#and i did a red and white valentine’s theme so

[woncheolisms]

screenshot. (kita shinsuke x reader)

summary: your friend confesses on your behalf. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.

word count: 1161

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead d @priv-rose @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @whippedbel

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Many of Kita’s friends and volleyball teammates think he is a stickler for routine. And they are right. But Kita isn’t rigid. He isn’t unchangeable. He accepts a break in routine, takes it in stride, learns from the turning tides and comes back with a smile on his face. Why else would he be the captain of the volleyball team if he didn’t know how to assimilate with rapidly developing circumstances?

Today, he is confronted with another such change. He is staring it right in the face. For a few moments, Kita cannot fathom the sight. How can it be? A red envelope in his locker? Surely, it must not be meant for him.

His next thought is how it got there in the first place. No one besides the volleyball team is allowed in the club room. He is the one who always opens it and he is also the one who locks up every night. Did someone sneak in during practice time?

Nothing else in his locker seems out of place. Just the letter placed delicately on top of the rest of his belongings. Kita finally reaches out for it, tugging on the flap to detach it and pulling out the crisp white paper inside. Kita is halted in his tracks when he realizes that there is no writing on the paper. It’s a print-out. Of a screenshot.

He eyes the text message chain, recognising the small icons on both the sender and receiver’s text bubbles. It’s Suna, his underclassman, and he also recognises you, the manager and his long time best friend.

‘I can’t stand it anymore suna!’

‘then just tell him’

‘u know i cant’

‘thats a u problem’

The next message is long, bordering on a whole paragraph, and Kita’s eyes skim over it. For the first time in a long while, his heart skips.

‘ive known him forever rin. hes such an amazing person and my best friend but he doesn like me that way. if i tell him im just gonna lose him as a friend and id rather we be friends than nothing at all’

The punctuation is atrocious, and the grammar is slightly questionable, but Kita smiles regardless. He carefully folds the paper again, placing it inside the envelope. He closes his locker and continues his evening routine of cleaning up and locking the club room.

Over the next hour as Kita cleans, his thoughts mull over the letter he had just received. The menial nature of the tasks relaxes him, gives him time to mull over this new information. Kita realizes that maybe he isn’t as perceptive as previously thought by his friends.

How can he have not seen that look in your eyes before? Softer than anything and directed only at him, now that he thinks about it. He ponders over your words, the insecurity and negativity behind them. He has never known you to be a negative person. You are endlessly optimistic and full of energy. You are so bright that Kita loves basking in it. He has known you for a very long time, and he is almost affronted that your budding romantic feelings were hidden from him for so long. Especially when Kita has made his courting intentions for you fairly clear.

He has not directly said anything. But he doesn’t think he was ever being discreet. But maybe he has been wrong in his approach. Maybe you hooking your arm with his when you walked to school in the morning, sharing lunches every day, permanently stealing a few of his choice hoodies were all friendly gestures on your part. While Kita has interpreted the gestures as romantic, it seems you have not felt the same heat behind those actions.

Kita has always walked the same route home, sometimes with Aran, sometimes with you, and sometimes on his own. Today he takes the walk alone, but he is not bothered. He has purpose in his mind, the red envelope in his hand, and his feet carry him all the way through the winding streets until he stops at your doorstep.

He smiles at the surprise in your eyes when you receive him at the door. He nearly coos at the fuzzy slippers on your feet, huge and with bunny ears on them, making your feet look twice their usual size. You are so cute. Kita scolds himself lightly, regretting that he had wasted so much time as your friend when maybe he could have spent it with you as his romantic partner. His girlfriend.

It has a nice ring to it, Kita decides.

“Shinsuke?” Your voice breaks his train of thought. The ‘what are you doing here’ is clear in your voice. Your eyes are wide and your face is questioning. There is a tinge of worry on your face, and Kita realizes that showing up unannounced may not have been the best idea. He isn’t sure what is going on in your head, but he quickly tries to quash your worries.

“Everything is fine.” Clear, direct, to the point. It’s Kita being Kita. “I’m here about something I found in my locker while closing up.”

He holds up the red envelope, and when you stare at it in confusion, he proceeds to open it and pull out the white paper. You take it when he offers it to you, unfolding it and reading the letter. If you can call it that.

Kita watches the color drain from your face, notices how the panic overtakes your features as you recognise the conversation printed in front of you. He feels his shoulders slump a little, lamenting the fact that you are truly scared about him finding out. What do you think he will do? Has Kita truly not made his intentions for you clear enough? He cannot help but self loathe in that moment, seeing the state you were in now.

“Shin-”

He doesn’t let you finish.

“If you will allow it, I would like to take you out for dinner this weekend. Will you be free on Saturday?”

You blink once, twice. Your mouth opens and closes. Kita is acutely reminded of a fish. He tries to tamp down his smile.

“R-really?”

He merely nods.

Slowly, life reinjects into your face. You seem to age in reverse before his very eyes. Your grip on the letter crinkles the paper slightly, and Kita reaches out to gently pry it from your hands and smooth it out. He stays quiet as you process his words. He thinks of hugging you, maybe even kissing you. But stops himself. Those are moments he will reserve for after your first date, after he has properly given you the best date of your dreams. So he keeps his eyes on the letter.

“Remind me to thank Suna for this letter.” He comments. “I must say, it’s the strangest confession letter I have ever received.”

There is a pause.

“You’ve received other confession letters?!”

[missmonsteruniverse]

~Valentine’s Treat~

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Head Cannon

Themes: Fluff💖 Nsfw🔥

(Warnings: ⚠️Adult Content⚠️ Penetration, knotting, Mentions of blood)

Monsters: Werewolf🐺, Vampire🧛🏻, Minotaur🐂, Naga🐍, Dragonborn🐉

~~~(Late to be a Valentine’s Day update, but hope you all had a wonderful Valentine’s Day)~~~

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~~~ It’s Valentine’s Day, a happy day. What does your monster lover have planned for you on this special occasion ~~~

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Your werewolf lover who’s so excited about today, that early morning he had gone out to buy your favorite coffee and a breakfast bagel sandwich along with your favorite flowers. Once he got home he went to the bedroom placing the things on the bedside table as he, leans over the bed coaxing you to awaken, as you wake up and sit up sleepily, you smile softly as he hands you your coffee and bagel sandwich. His tail happily sways as you enjoy your little breakfast. As you ate he set up a cozy and relaxed bath for you, candles lit, the bath water warm, filled with vanilla scented soaps. Throughout the day your werewolf lover, did little things for you, from the breakfast, flowers, warm bath, a cuddle session while watching movies to ordering your favorite food, sure it wasn’t a whole spontaneous experience but it was the thought that he did the best he could do for you that mattered the most.

As the sun started to set, you and your werewolf lover had a movie playing but it was long forgotten and simply in the background , as he had you straddling his lap, grinding you along his hard cock, whining out softly as he licked and nipped at your hard nipples. Your werewolf lover has you laying back on the sofa you legs resting over his furry shoulders as he thrusts into you in a frenzy, as he lets out little growls and whines of pleasure, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss, your lover thrusts once more as he is coming deep into you, to then push deeper knotting you with his knot. Burying his face into your neck he murmur a soft, “Happy Valentine’s Day”.

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Your vampire lover is such a romantic fucker, he had a whole spa session appointment set ready for you, from a body message, to a facial, to getting your hair done and makeup and of course a new manicure and pedicure. As you were out having your spa session he was at his estate setting up the dinning room, with red candles, either bouquets of red and white roses, with a bottle of your favorite wine, and in the kitchen, the lobster, steak, mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables cooked to perfection. Having rose petals streaming from the front door to the dinning room up to your shared bed room, where on the bed had a heart of rose petals, vanilla scented candles set around and more bouquets of white roses along with your favorite flowers. And a basket of goodies set on the bed. Everything was ready for tonight’s dinner he had prepared.

Once you enter your home you gasp softy at the sight of your vampire lover in a black suit, his red eyes shining with a gleam of happiness to seeing you so beautiful and well refreshed from your spa appointment, “welcome home my love” he murmurs with his deep voice as his arms wrap around your waist pulling you close, kissing you sweetly, “head to our room my love, dress into the dress I have laid out on the bed for you and join me in the dinning room”. As you enter the bed room you are greater with the basket of goodies, a gorgeous red dress and multiple bouquets of roses and your favorite flowers, you happily dress into the gown, and looked through the basket spotting beautiful earrings, your favorite snacks, skin care products and some makeup products.

You absolutely love the dinner your vampire lover prepared for you the atmosphere he created with the roses, candles along with the fireplace in the background crackling. After the wonderful dinner and a bottle of wine shared between the two of you, you both were in your shared room, he had you pushed up against the your dress pushed up with you legs wrapped around his waist, the bother you having a heated make out session. The next moment he has you on your shared bed, the both of you naked, he thrusting into you, his mouth on your breast sucking on it. With your permission he bites your neck his fangs puncturing as he drank your sweet blood as he fucked you. Pulling away from your neck slightly licking the slight blood he murmurs out to you, “you’re absolutely perfect my love, Happy Valentine’s Day”.

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Your Minotaur lover, this sweet gentle giant had no idea what Valentine’s Day was before getting in a relationship with you, but now he absolutely loved the holiday as for him the holiday was made just for you, that morning he cuddled you happily, gently kissing your neck as his large hands roamed over you body, gently gripping your soft flesh, murmuring softly, “I love you, happy Valentine’s Day”

It was afternoon as you were at the entrance of your shared cave home cooking some meat and roasted vegetables for lunch as you hear his steps as he returned your turn to him and see and flower crown he had made for you, you smile softly as you loved it. Wearing your flower crown, you both ate and spent the day by the river stream. You both laid on a fur blanket resting from swimming as your lover gently caresses your form.

Once the sun was setting your Minotaur lover takes you home to your shared cave home, walking past the entrance/kitchen area and past the vine like curtains into the open cave den, he walks around the privacy room divider and sets you gently down on the bed of furs. Beginning to kiss you as his hands undressed you. He pulls you to have your lower body off the bed, gently grinding his large cock against you awaiting entrance. Your Minotaur lover had a large stamina which you got used to over the course of your relationship with him, soon sitting against the headboard of the bed having you over him bouncing you along his length grunting softly and ears flicking ever so often as he watched you eagerly riding him. Leaning forward agianst his chest, sweaty and panting softly you feel his arms wrapping tightly around your body nuzzling his face into your neck murmuring sweetly, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweet flower”.

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Naga lover who lives in a temple in the outskirts of the village. From the first day of February you gushed about the whole day of Valentine’s Day, slightly hinting to your lover that as it was your first Valentine’s Day together as a couple you craved something cute, but to only receive his nonchalant hiss, on the day of Valentine’s Day you went to his temple in the morning hoping for at least some flowers and quality time to spend the day together but he wasn’t even home, laying on his bed you sigh sadly, ending up falling asleep.

As it was the afternoon you roll slightly on the bed as you felt something tickling your nose, and once again, slowly sitting up you stretch opening your eyes you look around letting a small gasp out, the marble pillars were covered with twisting vines with flowers on them, candles scattered around creating a warm ambience, vases of roses round the room, “Happy Valentine’s Day” your hear your naga lover speak lowly with a hint of blush on his face, turning to look at him you smile as he held a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your lover also set up a lavish bath for you to share together, the water warm, the scent of strawberries filling the room, the sound of the water fountain in the background.

Sitting over the silk sheets of his bed, your lover massaged rose petal scented body oil over your skin, kneading your muscles, slowly caressing the flesh of your thighs. With the soft hum of your voice your lover dips his head down kissing your thighs moving closer to where you craved him most, but moves to kiss your hip bone smirking at the slight sound of your protest. He then is continuing to kiss up to your chest, then to your lips, nestling his hips close to your own hips he begins to gently grind to coax his slit to open to reveal his two cocks to you. Letting out soft hisses he thrusts the larger of his lengths into you thrusting into the warmth of you, In the sweet embrace of you he lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, gently kissing at your thigh to then biting down at the feeling of your hand coming to jerk his other length. At the end of the passion he lays down on the bed, still hilted deep within you, his coils wrapping around you, absorbing the warmth you are, laying there in each others arms in a blissful silence he spoke out softly, “Hope I made up for making you think I wasn’t going to do nothing for you on this special day, Happy Valentine’s Day my precious warmth”.

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Your Dragon born lover who owns a jewelry shop in the city, he creates his own jewelry, and has a large variety of gems, on Valentine’s Day your lover keeps the shop closed wanting to spend the special day with you, he reserved a table for you both to have dinner, at a fancy roof top garden restaurant, as your getting ready your dragon born lover comes up behind you whispering how beautiful you looked as he then moved to gently put on a golden choker and shoulder chains decorated with the gem of your birth month. You gasp out softly as you look at the beautiful jewelry from the mirror, “you made this” you murmur softly. “One of a kind, just for you” your lover murmured softly to you turning you around his clawed hands on your hips, “Beautiful” he speaks out.

As the both of you sit at your table enjoying your meal, and each other’s company, you both relish at the fireworks that were released into the sky, the dinner was delicious, his gift beautiful, as you could only imagine the work he put into created the one of a kind design of the jewelry, but above all the fact of just spending the day with your lover was the best.

Back home in your shared room your lover gently removes your dress, as he speaks softly, “you know you looked absolutely beautiful with the your new jewelry, and with your pretty dress at dinner tonight, but now all I want is to see you riding my cock wearing the pretty jewels I made for you”. Smiling softly you move reaching up hugging you lover, kissing his jaw, Next moment he picks you up wrapping my legs around his waist move towards the bed, sitting down to have you straddle him. The heat of the night picks up as you both share passionate kisses, as he also nipped love marks over your chest and jaw. You gently push him back to lay on the bed grinding along his ridged and bumpy length, coating it with your arousal, gripping your hips your lover watched eagerly as you guided him into you, taking his large size fully. With the both of you letting out moans of pleasure, you begin with a gentle grinding movement, to a then more urgent bouncing pace. Your lover lets out sweet praises to you, watching your every movement, your jewelry slightly jingling.

At the end of your throes of passion with your lover, you settle down laying on his frame, both of you panting slightly, wrapping his warms around you he spoke, “gods I love you, Happy Valentine’s Day my treasure”.

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[1000plants]

Holidays - Valentines

Bucky Barnes x reader (GN)

Summary: An accidental series centered around the various holidays with my beloved Bucky Barnes  

Warnings- Soft!Bucky (a warning bc oh god I love him he's a cutie patootie), my overuse of italics and commas. 

Word count- 1.2k

Author's Note- Happy (late) Valentine's day! Hope you  are all having a lovely day <3 I was gonna try to have this done on time but college kicked my ass and I decided I’d rather spend my valentines night with my amazing girlfriend lol xoxo

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“No, Bucky, seriously,” The words tumbled out of your mouth quicker than you planned, a few incoherent words sputtered out until you got them under control again, “sweethart, it’s beautiful, I love it.”

You placed your hand on his arm for a moment, giving it a gentle squeeze before you let your mind take in the room again. This valentines day was supposed to be simple, considering you had been in a “will they/ wont they” relationship with him since about November. Nothing was even fully confirmed until that new year's party!

Though, Bucky apparently hadn't shared the same sentiment of keeping it simple.

“Are you sure?” Bucky nervously asked, brows pulled tightly together as he studied the way you turned your head around the room. You hadn't ever heard this level of vulnerability in him before, his voice was low and slightly gravely. He hadn't spoken much since he knocked on your door and asked you to join him in the living room.

“It’s… wow,” You mumbled, eyes jumping from decoration to decoration, trying to take it all in. There were balloons on one side of the room, pinned up against the floor to ceiling windows that spelled “LOVE” in red kevlar. In the same type of balloon, hearts were floating up to the ceiling, just a few feet above Bucky’s head with white ribbons dropping down from them.

The couch was decorated with the normal valentines decor that Pepper always set out, simple heart shaped throw pillows and white fluffy blankets draped over it. Alpine curled up tightly on the back of the couch, almost hiding in the fuzz. On the small coffee table in the center was a large vase of your favorite flowers, neatly trimmed and clearly from a nice florist and not just the local corner store. There were valentines themed garland strung around the walls, small pink and red hearts tied together with white twine against one of the other walls. Rose petals scattered on the coffee table (one had very distinct teeth marks from a certain feline), forming a heart around the vase.

It was really sweet of Bucky to do, truly! But, it seemed a bit much considering how long the two of you had been together. It seemed Alpine could read your mind, she uncurled her body and stretched dramatically.

“I just, know, wasn't expecting so much, Buck…” You admit, turning around towards him with a soft smile on your face. You glance at Alpine, scratching behind her ear for a moment before she jumped off the couch and trotted up to Bucky

She had been watching the whole thing unfurl, from Bucky setting it all up hours ago, to Sam and Steve doing damage control, to Bucky anxiously dragging you in. She had been silently watching it the whole time.

Bucky scooped up Alp in his arms almost the moment she came to his leg, “I know, that's my fault,” he nods, mirroring your smile when it was clear you weren't truly upset.

“It felt like a big day, and…” Bucky trailed off slightly, clearing his throat as he looked at you. You took a step closer to him, the biggest block between you being the cat. His eyes were a beautiful blue that you could get lost in, but you could see the way they flickered as he focused on each of your eyes, taking in the rest of your face as he did so. He swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing, “I wanted you to feel special.”

It was impossible to hold back the stupid grin that spread across your face. He wanted you to feel special? 

Didn't he know that the way your heart fluttered was because you knew he cared? Didn't he know that your brain kinda stopped working every time he silently held the door open or grabbed your coat for you? Did he know you never felt like anything less?

“I do feel special,” You murmured softly, a small laugh bubbling up. Alpine let out a small huff, the sound seemed too big for her little body, “What?” you chuckle, both you and Bucky looking down at her.

Alpine just blinked, the amount of sass in her gaze was absolutely unmatched. BUcky grinned, shifting her weight to one of his arms and petting her with the other. She almost immediately started to purr and melt into his hold. Oh, she was definitely a daddy's girl. Spoiled fuckin’ rotten.

“She’s jealous,” Bucky answers under his breath. You could feel his gaze on you as you continued to pet Alpine.

“She’s pissed realizing you did all of this for me and not her,” You laugh, glancing at Bucky then behind you to the bouquet. One of the flowers in there was a lili, both you and Bucky were completely aware they were dangerous to cats, but Alpine did not eat plants.

She merely decided they deserved to be on the floor instead.

Bucky laughed, a fuller laugh that caused Alp to shake slightly. She only tolerated him doing that, anyone else and she’d leave. He nodded with your statement, “I had to put sticky tack on the vase,” he explains, corners of his eyes crinkling as he talks, “She was hellbent on knockin’ ‘em over.”

You playfully narrowed your eyes at Bucky, shaking your head as if scolding him, “Because they belong on the floor, obviously!” you tease. Alpine seemed to get the hint that she was outnumbered in this, and squirmed out of Bucky's arms. She landed with a graceful thunk on the ground, silently tip-tapping her way back to the coffee table.

“... and she’s gonna try again-!” Bucky quickly realized, stepping around you quickly to grab Alpine before she could jump onto the table again.

He vaguely plops her back down in the doorway of the living room, she glares at him for a moment before doing a slow blink. She then ducks her head to look at you, you give her a challenging look back in return. You raise your eyebrow, both of you in a silent battle that makes Bucky roll his eyes. Alpine acquiesces, with a slow blink and flick of her fluffy tail she stalks out of the room. Presumably to go bother Steve for a second dinner.

“She’s a little hellion,” you murmur, rubbing your face as Bucky closes the distance between the two of you. His arms wrap around your waist, pressing a light kiss to your temple. Your body relaxes into his.

“Mmh,” he hums in agreement, pressing his nose against your neck. You both stood there for a moment before he spoke again, “you sure the room isnt too much? ‘Cause I have a dinner planned too.” he mumbles.

You laugh in disbelief, hands on his biceps as you pull back to look at him, “I thought we were keeping it simple this year?”

Bucky shrugs, a slight smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, “This is simple, darling.”

“Barnes, I swear…” You jokingly huff, eyes rolling. Your protests and following complaints were cut off as his lips pressed against yours. It was gentle and sweet. You grin against his lips, meeting his movements which stayed slow.

There it was…

Simple.

[biocrafthero]

Posting my card analyses I wrote in discord about the cards

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The stem of the glass makes the apple also look like a wine glass or a chalice

water looks like blood

DNA helix has red and blue colors on the two ends and nothing in the middle (red and blue appear all over this set and the helix is a new piece of symbolism for n25)

The apple in the water links back to all previous apple symbolism in the game. The skin of the apple is slightly peeled off

Mafuyu is the only one wearing this amount of white. By contrast, Kanade is wearing the most amount of black (more on that later)

Back to the cracking glass, its likely that Mafuyu would fall into the water(?) if it broke

Mafuyu is looking at the apple in the water. Based off of previous cards, this is probably meant to imply that she was the one who dropped it into the water

Mafuyu's card is the only one that isn't listed to the side by 45 degrees

The ferris wheel has wings on it, similar to symbolism from the Immiscible Discord event (another Kanade focus)

The ferris wheel, along with the shadows in the backgound, look fake. It looks like a shadow cast by a stained glass window, the spaces between the spokes of the wheel colored with an alternating red and blue palette

Kanade and Mafuyu's cards have balloons with strings. In Ena and Rin's cards the balloons don't have strings

Thank you to oomf for rotating the card for me btw

She is the only character seen holding onto any of the balloons. The string is highlighted with purple the closer it gets to her hand

Clocktower in the background has the hour hand at 1

Kanade is wearing the outfit with the most amount of black in it, contrasting with Mafuyu's outfit

The distortion effects on the card make it almost feel nightmarish

Kanade is wearing a specific kind of accesory called finger armor. Usually, the points of them are very sharp. This puts her in a very specific role in this setting, where she is the only character who wields something sharp in a world of fragile things (sharp objects popping balloons)

More bug symbolism on clothing, again like the Kana3 event's trained cards

Her expression is a really spiteful looking one. It's somewhere between angry and determined, so I'm choosing the emotion of spite to describe it. She never makes faces like this, only during Main Story and Kana3 was she ever in an emotional state like this

Some other things I brought up is the blood/water from Mafuyu's card reminding me of the saying "blood is thicker than water", the full saying being "the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb" which is meant to say that the bonds we create with other people will always be stronger than the familial bonds we are born into

The carnival/theme park setting also feels like its calling back to how in Mafu3 we learn that she got lost one time at Phoenix Wonderland as a child

The nightmarish appearance of Kanade's card thematically contrasts with the dreamlike nature of the memory that Mafuyu recalls during Mafu2

A friend pointed out that the ferris wheel's shadow in Mafuyu's card, paired alongside the bug in the center, makes it look like the bug is caught in a web

This Rin card is likely Rin witnessing Kanade passing out onto the floor due to Kanade overworking herself (like she did back in the flashback during Kana2)

This card from a valentines event parallels the Mafuyu card

This card is likely Ena attempting to get Kanade to eat/drink something so that she doesn't collapse again. Kanade as usual seems to be trying to wave off the kind gesture because of how little she values her well-being and how much she prioritizes composing. What I like is that, while Ena does look annoyed at Kanade, she shows a lot of concern for her (its very noticeable with the position of her eyebrows trust me)

Rin's pose here reminds me of those tiny ballerina figurines inside of music boxes

I don't have much to say about Ena's card either but I really like her expression. It makes me curious as to her role in this event....

Event logo is very similar to the logo for Immiscible Discord. Someone on instagram posted about this so I'll try and repeat their points

The glitching effects are very similar (obviously the colors are similar because its the colors of all the unit members)

The lines on the music sheets are all covered with glitch effects. As shown with her frustration

The apple is behind the music lines (idk correct term sorry) to show that Mafuyu's heart is unreachable

The music lines are wavering but steady out near the end. While the main obstacle is not overcame, focus has been regained

Anyways here's all of the leaks we have at the time of me posting this that other people uploaded to here (including the song and 2dmv) I will now promptly explode

[thanksbutno98]

The Day After

John Price x fem!reader OC

Authors note: sorry this is so short. I started my new job this week and the hours are a lot longer so I’m adjusting and trying to find time to write.

Summary: John Price, the loving devoted husband he is forgets Valentine’s Day.

Warning: sexual themes, swearing, not edited.

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“Okay, I’ve got flowers, chocolates, and her favorite takeaway.” John spoke to himself nervously as he pulled up the driveway to your family home. Reaching into the back seat he pulled out a small gift bag decorated in pink and red hearts with white tissue paper peaking out.

With the bags in hand John put on his most charming smile, got out of his truck, and walked through the back door to see his four year old daughter sitting at the kitchen table. Evelyn was coloring in a large heart with the words ‘happy valentine’s day’ at the top of the sheet. It was computer paper meaning you had gone out of your way to print it off for her to color. That was most definitely a dig.

John had forgotten what yesterday was and was confused why you were giving him the cold shoulder. It didn’t occur to John that it was Valentine’s Day, to him it was just a normal Tuesday. He didn’t have to be on base that day so he saw it as his chance to lounge around in his boxers and watch tv, which is what he did until he left to pick his children up from school.

When John picked Evelyn and Jj up he had a glass shattering moment. At pick up he saw his daughter dressed in pink sparkly leggings, a red sweater, and a head band that had antennas with two sparkly hearts and then his own heart dropped. Jj went on and on about the candy he’d gotten and how his teacher wore a headband like Evelyn’s but John could barely listen as he loaded his kids into the car. Checking his phone quickly to see the date, February 14th John felt his stomach drop.

John’s mind went straight to damage control and how he could convince you he didn’t forget Valentine’s Day. Then he thought back to laying on the couch in a crew neck and boxers, when you asked him if he had any plans today. John had said ‘no’ then asked if you’d make him breakfast.

It was too late for him to convince you he didn’t forget and he came to terms with that on the drive home. You’d been ignoring him all day and he was a bit surprised you had taken the day off and let him sleep in. When you gave him breakfast John noticed it was burnt to hell and how you curtly said ‘yep’ when he thanked you. John didn’t want to say anything because you seemed to be having an off day and like the good husband he saw himself as he didn’t want to add to it. Now John knew he was the reason your mood was so sour.

Stopping on the way home John grabbed the last bouquet of flowers at the local shop, they were black roses and wilting and quite ugly. The irony of them being black wasn’t lost on John and he was okay that these might be a symbol of his soon approaching demise. Your favorite candies were out of stock, the crisps you liked no where to be found, even the icecream was barren the flavors left being your least favorite. That’s when John realized he was totally screwed. His lack of planning was biting him in the ass and he deserved the wrath you were going to give him later that night.

Evelyn and Jj were no help. The two of them bending John’s ear and asking how he could forget. They went on to say you made them heart shaped pancakes for breakfast with strawberry milk and asking if he didn’t get any. John thought back to the burnt toast, scorched eggs, and cold tea. Even his favorite section of the newspaper was absent from the pages and you most definitely took it out to spite him.

Evelyn told John how you put a pretty heart shaped card in her lunch box and Jj said he had gotten one too. Jj snarkily told his father that clearly he didn’t deserve heart shaped pancakes or a card because he hurt your feelings. It was a blaring reminder that his children adored you and they didn’t hide how applauded they were at John for snubbing you.

When the three of them got home Evelyn flew through the house to find you upstairs. Jj just kept shaking his head at John and reminding him how ugly the flowers were. John couldn’t do right by anyone.

John approached you in your bedroom with the god awful flowers and you scoffed at him. Taking them and tossing them in the trash in the bathroom. John tried to apologize but you told him you wanted space so John went and sulked on the couch until dinner. Dinner was silent and you batted John away two more times, telling him to leave you be.

By the end of the night your two children who had been glued to you had fallen asleep in your bed after watching a movie; leaving John to sleep on the couch. John had continuously apologized especially after you had given him his present. You tossed it in his lap as he sat on the couch and then went upstairs without a word to watch that movie with Evelyn and Jj. You’d wrapped up a risqué set of lingerie and fluffy set of red handcuffs, with a note that said

‘You’re in charge tonight, Captain.’

John felt even more like a prick because he’d been dropping hints that you two should do something to spice up the bedroom. You two had flirted about bringing handcuffs in for a try and you’d give him a lap dance. John should have suspected you’d surprise him with this on Valentine’s Day if he’d actually remembered the date.

Thats how John found himself with bags of your favorite things and two dozen roses as he stood in the back doorway of your home. Now it was February 15th and with a sore back from sleeping on the couch John was ready to grovel for your forgiveness.

“Those ones are a lot prettier.” Evelyn chimed from the kitchen table, putting her crayon down. She quickly looked away as John cut his eyes at her.

You were standing at the kitchen island putting away the leftovers from dinner. John had texted you not to eat with the kids so you didn’t. Kicking his shoes off John placed the takeaway, gift bag, and flowers on the kitchen island in front of you. Then swiftly pecked you on the cheek and ran his finger down your spine.

“Happy Valentines Day.” John whispered in your ear leaving another kiss to your cheek.

Taking the single pink rose he walked over to his snarky daughter, handing her the single rose he’d bought her. It had Evelyn giggling and kicking her feet. For you, seeing John be sweet to your daughter had your heart fluttering. You felt guilty for being so petty the previous night. Throwing the flowers away in front of John felt cruel and you hated how your stubbornness won out and influenced you to stay mad instead of communicating that you felt forgotten and disappointed.

Your anger had dissipated greatly after a phone call to your father to rant. Like usual your dad made light of the situation until you were frustrated and then he gave you some very wise advice. Telling you most women would kill for a husband as involved, dedicated, loyal, and most of all one who takes initiative. That it was clearly a mistake and if you wanted to crucify John for it to go ahead. But it could lead to John being equally as hard on you in the future if you were to make a similar mistake. Would it truly make you feel better to reject his love and effort now when that’s what you truly wanted yesterday?

The way John always looked so handsome in his camouflage quarter zip and matching cargo pants did something to you. How he tucked in his shirts, the way his belt accentuated his v-shaped waist, how his large muscular biceps bulged being confined in the fabric. Your husband was mesmerizing especially after bringing you two dozen roses, your favorite food, and being a gentleman to your daughter. It made the sting dissipate greatly.

“Thanks daddy.” Evelyn sang the words and sniffed the flower as John placed a quick kiss to the top of her head.

“How was your day, darling?” John was back by your side giving you a calm reluctant smile. His large hand was caressing your back lovingly and you couldn’t deny how good it felt.

“Fine. I see you’ve come to make peace.” Your sweet smile and kind eyes had John blinking in surprise. He wasn’t expecting humor, John thought you’d continue giving him the cold shoulder or have something snarky to say.

“So does this mean daddy gets some of the cookies we made? Cuz I think meanies shouldn’t get cookies.” Both John and your faces dropped at Evelyn’s sass. You two shared a look that communicated ‘threes a crowd.’

“Evelyn, how about I handle your father. Go hang out with Jj in the living room.” Your words were a bit sharp. It had your daughter falling in line but she’d have to give you a bit of a fight.

“Okay, fineee.” Evelyns exasperated sigh being so cute you had to stifle a giggle while John rolled his eyes. She dramatically grabbed her crayon, snatched her paper up and left her rose on the table.

“No doubt she’s my daughter.” You quietly joked to John who snickered at your remark. Your charm was helping quell his nervousness. He couldn’t help but stare at you and how beautiful you looked with your hair down wearing leggings and an old faded t-shirt. The guilt John felt for letting you down yesterday when all he wanted to do was spoil you rotten made his chest tight.

“Can you put my rose in water and leave it on my dresser. It has to be next to my lamp so it gets light.” Evelyn asked John who nodded in acknowledgment. He didn’t have the heart to break it to her that her lamp would do nothing to keep that rose alive longer.

“Sure. Give this to your brother please.” John handed Evelyn a king sized candy bar as Jj’s valentines present from him.

“Think he’ll share it?” Evelyn asked, eyes going wide at how big the chocolate bar was.

“You know he will, now run along.” You said with a grin, nudging your head toward the door.

You looked on expectantly as Evelyn slowly walked out of the kitchen. She was dragging her feet and giving you her cutest face hoping you’d ask her to stay but you didn’t. Once out of sight you heard her huff rather annoyed and then her feet could be heard padding against the hardwood of the hall to the living room.

John had been staring at you the entire time looking uncharacteristically timid. You had been so cold yesterday the fact you seemed back to normal was confusing to the poor man. John knew you as a forgiving person but even he knew forgetting Valentine’s Day was a huge fuck up. You were always so sweet and thoughtful any holiday that he strived to be as romantic but he failed miserably yesterday.

“Im so sorry about yesterday.” It was clear how sincerely sorry your husband was but it still stung that he had forgotten Valentine’s Day. His blue eyes were turned down at the corners while his hand continued to stroke your back lovingly.

“I know.” You said evenly as you opened the chocolates John placed on the counter and ate one.

Carefully John watched you pull the tissue paper from the gift bag to reveal the massage oils, bath salts, a candle he’d purchased and the mini bottle of champagne. The card inside was next and he felt slightly relieved to see a small smile spread across your face.

‘You’re in charge tonight, Darling. Your wish is my command.’

The note had you grinning. John used your similar message only he decorated the small white card in crudely drawn hearts with pink high lighter. His note lacked the sexual undertone and was quite sappy with how many X’s and O’s he signed it with.

“How can I make it up to you? I feel awful.” John had inched his way closer. Wrapping his strong arms around you and tucking you under his broad shoulder, he whispered in your ear. He smelled of his comforting woodsy cologne and oaky beard oil that he knew you loved.

“A full body massage would be nice. But first the kitchen needs a scrub down. There’s dishes too. So once I’m done with that.” You buried your face in the crook of John’s shoulder and melted into his embrace. His chest was warm and it felt safe being held in his arms as if he were enveloping your body in his much larger one.

“Let me go run you a bath and I’ll get right to it, let me pamper you. And don’t worry about the laundry or kids I’ve got it covered.” John kissed your forehead, squeazed you tight and went to leave.

Swiftly you caught John by the elbow and pulled him to look at you. Taking his bearded face in your palms your thumbs stroked his cheeks and you gave him a soft yet loving smile.

“You act like you don’t normally help me with that stuff. You’re an amazing husband and father. Always offering a helping hand, never needing me to ask you to do things, you just do them. And when I do ask you’re so willing, it blows my mind sometimes. One mistake isn’t going to cause a big fight but can you promise you’ll make it up to me next year?” You’d practiced what you wanted to say all day in your head and it felt good telling John you weren’t mad at him anymore.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight, and this Saturday because I got a sitter and I’ll be whisking you away. And next Valentine’s Day I’m gonna knock your socks of, that’s a promise.” John squished your face between his palms and planted a big obnoxiously loud kiss to your lips.

You laughed and tried to pull away only for John to hold you in place and start planting kiss after kiss to your lips and cheeks. Through the laughter you were able to push John away and catch your breath.

“See, even when you mess up you show up and do your best to course correct. I knew there was a reason I married you.” It was an easy confession and you loved seeing that confident, charming smile back on your husband’s bearded face.

“And there’s countless reasons I married you. Now pour yourself that champagne, enjoy your favorite food, and I’ll go run you a bath.” With a firm smack to your ass that made you yelp John walked backwards out of the room giving you a flirtatious wink.

“I love you, John.” You called after him only to giggle at how he poked his head back in the kitchen.

“I love you too and I’ll love you for the rest of my days, and a little after that.” With a confident smile John disappeared upstairs to start your very well deserved night of pampering.

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ძᥲᥡ 2 ~ һᥙmіᥣіᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒ + 𝗍ᥡіᥒg ᥙ⍴ [EVENT]

Yandere! Blade x FEM! Reader

–genre. Smut, nsfw

–tw. Blood, skin carving, humiliation, skin writing, non-con, creampie, sadist!blade, spanking, porn with plot(maybe), size difference, stomach bulge, choking, overstimulation, possessive behaviors, blade is called ren, mentions of the hard R in the beginning, neglect, degradation, reader is blades reincarnated lover, prone bone, MINORS DNI, non consensual touching, nipple play, SW and Kafka is helping blade, headlocking, dub-con, blood,

–synopsis. You've been kidnapped by the swordsman of the Stellaron Hunters and brought to their headquarters. It's Valentine's Day and he planned something special.

Mari/yai's message – just know i was very uncomfortable with writing this. I've been drawing lately so it's been a while.

You were tied up in the basement of the Stellaron Hunters headquarters. You were just walking down the streets of luofu till you were grabbed into an alleyway and a cloth covering your mouth and then you inhaled chloroform, passing out into the person's(or thing) arm. When your captor brought you back to where they lived, they introduced themselves as Blade but he told you to call him ren.

Blade. As in the wanted criminal and part of the Stellaron Hunters?

After a while he got tired of your useless attempts at escaping (mostly snitched on by Kafka or Silverwolf by telling blade you escaped.), and then forcefully forced himself onto you. After that he left you.

He would come back occasionally if Kafka told him so if he didn't want you to die. He would bring you clothes and food to keep you alive and helped you take care of your hygiene. You didn't eat in front of him and just pretend to be asleep most of the time in the corner of the mattress.

You tried talking to him but couldn't since your stuttering held you back and you couldn't make eye contact with him since he fiery red eyes would stare into your soul, stunning it immediately.

He brought you stuff like a note book to draw or use it as a diary. Since you barely could get your words out, you wrote ‘Why did you kidnap me?’ on a page. He only muttered the word “Lover” and left it at that.

Well today was Valentine's day as you'd know by the calendar beside your bed. You still didn't love him or let yourself develop Stockholm Syndrome. If you could tell, he hated it.

You behaved well for the days, months, or even years he captured you. He let you out of your ropes and lets you walk around the basement. Various furniture was added like a desk that faced a window(that was very hard to break), a bed set, and a built in shower.

Silver Wolf gave the glory to Blade that he can have one of her old games but he decided to give it to you so you wouldn't be as bored when he went.

Kafka came down and called out for you. You raised your head from your pillow and looked at her with sleepy doe eyes. “C'mon dearie, Blade will be home soon and he has something planned for you.” she grabbed your forearm and dragged you to the bathroom and ran you a bath as if you were her child. She helped you shave your legs(and everywhere else including pubic) and did your hair into something simple. She gave you pink Valentine's Day themed lingerie undergarments to put underneath the white lace night gown.

You wished you knew why Blade suggested Kafka to give you this. The clothes fit you nicely. Your mind was all over the place as you thought about how Blade got the correct measurements of your bra and panties.

Kafka led you out of the bathroom and back to your bed and went back up stairs and came back down with a low black gift box. She skied the top off the box to reveal red ribbons. The box was branded so it must've been from a sex store or somewhere that was expensive. You thought it was for your hair otherwise it's weird to come in a box like that.

Kafka placed her hands behind her back and closed her eyes and let out a pitiful sigh. “I'm sorry, dear.” Before you could turn around something rough and hard hit the back of your head. It put you to sleep on impact.

She dragged your body to your bed and threw you on your bed, grabbing the ribbon and tied it tightly around your legs and wrist. The extras went around your waist and torso. You were truly a beautiful doll. She wrapped soft cloth around your mouth and eyes. Just breathe through

She left the room and as if on cue, Blade stepped through the door. In his deep voice, he spoke. “Did you do what I asked?” Kafka nodded her head and gave off her signature smile. “I did but I had to neutralize her because she was struggling too much for my comfort.” she was obviously lying. He could obviously tell too.

He stepped his way to the basement where you were. He heard distant whimpering and sobs which were coming from you. He reached you and noticed your squirming. Your breath hitched as you heard boots stepping your way. The ribbons were hurting way too much to even ignore for a bit.

“Hey waterlily, It's really disappointing how you didn't behave for her.” he breathed. “You should be punished for that. I see she did most of the work.” you heard something slam on the nightstand next to your bed.

He hooked his finger underneath the blindfold to reveal your doe stricken eyes.

His lips lifted into a smirk while he trailed his bandaged fingers from your face to your collarbone. He noticed your squirming got more vapid. You shook your head as you didn't want him to continue.

His hand ripped the strap that was holding the gown, revealing your covered breast. Your face felt as if it was burning from embarrassment. He pushed you onto your back and got on top of you. Your muffled protests became unheard as he grabbed scissors and cut the straps from your bra, removing it, and revealing your tits.

“You look like a slut... Begging for someone's attention.” he laughed. “That someone's attention you want is me.” he dug into his pants pocket and pulled out a knife and a permanent marker.

He slid the knife down your torso, the force was enough for it to draw blood. He leaned down and lapped at the blood while maintaining eye contact with you. Tears ran down your face and dried ones were replaced.

He fully discarded your dress and panties and threw them somewhere on the bed or ground. He used his gloved hand to finger you. Your slick immediately gathering on his hand. “Has all this fear got to you? I would've mistaken you for being a masochist, y'know.”

He unbuckled his pants and slid down his boxers that revealed his large, thick throbbing dick. It was flushed red at the tip and a white bead of precum was drooling from the slit. He thrusted two fingers into your cunt. He wanted to prep you since it's been a while since he had done anything with you. The stimulation was overwhelming. You desperately tried to kick him away but he grabbed your waist and replaced his finger with his dick rubbing against your pussy. Your juices covered the downside of his dick.

He leaned back to position his dick between your pussy lips. He thrusted up into your pussy, hitting your spongy spot on impact. A little blood covered his dick as well. A bulge would pop up with each thrust of his hips. Your scream was muffled and you leaned your head back on the pillow. You were biting at the cloth that was covering your mouth. It was covered in your saliva as well.

Blade hooked a finger underneath the cloth and pulled it down. Your breathing was harsh in a way that if it was cold, air would come from your mouth. As his thrusts started to pick up and your juices webbed his whole dick, he picked the knife back up and started to engrave a letter below your tits. The letter was his initial, the letter ‘B’. The icy hot pain was all over your body(it wasn't but it felt like it but mainly between your thighs), Blade licked the blood up, enjoying the metallic iron taste from it. His dick landed painful hits to your cervix, making you grimace at the feeling.

During that, yelps, whines, and moans were heard through the basement. If you were loud enough, Kafka and Silver Wolf would hear.

His thrust got more erratic. His thrusts were sure that by the time he finished your pussy would be gapping open and molded into the shape of his cock. You tried to cover your moans by turning your head to the side and trying to muffle them as much as possible. Blade was quick to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together as he got up in your face while looking at your unfocused eyes filled with tears. He trailed his eyes down back to where he drew the letter below your tits.

He slowly itched a small cross(which was a plus sign,) and after a while, he carved your first name initials after. It looked like those cheesy trends where it shows what initials are meant to be for example; B + Y. He did all of this while keeping his thrusts while you squirted your juices onto his lower abdomen and cock. He grabbed the permanent marker and drew a small heart around the heart.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and squished you against his chest. He rocked his hips back and forth and wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you steady. “You are such a slut. Nothing but my cum dump.” The cold permanent marker touched your skin, sending shivers down your spine and to your core. He wrote a few words like “CUMDUMP”, ”SLUT”, and “Blades/ren's property” on your back. He placed a few humiliating words on your collarbone so anyone could see it and also remind him what you are to him.

You pussy clenched around his dick, signaling your. “You wanna cum, yeah? Then cum. Cum for me.” he said between grunts. Your string of moans and mewls of being overstimulated, he released his cum inside you. Your stomach was slightly bloated and thick, sticky cum leaked out of your cunt and onto the bedsheets(it had little bubbles in them and stuck together like a spider web).

Blade was quick to flip you onto your stomach with your ass in the air. He grabbed the knife and released your wrist from the ropes binding them together. Your wrists were finally able to breathe. His rough hands grab at your wrist, pulling them to make you arch your back further.

He angled his cock back at your entrance, pushing his hips forward and his cum and your juices acting together as a secondary lube. The movement of his hips grew faster as time passed.

He leaned down to where his chest was touching your back. He resumed his torcher and thrust into you so hard he could break into your cervix and split you apart. His hand snaked up to your neck, squeezing it slightly so it wasn't hard enough to stop your breath. He used it to angle your head so he could kiss you. You moaned into his mouth and drooled all over his tongue.

His thrust started to get sloppy and he felt your breath get harsher from you breathing through your mouth. He wrapped both of his thick bulging arms around your neck, placing you in a loose headlock. A hand slipped down and tugged at your nipple. You released the kiss as you tried to get your breath back by sticking your tongue out. He placed a loud smack on your ass which made you come on his dick, stunning you.

He came inside you for the second time. You don't know how long he'll be doing this for as you feel his dick hardened inside you.

;(

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Confidentiality - Chapter 5. - yandere!ATEEZ OT8 x f!reader

Introduction: Joining a peer support group for mentally ill was a good idea for the last two times you were there. Then it's only natural for the third time to go well too, right?

Pairings: yandere!Hongjoong x reader, yandere!Seonghwa x reader, yandere!Yunho x reader, yandere!Yeosang x reader, yandere!San x reader, yandere!Mingi x reader, yandere!Wooyoung x reader, yandere!Jongho x reader

T/W: This story will include talk about mental health struggles such as body dysmorphia, paranoid thoughts and more. Possessive and obsessive behavior, stalking. Dark themes are to be expected.

A/N: Forgive me; this chapter is absolute shit! Publishing this makes me feel very ashamed and disappointed in myself. I hate this so much, but it's probably the best what I can do right now. I hope I didn't let you down and hope you won't lose your interest for this story because of this chapter. Also, this chapter has only Mingi (finally), Jongho, and the stalker, whoever that might be. I swear the story won't be about Jongho all the time although he's been in a lot of chapters, since he is important at the beginning. I hope I'm not wasting your time with this, and that at least someone will find this enjoyable :,) Thank you for reading!

Word count: 4 641

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“Is this really necessary?” 

“Just take my hand. How do you think the stalker is going to notice we’re in a relationship otherwise?” 

At Jongho’s question, you began to ponder. The stalker would notice anyway that there was something supposedly between you and Jongho, so why did you have to hold hands with him? 

Nonetheless, you grabbed Jongho’s warm hand, intertwining your fingers together. It was supposed to look romantic and make everyone think you were two lovebirds flying on cloud 9, but it looked most likely awkward. That’d work too, you supposed. After all, the first stages of relationships sometimes felt embarrassing. 

“Fake relationship, remember.” 

Jongho scoffed, “Do you think I’d be in a real relationship with you?” 

That hurt. You had been rejected before by romantic and platonic interests, but none of them had talked to you like you were a repulsive, filthy animal looming in the sewers. 

“No...” 

He just glanced at you as you gave your dejected reply. It was clearly not in his interest to make you feel loved, but it was probably better for him to be brutally honest, than fool you into thinking the act of being a couple wasn’t just pretending. 

“I hope the performance won’t be a waste of our time,” Jongho murmured. 

It had been his idea to go together to a Valentine’s Day event the city had arranged. What could be more romantic than holding hands and watching awful music performances by unknown wannabe artists while freezing to death? 

The stage in front of you was decorated with red paper hearts and white balloons in a bad taste, being a shameful insult to art. Maybe it was supposed to get people on festive mood yet it only gave everyone who looked at it a headache. You were already feeling anxious to have so many people around you in the audience, but you had to endure it; Jongho had demanded you to stay with him for your own safety. The moment you’d leave his sight, the stalker could strike.  

Just then, you saw a familiar person step on the stage with overflowing confidence. 

“Is that... Mingi?” you murmured in shock, more to yourself than Jongho. 

The man holding your hand couldn’t answer to you. Jongho was usually so calm and collected, so it amused you greatly to see him, lips parted and eyes wide, trying to make sense out of the sight in front of him. 

“Mingus Dingus in the house! Fix on!” 

A couple people from the crowd cheered at his arrival. The rest of the audience, at least 70 people, were whispering to each other and wondering who Mingi was. 

“Apparently, this poor excuse of a city doesn’t have enough money to use on events anymore.” 

“Yeah. I have no idea who this is. Possibly some homeless man, that they found from the streets and promised to give dinner money to if he performed.” 

You heard a couple men next to you talk poorly about Mingi, which made your heart ache. Mingi didn’t seem like a bad person, completely opposite actually. He was passionate about his music and had both courage and energy to keep doing what he loved. That was admirable. 

Tensing up as the music started playing, you squeezed Jongho’s hand tighter without even noticing. This performance would turn out to be a catastrophe, a total fiasco, and a hit on your already fragile mental health. You couldn’t handle seeing people fail, it just made you want to bury yourself so you would never have to see something like that again. 

But as Mingi opened his mouth and his self-written lyrics started flowing out, you found yourself flabbergasted. Even impressed. 

“Sent it off in the wind, every photo, every piece of my heart...” 

Jongho seemed to listen to Mingi’s performance as well with perked up ears. 

“It was tough for me to see a single letter, so I sent it all away...” 

Mingi’s voice made you feel all kinds of things. It was impossible to pinpoint the exact names for them, but the emotions in his voice and the lyrics hit you deep in the heart. It was something unexplainable. 

You watched the performance and the way Mingi’s eyes shined with flames of passion that could not be put out. It was something that nobody could fake; only people who truly loved what they were doing would be able to captivate like that. It was so vulnerable, like he was opening up to everyone who listened. 

Unfortunately, a lot of people didn’t bother to listen. They were leaving little by little, and by the end of the song, only about 30 people were still listening to what Mingi wanted to express through his music. 

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s leave.” 

Before you could control your reactions, you answered Jongho firmly, “No. I want to listen.” 

You would have never dared to speak like that to anyone, let alone to Jongho, but Mingi’s song had woken up both your emotions and loyalty to him as his new fan. 

It went unnoticed by you how Jongho’s expression darkened at your refusal. His grip tightened on your hand but all you cared about in that moment was Mingi. 

As the performance continued, the rest of the audience left as well. It even made you angry. Of course, people had the right to leave if a performance didn’t interest them, but how could they be so deaf to the art Mingi had created? 

It was the most freezing day of February, but you couldn’t care less about your shivering body or the cold wind that almost pushed you down. It was like even the wind didn’t care about Mingi’s songs and wanted to push you away from the stage. The way his performance set the stage on fire warmed your body and soul in the cold. 

At last, the performance ended. Mingi had given his whole soul to it, to reach people’s ears and hearts, but you were the only one whose heart he had successfully won over. 

Only two people, you and Jongho, had stayed the whole time. As the last chords of the song played, you stared at Mingi in awe, head empty and heart full. He looked at the audience he had left, and despite the lack of people, bowed deep and respectfully. He was thankful that he hadn’t been left completely alone, to perform for the emptiness. 

“Fix off.” 

Jongho tried to hold onto your hand tightly, but you ripped it away from his grip to applaud Mingi. Your lonely yet sincere claps reached Mingi’s ears, and he casted a smile for you. Then he left the stage. 

“Y/N, don’t-” 

You didn’t care about Jongho’s demand. Only thing you needed to do now was to run to Mingi and tell him how much his performance meant for you. How amazing he was. How he had managed to touch your heart. Unlike usually, you weren’t interested in the possibility of embarrassing yourself. 

Your hurried steps reached Mingi fast, although the headwind was slightly slowing you down. He was facing another direction, head turned downwards. 

“Mingi! Your performance was amazing! I never could have guessed you were that talented,” you spoke, sounding a bit too excited. 

Hopefully Mingi wouldn’t think of you as some deranged fan. 

But you hadn’t expected to see tears on his face as he turned around to look into your eyes. 

“Don’t lie to me. I know no-one liked it.” 

Speechless, you looked at Mingi’s heartbreaking expression. Warm tears were glistening in his eyes and streaming down his face. Lips pressed in a tight line, he looked somehow offended at your comment, trying to hold onto his dignity. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking, coming here. I have no talent.” 

You frowned at Mingi’s words, “Do you think I would have stayed here and rushed to compliment you, if I hadn’t liked your performance?” 

Jongho had walked up to you silently and was standing next to you, hands in the pockets of his jacket. The look on his face directed at you was even colder than the air, as he listened you praise Mingi. 

“I would have left with the other people if your performance hadn’t been good.” 

At your words, even more tears welled up in Mingi’s eyes. He looked away from you, probably feeling embarrassed to show such vulnerability in front of you and Jongho. 

“I just want you to know that your lyrics, songs and voice impressed me. They made me feel... things,” you rambled on before starting to realize you were way too passionate. 

A hopeful expression crossed Mingi’s face, before disappearing like he was afraid to get his hopes up and heart broken, “What kind of things?” 

You were getting shy under Mingi and Jongho’s eyes. It was too late to act coy now; you had already revealed your overwhelming emotions Mingi’s songs had managed to bring up to the surface. 

On top of everything, you could relate to him. He worked so hard to be seen and appreciated, but got only ridiculing snorts and ignorance as a response. Some people were born to be insignificant in others’ eyes while the rest were born lucky to be acknowledged. To be seen wasn’t something to take for granted. 

“I could relate to your songs. The emotions you showed in your performance uncovered something in me that I have tried to forget.” 

It was almost a magical moment to see Mingi’s eyes sparkle. Could have been the tears that made it look like his eyes shined, but there was more to it. All of his dreams had been accomplished when he heard that his songs finally managed to reach someone’s ears. That he had been seen at last. 

“Thank you! Thank you so much! I will never forget what you said!” Mingi suddenly grabbed both of your hands in his, holding tightly to them like you were his salvation. 

“That’s enough,” Jongho ripped your hands forcefully out of the taller man’s grip. 

Sure, Jongho had to act like you were a couple, but was it really fair to treat Mingi like that? You had already lost your confidence that had emerged from nowhere before, so you had no courage to say anything. You had to remember, Jongho was still a man and much stronger than you; it would be hard to fight back if he decided he had had enough of your attitude. 

“I can hold her hands if I want to. What are you, her boyfriend?” 

���In fact, I am. So, keep your hands to yourself,” Jongho warned Mingi. 

Mingi looked suddenly devastated, which surprised you. His mouth was agape, trying to say something. He didn’t manage to let anything past his lips other than his silent breathing. He was left behind as Jongho led you away. 

Later on, you arrived at a park. To your luck, the park still had people wandering around although the sky was already turning dark. Although Jongho had promised to protect you, you didn’t want to be left alone with any man after the sun had set. String lights set to hang from the leafless trees lit up your way as you walked hand in hand with him. 

“Look at that! An ice rink!” you gasped, pointing at an ice rink in the park, not being able to hide your excitement. You hadn’t been ice skating since forever. 

Jongho gave you a judging side-eye, “Too expensive. Let’s go drink hot chocolate.” 

You had no courage to fight back his idea, so you let him lead you to a stall selling all kinds of drinks and treats. To be honest, you felt like this was actually romantic and fit the Valentine’s Day although you were spending it with a fake boyfriend. With a man who had implied he would never date you. 

“Two hot chocolates. Sizes small and large,” Jongho said to the man keeping the stall. 

Well honestly, he was more like a boy. He looked the age of 17 and extremely bored. You couldn’t blame him since he had been holding the stall probably for hours already, trying to earn some pathetic amount of pocket money. 

You dug for your wallet, prepared to pay for the small sized drink, since Jongho most likely had ordered the large one for himself. He could have at least asked which size you wanted; the small one would not be enough to quench your thirst. 

“I’ll pay,” Jongho said and pushed a carton mug full of hot chocolate into your hands. 

The fact that he promised to pay surprised you already, but you noticed that the mug he had given you was the size large. 

“Thank you...” you mumbled, looking up in Jongho’s eyes. 

His blank stare made you uncomfortable. Why did he never smile at you? It wasn’t very convincing to never crack a smile at you, when you were supposed to act like a couple in love. 

You two found a bench to sit on under a tree. It was a beautiful spot, the perfect place for you to sit next to each other, huddle for warmth and share tender kisses – that was if you two had been actually dating. There was just one problem: the bench was covered in thick layer of snow after last night’s storm. 

“Are you really suggesting this spot? I’d look like I had wet myself after sitting on that.” 

“You can sit on my lap. That way your ass won’t get wet.” 

Jongho’s proposal made your eyes widen. He was truly shameless. 

And finally, it happened. He smiled at you – although it was a mischievous one, it was the first smile you had ever seen on his face. The emotionless man was forgotten as you watched how his cheeks, slightly red because of the cold air, rounded out and made him look like a teddy bear. 

“You’re always so closed off, trying to hide your emotions,” Jongho said. 

Look who’s talking. He wasn’t exactly the most open person in the world either. 

“I’m not closed off. Both you and Mingi saw how emotional I got over his songs.” 

Ever so slightly, Jongho’s expression darkened. His smile was long gone and he sighed in frustration. 

“I’m musical too, you know? I may not rap as well as Mingi but I can sing.” 

“Really? Prove it,” you challenged him. 

“No. You don’t deserve to hear my singing,” Jongho took a sip of his drink. 

“Fine. Then I’ll assume Mingi is better.” 

It was a risky game to play with Jongho. His reaction could be anything, but you couldn’t stop yourself before teasing him. You were getting way too comfortable. You knew it was dangerous, but you had been craving to have a friend for so long. Now that someone was actually willingly wasting their time on you, it felt like a chance to a new start. 

“I’ll sing for you one day but first, I want to give you something.” 

You raised a brow at Jongho’s statement, and your heartbeat quickened as he pulled something out of his bag. 

Could it be a Valentine’s Day gift? Maybe a flower or a heart-shaped chocolate box? 

But it had been a mistake to let your guard slightly down around Jongho. He proved to you right at that moment that he shouldn’t have been trusted. That you should have run away and hid from him when you had the chance. 

The object in his hand was unrecognizable in the dark at first. You could only see the gleam of the yard lights reflected on the object, making you finally realize what it was. 

Jongho tossed his hot chocolate cup away, symbolizing how all of his sweet gestures had been a skillful play thrown away as well, just like your whole relationship. Now his other hand was completely free to use, while the other one held a pocket knife. 

You wanted to scream or try to convince him to spare your life, but you were speechless. Only thing you managed to do was take a few, shaky steps away from him, the monster in front of you. 

He didn’t let you get further away as he followed you with a gleam in his eyes that screamed insanity. 

“Do you fear death or me?” Jongho asked calmy. 

You glanced at the park. It was like everyone had suddenly disappeared. There was no savior for you if Jongho attacked. You would lose your life alone in the darkness before anyone could have come to your rescue. 

“A-Aren’t they the same thing?” 

Jongho shook his head with a chuckle, “Death sets you free. I will never do that.” 

His words rang in your ears for a split second before you dashed. Time was running out. 

“Y/N! Stop!” 

You didn’t even hear Jongho’s shout. No matter how loud he could have screamed at you, there was no chance you’d stop. You had to run out of the park and reach other people before Jongho could catch you and brutally pierce and cut your body, until you were unrecognizable to the police. Maybe even Yunho would be the one to find you. Yunho who wasn’t the stalker despite all your baseless suspicions. 

But one of the worst things, that was possible in that moment, happened. The ground under your feet was on ice and betrayed you ultimately. Your heart almost stopped as you lost your balance. 

Your cry of pain echoed in the park as your head smashed onto the ground, although your back had received the worst impact of falling on ice. It hurt like hell, but even in all your suffering, you couldn’t think of anything else than about the fact that this was the end. You had tried to trust other people and this was the result. In your intense pain and on the brink of unconsciousness, you didn’t even notice as Jongho got on his knees next to you on the ground. 

Tears ran down your cheeks, but you couldn’t even beg for your life. It was futile. 

Last thing your mind registered before fainting was Jongho’s warm hand petting your head. 

It felt like you had been unconscious for eternity when in reality it had been only 20 minutes or so. When you finally opened your eyes, you found your surroundings familiar. The person next to you was familiar as well. 

“You fainted.” 

No words left your lips, but your eyes told everything. You were terrified and confused. 

“I brought you here after you lost your consciousness.” 

You glanced at the room. It was your own apartment, everything in their own places, but it still seemed so wrong and unsafe, because of the man in front of you. The couch you found comfortable every other day, felt way too stiff in that moment, making the pain in your back worse. 

“That doesn’t explain why I’m alive. What do you want from me?” you managed to utter out, but the wavering in your voice didn’t go unnoticed. 

Jongho turned his face away with a guilty look. It was clear he regretted something. 

“It was all just a really bad joke. I didn’t mean to scare you that much.” 

The mix of anger and relief felt odd; you didn’t know whether to scream at him or cry in happiness that you didn’t get murdered. But you were too scared of him to show any reactions. Even if it had been just a joke, only a deranged person would scare others like that for their own entertainment. 

That’s why you forced yourself to forgive him. 

“...I forgive you” you gritted through your teeth. 

“I didn’t apologize though.” 

Your anger only flared up at Jongho’s arrogant response. First, he had seemed guilty for scaring you to death, but any ounce of regret you thought he had, was out of the window. Soon, Jongho would be out of the window as well; you didn’t want to see his remorseless face at that moment. 

“Get out of my house.” 

You had turned to look away from him, because you were afraid, you’d lash out at him. 

Jongho looked even slightly hurt at your words. The frown on his face was an indication of his growing agitation and refusal to leave that easily. 

“Do you want me to say sorry then?” 

“No,” you murmured, “It’s too late for that.” 

“Exactly. And I’m not sorry anyways,” Jongho scoffed, “I had to see how you’d react if the stalker was about to kill you. Think of it as practice. It was for your own good.” 

Taking in a deep breath, you tried to stay calm. It could be dangerous to anger the man even more, although you were the only one who had the right to be angry at that moment. And God, you were furious. 

“For my own good? I got a concussion and nearly broke my back!” 

“If you don’t appreciate me looking out for you, we can end this fake relationship.” 

Looking out for you? You couldn’t believe the audacity that man had. 

“Then let’s end this.” 

Jongho seemed to be stunned by your words – as stunned as a man that stoic and cold could be. You even felt a sense of glee at the tiny look of panic on his face. 

“No. I wasn’t serious. I just felt irritated because you don’t see how I want to protect you.” 

But you didn’t fall for that. You had no intention to be a victim of his manipulation. 

As you attempted to stand up from the couch, you whimpered in agony. The pain on your back was unbearable, but you were more concerned about the piercing headache, feeling like your head was being squished by a hydraulic press. 

“Let me-” Jongho started, getting up and trying to help you. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

You stepped away from him, feeling afraid once again. Could you be blamed for that, when just a half an hour ago you feared for your life because of that man? Even though it had been supposedly a joke, you couldn’t shake off the sense of panic at Jongho walking closer. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Get out,” you sighed, “Please.” 

The bright lights in your apartment hurt your head even more, and you barely stayed on your feet. Although your eyes were getting blurry, you managed to see Jongho’s sad face and him walking towards your front door. 

The apartment was silent as you sat down again, rubbing your temples and trying to ease the pain. The heavy tension hadn’t left although Jongho had. You didn’t know how to meet him again at the therapy session in a few days. 

That Valentine’s Day had seemed successful at first, and you had enjoyed Mingi’s performance despite the heartbreak you felt at seeing his anguish. Even conversing with Jongho had been nice until his poor attempt of a joke. What was supposed to be a day of friendship and romance – even fake kind – ended up in being horrifying. 

You really needed rest, some way to forget the headache for a while, so you fell asleep on the couch. Maybe the dizziness and Jongho’s “joke” would be just distant memories after a good nap, although you doubted that you’d ever forget Jongho’s face as he had creeped closer to you at the park.  

It might have been 30 minutes or so when the sound of a doorbell woke you up. If it was Jongho, you wouldn’t even open the door, not prepared to hear his excuses. 

Reluctantly, you dragged yourself to the door, wincing in pain every step you took. One look from the peephole revealed, that instead of Jongho, there was a man with flowers. He looked serious and exhausted but his silly little cap made him look less scary. 

“Flowers for miss Y/N L/N,” the man forced a smile on his face as you opened the door. 

Your heart fluttered. Someone had remembered you and sent you flowers. It could have been your family who sent the beautiful, bright yellow roses, since they wanted to remind you that they loved you despite all of the things they had done to you. 

Or maybe it could have been from the stalker. 

Nonetheless, you had to accept the roses, no matter how much their thorns could hurt you. They could prickle you with longing or draw blood from your fingers with promises of terror, but your curiosity got the best of you. 

You set the roses down on your dinner table when you noticed that they had a little letter tied to them with a pink ribbon. 

“Your pathetic boyfriend didn’t even give you a gift. Look what I brought.” 

Your blood ran cold. It was no doubt of who had sent you this. Still, you wanted to believe it could have been Mingi instead, even though he didn’t even know where you lived. Anything but the indisputable truth that the sender was indeed the stalker. 

But it wasn’t the end of your shock. You wanted to cry when you noticed another thing as well – a pink envelope that had come with the rose, inviting you to open it. There were heart stickers on it, one of them being a shiny teddy bear holding a heart. The envelope wanted to cast a spell on you and make you so scared yet curious, that you couldn’t stop yourself from seeing what it contained. 

And it definitely succeeded in that, although you tried your best to ignore it, to leave it unopened for the sake of your own sanity. 

Seven pieces of paper were revealed to be inside of it. 

You hated these envelopes so much. You despised the drawings, pictures and letters you had to see because you were just too curious to stay in blissful ignorance. 

Six out of seven of the pieces of paper had drawings on them. They were drawings of parts of a human body. Two pieces of arms, two of legs, one torso and one head. It had been clearly one whole drawing, one whole body of a woman, before having been cut into six pieces. The head even had a pout on it and hair similarly styled as yours. 

Confused about the drawing, you prepped yourself to take a look at the 7th piece of paper. The drawing was definitely a threat, there was no doubt of that, but you craved to understand it deeper. Although the whole thing made you feel nauseous, you needed to know what kind of and level of peril you were in – and to do that, you had to bite the bullet. 

There were words on the paper, written by a hand, whose writing style you recognized. 

“I’ll cut off your arms if you try to fight back,” the first sentence said. 

“I’ll cut off your legs if you try to escape,” the second sentence informed. 

“I’ll cut off your head if your eyes wander on or lips kiss someone else.” 

After you had read the final threat on the paper, you leaned on your chair, everything seemed to have slowed down. Your heartbeat was lazy and quiet, not overwhelmingly loud like in other moments of fear like this. It was so silent both in your head and the apartment, except for the rustling somewhere close. Right now, you needed Jongho. You didn’t have anyone else; only he could help, protect, and save you. He was the only person that wanted to hear your cries and see what he could do to stop you from hurting. Cursing yourself for kicking him out of your apartment, you wondered if he’d even agree to help you anymore. Maybe he’d still hug you and find the stalker to beat him up, and maybe, hopefully, he’d know where the quiet, almost inconspicuous, rustling noise in your apartment was coming from. 

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[strongermonster]

went to an absolutely gorgeous outdoor red/white/pink themed vday wedding on valentine's day, the day after it dumped 20+cm of snow and was still going strong, and it was like a little fairy tale snow globe, just so picturesque and perfect.

they had an open diy snack bar thingy there where you could build your own sandwiches and some guy said "oh thank god, i can never eat at places where an employee makes it for you bc i like an abomination sandwich that's shameful to ask for" so ofc i asked what this sandwich was. it's:

american style white bread

miracle whip brand mayo

if they don't have that is HAS to be regular mayo + sub sauce

2 packets of white sugar sprinkled across the mayo (regardless of the variation)

sausage or salami of some kind (has to be this, nothing else will do)

the meat slices have to be layered with american style cheese slices (or mozzarella slices, depending on how he feels that day)

then they have to be rolled into little blunts and tightly packed across the bread

sweet cocktail onions crushed so the layers fall apart and can be scattered on top

sweet gherkins placed in the valleys of the cheese/meat tubes

"sometimes paprika plays a role, if i have it"

one final light layer of mayo across the conveyor belt of cheese/meat/pickles/destroyed onions

"when i lived at home i at this 3x a day, every day, but now i have roommates who hate it and won't let me."

all of this was non-negotiable. if the sandwich couldn't be made because it lacked one of these ingredients, it was pointless and he'd eat something else or not at all.

other than his sandwich choices and the fact that he admitted he goes through about a jar of mayo a month (despite being the skinniest guy i ever did see) he was really cool and we played checkers and cards together at dinner because he carries around a little travel checkers board.

[ada7201]

what do the blue lock boys do for you on valentine’s day?（╹◡╹）♡

Shidou, Rin, Sae, Kaiser x reader (seperate)

→ part 1 ⭢ part 2 ⭢ part 3 on the way!

gn! reader, google translated German for Kaiser’s part

don’t forget to suggest me things if you have any ideas! happy early valentine’s day (๑>◡<๑)

Shidou Ryusei

he gets you a TON of sweets (which he eats half of)

Sae once told him that love letters were a common thing for valentine’s day, so he tried to make you one.

it was a piece of paper, which was poorly folded and drowned pink glitter glue. he used scented gel pens to write a few “i love you’s” and smiley faces… it’s the thought that counts?

wrapped a ribbon around his neck and called himself your valentine’s gift.

decided it would be fun to wear your lipstick and kiss your cheeks - staining your skin with kiss marks

for lunch, he brought you to the park where you both played around, and afterwards sat down somewhere on the playground and munched on sweets (of your choice!)

the two of you watched those romance dramas together in the evening and fell asleep on an episode you weren’t paying attention to

“come on sweets, it’ll be fun!” Shidou whined, clinging onto your arm like a monkey, smushing his cheek against your shoulder as he pouted. why wouldn’t you let him do your makeup? “im great at makeup! you know that! i’ll do a special valentine’s day theme〜”

“Shidou- no!” you groaned, attempting to pry the taller man off of your arm. “you will not do my makeup, and that’s final!”

“fine…” Shidou sighed dramatically, letting go of you and falling to the floor in a pathetic manner. “guess you just hate me… and you’d even do this on valentine’s day?”

you huffed. he could be such a pain sometimes…

“alright, you can do my-“ your voice was cut off by Shidou’s big hand on your lips, a grin on his face.

“no need to talk more, bae - let’s get started…” he’d chuckle, almost evilly, before pulling out your makeup bag from the pocket of his sweatpants.

“how did you—?” you were cut off once again by his hand, and that stupid smile on his face.

“ah-ah,” he’d wiggle his pointer finger, before poking your cheek.

“let me do my magic!”

by the end of that hour, your face was decorated with sparkly stickers and hearts drawn in pink lipstick. your eyeshadow was almost terrifying, with the way it was so bright - brighter than Shidou’s eyes.

“perfect.” he’d giggle, hand on his mouth as he tried to hold back from full on cackling in your face.

surprisingly, Shidou isn’t bad at makeup - he just wanted to be a little silly for you on valentine’s day!

he posted a photo of you and your makeup, along with cute photos of the two of you throughout the day - like one of the heart engraved onto a bench with your initials, or maybe the photo of you sleeping peacefully with a bow stuck to your forehead - totally not Shidou’s doing!

he also baked with you - but it didn’t turn out great so you both decided to order takeout instead.

takeout wasn’t the most romantic meal, but it sure best whatever you both made…

Itoshi Rin

poor baby didn’t know what to do at first.

he spent a couple weeks planning and brainstorming ideas in his free time - even considering asking Isagi for advice.

instead of turning to that lukewarm freak, he chose to go with what he thought you’d like the most.

he bought you a sweet and simple bouquet, assorted with flowers of your favorite colours and type.

he wrote you a card, and got a plus he’d toy with it too.

he placed everything next to you in the morning, since he wakes up considerably earlier than you do.

when you woke up, you were pleasantly surprised with everything. thanks Rin!

when he got back home, he made the two of you some lunch.

he didn’t want to admit it, but he had been waiting to use the cute little heart plates you had bought especially for valentine’s day.

“this bowl is so cute!” you’d smile, admiring the pretty white plate decorated with pink and red hearts. “is this the one i got you valentine’s day?”

he simply nodded, placing down his plate - and sitting on the chair opposite you.

posted a photo of the two of you holding hands, along with a pretty sunset you both witnessed on your evening walk.

he definitely wasn’t too embarrassed to include the photo he took of your plates! he just wanted to be the only ones to see them

yes, he took you out on a walk in the evening - and when he noticed you shivering, he was quick to wrap his scarf around you and drape his jacket over your shoulders - not realising he just exposed himself and the pink shirt you had gotten him.

his face turned the same colour as his shirt! cute!

“Rin, why is your face so pink? are you getting cold?” you ask him, worried gaze focused on the way his cheeks were pink. “do you want your jacket back—?”

Rin quickly cut you off with a small peck, cheeks blushing even more after the small gesture.

“i was just… blushing.” he mumbles, looking away from you as a teasing smile made its way onto your face.

“aww, you were blushing〜”

Itoshi Sae

bought you a bouquet of purple roses.

purple roses mean love at first sight. <3

he also got you a matching set of earrings, a necklace, bracelet, and an anklet.

along with jewellery, he got you a piece of fancy clothing that he saw you eyeing. (example: dress, suit, button up, tie, skirt, and more! your decision)

got you a pack of cupcakes as a desert for lunch (or any yummy food if your choice)

he spent most of the day taking photos of you and admiring how beautiful you were - even with morning hair, even if you were still in your cheesy pyjamas matching that Sae got you, even if you had your face stuffed with sweets - you were beautiful and Sae wanted to capture that moment. (this is a regular occurrence, but was feeling it a bit more today!)

either takes you to a beautiful and expensive restaurant, or hosts one at home with candles lit nicely.

this valentine’s day, he chose to eat out with you - and brought you to one of the newest and most expensive restaurants in town.

“wow, Sae! this is really nice!” you smiled, placing your fork down next to your plate before looking up at Sae, who was sat opposite you.

“you deserve 10 times more.” he’d respond simply, shrugging off your words with a slight blush on his cheeks.

he watched the way your smile grew. cute.

could it be the perfect time?

“y/n.” Sae said, almost quietly - before pushing his chair back and standing up.

his slim fingers reached into the pocket of his nice dress pants - and you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat quicken. what was he about to do?

“i have loved you since the first day i met you.” he started, hand wrapping around a small velvet box, before pulling it out of his pocket - he wasted no time on getting down on one knee, eyes looking up at the way you stared back down at him. “do you think that… you could make me even happier, and marry me?” he asks with a small smile on his face.

im sorry, but i definitely feel like he’s the type to propose on valentine’s day!

on the drive home, you had to remind him to her his eyes on the road because he kept admiring the pretty ring on your finger!

bought you another pair of cheesy pyjamas - this time, they were pink cat onesies.

he took so many photos of you and your cute little smile!

he posted a photo of your hand with the ring, being held by his

it took him a good 15 minutes to decide what photo to choose for the ring photo

along with the ring photo, he posted a picture of the two of you in your onesies, a photo of his hand on your thigh as you were both in his car - along with some others of the two of you having fun

Sae was stood in the jewellery shop, looking down at each glimmering ring in the display case.

his cheeks blushed as he imagined each one of them on your pretty hands, how could he ever choose?!

he just could not wait to hold your hand, and look down at the ring.

“um, Sir?” the accountant could ask, waving a hand in front of Sae’s face - who was currently spacing out and fantasising about holding your hand.

oh, guess he got caught up thinking about you.

just then, his eyes caught the most beautiful ring. he could practically see the happy face you’d make when he presents it to you!

he wasted no time pointing to the ring, neutral gaze looking back at the woman.

“i want that one.” he says flatly.

no woman other than you deserves to even look at him. how dare that saleslady even talk to him?

(this wasn’t on valentine’s day, but he practically danced out of the shop when he finally bought the ring)

Micheal Kaiser

how bold of you to assume he’d get you something?

jokes!

he bought you a bouquet of blue roses (a little cliche, but you it’s his thing!)

like Sae, he bought you a lot of pretty jewellery.

got you the prettiest piece of clothing, one that would match an outfit he bought for himself.

he absolutely insisted that it was a coincidence.

for lunch, he brought you to a diner he knew you liked - but when you asked, oh you liked this place? he never knew!

made sure to show you off more than usual the whole day, saying things like “they’re the only person worthy of my love” and other egoistical love confessions, if you get what i mean

for dinner, the two of you dressed up in your matching outfits

he practically begged you to be able to do your hair. (he’ll never ever admit it though, not with his ego)

when you were both finally dressed, you went to a party that his team was hosting.

when the two of you got home, he basically fell asleep on you!

“i’m not falling asleep.” he’d huff, unconsciously nuzzling further into your stomach as her hugged your waist. he just … wanted attention.

“sure,” you’d tease, fingers threading through his hair gently. “is that why you’re cuddled up to me right now?”

“ruhig sein,” he’d huff. “or you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

ruhig sein = “be quiet” / “pipe down”

you simply giggle at his words, patting his head gently.

“i’m sorry.” you’d pout playfully, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Kaiser had always loved being babied by you.

it was somehow… comforting?

posted a mirror selfie of the two of you, and maybe, just maybe, a photo of your cute smiling face - if i felt like it!

The next morning, Kaiser woke up to his phone buzzing constantly - and you clinging onto his side. he couldn’t help but bask in the glory of being so famous. he had a pretty person next to him in bed and his post has most likely gone viral once again.

he reached over to the side table and picked his phone up, u locking it quickly to read the comments left on his newest post - which was of the two of you yesterday.

“best couple!” “they’re made for each other.” “y/n looks so pretty!” “they’re matching!?”

was very excited to have so many compliments.

he realised that he gets a lot more when he posts photos of you

[sissyisawitch]

Be My Valentine (Be Mine)

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x f!You

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, and Sebastian is all about making you feel your best and giving you everything you need… whatever that may be.

Word Count: ~4.5k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+ explicit sexual content

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!💝

It was past nine p.m., and the night Healer had finally turned up, meaning that your long, exhausting evening on call at St. Mungo's was finally over.

Almost all your colleagues had deserted to spend time with their partners on Valentine's Day. That was how you had found yourself managing an entire department on your own, because you were the only one who had volunteered. Of course, you did not do it for the fun of it – Merlin knows that you too would have preferred to spend the day with your boyfriend – but it was your first few months as a fully trained Healer, and you hoped that volunteering for as many shifts as possible would help you get promoted as quickly as possible. Fortunately, you were lucky enough to have an understanding boyfriend who supported you completely in this process.

Speaking of the devil, you only had one desire... to get home to him and his welcoming arms.

You let out a long, exhausted sigh, then eagerly removed your lime green uniform robes, and disapparated without wasting any more time.

In the blink of an eye, and with a loud crack, you found yourself on the doorstep of you and Sebastian's flat, not far from Diagon Alley. As soon as you arrived, you heard a hurried commotion coming from the other side of the door. Sensing that something was odd, you slowly turned the doorknob.

“Seb?” You called out tentatively. “I’m home.”

And then you stopped dead in your tracks, speechless... Several boxes of chocolates were waiting for you on the table, wrapped in big red ribbons. The whole living room was covered in red, pink and white flower petals. And there were all those candles scattered all around the flat, on all the furniture and windowsills. Their perfume filled the air with a subtle and enchanting fragrance, while their flames danced and flickered. Their gentle yet warm glow brought a soft, intimate illumination to the romantic decor. And in the midst of all this, there was the most important thing...

Sebastian Sallow, your devoted boyfriend, was standing in front of you, greeting you with a breathtaking bouquet of different kinds of roses that formed a vibrant colour palette to match the theme of the special occasion. It was incredibly huge, unlike anything you had ever seen. It was as if its size symbolised the depth of his love, and its flamboyant petals reflected his fierce feelings for you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.” He approached you, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Blushing as red as a poppy, you took the bouquet in your arms and were immediately embraced by the sweet fragrance of the blooms, “Sebastian! You didn’t have to!”

“I have to deserve you, don't I?” He replied, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Oh, shush.” You gave him a playful little smack on the arm. “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. I didn’t get you anything!”

In response, Sebastian wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pressing you against his body, and placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose, “Doesn’t matter because tonight is all about you. I'm yours and at your disposal for your every wish throughout the entire night.”

“Every wish, huh?” You quirked an eyebrow while your smile was slowly replaced by a mischievous smirk. “…So if I tell you my back is sore and I want a massage, you'll do it?”

“Your wish is my command, princess.” Sebastian replied, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his lips to place a loving kiss on it.

Without wasting another second, Sebastian took the bouquet from your hands and placed it more or less delicately on the table beside you. Then, out of the blue, he lifted you in his arms, bridal style, and carried you in the direction of your bedroom with ridiculous ease, as if you weighed less than a feather. You rested your head on his chest, now able to hear his soothing heartbeat, and let him manipulate you to his heart's content.

Through his dress shirt, you could make out the outline of the muscles in his strong arms as they contracted to support your weight. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, allowing you to admire his forearms wrapped around your body, with his tanned skin dotted with freckles, accompanied by a few beauty spots here and there, all enhanced by the prominence of his bulging veins.

Sebastian laid you down on your shared bed, and it was only when you had left the warmth of his arms, missing it dearly, that you snapped out of your admiring reverie. Without saying a word, you watched him carefully kneel on the floor in front of you. He untied your heels and gently removed them, relieving you of their confinement after walking in them all day. He then stood up, towering over you, leading to the inevitable of you internally gushing over how tall he was compared to you. You never took your eyes off him, not even for a second, while he was busy attending to you, something he did often, but that you never got used to. It always sent thousands of butterflies into your stomach, which began to flutter even more intensely when his fingertips pulled the hem of your blouse out of your skirt before gripping it.

For the first time in what seemed like forever to you, his mesmerising and familiar gaze met yours, before he spoke softly, “Can I?”

“Of course.” You breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

His long and deft fingers worked on each of your buttons, one after the other. You could not tell whether he was going slowly on purpose to tease you, or whether your anticipation had altered your perception of time. Nevertheless, he eventually opened your blouse completely and slid it down your shoulders, revealing your almost naked torso to him.

Like magnets irremediably drawn to each other, his rough but warm palms came to rest on your delicate skin. You took in a sharp breath as he traced the outline of your ribs until he reached your back and unhooked your bra, sending it flying into a corner of the room.

His next move surprised you when he pushed you by the shoulders, and forced you to lie on the bed, half-naked under his hungry gaze that never left your breasts and their perked-up nipples, as if he were discovering them for the first time.

If his eyes were locked on a very specific target, his hands, however, had a mission to fulfil. He lifted your hips, hooked his fingers into the waistband of your remaining clothes, and killed three birds with one stone by removing your skirt, tights, and panties all at once, so as not to waste any time, even though his hands still lingered on your arse, then your thighs, to feel your delicious curves.

Now completely exposed to him and at his mercy, his eyes roamed every inch of your body, embedding them in his memory for the umpteenth time. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, but made no move to try and hide yourself, never with Sebastian. You knew he was doing nothing but worshipping you. And anyway, even though his persistent gaze made you blush fiercely, it did not last long, because very soon you were no longer able to see him. He had flipped you onto your stomach.

The bed creaked, and the next sensation you felt was the mattress sinking under his weight, with his legs on either side of you, caging you underneath him. Then you felt the warmth of his torso and the slight tickle of his chest hair against your back. You flinched slightly when his breath surprisingly brushed against your ear. You had not expected him to be so close to you, given that you could see nothing of what he was doing.

“You’ll see, I have magic hands.” He murmured in your ear with a low, husky voice. It sent shivers right down your spine, making you exhale loudly.

Sebastian's skilful hands settled on your upper back and began to work their magic, tracing soothing patterns on your skin. The warmth emanating from his touch, combined with the care and attention he put into every movement, instantly melted away the layers of stress and tension you had built up throughout the day.

His hands seemed to have an intuitive understanding of your body. He effortlessly found the knots and areas of tension, coaxing them to release their grip. The sensation of his long fingers rolling your skin beneath them sent waves of pleasure through your whole body, awakening every nerve ending and igniting a profound sense of relaxation. With every sigh of relief that escaped you, you felt yourself sinking a little deeper into the soft mattress, engulfed in a state of tranquillity that blotted out all the worries and anxieties of the outside world.

However, when his strong hands reached down and began to cross over the small of your back, your serenity was quickly replaced by a much more intense feeling, one that was capable of sending sparks deep into your body and down into your core.

You let out a demanding grunt, before drawling, “Lower, Seb.”

He complied, taking care of your lower back, applying enough pressure to reach deep into your muscles... but it was not what you had in mind.

“Lower…” You repeated needily, sounding almost out of breath.

This time he understood what you really wanted. His large hands travelled even further down to cup your bum, making a keen moan escape your lips. This was Sebastian's cue to continue. He began to massage your arse – which was surprisingly also tense from the stress of your day – and his fingers dug deep into your skin to knead your muscles. You were sure you would have the purplish prints of his fingers tattooed on your skin for the next few days.

You closed your eyes, making the movements of his hands the only thing you perceived. You concentrated on the pleasure they gave you, how loved and pampered they made you feel. It was everything... and yet very soon it was no longer enough.

Still not quite satisfied, you turned round, now lying on your back and able to admire your boyfriend's handsome face, adorned with adorable freckles. Sebastian frowned at you, confused as to what you were doing, wondering if he had done something wrong for you to stop him.

Dying to flatten the crease between his eyebrows, you grabbed one of his hands that had been resting on your waist and brought it to your lips. You started with light pecks on the back of it, and then on each of his fingers, before turning it around to leave open-mouthed kisses on his palm. With heavy lids, you made eye contact with his intrigued gaze, and nuzzled your cheek in his hand.

“Show me what else these magic hands can do.” You asked in a soft voice, playing coy.

Sebastian smiled brightly at your newfound boldness, showing off the tantalising dimple in his left cheek, “You’re not ready for it, darling.”

In response, you let yourself sink further into the mattress, arching your back to give him a better view of the entirety of your naked body beneath him. You gave him complete control over what would happen next. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted with you, to play you like he would a musical instrument.

Sebastian let out a beastly growl before diving on top of you and attacking your neck. He nipped at your skin, pinching it between his front teeth. He stayed like that for a while, as if trying to get a grip on his impulses before letting go. But when he eventually did, Merlin, he made you feel loved and desired.

His lips ventured down your neck at agonising slow pace. His licking and sucking left trails of saliva and marks of different shades of crimson on you. He offered the same ministrations to your collarbones, and then your breasts. You let out all kinds of soft moans and quiet sighs as he played with your stiff nipples between his teeth, but still, you could not help but feel like something was missing…

His hands.

“Seb…” You whined, before continuing. “Your hands. Touch me. Please.”

You felt his lips quirk into a smirk against your breasts, before you felt his amazing hands on you, grabbing your arse and giving it a prompt squeeze.

“Aah!” You gasped out loud, unable to supress your eager reactions after finally being given what you yearned for.

His hands kept exploring the body that he knew like the back of his hand after all those years together, and yet he continued to slowly trace the curves of your hips, waist, ribs, and breasts, taking the time to caress them back and forth, as if trying to memorise even more details about you than he already knew.

As time passed, you spread your thighs more, inviting your boyfriend where you wanted to feel him the most. Sebastian did not have to be told twice before using his index to tease your entrance and slide it up to your clit to separate your lower lips.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He asked playfully, but actually amazed at how wet you already were, with slick dripping down your inner thighs.

All your blood rushed south, leaving your brain inoperative. You were incapable of putting a single word together. The only way you could respond was to nod vigorously, making Sebastian chuckle lowly.

Deciding not to torture you any longer by teasing you further, Sebastian slid two fingers inside you. He relished the ease with which he did so, given how wet you were, making it all the easier for him to appreciate the sensations of his girlfriend’s soft and feverishly warm walls. He curled his fingers inside you, putting pressure on the point he knew made you wail… and wail you did.

Given the angelic expression of pure delight on your features, Sebastian knew that asking you if he made you feel good was pointless. It was not like you would have been able to form a sentence to answer anyway. So he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, trying to coax more of those melodious sounds out of you.

On your part, you could only focus on the way his fingers reached far within you and stretched you the perfect amount. An overwhelming warmth started to pool in your core, making your muscles tighten as they begged for release. Your legs opened up even more, enticing him to take a step further, which he did.

Sebastian pressing the pad of his thumb and rubbing tight circles on your clit was your breaking point. With nothing more than his hands, he was able of giving you sensations you knew no one else would ever be able to give you. With one last thrust of his fingers, your thighs clamped around his wrist as you cried out loud, feeling your walls clench around his fingers before slick dripped out of you.

“Coming with just two fingers?” Sebastian asked smugly, sitting back on his heels to observe your delicious chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath. In the meantime, he had rested his hands on your thighs, caressing invisible patterns on them with his thumb.

“Just wanted to show you how much I love your hands.” You replied quietly, a soft and dreamy smile gracing your lips, as you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“Like I hadn’t noticed.” He smirked, squeezing your thighs.

He brought the hand he had been pleasuring you with to his mouth, and then made a show of licking his slick-covered fingers with the tip of his tongue, making sure to look deep into your eyes the whole time. If your cheeks were not already flushed from your hot activities, you were sure you would have been as red as a beetroot by now.

“Mmh… Sweeter than the chocolate I bought you.” He drawled before moving his hand closer to you encouragingly. “Go on, taste yourself, love.”

Whereas he was expecting a little timid lick, you felt a fiery courage sweep over you, and decided to fully wrap your lips around his fingers, twirling your tongue languorously around them, bobbing your head several times. Sebastian's only visible reaction was his Adam's apple jutting out after he swallowed heavily. What you did not know however, was that, upon watching your obscene actions, Sebastian’s cock twitched in his pants in jealousy, begging to be taken care of too.

“Good girl.” He praised you with a dark tone, as he placed his hand under your chin, tilting your head up in order to make you look up at him. He wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb, before caressing your cheek lovingly.

You seized the occasion to take in his enticing appearance. His cheekbones were tinted a discreet shade of pink, bringing his freckles out. His chocolate eyes were fixed on you and only you, with his pupils blown wide with hunger. However, you could not help but find his appearance… not depraved enough. You wanted to see his hair tousled, his lips swollen from kissing, his skin covered with crescent shapes of your teeth and nails. You needed to make a mess out of him, just like he had done to you.

You sat up and slowly began to unbutton Sebastian's shirt, savouring every inch of his torso as it gradually revealed itself to you, making your heart beat faster. When you had finished with the last button, you looked up, realising that Sebastian had been staring at you the whole time with an intense gaze, curious as to what you were going to do next.

You placed your lips carefully on his as you slid his shirt down his muscular arms. As you did so, you managed to feel the relief of the veins running down his arms, which excited you even more and made you deepen the kiss. Seized by a sudden fiery passion, you grazed his bottom lip between your teeth and began to nibble on it, earning several guttural grunts from Sebastian, which were largely muffled by your lips pressed against his. Nevertheless, you soon became addicted to them, and wanted to hear them louder and clearer.

Your mouth travelled further down, exploring his sharp jawline, then his neck where you lingered for a moment on his pulse point because you could feel his veins pulsing on the tip of your tongue. When you were satisfied with the ruddy mark you had created on his skin, you paused for a few seconds to admire it, feeling an enormous sense of satisfaction, knowing full well that all his colleagues – especially the women – would see this bruise and understand what you had done to him, because he was yours. No one else's but yours.

Sebastian brought you back to reality by grabbing your wrists and pulling you against him. You were now skin to skin, sharing each other's body heat, your breasts were pressed against his chest. If you were close enough for him to feel every detail of your curves, then you could certainly feel his too, and more specifically his arousal pressing into your hip bone.

You were unable to hold back your wide grin, and decided to attempt to conceal it by continuing your delicate ministrations on your boyfriend. As your hands ran up his toned chest before settling on his broad freckled shoulders, your lips got back to marking his skin, and more particularly his collarbones this time. You could taste the bitterness of his perfume, and the subtle saltiness of the sweat accumulated over the day.

A hypnotic moan escaped Sebastian's lips as he threw his head back under your expert touch. Needless to say, this brought the irrepressible throbbing back to your most intimate part.

You slightly pulled away from him, just enough to be able to look him in the eye, and whined his name, “Sebastian…”

“Yes, love?” His husky voice whispered.

“Be my Valentine.”

Sebastian let out a low and deep chuckle, “Darling, I already am. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“That’s not what I meant…” You trailed off, an obvious glimmer of mischief behind your eyes, as you slowly unbuckled his belt.

Your fingers then slid down his trousers to his mid thighs, before doing the same with his boxers, eagerly pulling them down by the elastic. His cock sprung free from its painfully tight confines, his tip smacking against his stomach. Sebastian sighed in relief as he helped you remove his underwear completely, by lifting one knee after the other.

If Sebastian thought you would stop there, he was kidding himself. Your next move was to fully take him into your hand and play with him. Once again, you realised just how thick and well-endowed he was. With your palm, you felt how unbelievably hard he was, and with your thumb, you traced his blood-gorged veins that led to his tip, where the skin was even softer than on the rest of his body.

“…Be mine.”

After emitting an animalistic groan which took you by surprise, he leant forward to grab you behind your thighs and sweep you roughly off your knees. With a shriek, you fell back onto your back, and Sebastian immediately caged you under his large body, hovering over you once again.

“I told you I’m all yours tonight.” He growled right in your ear.

“Only tonight?” You taunted him with a falsely innocent air.

“What an insatiable minx you are.” He smirked before diving on you to capture your lips and suck on them for a hot minute. “I’m yours. Every single day and forever.”

“Sebastian…” You snivelled from frustration, as you could feel yourself dripping again. Tears began to gather in your eyes from how much you needed him. It truly was a pathetic sight. You were incapable of putting two words together without being interrupted by a whimper. “I-I can’t wait… I want you… you inside me… now.”

Normally, Sebastian would have been vicious and continued to tease you until you begged him time and time again. But today was different. You had been lying naked underneath him for a while, without him doing anything to you. He himself could no longer wait to enter you to rediscover your familiar, comforting inner softness.

He therefore grabbed you by the hips to lift you up, so that he could align his tip with your entrance, covering himself with your juices at the same time. As his hands grasped you, his veins and tendons bulged out, and his knuckles turned white.

Next thing you knew, Sebastian pushed himself inside of you in one swift movement, all the way to the hilt. You both let out loud moans at the same time, he because he was squeezed all around by your tight walls, and you because you felt incredibly full and stretched from the sudden intrusion. In any case, it was paradisaically good for both of you.

“Look at you taking me so well. My perfect girl.” Sebastian praised you, looking down at where you were joined. Your only response was a broad blissful smile.

With his fingers still buried forcefully in the skin of your hips, you clutched his large wrist, not sure if it was because you needed a grip on anything to remain conscious, or because it was your silent way of begging him not to take his hands off you. Surely both.

With that angle, Sebastian was able to thrust very deeply, reaching parts of you that you were not even aware of. It had you letting out all kinds of excited sounds, making him groan at the vibrations.

“Don’t s-stop… Please!” You implored into their kiss, your hand curling around even tighter around his wrist – if that was even possible. It was certainly going to be another bruise that you were going to leave on his body.

Sebastian fulfilled your every wish, just like he had promised. He did not stop. He even gradually increased his speed, until he was eventually slamming into you, his balls smacking against your arse. You started moving along with him, meeting his thrusts halfway, always searching for more friction. The feeling of completeness had you both letting out frenetic, desirous moans which soon became a sublime chant of encouragement to keep going.

It got to the point where you could not even scream anymore, completely overwhelmed by his cock taking care of you in the best way. Despite your vision having become somewhat blurry, you managed to make out his dishevelled appearance, with his ruffled hair sticking to his forehead and falling in front of his eyes, which were screwed shut, unlike his gaping mouth, which was letting out ferocious, hungry growls.

You gasped and caught a whiff of his sophisticated cologne, a fusion of woody and vetiver undertones, and you became a little more entranced by his undeniable charm. It was as if you were falling in love with him all over again.

Your nails dug into the back of his hands, so deep that it must have hurt without a doubt, but Sebastian had no reaction, because you had already saturated all his senses. Your eyes rolled back in the back of your head, while his impressive length stretched your walls to their maximum capacity, repeatedly hitting that one spot that made you feel on the verge of ecstasy.

Sebastian knew you were about to come again when your thighs began to spasm. The fun was not going to last much longer, but that did not matter because it had been intense, and Sebastian was close too anyway.

Still overly sensitive from your first orgasm, you reached your second peak in record time as you properly screamed, “Sebastian!”

Your velvety walls clenched around him, almost making it impossible for him to move, and that was all it took for him to see stars (on top of the enormous sense of pride he felt since his name had rolled off your tongue). There was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling over the edge and spilling deep inside you.

He remained buried within you for a moment longer, and gave a couple of slow, lazy thrusts in order to pump himself dry of his seed, and give you a moment to ride out your orgasm. He then rolled over beside you, trying to catch his breath.

“Seb…” You called out, just as breathless. “That was amazing.”

“Suppose I’ve been a good Valentine, hmm?” He asked as he snaked his arms around your waist to tug your figure against his. His fingertips started tracing your smooth skin up and down your arm.

“You know you are. You’re everything I could ever ask for.” You rested your head on his chest and listened to his soothing heartbeat. “I love you, Seb.”

“And I love you more, darling.” He whispered, as he felt you starting to fall asleep in his arms.

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“And I Need You Like a Heartbeat ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Nikolai Gogol, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Warnings: probably ooc, loosely proofread

Description: Valentine's drabbles with my fav BSD boys ♡⁠˖

A/n; HAPPY (technically early) VALENTINES DAYYYYY!!!! When I talk about chocolate I'm talking about Elmer's chocolate because it's literally so good, dare I say it rivals terrys oranges and I'm a ride or die for those. Also the pink theme is staying for a while bc i really love it.

⑅Nikolai Gogol⑅

→ Nikolai always made an attempt to truly 'woo' you on Valentine's day, he couldn't help himself! He had so much love to share with you, and how lucky he feels that there's an entire holiday just for going all out. He makes sure it's extra special, even though every other day of the year he showers you with his love for you.

Nikolai thought about all of your favorite things while he stood in a store picking out a card and gift for you. He wanted a silly but meaningful one, and that proved really difficult to find, so he decided to come back to it after grabbing you some chocolates. He wanted to get you the biggest box of chocolates possible, and if not that every single small box he could get his hands on. It either had to be comically large or a comically large amount. He grinned immediately when he saw the 72 piece heart shaped box of chocolates. He grabbed three of them excitedly, hoping you'd be ecstatic to receive 216 chocolates. He also wanted to get you flowers, so he made his way to the floral area of the store, picking out a beautiful bouquet of pink and red roses with some babies breath in between the flowers. He walked to self checkout and paid for his gifts for you, having decided to hand-make you a card out of card stock when he got home- that way he could make it as silly and genuine as he wanted.

Nikolai walked out of the store, his arms full until he opens his portal to set everything inside the car before he gets there. It allows him to reach into his pocket and unlock the car, quickly getting in and starting it while rubbing his arms to fend off the cold. He shivers before stretching out his arms and backing out of his parking spot, leaving the lot and heading home. He calmly hummed along to the radio until he reached your house, hopping out of the car and using his portal to gently set everything inside. Once he got inside, he immediately found the pens and papers, starting to write out his card to you. He drew intricate flowers on the white paper, coloring the organic shapes in with pink colored pencil. He wrote your name on it in scripty handwriting and used some red lip gloss to leave a kiss mark. He giggled with excitement and set up all of your gifts in a cutsey array before watching out the window for your car to pull into the driveway. When it finally did, he jumped up, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling from leaping so high. He walked to the door, unlocking it, opening it, and embracing you before you could even stick your key in the lock.

"Kolya, oh my gosh-!" You said, caught a little off guard by it, but you hugged him back. He kissed your cheek and pulled you inside, spinning you around and placing a proper kiss on your lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, darlin'!" He grinned as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing circles into your waist. "Thanks babe, you snatched me inside so quickly I couldn't even grab your gift that I put down-" you're cut off by Nikolais enthusiastic voice. "Oh, speaking of which! Sorry for cuttin' you off, but I've got a gift for you too!" He grabs your hand and leads you to the dining room where he had your array of things. He grabbed the flowers and held them out to you. You were a little stunned, but gratefully accepted them into your arms. "Kolya, those are so beautiful! Thank you, babe!" You hugged him tightly, noticing all the large heart shaped boxes of chocolate.

"And I also got you these and this card." He says, handing you the card and gesturing to the big boxes of chocolate. You immediately start to laugh. "Is something wrong?" He asks, a small amount of worry laced into his tone. You shook your head and walked to the door, opening it and grabbing the same box of chocolates off of the stairs. "I got the same ones for you!" You hand them to him. Nikolais laughter joins your own, but yours quiets down while you read the heartfelt card. Nikolai knew all the words to use to make your heart swoon. You set it down gently on the table and pulled Nikolai in for a kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist. "Mmn, thank you, Kolya. So much." You say, giving his pretty, pink lips one more peck and leaning your head in the crook of his neck. "Any time, sweetheart." He hums in satisfaction before a thought dawns on him. "Do you wanna watch movies and eat some of this chocolate for dinner instead of cooking?" You nod exasperatedly. "That sounds perfect right now." You extracted yourself from the hug and walked towards the couch, your boyfriend in tow with one of the boxes of chocolate. He put on a cheesy rom-com, the both of you laughing at the cheap jokes while snacking on the chocolates together- what a perfect Valentine's Day evening. ♡⁠˖

⑅Dazai Osamu⑅

→ Dazai gets really romantical, going as far as to cook a full meal for you. He puts his heart and soul into the dish, wanting you to come home to a relaxing and loving evening with the love of your life. He plates the food he spent oh so long on and lights the candles while waiting for you. He fixed his hair in one of the mirrors and hung up his apron that you gifted him in attempt to spark his culinary creativity more, and it surely did. He decided to really experiment tonight, after all, love was about taking chances, no?

His posture stiffened when he heard your keys in the apartment door right before you let yourself in. He walked out to greet you, noticing your tired demeanor. It all seemed to subside when you set eyes on him, though. "Hey, 'Samu. Happy Valentine's day." You said, your voice engaging rather than monotonous. You loosely draped your arms around his was and breathes in his scent. "Hey, babe." He greeted you, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "I made dinner for us. Filet mignon." He proudly says, rubbing a hand up and down your back. You raise an eyebrow but decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. You didn't think Dazai was the worst cook because he definetly did have his moments, he was just a little... unpredictable, per say. You walked into the dining room with him and can immediately smell strong amounts of cinnamon. You raised an eyebrow, but chalked it up to the candle on the table. When you sat down and observed the food, though, you realized that the smell was not in fact the candle and Dazai had coated the steak in cinnamon.

You stared at it for a moment. "Oh wow, Osamu, that's really thoughtful of you. I appreciate the dinner." He smiled at your thanks, grabbing his fork and cutting a piece of it. "I know it looks a little interesting, but you gotta take risks and try new things in life, babe." He says matter of factly, bringing the cinnamon coated meat to his mouth and eating it. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit as you cut a piece off and brought it to your mouth. "'Samu, I'm sorry, I can't eat cinnamon on this." You say, reverting your attention back to him. You can't help but feel amused when you see his scrunched up nose and grimace. "Yeah, you know, I can't either. Oh, I'm sorry I ruined our romantic Valentine's Day dinner." He apologizes. "I got you some chocolates that I could feed you instead?" He proposes with a grin. His bony fingers hold up the heart shaped box of sweets while you nod in agreement. "That sounds great, actually, but you should probably brush your teeth first, that must taste disgusting."

It wasn't long before you were sitting on Dazais lap, your hands on his shoulder while he holds up a chocolate to your mouth, giggling with you while you talk with eachother about their memories and dates in the spirit of Valentine's Day. His other hand massaged your thigh while he listened to you talk, your voice like music to his ears. "That was a fun date, wasn't it?" He laughs, patting your thigh while you swallow a piece of chocolate. "Is it good?" He asks you, a small grin on his face. "Mhm, real good. Wanna try one?" You offer. Your arm extends over to the box of chocolates and you hold one up for your boyfriend to eat. He shakes his head and gently pushes your hand away, cupping your cheek with his own. "Oh no, babe, those are for you. If I really want to, I can taste one without eating one." He says, leaning in and kissing you. His lips were chapped but pleasantly familiar, and his tongue slipped into your mouth the first chance he got.

The both of you mutually pulled away for air after a hot second, Dazais cheeks red with blush and his hands on your hips. A small grin remained on his face and with a squeeze of your side, he opened his mouth to speak. "See? They taste great. I should buy some for myself. Or maybe I could just keep doing that- save some money, y'know?" He teases. You roll your eyes and peck his lips one more time, running your hands through his hair. "Save some money for us by not dumping a shit ton of cinnamon on filet mignon and wasting it." You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, your hand over his chest to feel his heartbeat.

⑅Fyodor Dostoevsky⑅

→ Fyodor decides that the perfect way to spend Valentine's Day with his beloved partner was by taking a bath with you. He filled the bath tub with warm water, watching the mirror fog up as the water rose. He even added some bubbles because he knew it would be to your liking, as well as some essential oils. His sleeves were rolled up from checking the waters temperature when he walked out to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine for both himself and you. He carried them to the bathroom with confidence where he found you digging through the drawers of the sink. "What are you looking for, Moya Lyubov?" He handed a cup to you and you sipped on it, letting out a satisfied hum at the familiar taste. "Mn-, nothing, just a face mask. Wanna do one with me when I find the stuff I need?" You ask, continuing your search him the next drawer down. "I don't see why not, just hurry up before out bath gets cold." He smiled and leaned down to kiss your cheek. He only removed his shirt before you stood back upright, facemask and applicator in hand. "Found it! Come here, Fedya, I wanna do you first."

You twist the cap off of the container and dip the applicator in, getting product on the silicone end. He complied with your words and stepped towards you, leaning you against the sink counter top with his hand on the small of your back. You gently applied the face mask to your lovers skin, watching his eyebrows furrow at the chill of the product with amusement. "Cold?" You lightly teased. His nose scrunched up and he hummed in response. "Mhm." He seemed like he was about to knock out standing there, very tired looking. You quickly finished the application and patted his shoulder. "Don't fall asleep yet, we haven't even got in the tub." You say. He laughs and takes the jar and applicator from your hands. "I was not sleeping." His grin was wide and he put the gel on your face, too. "Well you looked tired."

He finishes your mask and now both of your faces has a green tint to them with a tingly feeling on your skin. You both strip down and get into the tub, the warm water engulfing your bodies as you sit facing Fyodor, holding his hand under the water while the other hand held your glass. The both of you sipped on your drinks and talked about your dinner plans for the night. You decided to stay in and order cake out because brothers of you really wanted to cook. You spent thirty minutes in the tub together, switching from your position of facing each other to you sitting in between Fyodors legs with your back to his chest while you played with his hair. He enjoyed your touch, your fingertips gliding across his scalp felt better than anything else in the world at the moment. His hand went up and down your shoulder and arm lovingly, occasionally pressing kisses to the top of your head or grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. He would murmur soft, accented 'i love you's and praises during soft moments like these.

Soon enough, the two of you stood up from the bath and stepped out of the tub, drying off and getting dressed again. Fyodor wore pajama pants and a sweatshirt while you wore some sweatpants and a tank top. You immediately ordered your food and laid down in bed with Fyodor while you waited. You were both watching some random rom-com that sounded only remotely interesting, but your boyfriend must have found it less than enthralling because within a few minutes, you could hear him snoring right behind you with his arm still draped over your waist. You giggled and rolled over to face him, sighing quietly. "I guess I'm gonna have to get up and get the food, huh?" You murmured to yourself, brushing his bangs out of his face while he snoozed. A smile formed on your face because of how cute Fyodor looked, unable to resist yourself from kissing his head a couple times. "I love you, Fedya. Happy Valentine's Day." You whispered.

A/n; Hiiii , I know I like, never post two days in a row, but it's Valentine's day so there's an exception.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

So I think I managed to create the some sort of timeline for the Stationary Trio AU:

Pre UA:

Izumi and All Might are overheard (you mentioned it in one ask, and it lives rent free in my mind.)

Izumi blackmails Bakugou into leaving get alone.

Bakugou starts therapy.

1st year:

The Publicity stunt happens. This is after Kamino (where All for One died as he should have, when taking United States of Smash point Blank as he did. The Police is then called to The Hospital by a concerned nurse who noticed one Doctor mumbling about his masters death and how it affected his research) when UA is in need of good publicity. So around September, if my research on the Japanese school year is right.

The Stationary Trio start full steam ahead with their romance, after confessing that they did like each other, they just didn't know how to breach the subject. (I recently saw the 'Save! Rescue Training' OVA and Momo's "I think it's wonderful, it's not a laughing matter." line regarding how serious Tenya is has left it's grip on me.

Some days after, the Mineta Incident happens where Momo and Izumi go on a rant about how great their boyfriend is.

The 1st date happens.

October.

The 1st Cafeteria Incident happens. A week after the famed Stationary Shop Date happens, and they gain their official Ship Name.

Izumi is called for an interview with All Might's PR, and dresses up for it. Tenya walks into a wall seing her, and Momo notices.

The clothes shopping date happens, followed by the girls making sure Tenya was okay with their teasing.

The Second Cafeteria Incident happens.

The Trio confront Monoma on how Kendo treats him, after reading some comments and realizing some things. He's left with much to think.

Hagakure and Ojirou start dating. As do Kaminari and Jirou.

Last week of October, the Kendo Incident happens, with the girl getting transfered from the Hero Course to Gen Ed until a therapist says that she can be moved back. Monoma is also required to take some sessions.

November.

Hagakure and Ojirou split up on amicable terms, the boy confused as to why.

Bakugou notices some things about the Kamijirou relationship that make him pay closer attention.

December.

The week before Winter Break, the class, after being informed by Bakugou that something wasn't okay, stages an intervention for Kaminari and Jirou with Midnight as backup. The pair breaks up and are BOTH put in therapy.

January.

Momo, inspired by the relationship problems they've seen so far, puts the idea forward of using their status as Heroes to promote healthy relationships. Tenya adds that maybe a psychology degree might help. The notebook of ideas is started.

February.

The Valentines Day of Disappointment for most UA girls, due to how the boys react to their chocolates. The girls make Tenya home made chocolate, where Momo uses a bit more of the dark chocolate, with hers ending a bit too bitter, and Izumi puts a bit too much orange extract on hers. Tenya eats them all anyway.

Jirou also gives Kaminari chocolates (his favorites, she asked Sero), the Class takes this as growth. It is.

March.

The White Day of Breakups. No really, other than the Stationary Trio and some select couples, no one in UA has a good White Day.

Tenya gives his girlfriends custom made (research says that White Day gifts are often more expensive so) keychains: Momo gets a black Swan with little red details, while Izumi gets a green rabbit that has white detailing.

Kaminari gets Jirou a box of music themed chocolate. They're both VERY awkward at this point.

The rankings come out and Ojirou finally understand what Hagakure was talking about when they broke up. He apologizes to her, but says he isn't ready to date while focusing on his studies, which she understands.

All is calm until they end of the school year. The Stationary Trio is seen pouring over notebooks often.

*reads up* I think I'm going to need a second ask for the second year are this point...

Gorgeous yes beautiful. This is what happens!

[skellseerwriting]

Stubborn Minds and Golden Hearts

March x Gn!Reader

Valentine’s Day Fic

Word Count: 2.2k

Contents & Warnings: Mention of the color “puke green” and a few references to feeling sick in the stomach, Drinking liquid, some vague descriptions of pda, catching feelings, idiots trying to sort out their feelings

Summary: You hate Valentine’s Day. March hates Valentine’s Day. What if you… hated it together?

“How utterly repulsive.” You uttered under your breath, stepping into the town square and seeing heart decorations thrown up everywhere. The pink was such an eyesore. It bombarded your vision and made you want to balance it out with a nice puke green.

What really bothered you, however, was the sickly sight of doe-eyed couples and daydreaming single people wandering about and shopping at the vendors that were set up for this lovely Saturday holiday. Pretty white chairs were set up across pretty white tables that held just enough space for two. With forlorn sighs and people getting lost in each others’ eyes, red roses passed between fingertips and straws passed between lips. You even saw lips passing against lips; much to your disgust.

Mistria had become quite the hotspot for travelers and visitors since last year, thanks to your endless efforts of restoring the town. Adeline took upon the opportunity to offer tourists a lovely place to spend this romantic day and have a chance at viewing the beautiful nature Mistria provided. It worked, as her plans always did.

Maybe too well.

Still trying to keep your breakfast down, you took your time streaming through the spacious crowd and finding something to do that wouldn’t make you gag. After taking a moment to get some fresh, cool air wafting off of the water fountain, you continued around it, walked back down the stairs, and entered the little area that marked Darcy’s shop. Business had been good for her so far. Many people had come and gone; ordering her amorous drinks such as “Two souls Intertwined” and “Love at First Sight”. As much as you despised the holiday, you had to respect the hustle. It paid to theme your drinks and appeal to the gushy customers.

Speaking of customers.

A certain redhead sat in one of the dainty chairs. He leaned back with his arms crossed and an even crosser face. Creases etched in between his eyebrows and the curl of his upper lip was unmistakeable as he observed people in the square. He was a reflection of you.

You’d say you were surprised, but somehow the sight in front of you wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Walking to his spot, you turned your back to the bushes and stone wall and angled the second seat outward like his. Sitting down and stretching your legs forward, you crossed one shoe over the other and took on a similar stance as him.

“You too huh?” You asked, refraining from sneering as a couple ran hand-in-hand past you.

“Huh?” He sounded confused, face out of view. Not bothering to look at him, you made a sigh of distaste and gestured to the unsightly view in front of you.

“This.” You carelessly wagged your hand back and forth. “All of this.”

After a moment of silence, he dryly answered back. “It’s… certainly interesting.”

You were willing to bet he was just afraid of insulting Adeline. Still, a bark of a laugh escaped you at how dismissively he said it.

“‘Interesting’? Try ‘gross’.”

Once the words left your mouth you could practically feel him ease up. Like some thin barrier of ice melted between you two, he inclined towards you; the only barrier now being the mini table.

“More like ‘revolting’.”

The tiniest of smiles broke out on your face. Bringing your arms behind your neck, you leaned farther back and kept the topic flowing.

“Try ‘nauseating’.” You suggested.

“‘Disgusting.’” He posed.

“Sickening and grotesque.”

“I don’t get how anyone could enjoy this.”

“How have their teeth not rotted yet.”

Another moment of silence passed, and you finally looked at each other. A knowing glance was shared, and urges to grin were suppressed as you continued to scoff at ludicrous customers, scrutinize their questionable purchasing decisions, and share your sentiments on how much you undoubtedly, unquestionably, indubitably without any hesitations or reservations, absolutely hated this holiday.

Then it happened.

You weren’t sure what it was. You weren’t sure how it occurred. You thought it seemed impossible. But as you looked at March… as you really looked at him… you saw him.

You saw his face and his smile. His dark eyes and bright hair. The wrinkles between his brow that were inseparable from his constant annoyance. Only, there weren’t so many wrinkles. Not right now. Not while he was with you. He looked… happy, in a natural way. He looked happy to be here with you. That had never happened before. And- were you blushing? You felt heat creep up your face. It was the unfortunate effect of continuing to stare at March. All the while, he continued to look so effortlessly… him.

And then he turned and saw you.

He saw your face. He saw the look in your eyes as they made contact with his. He saw how perceptively flustered you were. Then, he blushed; a cherry-red color coating his cheeks.

As if you had coordinated it together, you both looked away at the exact same time.

What just happened?

A minute ago, the two of you were bouncing repulsive synonyms off of each other and acting like it was just you two against this world of pink hearts and white clouds. And now? Well, it was hard to say. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint it without the merest thought of March making your mind overheat and spiral down a drain of complicated thoughts.

While you continued to second-guess everything you ever knew, March said something and made your heart jolt.

“I’ll be right back.” He muttered, and stood up to walk towards Darcy. After a minute of standing there talking to her, he headed back and sat down. You picked some lint off your shirt.

“So uh… what’d you talk to Darcy about?” You asked him, staring holes into your knees. If you had been looking at March (which seemed impossible at the moment), you would have seen the way he turned more red and looked away.

“Oh- I…” he coughed. “I was just asking her about the menu to see if she had any… non-romantic drinks for sale. You know, because of how hot it is today.”

A cool breeze passed between you.

“Right.” You nodded absentmindedly, still fixating on your new, consuming thoughts of March. “It is really warm today.”

It wasn’t a total lie. Your body felt like it was on fire. And the worst part was there was no way to put it out.

“Yeah…” he sounded far off as he said it, like he knew you both knew the truth but actually admitting it would melt you into puddles. Or break your skeletons into tiny pieces. It just made things even more difficult to figure out.

Then, you made up your mind.

An instantaneous feeling of bravery surged through you. Just like March, you stood up and went to Darcy’s counter. Your heart was palpitating, threatening to burst.

“Ah! Our dear farmer!” She said cheerily, setting down a couple drinks she just finished making. “What can I get for you?”

Lightly scratching your cheek with a finger, you resisted the urge to look at March. He might notice if you did.

“Well…” you leaned in closer to ensure secrecy. “I wanted- I wanted to order a drink… anonymously.” Gulping once, you tilted your head down. “Is that alright?”

A sweet smile split her face. “Of course it is! I do it all the time, even off of holidays. Romance isn’t bounded to certain days you know.” She said that last part in sing-song manner.

You found yourself nodding at the words. They made complete sense to you. Totally. Completely.

Romance…

“So what will it be?”

“Hmm?” You perked up quickly, a little jumpy. The adrenaline-like rush you had felt wore off now that you were actually faced with what you wanted to do. Her words sank in. Oh, Uhhh…

“The… ‘Golden Heart’?” It came out more like a question than a request. A squeak, perhaps.

“That will be seven-hundred and fifty Tesserae.” She informed you. Still having your head up in the clouds, you went through the movements and paid her the money. You didn’t even realize March had asked you a question once you returned to your seat.

“What?”

He scrunched up his red nose. “I said ‘what were you talking to Darcy for’?” He murmured, getting distracted by something on his pants.

“Oh.” Your brain turned completely blank. “I uh… I was just asking her how much profit she’s earned today. Her business is doing really well.”

“R-right.” He stuttered, propping a leg over his knee and placing his hands on the ankle.

Not even a second later, Darcy showed up and set a drink on your tiny table. It was like someone poured liquid gold into a fancy crystal glass. It shimmered and shined in the early afternoon sun; complete with a fluffy white layer on top that had a pink powdered heart stenciled on it. It was gorgeous.

“One Golden Heart.” Darcy announced, gesturing it towards you. You felt color leave your face.

“I didn’t- I didn’t order-“ I didn’t order it for myself.

“Someone else ordered it for you.” She clarified with a smile before walking back to her shop. But who could have-

March turned red.

He was red before, but this time, he was really, really red. The crimson color was barely beaten by the hue of his dyed hair, but only by a bit. And it was nothing in comparison to the way he looked absolutely abashed. You couldn’t take it anymore and hurriedly changed your attention to your drink. The golden hue was a welcome change. Picking it up, you examined the contents for a moment. It really was pretty. Darcy was a genius.

 The moment you took a sip of it and made a “mmm” sound in delight at the delicious taste, March seemed to have absolutely lost it; frantically trying to hide his face with his hands and curl in on himself at how perfect you looked drinking and enjoying the beverage he ordered for you. He carded his fingers through his hair and desperately tried to push out all the thoughts that infested his brain.

You were too busy gulping down the golden liquid to notice his frenzied reaction (though truthfully it was because you were afraid of how your body might respond if you looked at him and his pretty face-). Once you finished the drink, an empty glass stood on the white table. Silence coated you once again. It went on for a little while longer, and it almost seemed like nothing would happen until-

“One Golden Heart.” Darcy announced like the first time. This was the one you ordered. Then, you realized; you had forgotten to tell her who it was even for. And yet, she seemed to know exactly who it was for as she set the drink down next to March. “Courtesy of an anonymous customer.” She finished with a wink. And she was gone again.

March stared at the golden color. He watched as it swirled and glittered. To an onlooker it would seem as if he didn’t even see the beverage, like he knew something was there but couldn’t quite perceive it.

It made you blush. Like, really blush. You weren’t sure if he could even see it, but you certainly felt it. Hot blood coursed through your face and pooled in your cheeks. Flames licked at your ears and you wanted to bury your face into your hands, but you couldn’t pull away. The curiosity was stronger than your need to hide the flustered look on your features. Or the hearts that were surely in your eyes.

Decently pink, March picked the glass up and took a drink. His eyes widened. He started sipping it quicker, tipping his head back, back, back, until his throat was bare to you and that Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with each swallow, and his arm swung down as he gasped for breath.

Then he saw you. His scarlet blush returned and he averted his gaze.

“It’s um… really good.” He said, absentmindedly thumbing the stem of the glass up and down.

“So was mine.” You resisted the urge to grab your empty glass and mirror him. The awkwardness was already thick enough to cut in half with a knife. March grabbed the rim of the cup and slowly swirled it around.

“At least the drinks aren’t so bad.” He continued to talk to you, and yet he refused to look at you. To be fair, you weren’t much different in that regard.

“Yeah.” You turned your head the other way. “At least there’s one thing about this holiday that doesn’t make me sick to my stomach.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah…”

You both looked down at your glasses. Maybe if you stared long enough, they’d refill themselves. At the very least, they provided an escape. Not that you could escape this for long though.

Nothing much changed throughout the rest of the day. You both sat there, stealing glances and trading looks of newfound fondness. Your bashfulness mirrored each other perfectly. Nothing came of it. At least not yet. It was maybe, just maybe, a bit to early for that. However, you had a long time to figure it out. And you oh-so-desperately wanted to figure it out. And you would.

Together.

Taglist: March FoM

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@thatonenewjerseychick @smoochi-march

[silentglassbreak]

I usually don't so this, but since you posted it not so long ago, are the requests still open? And if so, can I ask for meeting Noah after a show, talking about fantasies and maybe some vampire role-playing? But also lots of fluff after because he's a good top. My name's Maggie and my most prominent features are that I am short, I wear glasses and I have dark curly hair.

Alrighty, let's just get right into this one, because there is truly no time to waste.

After Writing Notes: Baby, I am so sorry. I have no clue how we got here...but here we are? Once again, we went a lil off prompt, so I apologize if it wasn't exactly what you were looking for? I hope you enjoy regardless! Just a heads up, this is -BY FAR- the darkest one I've written so far.

Rating: Explicit AF

Warnings: smut, kink, blood play, roleplay, blood...blood...blood, horror themes, light BDSM (choking and biting)

Die For You

February 14th, 2024.

Valentine’s Day is the bane of my existence. I was so tired of the patrons, the demanding orders, and - mostly - the couples. It was vomit-inducing. Did my recent breakup contribute to the way I was feeling?

Sure. Probably.

Did it change the fact that I was in the foulest mood imaginable?

Not in the slightest.

I leaned my head against the brick wall of the building, my break slowly waning, signaling I was due to go back in and finish the last two hours of this God forsaken shift. Being a waitress had no perks. None.

Instead, it came with cons that I had to endure in order to pay my bills.

“Hanging in there, Maggie?”

I sighed and turned to the door, hearing Alexa’s breathless voice. She was certainly struggling in there without me.

“Yeah, just getting some air. I’ll be in there in less than five.”

She nodded and stepped out into the cool evening air. She pulled a cigarette from her pack, lighting it between her lips.

“Have you seen the announcement on Insta?”

I rolled my head to the side to glance at her. “What announcement?”

She smirked, pulling her phone from her back pocket and opening the app, handing it to me.

The poster was on the Black Veil Brides page. It was blood red, with bright white font.

BLOOD BATH

October 31st, 2024

Kia Forum

BRING ME THE HORIZON

FALLING IN REVERSE

BLACK VEIL BRIDES

BAD OMENS

ICE NINE KILLS

THE FIVE BIGGEST BANDS OF METAL

ONE NIGHT ONLY

TICKETS SELLING FAST

My brain almost didn’t register what I was seeing.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” My eyes were blown out as I looked up at Alex.

“Nope. Tickets are $850 a piece, I checked.”

I groaned, tossing my head back. “I could never afford that, let alone before it sells out.”

Alexa scoffed, sucking in the smoke of her cigarette. “You’re hilarious. I just wanted to make sure you’d want to go.” She snatched her phone back from me.

“What?” I quirked an eyebrow at her.

“I have two tickets.”

My heart fell into my stomach. “E-fucking-xcuse me?”

She cackled. “Who else would I take? I’ve got a savings for a reason, right?”

My jaw was hanging open. “Alex, that’s insane. That’s $1,700!”

“$1,896, actually. Including taxes and fees.”

“That’s insane!” I repeated.

“When are we ever going to get to see all of those bands at once? It’s obviously some kind of crazy event. Can you imagine the crossovers we’re going to see? The theatrics!” I couldn’t speak, I was too stunned. “Plus,” She dropped her spent smoke and stomped on it. “I figured you needed some cheering up today. I know Bad Omens is your favorite.”

I could not physically restrain myself any longer, throwing myself at her and wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

“You’re the best fucking human being alive, you know that?!” I peppered kisses on her cheeks, making her squirm.

“Yes, yes, I’m aware.” She wiped my smeared lip gloss off her face.

She stalked back to the door, pulling the handle. “Now let’s finish this bullshit, so we can go celebrate. You’re buying.”

October 31st, 2024

The line to get in was impossibly long, so Alex and I were sat on the ground, chatting about the songs we were excited to hear, and who we were most excited to see.

“Spencer is the actual love of my life, and I cannot wait to see his fucking face.” She gushed.

I smiled. “Oh, don’t I know. But Andy? Ugh, how fucking mouthwatering.”

The doors would open shortly, so we stood, and promptly filed our way in. The venue was huge. We both agreed we would not be drinking, figuring we had a long time to stand and would end up exhausted.

We opted to grab two water bottles from the bar and head to the GA floor. We were early, luckily, and managed to grab a spot up at the rails.

Waiting nearly an hour, the lights finally came down, and the crowd erupted. Alexa was absolutely feral, listening to the opening of Rainy Day playing. When Spencer bounded onstage, full suit attire, and blade in his hand, she nearly jumped the rails.

As he passed us near the stage, I noticed something. I tapped Alex’s arm and she leaned her head down to hear me.

“He’s wearing fangs!” I shouted. She glanced up and looked, seeing the same.

Her eyes rolled as she licked her bottom lip. “Fucking bite me, Daddy.” She groaned, and I bursted with laughter.

She was so unhinged.

Ice Nine Kills finished their set with Welcome to Horrorwood, sending blood red confetti into the air, before gracefully stepping off the stage. During the set I had noticed a few things that almost seemed…off?

First of all, it wasn’t just Spencer with fangs. It was the entire band. Being as close as we were, I could see the shiny white fangs exposed every so often when they’d open their mouths to sing. These weren’t cheap, Amazon pop-ins either. They were convincing. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have sworn that they were their actual teeth, filed down to sharp points. It was interesting.

As well, everyone in the band seemed to have a looming presence tonight. It was so difficult to explain, but it just as if they weren’t just looking at the crowd, but like they were searching it. Looking for something specific, with pointed stares and glaring smiles. It ran a chill up my spine when Spencer made direct eye contact with Alexa for a full minute while singing Hip To Be Scared. It was as if he was looking at a meal.

She ate it up, as expected.

The next set, however, was Bad Omens, and I could not have been more excited.

I had seen them twice before, and their Setlist didn’t stray much, so I was actually shocked when the usual Loading Screen didn’t show, and the opening to Artificial Suicide didn’t begin.

Instead, the opening song was Blood. That was so odd. I didn’t think they even performed this song. The crowd loved it, however.

They still started in all ski masks, and removed them for the next track - Like A Villain.

During the chorus, I was singing and swaying, giving my full attention, but stopped as soon as Noah moved close enough that I could see it.

He was also wearing fangs. My eyes darted to Jolly, who was easiest to see from where I stood. He licked his lips and, as I suspected, there they were - sharp and white.

Alexa seemed to also notice this, tapping me to lean in. “It’s called Blood Bath, so it must be a vampire themed show for Halloween.”

I nodded, because that seemed legitimate.

But still…

I expected that out of Ice Nine or Black Veil Brides. Hell, Oli Sykes actually had fangs.

But Bad Omens?

They weren’t as theatrical. I was surprised they had agreed.

However, I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt eyes on me, and my attention was pulled back to the stage. A pair of deep, nearly black eyes were staring at me.

The song had changed, and we were on Nowhere To Go. And he was staring at me.

No, not at me. INTO me. Something in my soul felt exposed, as if I had shown up to this show nude.

I couldn’t break eye contact. I was caught between being starstruck, and immensely terrified. His lips were turned up in the slightest of smiles.

“Are you ready?”

I swallowed hard.

“I’m in the driver’s seat now.”

He finally broke his gaze, headbanging between screams.

Once I was released, I inhaled a sharp breath, turning my back to the stage. Alexa noticed as I crouched down, breathing hard.

“Babe?!” She bent down next to me. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “It’s too hot in this crowd, I’ve got to go.”

She got down to my eye level. “Maggie, you want to leave during Bad Omens?!”

I nodded feverishly, my dark curls sticking to my neck. Despite being sweaty, I had a cold chill climbing up my spine.

“I’m going to have a panic attack. I need a break.”

Maggie nodded, looking solemn. “Okay, let’s go.”

I stopped her, grabbing her arm. “No, you stay here. Save our spot. I’m going to go get some air, and I’ll be back.��

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re sure?”

I stood up, adjusting my shirt that had bunched up at my waist, and pulled my glasses on top of my head.

“Yeah, I’ll be back after their set.”

She sighed, but hugged me and told me to be careful.

I pressed my way through the crowd, not chancing another glance at the stage, despite feeling the eyes on my back.

-

The evening air was cool, in the fifty-degree range. I worried my sweatshirt with my fingers, feeling the air pull in and out of my lungs.

I had slipped out of the side entrance to the smoking area. I ducked under the ropes and to the back of the building to be alone. The tour buses were back in this area, but I paid it no attention, working hard at calming my nerves.

I had been out here for at least forty-five minutes. I could hear the music inside, and knew Bad Omens’ set had been over now for about five minutes. Figuring it was now a good time to make my way back to Alex, I pushed back into the building, seeing the crowd had not moved much.

I had tried to enter at several different points, but the bodies were condensed so tight, and unwilling to give up their spots. After fifteen minutes of trying, I growled and pulled my phone out, tapping Alexa’s name.

When she answered the phone, she shouted. “Hey! Where are you?”

“I can’t get back up there! No one is letting me through!”

She groaned. “Fuck! Okay, I’ll come out.”

“No! Don’t do that! Black Veil Brides is next! You cannot miss that!”

She went quiet for a second. “Maggie, I don’t want you to be alone.”

I stepped back outside so I could hear better. “I’ll be fine. I’ll watch the crowd to see if I can make it back in later.”

“You’re sure? Cause I will leave right fucking now. You know you’re more important.”

“Babe, you spent almost all of your savings on this. I’m not ruining it for you. I can see from back here.”

“Promise?”

I smiled. “I promise.”

Electing to stay outside a while, I sat on the curb behind the building, going through the photos and video I captured of Ice Nine Kills’ set. I managed to catch Spencer staring at Alex on camera, which I promptly sent her.

She responded quickly.

Alexa: OMFG HE’S IN LOVE WITH ME

I giggled, shaking my head at her response. Going back to my photo album, I sat watching the videos when I heard Black Veil Brides start.

Bleeders was the first song. Fitting.

Alexa: Dude…Andy’s wearing fangs too. It’s definitely a theme.

Me: Love it.

The music was so loud that I hadn’t heard the footsteps behind me.

“Excuse me?” Startled, I jumped up, turning around.

An impossibly tall, hooded man stood, hands in front of him, eyebrows raised.

It took me about three seconds to register who it was, and my mouth fell open.

“Are you okay?”

Noah fucking Sebastian.

I was caught between stunned, ecstatic, and horrified. He had such a soft look on his face. He looked immensely different than he did on stage. He wore black joggers with his own logo on them, a plain black hoodie, and a black baseball cap.

“Wh-“ My voice shorted, so I cleared my throat. “What?”

He smirked slightly. “Are you okay? I remember you from the crowd, and I saw you leave. I almost stopped the set when I saw you crouch down.”

I was floored. He noticed that? I knew he saw me, but Jesus Christ, I didn’t think he saw me?!

“Yeah, I, uh…” I stammered. “I just got really hot. The pyrotechnics and all.”

He nodded, chancing a step toward me. “You sure? You look pretty pale.”

Fantastic. Not only did I leave early during his performance - which he fucking saw - but I also looked fucking peaked at the same time.

I forced a calm smile. “Yeah, I’m good, promise.”

He seemed satisfied with that, putting his hands in his pockets. “Did I freak you out? When I stared at you?”

That was on purpose?!

I didn’t get a chance to answer. “I just perform better sometimes when I have something to focus on.”

I was bewildered, my eyebrows knitting together. “And that something was me?”

He smiled, a warm expression. “I guess so.”

“Why?” I couldn’t stop it from falling out of my mouth. Did it matter?

He shrugged his shoulders. “I liked your face.”

That’s a really strange answer.

“Okay?” I shifted one foot to another, not sure what to say or how to act.

“Why aren’t you watching the show?”

I sighed, moving back to the curb, deciding to sit back down. He made quick work of doing the same, sitting about a foot to my right.

“My best friend is up there. I couldn’t get back in to where she is. I tried.”

He nodded. “Ah.” His hands still in his pockets and knees bouncing rhythmically, he glanced around.

“Well, I’m going to watch from the balcony. Want to join?”

My heart rate sped up, screeching in my chest. His lip twitched at the same time, which was ironic.

“I,” My brain was misfiring, but I knew better. “I can’t.”

His eyes almost fell, his expression turning nearly…sad? “Oh?”

“I can’t leave Alex. I promised I’d make it back to her at some point.”

“You can bring her if you want.”

My mind was short circuiting. This couldn’t be fucking happening.

“I, uh, don’t know.” Something was too weird. This didn’t just happen. “I really shouldn’t.”

He nodded, pursing his lips. “No worries.” He stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “If you change your mind, I’m going up before Oli’s set. I’ll be around.”

With that, he turned around, and took a few steps. He spun back around and raised an eyebrow at me.

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“Maggie.”

He smiled. “See you later, Maggie.”

-

Me: I NEED TO FUCKING SPEAK TO YOU IMMEDIATELY.

Alexa: What level urgency? They’re playing In The End.

Me: B L A C K.

Alexa: OH FUCK IM ON MY WAY.

Alexa and I were regular show goers, so we had code we used.

Urgent situations were assigned a color.

Green: Good to go. Nothing to worry about.

Yellow: Shit’s getting weird. We need to keep eyes open.

Red: Urgent. Get to me ASAP. Serious situation.

Black: Get here now. Highest level priority.

Alexa came barreling out of the door and ran toward me, out of breath. “Are you okay? I got a knife in my boot that they didn’t take. I can stab someone!”

I grabbed her shoulders. “I’m fine!”

She stopped abruptly, narrowing her eyes. “What? Then why the urgency? I missed the end of the set!”

“I met Noah Sebastian.”

Her face deadpanned. “I beg your finest pardon?!”

I just nodded. “Out here. He remembered me from the crowd.”

“Are you fucking with me? Cause Maggie, I love you, but I’ll punch you right here, right now if you’re lying.”

“There’s no need for violence. She isn’t lying.”

Both of us snapped our necks to our left, the hooded figure stepping out from behind one of the buses. Noah came into view, hands still in his pockets.

“Nice to meet you, Alex.”

She visibly reeled, a shrill screech leaving her mouth.

“Holy fuck! It’s actually him!”

I giggled, glancing back at Noah, whose eyes were on me again. I straightened my spine, feeling that same fear sinking in from before.

“I was telling Maggie earlier that I planned to watch the rest of the show from the balcony with the guys. Wanted to invite you to join.”

Her mouth hung open, hand reaching for my arm and pulling me close. “We’d love to.” She answered for us.

I shot her a look. I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to do this. I still had the unnerved feeling that something wasn’t right.

She ignored my stare, smiling brightly at Noah.

He returned her grin with his own, which was oddly menacing. I noticed at that moment that he still had the fangs in.

“Awesome. Follow me.”

We did as we were told, following him into the back of the building, passing people who obviously were working on the show. We were far enough behind Noah that I pulled Alex in close, whispering to her.

“I feel weird about this, babe.”

She stared at me incredulously. “Why? Isn’t this your biggest fantasy?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course it is, but it feels strange. Why us?”

She shrugged. “We manifested it? I don’t know. Shit like this happens all the time.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think it does.”

The balcony he lead us to was private. It was between sets, so the other members of the band were sat, relaxing, beers in hand. It was set up as a lounge, three couches lined up.

Noah graciously introduced us to the other band members, and we shook their hands feverishly, awestruck. It wasn’t lost on me that all of them still had the fangs in.

Alex had struck a conversation with Nick Folio, explaining how she played drums in high school. I sat slowly on the end couch, seeing the view of the stage that was incredible. The couch sunk next to me, and I glanced over to Noah, who was tapping a message into his phone.

“Aren’t those uncomfortable?”

He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

I pointed to my canines, and he snorted.

“Oh, right. Yeah, you get used to them.” He locked his phone and slipped it in his pocket.

I nodded. “You guys are dedicated to the theme, huh?”

He smiled, showing off the sharp points, and ran his tongue over one. “They’re not easy to take off.”

“Mm.” Must be glued on.

“Can I ask you something?”

He nodded, leaned back on the seat with his arm over the back.

“Do you do this all the time? Pick up random fans?”

He narrowed his eyes, grinning at me.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because it seems abnormal. What makes us so special?”

He sat up, leaning forward on his elbows so he was inches from my face, his breath cool. “What makes you think you’re just some random fan?”

I scoffed. “Because I am?” I leaned away from him, needing air. “I’m just a girl. Short. Glasses. Mop of hair. I didn’t even wear makeup tonight.”

He leaned back as well, keeping a distance between us. “So? Why does that mean you aren’t special?”

I rolled my eyes. “I think I’m not the first fan to be in a balcony with you.”

He nodded. “You’d be correct.” My heart sunk just slightly. “But you’re the first one I went looking for.”

My eyes popped open.

The fuck did that mean?

“Looking?”

He snickered, sighing loudly. “You got me. I thought you were attractive. Really attractive, okay? I figured I’d see if I could catch you.”

This caught me so far off guard, I nearly fell off of the couch.

“You think I’m attractive?”

This made him belly laugh, my disbelief.

“Maggie, can I let you in on a secret?” I just nodded. He leaned his head over, whispering. “I think you’re mouthwatering.”

A sharp tingle shot up my spine, and I wriggled next to him.

The lights went down, and the crowd cheered as Falling In Reverse began their set.

Popular Monster. This show was a trip.

We watched the show, Alex and I singing along to the lyrics of nearly every song. Every so often, Noah would lean over and tell me something about the song playing, complimenting Ronnie’s artistic ability or the instrumentals. The guys all seemed to be enjoying it as well, air-guitar and drumming. 

It was just far enough away that I couldn’t tell, so I leaned into Noah. “Is Ronnie wearing fangs too?”

He nodded, lips nearly touching my ear when he spoke. “It was Oli’s idea. We all have them.”

Made sense. I smiled at him, catching his eyes wandering my face. His arm was tucked neatly behind my back now, resting on my hip. Something about the encounter changed. I didn’t feel fear anymore, rather, Noah’s presence felt safe. It felt comfortable and I felt myself craving it. The air almost lightened, my shoulders relaxing as I exhaled a breath I had been holding.

“Can I tell you something?” I nodded, leaning back in to hear him. “I’d kiss you right now, if you’d let me.”

My eyebrows shot up. He pulled his face away, running his tongue over his bottom lip. A pit opened in my stomach, causing me to swallow harshly. 

“And what if I don’t?”

He smirked, his tattooed finger coming up to swipe across my bottom lip. “That, darling, would be a tragedy.”

It was involuntary, the way my body pressed closer to him, the soft skin of his lips brushing against mine. It wasn’t quite what we wanted, but it was so close.

My self control was fading, and he knew it, his hand tightening on my hip.

“If you’d let me?”

That was it. My lips were pressed against his, molding to his mouth, and breathing into his soul. I felt the sharp tooth scrape over my skin, which elicited a hard groan from me. His other hand came up to the side of my neck, and his fingers tangled in my curls.

We lasted this way for several minutes, finally pulling away with a sharp hiss from his mouth. His eyes were feral, wild. His grip on my hair was tight. He bored into my eyes, speaking something that I couldn’t read.

We were pulled from our moment when a hand tapped my shoulder. I whipped around quickly, and his hands released me.

Alex stood, eyes wide, and smiling. “I hate to interrupt, but I’m going to run to the restroom. Just wanted you to know.”

I wiped my lips with my thumb, feeling a sharp pain. I nodded at Alex, who furrowed her brows, bending down to speak directly at me.

“Watch the fangs, babe. You’re bleeding.”

I looked down at my thumb, the deep red filling the ridges of my print.

A hand came up to wrap around my wrist, staring at my finger. He swiftly and smoothly lifted it to his lips, sucking it into his mouth. When he released me, my finger was clean.

He smiled a sheepish grin at me in response to my shocked expression. “Too weird?”

I wanted to say yes, because that was the normal person thing to say. However, given the heat that had pooled in my stomach and the way my thighs clenched together, I just shook my head.

The music was loud, booming into my chest, and I leaned back onto the couch, staring at Noah.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked me.

“That there’s no way this is real.”

He smirked. “Sometimes, it’s better to believe it’s not.”

This confused me, but he was wrapping his arm around me again, pulling me into his side, and looking down at the stage. We tried to watch the performance, we really did. But within minutes, I was in his lap, straddling his hips, and our tongues were fighting for dominance while his hands roamed up and down my legs.

I sighed, closing my eyes as his lips trailed down my jaw to my neck, nipping gently at my pulse point. He licked a stripe up my windpipe, causing me to rut against him.

“Fucking hell, Maggie.” He leaned back, and I pulled back, hands on his shoulders. “You’re so fucking amazing.” 

I blushed, leaning back down to nibble on his ear. In my peripheral vision, I caught my phone on the couch lighting up. I had four missed texts from Alex.

“Shit!” I grabbed my phone and sat back on his legs.

“Everything okay?”

I shrugged. “Alexa isn’t back, and I haven’t checked my messages. I got distracted.” I said, eyeing him mischievously.

He responded by scratching his nails down the front of my leggings.

Alexa: BABE Spencer is out here talking to Andy!!!!

Alexa: OMFG he’s looking at me. I’m going to talk to him.

Alexa: HE REMEMBERS ME FROM THE CROWD.

Alexa: He asked me to go to his balcony. I have to. It’s the one next to Noah’s. I’ll be there if you need me.

I smiled at my phone. “Such a weird night.”

“Is she okay?”

I nodded, setting my phone back down. “Yeah, uh,” I shook my head, trying to understand how this had happened. “She met Spencer Charnas, and she’s in his balcony.”

He nodded, looking apprehensive. “She’s a fan of his?”

“The biggest. She’d die for that man.”

His eye twitched at that, almost a wince. “Mm. Maybe she should stick with you?”

My face fell, confused. “Why?”

He bit his lip, glancing over to where Folio sat, who was staring directly at him. “I don’t know. Just seemed like the kind of thing you guys do.”

I nodded, falling off of his lap. “Usually, but this is kind of once in a lifetime.”

He sighed hard, his eyes glancing back up to Folio. “I wish it wasn’t.”

This was confusing, his entire demeanor had shifted.

“Are you okay?”

He worried his bottom lip with the fangs, and nodded. “You, uh,” He looked at his bandmates, who were all giving him a look. “want to see the bus? I need to get something, but I don’t want to leave you alone.”

There was something under his tone that made me almost flinch. It was as if he wasn’t giving me a choice…

“Okay? I mean, or I could wait with Alex in the next balcony?”

“No!” Noah’s voice was harsh, causing me to wince. “I mean, let her have her time. Once in a lifetime, right?”

I nodded, unsure.

“You trust me?”

I sighed, suddenly wildly unsure. “Should I?”

He nodded fervently. “Yes. You should.”

-

The tour bus was enormous. It was also a total mess. It was as if it was more lived in than an actual home. I try not to judge, but there was stuff everywhere. Drink containers, beer bottles, random garbage, clothes. The shades were drawn, and you couldn’t see outside. 

Noah turned around with a look of embarrassment on his face, a hard contrast to the persona he had on all night. He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Sorry, the guys said they’d clean up…I guess they forgot.”

I shook my head, giving him a warm smile. “No worries. You guys have to live here, I get it.”

He sighed. “Can I be honest?”

“I’d hope so.” I giggled, hands in my sweater pockets.

“I didn’t need to grab anything, I was just hoping for some privacy.”

My eyes widened, and I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Oh…” Suddenly uncomfortable, I began scanning the bus for all of the exits, the closest being the door behind me.

“You don’t have to stay, it was just stuffy in there and the guys are kind of really fucking nosey.”

This made me smile. “I caught that.” I pursed my lips, looking around, trying to soothe the hammering in my chest. “I could stay.”

“You sure? Oli is going to go on soon.”

I nodded. “Once in a lifetime?”

This almost made his face fall, and he leaned against the counter of the kitchenette sink. “I wish it wasn’t.”

This gave me pause, and I moved to stand next to him.

“What do you mean?”

He pulled his hat off, revealing his mop of long dark hair that was overgrown. “I just…” He trailed off. “I don’t get to have normal relationships, yaknow? Date? See people more than once? It doesn’t really happen.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why not?”

He smirked at this, looking down at his shoes. “My lifestyle doesn’t really allow it.”

I nodded. Rockstar life had to be tough.

“Well, just because you can’t date someone, doesn’t mean you can’t be friends, right?” I won’t lie, I was slightly hopeful.

“It’s kind of more complicated than that.” 

I nodded, not wanting to press further, and an uneasy silence fell over us. After about three minutes, he finally spoke.

“I liked kissing you.”

I couldn’t prevent the grin that cracked on my lips. “I liked kissing you too.”

“I didn’t bring you back here for that. I just thought I’d mention it.”

This was one of the pivotal moments in life where you decide how it goes. Walk away? See what this is, and make the smart choice to end it? 

Or consider this the Gods giving you a gift? A one-time chance to fulfill a fantasy you would otherwise never get again?

I decided quickly that life was too fucking short, and moved to stand in front of him.

“Can we…just do what we want? Because this will never happen for me again, and I find it painfully difficult not to jump on you right now.”

He peered up at me through his lashes, his eyes pitch black. “Yeah? You’re sure? I don’t want to be a dick, but you know I can’t continue anything after tonight.”

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a second, and opened them with no hesitation left, staring directly at him. 

This gave him the answer he was looking for, as it took less than a fraction of a second for him to have me pinned against the wall behind me, hand on my throat, lips attacking my mouth feverishly. A smooth growl rumbled from his throat, and something inside of me clenched. 

With the grip in my neck, he guided me to spin, lifting me up onto the countertop. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, and I breathed into him, feeling his hands smooth up my legs, and push them apart so he could press himself between them.

His mouth pulled at the skin of my jaw, surely leaving bruises I’d have to explain to Alex later. When I felt the sharp point of the fans against my skin, I placed a hand on his chest.

“Noah?” He didn’t pull back, but only hummed in response as he licked and sucked on my collarbone. “Maybe you should take the fangs out?”

He stilled, frozen. This caused me to do the same, waiting for his next move.

“I can’t.”

My brain didn’t register that. “Can’t?”

“They aren’t coming out.” He breathed again on my skin, making me shiver. “Is that a problem? If it is, tell me now.”

The idea of not going further made my body physically scream, so I just shook my head, signaling for him not to stop.

His arms, strong and solid, lifted me clean off of the counter and pulled me into the hallway, our lips reconnecting. In the back of the bus held a large bedroom area, and with one hand, he slid a door shut behind us. 

He lowered me onto the mattress and became so gentle, I almost couldn’t handle it. His hands reached to unzip my sweatshirt, pulling it open to reveal my crop top. I chose to go without a bra tonight, knowing I’d be keeping my sweater on. His eyes roamed to my hardened nipples pressing against the fabric, and he bit his lip in response.

“If at any point you want to stop, tell me, okay?”

I nodded.

“Say it. Say you understand.” His voice was callous, no playfulness left.

“I understand.”

This brought a wicked smile to his face, fangs pressing out and his tongue gliding over them. “Good girl.”

He was ruthless, his hands pulling my shirt up, exposing my bare breasts, hands grasping them with force, pinching each nipple between his fingers. I yelped at the sudden painful sensation, but pressed into his touch. His knee balanced him on the bed, pressing against my core. I writhed under him, begging for friction.

“So fucking needy, darling. All in good time.”

I sucked in a breath, nearly whining at his teasing. His right hand snaked up my chest, grasping at my throat. The pressure was so much, but I couldn’t ask him to stop because it was so good, I was okay with dying right here like this.

His other hand slid down my stomach, nails scratching into my flesh, before he gripped the waistband of my leggings and tugged them down.

“Tell me how bad you want it, baby.” His fingers loosened just enough for me to speak.

“So bad. Need it. Need you.”

His eyes were roaming my body, eyes settling on the jet black panties I wore. His hand pressed flat against the fabric, making me hiss at the sensation.

“You want me to eat you? Devour you?”

I nodded frantically.

“If I do, I’m going to bite you. You alright with that?”

I froze, staring up at him, tears running down the side of my face. 

“You can say no.” His voice was smooth as honey, dripping down his lips and right into my soul.

“Please.” It came out as a breath, just the ghost of a word.

A harsh snarl left his lips, and he dropped onto the floor with lightening speed, pulling my leggings off and gripping the waistband of my underwear, ripping them apart to show my already soaked pussy.

His fingers slid through my lips before coming up to his mouth, his eyes rolling back at the taste. “Fucking stunning.” He groaned.

His mouth attacked me, licking long, flat stripes up my core, causing my hips to buck. I whimpered, trying not to make too much noise.

His hands gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, bringing me right to his face.

“No one can hear us here, baby. Fucking scream for me.” 

I let go, letting all of the harsh, vile sounds leave my throat with no restraint. His mouth sucked hard on my clit, making my vision go stark white behind my eyelids.

“Oh my God, Noah, I’m going to come, please don’t stop.”

He latched harder, a finger penetrating into me, pressing against my sweet spot and smoothing circles into it, bringing me crashing over the edge of bliss. My back lifted off of the mattress, my entire body tingling.

At the exact second my orgasm slammed into me, I felt a stinging, slicing pain on the inside of my thigh, causing me to scream out and look down. Noah’s face was still buried between my legs, but his eyes were staring directly at me. His fingers continued to massage me through my euphoria while his lips pulled at the sore spot on my thigh. When he lifted his face, my body finally calming, a deep crimson fluid sat on his lip before his tongue came up and swiped it away. 

He rested a palm flat on my stomach as my breathing slowed. “Are you okay?”

I blinked back the tears and gasped in a breath. “More, please. I need more.”

It wasn’t even me speaking anymore. My body had transcended to another plane and I was watching from a different dimension at that point.

He smiled, his teeth tinged with blood - my blood. “What’s the magic word?”

“Jesus, fuck, Noah! Please!”

His hand snatched me by my waist, flipping me over and pulling me back up so my feet were on the floor. His arm held me up, as standing wasn’t an option with the way my legs felt like gelatin. I felt the warm fluid from the wound on my thigh dripping down my leg.

He paused, reaching for a drawer and grabbing, what I assumed to be, a condom. I heard the foil open and be discarded. He let go of me for ten seconds to put it on, and before I could think about anything else, he was pushing inside of me. The feeling was achingly delicious, the stretch and burn of it. Noah was exceptional. My body fell forward, hands reaching out balance. He thrusted mercilessly, pounding me harder into the mattress, his breathing loud and deep, guttural moans escaping him.

After a few moments, and my vision slowly blurring as I began climbing the hill once again, his hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me backward to stand straight up. I whined, leaning my head back on his chest.

It was without cause, but I still asked. “Bite me again? Please?”

I didn’t want it, I needed it. I was ravenous for the pain and the feeling of him being so connected with me. 

“Don’t say that.” His words were breathless, but I was persistent.

“Please, Noah. Please.”

“God damn it.” He tightened his grip on my neck and I felt his lips touch my skin before the fangs sung in deep, piercing the thin skin just above my clavicle.

A scream pierced through me as the pain sent white hot shock waves through my body, my vision cutting out and my orgasm tearing through me. I vibrated at the stimulation of it all, and began to feel by body going slack, my skin tingling with a numbing sensation. My eyelids began to feel heavy, Noah's lips still latched to my skin. I could swear I felt a sucking feeling. That would be one hell of a hickey later.

Noah's thrusts suddenly stilled, his throat growling against me, his fingers gripping my hip violently, surely leaving bruises.

I was still riding the high of my climax when I felt everything starting to go sideways as the room began to spin. His arm wrapped around me quickly as I felt my consciousness slipping.

"Easy, baby. Easy." I hadn't even noticed him slip out of me, or unlatch from my throat.

Suddenly, his hands were gentle, laying me down on the bed on my back. Through my hooded lids, I could see him standing, tall and muscular. I could see all of him, and as badly as I wanted to savor it, I was so sleepy.

His hands pulled a soft, red blanket over me, and he put a finger up. "One second, stay here."

He disappeared out of the door, and I felt my eyes threatening to close. My brain was shutting off quickly, and it wasn't going to be optional anymore.

He came back within a minute, now wearing shorts, with a large blue Powerade, and a pack of Reese's in his hands. He set them down on the mattress next to me and slid his arms under me, lifting me up onto the pillows of the bed.

"Maggie, you still with me?"

I could only mumble in response, the pull of sleep tugging me down.

"Don't fall asleep. You need to drink this." He opened the Powerade. My hand came up to take the drink, but my fingers had very little sensation. "Here." Noah used one arm to lift me partway, and held the bottle to my lips. "Just take sips."

Once I had sufficiently drank a quarter of the bottle, suddenly feeling parched, he recapped it and began tearing open the Reese's. "Eat this, you need to increase your blood sugar and carbohydrates."

Feeling slightly more coherent, I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why? Did that orgasm almost kill me?" I snickered, taking a peanut butter cup and peeling the wrap off the bottom.

"No, the orgasm didn't." He said pointedly, but made work of getting up and heading for the door again. I laid, slowly munching the chocolate, eyes trailing after him. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, feeling strikingly cold suddenly. I felt a numbness in my toes and fingertips. Something about it bothered me, but also didn't?

He walked back in, a damp rag in his hand. What did he need that for? He used a condom, I thought?

Noah sat next to me on the bed, and ran a hand over my cheek gently, giving me a small, comforting smile. "You feel better?"

I nodded, still chewing the second peanut butter cup. "Much."

His smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Good, I'm glad."

Smoothing his hand over to my hair, he pulled it away from my neck, and pressed the damp rag to it. I winced, pain shooting up into my face.

"Christ!" He pulled his hand back, and I noticed the rag was a deep red. "Am I bleeding?"

He shushed me, moving my face back over. "Not much anymore, it's mostly stopped. This is just a little alcohol to sterilize it." He sighed as he pressed the rag to my skin. "Next, I'll clean up your leg."

My mind, suddenly clear as day, began running through all of the most ridiculous scenarios possible. Regardless of how stupid it sounded, I still had to ask...

"Noah?"

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, pulling out a large bandage and unpeeling it from the paper.

"Are you an actual vampire?"

His hands stopped, and his neck snapped up at me. His eyes were deadly serious, but his lips twisted in a sick smile. "Now, why would you say something silly like that? Of course not."

"But-"

He chuckled, his body shaking, and continued applying the bandage to my neck, hand lingering on my cheek as he looked in my eyes.

"No, I'm just a guy with kinks, that's all."

Did I want to press this further?

I looked back up at him, and he smiled brightly. That's when I noticed.

"You took the fangs off."

He peered up at me, running his tongue over his teeth. "Yeah, something like that."

Noah began pulling the blanket from my leg when he stopped abruptly, his eyes shifting to the door of the room. His hand gripped my leg, and he spoke under his breath.

"Fuck." His eyes looked back at me, a panic now rising. "You have to go. Now."

He grabbed my arm, and began pulling me off of the bed gently. "Can you stand?" I heard the door of the bus open, and people speaking at the front.

The urgency in his voice was frightening, so I swung my legs over and attempted to stand. The room swayed slightly, but I managed to stay upright. I nodded at him.

"Good, okay," He stood off the bed, and ran to the other side, picking my clothes up and tossing them at me, sans my torn panties. "get dressed. I'm going to open the window, there's a ladder just outside. Climb down it and go. Fast. Go to your car, and leave."

I was stepping into my leggings and looked up at him. "I have to find Alex, first."

He huffed, frustrated, and helped me put my shirt over my head. "Don't. Just go."

Noah pulled the window open silently, and pulled me over to him once I had zipped up my sweatshirt and slipped my shoes on. "Noah, what-"

He pressed a hand to my mouth. "Please, just listen to me. Leave. Don't look for her. Just go. Fast, okay?"

My eyes welled up. The terror was back. Why was he hiding me? Was he embarrassed? Did he not want anyone to know I was here? Why didn't he want me to look for Alex?

He hands hoisted me up effortlessly, he didn't even groan when he lifted me to the window. I slipped a leg out, and turned my head to him. "Noah?"

He looked at me, eyes sparkling bright, brighter than I had seen. "Yes?"

"I hope to see you again."

The smallest smile turned his lips up. "If you're lucky, you won't."

-

Alex's phone wasn't picking up and she hadn't responded to any of my messages. Bring Me The Horizon's set was about over, and she was nowhere. Ice Nine's balcony was empty - they all were. She wasn't in the venue. She wasn't outside. She was gone.

Her last text to me had me walking behind the building, looking through the busses.

Alexa: Spencer invited me back to his bus with him and Ronnie...I can't believe this is real life!! I will text you when I'm done! ;)

I only knew which bus was Noah's, but I felt like an absolute creep looking through the others, trying to see into the windows. I was standing next to one, on my tip-toes, trying to see through the tint, when my ears picked up on something...

It sounded suspiciously like screaming...but not the kind I would expect from someone having a good time. Not the kind I just made.

I rounded the corner, finding one last bus, and noticed it appeared to be moving. This had to be it. As I approached, figuring I would just wait until she was done, it stilled, and the night went eerily silent. Something about it made my stomach drop. I considered going back and getting Noah, asking him to check it out, but I had already come to terms with the fact that whatever that was, was over.

Instead, I made a soft wrap on the door, hoping someone would answer. Nothing came, no sound or motion. I sighed. Someone was definitely in there. Maybe they fell asleep? I almost did.

I knocked harder with the same result. Eventually, I pounded, hollering. "Hello?"

My fingers reached for the handle, and I noticed the door was unlocked, the door opening easily. I looked in, and noticed it was dark, only a neon blue light emanating from the back somewhere. I stepped up the staircase, peering my head around the corner.

"Alex?"

What my eyes saw, I was nowhere near prepared for. My eyes met hers, only hers were upside down, head hanging off of the edge of the bed, tears running down the sides of her face. They were also lifeless, and so was she. She was laid on the bed, fully dressed, and blood poured from her throat and pooled on the floor. There were two men on top of her, mouths latched to her chest and throat.

I couldn't help the gasp that came out, my eyes watering at the scene. I brought my hand up over my mouth and both men looked up at me. I couldn't register what I was seeing...

Spencer Charnas and Ronnie Radke were on top of my best friend, and their faces were absolutely covered in her blood.

Their fangs shined, covered in the red viscous liquid, and harsh growling hisses came out of their mouths.

Before I could scream, a hand had grabbed the back of my sweatshirt and pulled me down the stairs, and was dragging me away from the bus. I thrashed, screaming and fighting against the person pulling me away.

"No! No! Please! Stop, please!!" A hand came up over my mouth.

"Shut up!" My eyes looked down, and through my bleary tears, I saw the tattoos. The familiar tattoos.

Noah pulled me over to another bus and pressed me against the side. He loomed over me, his eyes dark again, all of the light gone.

"I told you to fucking leave!"

I couldn't speak. I was stunned. "I...they...Alex..."

"Alex is gone." He was so matter of fact. Stern, even. A choked sob broke out of my chest.

"No, no please, you have to help me."

"I am helping you! You have to leave! Before anyone realizes you did." His hands were against the bus on either side of me. "Please Maggie, please just leave."

"Noah..." I stared at the sharp fangs. "Your teeth..."

He hung his head. "Maggie, listen to me. You were never here. You lost Alex at the concert, and she went missing. They already reported her missing to security." My eyes went wide, tears streaming. "Now, go home. Stay there. And never speak about this again. Understood?"

I didn't respond, I just glared at him. He was one of them. A monster. He drank my blood. He tried to kill me. Him and his friends...they killed Alex.

When I didn't answer, he grew impatient, slamming his hands against the bus, making me flinch.

"God damn it Maggie, do you understand?!"

I just nodded, and he let one of his arms fall. I slipped by him, but his hand caught my arm. I stopped, staring up at him.

"I'm so sorry." His eyes were soft again, but I ripped my arm from him. He looked taken back by my sudden brazenness.

"No you're not..." I took several steps forward, but I took a deep breath and stopped, turning to see him still staring at me.

"But you fucking will be."

[resident-mercie]

Leon Kennedy Slow Burn Fic — Lips of an Angel. (1/?) (NSFW.)

Themes: High School Seniors!AU, slow-burn, pining, best friends to lovers. Eventual NSFW (penetrative sex, cream pie, semi-public sex), mentions of pregnancy and abortion.

Mercie’s note: yes this is self indulgent as fuck lol i don’t care

— With high school graduation fast approaching, Leon Kennedy gives his best friend, Annie, an offer that neither of them can really refuse.

“Well. Fuck me.”

Annie sits on the white tiles of her bathroom floor, a pregnancy test in either hand. And both of them are positive, because the world can’t let this poor girl catch a break. She’d been studying her ass off for Stanford, which was rapidly approaching in about two months time, and now…

“I’m knocked up. Great.”

It’s not like she was a naïve girl — I mean, if she wasn’t intelligent, she wouldn’t have gotten herself a place at Stanford. She knew what she was getting herself into that night, but… it was one of those instances where you assume it’s never gonna happen to you. Until it does.

Annie groans, standing up, placing the two tests on the counter, looking at herself from the side in the mirror. She was about four weeks along, so it wasn’t visible. The only people who know are herself, and her dog, mostly because the goofy labrador wouldn’t leave her stomach alone. But she knows that she has to tell the other half involved in this incident — after all, it takes two to tango.

She opens her phone, and her thumb hovers over the contact for her best friend, Leon.

They were an unlikely duo, for sure. Annie was the reserved one of the duo. Quiet, elegant, slightly aloof to those who don’t know her. Leon would always tease her, telling her she was like the moon, or a black cat, because of her elegance. And he wasn’t wrong, either. While Annie was never able to see her own beauty, she really was ethereal. Cascading red hair, porcelain skin, and these eyes that ascended beyond being just blue… they were so light in colour that they were piercingly so, but there was a hidden vulnerability to them if you took in her appearance for long enough. She was the definition of “slim thick”, a real knockout for sure. As her closest girl friends, Claire Redfield and Jill Valentine would always say— “how the FUCK are you single, Annie?”

It was something she’d just laugh off.

Leon Kennedy, her best friend, was the total opposite, however. He was the extrovert, the excitable golden retriever puppy, the sun. If the boy had a tail, it’d be wagging a mile a minute. He was popular amongst the senior cohort for being the star quarterback, yet he was as down to earth as he was the day he enrolled as a freshman. He was always smiling, always joking, but was always very respectful of everyone he interacted with. He didn’t care for arbitrary things like popularity or body counts— he was a respectable guy, and treated everyone with the respect they deserved, no matter the cliques they ran in. He was a dirty blonde, toned, slightly muscular, but slender in frame. His blue eyes were a lot deeper, and if you were Annie… they were a lot softer, but only for her. His guy friends, Chris Redfield and Carlos Oliveira, had no idea how he didn’t have a girlfriend, either.

Annie swallows back her pride, and dials Leon’s number, tapping her thumb against her other hand in beat to the dial tone.

“Moon-cat… it’s three in the damn morning… is it your cramps acting up again? Want me to sneak out and cuddle you?”

Annie chuckles softly into her cell, wishing it was just cramps.

“Something like that, yeah. It’s fine if you can’t sneak out, I don’t your mom ripping you a new one like last time…”

There’s a genuine, happy laugh from the other line.

“Don’t be silly. Gimme fifteen and I’ll shimmy up your dad’s wisteria climber like I did in junior year. Wait for me to knock on your window, m’kay? Love you!”

Annie chuckles softly as Leon hangs up, walking out of her en-suite bathroom, and into her bedroom again. Given the time of night, she’s still in her pyjamas, which are a cropped black tank top, wine red cycling shorts, and black fuzzy slippers. She waits by the window, smiling at the memory of junior year — her periods were particularly bad that year, and it made her a very crappy, very emotional mess. So, Leon would set it so that his phone would only make notifications from her audible on a night, and whenever she’d call in tears, there he’d be, shimmying his way up that damned climbing plant that trailed up to her window, with tampons and chocolate. And then, they’d lay there, spooning for hours, until dawn rose, and Leon would dash back to his house before his parents realised where he was in the next morning. He’d be exhausted, but it made him so happy knowing that she was being cared for, by him, and that she wasn’t alone at her worst.

The lines of their friendship had always been blurred, which is why Annie was now carrying his child.

It was about a month ago, and it was one of the last games of American Football of the season before state championships. Annie knew jackshit about sports outside of Formula One, but she always came with their little friend group, to cheer as loud as humanly possible for him. Their friend group was herself, Leon, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, and Chris and Claire Redfield.

She remembers the night so vividly…

Annie returns from the concession stand, with a cherry slushie. It’s staining her lips red, which makes the others giggle. She’s in her favourite outfit, that she always wears to the games— little black dress, long, black, heeled thigh high boots, and a black and baby pink racing-style jacket. She’s tied her long, red hair back, but she’s left her bangs loose at the front, so that they frame her face. Her lips have a little red tint to them — a mixture of the slushie, and her red lip tint, and her black eyeliner is done with near surgical precision. She takes her seat in between Jill and Claire, and she sees Leon doing some last stretches on the pitch, before the game. He sees Annie, and sticks his tongue out at her childishly — it was a pre-game tradition for them both. She sticks her tongue back out at him, and she immediately sees Leon crack up upon seeing her slushie-stained tongue.

He plays flawlessly, as always. But there’s something about him tonight that makes him seem prettier than usual — maybe it’s the way the floodlights are illuminating his face, maybe it’s the sheen of sweat covering his body, or maybe it’s that damned goofy smile he cracks at her with each touch-down he scores. The friend group are cheering and chanting his name, but Annie is the loudest. She always has been.

The game ends, and naturally, with Leon on the field, it’s a landslide victory, The friend group walk onto the pitch after the game, praising Leon on the win that he made happen. But he always hugs Annie first and tousles her hair, before he reacts to any of the praise.

Chris is grinning.

“Well, folks. Whose turn is it to treat Leon to his celebratory milkshake this time?

Leon chuckles, but waves his hand.

“You guys go on without me. I need to do some cooldown stretches before I go anywhere. I won’t be able to walk in the morning if I don’t.”

“Damn, Leon! That sounds like what I feel like after I’ve gone out hooking up for the night in my car. But it’s way more fun for me, because I get the chicks, and you all you get is to throw a pigskin around.” Chris laughs. “We’ll see you at the diner, yeah? Don’t be late or the free milkshake offer will expire.

Leon just rolls his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. See you guys in a little while.”

The others head to the diner, but Annie hangs back, smiling at Leon. They look back, expecting her to come with, but Carlos just shakes his head and laughs.

“Leave those two to it. They’re looking at each other with those damned eyes they give each other again. ‘Just best friends”, my ass.”

The others laugh, partially in amusement, partially in agreement, and they head to leave the pitch,

Annie walks up to him, wrapping her arms around him slowly.

“You were incredible out there, really. That thing you did where you threw the ball on the ground? Incredible. Sent everyone fucking bananas.”

Leon laughs softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Ever considered the whole sports commentary thing after graduation next month instead of Stanford? You really do have a way with words that makes American Football sound riveting.” He rolls his eyes playfully, nudging her. “C’mon, let’s go sit on the bleachers for a while. I just wanna relax for a bit, because you know the moment we step foot in that damned diner, Chris and Carlos are gonna be ribbing each other over something stupid.”

Annie laughs softly, and Leon takes her hand, and they sit in the very top corner of the bleachers. Everyone has gone now, and the stars are out, illuminating the two souls, whose connection goes beyond just the platonic— but they’re currently none the wiser.

She rests her head on Leon’s shoulder instinctively, as they look up at the stars together. They see one shoot by, and Annie gasps happily.

“Shooting star! You gotta make a wish, Leon.”

Leon laughs softly, breaking his gaze from the stars, to look at Annie’s face.

“C’mon, you seriously don’t believe in all that, right?”

Annie pouts, nudging him playfully.

“I still made a wish,” she grumbles softly.

Leon puts of an act of mock defeat, holding his heart dramatically, as if he’s just been wounded.

“And you didn’t tell me? C’mon, An—ni—iiie! Tell me!” He laughs, shaking her by the shoulders, which makes Annie giggle.

“I can’t tell you. You’ll take the piss out of me.”

“I’m your best friend,” Leon chuckles. “Taking the piss out of you is basically my full-time occupation.”

Annie glares playfully, and Leon notices a slight hint of blush creep across her cheeks.

“F-fine. My wish is… that I’m not gonna graduate as a virgin. I’m one of the only people, to my knowledge, who is still a virgin in the senior cohort. There’s six weeks till graduation, and I’d feel like a total loser if I graduated as a virgin.”

Leon laughs aloud into the stars, but then his expression softens when he realises that Annie really means it.

“Annie… it’s just a dumb teen rite of passage. You don’t gotta do it if you don’t wanna.”

“I know, I know. But after graduation, I have two months, before I end up at Stanford. And I guess… I want my first time to be special, rather than with a college frat boy who sees me as just another notch on his bedpost, you know?’

Leon’s face softens, and he takes his hand in hers, and their gazes both return back to the stars.

“You know I’m still a virgin too, right, Annie?” Leon chuckles softly.

“Bullshit. There’s no way you haven’t lost yours.”

“I’m being serious.”

They both go quiet again, Leon running his calloused thumb over the soft skin of her hand. The stars are flashing, twinkling, and Leon places a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

“Are you really serious about losing your virginity before graduation, Annie? Is this something you really want?”

Annie nods, sighing softly as she keeps her gaze on the stars.

“In that case… let me pitch what might be the most bizarre offer in the history of our friendship, ever,” Leon chuckles, still rubbing her thumb over her dainty little hand. “If you’re dead set on wanting to have your first time, then… let it be with me, your best friend. Let’s give each other our virginities, right here, right now.”

“Wait, for real?”

“Only if you wanna, of course. The bleachers are empty, so… why not?”

Leon stands up, sliding off his varsity jacket. He lays it out on the bleacher table, smiling.

“It’s not the most ideal, I know. But I think having our first times under the stars would be way prettier than doing it in the back of that damn car you never clean,” he teases “so… what do you say?”

Annie stands up now, wrapping herself around Leon, looking up at him with those intensely blue eyes.

“Thank you, Leon. There’s… no one else I’d want to do this with.”

He smiles, and his lips graze against hers softly, his hand coming up to wrap itself against her cascading, red mane. There’s a tenderness, and a hidden longing oozing from the both of them, Annie craning her neck slightly to meet his mouth. Her own hands snake up the back of his neck, and she seems to pull him in closer, desperate for time to just freeze, and for the two of them to be stuck in this moment forever. Annie’s tongue softly meets his lower lip, a sensation that makes Leon shudder in arousal.

“Annie, f-fucking hell…” Leon groans, immediately feeling all the blood rush between his thighs. He’s kissing back with longing, pining, and Annie is moaning softly against his lips.

His free hand travels lower, caressing her ass softly, worshipping her curves with his hand.

“You’re beautiful, Annie,” Leon breathes, pulling away from her softly with a smile. “To do this for you, it’s… well, let’s just say I’m feeling like I’m a damn lucky guy.”

Annie giggles softly, as she presses her forehead to his, her breath hot and sweet. “You’re pretty too, Leon. Pretty damn silly.”

Leon laughs softly, grazing his lips against hers, groaning at the touch. He’s already pitching a tent, and Annie feels herself throbbing from such a simple, yet intimate touch. He scoops her up into those athletic arms of his, and lays her on the varsity jacket he’d laid out on the bleacher bench earlier. He smiles softly at her, as he climbs on top of the bench, over her, caressing her face with his calloused fingertips.

“I-I’m already hard, Annie, I-I won’t lie. I might not last very long…” Leon gives her that signature lopsided smile, and Annie just giggles softly.

“I don’t care about that, Leon. Having you do this for me… well, I can’t thank you enough.”

Leon presses his lips to hers, pining for her touch, and they moan against the other’s lips, as they graze their tongues against one another in such an intimate state.

“Th-the pleasure’s all mine, Annie…”

Leon’s hands snake up her dress, and he looks for Annie to give him the go ahead to slide down her panties, and she nods. They’re black silk, which makes Leon smile softly, and he turns to Annie.

“Good choice in panties.” He chuckles, bringing them down around her ankles.

“Only the best for me.” Annie rolls her eyes playfully, which makes Leon laugh softly, looking at his best friend with an admiration and affection that’s bubbling over the boundaries of platonic.

Leon’s fingers find their way between her thighs, and to her pussy. His thumb finds her clit with ease, and he massages the little bud, while his index and middle fingers trace softly around the outside of her wetness. Annie lets out a happy little purr, arching her back at the touch. The sound she lets out simultaneously makes Leon so happy to see his best friend having a good time, but also makes him even more horny, if that’s even possible. He can’t help but kiss her thighs softly and messily, and Annie lets out a sound that’s half giggle, half moan.

“I’ve always told you this…,” he murmurs from in between her thighs, “but you’ve always had the prettiest voice. You know that, right?”

The sweet smell of her pussy is making him whimper, and he can’t help but lap softly at it, which makes Annie whimper in turn. This is Annie’s experience, he thought to himself, and he just wants to worship every bit of her body, like it deserves. Annie reaches her hand down to stroke his hair as he laps softly at her, her eyelashes fluttering at the sensation. Her happy little moans are like cocaine to him, and he can’t help but smile and whimper with each contented noise she makes.

He gets up from his position now, and leans over the top of her again, running his fingers over her fading self-harm scars from sophomore year, smiling at her with such an intense admiration for her body. Annie can feel the heat rising inside her, and she lets out a little breathy “I’m ready, Leon.”, smiling at him softly. Leon bites his lip a little, sliding down the trousers of his football uniform, his belt making a slight clinking sound. He shakes them from his ankles clumsily, which makes Annie giggle, and him smile. As he pulls down his boxers, Leon notices he’s already been dribbling pre-cum, just from the feel of her lips and the taste of her wetness alone.

Annie giggles softly, as she watches him toss his boxers aside with the trousers of his football uniform.

“Man, I must taste good for you to react like that.”

Leon chuckles, as he climbs back on top of her.

“You were always somehow even prettier when you were more self-confident, Annie.”

He takes one of Annie’s little hands in his larger ones, their fingers interlocking, while the other holds her waist.

“If it feels like too much, promise me you’ll say something. This is your experience, moon-cat.”

“I promise, sun-puppy.”

Leon slides into her, and for a split second, their visions blur, at the sheer sensation of their bodies becoming one. If there was an ultimate nirvana, it was this. Two best friends, who didn’t even realise that in a matter of months, their feelings would stretch beyond the platonic entirely. They both moan at the same time, and then smile at each other, laughing breathlessly. Annie’s hand tightens its grip around Leon’s, as his thrusts start softly and gently in intensity. He’s so needy, so hard, that Annie is almost certain that she can feel him throughout her whole body. She smiles at him, smiling breathlessly, mouth slightly agape, as if to say, ‘keep going’. As they share one another under the stars, all that Leon is thinking about is Annie. And all Annie is thinking about is Leon. She’s quivering pleasurably underneath him, as she wraps her legs around Leon’s toned back, which makes Leon smile softly, kissing the corner of her mouth. Annie uses her free hand to play with his hair, smiling breathlessly at him. It was if they were high, or drunk, on one another. The other’s touch, the other’s pheromones, the other’s presence. It’s as if they can both feel a molten heat rising in their cores, as Leon keeps his gentle pace, but it’s clear they’re both ready for their releases.

“Leon…”

Leon takes his free hand, caressing her cheek.

“Annie.”

She’s tightening and convulsing around him, as if her body is trying to pull him in closer, deeper. It’s so heavenly that they’re both losing their damn minds — their senses totally clouded by the presence of the other. Leon moans her name softly, groaning as he kisses the corner of her mouth, his cock twitching, flooding her needy pussy with his hot cum. Annie’s eyes roll back. and she pulls Leon closer with her free hand and her legs, and she tightens around him as she reaches her own climax. She’s left a very sweet flood of arousal at the base of his softening cock, as the both of them lay there, spent, panting, but grinning. Annie wasn’t on birth control, and Leon didn’t have a condom to hand, but the feeling of the sex— no, the love-making between them, had completely clouded their judgment. As Leon pulled out, the two of them started laughing breathlessly, and he kissed her forehead tenderly…

As Annie is reminiscing from that night a month ago, she hears a gentle tap at the window. It’s Leon, her “sun-puppy”, having shimmied up the wisteria plant with his iconic lopsided grin, waiting to be let in.

“Hey, moon-cat! I brought chocolate. What’s up, anyway?”

Annie gulps softly as he very clumsily rolls through her window, and takes a deep breath.

This is gonna be one helluva conversation.

[pyrodolls]

hey!! could you write a havik x earthrealm reader celebrating Valentine’s Day at the reader’s request?

heart to heart (havik x gn! reader)

warnings: gore i guess? and both of you being weirdos but its ok ur weirdos in love. there’s also a rickroll at the end.

summary: kinda funny story of havik celebrating valentine’s day with gender neutral reader!! (cuz i can’t imagine him celebrating valentines in a normal way LMAO he’s chaotic ok.)

a/n: anon… did u read my mind.. cuz i was gonna write a valentine’s themed story with havik but i decided not to bc it wasn’t valentine’s yet.. but i have an excuse now 😈 also i went off the rails with this I’M *REALLY* SORRY ANON!!

“what is this.. valentine’s day you speak of?” havik asked. you had brought up the idea of valentine’s day with him, since the day was coming up and you wanted to see if your lover was interested in celebrating with you.

“well, it’s a holiday in earthrealm. not everyone celebrates it, but usually we use it as a day to appreciate our significant others. we gift them candies or some other goods.” you explained.

“…what else?” he asked, genuinely interested in your home’s customs.

“hmm… we put up decorations i suppose. a lot of red, white, and pink everywhere. and hearts. usually people gift their partners something heart shaped.” you added.

a comical lightbulb appeared above havik’s head as soon as he heard you say that.

-

the next day, which was valentine’s day, you awoke to a box in front of yours and havik’s bed. it literally smelled like shit. did someone send you shit in a box???

“good day, my beloved.” havik greeted, sitting up in bed and looking as if he woke up before you.

“good morning, havik. did you send me this?” you asked. he nodded, gesturing you to open it.

when you opened it, it was as if havik gave you his heart.

literally. his heart was in the box.

you looked over to him and he had a giddy expression on his face as if he did the funniest thing possible.

“what? i heard you earthrealmers gave each other your hearts!”

“NOT LITERALLY.”

(real life image of havik giving you his heart drawn by me :333)

(ok ok now i’ll take it seriously LMAOOOO)

“good day, my beloved.” havik greeted. he was standing over the bed you both shared, looking strangely excited.

“good morning.. you look excited.” you pointed out, getting up out of bed.

“you should look outside.” havik grinned mischievously.

you gave him a confused look before you stepped outside to see a few bloody clothes on the ground.

“whose clothes are these?” you asked.

“these are the clothes of every person you ever wanted dead. surprise.” havik cackled. damn, he really killed them for you, he’s a keeper.

“i see..” you knew it was wrong. but damn, you wanted them dead so bad. and he did it for you, as a valentine’s day gift. you knew he wouldn’t give you a traditional gift since he’s a chaotic guy, but you definitely didn’t expect this. in your own twisted way, you were deeply grateful for what he did.

“thank you so much, love. i appreciate it.” you told him.

“that’s not all… i also made sure you don’t have any duties for today. you may choose how you want to spend your.. valentine’s day.” havik said, proudly. he was giving you the freedom to choose how you wanted to spend your day.

you chose to spend your day with him. you didn’t really care how you spent it, you were just glad to be around him. he felt the same towards you. havik refused to follow society’s traditional rules of valentine’s day. he wanted to be a little chaotic and mix things up a bit, but he understood that you just wanted to appreciate each other that day.

you wouldn’t change it for the world. he’s a bit strange and refuses to do anything traditionally, but at least he is being himself and still loves you. he loves and appreciates you a *lot* but he just shows his affection for you in a.. unique way. you are the light in his life and he would never give you up or let you down. just let him be a little weird with how he expresses his feelings, and you’re good.

(even tho he refuses to admit it, he does sleep that night in peace with you and clings onto your sleeping form like a sloth to a tree. he’s just so relaxed because he had a good day with you! a weird day. but when do you *not* have a weird day with havik? maybe you two will do this “valentine’s” thing again next year.)