, so you were basically playing the waiting game all day—despite working through the rush. luckily for you, the little special you had going on ended in the afternoon, so today you'd close your shop early.

eventually, because of the rush, you even forgot about wriothesley for a moment. you were helping many, many customers and getting ready to send out orders, and from the distance... your secret admirer was watching you, adoring the visual of flowers being taken care of by your hands, the smiles on customers' faces when they leave your shop with an abundance of flowers in their hands...

dang, you really did forget about wriothesley for a moment, but when he had shown up to your shop, it was definitely a huge reminder to yourself that he said he'd come by! when he had entered, he caught the eyes of the elderly women in your shop as he approached you. although you didn't notice him yet, you were occupied setting a flower into a small child's ear before sending them off to their parent, smiling as they jumped and skipped away with joy.

the scene itself sent flutters to his heart, chuckling as he watched the child skip away joyously. you nearly jump yourself when you hear wriothesley's voice behind you, "ah—" you turned, facing the men you caught feelings for.

"hey, sorry, y/n," wriothesley said with a sheepish smile, "i didn't mean to scare you. you seem busy though, i can come back later, and—"

"n-no!" you shake your head, "no, you can... stay." you felt a little awkward and shy, especially when you had risen your voice just a teeny tiny bit to disagree. "i-i mean. if you have somewhere to be, i won't stop you."

"i don't, which is why i came here... and to ask and see if you'd like to... uh," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, "...want me to treat you for lunch?"

you froze, staring at wriothesley for a brief moment... before you felt red creep towards your cheeks, smiling faintly. timidly, you tuck your hair behind your ear as you looked to the side, trying to hide your embarrassment to fixate on the flowers. "i... i would love to, rio. um, today? tomorrow...? when? what time?"

wriothesley's eyes soften, you could see his broad shoulders easing up, as though tense from the question he had asked you. "...today, after work. if that's okay with you. i saw your sign out there that you'd be closing the shop early or something, so i figured, maybe..."

"i don't mind at all," you shake your head, "i'd love to."

"alright, perfect. um, it's a date then." wriothesley nodded, flashing a faint smile at you.

ah... a date? you felt your heart flutter, you wanted to just faint right here and now. "alright! i'll see you later then."

wriothesley nodded, "good luck at work. i'll swing by to pick you up."

after wriothesley's visit, work went by surprisingly fast. you were expecting the day to be a little slower after the rush, especially when you kept looking at the clock. eventually when the last customer had left, you finally took the time to close up your shop, and eventually, you were waiting for wriothesley... who arrived rather quickly.

he was standing outside your shop, swiping through his phone. he hadn't notice you yet, but this gave you time to practically admire the man in all his glory. you could see his chiseled muscles, his jawline, how slick his hair was moved back... you can tell wriothesley took some time to get ready to look nice for you, although it wasn't much, you could see every detail of it. however, you were still wearing your cute little apron. and you smelled like flowers.

...you were sure he wouldn't mind you showing up to your date in this outfit, just being... yourself. he found out cute, truthfully. he didn't care about seeing you in a fancy dress or something wealthy to look nice. as long as you were there, being yourself, that's all that mattered to him.

"rio!" you called out to him as you approached him, holding something behind your back. yes, you had a gift for him. it was the norm for the man to give the woman a flower, but you really broke the norm and had a carnation for him. a white one, and it had reminded you of him.

wriothesley looked towards you, putting away his phone as he greeted you with a smile. "y/n." he says, his left hand also hiding behind his back. but you didn't seem to notice it, until the both of you extended your hidden hands towards each other, gifting each other a flower.

he gave you a rose, which was typical, and you... well, the carnation.

"i have this for you—"

"this is for you, rio—"

the both of you said in unison, before awkwardness silenced the both of you. then, the two of you would laugh together, exchanging the gifts you have for each other to their respective owners.

"great minds think alike, huh?" rio said with a slight grin. "i don't really know much about flowers, but... that's a nice looking flower you have there for me. what is it, a carnation?"

you blink, your eyes brightening as you gave wriothesley a smile. "yeah! a carnation, actually. it.. um," you glanced away, timid, "reminded me of you. so i..."

"huh," he chuckled, "i see! i'm glad. this rose reminded me of you, too. not thorny, but... beautiful to the eye."

that was when you felt like your whole world had been reincarnated to a land of fantasy. your heart had fluttered, your cheeks turned red, and this was practically confirmation—besides the fact you both were going on a date now.

"a-ah... stop it," you murmur, embarrassed, "i could say the same thing to you, you know. i mean... i... i took these carnations because i thought of you, too."

wriothesley smiled, giving you a soft chuckle. he seemed shy from that statement. taking offering to take your hand, he puts the carnation in the pocket of his shirt and the rose behind your ear (after trimming it). he then leads you to the café just down the street, where you were greeted with the sight of fresh delicacies and the delightful scent of coffee beans and bread.

it wasn't that long of a walk, and during the whole walk there, the two of you were holding hands, admiring the view of the town in silence. it wasn't awkward silence, either. it was comforting silence. stray kittens asleep near porches, children laughing as they chased each other down the road, elderly couples walking together... it was peaceful. and you enjoyed every bit of the town.

"welcome in!" you can hear the baristas greet you with joy, accompanied by the sound of glass clinking together. you and wriothesley take a seat at an empty table, looking down at a menu that listed many delicacies and various types of drinks.

you eyed at a white mocha latte, and given the weather, an iced one. "think i'll take a black coffee." you hear wriothesley say as he looks up at you, his hands digging into his pocket for his wallet, "you?"

"a white mocha latte... iced." you say, doing the same thing.

"ah, ah," he motioned towards you with a tune playing through his lips, denying your actions as he observed you, "date etiquette, miss y/n," a smile tugs at his lips, "the gentleman pays for the food."

"ah— no, let me! etiquette or not." you frown, furrowing your brows a bit.

but he was quick to get up with his wallet, approaching the baristas before ordering for you. with a defeated sigh, you watched him as he left your side momentarily, giving you a bit of time to admire the windowed view next to you.

the sky was beautiful, it was nice out. life was peaceful here in this small town, but... from the corner of your eye, you spot a hooded figure sitting on a bench, waiting for a bus to come. you can't help but seem to feel that the figure was looking at you for a bit, but you played it off, shaking your head. some people like to look just to look.

...but it was unnerving, now.

now the hooded figure was staring at you, and you could see the distraught eyes the man had. he seemed... so unkept. just when you were thinking you weren't being looked at, you were beginning to feel uncomfortable. eventually, your discomfort turned into safety when wriothesley returned to your side with the drinks.

"i'm back. sorry for the wait." wriothesley said, before immediately spotting the hint of discomfort on your face and your gaze that was directed out towards the window. he glanced back, not really seeing anything—considering the man in the hoodie was gone now.

"what is it? did you see something?" he asked, looking back at you.

you shake your head. "no, nothing. i just saw some weird man is all."

wriothesley canted his head, "people will always be weird in some aspects here. especially in the corner of the streets here... but, erm, here's your latte."

handing you your drink, he takes a sip of his black coffee as he sat back down, looking towards you with a very faint smile. you do the same, a smile tugging at your lips as you enjoyed the taste of the freshly brewed espresso and milk combined.

"this is really good," you murmur, taking another sip.

"i'm glad to hear that. the black coffee they got here is good, too. this is actually my first time being here, and i've been meaning to come here for a while."

"ah, really?" you blinked, tilting your head to the side. "me too, actually. even though it's down the street from where the flower shop, i'm surprised that i haven't gotten the chance to actually visit it."

wriothesley chuckled. "well, here we are."

"yeah! i'm glad you enjoy it so far." you beam.

"the date? i am." wriothesley takes another sip. "are you?"

"yeah! i really am enjoying myself so for. but, um..." your fingers tap against the glass. "your... um... right. we should get to know each other..."

setting down his mug, he folds his arms over his chest, leaning back against the seat. "how about twenty one questions?"

"ah, twenty one questions?" you blink. "just ask each other questions?"

he nodded, "yep. i can start off, if you'd like."

"yeah, i wouldn't mind that." you nod slowly, taking one last sip of the white mocha.

"so," wriothesley began, "do you always see me working out?"

oh, he really did catch you there. red handed, even. you furiously turn red, covering your face with both hands. "i—" you stammered. "i-i mean... you always... i... i take the same route home! so i happen to watch you sometimes..."

there was a sly grin on wriothesley's face as he chuckled. "ah, you know, i guess i can admit to the same thing. before you and i actually met and exchanged names, i'd always admire you working and watering the flowers while i'm on my way to the gym. it was love at first sight, so... i was a little shy, yeah, i know, to approach you."

ah, you felt your body relax a bit. yeah, you definitely felt the same, but you had no idea that wriothesley was actually admiring you from the distance! you had a smile on your face as you basically had confirmation the two of you were on the same boat. "ah... well, me too, though. i'm just glad i, um, thought my reasonings of seeing you would be discomforting to you or... well, weird."

wriothesley shook his head, "naw. i think you're totally fine." oh, he certainly meant that you were absolutely fine, too.

"so," he spoke, his eyes brightening, his eyes glancing to the time on his phone for a moment, "there's a perfect view of the lake right down at the park down the street. especially around this time. you can see the line of the milky-way, despite the light pollution and all... would you like to come and check it out with me? after i get done with the gym, i always visit the lake."

you immediately stand, taking your bag with a bright look, "yes! i'd love to see that with you. i have never really seen that side of the lake before, given i only really... well, go to work and go straight home, but... i'd love to."

wriothesley grinned, taking your hand gently. "alright. let's go, then."

as the two of you left, your eyes linger towards the left side of the street... wondering if that hooded man was there at all. but he wasn't, to your relief. now, you would be able to focus on the date and wriothesley until the date ends!

...what you didn't realize he was on the other end of the street, still watching you.

"ah, home sweet home," wriothesley said as he brought you to the foot of your door, smiling. "i really had fun today, y/n. i hope you did, too." wriothesley was already occupied on one knee, greeting your dog that joyously came running over to say welcome home to you. now, it was excited to see your date, wagging its tail and all slobbery.

you stood inside after opening the door, giggling as you watched your dog greet the both of you with excitement. "ah, i really did! did you... um... want to schedule another date? i-its okay if you don't want to, i-i mean i understa—"

"hey."

you stop, your eyes peeled towards the taller man as he placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "of course. don't get all self-deprecating, now. i'd love to go on another date with you. how about..." he paused. "...tomorrow? or just... whenever you're free."

you felt warmth creep towards your cheeks as you felt his hand on your shoulder. you nod slowly, admiring the closer details of his forearm, seeing the faint scars and protruding veins of his chiseled muscles... god, you could just melt right here and now.

"i would love to! tomorrow is actually my day off, so...! you had that time perfectly, actually." you smile.

wriothesley chuckled, "alright, cool. i'll see you tomorrow then."

"a-ah, wait... text me when you get home, please, rio!"

wriothesley chuckles, "i will, y/n."

although he was more than capable of handling himself, you worried about his safety too.

if anything, you should be worried about yours right now, since wriothesley isn't at your apartment anymore.

when night fell, you had already showered and began to cook dinner for yourself. you had already received a text from your date that he was home, immediately easing you of your anxieties and thoughts. your dog was cozied up on your couch as you were quietly listening to music. you eventually finished making dinner, then you would eat... then you would get ready for bed after spending some time on your phone and whatnot.

you eventually lay back down on the softness of your mattress and cushions, closing your eyes... but the moment you had tried to fall asleep, you felt... tense. anxious. something was wrong. and you had felt like you were being watched.

your dog was asleep, seemingly unalert by your surroundings... but for your comfort, you call out to your dog, who came trotting by your side. it would rest on the ground, its ears suddenly perked as it stared out your window. you freeze, watching the body language of your dog. reading it, observing it...

your instincts weren't wrong. especially when you heard footsteps going around your building a bit, especially at this time of night.

you then text wriothesley, your fingers shaking a bit.

➽ y/n: was that you?

you didn't get a response immediately, but you remained on the bed... still frozen. that was when you mustered up the courage to get up slowly, peeking through the blindfolds of your window. you were silent, and all rooms were dark. you knew your apartment was locked and tightly secured, and your dog would alert you of any intruder. but you were still terrified.

something was wrong.

and it didn't help that you saw a figure, a man wearing a hoodie, hood up and everything, surveying your building. the same one that you saw on the date with wriothesley today... did he follow you home?

you text wriothesley again. he might be asleep. maybe it's better to call him.

➽ y/n: rio??

➽ y/n: is that you outside?

➽ y/n: if it's you, you're scaring me

then you tried to call him, but to no avail. everything was going straight to voicemail. he was most likely asleep at this time, or is incredibly busy... but you breathed, trying to calm yourself.

calm, girl. calm.

maybe this guy was just... y'know. a weird neighbor. don't overthink it, but you also didn't want to actually be wrong.

taking you and your dog to your kitchen, you retrieve your kitchen knife before returning back to bed, locking your bedroom door and hiding the knife within the cabinet of your nightstand. you were unable to sleep that night, considering you stayed up all night, trying to get your thoughts together, trying to ease yourself of your anxiety.

but when you had gotten a text, you scramble to your phone, assuming it was wriothesley but...

this message is from an unsaved contact number. please block to avoid unwanted messages.

➽ unknown: you're cute. ever since you sold flowers to me that day, i fell in love with you.

➽ unknown: do you have a boyfriend? was that man with you your boyfriend earlier? i could do better than him.

➽ unknown: disregard that last message. you're mine.

you were frozen, time and space around you didn't budge, either. did you obtain... a stalker of some sort? you stared at your phone screen, unsure what was actually going on.

but you immediately alerted the police by dialing the emergency button, and it wasn't long until the cops had arrived. you escape the comfort of your home, speaking to the officers who arrived at the scene. they investigate and they looked around, to no avail. they approached you after, telling you that if you noticed any more suspicious activity, they'd be here immediately. but of course, the policemen didn't do anything until your stalker was actually there, leaving you to go back home.

the next morning, you barely had any hours of sleep, keeping your eyes wide awake and dozing off a few times due to your immense anxiety. even before the bird was awake enough to catch its worm, you decided to take you and your dog to the café to avoid your home for a while. you ordered your white mocha, sitting in silence. you cautiously looked around to see if you noticed anyone out of place, but... you didn't. at least not yet.

wriothesley hadn't answered his phone either, so you were hoping nothing had truly happened to him and he was just dead asleep or something. you sigh, not even wanting to send another text to wriothesley. if he wasn't answering, then... he wasn't answering. that was it.

after drinking your white mocha, you decided to go back home with your dog. you just decided to cancel the date for the sake of your mentality and your health.

you walked down the street with your dog, and you finally reached home. letting your dog enter first, you let go of the leash, reaching into your phone as your dog wandered off to the other room...

...but before you could send a text to wriothesley that you wanted to cancel it, you felt a hand over your mouth. your dog immediately realized what had happened, and ran towards you while barking aggressively. but your kidnapper was faster, slamming the door shut and dragging you away after drugging you through the infamous scent of chloroform on a piece of fabric. your body was limp, and your phone fell out of your hands. through the blur of your vision as you faded away, you see a text from wriothesley...

➽ rio: ??? y/n?

➽ rio: hey why aren't you answering?

➽ rio: i just woke up, my ringer was off. fuck

➽ rio: hey, where are you???? answer me now

➽ rio: i'm coming to your place right now

but, you were unable to respond, as you felt your consciousness slip away from you, succeeding in a kidnapping.

it wasn't long when wriothesley had arrived at your apartment. the first thing he saw was your phone that was dropped right in front of the door, and the aggressive barking that was taking place behind the door. he picks up your phone, and to his surprise, he finds another set of numbers that was texting you... he reads the stalker's messages, feeling rage and worry rush through his veins. were you kidnapped? were you hurt? he could see you had contacted the police too from your contact history...

god, now he was even more worried.

wriothesley opened the door of your apartment, even feeling worse when he realized your home was unlocked. greeted by your dog, he wanders in, trying to find anything... any trace of you. "y/n?" he calls out to your name before cursing underneath his breath. looking to your dog, he places your phone at its muzzle, encouraging it to try to find you through your scent.

your dog, to his surprise, begins to paw at the door. it seemed like it wanted to leave, and it had wanted him to follow. picking up the leash that slipped out of your hand earlier, he latches it to the collar of your dog before following your dog out—not until he had to lock your apartment, just in case.

your dog basically dragged and lead wriothesley to the quiet areas of the town, and it wasn't long until he had stopped in front of an old, worn out apartment complex. it was a few minutes away from where you had lived, and... given that your dog lead wriothesley to this place, he could assume you had been most likely kidnapped.

your dog even lead him to a door on the second floor building, sniffing at the door, wagging its tail. wriothesley felt himself getting more angry by the second. he faulted himself—and if he had his ringer on, he would have been awake and you'd be in much more safer hands than you are now.

"hey, open up!" wriothesley banged on the door with his fists, expecting some sort of response... but to no avail. "i said open up! i know you're in there, asshole!"

he banged his fists on the door again, but again, no response. but he wouldn't doubt the senses of your dog.

gritting his teeth, he hurled his leg back before ramming his foot onto the side of the knob. one fell swoop, and he had already knocked the door down. there, he saw you, unconscious on the floor with a fabric over your mouth. and the kidnapper was nowhere to be seen, but you were at least there.

from where wriothesley was standing, he could see you were still breathing... which was the biggest relief to him. but the bigger question for him was where was the man who laid his hands on you?

immediately rushing to your side, he was ready to scoop you into his arms... but that was when he was initiated onto a fight by your kidnapper. "you fucking—*

wriothesley avoided a hook to the head from behind, given he has experienced and history of being a fighter, this wasn't the first time he was in hand to hand combat.

the kidnapper, however, was not well experienced enough in fighting... thus became nothing but a pure punching bag for wriothesley. he was given blows to the face, over and over, blood and punishment filled the room as he practically learned his lesson of "fuck around and find out", but with the wrong woman and her significant other.

soon eventually, wriothesley had won the fight, where he immediately called law enforcement and pulled you into his arms. you were safely escorted to the hospital, and the police had taken your phone as evidence due to the text messages, and had arrested your kidnapper.

luckily enough, you were resting peacefully, making a full recovery. you weren't hurt, and luckily nothing bad had truly happened to you... otherwise wriothesley would have murder on his record.

you were in the hospital bed, deep asleep, and next to you was wriothesley who never left your side. he had answered questions to law enforcement, provided information to the nurses like your birthday and what had happened... but luckily, you had woken up later on that day. from there, you had provided information to wriothesley, letting him know what happened and such... but terribly so, he felt incredibly bad.

you shake your head, placing a hand on his arm, "no, no. don't blame yourself. really. please don't, rio."

wriothesley gritted his teeth, but he had calmed down when you had touched his arm. he sighed, taking your hand into his own. "...fuck. this is just... ugh."

you fell silent.

"...i'm just glad you aren't too hurt. i would've actually done something horrible if you were." wriothesley said, looking towards you with seriousness in his eyes.

"...but i'm okay, alive and awake. you saved me regardless. and i want to thank you for it."

wriothesley sighed again. "...yeah. as long as you're fine and well. that's all that truly matters to me."

it wasn't long until you were finally admitted from hospital, and of course... wriothesley took you home. he made sure you were tightly secured in your home, too. but the moment he was ready to leave... he paused.

"... actually." he turns to you. "if you let me. i want to stay the night over here... i need to make sure you're fully safe."

you pause.

you knew if you tried to protest, he would try to fight it. but you smiled. you felt incredibly safe with wriothesley anyway, so... why not? you trust him, after all.

"of course. i have extra tooth brushes and everything but um... my couch isn't big enough... so you'd have to sleep on the same bed as me."

wriothesley shook his head. "that's fine with me."

as you got comfortable in your bed, wriothesley immediately joined you, but the both of you had respectful spaces. of course, wriothesley had no ill or disgusting intentions to bed you here and then, considering he was moreso concerned about your safety than anything else. but... the both of you couldn't sleep, and even with your backs turned to each other, the both of you assumed that you both were... well, asleep.

but, he was thinking about you.

as you were with him.

"...rio?" you finally spoke up. "are you awake?"

"...yeah."

he hears you shuffle as you turned over, tapping him on the shoulder. he turns to you, letting you admire him this close. he was... beautiful.

"...thank you." you say again, boldly leaning in towards his body, burying your face into his chest.

he was taken by surprise for a moment, but... he returned the affection, wrapping his arms around you as he placed his chin on top of your head. "just want you to be safe." he murmured.

you look up slowly, your eyes meeting. silence fell, and you had intuitively leaned in... brushing your lips against wriothesley's. he immediately returned your affection, grazing your lips with his own, brushing your hair back gently behind your ear.

"...safe and sound in my arms, y/n."

[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.

[obsolescent]

The Darkness and the Light

Chapter I - All Around Me

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader

Summary: Working nights at a gas station has its perks, little foot traffic and relatively quiet, peaceful even, until one customer shows up. There’s something about her that’s so odd, you can’t look at her for long. There’s a feeling that goes from chilling to burning like fire, coursing through you whenever she’s around. During this time of year the days are getting shorter, becoming chillier, leaves starting to fall. Something is in the air, stirring within you. You never feel alone nowadays, a feeling that was once comforting has now put you on constant edge. A presence is always lurking around the corner, right out of reach. Even if you wanted to fight it, could you? Or were you destined for its pages, years in the making, the story needing you to reach its conclusion.

Author’s Notes: Inspired loosely by songs and a book series I read when I was younger. I’m not sure how long this will become. Unfortunately this was supposed to come out before Halloween, but I got sucked into other writings, apologies. I hope y'all like a chilling story after the fact! Jill is perhaps a bit out of character for this, due to her being a vampire. RE5 Jill for this, Capcom are cowards for not keeping her look from 5. I hope you enjoy it!

Content Warnings: Swearing, gender neutral language used for reader, Jill is a vampire, eventual smut in upcoming chapters, reader has a gun, unintentional manipulation/persuasion from vampires and their powers, protective Jill, violence, mentions of stalking, depression, thoughts of losing one’s mind.

|| Disclaimer: Jill Valentine is trans in this story. Keep your transphobic remarks to yourself and don’t read this if that bothers you. ||

“Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee. — Psalm 139:12

“You got protection?”

You stop, hand hovering over the customer’s drink as your eyes meet.

“Huh?” A questioning sound leaves you. Head tilting, eyebrows furrowed.

He repeats his question, “You got any protection?”

Your eyes flicker to the gun under the register.

“Yeah, I got something.”

He chuckles, pointing to the ceiling, “From above?”

You smile, one of those big, fake customer service smiles. “I got something a little more physical.”

His eyes widened a bit, before he laughs again, nodding approvingly. “Don’t blame you, being here by yourself so late at night. You take care now, you here?”

You nod, thanking him and wishing him a good night. The door chimes when he leaves. You release a puff of air, slumping into yourself.

Another long night.

You leave your spot at the register, grabbing your rag on the way. Absentmindedly wiping down surfaces, restocking cups and lids, checking creamer and sugar levels. Your movements are almost robotic after doing this for so long, going on autopilot while performing your tasks.

You’re on your knees, the cabinets opened beneath the drink station, gathering the needed cups to replenish when the door chimes. Your mouth is opened to greet the customer when that all consuming feeling prickles the back of your neck.

Like ice cold water has been poured down your back, goosebumps forming and hair standing on end, barely able to squeak out a “Hello”.

Without looking, you know who it is.

She always comes late at night, doesn’t stay for long, doesn’t talk. At first, you didn’t notice her really, blending in with other customers. It wasn’t until one interaction, when you had been handing her change. You’re always careful to not touch the customers when doing so, avoiding direct contact, germs and whatnot. This time, your aim was off, basically smacking the change into her palm.

You couldn’t even react like you normally would, an apology on your tongue when you realized how cold she was. Though, coming into contact with her chilly skin should’ve caused your own to bristle, but instead you felt heat.

You thought that maybe she was so cold that it felt like you had been burned, but when yanking your hand back, a couple coins hitting the counter with a plink plink at the force of your movements, the flames kept coursing through you.

The direct contact with her skin hadn’t lasted longer than a few seconds. But, ever since then, if your back is turned when she enters, you feel the chill, but as soon as you turn towards her, meeting those icy blue eyes, your body is set aflame.

You hate the icy hot feeling that occurs whenever she’s here. It leaves you feeling nauseous and tired afterwards, like you’ve been battling the flu. Ugh.

She makes her usual rounds, walks through every aisle, before walking back around to the shelves lined with toiletries. She takes something from a hook before making her way to the counter.

You leave your spot, head down as you make your way behind the counter. You eye the item she chose, some lip balm. It’s different each time.

Gaze not directly meeting hers, your eyes focus on the scarf wrapped around her neck. Maybe if you don’t look into her eyes, the feeling won’t come.

It comes anyways. You wince, stomach churning, cheeks flushing. UGH, goddamn. You will yourself to crack a smile, voice wavering.

“H-hey, find everything okay?”

She nods.

Right. Of course. You tell her the total and she hands you cash, quickly getting her change ready. Your usual spill is leaving your mouth as you deposit the money into her hand, “Thankyouhaveagoodnight,” rushed out, fingers steering clear of her’s.

You’re patting yourself on the back internally for getting through the encounter quickly, but…

She continues to stand there.

Internal hand patting your back is now clenched into a fist, banging on a fictitious wall while you scream. Inhaling a deep breath, you smile and ask, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

A slight tilt to her head, blonde bangs shifting slightly.

“My name’s Jill.”

Oh.

You can’t remember a time where she uttered a word, now hearing her voice for the first time, her soft tone washes over your senses, and…The sickly feeling starts going away?

It’s like her voice soothes it, bringing forth the cure to your ailment. You feel your muscles relax once more, the way you felt before she came in, now accompanied by a soothing warmth.

Instead of being tossed directly into the fireplace, flames licking at you, you’re sitting beside it in comfort.

Your eyes flutter, confused but also grateful that horrible feeling has left you. You smile and tell her your name, knowing it’s on your nametag but now, able to look into those sky blue eyes and feel nothing but relief, you don’t mind speaking to her.

She nods, a small smile gracing her features before turning and exiting the store.

You’re struck dumbfounded, frozen while you watch her leave.

What was that???

A deep breath leaves you, slumping over the counter, body now feeling exhausted after the roller coaster of emotions that coursed through you in such a short amount of time.

You stand up straight and walk to the soda fountain, getting yourself some sort of caffeine to help carry you through the rest of your shift.

Thankfully the rest of your time goes by quickly, able to close the store and count the drawer in a breeze, locking up and walking out to your car.

The hair on your neck stands up once again, a chill running through you. The feeling of being watched shrouds you and you sprint to the car, hitting the button to open the door and jumping in, immediately hitting the lock button.

Heart thudding in your ears, the blood rushing through your veins creates such a loud sound that fills the cabin of the car only you can hear as you grip the seat, the steering wheel, anything to try to keep calm, breathing harshly.

Your eyes dart around, looking out all the windows, head whipping around as you start the car. You scramble for the gun in your bag, gripping it tightly and setting it in your lap. You peel out of the parking lot, in a frenzy to just go, go, go, get out of there.

You take a detour to make sure, taking a longer way than you normally would.

Arriving home after checking for the tenth time that no one was after you, you hurry inside and lock the door, gun in hand. Taking your shoes off once inside, you hang your keys on the hook near the door and put your belongings away. Making your way to your bedroom, you drop the gun onto your nightstand and fall onto the mattress with an ‘oof’.

The adrenaline has gone away, replaced with exhaustion once more. So many emotions have run through you over the course of the day, you’re thankful to be home and alone, solitude desired after the events of the evening.

You feel absolutely boneless, no energy left to even shed your work clothes off.

All you can muster is the wandering of your thoughts, and they lead you back to Jill.

Her minuscule smile, the odd feelings you have around her, and why you only see her late into the night.

She’s the last thing on your mind before you drift off to sleep.

Tags: @caramlizedtomatoes, @cheezbites, @dwkfan, @emilzke, @neondogs, @roseglazedlens, @scar-crossedlvrs, @xxacademy

(If you want to be added or removed from the tags, please let me know).

[silentmagi]

Halloween Dream

A little haunted delight for you this wonderful night.

Ao3

“People talk about the holidays being a romantic time of year, but normally they speak of Christmas or Valentines, but never really about Halloween,” a quiet girl who had been coming to the cafe for months stated as she stared across the street, watching an old abandoned store with a longing look to her eyes. “But there is something there… when the masks hide us, and slowly allow us to reveal ourselves…”

The blonde waitress topped off her cup of coffee, following her gaze across the road. “Still thinking about that girl?”

“Raven, yeah,” she answered as she pushed up her glasses to reveal the blush of her cheeks. “I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind since last year…”

Carmen let out a soft laugh as she patted the early morning customer on the shoulder. “Don’t worry there Amber, if it is to be, you’ll see her again,” the waitress offered warmly giving her a tight lipped smile. Over the past year of her coming in almost daily, she’d come to like the shy romantic girl, and was rooting for her to get her heart’s desire.

“Thank you,” the girl answered, wrapping her hands around the mug and lifting it up for a sip. “I would just be happy talking to her again. I probably seem like a stalker to constantly come here.”

Carmen gave her a warm smile before going to check on the other tables. Meanwhile, Amber found her mind driving to the first meeting with the enigmatic Raven. It had been days before Halloween, and she had been on her way to a costume party hosted by some friends of hers.

Yes, it was an attempt to hook her up with someone, but that’s not relevant to the story.

She had seen the store on her way to the big box store a few blocks further, and decided to take a chance on getting a costume from the specialty store. It was in that fateful choice that she knew her life was going to be changed forever.

Walking through the door to the echoing chime of a funeral knell, she found herself walking into Jack Skellington’s land, and at the counter, in her obsidian witch’s dress with large hat and fishnet sleeves was Raven, watching her with a curious expression.

Before she could speak, the woman waved her towards an aisle. “Costumes are down aisle three, I think you should look under the red sign,” she offered, a knowing look in her eyes. “I’ll be along after I ring up this customer.”

Just as she finished speaking, a cart ladened with candies, decorations, and so much else rolled around the far corner and beelined to the counter. The bubbly blonde girl pushing the cart was beaming to her dark haired friend that was helping keep everything from spilling out. At least, she thought they were friends, though thinking about it, the way they bantered and looked at each other, she wasn’t sure anymore.

There was something magical between them.

Leaving them to their shopping, she went down the costume aisles, and found a wall of choices. Looking up she swore they stretched onwards into the sky. Focusing on the directions given to her, she pressed onwards, and searched for the red sign that had been mentioned.

Getting to the right section, she found that they were mostly women’s costumes, and in her size. She just had to narrow it down from there. Was she feeling like being a princess, a witch, a cat, or something else? They looked like they’d be comfortable enough, and came with make up kits to help complete the look.

She was about to give up, when she saw it, the gleaming bronze colored scale, the curled horns that framed the face and swept back over her shoulders, and the gloriously cheesy looking wings. The Dragon Queen of her favorite book series The Dragoncrown Saga.

She hadn’t even known they made costumes for that series!

Plucking if off of the hook, she double checked the sizing, and found that it was just perfect for her, she just wished she cou-

“You can try it on if you’d like my queen,” the cashier offered from behind her, giving her a start. Turning around, she could see her smirking as if she’d caught her doing something. “I think you’ll look simply regal in this.”

“R-really?” Amber had squeaked, not sounding like the confident and bold queen the costume would have her pretending to be.

The cashier walked over, smiling as she waved her towards the back of the store. “Come on, let’s go try this on, I think we have some makeup to help complete the look if you’d like,” she insisted as she led the way towards the back, where a full make-up counter was set up, an artist leaning against the stall.

“Hey Raven, got a newbie?” the artist asked, looking her over. “I hope it’s something interesting.”

“The Dragon Queen, face scales and cheek scar?”

“Oh, I love it, go on and try it on dear, we’ll get you all set for any costume party you need,” the artist gushed as she held open the door to the changing room. Raven guided her in by the hand, giving her a playful smirk and devastating wink before the door shut behind her.

Half an hour and $50 later, Amber was gone, and in her place was an imposing, confident, and indomitable Dragon Queen, first of her name. The latex scales around her eyes and across her nose were comfortable, and she could barely feel the fangs in her mouth.

Raven and the artist gave each other fist bumps as she walked away to her car, getting almost to the party before she realized that she had been thinking about the goth clerk the entire time. She knew she’d never be able to handle a woman like that, but she wanted to take the risk, to dare to dance.

Unfortunately, the next time she’d had the chance to go to the store again, it was the day after Halloween, and the store was gone. Not just gone, but transformed. Where once a stately gothic manor stood, now it was a drab and bland concrete monolith to consumerism.

Sighing into her coffee, Amber tapped the claw of the metal finger ring she had picked up for herself for Christmas against the mug and stared at the cursed building. She was going to be brave, she was going to face this trial with courage and humility. She was going to ask out the big titted goth woman, come dragon fire or arctic chill.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled the scent of the coffee, and felt something change in the air. Opening her eyes, she saw the black spires rising into the sky, the sharp, angular arches and facades. And there, causing her heart to skip a beat was a vision of obsidian and crimson, staring directly into the window she was staring out of, as if she could see her.

Raven.

The goth turned with a wave as the door opened, and she saw the artist that she’d never gotten the name of, and the lights flickered on throughout the four stories of the mansion, large orange letters proclaiming that the Halloween Dream was open.

Turning, Amber found Carmen there with a knowing smile and the bill. “I believe you have somewhere to be, it’s on me today sugar. Go on.”

“Thank you!” Amber offered as she rushed away, her mind so focused on the girl that had bewitched her for nearly a year that she never saw the fanged smile on Carmen’s face, as she waved a hand, and the other patrons began chattering and eating their foods, like they’d wakened from some thrall.

“Oh no, thank you,” Carmen purred as she watched the girl heading over to her daughter’s store. “She needs a good girl like you.”

[itsmepage]

Ladybug

Ekko x Akemi TM (cannon x oc) || These are just general “headcannons“ I have for these two bc I love them, sorry not sorry 🤷‍♀️ anyways enjoy this cringe (I might constantly rewrite this because it’s fun)

Relationship ’Headcannons’ -> Romantic Fluff and a little bit of Sensual themes

Warnings: Talk of intimacy, “fourth wall” breaking, talk of arguments, toxic traits(such as jealousy etc), PDA. cuddling, kissing, mention of touch-starvation, crushes, poor past relationship experience, & talk of trauma bounding

_✍︎︎

• Ekko and Akemi's relationship was expected and unexpected at the same time.

• Expected because Akemi was the one to have a MASSIVE crush on Ekko that the firelights knew about, she wasn’t good at hiding it.

• Unexpected when Ekko said yes, even Akemi herself when she asked him out.

• Akemi didn’t have the best past, and her good morals are painted in a darker light because of it. Neither did Ekko of course, but his perspective turned out different. The two did share trauma and were very sympathetic to one another, so they understood each other.

• This leads to Akemi’s crush becoming too much to bear and Ekko’s starting.

• So yes they bonded off of trauma.

• The Status of their relationship was healthy, of course, augments were there and normal but they weren’t common.

• It is almost always all about Ekko’s inability of not take a break. But Akemi had her faults of not treating herself as not human. They would always find common ground or give each other space

• Akemi is possessive and obsessive.

• Ekko is stubborn and can get kinda jealous at times, Thankfully it was never much of a problem in a relationship.

• These poor babies are so touch-starved that it’s not even funny.

• Both of them grew up on their own, and they didn’t have parental figures orn a lot of relationship experiences. Akemi had crushes growing up but none came in for-wishing. All expect Ekko. He did have relationships but they all ended tragically.

• Despite being touched-starved the two were slow on intimacy. Not even showering together until what seems like a month into their relationship

• Nothing, thankfully, was ever rushed

• When it came to PDA, Akemi didn’t care much, she loved showing off how much she loved Ekko, However, Ekko isn’t a fan of PDA so she respected that.

• So they were very lovey and dovey behind closed doors.

• Turns out, they are both EXTREMELY clingy. Every chance they had, they would hold hands, hug, and cuddle just to feel each other skin. Which made Ekko a “victim” to morning cuddles.

• He’s the one who issued them btw

• The first kiss was meant to happen more than once, but being in the firelight it was constantly interrupted. But once they found the time and the area, their lips were practically glued onto each other.

• Soulmates love

• Akemi, before the start of the relationship attempted her chance at flirting, complementing his strength, knowledge and abilities but as soon Ekko says one flirty remark back- her skin blends in with her hair and the rest of her clothing.

• Regardless of her bashfulness she loves it and does all the time

• They two are HUGE on Holidays, mostly going all out for the kids but they have their traditions.

• Akemi’s favorite holidays are Valentine’s Day and Halloween. ESPECIALLY Halloween She has all Halloween movies and costumes planned AS SOON the holiday is over They went as Wanda & Doctor Voodoo from the Marvel comics, she did have to give back the costumes though.

• Speaking of holidays, these two color dynamic fit perfectly: The Christmas lights.

• These two are the red lipstick trend

•Akemi is all about cute nicknames, All of them referring to her favorite things: red and hearts. So she commonly uses, “Sweet-heart“ Ekko's nickname is your Average standard but she is called “Fire“ Which is short for “Firefly.“ and also because she wears nothing but red.

• Time Traveler x Reality Shifter

• Autism creature x ADHD creature. Ekko has ADHD I just can’t prove it.

• They Deal with their hyperfixations all the time. They have a deep conversation, about what they like what they want, etc. The other will always listen, join in, or stare lovingly without paying attention

• “- and then! Akemi are you listening??“ “Huh? What? -No, sorry say that again?” “Really??“ “Sorry!! You look cute when talk about the things you like..”

• They would also constantly rant to each other. Akmei does this more than Ekko does

• Dates were always fun and adventurous. Ekko would take them to the lanes, just to hang out or kick people's asses. That is how they usually go when they’re not in the house. Akemi had a brilliant idea to outside his reality. it was fun for the most part what wasn’t fun was the explaining.

• Speaking of which it’s the same reason why they barely play video games together. She first told Ekko that he was a video game character thanks to a certain someone, he’s been questioning his reality since. It was that, or this; “Have you met them?” “No.” “What about them?” “Ekko, stop.”

• Akemi would usually bug him during his inventing. Crawling up to fall asleep in his arms or beg for attention. Ekko tried to get back by crawling up whenever Akemi was drawing but he got a nap instead

• Ekko’s the housewife only because Akemi can’t cook for shit. Which is why they “eat out“ all the time

• Ticklish x Ticklish = Tickle wars

• Akemi is a juggalo and played “In My Room” by ICP to Ekko and said: “This is us.” He got scared

• I call their ship name Ladybug, because it fits in well with Ekko’s connection to nature and the firelight’s and Akemi’s belief in women power and her undying love for red, cringy but it fits

[broken-synchronicity]

Since Twisted Wonderland's language "Common" is the equivalent of Japanese, & the foods Grim mentioned are typical foods that one can find in Japanese convenience stores, wouldn't it be safe to assume that the culture & customs are Japanese as well?

Like, if the students celebrate Halloween, they probably just dress-up in costumes & decorate the dorms. No "trick-or-treat" because Japanese people have this strong "no bothering/disturbing/cause inconvenience to others" mentality - so no collecting sweets, candies & chocolates by knocking doors from one dorm to another.

Or, if the students celebrate Christmas, they would mostly eat fried chicken, because somehow KFC in Japan has a strong association with the holiday, hence why it's a popular choice among Japanese people.

Or if the students celebrate Valentine, it would be still in the traditional sense: because NRC is an all-boys school, most of the students would at least receive chocolates from girls - and they're expected to give those girls back in a month (White Day).

How does Kal explain the American version of these holidays with the language barrier if neither Lilia nor Malleus is around?

I'm fairly certain the only reason there are so many recognizably Japanese things in twst is because it's a Japanese game. But that's very few things in general. Even then, during the Prologue we had the pair of bullies try and start something with us over Carbonara, and Azul has squid ink pasta for lunch during his arc, decidedly Italian dishs. Mont Blanc, despite its heavy popularity in Japan, is still very French in origin. Just because there are Japanese snacks in a school store, doesn't mean everything is so decidedly Japanese.

Holiday wise we had:

The Halloween event states that each area is a stamp collection point for a stamp rally they're doing to collect a prize for at the end of a circuit through the school grounds, which would be in replacement of actual trick or treating since there's no way any school would shell out for that much candy for that many guests over the course of a week even if it's only 7 points of collection, and no child only picks up 7 pieces of candy during trick or treat. Also, haunted houses are a thing.

All the students go home for winter break, so there's almost no way to know what or how they celebrate winter holidays if they do, and both the Ghosts and Crowley list/give us a pretty standard European Christmas fair with a cooked turkey and gingerbread house

Masquerades are EXTREMELY European, even if the idea of donning a mask during spooky season isn't wholly

There are hundreds of festivals, not just holidays, that hold the main point of a Firework display as the highlight, so the Scarabia event is hardly isolated

Literally the only vaguely Japanese-esque holidays was the Wish festival and Bean day, but that's it. And they both were VERY round about in their presentation, making them easily holidays that could pass anywhere else that held those similar stories the holidays were based off of (Pinocchio and Jack and the Bean Stalk.)

There's no way to know how or even if there's a Valentines day equivalent since we're never getting such an event, so there's no way to say how any of the boys go about it.

As for Japanese being the "Common" language, that's just literally what I call it in LiT. It's got a historical reason that I haven't gotten to in my story, but that's just what I call it.

They might not actually be speaking Japanese in-game, that's just how it comes across to the MC, Yuu, who is Japanese, since in-game it's stated that there's a translator spell cast over school grounds because all the students don't actually speak a common language.

Sorry if this got ranty, but twst, despite being so thoroughly Japanese, doesn't at all lean very heavily into it for the very reason it's a Disney Fantasy Game, it's picked up all these Non-Japanese fairytales and needed to represent that, not their own culture.

[ablatheringblatherskite]

Writing pattern tag game

Rules: list the last lines of the last 10 fics you've posted to see if there is a pattern.

TYYY FOR THE TAG @nouklea, @wednesdayandherhyde, @nonamemanga, and @achillmango!!!

Most of mine are Wednesday fics LOL! I don't write Wednesday fics much anymore, but I am still proud of them!

(another note: I skipped one of the unfinished fics LOL)

how do you know when it's time to let go?

With that final thought, Raoul harshly wiped the tears from his eyes and cheeks, stood, and walked purposefully towards his wardrobe to get dressed, the dying bird of his heart pounding with the very same reckless determination that it had for that bright red scarf, all those years ago.

Til Death Do Us Part - 5+1

It seemed her black, twisted heart returned to her then, because for the first time in weeks she felt it again, beating wildly in her chest. She stared where the axe was floating and, for the first time in years, fully smiled. She grabbed a sword off the wall and held it up to the axe in preparation, then charged.

My Halloween Angel

Wednesday looked him directly in the eyes, her stony expression cracking just enough for a small smile to slip through. “As you wish,” she said quietly, “my Angel of Music.”

Angels in Hell's Kitchen

Matt couldn’t help it then—he grinned. A wide, goofy grin. Then he started to laugh, and Foggy started to giggle. Then they were both full on guffawing, and they didn’t stop until Karen came back to tell them that they were late for their appointment.

he's a little monster (underneath)

“I'm never taking you to the grocery with me again.”

“Good.”

wet face towels

These two would be the death of him one day, he was sure of it.

can I have this dance?

“But… I can't promise I won't try to take revenge,” Tyler finished, lowering his voice darkly. Wednesday seemed surprised, just for a moment, before her small smile actually widened, her eyes glinting eagerly.

The Valentine's Day Curse

By the time she was back in her room, Enid was fast asleep, and she contemplated smothering her for having quipped at her earlier before deciding against it. She was too exhausted for that now. Maybe next time. With that, Wednesday took off her hoodie, put her flashlight away, took off her shoes, and lay down in her bed, crossing her arms across her chest and shutting her eyes. She fell almost instantly into a slumber as deep and heavy as death itself. Probably the one and only good thing to have come out of that entire spectacle of a day. Probably.

"send your cutest delivery boy" (special instructions, Tyler's POV)

In the safety and privacy of the storage room, Tyler finally released his grin, leaning against the shelves and covering his blushing face with both hands, laughing quietly. He scrubbed his hands over his face and let them drop, grinning up at the ceiling like the absolute fricking idiot that he was.

stupid, stupid cartoon

Damn it. It was all stupid. He could have been watching anything else, too. He wasn't even sure Tyler had liked that show anymore. But he still always found himself coming back to that stupid song, and that stupid episode, and that stupid, stupid cartoon. Damn it.

no pressure tags!!: @rose-red-ink @clawedandcute @rainintheevening @nerdywriter36 @brendadaaedestler @meilas

[holyghostbws]

heartbreaks and mistakes ; bws 💔

| Based on this request: hiii, do you take requests? if so, could you do an angst imagine where Brad is going thru a tough time/breakup and the band mates help him out? |

They met in december. Brad could still remember the first time it snowed that year because that same day he met her. In that very moment it had felt as if time had stop, he swore he could see the snowflakes falling in slow motion, glistening as they fell into the ground, almost as bright as her smile.

Every time they’d go out together, Brad would immediately reach for her hand. He didn’t have to look at it, he knew exactly the position of her fingers and how to intertwine them with his. If the air was too cold, he would gladly take his jacket off and put it around her shoulders; sometimes he secretly wished she would forget hers, just so he could give it his, let his arms be his blanket and let the world know she had someone. With time, forgotten clothes started to appear scattered around his flat, only for him to put them in an empty drawer that then became hers. Sometimes it wasn’t just clothes, sometimes it was an earring resting on her pillow, a scrunchie forgotten in the bathroom, the smell of her perfume in his sheets.

Brad could still picture every moment with her like it was a movie, he often found himself replaying memories in his head as if they were episodes of a tragic love story. It made no sense that he had burned and deleted all of their pictures together and even blocked her on social media, because their love was inked to his skin. Their relationship was built upon small, meaningful moments… she was home to Brad, but Brad wasn’t home to her.

Brad remembered the first time he met her parents. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something planned, they met them on one of their dates by accidentally running into them. She had introduced Brad as a friend although they were way past that state. Still, he said nothing and thought she had her reasons, maybe her parents were difficult, maybe she wanted to introduce him at a better time like a family gathering… he should’ve known. He should’ve known since the moment he said “i love you” and she never said it back, instead, she started a brand new conversation about weather. He had been foolish, he had been blinded by love and was too busy falling for her to see that he was the only one falling.

He had already pictured a future with her. They would host Christmas for their family and friends, full of peppermint-flavored kisses and presents, romantic dates on Valentines, picnics in the middle of flowers blooming, sweaty summers by the beach, matching outfits for Halloween… they never made it that far.

It was heartbreak after heartbreak for him during that relationship: “sorry I can’t meet your parents, I just think we should wait until the right moment”, “no, I can’t go out with you and your friends tonight, I have so much work to do”, “I’m so sorry I missed your concert, I know it was important to you and trust me, I hate myself for missing it but things got messy at work and they wouldn’t let me leave… you don’t want me getting fired, right?”, “I promise i’ll make it up to you”, “I swear it’s the last time that this happens”, “I’m sorry babe, please understand that it was out of my hands”, “Please believe me, I swear it won’t happen again”… There’s only so much pain a heart can take and Brad’s had been strong for so long, it was bound to happen: the breakup.

The blind fell to the floor on his birthday, when she didn’t show up. Just as many times before, she promised she’d be there on time, and he believed her, of course. Even he knew, deep in his heart, he was gonna be let down again, he decided to trust her; another mistake added to the already long list. Even in a room full of people who loved him, Brad felt miserable. How come everyone but her was there to celebrate him?

He wondered what he had done wrong to deserve that, maybe it was karma, maybe he was a shitty boyfriend, maybe it was a lesson he had to learn. It didn’t mattered why anymore, she didn’t love him and the only way to get through it was to blur everything out by getting wasted with his best mates, the ones that did show up, the ones that did care for him.

A week after his birthday, the call came.

“Hey, I think we need to talk” she said. The sentence every lover fears the most. The sentence that ends it all. Her voice sounded distant, like it was muffled. Hearing her break his heart for the millionth time would destroy him, he need to protect himself, so he tried to dissociate as much as he could from the conversation.

“About what?” He asked, trying to play it cool. He already knew, he knew exactly how it was going to go, he knew how she would try to act like she cared, like it was a difficult decision to make but after all it was the right choice.

“Can I see you? I’ll drop by your place.” He didn’t want to see her ever again, it would only make things worse for him, it would make him feel guilty when he didn’t have any reason to feel that way. It was true, but it was also true that he did want to see her, he wanted to see her everyday for the rest of his life, he wanted to see her when he woke up and when he went to sleep, he wanted to see her smiling and wanted to see her crying. Brad wanted to see her young face and then also her face after time had aged it. He wanted her, forever.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t make it” Was the first thing she said when he opened the door. Brad stood still and quiet and watched her face filling with something that seemed like regret.

“Did you even try to go?” He asked after a while. His voice was calm, he tried to appear neutral and unbothered but his eyes gave him away. There was no hiding the sadness and disappointment in them.

Her dropping her head to the floor was enough answer for him. She didn’t. And he knew that, still, it didn’t make it easier.

“I honestly don’t know what to say to you. I don’t even know why you’re here. It’s so obvious that you never cared and that you don’t feel the same way, so why bother? Don’t you have better things to do?” He still kept calm but could feel his insides shattering with every second that passed.

“Stop being so dramatic, Brad. I had a really shitty week and came here to apologize.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, sorry for bothering you and interrupting your apology, I have no right to be mad at you.” He could feel himself running out of patience.

“Oh god” She whined. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here, it’s impossible to talk to you when you’re like this…”

“You’re right, it was a bad idea for you to come here, you should go.” Brad said.

“I’m trying to tell you something, you asshole” She started raising her voice.

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m sick and tired of you, of always waiting for you just so you never show up, of keeping up with your bad moods and hurtful words, of always giving and receiving nothing back, I-“

“I’m sorry! I really am! I’m trying my best to be enough for you. I just want to be with you.” Her voice sounded high pitched, like she was about to cry but her eyes were dry.

“Cut the bullshit and don’t go wasting my time. Don’t waste yours. I see through your lies, I just pretended I didn’t because I loved you and wanted to believe you, but we can stop now.” The calmness in Brad faded away and was replaced by anger.

For a second, silence filled the atmosphere.

“I love you.” That was a stab that stroke to kill. It fueled him with rage and suddenly he wanted to stab her back, to hurt her as much as she did to him, but how could you hurt someone that simply doesn’t care?

Months ago, those three little words were all he wanted to hear. It’s funny how words mean nothing when they’re a little too late.

“Goodbye, y/n.”

💔

A week and a half was the longest he could keep the break up a secret from his band mates, they noticed his eyes had lost its sparkle and the bags under them.

“How you holding up mate?” James was the first one to ask. James already knew the answer to that question but felt like Brad could use the talking… that would’ve worked if Brad was communicative about his pain.

“I’m fine, actually.” Brad answered. The first days were rough for him but he had already managed to keep his feelings bottled up, regretting it and beating himself up would be of no use and besides, why would he keep being sad and mad about a relationship that was already dead? It was better to just move on and keep going on with his life, after all, the world wasn’t going to stop and nothing would change just because she didn’t love him.

“You know it’s okay to talk about your feelings, right? There’s no shame here.” James reassured him.

“Yeah, you can talk to us about anything.” Tristan intervened.

“There’s nothing to talk about. She never cared about me, why would I care about her?” Brad said, it sounded way more harsh that he intended to.

There was nothing his band mates could say that would make him feel better, that would at least ease the grieving. Memories stung him, it was like a disease with no cure and time was only a cruel reminder of a love that had maimed him.

“Yeah, mate. Fuck her. You can have any girl that you want, we should go out tonight.” Connor said. James wanted to kill him.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go out! You’ll forget about her in no time” Tristan chirped in.

“I think it’s a good idea to distract yourself but I also think you should talk about your feelings with someone and not just go and fuck the first woman you find.” James intervened, afraid of how the others would take his words.

“Oh shut up, James. What Brad needs right now is a night out to get wasted and meet a pretty face.” Tristan said with a laugh.

“Hey! Let’s go to Ibizaaaaaaa!” Connor screamed.

Brad stopped listening to his friends plans after that. He loved them, he really did, but none of them had the answers for mending his broken heart.

“Hey, uh, what if we try writing something?” Brad said after a while. Tristan and Connor stopped talking and turned their heads to him.

“Writing? Seriously?” Connor said in disbelief.

“I mean… sure, if that’s going to help you.” Tristan said and gave him a pat in his back.

“It’s a great idea! I’ll bring the guitar.” James said, seeing it as an opportunity for Brad to open up.

Brad had handwritten notes he found deep in his drawer right in his pocket: words of love that he had thought of turning into a song, into an album even… maybe those would now turn into an angry song or a sad one, or maybe into nothing. That was the magic of songwriting. After all, music and his friends had always been his therapy.

[lnights]

At the beginning of 2023, I saw a challenge called The Year Of The OTP: 12 prompts. 12 months. One ship. I chose BC/BC because I write One Thing™️

Some are short one shots, some are multi chapters, two are pure smut 😌 links and summaries below.

January: Snow

Prompt: Snow, Rating G.

Summary:

He puffed out, smoke mingling with the steam of his hot breath as he tilted his head back, watching the softly falling snow.

February: Valentine's Day

Prompts: Valentine's Day and established relationship/long distance. Rating E.

Summary:

Their Valentine's Day plans were interrupted by bad weather. That's not going to stop them.

March: Fresh Starts

Prompt: Fresh Starts. Rating M. Angel/Demon au, sequel to Long Way Down

Summary:

The elders had always said falling was the most painful thing that could happen to an angel. As Tommi had hit the water and felt bones breaking he could only think they had been correct, pain shooting through every nerve endings and as he slowly sank he wondered how he was even still alive, being quite literally tossed from one realm of existence to another was like falling from a plane without a parachute.

April: Painting you Blue

Prompt: University AU. Rating G. 5 chapters.

Summary:

but still… he was a teacher now. What the hell had he gotten himself into? He should have never let Niko and Joonas talk him into this Or Joel is a new teacher at the same university as his boyfriends and their good friends. He is not excited.

May: Flower Moon

Prompt: Flower language. Rating G. Part of my Wolfpack AU.

Summary:

Aleksi is learning a new wolf tradition and wants to surprise his mates.

June: Can You Hear the Silence Getting Loud?

Prompts: Soulmates. Rating M. 5 chapters, part of my Soulmate AU

Summary:

For years Aleksi has been happy with his soulmates, his family long cut off. Until a relative contacting him makes him question that choice.

July: Heaven (and Hell) on Earth

Prompts: Enemies to Lovers and Coffeeshop AU. Rating M. 5 chapters. Angel/Demon AU

Summary:

There were two men running the counter as he got there, looking at him with what could almost be called suspicion. One was tall, even taller than him, and muscly, while the other was rather short with curly honey colored hair. "Welcome," the shorter of the two said, "what can we get you this evening?" "Your strongest, largest espresso," Joel said bluntly. His insomnia had decided to kick his ass that night, at least he could try to stay awake and be productive rather than be in his half awake, half asleep zombie mode that it usually sent him into. The larger man chuckled a little and got to work on the drink while the smaller rang him up; there was something about them that kept Joel's attention on them, something about the shop that begged for his attention. Maybe it was the name, Sinful Coffee.

August: Weathering the Storm

Prompt: Storm. Rating T.

Summary:

Blind Channel and their crew gets stuck at an airport in their hectic tour schedule. Joel and Niko don't handle it well.

September: Beacon in a Storm

Prompts: hurt comfort, meeting the family, flood, shifter au. Rating T.

Summary:

Olli stared through the dark window of their home, trying to not panic. The rain was getting impossibly heavier and Joel and Aleksi still weren't back; the dirt road leading to town had to be flooded by now, they could be stuck in mud or washed away if they weren't careful. "We never should have sent them by themselves." Joonas mumbled, "we should have gone with."

October: Pop Princess, Hold My Hand

Prompts: Texting, couple costumes. Rating T.

Summary:

It's Joonas' turn to pick their Halloween costumes.

November: Be Careful What You Wish For

Prompt: Be Careful What You Wish For. Rating E.

Summary:

Tommi decides to show his boyfriends a new side of him

December: Opinion on the Season

Prompt: Holidays together. Rating G. Stand alone sequel to Rumors and Opinions.

Summary:

Niko sighed and exhaled the smoke from his lungs. Holidays were always an interesting time of year. They all had a lot of family to see and it could be a tad overwhelming; seeing so many relatives in a short period, let alone all the shopping they had to do, arranging travel, arguments over who's family home they will wake up in on Christmas morning…

[gamma-gal-24]

Just some random Johnny x Emma nonsense because they're all I have thought about all day. 🕶💕

Oohhoo where to start-✌😙

Did you know Johnny's Birthday is VALENTINE'S DAY?? This is both a blessing and a curse because while Emma literally CAN'T forget his Birthday, she also has to figure out how to keep the two occasions(and the gifts for each) separate!

She worries over it so so much when in reality, Johnny being Johnny, he'd settle for a movie night.And maybe a kissing sesh😇🙊)

Ofc they both go overboard for Valentine's day, bit also surprisingly Halloween?? These two absolutely KILL any couples costume. Johnny was particularly fond of the doctor and the nurse.(She REFUSED to dress overly skimpy though. He loves his stubborn girly)

Christmas is also pretty darn big for the two of them. Both come from MAJOR Christmas-loving families and so naturally they go big or go home.

Speaking of family- Immediately after meeting her, Emma and Johnny's Momma "Bunny" became like- besties?? They sneak out for girls' night like once month and Johnny STILL hasn't caught on yet. They're starting to think he never will.

Also, that little girl Suzie next door? Yeah, she's the biggest Johnny x Emma fan in Aron City. She ADORES Emma, much to Johnny's dismay. If he couldn't get away from Suzie before, he certainly can't get rid of her now that she's gotten attached to his girlfriend.

The two of them end up looking after her all the time. Suzie has probably been a part of over a fourth of their dates.😅

She HAS threatened to clobber Johnny of he ever breaks Emma's heart.

Needless to say, Emma loves her to bits and pieces.😌💕💕

Back to the couple- these two have been kicked out of SO many restaurants, it isn't even funny. And every one of them was poor Johnny's fault.

You know those cheesy shirts that say "I flexed so hard the sleeves fell off?" Well, one night they were out for dinner and he flexed so hard hos whole damn shirt fell off.

They were then both promptly thrown out under the "No shirt, No shoes, No service" rule.

They didn't mind, though. They just went and drove around for a little while talking about hair care and whatnot.

Johnny absolutely LOVES having Emma tag along with him to the gym. He adores any chance to have her staring at his muscles, but what he loves even more is ditching the weights and just lifting HER instead. The laughs he gets out of her then are worth more than gold.

Any day he gets to work out, be swooned over, AND make Emma giggle is a good day in his book. And lucky for him- that's almost everyday.

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Tis all for now!! I may bother you all with more of these two goobers tomorrow, but until then, I wish you all a lovely night!🤗💞🌠

[valleyfthdolls]

talk about anything u feel like for ur scsib au.... GO!

BITING AND GNAWING AT THIS ASK /POS

The best and also saddest part of Valentine and Gregory’s relationship I think has to be Gregory’s response to Valentine’s betrayal. Gregory is not an emotional kid for the most part, but this event quite literally throws everything about his life out the window. Ok.

It’s Halloween night. You’ve spent the night at the Pizzaplex because you get a family discount since your big sister works there. You’re almost certain something is deeply wrong. You tell your mom and she tells you to sleep it off, which hasn’t worked the past several nights, but you don’t feel like making a fuss to her or your stepdad, so you skip heating up yesterday’s leftover Chinese for dinner and go straight to bed. You wish you’d gotten something to eat when you wake up to a massive shifting weight in your bed and realize that may have been your last chance to. Maybe it’s because it’s dark or maybe it’s because your nervousness has progressed into a headache, but you can’t really see the face in front of you. It’s one of your sisters, and she’s wearing a mask with rabbit ears and holding a knife over her head ready to plunge it into you and you’re almost certain that if it weren’t for the moment of hesitation, of sympathy, you would have died then and there. When you run, she chases you. You should’ve died there, and you know it, but you’re running now, and your sister is yelling your name with a frantic tone like you’re the one trying to kill her. The carpet is smoking when you make it downstairs. Your mother’s cigarette is burning a hole in it next to her dead body. You can’t bring yourself to look at your stepfather slumped over on the couch your mother fell off of. When you leave that house, you can never come back.

You’re cold. You’re scared and lonely and at some point you got covered in blood that you don’t think is yours, unless she wounded you and you were too frightened to process it. Your mother and father are dead. Your sister has turned on you. Your only other family is a stranger and you doubt she wants you. Not that you know where to find her. You have nowhere to go. If you died, no one would know. So what do you do?

You numb yourself.

Gregory spends his days focused only on survival. He ignores all his emotions and doesn’t even acknowledge he has a family or anything. Every second he’s thinking about how he’s going to get his next meal, where he’s going to sleep that no one can find him, what to do to pass the time, etc. He doesn’t say how he feels. He doesn’t talk about it at all. He actively avoids even thinking about Valentine. He hates Halloween now, and everything he associated with that night. He doesn’t allow a single reminder in. It’s all he can do to protect himself from the utterly crushing grief and sense of betrayal- and if he wants to hold onto any semblance of hope, he HAS to ignore the feeling that he’s been betrayed and the fact that Valentine did what she did to him.

[whickerfurniture]

💝 .· 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 / 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ·.· ✴

What was Maddi listening to when she wrote this. Cowboy Like Me by Taylor Swift 

Valentine’s Day was not frowned upon by her church. As much as Constance wished it was, her preacher seemed to actually encourage chaste displays of affection. As long as there was no innuendo amongst the unmarried of them, it was fair game. How else would he grow his flock, if eighteen year olds desperate to fuck didn’t marry the first person who paid them any attention. Of course, no one she knew actually attended her church, to know what was and wasn't allowed. She could easily pretend that it was against her precious morals, and play the good Christian girl once again. She’d used it to get out of so many things. When her roommate invited her to a Halloween party the year before, she’d managed to carefully dodge any hurt feelings by pretending it was against her religion. What was that religion, by the way? Oh, just Our Lady of Perpetual Hypocrisy. 

She could, of course, just not do anything. Would anyone really notice that she hadn’t? They weren’t in school anymore, did anyone still pay attention to Valentine’s Day unless they were in a relationship? But he was the only familiar accent around, and for some reason that made her feel a kind of loyalty to him. Not a real one, not in the way that counts, but… And when she found the card, well, there was nothing else to do. The little cowboy was probably too much, and she almost hoped he hated it.  Wouldn’t it be fun, for once, to inspire a negative emotion? Especially when there wasn’t a way he could complain about it, either. She was just being sweet. The message was simple, in a way that she hoped made him think it was one of a hundred she was writing. 

Donnie,

Happy Valentine’s Day. 

Constance

[autisticsuperpower]

A Decade Without You, Gramps. 💔

Grandpa,

It’s been 10 years without you.

I still feel like you’re here sometimes.

I wish you were here to see me and all that I’ve been doing.

We had a special connection, us two, from the moment I was born.

The only people in the family who could ride the Mad Tea Cups at Disneyland without throwing up.

We’d laugh out loud and hard to Looney Tunes, and Tom and Jerry.

You taught me how to drink Guinness the right way, even though I was still underage.

When I went through that rough patch in my life and was constantly bullied and harassed every day, you jokingly said who do you need to curse so they can stop being mean to your grandson.

You were there at almost every choir or theater performance growing up, being loud and rowdy in the audience.

You taught me the music of your time, which lead the way to the music of my time.

You taught me all about trains, and how much you loved them. 

Thank god my childhood toy trains are being saved to pass down to your great grand-children one day. I know you’d want that. 

You were there to celebrate almost every holiday with us.

Christmas, Halloween, Easter, Valentine’s Day, you name it.

You taught me to love myself and were there for me at the darkest times in my life when I just couldn’t do it anymore.

You said that by being Autistic, I was going places. I was going to make something out of my life.

You were right.

I knew you had an on and off battle with cancer, I just honestly thought you were done with it. 

When they told me you were going into Hospice, I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Two days later, on Valentine’s Day, you took your last breath, and as you always envisioned, you went to Heaven.

Your death left me devastated, in full mourning mode.

I know many kids lose their grandparents when they’re much younger, I get that.

I just wish there was more time with you than just my first 20 years of life.

It still sometimes hurts that you’re not here.

It all happened so fast.

It was so hard to celebrate Valentine’s Day after that.

Thank god for our family, my friends, and my girlfriend who has helped me find the happiness in Valentine’s Day again.

I just wish sometimes, you were physically here to see all that I’ve done these last 10 years.

But I know you’re so proud and elated with all that I’ve done.

And all that I have yet to do. 

 I know you’re looking down on all of us and you’re smiling that big grin I know you for.

I love you. I miss you.

Love, your Grandson. ❤️

[tianarpowell]

Tiana was enraptured by Sally’s vivid description of the green Macbeth gown. Tiana wished that she could look at such a gown in person, or, better yet, see the actress from the Macbeth performance wear that gorgeous iridescent gown and say her lines with bolstered confidence. Tiana thought the embroidery in particular was probably extremely impressive.

“My favorite holiday would have to be Valentine’s Day,” Tiana confided in Sally. “There’s just something about the day itself that makes me go crazy! Pinks and reds! Hearts everywhere! I never have a boyfriend for the Valentine’s Day festivities, but I’m happy as a clam all day long because I believe in the Valentine’s Day spirit. Are things more commercial now, maybe? Sure! But that spirit is the best part of the whole winter, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.” Tiana smiled dreamily. “If I did have a boyfriend, though… Well. I won’t say anything, but I almost thought I’d have a boyfriend at Valentine’s Day a few years back. You know what, I will say things—he ended up dating and getting married to another girl! The marriage happened a year and a half after that February, but the day I saw him with that friend of ours standing beside him, giving him little pats on the arm… I thought it was Halloween instead of Valentine’s week. They just got closer and closer after that, until suddenly, they were sending me their wedding invitation and I was long since out of the picture.” Tiana chuckled dryly. “Goes to show—you’ve gotta tell your friends what you’re thinking when you’re thinking it.” Her new friend Alice from the coffee mishap the other day had taught her that. If she had any more coffee mishaps, of which there had been many, maybe she’d meet someone to make her just call DeShawn and catch up.

“Oh, so this Jack likes to dress up!” Tiana said with glee. “Tell me more about you and the other people at the store! Including this Jack. Do you all have favorite holidays that you get to really run the show during? Or is it all hands on deck all the time?” When Sally mentioned that she was a fan of the old Christmas specials, Tiana squealed. “Yes! Yes! My friend from culinary school and I dressed up as Heat Miser and Snow Miser for Halloween one time! I had to be Heat Miser because the costume fit me and not them. You said you make Halloween costumes, Sally! Do you ever dress up in them yourself?” Tiana had a feeling that a holiday store employee probably knew how to dress up like a pro.

.

"Oh... That's a good question," Sally said, taking a deep breath and thinking carefully. "Well... I'm quite proud of the Halloween costumes I've made over the years, but... Once I made this queen dress for a Macbeth performance by the Community Theater. I spent hours trying to replicate the famous green beetle dress, painting pistachio shells I had been collecting for the past year with iridescent paint to copy the look of beetle wings. And I embroidered the whole thing, and since I couldn't get the correct fabric, I had to find a proper rayon that looked like silk, in the right color... That was my biggest project to date. And I was so afraid it would just blow up in my face, be all that work for nothing. But it ended up looking just as, if not better than I expected." It was a pity it was only worn a few times. Now, it was gathering dust in storage, just behind the changing rooms.

"Chicken kebabs and macadamia swordfish, noted," Sally nodded. Swordfish sounded like a rather intimidating dish, but she was willing to give it a try. "I mean, if you like celebrating the holidays, I absolutely recommend you visit the place," Sally said with a shy little smile. "We, um... We usually try to hide the efforts, but I suppose you can see me and my coworker fluttering about, filling shelves and counting the inventory, if you'd be interested in that." While it was nice to discover new trinkets and decorations that had been selected to grace the shop windows, most of the time it would feel a bit boring and routine. "Do you have a favorite holiday?"

Tiana's idea did get her giggling, something Sally was not really known to do. "I'm pretty sure Jack has dressed up as Santa once or thrice." And a funny sight it had been, such a tall skinny man with the typical fake beard and red costume. Even more, she had a feeling Jack had just loved it. "But we usually hire a professional Santa to do that sort of thing, if we got the money. As for me... I don't know, I don't think I'd feel really comfortable playing a role like that. I'm not one to put on a performance." Was this really true? She loved dressing up for Halloween, after all. But there was a difference, wasn't it? Everyone was dressed up in Halloween. In such a Christmas scene, there was a clear audience, and a clear role to play. Not exactly what she was looking for to doing during one of the busiest seasons of the year.

Sally was about to voice her ambivalence towards Christmas as a whole, but decided against it. Years of working at the holiday store taught her that some people took criticisms against Christmas very, very personally. Thankfully, Tiana brought up a subject she was actually knowledgeable about. "Yes, I've seen it! I'm quite the Rankin and Bass' Christmas movie fan."

[likeastarstar]

12:00 AM - Yoongi

(A/N: Happy New Year! For the anon requesting age gap Yoongi. Hope you like it!)

New Year’s Eve was your favorite holiday.

It felt fresh and new, people dressed up in sparkly little outfits and cheery optimism all around. It was so much better than the other holidays, that focused on the wrong things all too often.

Halloween was too messy and as much as you liked the costumes, you always ended up way too drunk at the end of the night. Christmas was expensive, Valentine’s day was too mushy. You routinely spent the day in bed watching Bridget Jones’ Diary with too much chocolate and not enough roses. Although, this year could be different.

This year you’d have Yoongi.

You let your eyes drift over to him where he was, halfway across the room with his head thrown back in laughter. You smiled watching him balance the glass of whiskey in his hand, impressed when he didn’t drop any. You forced yourself to look away from him, scanning the room nonchalantly to ensure that no one had seen you staring.

It started off with a kiss- just a kiss.

He was a couple years younger than you and at the time, it bothered you. It made you feel guilty when your eyes would linger on his body at friendly get togethers, the way your heart would thud when Yoongi laughed at your jokes.

He used honorifics when he asked you out, which only made you want to die a little on the inside.

You said yes, thinking that it was just one date, one night but you hadn't met anyone who fit you so perfectly. You hadn’t intended things to turn into what they were- but he was your boyfriend now, not that anyone else knew.

The two of you had always said you’d tell people when you figured out what you were to each other but that was ages ago and it never happened. It was easier this way, dodging all of the questions about your age and why and when and- It just never happened. Yoongi liked to joke that one day people would find out when they got a wedding invitation in the mail.

“One more minute until midnight!” Jimin yelled, already holding a bottle of champagne.

A flute of sparkly liquid was pushed into your hand and you were corralled to the living room of the house you were in, locking eyes with Yoongi like magnets.

He looked at you with determination in his eyes, a complete focus that he reserved for private spaces with you. You smiled at him awkwardly, tilting your head in slight confusion, more surprised than anything to see the intensity he was sending your way. You gave him a questioning look, wondering why he was looking at you like that. You were almost in the New Year, confetti poppers already going off around the pair of you.

“Do you have any New Year’s resolutions?” Jin asked you, nudging your side.

You tore your eyes away from Yoongi, wishing the swirling in your head that tended to happen when you looked at him for too long would go away quickly. You focused on Jin instead, smiling at him kindly, “Oh you know- work out more, drink less.”

“Ambitous,” Jin joked, momentarily distracted by the clock nearing 12.

10.

People crowded together, counting in unison. You looked around, smiling at how happy everyone looked. You liked this, being together to ring in the new year. Yoongi appeared by your eyes suddenly, looking more nervous than he had a second ago. Where was all that determination he had earlier?

He had matured so much throughout the course of your relationship but moments like this reminded you of how young he still was, the anxious doe eyed look in his eye, the glow of his 20s still radiating off of him. He liked to play the age card sometimes, begging to be babied when the mood struck, not that you minded much.

“What’s up with you?” You laughed, noticing his hands shaking slightly.

5.

He looked down at you with those bright eyes of his widened, a glint shining in them. “I’m gonna do something and you’re gonna be pissed,” He said vaguely.

3.

You frowned, craning your neck to look at him properly, “Why does that mean?”

He laughed but didn’t explain, joining in on the countdown for the last two seconds of the year.

“Yoongi?” You asked, completely ignoring everyone else by now.

1.

Everything happened at once, confetti poppers being blown off everywhere you looked, the sounds of cheering and yelling filling the room. Yoongi locked eyes on you and downed the champagne in his hand in one go, passing the glass off quickly and mumbling, “You’re about to find out.”

Then he cupped your head in both hands and kissed you.

Not just a New Year’s peck- this was a full on, body melting, temperature rising kiss. You froze for a moment, completely caught off guard before forgetting where you were. You forgot that you were surrounded by people you had been trying to hide your relationship from. Forgot the questions that would come later. All you could think of was his tongue and the way his hands moved to your body dipped you over, securing you neatly by the back of your head and your waist. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and felt him smile against your lips, making you laugh. He pulled back gently, scanning your face, “Are you pissed?” He asked, smiling devilishly.

"At this point, I really don’t give a fuck,” You reasoned, smiling back at him.

You grazed your hand through your hair as you always did, tugging on the ends. He kissed you again quickly before setting you upright again, keeping an arm around your waist like he was used to doing in private, never in front of anyone else.

“What the hell,” Jimin mumbled, everyone else looking incredibly confused behind him. “Are you two- when did-“

“We’re together, yeah.” Yoongi grinned, hand engulfing yours calmly. He wasn’t trembling anymore, the determination in his eye returned. “Have been for awhile.”

“Is that who you used to have over at the dorms all the time?” Jin gasped, a little too loudly for your taste. He had a shocked look on his face, eyes wide and unfocused, “Jesus, Yoongi.”

You blushed and looked up at Yoongi, who had that annoyingly cocky smirk on his face that he reserved for moments like these. You shook your head, ignoring his soft laughter next to you.

“Happy New Year?” You said awkwardly, sending Jin an apologetic glance.

masterlist.