#anyways i hope his valentines day his shit cause i know he's not gonna respond to me until it's over so that i ''dont ruin it''

[succubi-tch]

I am actually so tired of waiting for my friend to grow up and finish "thinking over" this confrontation we had on the 16th of fucking january so we can finish this tense ass conversation.

The one that didn't need to happen, but happened because he went back on his apology regarding crappy behavior to me when we were teenagers. Shocker, I got mad! And then he had this absolute insane response to me getting mad that, and I say respectfully, was absolutely something you'd find in the DSM-5. My boy, you need help, not to beat me to death with your words

[viastro]

euphoria | yoon jeonghan

ミ★ synopsis: in which you fail to greet your best friend happy birthday right at the stroke of midnight.

ミ★ genre: best friends to lovers!au, slice of life, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: none !

ミ★ word count: 3,324

ミ★ pairings: jeonghan x female reader

ミ★ notes: this is a bit late !! but i wrote this fluffy oneshot in honor of our angel’s birthday, yoon jeonghan! i hope you guys enjoy it <3

Jeonghan’s been your best friend from the moment the two of you entered high school and got paired up to introduce each other to your class. He was still losing the baby fat in his face, and you were both around the same height. It was just the two of you against the world at that time, you’re unsure of what you would do if Jeonghan wasn’t in your life. You blossomed earlier than Jeonghan, growing into your features and knowing what flatters you and what doesn’t.

Things changed once the two of you entered university. Jeonghan had a growth spurt, now a whole head taller than you. The baby fat in his cheeks now long gone, sharp cheekbones now replacing it. Sometimes you miss his bread cheeks, you used to just spend your time squishing his face to tease him. His fashion sense improved immensely as well, perhaps it’s because of the kdramas you forced him to watch with you. His long hair was also cut short and dyed a beautiful shade of lavender. It was blonde at first, but one night you told him that your favorite color was lavender. 

He showed up at your house a week later with lavender hair. 

That happened to be the week that you realized you were in love with him as well.

Jeonghan gained a lot of attention at your university, getting multiple confessions and handmade chocolates whenever it was Valentine’s day. You would walk across campus and see your lavender haired best friend surrounded by men and women attempting to get the pretty boy’s attention. 

You learned to steer clear of Jeonghan on Valentine’s day for the sake of you not losing an arm. He understood though, as he would later come to your dorm and the two of you would eat the chocolates together. One time in your guys’ second year of uni he asked you why you never made him chocolates on Valentine’s day. 

“When will you confess your love for me, mm?” Jeonghan asks you with a hint of a smirk on his face. You have come to realize that Jeonghan dying his hair black made him look more intimidating rather than soft. So the warmth rushing to your cheeks isn’t that surprising to you based on this discovery. However, you’re still silently cursing the Gods for making your best friend incredibly handsome. You decide to play along with Jeonghan, because two can play at this game. Leaning in closer to his face, his eyes widen slightly at the sudden close proximity, “Yn?”

You smile at the fact that you were able to make him flustered, popping one of the chocolates into your mouth before leaning back. The sweetness of the chocolate floods your taste buds, and you send a wink to a now flabbergasted Jeonghan. 

“I can’t cook, Jeonghan.” 

You and Jeonghan never thought that your duo would later become a group of fourteen people. However, you meet a lot of new people in college. So you and Jeonghan expanding your friend group in your second year of uni should not be this surprising, but it was. Considering the fact that you’re now surrounded by thirteen handsome men on campus. 

It’s more of a pain on Valentine’s day now. 

However, you strongly believe that Jeonghan’s birthday might be one of the worst days to spend on campus. With gift, after gift being thrown at him and almost everyone wanting his attention. It’s exhausting, which is why you typically avoid him on campus on his birthday as well.

Today is that cursed day.

“Happy birthday, Jeonghan!”

“Jeonghan I got you this sweater!” 

“Jeonghan!”

You glance up from your journal to see your recently dyed blonde haired best friend getting crowded around by everyone, and you squint at the sight. Turning away from the view, you attempt to try and continue drawing a photo of the fruit your art class was assigned to draw. You’re not even an art major, but you wanted to take the class for the sake of having a calming course among your STEM classes.

However, as you continue to try and draw the apple, you realize that art class isn’t as calming as you originally thought it would be. You set down your pencil and tilt your head at the fact that your apple looks more like a grotesque raccoon. “How the fuck-”

Mingyu walks down the stairs and into the square in plans of going to visit Jeonghan. Only to pause and grimace at the sight of Jeonghan trying to move past the crowd with Joshua at his side, and soon decides that he’d much rather greet his friend a happy birthday! later. 

Mingyu looks around until he finds you sitting at one of the tables in the square, and he lets out a chuckle at the disgusted look on your face. He walks up and settles down beside you, causing you to glance up and immediately let out a smile. 

“Mingyu!” 

“Yn! Have you greeted Jeonghan yet?” Mingyu asks, and you shake your head as you close your journal and place it back into your backpack. You turn your head and look over to see Jeonghan and Joshua finally escaping through the crowd and running out of the square, gifts in hand as they do so. 

“Where do we go?!” Joshua asks hurriedly as they sprint, and Jeonghan gasps for air before responding with, 

“Up your ass!”

“The FUCK!” 

You chuckle at the duo once they’re now out of sight, “Ah, they finally escaped.” 

“Can’t believe he gets that many gifts on his birthday from people he’s only spoken a word to.” Mingyu says with an amused smile on your face, and you lean back, squinting at the tall man. He turns and glances at you, eyes widening slightly at the expression on your face. “What?”

You reach out and bonk his head, and Mingyu lets out a whine, patting the area you hit him. He pouts at you, “Why did you hit me!?” 

“Cause you also get that many gifts on your birthday! Must I remind you that the thirteen of you are literal heart throbs on campus?” You exclaim, and Mingyu lets out a giggle. “Ah, right.” 

Rolling your eyes, you open your mouth to scold him some more, only to pause when your phone vibrates on the table. Turning your head you glance at the screen, seeing a text message from the man of the hour. 

jeongjeongie: you didn’t greet me today D:<

shiT THEY’RE GONNA GET M

“Ooo~ someone’s in trouble. You always greet him at midnight, what happened?” Mingyu asks, and you roll your eyes at the message. You turn off your phone before letting out a sigh, looking up at the blue sky. 

“I wanted to change it up this year. We’re going to hangout tonight anyways, he’s just being a big baby.” You mutter, a hint of a smile on your face when you turn back towards Mingyu. He chuckles, nodding his head in agreement with the last part of your sentence. He tilts his head at you after a moment, and you mimic the action. “Mm?”

Mingyu shrugs, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, “You finally gonna confess as a 22nd birthday present?” 

You sputter and immediately bonk Mingyu’s head again, resulting in a lot of whines and you having to pat his head in apology for hitting him too hard. You shoot him a glare after making sure he’s okay, and Mingyu squints back at you. 

“Based on your reaction, I think I was right.” Mingyu grumbles, and he watches as your eyes turn into slits. You pout and look away, muttering to yourself, “Was it that obvious?” 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, before Mingyu’s eyes widen and he gasps, turning back towards you. You glance at the latter, seeing him gaping at you. 

“What?”

“DEADASS?!” Mingyu asks loudly, and you raise a finger to your mouth, shushing him for being so loud. You’re sure that you must’ve gained the attention of some of Jeonghan’s admirers based on Mingyu’s volume. “Shut up!” 

“I was just joking! I knew that you loved him but I didn’t think you were ever going to confess!” Mingyu whisper-shouts and you cover your face with your hands. You peek at him through your fingers to see him still staring at you in shock, and before you know it, the blush takes over your features. 

“Were my feelings that obvious?” You ask, and Mingyu nods his head as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. “Based on the fact that the two of you stare at each other as if you’re the only ones in the room, I’d say it’s obvious to us. Maybe not to you guys though.” 

You purse your lips, letting out a tired sigh at the fact that maybe, just maybe, Mingyu is right. He lets out a laugh at your defeated expression, reaching out and patting the top of your head fondly. 

“It’s cute, yn. Don’t worry. It’ll be better than any gift Jeonghan could’ve received from his admirers.”

“Can’t believe she didn’t greet me.” Jeonghan grumbles as he walks up to his apartment, putting in his password into the doorknob. It’s now 10 pm at night, and he’s just now getting back from his birthday dinner with his friends. His arms are tired from holding all the gifts he received, and he’s also petty at the fact that you haven’t greeted him.

 Once the door unlocks, he steps in and turns on the lights, only to get blasted in the face with confetti. 

“What the fu-”

“Happy birthday, Hannie!” You greet with a big smile on your face, and Jeonghan squints at you once all the confetti falls to the floor. You tilt your head to the side, and he reaches out, flicking your forehead before stepping past you. You let out a whine and follow after him, “Bitch! That hurt!” 

“My heart hurts, ya know? Cause my best friend in the whole wide world didn’t greet me with a happy birthday at midnight!” Jeonghan exclaims as he sets the numerous gifts onto the floor. You giggle as you follow after him, finding satisfaction in his reaction. He glares when he hears your giggle, putting up his overcoat onto a hanger and shoving it into the coat closet. He turns back towards you, finding that endearing smile on your face again. “You think my pain is funny?” 

“Let me show you what I prepared for your birthday.” You tell him, reaching your hand out towards the blonde. Jeonghan purses his lips, letting out a sigh in defeat when you pout at him. He intertwines his fingers with yours, and you grin excitedly, pulling him out towards his balcony. Jeonghan lets out a whine in protest, “Yn! It’s cold and I just took off my coat-”

You push the curtains away and open the sliding door, the rest of Jeonghan’s complaint dying in his throat once he sees what you’ve prepared. You’ve essentially created a pillow fort on his balcony, with a lantern  underneath the blanket and numerous pillows and snacks. You smile, gesturing towards your creation, “Tada!”

Jeonghan glances down at his feet, feeling a bit emotional at the fact that you prepared this for his birthday. He didn’t think that you remembered the time he sleepily told you that he misses when the two of you made pillow forts, but he should’ve known that you would.

“Look! I even brought my laptop so that we can watch movies like before too. Am I great, or am I great?” You ask excitedly, and Jeonghan finally smiles softly at you. You open your mouth to explain all the snacks you bought as well, only to get cut off when Jeonghan pulls you to him in a warm embrace, nuzzling his head into your hair. You close your eyes, wrapping your arms around his waist with a smile gracing your features. 

“Thank you, it almost makes up for you not greeting me first this year.” Jeonghan mutters after a moment, and you laugh, pushing him away as he giggles. You point towards the pillow fort, “Are we gonna go in and watch movies or what?” 

Jeonghan smiles, nodding his head and stepping out of his apartment and onto the balcony. He crawls into the makeshift fort, looking around at the materials you used to make the comforter stay in position. He raises an eyebrow at the sight of the fairy lights above him that are not turned on, and you grin. 

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be magical.” You tell Jeonghan, and he glances down at you right as you press the switch that turns on the lights. His breath gets caught in his throat when you turn and smile at him, the fairy lights casting a glow over your features that make you look absolutely ethereal. 

You begin to explain how much of a pain it was for you to set up the fort as you open up the snacks and turn on your laptop. However, Jeonghan is hardly listening due to the numerous thoughts running through his head. You take note of his silence after you ask what movie he wants to watch, and turn your head to see Jeonghan just staring at you as if he saw a ghost. 

You raise an eyebrow at the blonde, reaching out and waving your hand across his face. He finally blinks and you let out a laugh at the expression on your face, “Are you okay? You froze for a second, it was as if I was in a zoom call.” 

“Oh! Yeah, sorry. I just spaced out for a sec.” Jeonghan says as an excuse, and you nod your head, not questioning it. However, the hint of a smile graces your features at the fact that you caught him staring at you. You point to your laptop screen to change the subject, “What movie do you wanna watch, birthday boy?” 

Jeonghan purses his lips as he scrolls through the numerous options, before finally deciding on The Greatest Showman. You clap your hands, obviously pleased with the choice as you turn it on. Settling back into the pillows, you pull one of the blankets over both you and Jeonghan’s legs. You hand him the chips you bought, and the two of you eat quietly and make some commentary as you watch the movie. 

It’s halfway through when you begin to feel tired, having stayed up the night before unable to sleep due to the thought that Jeonghan could possibly reject your kiss. Jeonghan notices as you’ve become more quiet, and he turns his head to see you struggling to keep your eyes open. He smiles at this, reaching out and patting your head. 

“Yn.” Jeonghan begins causing you to wake up a bit. You turn your head to see the blonde staring at you, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks at how pretty he looks. With his blonde hair soft and curly, framing his face nicely. 

You’ve decided that blonde makes Jeonghan look like an angel, even though he’s anything but. 

“Why did you not greet me at midnight?” Jeonghan asks, and you smile sleepily at him. You reach out and pat his cheek, closing your eyes, “I just wanted to be the last one to greet you this year. Best for last, am I right?” 

Jeonghan stares at you in silence for a moment, before letting out a laugh. He shakes his head, realizing just how you that is. You let out a yawn, gesturing for him to lean over towards you. Jeonghan raises an eyebrow at the action, seeing that your eyes are still closed. “Mm?” 

You mutter quietly, “Come closer, I need to give you your gift before I fall asleep.” 

Jeonghan chuckles fondly when you open your eyes. He finds your sleepy expression to be incredibly endearing. He leans close towards you, ignoring the way heat is rushing to his cheeks at the close proximity between your faces. “Why did I need to come close to get my gift-”

You press your lips to his quickly before pulling away, blush prominent on your cheeks as you try and avoid looking at Jeonghan’s face. You turn away and close your eyes, cuddling the pillow close to your chest.

Jeonghan gawks at you, and he slowly raises a hand to his lips. He watches your shoulders rise and fall, and he internally screams at the fact that you just kissed him. You, his best friend, his person. The one who he dreamt of marrying. After a moment of going feral, he reaches out and rests a hand on your shoulder. “Yn, how long have you had feelings for me?”

You turn back over and see Jeonghan staring at you with a furious blush to his cheeks. He turns his head when he realizes the movie is still playing and presses the spacebar, promptly pausing the movie. He turns back towards you, noticing the bright blush to your cheeks that match his. 

“Since you dyed your hair lavender after I told you it was my favorite color.” You mutter, and Jeonghan bites the inside of his cheek. He attempts to fight back the smile, but it fails. Your heart slowly calms down when you realize that Jeonghan is smiling, and you take it as a good sign. 

“Do you like me?” You ask quietly, and Jeonghan shakes his head. He leans his face closer to yours, and your eyes widen significantly at the close proximity. “I love you. I thought you would’ve noticed when I dyed my hair lavender just for you.” 

You find yourself smiling back at Jeonghan, and he giggles happily. He shakes his head at you, heart warm at the events of his birthday. He opens his arms towards you, and you reach out and wrap your arms around his waist, sending the two of you backwards onto the snacks. You immediately scream when you hear the crunch of the chips and candies the two of you probably crushed, releasing your hold on Jeonghan and shoving him off the food. 

“God damn it.” You mumble in disappointment as you lift up a few snacks, noticing how depleted the bag seems now that they’re smushed. While Jeonghan just stares at you, obviously flabbergasted at how quickly you shoved him in order to protect the food. You pout, placing the crushed up food onto the blanket before turning to glance at the blonde, who is now squinting at you.

“... what?” 

“So basically,” Jeonghan begins as he sits back up, running a hand through his hair. You raise an eyebrow at him, and he lets out a breath before continuing. “You don’t greet me first, you avoid me on campus, and then after kissing me, you shove me off of you in order to protect the snacks.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, before you nod your head, reaching out to take a crushed up potato chip and place it into your mouth. You flash Jeonghan a cheeky smile, “Of course.” 

Jeonghan rolls his eyes and cracks his knuckles. You raise an eyebrow at him and he takes in a deep breath, “I guess I gotta do this then.” 

“Do wha-”

You don’t get the chance to finish your question before you’re tackled backwards onto the comforter. Jeonghan attacks your waist with his hands, causing you to laugh loudly underneath the makeshift pillow fort you spent an hour making. 

“I’m SORRY!” 

“Tell it to the JUDGE!” Jeonghan replies with a loud laugh, no malice in his words as the two of you giggle together. 

The sound of your guys’ laughs echoes out into the night, a faint reminder of the euphoria in the air on your angel, Yoon Jeonghan’s birthday. 

[gayaristocrat]

Lupercalia (Nicholas Scratch X FtM Witch Reader 3/4)

Pairing: Nickolas Scratch x FtM! Reader Words: 1.1k+ Summary: Final ritual of Lupercalia, and it seems the the red riding hood is hunting the wolf. Notes: I have decided to continue this series because this story is in my Kinkmas 2020 Writing Challenge List and I decided to continue it. Also, I hope I don't give anybody dysphoria or anything, if I do then I deeply apologies. Also I hope there are no spelling errors or grammatical errors, if there are any, then please dm/inbox me and let me know what I need to fix.

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After going to the Valentine’s Day dance at Baxter High, let’s just say it was very eventful. Long story short Nick and I ran into Amalia, his werewolf familiar, in the library at Baxter. Nick attempted to temporarily banished her successfully, and when she came back for him in the woods, he had no choice but to kill her. He was pretty emotionally destroyed about the whole situation, but he managed to cope with his loss and grieve her. I was there for him through every step, and once he was able to heal we had to continue the Lupercalia ritual.

“After the hunt, all I can say is poor Melvin doesn’t know what’s in store for him” Agatha says with a sinful chuckle as she pulls up her black stockings. Prudence laughs at the though of how pitiful she thought Melvin was before she contributed to Agatha’s degradation. I take glances at them as I clip together my own maroon cape and red stockings all while listening in on their conversation. “Can you imagine? A virgin, at his age? You’ll be gentle to him won’t you sister?” She questions to Agatha. “And afterwards Prudence, we’ll share him. It’s been a while since we’ve had a virgin.” They shiver with anticipation as they imagine dominating the poor boy.

“Sorry to crush your hopes sisters, but unfortunately for you I initiated Melvin the night of the Courting.” Dorcas chimes in with an ‘matter-of-fact’ tone. Prudence and Agatha question her on why she didn’t stay abstinent as required, but then again they should have known she was gonna go in for the kill. Dorcas asked if Prudence stayed abatement, but like she always says, “A girl doesn’t kiss and tell”

All three of them put their capes on as they head to the doors of the dormitory. Now you may be wondering why I’m in the girls dorm room. Well, since 99% of the guys in the boys dorm room have unbelievable toxic masculinity I didn’t feel comfortable being around them. So I was allowed to switch and stay with the girls, which they welcomed me with open arms, and since then, they played a part in helping me during my dysphoric breakdowns. Also, staying with the girls also allows me to be closer to my sister, Sabrina.

The trio turn to me and tease me about spending the night with Nick. “ Poor y/n, this is your first time spending the night with someone huh?” Dorcas says in a fake pitiful tone. Prudence chimes in after her, “You better prepare yourself because Nick can be a wild animal, and I know from personal experience when he was in an orgy with me~” she slyly says in an attempt to make me jealous.

“Honestly I don’t care how many people Nick slept with. That was way before we were ever in a relationship. Him sleeping around in the past is his business and has nothing to do with me.” I say as I stand my ground. Nick has been loyal to me since the beginning of our relationship, so whatever he did back then won’t make me jealous because I know for a fact I’m secure with him. I love the Weird Sisters with all of my heart, but sometimes they really get on my nerves when they do shit like this.

Prudence smirks in defeat and lets out a sigh. “Anyways..are you coming y/n?” She says. “In a minute-“ I respond pausing to look at myself in the mirror to make sure I look okay before I continue, “I still need to take my berries of phylaxis, then I will be ready to go”

—————-Later That Night————

The witches and the warlocks are gathered back in the woods. Everyone is radiating high levels of hormonal energy, the girls lusting after the boys and vice versa. The full moon is out, cascading us below it, illuminating our surroundings with a healthy light blue glow. Ambrose once again is leading everyone through the last ceremony of the ritual.

“Welcome to the final night of Lupercalia!” He shouts with authority as he stands on the dark mahogany wooden platform, as he speaks, you could see his breath in the cold air. “The hoods hunt wolves, witches hunt warlocks, and the outcome of the hunt shall determine the year ahead. Will it be bountiful or barren? Fruitful or fallow?” He says adding suspense. “Wolves are you ready!?” The warlocks howl in response to him before he blows the horn and send them on their way, running through the woods. Ambrose pauses for a few seconds to let the howling and energetic boys get a head start, then turns to our remaining group. “And hoods, are you ready!?” The girls and I also howl in response, causing him to blow the horn again signaling is to chase after the guys.

The girls and I start running into the dark foggy woods to chase after the boys, bobbing and weaving through the trees as we desperately try and catch our prey. Pools of red capes billowed behind as we ran through the woods, speeding up to the shouting grey furs. Once the hoods caught up to the boys, they pounced on their backs, some rolling around on the ground and falling on each other. I searched all around trying to find Nick as quick as I can and pounce on him to claim him as mine before anybody else tries to get to him before I do. I searched for him all around, but all I could see were witches pinning their claimed warlocks on the ground and on the trees.

More screaming echoes through the woods and the thrill heightened our senses as if this was a game of cat and mouse, in this case, hoods and wolves.

As I attempt to avoid hitting trees and rocks, I see Dorcas caught up to me, running along side me as she chases after Nick too. “Find someone else y/n, I don’t care who it is, or what the ritual said. I. Want. Nick.”

“Look Dorcas-“ I say trying to reason with here, but still paying attention to where I’m running. “-Stop trying to go after my boyfriend and just go be with Melvin!”

“Oh and also, you might want to watch where your running before you trip on something” But of course, she didn’t head my warning and refused to pay attention, which in turn made her trip over a rock and fall flat on her face.

I keep moving and ignore her failed attempts of calling my name for help to distract me. As I keep going I see what looks like a familiar bulky silhouette, dodging the trees left and right and trying not to bump into other people. I feel my feet automatically pick up speed as I get closer and closer to him, then I finally pounce on him, making us roll on the ground for a minute before we stop.

After a while I finally manage to pin him down on the soft grassy ground with a tight grip on his wrists as both of our chest heave up and down to catch our breath. Nick and I lock eyes as a smirk creep up onto his face before we both leaned in for a intimate kiss.

“Looks like little red riding hood caught the big bad wolf this time~”

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[tobi-momo]

Contradicting Colors

Pairing: Model!Kirishima x Photographer!Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, a lil pining

Word Count: 3.1k (sry not sry :p)

Synopsis: When given a new project due within a week from your boss, frustration is all you can see before a certain someone becomes your inspiration.

Warnings: alcohol consumption (barely anything), cursing

a/n: omg its finally here!! valentines day!! im so excited to be a part of Project Runway, featuring many other amazing writers! pls pls pls enjoy this i had so much fun writing it and even though i changed the plot halfway through i made it work- kind of. this is only proofread once, so if you see any mistakes i am so sorry kaskjdsf- happy valentine's day everyone and i hope you guys have an amazing day with your friends/ loved ones <3333

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“Yes. Yes, sir. I understand.” The volume of your voice graduating slowly as you move to balance your phone between your shoulder and your cheek, your hands moving to grab your camera, the strap in the way of you comfortably holding your phone. “Next week? How many?” You hold in a sigh as you furrow your eyebrows in frustration, not wanting your irritated expression to show through the phone. “Yes, I can do that. Thank you. Bye.” Ending the call with a low beep, you whine in frustration while you turn around, taking in your surroundings.

What were you gonna do? You had a week to send your boss a couple hundred pictures of bright, unique pictures. In the middle of winter he decides to assign you this project. ‘To show off the start of spring!’ he says. You loved your job, but couldn’t you at least have an easier task in the winter than this?

Maybe you could find inspiration somewhere in the park. Something bright and unique, huh? Shouldn’t be too hard. The fog wasn’t really helping though, masking the natural essence of the park, although you could still see happy couples walking around, hand in hand while they talk about God knows what. Young women walking their little dogs down the walkway, while others are out for their morning run. This wasn’t helping. Central Park would be an amazing place to find inspiration, you thought. No. It wasn’t. Especially with the dreary weather, you weren’t hopeful.

Boring. That’s what this was. Boring. The boring weather, the boring mood, the boring assignment, the boring-

Bright red, spiky hair pops into your vision, sticking out like a sore thumb in this weather. What is that? 

The red head turns towards you, although facing his phone, scrolling through whatever occupied his screen. He didn’t seem to notice you staring at him in awe, or the fact that he just became your new inspiration. His bright scarlet hair contradicting the slow, sad, tired weather, brightening the whole scene. He looks like he would have a beautiful smile, and his build looks like he would give the best hugs.

You are thinking way too hard about this. But… you do need some pictures for inspiration, so why not ask him? He radiates sunshine through the fog, even if he was doing something so mundane as looking on his phone. Just ask him, that’s it. Just. Ask him. 

Taking a step forward, you grab the strap of your camera, sliding your phone in your jacket pocket before taking the last sip of your coffee, throwing it in the metal trash bin a few feet away from you. 

“Um, sir?” You ask politely, your hand raised in a half wave, hoping he understands that you are the one calling him. “Hi, I’m Y/n L/n, and I was wondering if you’d let me take your picture for an article i’m doing,” you continue, trying your best to sweet talk and not lose him. He smiles politely, but it doesn’t look genuine. It looks like he’s done this before, many times, now that you think about it. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, bringing his hand to the back of his neck, awkwardly scratching. Shit. You lost him. “Although I’m glad you guys asked for permission this time I don’t want anymore pictures taken.”

Huh? What the hell was he talking about?

“What?” You question, utterly confused. His head reaches out around you, looking around in the bushes, round the trees, though his vision murky from the fog. 

“Sorry, but you guys have been following me everywhere. I’m just on my way to work, you guys don’t need a picture of me everywhere I go.”

Who was following him? What the hell is he talking about? 

“Who’s following you?” You turn your head around you, trying to find the imaginary people around you two. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“No need to act all clueless, I found out you were paparazzi, so just go home,” he says with an attitude that irks you.

Now you were mad. Obviously being patient with him wasn’t working. 

“Sir, I don’t know who you are, or why the paparazzi is following you, but I am not one of them.” His eyes widen in shock, looking between yours to see a fault, not succeeding. “Do you talk to every stranger like you’re some celebrity that can’t be bothered?” His head jolts back, as if he was offended. “If this is the way you act, honestly I’m surprised anyone likes you, let alone the paparazzi.” His mouth opens in protest, words failing to find their way out as you continue to spit words at him in anger. 

Something catches his attention, causing his head to snap up, his eyes squinting to try and see through the fog. He hears a couple clicks, then sighs, looking back at you.

“This project is due in a week and y-”

“Okay, I’m sorry, just, could you be quiet for a sec?”

“Quiet? With all due respect you can’t tell me wha-”

~Click, click, click~

His hands slam on your shoulder moving you forward and rotating your body; your back faced the walkway, you trying to turn your head from the giant tree in front of you. “He- hey! What are you doing?”

A bright flash blinds your vision, your arms immediately come to guard your face, your knees bending as if to try and duck from the light.

“What the hell?”

He gives you a sympathetic look, then grabs your arm, dragging you away from the lights. Or, he was attempting to.

“I told you, the paparazzi likes to follow me everywhere.” His rushed pace speeding up while he drags you with him, your hands flailing around, trying to find a grip. 

“Hey, let me go!” You shout, his head shaking before leaving the park, tugging you in an alley before stopping, his hands still firmly gripping your arms, keeping you in place. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Stop talking for one second!” He interrupts you, his expression seeming a little...pissed. “I told you, the paparazzi is following me around, what don’t you get?”

“Why?” His face turns into a sort of confusion, like he expected you to know who he is.

“Wh- i’m,” he exhales sharply, frustrated. His eyes drill into yours, again scanning to try and see how you’re not understanding. Were you really this dense? “I’m Kirishima Eijiro!”

“Who?” He backs up, his head tilting to the side. Huh. You really didn’t know. That’s the first. Seriously. 

Sighing, he lets out a little chuckle. You couldn’t help but giggle a little back at the situation, the whole ordeal not making you as mad anymore. A few snickers turning into having to clutch your stomach in hopes that it doesn’t cramp from you wheezing too hard. You could see Kirishima leaning on the wall to try and not collapse on the cement. Was it a sort of rush? Was it the complete obliviousness? Hell if you know, but God, did it feel good. 

You understood why he dismissed you, and why he said the things he did, knowing that the paparazzi came anyways just making you feel even more stupid for not catching on quicker. His smile definitely is breathtaking, but you still needed to find out if he gives the best hugs. Maybe one day, but not while you guys are struggling to stand up.

“I’m guessing running away to an empty alley wasn’t exactly ideal for taking pictures, huh?” He pokes, calming himself down, a lot more comfortable with the atmosphere.

“Yeah, you’re right, but i’ll just find some more inspiration later,” you respond, remembering his refusal.

“Oh, I mean, you could, or I could always help you after some coffee?” He proposes, like it was a risk. 

“Coffee, huh? Well, I already filled myself up on that today, but thank you,” you turn him down politely, “but maybe tomorrow? Would that be alright?”

He smiles, a soft, sweet smile that will definitely not leave your head for the next few days, nodding while standing straight up with his feet fully planted on the pavement. A cute, innocent blush creeps upon his face, his expression making you not want to leave. But alas, you were on your way to work. 

“Um, I should- I should go, I can’t be late, but I’m sure that I’ll be able to find you somewhere, being the Kirishima Eijiro,” you tease. He understands, and doesn’t want to keep you waiting, so he watches you leave, his eyes trailing along your legs as you turn the corner, disappearing from his view. 

Wow. You were mesmerizing. Why is it now he’s just experiencing something like that? He loved it and hated it at the same time. But now he has to deal with the publicity of what just happened. Shit. He needed to get that covered up. Before he could even dial his publicist, a notification pops up on his screen:

 “Y/N L/N has followed you”

A smile of relief and a sort of excitement crawls on his face as he taps on your account, scrolling through the pictures that you’ve taken with your camera. He didn’t think you were that good but, damn, was he wrong. You were good with your colors; he liked that. Maybe him being your model could be better than he thought.

~.~.~.~

“Kirishima, no, you can’t just- don’t move!”

“What, I’m just making it better!”

“You mean you’re making it worse!” You laugh, turning your camera and pressing the shutter button as Kirishima jokes and teases, messing around like an absolute child. Which you can’t help but adore. The past few days you guys had spent together was absolute heaven, almost like you never had any problems. The stressful assignment now turned into a fun project as you two walk around the city, talking about yourselves, getting to know each other before parting to see each other on a new dawn. Him being your model was perfect, although knowing he didn’t have much time until his shows, you tried to pry yourself into his schedule. He didn’t mind it either. 

“Okay, okay, what abooouutt, this!” He exclaims as he holds his arms up, flexing his muscles with a cheery grin decorating his face. 

“Mm, absolutely beautiful. You look so manly,” you joke sarcastically.

“That’s good! That’s what I’m goin’ for,” he replies. You giggle at his statement, not understanding why everything he says is funny, and why you laugh every time. 

“Annndddd, last one!” You shout before the shutter clicks and the light flashes at Kirishima, who is unbelievably keeping his pose perfectly. “Okay, I think these are enough for now. Thank you again, Kirishima, I would completely lose hope if you didn’t offer.”

“Hey, It’s no problem, plus, technically you asked me first- I didn’t offer.”

“I guess you’re right, but still.”

“Right, right. I get it. But this is fun so I’d rather be doing nothing else.” Oh, how you loved those words. You wanted to hear them more often. You just wanted to hear his voice more.

“Well that’s good. I-” you interrupt yourself before grabbing your phone from your vibrating phone from your pocket, a text from your boss telling you to come in late. “Oh, I guess I gotta go,” you both frown, “but I’ll see you tomorrow!” 

“Wait! I uh, I wanted to ask you something.” You stop before him, his eyes suddenly not wanting to find yours. “I have a plus one to my shows, if you want to come,” his eyes widen and he quickly back pedals his words, “you don’t have to! I was just curious!”

“Sure!” You beam, absolutely delighted with the thought of going to one of his shows. You’ve seen his pictures. He was incredibly good at what he does, and you wanted to see all the seriousness of it up front.

“Really?” He hesitates, as if he didn’t hear you correctly the first time.

“Of course! I’d love to! I shouldn’t take pictures though, should I? Maybe a video? I’ve seen videos of people but I don’t think-”

“Yeah, you can take pictures, as many as you want. Plus, being at my show would help with your boss, right?”

“Mhm!”

“Great! Then it’s a date!”

His face immediately freezes, the blood disappearing from his face then suddenly reappearing like a firework, turning his face a heated red that only made you blush further. 

A- a date? 

“Uh, yeah,” you try to play it off, trying not to explode with seven different emotions at once, “it’s a date,” you emphasize the word ‘date’, it getting caught in your mouth and hard to come out once you grasp what you’re saying. Man, you two looked like middle schoolers.

~.~.~.~

Arriving at his show, you did not expect this many people. Well, you expected it, but didn’t want it to be true. It was like you were being trampled on trying to get into your seat. The paparazzi wouldn’t stop bombarding you and Kirishima, wondering if you were his ‘new lucky girl’. You politely waved at them, although the urge to flip them off once they got too close was starting to overflow your system. Kirishima was there to pull you aside though, telling you not to worry about them, leading you inside. He left you by your seat to go get ready; it was obvious he was nervous, but your attempt at cheering him up seemed to work. 

The announcements run quickly before the stage lights flash on, the music starts, and the colored LED lights fill the runway.

~.~.~.~

You were in shock. Absolute shock. You could barely process what was going on during the afterparty, one that Kirishima took you to after the show. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. He winked at you. On. Stage. In front of everyone! You were pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to do that, but he did. And the result? You being unresponsive even two hours after the event. 

“Y/n, it was just a wink! No need to get so nervous!” Kirishima yells over the music, trying to shake you out of it, trying to get you to loosen up, maybe even have a drink if you wanted, just, not stare into space with your mouth open. “Here, I am going to make you a drink, my signature, and I want to know if you like it, okay?”

You nod, your eyes coming off the crowd to his beautiful red eyes. “I don’t want to drink much tonight, tho. I have to be functional for my project tomorrow, remember?”

“Mhm, that’s why I’m only giving you a sip. I’m not gonna drink either, these parties always have some weird stuff in everything, so don’t take anything from anyone except me, okay?”

“Sure. But, do we really have to stay here? I mean, watching other people get stupid drunk is fun but the music is loud and we can barely hear each other,” you shout, him agreeing with you. 

“Alright, just stay here I’ll be right back, we’ll leave soon, okay?”

He comes back in a quick minute, a small crystal glass with a pink liquid inside, sparkling as the bubbles of carbonation rise to the top. 

“What’s it called?”

He shrugs, perking his lip out. “I haven’t thought of a name yet, never really intended to. Just try it.” Rolling your eyes, you bring the glass up to your lips, then turning the glass upwards, emptying the alcohol into your throat, although there isn’t much of a burning sensation like you thought there would be, more of a gross wine taste. This was champagne. He laughs at you when you completely deadpan him, trying not to smile. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t have a signature drink. I just wanted you to try the champagne.”

“Why didn’t you offer the champagne then?” You accidentally let a laugh out, still trying to be serious.

“I just thought it would be funny.”

“Well, funny you are, mister manly man,” you tease. You always thought it was cute and funny when he got super giddy when you called him manly, it’s something he likes to be told, obviously. “Let’s go somewhere else, now, shall we?” You perk up, his arm out for you to grab and hold onto as he leads you outside to his ride. He opens the door for you, then closes it once you’re in, hopping in the other side. 

“So, where do ya wanna go?”

“I don’t know, actually, I guess I didn’t think of that,” you chuckle.

“Well, I know a place if you’re up for it. It’s not that far and I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“Sure, let’s go then.”

~.~.~.~

Flowers. Everywhere. Covering the field and illuminating in the moonlight. Pink round petals sticking from the center of the top of the light green stems, yellow and purple daisies rest in the meadow, their colors contradicting each other perfectly as the stars make everything glow. The clear skies make the rest of the clear visible to you, hills full of tulips and carnations. Dragonflies and butterflies roam the air, making it their home. This was magic. You couldn’t believe your eyes. How did he find this place?

“Kiris-” you stutter, turning towards him, an excited and happy look on your face, “this- this is beautiful. How did you find this? Oh my god.” You couldn’t help but chortle at the sight. It was too beautiful. He takes a step closer to you, his gaze at the grass below him.

“I thought it was perfect for your project, you know? The start of spring? These flowers and the butterflies and th-”

He couldn’t speak. His voice was muffled by your soft lips on his, your hands moving to cup his face while you screw your eyes shut. He’s surprised, to say the least, not expecting this. You tasted like champagne, but he didn’t hate it at all. He liked it, more than he thought he would. He places his hand on your waist, pulling you closer, wanting more of you. You don’t even realize how much time passes as you two stay in each other’s grip before you disconnect. The feeling in your body was euphoric, you never wanted it to go away. His hands graze up your waist and up to your face, cupping it gently before he leans in to press little kisses on your cheeks before straying away from your touch.

“Let’s take those pictures, now, shall we?”

~.~.~.~

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FF7 DEBATE CLUB : Part 1

Disclaimer: This was inspired by my “WHAT TYPE OF STUDENTS WOULD THE FFVII CHARACTERS BE IN SCHOOL??” Posts. For more context, you can go read those if you like! I hope you all enjoy and my inbox is always open! Feel free to request imagines and tell me your thoughts on things.

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The defensive members gradually collected in the empty, dry classroom that’d soon feature all types of dilly-dallying and possible throat-clutching arguments. The first attendant was a young and drowsy Sephiroth. He remained punctual with every meeting and never failed at being the first to enter the room. A quality Genesis truly despised, as he felt HE was the main event and Seph’s early-bird tendencies were outshining his presence. Thus, it was another reason for Sephiroth to stay on his game.

Non-Ironically, Genesis made his appearance with a raised chin and firm shoulders, the usual, confident stance.

“Well, hello there.” He began.

“Genesis...” Seph returned the greeting.

“It’s unfortunate that you’re here first, like always, but If it’s the Goddess’s will, I’ll live with it.”

“As you should.”

Genesis’s eyebrow twitched in slight irritation but he carried on, seating himself behind Sephiroth.

A tensioned silence resonated in the room for a while.

“Hmm, you’re quite soundless today.” Gen finally spoke again.

“Just as you are loveless.”

A tiny smirk flared from the red-head’s lips.

“You know me too well. It seems you’ve figured I’ve picked the topic for today’s discussion, hmm?”

“Again, the topic is not up to you. It’s up to our instructor. And Genesis, even a deaf man would know you’re up to no good.” He spoke, throwing his silver locks behind his shoulder.

“Dammit. What did I tell you about that!” Genesis yelled, moving Sephiroth’s hair off of his desk. “I might just cut it and leave you bald for school the next morning.”

A chuckle fell from Seph’s lips.

The door creaked with an ear-splitting noise, signaling the arrival of their teacher. He settled his books on the dumbapple-colored desk. And with a clear of the throat, he said

“Genesis and Sephiroth...man, am I glad to see you two. You two are my fiercest competitors, keeping this club alive. Like really, I’d call for the Shinra helicopters if you two were to resign.”

Slightly concerned gazes held the boys’ faces.

“Hah, Just kidding! You should’ve saw your guys’ faces!”

Sephiroth spoke to relieve the weird situation.

“Yeah...anyway, Reno, I was just gonna say....I’m not really-“

Just then, Cloud Strife appeared; another fierce competitor.

“-feeling it today- you know what. Nevermind!”

Cloud sat two seats away from Sephiroth in the same row.

Best believe, the Nibelheim boys are always going head-to-head in Debate Club. Outside of club, they’re quite peaceful and social. But when school work has already worn them out for the day and there is added passion for the premise of their arguments, things get pretty tense.

“Good Afternoon, Cloud.”

“Not today, Sephiroth.” He replied, not even looking over at him.

Genesis leaned over his desk to whisper in Sephiroth’s ear.

“If he’s a puppet, you’re the ventriloquist.”

The silver boy rolled his eyes with an attractive smile. “Very well.”

“That’s the spirit!” Gen said.

Truth is, Genesis loves the drama that comes with Debate club. That’s why he’s the self-proclaimed drama king. He only wanted to hype Seph up so he could push past his drowsiness and argue with him and Cloud.

More students began filling up the room, but not too much. There we only like 12 members that engaged in this weekly mess.

Zack, Angeal, and Aerith snuck in as well to get a taste of the tea for today.

Zack is actually in a language club. It was an impulse decision for what he described as “broadening his horizons”. He said it’d probably be a good thing for him to learn French in case of a future mission he’d have in his dream spot as a first-class SOLDIER.

Angeal was also in a Spanish learning club. And as expected, he exceeds at it. His intermediate level and sexy accent grabs everybody’s heart in a way they’ve never felt before. No, seriously, people have swooned and fainted before. But he joins occasionally to save himself from the after school bickering.

And in Aerith’s case, Yoga club was cancelled for the day so she just decided to join and sit with her friends.

Their (somehow hired) teacher Reno began class promptly.

“Alright, everybody. I have a gratifying topic for you all today. It’s so temper-inducing that your brain won’t be able to handle it.”

“My brain can’t take this shit as it is”. Cloud mumbled under his breath, earning a few laughs.

“What was that, Mr. Stife??” he questioned furiously.

“I see you’re living up to your last name. Save it for the subject!”

He carried on.

“The subject is-“

“I have the PERFECT topic!” Genesis interrupted.

“I- did I ask for your input, Genesis??”

The drama king fluttered his eyelashes. “No, yet you always receive it, don’t you?”

Reno sighed. “Look, is it LOVELESS again?

“No.”

“Let’s hear it then.”

“Is Vincent Valentine, the former Turk, a hero or an Incompetent-

“Alright, we’ll have none of that. No shaming of the turks is permitted.” Reno cut him off.

“Anyways, my topic was “Should Shinra continue to experiment on future SOLDIERs to give them superhuman abilities or should they train them as natural human beings?””

“Sounds like a good topic to me.” Cloud responded.

“Same,” Angeal joined in “This seems like a topic where I won’t have too much trouble trying to pull these three from each other’s throats.

“Good, before we begin, don’t forget the rules! All weapons and devices should be in the weapon closet which I see most of you HAVEN’T DONE!”

At the mention of the said closet, everybody directed their attention to it. It had various scratches and dents, complimenting it’s dusty tone. And how could we forget the sizable hole on top of it. It emerged the moment Sephiroth tried shoving his masamune in the closet. Yeah, never again.

Everyone exited their desks, one by one, placing their weapons in the closet.

“Hey, what about your tasing rod, Reno?” Zack asked.

“I’m the teacher. I can do as I please, thank you.” He answered, classically.

“And don’t forget, we need an equal amount of girls and boys on each side. Too much testosterone on one side can cause hands being thrown as we’ve seen from previous experiences.”

“Umm I know I’m not really in this club and all but us girls can equally throw hands just for the fact that there are NO female SOLDIERs.” Aerith added.

“Fair point. You must join this conversation.” Sephiroth agreed.

“That’s my girl!” Zack praised while giving his girlfriend a quick peck on the cheek.

Reno let each of the students pick a side and then he split them into two groups.

“Everybody ready??”

“Yes!”

To Be Continued...

[hes-writer]

Exclusive Content

this is a master list of all one shots, blurbs, series parts, and unfinished content that i have posted on patreon (so far)! click the title to read the sneak peek (if i’ve posted one)

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*+VALENTINE’S DAY

the one where harry has an eventful day

“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.

“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.

* ACHY BACK

the one where y/n’s back hurts and harry draws a bath

“Took too long,” Y/N mumbled as they met in the middle, knuckling tiredly at her eyes. A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken a shower hours prior. Her back had been aching since then, the pain barely bearable for her stature, causing a crease in between his brows.

+ A LETTER TO THE MAN I’VE LOVED

the one where harry receives a letter from y/n

Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.

+ UNWAVERING (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

the one where harry cheats (another version of ‘a cheat’)

"I-I'm in a bit of a rush, baby.” He took a step back, increasing the distance between them. "I have a meeting today. Lots of work to be done," Harry responded his tone suggesting that he didn’t want to talk anymore. Y/N nodded to please him.

"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her at the back burner of his mind.  

"I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."

+ ALL I ASK

the one where feelings aren’t mutual and hearts are broken

“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren't. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”

* LITTLE PRINCE

the one where harry and y/n are 7-year olds

Harry gasped in horror, crouching to his knees and getting his knee dirty beside the girl.

"Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn't mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?" Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.

RENEGADE

the one where y/n teaches harry the ‘renegade’ dance

“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath. 

“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker. 

DROP THE TOWEL (m)

the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge

“Hey, babe,” He greeted, walking closer to you in a towel that made him feel liberated. You hummed in a silent greeting, giving him a smile before doing a double-take at his appearance. He dropped the towel on the floor, his length hanging proudly between his legs. 

You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”

He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry,” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.

DREAM WITH ME (exclusive content as of right now) - this fic will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus

the one where y/n has trouble falling asleep

Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black. 

DIGRESS (1) PROGRESS (2) REGRESS (3) 

the one where love fails

What happens when love fades away? How do you cope with the feelings disappearing slowly like a blot of dark blue paint diluting with every stroke of a ruffled paintbrush? Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.

ROUTINE (1) (the first part will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus. following parts will be patron-exclusive content)

the one where harry is a camboy

In a blink of an eye, Harry’s toned body was showcased on the screen, allowing him to view what his viewers had the pleasure of seeing. The ‘LIVE’ sign blinked repeatedly.

“Hello,” Harry drawled out purposefully using a deeper tone to set the mood. “How are you today?” His fingers stayed hung over the armchair, griping it slightly when comments started rolling in.

NOTES ON CAMP (1) (2) (3) (exclusive content as of right now) - this fic will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus

Y/N plastered a smile on her face as she shook Belle’s hand. “Sorry but I need to steal Harry away,” Belle tugged on his tattooed arm, fingers clasping around his wrists as he started walking along with her. “See you, Y/N!” Harry greeted, turning around with his arm draped over Belle’s shoulder.

“See you,” She whispered under her breath, looking at his retreating figure towards the cafeteria. Y/N couldn’t help the disappointment she felt, her shoulders slouching at the realization that it was too good to be true. Of course, he had a girlfriend.  A gentleman with chiselled features and a caring personality complimenting her? No way. Still, she wasn’t too sad about it. It wasn’t like they’ve known each other for long. Plus, they were co-workers! It would feel wrong to start a relationship anyway.

STRESSED OUT

the one where y/n is stressed and harry wants her to take a break

“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.

A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”

Harry physically pulled his chest back. He felt like he had been shot. He knew she didn’t mean it though, but it still hurt to hear, “O-oh. I didn't know y-you felt that way,”

She continued, “You don’t know what it’s like having to spend hours researching so you don’t get anything wrong. Sleepless nights to perfect one paragraph that my professor nitpicks to the bone,” Y/N penned a few words on her notebook, not noticing the pout plastered on Harry’s face.

DESSERT

the one where harry wants something else

She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”

He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”

PET NAME

the one bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name

“Am I, Harry? Seems like you’re putting me at the back burner nowadays,”

He was speechless; had he? Harry didn’t mean to make her feel this way but he wasn’t aware that he was actively blowing her off for Ruby. And why won’t she call him ‘honey’? That was his nickname, wasn’t it? H stood for Harry but it was also the pet name Y/N had given him.

His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself--golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.

Harry was honey.

ROOMMATES SERIES (3) (4) (5) (6)

the one where harry and y/n are roommates

updates every 2 weeks!

will not be posted on Tumblr until the series is finished

Y/N gasped at Harry’s proximity, lids snapping open with her hand reaching over to pat along until she found her phone which was blaring with an alarm that she had set. Harry gulped, eyes wide as his mind ran through what the hell just happened.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” She yelled, tugging the sheets higher on her body. 

“I-I was just waking you up so you can make us dinner,” Harry stuttered out, his excuse sounding lame but he patted himself on the shoulder for making it up on the spot. Well, that was his intention in the first place until he got distracted.

FRIENDS DON’T MINI-SERIES (1) (2) (3)

“Is this okay?” Her doe irises searched his. Harry raised his head lazily to make eye contact, nodding his head with a bit lip. Y/N clenched her inner thighs together at his already blissed-out state, his pupils slowly becoming larger with arousal. “Friends don’t touch each other this way,” She purposefully drew out her statement, giving Harry an out of the situation if he needed to.

“More than okay,”

FIC EXTRAS #1 - TEASE

the one before ‘under the table’

“Fuckin’ dirty,” He spat, the pads of his thumb tracing circles on her hipbones, not feeling a trace of clothing resting on her hips. “Wearin’ a short dress with no panties,”

Y/N hummed, arms slanting behind her to support her upper body so that she could spread her legs further, making room for Harry’s hand. “Didn’t feel like it,”

“Y’just waiting for me to find out, hmm? You knew I couldn’t resist myself when you look so goddamn pretty,”

UNFINISHED DRABBLE #1

the one with fratboy!harry

“Y’alright?” Harry’s husky breath barely made its way to her ears, only then did Y/N feel the hand palming her lower back, another one gripped around her shoulders. Her front flushed against his own, feeling his hard chest on her heaving ones. She peeked one eye open, looking around at her angled stance, then to Harry who wore a concerned look scanning her face. Y/N nodded in response, blinking rapidly, her nipples hardening at a sudden cold breeze beneath the thin fabric of her dress, surely poking him through his shirt. She blushed at the thought and his brief glance over her where they touched, his eyes dilating the tiniest amount.

UNFINISHED DRABBLE #2

the one where harry’s a cheating asshole

Harry wormed his way through his delectable voice and his ever-present words that somehow scorched your shield to the ground. Again. He promised never to do it again and your love-sick heart trusted him. Again. 

But your trust wasn’t something that was particularly valuable to him. To Harry, it would always be there, lingering like the stars in the night sky; always present, always gleaming. Harry was very sorry for what he was doing to you. It was ironic, really; he hoped and prayed every day that you wouldn’t find out but his carelessness left everything out in the open.  

TEXT MESSAGES #1

the one where y/n has silly thoughts

TEXT MESSAGES #2

the one where harry and y/n share the same class 

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a song about it raining somewhere else

title: a song about it raining somewhere else characters: chuck taylor x trent beretta word count: 3822 part: 1/1 warnings: mild cursing, and like that’s kinda it? maybe mild angst? but also i’m a baby and it becomes fluff by the end? a/n: howdy, this is not another i’m back i’m back piece as much as it honestly is. no, see this time- this is actually a gift! 2 days ago was @trentjinshi’s birthday and i wanted to write him something! so i sat down for like 6 hours with my goopy goblin gay brain and spit out this obvious magnum opus. so, like, don’t hate it please. also hugest happy birthday to emil again!! yeehaw... i’ve technically already sent this to u

You know, of all days to have the soul crushing realization that you’ve secretly been in love with your best friend, Trent should have expected it to happen on Valentine’s Day.

The man had garbage luck anyways, and good things seemingly never happened to him. So when Chuck animatedly told him he had a date that night with some girl, Trent’s heart shouldn’t have blown apart like he had been shot. Sure, he pretended to be supportive of his buddy, returning his radiant smile despite the effect never reaching his eyes, And yeah, he wished him all the best, telling the taller man he hoped it went well.

But did Trent mean any of that? Fuck no! He was dying on the inside, mourning the loss of a relationship and love he didn’t even know he wanted! Perhaps he should have considered himself lucky that he didn’t start bawling his eyes out on the spot. The New Yorker had a tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve, so the crying really was not out of the question at that moment. But he contained his feelings somehow, moving on through the rest of that afternoon like he was trudging through a snowstorm. Slow, cold, and slowly dying from the inside out.

So that led him here, sitting in his car as the rain started to come down, refusing to turn the damn thing on. He didn’t want to go back to his hotel room. Because if he did, it would remind him of the obvious. He went home alone tonight.

Chuck wasn’t alone. His friend had a probably beautiful person with a perfect personality sitting across from him at a fancy restaurant. A person who wasn’t him. Why couldn’t Trent be his perfect date? He would laugh at his jokes, softly hold his hand as they walked in from the parking lot, pull his chair out for him, admire him like he was the sun-

A harsh banging came from his left, rhythmically tapping against the glass of his car window in time with the rain drops. Trent’s head jerked up from where it had defeatedly slumped against the steering wheel to see who was trying to get his attention.

It was a security guard, holding an umbrella in one hand and wavering him off with another, politely telling him to leave the premises as the arena building they were at was closing. To be honest, getting a ticket from not leaving and instead rotting in that parking lot forever sounded like a far better time than he was having. But, he didn’t have a choice. Story of his life.

Trent started up his car, quickly leaving off into the vast night with only his thoughts to keep him company. And that was rapidly becoming annoying. The singular thing on his mind was one person, and how all this time, his feelings were so obvious. Every time he even glanced in his friend’s direction his heart rate would spike. Before now, he had chalked that up to coincidence or - considering it was Trent and how his body loved to torture him - underlying health conditions. Evidently, it was neither of those things.

One would think he would catch on to his festering crush sooner; considering he thought the entire world of Chuck and whenever he had to go more than a few days without seeing him, he would get a weird sense of longing to be back in his presence, but nothing ever wanted to work out that way. Life thought it would be much funnier if Trent felt like he was being ripped apart at the seams by a simple sentence.

Between the still processing of what it even meant to have a crush on your best friend, and knowing that right now he was out with some other person having the time of his life, Trent was not feeling great as he drove down the freeway. Grumbling under his breath, he flicked the radio on to fill the car with something other than his problems. A song the brunette had never heard before crackled to life, being about part of the way through.

By the time we get there, everybody will be drunk The chairs will be on tables and the band will be unplugged We're gonna look real good, but we're gonna look real rude I'm sorry I'm not sorry that I'm-

Fucking perfect! The last person to mess with the radio in Trent’s car was Chuck, and bastard left it on one of his stupid country stations. Trent didn’t even like country music! That didn’t stop him, however, from a few days ago when they were driving from city to city and let Chuck put on whatever he liked, even if it was something he was going to hate. He would make tiny sacrifices like that all the time for his partner, because he knew it would earn him one of those sunlit smiles. Trent really would do anything to make Chuck happy, and had been since they met.

Late to the party with you Oh, who needs confetti? We're already falling into the groove And who needs a crowd when you're happy at a party for two? The world can wait 'Cause I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

It... It was a love song?

“Throw me off a fucking bridge.” Trent mumbled to himself as he exited an off ramp. Seriously, who out there was tormenting him and making him have possibly the worst day ever? What omnipotent being did he piss off? He thought he was an alright dude, not getting into other people’s business and sort of keeping to himself. Most days he made an attempt to be somewhat nice to others and never did any of that vile or cruel shit. And yet, he was cursed to drive home while listening to a love song in a genre that he hated, and only helped to remind him more of his best friend.

Let's promise when we get in that we'll try to get right out Fake a couple conversations, make the necessary rounds These kinda things just turn into "Who's leaving here with who?" But I just want 'em all to see me come in late to the party with you

Wasn’t that a funny line. Wanting others to see the person you’re with because of how much you loved them? Trent understood that. Whenever he would go anywhere with Chuck, he would always want people to know he was there with him- whether he realized it or not.

He could talk for hours about him. It could be the simple telling of a funny story, or gushing about how good he was in the ring. Or how great of a friend he was. That made Trent wonder about what Chuck would be like if they were together. His mind wandered, dreaming up scenarios and infinite possibilities as he pulled into his hotel’s parking garage.

The musing didn’t stop when he killed the engine, happily ending that fucking song that was starting to piss him off with how cute it was. Trent pushed himself out of the car, gathering his singular bag from the trunk and wandering inside through the rain. Which, if anyone was curious, was even worse than it was when he left. It was coming down in buckets now, being slung into the New Yorker’s face by the wind.

Checking in was easy enough, having the briefest of conversations with the man at the desk who happened to have a thick southern accent.

Chuck had an accent, but only when he drank a lot. It took about 3 and a half beers for it to come out, but by that point he didn’t care all that much to hide it. He wouldn’t be trashed, as he was a pretty solid drinker and had made putting strong shit back a hobby over the last few years. Trent knew exactly how it sounded, though. A smooth Kentucky accent that always caused him to punctuate the last word of his sentences and pronounce certain things differently. Never anything like “y’all” or something southern like that, after all Chuck wasn’t that dime store cowboy they worked with.

The thing Trent remembered the most about Chuck’s accent was how he said his name. He would draw it out, almost like he was whining, except it was low in his voice and always accompanied by a wide grin. One that’s toothy like Cheshire Cat, and annoyingly sweet like bubblegum. Trent idly wondered if he tasted like bubblegum too, but the thought turned vivid fantasy was interrupted for a moment by the elevator reaching his floor.

The brunette slowly approached his room, still partially entranced by the ideas he had created in his mind as he unlocked his door and slipped in. From there, it felt like he wasn’t even alive anymore. Not in a morbid sense, but as in he wasn’t participating in the concept of reality at that moment. Trent was so disconnected from his actions, it was almost as though he was outside of his body and looking in from somewhere else. So much so, that when he snapped out of his revere from his phone buzzing, he was lying in bed wearing only his boxers.

Not that what was on his phone was of any importance to him. All Trent saw were notifications for things he didn’t care about, the only thing sticking out was a short text from Orange sending him more condolences over his current “issue”. Damn, he was acting like someone had died, not his friend’s heart being broken. Trent didn’t bother responding, tossing the device back on the bedside table and rolling over to face away from it.

The alarm clock on the other stand read “10:17 p.m.”, blinking at him like the piece of shit was broken. It also only now occurred to Trent that he had never turned the lights on while he was basically astral projecting. So he was bathed in darkness, with the only illumination being that digital clock and the street lights below outside the window.

Was he going to fall asleep at a respectable time? Because deep in his bones he could feel the shroud of tiredness creeping through him from all of the emotional energy he drained today. And with that, Trent grabbed one of the unused pillows and wrapped himself around it, cuddling it tightly and not bothering to get under the bed covers.

Maybe if he tried hard enough, Trent could pretend the pillow was something else. --

Who in the hell was knocking at his door at - the New Yorker stopped his angry brain tirade to peek at the clock again - 11:53 at night? He had only gotten to sleep an hour and it was cut short by who knew what. If this was Orange coming to tell him he had broken another hotel microwave by “forgetting to take the metal spoon out of his mac and cheese”, Trent was going to fucking kill him.

Getting up from where he lay, Trent stumbled blearily across the room to the door. In those few seconds, it processed with him that his hair must have come untied while he was sleeping because it was messily draped around his shoulders. Among that, he was still only dressed in boxers, riding rather low on his hips. Maybe he had a restless sleep even though it was quick?

He didn’t care what he looked like though as he slowly pulled the door open with a yawn and blinked from the harsh light flooding in from the hallway. Trent prepared to open his mouth and berate his shorter friend when he heard a sniffle come from in front of him.

Chuck was standing on the other side of the doorway, soaking wet from the rain. By the look on his face, it seemed as though he had been crying as well, with red eyes and a running nose. His eyes didn’t meet Trent’s as he all but whispered, “H-hey, man.”

Did the longer haired brunette care that his friend was ice cold and drenched from head to toe? No. That was why without words, he dragged his friend into the room and hugged him tightly, letting the hotel door slip closed on its own. Chuck didn’t need to be told twice to hug back, nearly crushing Trent from the strength of his shaking arms.

They stayed like that for a good while, with Trent rubbing soothing circles into his back and letting him rest his head on his shoulder when he began to weep again. That was before he slowly drew back, silently taking Chuck’s hand and guiding him to his bed so he could sit. Trent grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around his friend, figuring he could just use a blanket later when he needed to sleep.

“I... didn’t even tell you- what’s wrong..?” murmured the Kentuckian, slouching in on himself and bringing his knees up so they were closer to his chest. He must have been really cold. Trent paused for a moment, looking with a pained yet sympathetic smile.

“Don’t need to. You’re upset, and I gotta fix that.” He wasn’t sure who hurt him, or even what, but just let it be known he was going to destroy whatever it was.

“Well, uh, t-thank you?”

“Yeah, dude. I-” Love you. “Care about you. You’re my friend and shit. Hurts to see you cry.” With that, Trent carefully maneuvered around Chuck and hopped off the bed to go rifle through his clothes for something dry he could wear. And- probably some pants for himself. When he first opened the door, he couldn’t help but notice Chuck gave him the slightest look up and down, with his cheeks going red afterwards. Trent assumed it was only because he was cold, and the warmth from his bedroom had fucked with his internal body temperature.

While digging through his bags trying to find some of the clothes he always packed for his friend - and if it were any other day than today, Trent would have told you it was because he was just being a nice guy. He knew better than that now. - Chuck began to talk again. “Date ditched me...”

“They didn’t show up?”

Chuck sighed. “No, she did. But- when her ex came around... She would’a rather been with him.”

Trent grabbed the extra clothes and stood, turning around to face Chuck who was staring off into the corner. Considering how already destroyed his heart already was from earlier, he was a bit surprised it still had a few more pieces that could shatter at this sight. Coming back over, he set the pile to one side of him, then sat back down on the other. “Chuck...”

“I don’t know what I expected? Every girl, or hell- every guy, I’ve ever tried to date has never worked out for me. I don’t get it.” Oh, Trent should not have been so happy to hear those words. Well, he wasn’t happy to hear most of them, and was hurting for his friend, but two of them in particular stuck out to him like a sore thumb. Every guy. That meant Chuck had been on dates with men. That meant, even though it was fucked up to think about this at the moment, that Trent still had a chance.

“You just haven’t found the right one, man. None of those assholes from before deserve you anyways.” Chuck brought his gaze back over to Trent, eyes glassy and expression- disbelieving. His hair was matted to his head, still wet in some places, but mostly stuck in small spots to his forehead. Everything else about him was still about the same caliber as that, slowly drying and clinging to parts of his body that weren’t being disrupted by the comforter.

“Or maybe I didn’t deserve them...” Something- came over Trent then. There wasn’t a word for the mix of emotions he felt upon hearing that. But what he could feel were his hands taking either side of his best friend’s face and holding his head up to where he would look him in the eyes.

“That’s not true, you and I both know that. Anyone in the world would be lucky to have you.”

Chuck honest to god laughed at that and tilted his head. “Name one person.”

Fuck. For all intents and purposes, the answer he desperately wanted to give was ‘Me’, but that never came out of his mouth. Instead, it was like Trent was suspended in fear, unable to say what he wanted for the thought of being rejected. Or somehow even worse, him thinking it was a joke and getting upset with him. So, Trent said nothing, trying to think of a different response that would be true, but didn’t give himself away.

That was the nail in the coffin, though. Chuck took his silence as an answer, unable to provide a single person who could possibly want to be with him. The other man shook Trent’s hands away from his face, hurt welling up in his eyes with a grimace as he moved to grab the clothes that were gotten for him.

“See,” Chuck hobbled to a standing position, holding the clean garments close to his sodden chest like it was going to protect him from the pain he was feeling. Trent, just say something, anything, he yelled to himself whilst watching Chuck shuffle over to the bathroom and pull the door open. He flicked his eyes down to the floor for a moment before coming back up and locking onto Trent’s. “No one could ever love me...”

“Chuck-” Trent was too late, Chuck had already disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. And God damn it, his stomach had sunk to the depth of his being, twisting and turning like he was going to be sick. He should have said something. Even if it meant ruining the only thing he really had left to care about. There was his job, his other friends, his family and that; and while they meant a lot to him as well, he truly believed in that moment, and probably for some while now, that Chuck was his world.

As goofy and kind of bullshit as it was to hear, that’s what he felt like. That this guy he’s known for a good chunk of his life was his sun, moon, and every star in the sky. And Trent knew he’s never felt that way about another person. He knew that no other person on this Earth - or fuck, any other planet - could beam at him when they pull an upset and win a match together like he could. No one else made his chest feel warm whenever they complimented him quite the same way that Chuck did. There wasn’t a soul who had the same giggle, the wit, the determination, the personality- fucking any of it. No one had quite what his best friend had, and that was why he loved him.

Trent had no idea how long Chuck was going to be in there, or if he was ever going to come out. Knowing him, he could stay in there all night, not wanting to face the world again- let alone his friend. Even still, he got up from where he was and placed himself a few paces away from his bathroom door. Within his head, he hyped himself up, vowing that no matter if he got scared or felt like everything was going to go wrong, the New Yorker was going to tell him the truth.

Approximately 4 minutes later - if you asked Trent it felt like 10 years - Chuck finally emerged from his hiding place, dressed in some of his friend’s clothes and with shockingly drier hair. Not sure why he was so surprised that he had run a towel through it or something, but that didn’t matter. The taller man seemed confused as to why Trent was standing at the door, but before he could ask what was happening, Trent said, “I do.”

Chuck squinted at him with a, “What?” but it came out choked off and shaky, like he wasn’t prepared to speak.

“You said no one could ever love you, and that’s not true. Because I love you,” He wanted to protest, but now that Trent was talking, he couldn’t stop. “And I didn’t realize it until today, but I seriously am so in love with you that I don’t think I could picture my life without you. You mean everything to me and I would do anything for you just to see your beautiful smile or hear you say my name. And I know it sounds like I’m lying and that I’m trying to make you feel better, but I’m not. If I think about it, I feel like I’ve loved you forever but never realized it, and I wish I could have known sooner. Because you need to know that you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and I would be the luckiest guy in the world to even have a chance with you-”

“Trent-”

“I love the way you purposefully send me a string of those stupid emojis over text because you know it annoys me. I love how you can make anyone feel better with just one smile and your passion for loving others. I love how much you love animals and how every dog you see, you consider kidnapping-'' Trent had become so caught up in his declaration that he hadn’t noticed his friend had moved from in front of him and Chuck’s lips were on his.

Before he could even do anything; not even get a gasp at the sudden action, Chuck was already pulling away, breathing as if he had just run a mile. His face was bright red and his hands were holding either of Trent’s arms as he searched his face for a reaction. Or anything really.

“I- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” It felt as though Trent was living in one of those shitty romantic comedies he secretly liked to watch, because he was the one who cut Chuck off while speaking with an somehow even more desperate kiss. He felt him respond almost instant, bringing one of his hands up to Trent’s face to cup it gently as his own arms latched cautiously onto Chuck’s hips. And that was where they stayed, for who knew how long, but every second of it was exactly where they wanted to be.

You know, of all days to have the life-changing realization that you’re secretly in love with your best friend, Trent - and Chuck for that matter - hadn’t expected it to happen on (the day after) Valentine’s Day.

[annaphoenix1994]

Colter - Eastward Bound

Arthur had never been so happy to be moving. He, as well as the rest of the gang, were sick of the snow. The numbness, the insomnia, the brink famine, was all about to be left at Colter. His body craved sunshine and whiskey, which he hoped a town was closeby wherever they were going. He dismounted his horse as he met up with Dutch to discuss further plans.

"Oh, for Lord's sake! Put that book away and go help!" Miss Grimshaw barked within Arthur's earshot. It didn't take him long to figure out that she was scolding Mary-Beth Gaskill, one of the women in the camp who reminded him a lot of Lenny - she preferred reading or writing over robbing and killing, but could do so if need be. She was also one for romance, taking a liking to Arthur in particular, at least, that was the rumor. He had always thought that she liked how nice he was to her and nothing more than that.

"So, we getting out of this Hellhole?" Arthur asked as he joined Dutch and Hosea.

"We're gonna try, weather seems stable," Dutch assured.

"And we just robbed a Leviticus Cornwall train," Hosea added.

"We got money in our pockets...the worst is behind us, gentlemen! So the question is, where now?"

"I know this country a little," Hosea assured the worried leader. "I told you, we should set up camp in Horseshoe Overlook near Valentine. We'll be able to hide out there no problem as long as we keep our noses clean."

"Well then let's go! Clean noses and everything else!" Dutch commanded as he watched the rest of the gang load up the caravan. "Arthur, you're in that one, bring Hosea, I know you two like to talk about the good old days and what's wrong with old Dutch."

Arthur chuckled as he shook his head, following Dutch's orders as he loaded himself up onto the wagon, Hosea alongside him.

The caravan made its way slowly down the trail. The scenery of lush, white snow slowly turning to dewey green grass. The wind was still cold, though, as it still had a strong breeze, but to Arthur, even that was warm. He let his mind wander to where they were heading. Was there a town where he could have a hot meal other than Pearson's stew? Was there whiskey? Was there laying low for a long while instead of running? Was there hunting ground? Was there any more chances to run into Minnie Barlow? He shook the last question from his head, scolding himself for thinking of her and how he shouldn't think about her, but his mind continued to wander. There was something about her already that he needed to reassure himself on.

Arthur's thoughts were quickly interrupted by Dutch shouting from ahead, sighing a breath of relief that he was only shouting for Lenny and Micah instead of announcing there was trouble ahead.

"Lenny! Micah! Get over here!"

"Yes, boss?" Micah replied as he obeyed Dutch's command, along with Lenny.

"You two ride up ahead, make sure there's no surprises," Dutch ordered. "We've had enough of those."

"Me, with the boy?" Micah responded, almost insulted.

"Just go!"

"Come on, kid," Micah sighed as he spurred his horse into a lope. "You can buy me a whiskey!"

"Get us out the stream!" Hosea panicked as he felt the wagon shutter as they had now crossed into New Hanover. Arthur repeatedly tapped the harness leather across the horse's backs as they pulled the wagon through to the other side, only to be stopped by the rear left wheel buckling and keeping the wagon at a halt.

"Ah, shit!" Arthur shouted.

"Okay, let's take a look," Hosea sighed as he lept from the wagon, walking around the back.

"You alright back there?"

"Does everything look alright?" Arthur argued as he too dismounted from the wagon.

"Well, what's goin' on?" He heard Javier ask.

"I broke the goddamn wheel!" Arthur shouted, scolding himself.

"Alright, let's get it fixed!" Hosea assured him as Charles rushed over to help, pairing with the old man as they lifted up the rear of the wagon as best as they could as Arthur rushed to push the wheel back into place.

"You still strong enough to hold up a wagon?" Arthur teased as he tightened the joints.

"Shut up!" Hosea replied gruffly.

"I'm just sayin'!" Arthur replied.

"Well, say less!"

"See, you ain't so useless after all!" Arthur teased as he helped Charles and Hosea pick up the items that had fallen off.

"Not quite!" Hosea chuckled as he picked up a suitcase, seeing that Charles had noticed the other eyes that were on them, watching from the cliffside ahead...

"What you think?" Arthur asked hesitantly.

"If they wanted trouble, we wouldn't have seen 'em," Charles assured the two as Hosea waved a sign of peace to them. "Poor bastards... We really screwed them over down here. Come on, let's not push our luck,"

"What happened?" Arthur asked.

"Well, get in, I'll tell ya on the way," Hosea said as the men quickly loaded themselved back up onto the wagon. "Not too far now, stay on this trail. We'll follow the river then cut left inland," Hosea directed. "So... Yes, the Indians in these parts got sold a very raw deal. This is the Heartlands we're going to, good farming and grazing country, they lost it all. Stolen clean away from them it was, even every blade of grass. Killed or herded up to the reservations in the middle of nowhere." Hosea explained.

"And how's that different from everywhere else?" Charles asked.

"Well, maybe it's not. I just heard some of the army out here was particularly, uh, unpleasant about it."

"Unpleasant? How do you rob and kill people pleasantly?" Charles questioned. "We don't, in spite of Dutch's talk."

"I fear I was perhaps trying to simplify something more complicated for the benefit of our blockheaded driver here." Hosea teased.

"Hey, don't blame it on me!" Arthur replied. "Never forget, this here's a conman, Charles, born and bred. Just 'cause it sounds fancy don't mean he knows a damn thing about what he's talkin' about." Arthur explained.

"Oh, but I sure know about that there 'wanted' poster you're keepin' on you," Hosea chuckled. "You plannin' on goin' after her, aren't you?"

Arthur scoffed, "No. Like I said, you don't know what you're talkin' about."

"Are you still talking about that Minnie Barlow woman? What's the deal about her anyway? Lenny told me that she saved your hide back on that train." Charles intervened.

"Oh, did she now?" Hosea asked, raising his grey brows. "I didn't know about this!"

'Shit!' Arthur thought to himself. He was now going to have to talk about her. He looked at the smug grin on Hosea's face as he loved to try and land him a relationship that he would never settle for. He had already tried with Mary-Beth, which now made things almost awkward in camp. "I don't think it was her," Arthur grit, tapping the harness leather harder on the horse's backs.

"Yeah?" Hosea questioned. "Anyway, Charles, Minnie Barlow is known as Bandit Barlow around here. By what I've read, she used to work for some feller who is employed with the Pinkertons. Apparently, she knew too much and her supervisor tried to get her killed. After she found out about it, she turned around and robbed him, then became an outlaw!" Hosea explained, chuckling.

"Does she have a gang or what?"

"No, she runs alone," Hosea replied. "I reckon she had a small gang a few years ago, but they knew about her bounty and tried to have her captured for the payment. According to the poster Arthur is dearly holding on to, she has eight-thousand dollars for her head," Hosea snickered. "I don't know much about her past, just by what I've read or heard, but I do know she robbed the Lemoyne National Bank in Saint Denis, robbing a well-known tycoon as well. Some Italian feller. Robbed him and that bank in broad daylight and nobody knew until she was long gone,"

"Sounds like I need to buy her a drink and have a few hours of her time just to hear the stories!" Charles replied, intrigued. "When did the bank robbery happen?"

"A couple of years ago," Hosea replied. "By what I read, the robbery took up to three months to do without anybody knowin'. She got a job there, made it well with the bank manager over time, and got a promotion to a loan manager position and the fellers she was runnin' with would come in every few weeks to "take out a loan" of a few thousand dollars when she would just walk into the safe and give them as much money as she could. After the bank was running low on funds, they didn't question her as she covered her tracks. Once time got scarce, she had one of her boys take out another big loan before she made a break for it."

"Sounds like she and Dutch would get along," Arthur replied, smirking at the thought of how smart the woman was.

"I'm sure," Charles said. "So, how did nobody catch her?"

"She used a fake name to get the job. The only thing that messed her up was that she got the wrong men for the job. They were giving details to the Pinkertons the whole time. They turned her name in for the bounty after she gave orders to rob a train goin' towards Rhodes. Big roadblock over the tracks, but Minnie took wind of it and made a break for it, leavin' her two guys to fend for themselves. They ended up getting arrested and are now in a state penitentiary. Since then, only her tracks have been discovered, but no sign of her. She's slick, now," Hosea warned.

"Sure," Arthur replied. "I'm sure she won't be that hard to find..."

Hosea chuckled, "Let me know how that goes." He teased.

"So..." Arthur cleared his throat, taking in all of the new information he had just learned of his apparent crush. "What happened to your tribe?" He asked Charles.

"I don't even know if I have one," Charles replied. "Least not that I can remember. My father was a colored man. They told me he lived with our people for a while, a number of free men did, but when we were forced to move from our lands, the three of us fled. I was too young to really remember much. All live I've been on the run. A couple of years later, some soldiers captured my mother, took her somewhere. We never saw her again. We drifted around... He was a very sad man and the drink had a mean hold on him. Around thirteen... I just took off on my own." He explained.

"That was about the age we found young Arthur here, maybe a little older," Hosea said. "A wilder delinquent you never did see. But he learned fast."

"Not as fast as Marston, apparently," Arthur replied, his jealousy spiking yet again.

"Wait... I don't understand," Charles said, confused. "What's the problem between you two?"

"Arthur?" Hosea said, insisting for him to explain.

"It's a long story," Arthur sighed. "We still heading the right way?" He asked, now shifting during the awkward silence.

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"You okay, pa?" Minnie asked her father as she woke from a midday nap, something she never did unless she needed it. She gripped her shawl tighter as the wind from the Cumberland Forest engulfed the cabin.

"Somethin' don't feel right," He replied, gripping his rifle as he continued to stare out the window. She knew this wasn't anything new as he had been acting like this for a couple of years, but she too got the odd feeling in her gut. She needed to prepare.

"I'm sure it's nothin', pa," Minnie assured as she stepped closer to her father, patting his shoulder. "Want me to cook ya somethin'?"

"No, I'm not hungry. Night's comin' soon. Best get some rest. I'll be out on the porch."

She nodded and shook her head, not daring to inform her father that it was only early in the afternoon. She went to the chest at the end of the bed, retrieving her gunbelt and tightening it around her waist before walking out of the cabin, passing her father who was sitting in the rocking chair. "I'm gonna go feed the chickens and get the eggs, but we'll need some more food soon. Want me to go into town later?" She asked.

"No need, dear. I will. I need to get out of here for a bit. Those mountains are taunting me." He replied, taking a drag off of his pipe.

"You'll need a horse, take Trace." She suggested as she pointed to her buckskin Quarter Horse.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, he'll take care of you. He always does." She smiled.

"Okay, well I'll take him out first thing in the mornin' to Valentine and get some more food," He nodded, a grin appearing on his face as he was excited to ride a horse again, but the lurking doom he felt coming never did settle in his mind. He didn't want to leave his daughter alone tomorrow, but whatever was coming, he knew they both couldn't escape. At least she had a fighting chance.

[basically-harley-keener]

Have you ever been in love? - Parkner fic

“Have you ever been in love, Parker?” Harley asks him, they’re both in the kitchen of Peter and May’s apartment on Valentine’s day. They both didn’t have valentines and didn’t want to school with everyone being in love all around them. Yet Harley just had to ask that question. Peter really didn’t want to answer the question so he just ate another spoonful of dry cereal and just nodded his head, hoping that Harley would end the conversation, but in true Harley Keener fashion, he didn’t. “Who was it?” Harley asks, taking the box of cereal. 

“You know them,” Peter sighed taking the box back. Harley glared at him, “I was eating that.”

“Sucks,” Peter smirks. 

Harley chuckles and rolls his eyes “So who was it?”

“I’m not gonna share that.” Peter says softly “too personal, besides they didn’t like me anyway.”

“Oh c’mon Peter.” Harley begs, “I’ll tell you who my first love was.”

“That’s no fun, I don’t know anyone in Rose Hill,” Peter says as he swiftly grabs two cans of coke from the fridge. He hands one to Harley before accepting the deal. “Fine, but you have to watch at least three hours of great British Bakeoff with me,” Peter smirked. Harley reluctantly agreed and took a sip of his soda. 

“His name was EJ,” Harley started out. “He was a complete dick and was super homophobic.”

“Then why did you love him?” Peter asks, leaning against the counter. 

“Im getting there, hold on,” Harley told him, peter huffed as Harley continued his story. “The same time I met Tony is when I found out I loved EJ. He bullied me since I was nine up until I saved him from drowning. He kept calling me gay ‘n shit.”

“You are gay…” 

“Yeah, but when he said it it was a form of hatred and bullying. Plus I didn’t know yet. Well, I did, but I was super confused.” Harley said.

“Oh, yeah that makes sense” Peter sighed and nodded “Continue,”.

“When Tony left the town, EJ started to respect me a little more, he didn’t shout homophobic comments at me. And I don’t exactly know why I loved him as much as I did. But I did convince him to kiss me in the seventh grade, he was in eighth.” Harley shrugged “That’s about it,”

“Why do you think he kissed you back?” Peter asked cautiously. He didn’t want to invade on Harley’s reminiscent of his childhood. But Harley answered Peter’s question anyway. 

“Questioning his sexuality? I’m not completely sure.” Harley sipped his soda “Okay, your turn.”

Peter groaned and banged his head on the fridge. “Fine” He whined before turning to face Harley (who was on the verge of laughter) again. “You okay?” Harley asks. Peter nods and begins his story.

“As I said, you know them,” He sighed “It’s MJ,”.

“MJ? Really? But she’s a-” But Peter interrupted him.

“A lesbian, I know.” Peter sighed, “But she was in the closet at the time so how was I supposed to know.” Peter huffed. He finished the rest of his soda and placed it on the counter. 

“So why did you love her then?” Harley asks, jumping up to sit on the counter. 

“To be honest, I don’t know. She’s extremely pretty and I just love her attitude towards anything and everything. But I like those qualities in her as just a friend too. It’s just confusing,” Peter sighed and shook his head.

“What about now?” Harley asks him.

“What do you mean?” Peter tilts his head and asks. 

“Do you love someone now?” Harley asks.

“I do… but I’m a hundred percent sure they don’t feel the same way.” He sighed before looking down at the floor “it’s not a big deal, I’ll get over it.”

“Well, who is it?” Harley took the box of cereal and ate another hand full. 

“Why would I tell you?” Peter says.

“Cause maybe I can help.” Harley shrugs. Peter laughs and shakes his head. 

“I’d rather die than tell you,” Peter said. “But since I wanna die-”

“Don’t say that… we’ve been over this Pete, the only way your gonna get your head screwed on right-”

“Is to take my meds and be positive, I know I know.” Peter sighed. “It’s just difficult. I don’t like having to force a smile on my face.”

Harley nods slowly and doesn’t respond. Silence fills the room before Peter speaks up again. 

“It’s you, y’know.” He says softly.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Harley says, a little bit confused. “You asked me if I loved anyone right now, I do… it’s you Harls.”

“You love me?”

“Yeah… at least I think I do. My chest is always so tight when I’m around you and I just wanna kiss you all the time- I hope that doesn’t sound weird I-It’s just your so pretty and I-i’m just me and why would you just like me. I mean Im just Peter Parker. Boring Peter Parker. But you’re Harley… outgoing, funny, caring Harley Keener… and you’re pretty a-and you’re you... now im just rambling-” But he was cut off by Harley’s lips on his. Harley’s lips were chapped but it still felt like he was kissing God’s work. The kiss was short and sweet and left Peter in a daze.

“And you kissed me… why?”

“Peter, I have been feeling this exact same way since I met you. You make my heart go crazy. And believe me, I know how cliche that sounds.”

“We met almost two years ago… you’ve felt this way for two years? Why didn’t you say anything?” Peter said, his eyes wide open. 

“Why didn’t I say anything! Why didn’t you say anything?” Harley says to him “I could’ve kissed you years ago!” With that, Peter laughs a little bit. “That was a nice kiss…”

“Long overdue,” Harley said.

“Hey, Harley… wanna be my valentine?” Peter asks. Harley nods quickly and Peter kisses him. “Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Happy Valentine’s day,” Harley repeats. 

“And… last time I checked, you owe me three hours of great British Bakeoff,” Peter said, taking Harley’s hand in his. Harley huffed but followed Peter to the couch where they did end up watching more than three hours of great British Bakeoff.

[arthurs-wife]

Visiting Hours

Anonymous said to arthurs-wife:

Hellooo I was wondering when you had the time if you could do a fic for Arthur and the reader where Arthur is a vampire that doesn’t treat humans kindly until he meets the human reader. And Maybe some vampire smut? (Only if you’re comfortable!) Thank you! ☺️

A/N: *rises from my coffin* did somEONE SAY VAMPIRE SMUT?? But for real, here’s 2.2k words of Arthur being a vampire and you getting plowed in some rich white lady’s house. The dream, right? 

“You’ll remember to dispose of the bodies this time, Arthur?”

Arthur rolled his eyes and fastened his coat tight. He had opted for all black this evening, as was his wont, turning back towards their Grand Elder, Dutch Van der Linde. At the moment, Dutch was drinking was Arthur assumed was blood from an all gold chalice, as was his wont. Flashy bastard.

“If you’re talking about that little mix-up in Valentine, it was only-”

Dutch held up a hand and set his drink down, standing up to put an arm around Arthur’s shoulder.

“My boy,” he chuckled, “you know I didn’t mean anything by it. That man was a fool and most certainly deserved to die. We just don’t want to attract any unnecessary attention to ourselves, not when we just settled in this…” he looked around at the swamp, “...charming bayou.”

“Yeah well I can’t wait until we depart this charmer,” Arthur grumbled and moved to his horse.

“Would you rather be back in the 1670s?” Dutch put his hands on his hips, “pray, do you remember what it was like to live without guns?”

“That was rough,” Arthur agreed, unhitching his horse and turning, “you want anything while I’m out?”

“No I have everything I need here,” Dutch said, becoming distracted by a young vampire they had turned several weeks ago. She passed him, grabbing his arm and leading him off. 

Arthur sped off towards Saint Denis, hungrier than he had been in days. The last man he’d fed from wasn’t disposed of properly and made them abandon their hideout near Valentine, one they’d stayed at for months. Dutch seemed to like it here near Saint Denis, much to Arthur’s dismay. He had never been one for humidity.

Tonight he had been invited to some fancy party at some fancy rich white lady’s house, he couldn’t be bothered to care. Charles had told him the house was full of bonds and possibly gold bars, so here he was decked out in his finest formal wear, hitching his horse a safe distance away from the house.

He turned quickly to the alley and saw flashes of yellow dart into him.

“Charles,” he greeted, and the yellow dots disappeared, a man emerged from the shadows.

Charles wiped a stream of blood from his mouth and his fangs retracted.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Anything left on that guy?” Arthur nodded.

“Sorry,” Charles shrugged, “he was my first kill in three days.”

Arthur growled.

“Let’s get this thing over with,” he said, striding to the house steps.

Th house was large, even by Saint Denis standards, and was packed full of the city’s finest socialites. They climbed up the steps and a butler greeted them at the door.

“May I take your coats, sirs?”

Arthur and Charles passed them over and stood for a moment. This was uncomfortable. The butler looked at them strangely.

“Are you going to go in, sirs?”

“Can we?”

“Of course, please do go in.”

They both sighed and crossed the threshold, separating once they got to the back porch. The garden was filled with people and a light quartet song swayed on the wind around them. Waiters mingled around offering trays of food, drink. People guffawed and whispered behind fans. Never really his cup of tea, these parties.

Never really your cup of tea, these parties.

Your dress was too tight, your make up was too caked on, your heels were fucking murder. At least you had your fan and were putting it to good use. It must be a hundred degrees, and it was dusk! You realize the gentlemen in front of you had been talking to you.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” you asked as politely as you could.

“I asked,” the man huffed, “if you had any opinion on the man that was hung in the square today.”

“Dreadful business,” you nodded solemnly, fanning harder, “the whole deal.”

He pursed his lips at you and wandered off. Thank god. You grabbed the nearest drink from a tray and downed it in one go. You did a double take and looked closer at the man across the garden, fully decked out in black and thoroughly looking like he didn’t belong there. He was looking around at everything but none of the guests. Finally, he slunk back behind the garden wall and disappeared.

This night got interesting.

As quietly as you could you followed him, keeping close to the wall. Near the door he stopped, a guard was posted there. Surely he was foiled now!

He approached the guard and looked around before speaking.

“Excuse me sir, I’m looking for the men’s room,” he said.

The guard turned and pointed back to where he came and the man grabbed the guard and tore his fucking throat out. The two men sank to the ground as the taller one continued biting his neck and you gasped, causing him to look up, mouth stained with blood and fire red eyes burning into you.

In a flurry he was in your face, one hand around your throat and the other covering your mouth.

“I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth,” he said quietly, “and you’re not going to make a sound, or you’ll end up my dessert. Alright?”

You nodded and he released the hand from your mouth, letting his fingers trail along your lips.

“Although I wouldn’t mind having you in other ways…”

“Do you mean to kill me sir?”

“No,” he said as if that were a heinous crime, “no but I can’t imagine you letting me go scott free, not after what you just saw.”

“What are you?” you asked, a little breathless from his hand around your throat. He removed it and brushed his fingers across your chest and between your breasts.

“Just a little hungry is all,” he shrugged, “haven’t eaten in days.”

“And you eat...people?”

“You seem more curious than frightened,” he pointed out, doing a quick scan to make sure you weren’t being watched, “most people would have run away screaming by this point.”

You really didn’t know why you were still here. You looked back at the party. God awful bunch.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

“To rob the place blind,” he said, “why are you here?”

“My fiance dragged me here,” you huffed, “wants me to mingle with the crowd more.”

“Sounds like a prize.”

“I know where Mrs. O’Dell keeps her gold bars.”

“You just get more delicious by the second.”

You took his hand and stepped over the guard, leading him into the house and winding through rooms past guards until you reached the staircase. You kicked off your horrible shoes and led him up and into a hallway, where a shadow approached. It was too late for you to hide so you turned to face him, grabbed his shoulders and-

“Hey what are you two-” the guard began but stopped. You pulled away from the man out of a deep kiss and looked at the guard apologetically. “Uh, that room there is open if you want to…”

“Oh thank you, sir!” you said politely and drug the man through the door, slamming it and breathing a sigh of relief. “We’ll wait for him to leave, the room with the bars is just across the hall.”

You turned and the man was still looking at you hungrily.

“You gonna finish what you started, girl?”

You blushed terribly and stammered before he swooped down and devoured your lips, his hands grasping you waist so hard that you gasped, then dissolved completely into his hold. You had never experienced a kiss like this, so raw and unbridled that it ripped the breath from your lungs and left you craving more even as it was happening.

He broke away and panted, fixing you with a look that held a question and your responded without a doubt in your mind you wanted this. He spun you around and pinned you to the door, tearing your dress off in one go, deftly pulling the bones in your corset apart.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” you moaned, more out of relief that you could now breathe than anything.

He pressed his length against you and growled, an animal sound in the ornately decorated room around you. His hand slid across your hip and around to your front, down your lips and circling your clit a few times. You weren’t sure men knew about that and god how happy you were that you were wrong.

“You nice and ready for me now?”

You nodded and hoped he got the point but went on anyway to say, eloquently, “god, yes please, sir, please-”

You heard his belt clink and fabric fall to the floor and sucked in a breath, feeling him press his huge head between your thighs. You could feel the slickness against you already and pressed your ass into his hips.

“Easy, girl,” he mumbled, placing one hand on your ass and pushing you up so he could line himself up with you. His nails ran down your back and you damn near choked on nothing, throwing your head back and letting out a uncivilized moan. His head pushed into you and good fuck he was huge already, how the hell were you going to fit in the rest?

Both hand rested on your ass now, pulling you closer and easing his cock more and more inside your warmth. You hoped you were tearing him apart as much as he was for you but now you couldn’t bring yourself to care that much because shit he was fully inside you and you were both panting so hard for some reason.

He slid an arm around your chest and pulled you up so he could place his lips near your ear. His other hand was still creating bruises in your hips.

“You hold on, darlin’,” he whispered, dragging his teeth down your neck and onto the trapezius muscle, biting down hard.

You couldn’t help but let out a cry, banging your fist on the door as he rammed into you over and over, hips thrusting against your ass loudly and biting down hard. You could feel warm blood flow between your bodies and you would be revolted but for the tingling light now flashing through each bone, each muscle, your vertebrae. Every time he plunged into you another burst of light poured through you.

He finally let go and cupped a breast, moaning and pressing his forehead against your upper back. You felt him shake his head and pull out and you whined as he flipped you around, slamming your back to the door and hitching your leg up, your knee resting in the crook of his arm. He steadied his hand on the door and entered you again, watching his cock slide into you slowly and groaning.

He snapped his hips up and your head flew back, hitting the door with a thud as you stood up on your toes and arched your back and you wanted him to bite you again so you just-

“Would you bite me again, please?”

Without hesitation he turned his head and grabbed your outstretched wrist, sinking his teeth into it and sucking. It sent shocks of pain through your arm, your stomach, but he fucked you at just the right angle as he bit and you came all over him, it ran down your legs and he groaned at the slickness and picked up his pace.

He rolled his hips up harder, harder, until all you saw was whiteness and all you could hear was his breathing in your ear and he cried out, pressing your bodies together completely as he came in you, filling you up completely and if the bite didn’t claim you as his own then this certainly did.

You both stood there for a moment, painfully aware of how sticky and uncomfortable you felt. You slowly pulled your leg from his grasp and he pulled out, holding you steady as you regained your balance… and sight. And other senses. He moved away from you as you caught your breath, putting himself away and rummaging through some drawers. He tossed you an over sized coat and a grey union suit.

“Hope this fits,” he said, “sorry about your dress. It was real pretty.”

“It was a pain in the ass.”

You pulled on the suit and coat and looked down at yourself, sighing. The lights were really bright and you shook your head. What the hell were you supposed to do now.

“What’s this?” you heard him ask and looked to where he was, fiddling with a lock box under a table.

“Oh I think I got my rooms mixed up,” you said, “this is the gold room.”

There was a loud bang on the door and you both looked up quickly.

“Sir, we need you to open this door immediately!”

You looked back to the man, who simply beamed at you. He climbed onto the desk and opened a window, holding a hand out to you. Shrugging, you took it.

“The name’s Arthur Morgan, miss,” he said before throwing you both out of a goddamn window, “and you have a long few days ahead of you.”

[cbsnforeverandalways]

Story Time

I just want to rant. 

So the girl my ex cheated on me with lives in England and they have this long distance situation?relationship? I don’t even fucking know because he’s such a fucking liar. Anyway, he had the girl pay 2000+ dollars to come to America to see his cheating lying ass and I’m here shaking my fucking head. 

Let me start from the beginning. 

So my ex and I started dating last year, fine. Things were good or at least I thought they were good, whatever. Around December, during December, he tells me his family is coming here from England so he’s going to be a little busy but when the new year starts, we’ll start hanging out again. I say, fine. 

All of December home boy was on my phone, telling me all this shit. It wasn’t until after Christmas when he started getting super weird like going ghost and shit that I started to think something was wrong. So I’m highkey snapping. 

My cousins and my best friends get worried because I fall into this horrible depression so they’re like let’s investigate this guy. 

Come to find out, that his family from England wasn’t his family and that he was with this other girl on Facebook who his family wanted him to be with? he wanted to be with? I don’t even know. So I get upset, I mean I felt like someone knocked the air out of my lungs, it hurt so badly. 

I confront him, we break up because according to him they brought her for him from England. (They’re Muslims, don’t mean to make it seem bad but they match you up or something like that). So he tells me his mother doesn’t know anything about me and that’s who his mother wants him to be with so he’s going to be with her even if he doesn’t want to be. Say’s he’s confused, blah, blah, blah. 

I sob some more because I’m like we have this connection or so I thought. It was a mess and then I was in love with him at that point so... so I was only emotion operating on emotion.

Since I don’t know, I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, I was like we can be friends after he begged me for that. 

Fast forward to Valentine’s Day. Boy is back on my phone consistently, calling, texting, asking me to go out with him, all this shit. So I ask him what about the girl in England (since you know they’re arranged or whatever). He tells me they’re not together and he keeps repeating that. So I say okay, fine. 

He comes on to me and I kid you not, I tell him I’m in love with him and it’s like he uses that as something over my head. I have a mental breakdown from all of this and I cut things off with him after my Birthday in March. Like I go cold turkey because I can’t. 

Two months later, we start talking again and I tell him that I can only do friends and even then it’s friends at the barest word. 

He gets in his feelings, start coming on to me again. Mind you all this time the girl is all over his social media accounts and they’re talking like they’re in an entire relationship? so I’m like ohhhkayy. Still he comes on to me. Like heavy, tells me all this shit. I’m like wtf is with you and this girl. He’s constantly like I don’t know how I feel about her and blah, blah, blah and how they’re not in a relationship. I mean it’s fucking weird because the entire time he’s denouncing her to me. 

Alright, we get back into whatever, and I end up giving him my virginity (I’m going to say it here, tell you guys here). After that the behavior turns back to trash. I mean dude disappears for weeks and I have to reach out, I’m the only who consistently kept reaching out after he took my virginity. He kept wanting to know if I was attached to him, if I’d be with him?? in what sense I don’t know before we had sex, after it was an entire different story. 

So I’m like something is all the way off. 

My best friend, god bless her soul, goes and does some investigating. Turns out the girl was flying in from England for two weeks in July. Poor thing saved up her money to come see this guy who literally cheated on her the entire time they were talking?in a relationship? I don’t fucking know. 

Okay, stay with me. 

Three or so weeks before she comes, he starts up on the she’s a great person and we’re actually kinda together but I don’t know and all this shit. I mean all this shit. I broke. I smashed my phone and went into a dark place where I just sobbed for days. I’ve never cried like that. It literally felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest. My entire being hurt, like I didn’t know that was possible. 

We get into it again and I completely disengage from him and the bullshit. Like at this point, I’m like you’re a fucking horrible ass person. Like I can’t make excuses for you anymore. 

Tell me why, this fuck bitch texted my phone on Monday talking about how he hopes I’m okay and if I’m okay. 

Uhhhhhh..........

YOU WASN’T WORRIED WHEN YO GIRL WAS HERE, WHY YOU WORRIED NOW?

I didn’t even respond. I was like, so now she’s back in England and you’re trying to be up on my phone and up in my pants. Like nooooooo.

Life doesn’t work the way you think it works. 

Sad part is, this is someone who I allowed around me when he couldn’t as a person or a man offer me anything. Not money because I make more money than him. Not knowledge because I am smarter. Like nothing and you behave and carry on like this.  SMFH. 

Like you wouldn’t even say let me humble myself because I know I have nothing to offer. Instead you feel like you’re the entire shit and that made me so confused. 

‘Cause I’mma tell you straight up, I would never pay money to get some dick. IT’S NOT HAPPENING so if that’s the type of energy he wanted, he wasn’t gonna find it here especially for someone who is just utterly trash. 

Anyway, moral of the story if you see red flags within the first conversation, stop talking to them. Trust me someone else will pick up your trash and think it’s a treasure like sis from England did. Like she’s alll beside herself with how great he is and I’m just like SIS, he cheats on you ALL the time but OHKAY. 

I feel so bad for her because poor thing. Like poor thing. 

I couldn’t do a long distance anything because I’m paranoid about the cheating so CONGRATS. She got that shit locked down but then when he reaches out to me, it’s like but does she? 

Because I can tell you this, the attention that I’m not giving him, he’s going to go find from some other female and the cheating will always be there. 

But to each their own because I can’t live like that. I literally can’t. 

[stansrichie]

Valentine’s Disaster

prompt: “nobody’s ever sent me a valentine before…” by @littlerose13writes and “this would never have happened if you had just read the instructions.” by @daily-prompts 

ship: reddie 

warnings: none, just fluff & some cursing

a/n: not my gif, lowercase intended 

valentine’s message: this is dedicated to @africareddie for the secret admirer gift exchange! i hope you enjoy this little story and had an amazing valentine’s day <3 // @itfandomsecretadmirers

richie wasn’t the best chef. this was blatantly obvious to everyone in the loser’s club, as well as himself, but when the loser’s club decided to throw a valentine’s day party, richie insisted on baking the cake. nobody trusted richie enough to let him bake it on his own, but they also didn’t want to tell him he couldn’t so they decided volunteering eddie as his personal babysitter for the evening would suffice, much to eddie’s protest. eddie may have had a fat crush on richie, but that doesn’t mean he wanted to witness the greatest catastrophe of the year alone with the trashmouth himself. 

“hey richie, i don’t think you’re doing it right,” eddie said, peering into the large bowl that contained a multitude of ingredients that probably hadn’t been measured properly. it looked quite a mess, honestly. 

“hey eddie, i think i know what the fuck i’m doing. i don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but i was chosen to make the cake this year. not you!” he said, whisking the mixture intensely. eddie rolled his eyes and hopped down from the counter he was sitting on. “you weren’t chosen to bake the cake this year, you complained for a week until every had enough of your whining.” 

ignoring eddie, richie continued to mix the ingredients and pour the batter into the cake pan. “alright, hand me the lighter, eds,” richie said, motioning to eddie and looking at the boy with pride. eddie looked hesitantly at the lighter and then at richie before handing it off to the taller boy. “shouldn’t you read the directions? i don’t think you’re supposed to light the cake before you bake it, richie.” richie whipped around to face eddie, the lighter twirling around in his hand as he squinted his eyes. “eddie, eddie, eddie... someone with such grace and elegance and i have doesn’t need stupid ass instructions from a fuckin $5 box we bought at walmart. i know what the hell im doing, okay, i promise. this is gonna be the best valentine’s day cake you’ve ever had,” he said, flashing the brightest smile eddie had ever seen before. 

eddie thought it was not only too late, but also pretty wild to ask richie to be his valentine. he thought richie liked him, hell, the entire loser’s club had TOLD him richie liked him... so why hadn’t richie asked HIM yet? he got richie a small gift, a little more special than what he got the others, but not big enough to be seen as anything more than best friends in case richie didn’t share the same feelings. 

“hey richie... have you ever made someone a valentine present before? or bought someone a valentine?” eddie asked, watching richie try to light the cake. it was some kind of fire chocolate lava cake, and eddie was 100% positive he wasn’t supposed to light the cake AFTER it was fucking baked.

“no, not before i met you guys. i’ve never had anyone special enough to give one to,” richie said, shrugging his shoulders and attempting once again to light the cake. “this fucking lighter won’t work, what the hell,” he groaned in frustration, shaking the lighter up and down.

 “what about when someone has sent you a valentine. you’ve never given them anything in return?” eddie questioned. eddie himself had never had many friends before the loser’s club, but he always gave his mother something for valentine’s day. 

richie turned to look at eddie, giving him a look that was mixed with confusion and almost sadness. “nobody’s ever sent me a valentine before.” eddie didn’t know how to respond except by whispering a quiet oh. “don’t worry about it eds, valentine’s day is kinda dumb anyways,” richie said, a goofy grin playing on his lips. eddies eyebrows furrowed. “you really think it’s dumb? i think it’s nice to celebrate love with someone you... love.” richie blinked and looked around the kitchen of the tozier home. “well, i mean, if you don’t think it’s dumb then it’s not dumb,” he said, a red tint taking over his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.

 richie turned his attention back to the cake, missing the matching redness that played on eddie’s cheeks and neck. not even a moment passed before eddie heard a loud swoosh and a scream. “EDDIE FUCK OH MY GOD EDDIE HELP HELP HELP THE FUCKING COUNTER IS ON FIRE EDDIE,” richie yelled, running around in circles while searching for something to put the fire out. 

“THIS WOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD JUST READ THE INSTRUCTIONS YOU FUCKING DUMBASS WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING RICHIE OH MY FUCKING GOD,” eddie yelled, grabbing the hose from the sink and spraying water in all directions as richie screamed. 

“MY FUCKING CAKE EDDIE STOP YOURE GONNA RUIN MY CA-“

 “SHUT THE FUCK UP, THE CAKE WAS RUINED THE MINUTE YOU STARTED MAKING IT AND NOW THE FUCKING COUNTER IS ON FIRE,” eddie screamed, cutting richie off. 

eddie finally got the fire to go down, the aftermath being a crusted over and soggy cake and a burnt countertop that none of the tozier family would probably notice. “now that you’re finally done playing aquaman, look what happened! my cake! it’s RUINED,” richie said, throwing his hands up and falling to his knees dramatically. “all i wanted to do was make one cake... just one cake,” he whispered mostly to himself and turning up to look at eddie with puppy-dog eyes. he hoped his dramatic attitude would distract the frantic boy from the fire he had just caused.

 “richie, now is not the fucking time or place, you just DESTROYED your countertop. IMAGINE IF YOU HAD LIT YOURSELF ON FIRE ONE VALENTINE’S DAY, THEN WHO WOULD I GIVE THIS FUCKING VALENTINE’S CARD TO?” eddie yelled, flailing his arms around. once eddie had realized what he said, he immediately stopped in his tracks and laughed awkwardly. “i mean, uhh, who would i- richie stop looking at me like that,” eddie cut himself off mid sentence and deadpanned once he realized richie was standing in front of him with the biggest smirk on his face. 

“i’m sorry, what was that, eddie? i don’t think i heard you correctly. what would happen if i lit myself on fire?” richie said, putting a hand behind his ear as if he were trying to hear something and leaning into eddie. 

“if you were to light yourself on fire you’d burst into flames and fucking die,” eddie said, pushing richie out of the way. richie laughed and grabbed eddie by the hand to keep him from walking away. “eddie wait, come on, what would happen?” eddie sighed and looked down at his feet. instead of repeating himself, he grabbed a small package that he had been keeping in his jacket pocket since that morning and handed it to richie. he had wanted to give it to richie at school first thing this morning but chickened out. richie slowly opened up the package and looked at the contents of the box: a cheesy valentine card and a gift card to the arcade. richie smiled to himself and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a crumbled envelope and handing it to the embarrassed boy in front of him. eddie cautiously took the envelope, kind of thinking it was a prank. inside was a handwritten note richie and a drawing of the two boys with a heart in the middle of them. eddie looked up to tell richie thank you, but was cut off my the curly headed boy’s lips touching his. 

“considering i just started a forest fire in my kitchen and the party starts in 15 minutes, i think we should probably go buy a cake because that baking shit isn’t happening,” richie said, happily tucking the present eddie had given him into his pocket. 

“uh, yeah... we should do that,” eddie said, coughing awkwardly and putting his gift in his pocket as well. richie grabbed eddie’s hand and pulled him towards the door. “i’m gonna tell the whole school you confessed your love to me after i made you a bomb ass cake for valentine’s day.” 

“yeah, you sure made a “bomb ass” cake alright. i’m gonna tell everyone the cake fucking exploded because you can’t cook,” eddie responded, following richie down the street. 

“fuck you, eddie. i did it out of love.”

[sunbrights]

fic: somewhere surely lived (1/14)

fandom: danganronpa characters/pairings: fuyuhiko & peko are the main POV characters, and kuzupeko is the main endgame ship, but this sumbitch is a smorgasborg of characters and ships. there are 6 additional secondary ships that'll be ~special surprises~. side pairings won't be tagged, but the "relationship of the day" character will. rating: e (not all chapters have smut, but a fair number of them do) summary: Hope's Peak is not just a dating program; it's a guarantee. With the right compatible partner, the benefits are endless: boosted life expectancy, improved self-esteem, increased productivity, new opportunities, better overall work and life satisfaction. For society's elite, Hope's Peak makes finding that partner straightforward, if not easy.

It provides an Ultimate Match-- provided the participants are willing to go through its paces.

(AU based on the Black Mirror episode, "Hang the DJ.")

notes: Happy Valentine's week, friends! This fic is (almost) done and will (hopefully) be updated 3x a week between now and White Day (3/14) as a special lovey-dovey season gift from me to you!

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2 WEEKS

“What?” she says. “That can’t be right. That’s barely any time at all.”

He taps the round, black face of his device again, but the number doesn’t change. Two weeks.

The server brings by pre-selected menu choices: poached salmon for him and parmesan risotto for her. He knew going in that the system was designed to automate as much as possible. (“Optimizing everyday decisions allows participants to focus their energy on developing their relationships,” his device had told him, after he booted it up the first time.) That doesn’t stop it from being fucking weird, having a plate slid in front of him without preamble.

He can’t find room to be pissed about it, though. The fish is cooked perfectly, exactly to his tastes. He can’t say he wouldn’t have picked it himself, if he’d been given the option; it just might’ve taken him longer to get there.

The girl is still focused on her device. She has it cupped in one hand, and is swiping through the different menu options. She’s pretty, he guesses; she has a narrow face and dark eyes, but also a short bob haircut that keeps her from looking too severe. He’s never really thought much about red hair on women... but apparently the system didn’t think much of it, either, if this is all the time it gave them.

“Usami,” she says, and it lights up to acknowledge her, “is it really only two weeks?”

“That’s right!”

“What the fuck are we supposed to do with that?” he snaps around his mouthful. The girl gives him a sour look.

“I’m sorry,” his device chirps from his elbow, “that question is too broad. Being specific helps me understand!”

“I think what he means,” she says, every word dripping with so much pointed disapproval that it makes him roll his eyes, “is why is it only two weeks?”

“Everything happens for a reason.”

“... Right.” She gives up, apparently; she sighs, and lets her wrist hang. He takes another bite.

“It’s rude to start eating before everyone else at the table, you know,” she tells him.

“You’ve got your food,” he says.

“That’s not the point! It’s…” She sighs again, and shoves the device back into her purse. “Nevermind. Let’s just start over, okay? I want to make the most of this. Two weeks or not.”

The main theme of all the literature surrounding Hope’s Peak had been that the system works if you let it. Nothing is superfluous, even if it seems like it is. Everything happens for a reason.

He swallows his bite, and leans back in the booth.

“... Fine.”

*

Mahiru is an amateur photographer following in her mother’s footsteps. It’s her first time in the system, too, and she’s about as sold on it as he is— which is to say, not quite. She offers him some of her risotto, and laughs when he refuses. “Big no to cheese, then,” she says, mixing the breadcrumbs into the rice. “Heard that one loud and clear.”

There’s a little, driverless cart waiting for them outside the restaurant when they’re finished. It pings both their devices when they get in, sets a navigation on its own, and takes them out into the sprawling grounds around the central hub.

They ride in silence, cold winter air whipping in from under the plastic shields. He puts his feet on the dash, and she sighs, loud enough that it barely even counts as passive-aggressive. He doesn’t put them back down.

The route delivers them to an isolated cottage on the western side of the grounds. It’s on the small side, just a main living area separated from what he assumes is a bedroom by a half-divider. There’s a nook of a kitchen tucked into the southeastern corner, and an automated fireplace in the middle. It’s clean and nicely furnished, inviting while still managing to stay practical.

Mahiru turns the corner into the bedroom. She stops short. “... Oh.”

He understands when he gets there. There’s only a single bed, made up in plush pillows and fluffy blankets. The bathroom hangs off the northern wall, separated by wide panes of lightly frosted glass.

The implication isn’t exactly fucking subtle.

“... I guess it’s understandable,” she says. “I mean, we are meant to be in a relationship. It’s just a little...”

“For two weeks?” he says. “Fuck that.” He plucks the squat extra blanket off the end of the bed and steps back down into the main living area. “Take it. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Don’t you know any other words?” she complains. “If you talk like that all the time, people are going to assume you have a bad attitude.”

“Let people think whatever they want,” he answers. “I don’t give a shit.”

“So you do have a bad attitude, is what you’re saying.”

He turns on his heel. “What difference does it make to you? Do you want to share the bed?”

She flushes, and glares at her feet. “Of- Of course not! Not… Not right away, at least. I appreciate you being a gentleman about it, but you could try actually acting like a gentleman.”

“It’s only two weeks,” he tells her. He pulls out the back cushions of the couch and lines them up neatly behind it. “Don’t get so worked up over it.”

That shuts her up. She watches him make up the rest of it, her arms folded over her stomach. “You know,” she says, once he’s sat down, “you could try being a little more positive.”

“Whatever.” He kicks the decorative throw pillows off the end of the couch so that he can pull his legs up on it. Even for him, it’s a tight fit. “Let’s just go to sleep.”

*

Two weeks, it turns out, is a long, long fucking time.

*

They argue, constantly. She hassles him about his manners, his posture, the way he holds his fork. They never agree on what to do or where to go or when, and she absolutely refuses to give any ground, ever. She’s fucking insufferable.

“You’re not my goddamn mother!” he shouts across the kitchen. “I don’t need you riding my ass all the time!”

“Yeah, well, maybe if you actually pulled yourself together for once, I wouldn’t have to!” He slams the mini-fridge shut, and she tosses her hands in the air. “See? This is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re such a child, you know that?”

“Usami,” he barks at the counter.

The device lights up. “Yes, Fuyuhiko?”

“What are our options for ending a relationship?”

“Oh, that’s your solution?” Mahiru demands. “You want to run away instead of acknowledging that maybe, maybe you have some issues you should be working through?”

“The relationship will end when time is up!” the device responds, cheerful.

He ignores her, and focuses on it. “Yeah, I’m not an idiot, I know that. I mean before that.”

“All expiration dates are carefully calibrated in order to generate an accurate partner profile, which helps in selecting your Ultimate Match,” it answers. “Participants are not allowed to terminate a relationship before the expiration date has passed. Doing so would compromise the quality of the data provided to the system.”

He freezes. Across the room, so does Mahiru. “What?” she says.

“Ever?”

“That’s right!”

“We’re stuck here for another fucking week?”

“That’s right!”

It waits for more input. After it goes a few long, excruciatingly silent minutes without getting any, it dims into standby.

“Look,” Mahiru starts, and that’s how it always starts, her same bullshit speech about having an open mind and trusting the system and, if you really listen, letting her drive their whole fucking relationship. He can’t listen to it again.

“Don’t,” he snaps. He shoulders past her, and grabs his coat from the hook. “I need some goddamn air.”

*

Natsumi agrees to give him an out, on the condition that he brings her a smoothie and walks around the park with her. He does it, because if he spends one more second in that tiny-ass cottage, he’s going to lose his fucking mind, and no amount of Natsumi squeaking her straw in her plastic lid is going to measure up ever again.

Her advice is, “Have you had sex yet? You should have sex,” and he gulps down way, way too much of his coffee. He manages not to spit it all down his front, and it scalds the back of his throat instead.

“God— fucking dammit, Natsumi! Did you not listen to a word I said?”

“Yeah,” she drawls, “I listened to all of it. She tells you to pick up your shoes sometimes and you’re a little bitch about it, I get it. If it’s such a lost cause, you might as well get something out of it before time’s up.”

“I’m not gonna sleep with someone I hate!”

“Who cares about that? You said two weeks, right? I doubt the system was gunning for you guys to settle into gross domestic bliss anyway.” She slurps her smoothie. “Hatesex is a thing.”

“You’re fucking full of shit.”

“Be miserable, then! What else do you want me to say?”

He doesn’t have the chance to answer. There’s a shout behind them, and some girl skids past, nearly clipping Natsumi’s elbow. She fumbles her smoothie, and it sloshes purple all down her front.

“Hey!” she shrieks. “Watch where you’re going, bitch!”

“I’m sorry!” the girl shouts over her shoulder. She keeps running. “I’ve got a really important mission! No time to explain!”

He feels better after that.

*

“Yo, Usami,” he asks, when it’s just him in the cottage, two nights before the expiration. He sprawls out on the couch, and lets his head hang off the edge.

“Yes, Fuyuhiko?”

“What’s the fucking point of this?”

“The system evaluates your reactions to each of your relationships in order to build a complex—”

“No, I mean this. Me and her. Why put us together in the first place?”

“Everything happens for a reason.”

Could’ve seen that one coming.

She gets back not long after him. She walks right past him without looking at him, straight back into the kitchen. They’ve gone three days without saying a damn word to each other, and maybe that should feel like an improvement over the constant screaming, but it doesn’t.

It feels pointless.

He sits up on the couch. “Hey.” She barely even reacts, just tilts her head enough that he knows she heard him. “Can I kiss you?”

She looks then. She glares, right over the curve of her shoulder. “Excuse me?”

“For fuck’s sake, don’t make me say it again.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?” she snaps. “Are you seriously this petty?”

“No! That’s not it. Just—” He gestures at his device, and hopes that gets the message across. “I’m fucking trying here, okay?”

She turns her glare down at the device, and then back up at him. Her jaw works. “... Fine,” she says, and then holds up a finger before he can get a word in. “One time. Understand?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

She drops onto the couch beside him, except that she’s still too far away for him to do anything. He has to scoot to close the distance, and that makes her even more tense, shoulders drawn up and spine rigid. She stares back at him with that same, resolute glare she always wears, only now her face is a little pink, high on her cheekbones. It’d be cute, maybe, on literally anyone else.

They sit in silence. He tries to psyche himself up.

“... Well?” she demands. “How- How long are you just going to sit there? If you lost your nerve, just admit it so I can at least—”

He mutters, “Fuck, shut up,” and crushes his mouth over hers.

And yeah, he was right all along: Natsumi is full of shit.

It’s a bad kiss, and no weeks-old flare of physical attraction is enough to save it. Technically speaking, it’s fine, and contrary to what he expected Mahiru doesn’t just sit there like a dead fish; she tries maybe more than him, cupping his face in her hands and tilting him into a more comfortable angle. There’s just nothing there. It’s a wet, uncomfortable mess of lips with someone he hates.

It only lasts a few seconds before she groans and pushes him off.

“That was terrible,” she says.

It’s the first and only time he’s ever agreed with her. She slides away from him, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yeah, well. Now we know, huh? This whole thing was a fucking waste of time.”

She wraps her arms around her middle. “Yeah,” she says. “I guess it was.”

She stands up from the couch and goes to bed.

*

Two of the automated carts are sent out to pick them up on the last day. When the timer breaks five minutes, they separate into their individual rides, and wait for it to run out.

END

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Speak my love for you

Ok so @whalechief, I’m your secret valentine. I did shklance for you, so I hope you enjoy. Oh quick thing, ‘hai dozo’, basically mean ‘here you go’ in Japanese. The italicized word in normal quotation marks are being spoken in Japanese but while I have studied it, I’m not really fluent in Japanese except for the basics. So again, happy Valentine’s Day and I hope you enjoy.

Lance blinked sleepily at the semi crowded room. He was tired, college classes were getting to him.

“You doing ok?” he looked over to where Hunk was cleaning the expresso machine.

Lance nodded, “I’m just tired from all the work I have to do. I still need to get my astronomy and Japanese class grades up.”

“Are you still eavesdropping on the really good looking couple?”

“The one with the both equally strong looking guys who look good enough to eat? The same ones I’m really hoping I heard were poly, yes Hunk, yes I am.” The couple on his mind were good looking and from the very interaction, quiet nice. They were going out, if the kiss the shorter one gave his boyfriend the first time they came into the shop was anything to go by, but when they sat together, they’d speak Japanese to each other. Lance, learning Japanese, would eavesdrop on their conversations just to test his listening skills. He had been sure they had been talking about another guy they had tried dating. Either that or his wishes were messing up with his hearing, which would be bad. But honestly, he really wanted a chance with them, if he could ever ask them out.

“They’re gonna catch you one day.” Hunk warned.

“I’ll deal with that then.” Lance let out a yawn behind his hand, rubbing his eyes. He was really tired, and his brain did feel kinda frazzled.

He didn’t notice that the two guys he had been hoping to see walk into the shop but he did notice the very angry customer stomp over, slamming his half-filled cup on the counter, making him jolt.

“You!”

“Um, yes?”

“I had asked for a soy decafe latte.”

“Um, ok?” Lance was pretty sure that’s what the guy had in front of him, not to mention that it was half drunk. “Uh, sir. This is a soy decafe and it’s half drunken.”

“Are you calling me a liar? I have superior taste buds and this is not what I ordered.”

Where the hell was Hunk? When did he disappear? And did the guy have to yell? Lance was sure that he had called out the correct order when the guy came to pick it up. He never corrected him. He couldn’t deal with this guy coming up and yelling at him with no support.

“Hey asshole! Instead of lying, why not just leave cause you’re causing an unnecessary scene.”

That when he noticed them, the two guys he had been crushing on. The smaller one had his long hair tied into a ponytail, his purple eyes glaring at rude man in front of him. His boyfriend looked just as annoyed, but not as angrily powerful. He was sure that was not an easy feet to achieve.

“Excuse me?”

“They tell you you’re drink when your name is called. That cup is half empty and there are stains on the cup from drinking. You can’t honestly think you can get a free drink out of this. That order is correct and now you’re bothering the workers for no reason. So get lost or I’ll be more than willing to do it for you.”

The man looked like he was ready to argue more but taller boyfriend stepped forward. The guy was tall and really muscular. Lance was sure that the scar on his nose made him seem more terrifying, though Lance just thought it added to his hotness. Sure enough, the man took his cup and stormed out. Lance finally felt like he could breathe.

“Hey, are you ok?” he looked up to see the taller man. His mind finally put a name to the face, Shiro. He had gotten his name from him whenever writing down names, he was surprised he forgot. Maybe his mind was a bit more frazzled than he thought.

“Uh, yeah. Um, thank you.”

“You looked overwhelmed. I’m glad we were able to help a bit.” Shiro said. His boyfriend, Keith –what was with his head supplying the names so late? – didn’t look as mad before, but still looked slightly annoyed.

“I really hate it when assholes think they can just get away with stuff like that.” Keith said.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shiro asked

Lance nodded, “I’m fine. Thanks.”

Hunk came out from the kitchen, “I heard yelling. What happened?”

“Just a rude customer. I got it, don’t worry.” Lance said, calming Hunk down before he turned back to the other two. “What can I get for you? On the house for helping me.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary.” Shiro said

“Please, it’s the least I can do. Plus I barely use the free employee discount I’m given anyway.”

“Are you sure?” at Lance nod, Shiro continued, “Ok, but I’m still getting my regular. Passion fruit frappe, for Shiro.”

“Peppermint latte for Keith.”

“Ok, passion fruit frappe for Shiro and peppermint latte for Keith. Alright, I’ll bring it over when it’s done.” The two went to their regular table, while Hunk pulled Lance away a bit.

“I was gone for two minutes to help Coran, what happened? Was it that weird guy with the shifty eyes?”

“Basically this customer was being really rude and yelling and my mind was already frazzled so I kinda almost broke down if they hadn’t come and saved me.” Lance explained

“And of course you offered free coffee. Please tell me you’ll try and ask them out. Trust me, normal people would jump for free stuff. They didn’t until you insisted.”

Lance looked over his shoulder to where the table was. He saw Keith glance at him before continuing to talk to Shiro. “We’ll see. Can you help me with the drinks?” the machinery was a bit closer to their table, so Lance was able to hear the tones of Japanese come to his ears. Lance knew it seemed rude after they helped but him, but he slipped back into the habit of eavesdropping.

“You can get really protective can’t you?”

“He looked like he was about to cry. I didn’t want to see that on him. He always has a smile. One that makes his eyes shine.”

Wait, where they talking about him?

“They do shine don’t they? It looks like the ocean. He’s pretty cute, which is why we should you know…”

Tell him he wasn’t hearing things? Were they talking about him? And saying he was cute?

“Hunk,” he whispered, “I think they’re talking about me. They mentioned Keith saving me and my ‘shiny blue eyes’. I think they called me cute.”

“Why do you look so surprised?” Hunk asked as he started pouring Shiro’s finished drink into the cup. “You always call yourself cute and so do I.”

“There’s a difference between the two hottest guys I’ve been crushing on since I met them and my best bro, who I love deeply.”

“Glad I feel special.” Hunk joked, spraying whip cream on.

“Are we going to ask him out?” Shiro asked

Keith let out a sigh and it took everything not to turn around to see his face. “I do, I really do, but I’d rather wait until before we’re about to leave in case he’s not into us.”

“I’m sure that our favourite barista is.”

“Ok. Now I’m pretty sure it’s me they’re talking about.” So they were interested in him. Lance couldn’t help the giddy smile on his face.

“Wait, really? You didn’t mix words up?”

“I really hope not. Actually, I have an idea. Are you done with Shiro’s?”

“Yeah. But what are you planning?” Hunk asked, handing the cup over.

“Trust me, if I tell you, I might talk myself out of it, or you’ll try and I might let you.” Lance carried the two drinks over to the table. The two stopped talking when Lance approached.

“Hai, dozo.” Lance said in Japanese, as he set the cups down. The two started responding in Japanese but stopped before looking right at him. “Just so you know, I’ve been studying Japanese for the past two years. I do feel bad for eavesdropping but I’m not upset about what I heard.”

The two stared at him before Keith hid his face in his hands, “of course you understood us. Why not add to my embarrassment?”

“If it makes you feel better, I had my fingers crossed that you were actually talking about me or this conversation would be really weird. But just so you don’t have to wait, I am interest in going out with you two. If that’s what you were getting at?”

“Yes, actually. We’ve wanted to ask you for a while, but we’ve actually gotten a bit shy. After seeing you today, we decided we were going to ask today, but it seems that you beat us to it.” Shiro explained, his face actually looking a bit red. Keith was still hiding his face. The guy might be willing to yell at strangers, but it was cute to see him so flustered. “So, where did you learn, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Oh, I’m minoring in Japanese at Voltron University.”

“Wait, you go to Voltron? How come we’ve never seen you?” Keith asked, immerging from his palms.

“Well I major in childhood education, so that might be why.”

“Let’s not forget we live off campus Keith. You barely want to be on campus as much as it is. In fact, did you want to come to our house for dinner of Friday? I think it’ll be a good excuse to avoid everyone and still be together, since it’s Valentine’s Day. I’m even willing to pull out Japanese recipes.”

“You can cook whatever you want. I’ll just bring a ton of chocolate.”

Keith swiped the sharpie attached to Lance apron and wrote a number down on a napkin before handing both items to Lance. “That’s my number. Text tonight so we can fill out the details?”

The same giddy smile made it back to Lance’s face as he took the items from Keith. “Sure. I’ll leave you to it.” He gave them both a smile before heading back behind the counter. Hunk was giving him a knowing look.

“Well that went really well.”

“I did not want to embarrass myself like that.” He heard Keith moan.

“He said yes, so let’s be thankful for that.”

Lance looked back at Hunk, “really well. Hey, do you think you can help me make a shit ton of chocolate before Valentine’s? I’ve got a lot of unhad dates to make up for.”

[scootsaboot]

AO3 refuses to load and let me post this there so I’m posting it here instead

Timothy Lawrence/Rhys 

Valentine’s Day fluff. Tim gets some help picking a gift for Rhys.

If Tim’s honest, the explosion of bright pinks and reds when he walks into the convenience store is a little overwhelming, if not intimidating. Valentine’s Day isn’t exactly his strong suit—that’ll happen when you’re single for over five years—and normally around this time of year he’d walk past the overcrowded and overpriced displays without a second glance.

But not today.

Today they’re exactly what he’s in the store for.

Balloons, he thinks are a bit much. He and Rhys have only been dating for six months (five months and twenty-three days, but who’s counting really), and while the ‘L-word’ has slipped out of his mouth on more than a handful of occasions, he doesn’t think Rhys would appreciate having a huge balloon declaring it to anyone who decided to visit.

Plus, balloons would eventually deflate and that is a relationship metaphor Tim really doesn’t need right now.

Chocolates, then.

Tim turns his attention to the shelves of Holiday-themed sweets. Some of them are cute, with little cartoon pictures decorating them, while others are more elegant, with dark ribbons wrapped around them and finished off with bows.

He reaches out for one of the more expensive looking boxes, only to pause when he realizes he has no idea what kind of chocolate Rhys likes. Milk chocolate is a classic, right? He hesitantly reaches toward a box of milk chocolates, only to pause again. Sure, it’s a classic, but that doesn’t mean Rhys likes it. Maybe dark chocolate? White? Did Rhys like caramel filling, or would he like cherries?

Tim lets his hand fall. How has this never come up before?

Okay, okay, no, it’s fine, he reassures himself. Chocolates are…too easy anyway. Cheap, even. The last thing Tim wants is for Rhys to think he just bought him something without putting any thought into it. Even at half a year, their relationship feels so…tentative, and Tim doesn’t want to do anything to put in jeopardy…like buying Rhys the shittiest Valentine’s Day gift imaginable.

He is definitely overthinking this—

“Excuse me, sir?”

Tim blinks, his thoughts clearing as he glances beside him. A young girl, maybe seventeen or eighteen is smiling at him. The nametag pinned to her shirt says ‘Gaige’.

“Do you need any help?” she asks, still smiling. “You look a little lost.” Her voice is high and cheery—very obviously her ‘retail voice’. Tim feels a pang of sympathy for her. He remembers those days well.

Tim smiles sheepishl. “That obvious, huh?”

“Well, you have been staring at those boxes for a good five minutes. Buying a gift for someone special?”

He nods, “My, uh, boyfriend. This is gonna sound bad but I don’t even know what he likes—“

“First V-day, huh?” she says knowingly. Gaige clicks her tongue and shrugs. “No biggie, we’ll figure something out. How long have you guys been dating?”

“Er—six months—“

“Is it like a serious six months,” she continues, her hands moving along with her speech. “Or is it like a I don’t think is going anywhere and I wanna get out soon six months? Cause we got breakup cards too, y’know. They’re further down the aisle.”

“No, no,” Tim says, a little more defensively than he means to. “Definitely will not be needing any of those, thank you. It’s serious. Very serious.” He winces a little once the words leave his mouth and tries very hard to ignore the amused smirk that appears on the girl’s face.  

“Alright big guy, I hear ya loud and clear,” Gaige holds her hand up in mock surrender. “Well I think we’ve got just the thing for your very serious relationship.”

Turns out, the thing they have is flowers.

There are dozens of bouquets in every color, though most prominently are the red roses wrapped in heart-patterned paper and ribbons. When they reach the counter, Gaige effortlessly slides over it and lands on the other side.

”Alright,” she slaps her hand down on the counter, and the sudden loudness makes Tim realize it’s a prosthetic, not unlike Rhys’. “You don’t want any of these pre-made ones,” Gaige says, waving her other hand flippantly. “Boring, right? You want something special. Something serious.”

Gaige slides a piece of red tissue paper onto the counter before turning and plucking flowers from the baskets behind her.

“Let’s see, obviously, we’ll throw in a couple of red roses. Those mean passionate love—pink roses for admiration.” She places the flowers on the counter. “Ooh, yellow tulips will be good...some larkspur aaaaaand a couple of pink days.”

Effortlessly, Gaige wraps the flowers together into a beautiful bouquet and ties a matching ribbon into a neat bow around them.

“Wow,” Tim blinks, gently taking the bouquet from her when she hands it out.

“Oh, here,” she grabs a little white card and scribbles something down on it. When she slides it over, Tim sees that she’s given the meanings for all the different flowers. “You can write a personal message on the other side.” Gaige grins. “So…is that gonna be card or cash?”

--

Tim leaves the store feeling vaguely like he’d just been swindled, but the gorgeous bouquet in his hand helps lessen the blow. The gift is thoughtful, simple but not lazy, and…he really really hopes Rhys will like it.

They have dinner plans for later tonight—nothing too fancy, just a quiet homemade meal at Tim’s place. Tim wasn’t too keen on going out to an overcrowded restaurant, and Rhys’ face had lit up a little when Tim mentioned he could just cook for them. He’d have to thank Jack for teaching him the recipe if it all went well.

Dinner was still a good five hours away though, and Tim realizes he doesn’t know how long it’ll take these flowers to wilt without some water. He doesn’t want to take the bouquet apart to put them in a vase either—the girl at the store had done such a nice job with it.

He looks down at his watch again.

Maybe he can just swing by Rhys’ work and surprise him. The flowers would no doubt brighten up his office a little. He’s only…a fifteen-minute drive from Rhys’ work, and okay, yeah he’s already settled on the idea. He’s already grinning at the thought of seeing Rhys right now.

God, he has it bad.

Tim shakes the smile off his face, glad that Jack and Nisha aren’t around to make fun of him for it.

--

He’s never actually been up to Rhys’ office before, so he has to ask the secretary on the first floor where the marketing department is. After a short trip up the elevator and wandering around on the 6th floor, Tim spots Rhys through the glass windows of his office.

Rhys looks ready to fall asleep at his desk, his chin resting in his palm as he stares at his computer.

Tim hides the bouquet behind his back and gently knocks against the open door. Rhys jerks in his seat, eyes going comically wide as he sits up.

“Tim! What’s—what are you doing here?” he gets to his feet, one hand wiping at his chin while he rounds his desk.

“Hey,” Tim grins, stepping into the office. “Thought I’d stop by—sorry, you’re not too busy, are you?”

“Nope,” Rhys returns the grin with a lopsided one of his own. He steps in close and kisses Tim, who happily responds to it.

“Uh—happy Valentine’s Day,” Tim says when they part. Rhys laughs, his eyes crinkling with it, and Tim feels his heart flutter at the sight. “I—here,” he pulls the flowers from behind his back and offers them out to Rhys. “I got these for you.”

Rhys blinks. “Roses?”

“Oh, uh, yeah there’s a few roses in there,” Tim says quickly, hoping the look on Rhys’ face is just surprise and not disappointment. “But there’s a few others too. Tulips, and, uh—“ he fumbles for the little card Gaige had given him.

“Tim, I—“

“The red roses are for, um, well love, obviously,” Tim starts, keeping his eyes on the card as he feels heat start to creep up his neck. “And the pink ones are for admiration. Here.” He hands the card over to Rhys, so he can read the meanings for himself.

“I know, it’s so cheesy,” Tim keeps talking. “The girl at the store helped me put it together, I didn’t really know what I was doing—“

“Tim,” Rhys says, curling his left hand around Tim’s. It’s soft and warm and the rest of Tim’s awkward excuses dry up in his mouth as he looks up into Rhys’ mismatched eyes. “Thank you,” Rhys smiles. “I love them.”

“You do?”

Rhys rolls his eyes and takes the bouquet from Tim’s slack hands. He brings it close and inhales, his eyes briefly closing as he smells the flowers.

“Ah shit,” he says a moment later. “I don’t have your gift with me. It’s at home.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay.” Tim holds up his hands, “I totally dropped by unexpectedly, and—you really didn’t have to get me anything—“

“And you didn’t have to get me anything, but here we are.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

Rhys sniffs and rubs at his nose. “Ughh, god, okay. I have to get to a meeting. See you tonight?” He smiles. Tim nods and fondly smooths out a crinkle in Rhys’ collar before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“See you tonight.”

--

An hour before dinner, Rhys calls him.

“I am so so so sorry,” is the first thing he says when Tim answers the phone. “My boss just dumped a huge project on me—I don’t think I can get out of here any time soon. I’m so sorry.”

“I—oh, so, dinner…?” Tim looks out at the table he’d started to clear, and tries not to let the disappointment sink into his voice.

“We’re gonna have to reschedule,” Rhys says. “Maybe tomorrow? I’m really sorry, Tim.”

“It’s okay, Rhys, it’s fine, really. Are you…I mean, maybe I could just bring you some dinner, if you’re gonna be stuck there—“

“No!” There’s a quiet shuffle and a cough on the other end. “No, it’s fine. I think my boss would be…um, well, not happy if I have a visitor.”

“Oh.”

“Tomorrow night? Please? I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Tim runs a hand through his hair. It’s a good thing he hadn’t started cooking yet.

“Okay. Okay, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you!”

“Ah—I love you too. Bye.”

Tim sighs as the line goes dead. He flops down on the couch and tries not to feel too bummed out. At least there won’t be a shortage of movie marathons on tonight.

--

Sometime around lunch the next day, Tim’s phone buzzes.

< please don’t hate me

It’s a text from Rhys.

< I came down with something gross. Im gonna have to cancel again

There’s a little crying emoji following the sentence, and Tim can’t help the stab of disappointment he feels. Cancelled on twice now—but it’s not Rhys’ fault, he knows. Sometimes shit happens.

> Are you okay?

> should I bring some medicine?

The ellipses blink on the screen as Rhys types out a response.

< No, its ok

< I wish I could give you ur present tho :<

> It’s okay. Feel better. Maybe we’ll try for this weekend instead?

< that would be great!! Im sry tim <3

> no worries, get some rest <3

Tim sets his phone aside. Rhys said no to medicine but…Tim could still check in on him, right? Bring him soup or something? Would that be too overbearing?

He pictures Rhys, lying in bed with a head cold, miserable and alone.

He’s in the car ten minutes later with a bag of fresh ingredients and box of tea.

“Rhys?” Tim calls through the closed apartment door, gently rapping his knuckles against the wood. Silence greets him from the other side and he wonders if Rhys had managed to fall asleep in the time it took him to drive over here. He knocks again, a little louder.

He hears muffled shouting from behind the door this time, and then the lock clicks and it swings open. Rhys is in a tank top and a pair of sweats that looks suspiciously familiar, but that’s not what makes Tim stare.

“Tim?!” Rhys looks like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and bloodshot. All along his face are red, irritated-looking splotches, like he’d been scratching at his skin for too long.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Tim blurts out.

Rhys quickly buries his face in his hands and turns his back on Tim. “Oh my god,” he says, voice muffled. “Don’t look at me! I—ahh—“ he sneezes.

“Rhys, wha—“ Tim reaches out for Rhys’ shoulder. “That didn’t look good. Wait, let me see—“ Tim tries to get him to turn but Rhys refuses to budge, keeping his face buried firmly into his hands.

“No! You weren’t supposed to come over here.” He sniffs. “I look like a creature from the black lagoon.”

“No, you don’t,” Tim sighs. He steps into the apartment and shuts the door behind him. “Rhys, come on.” Tim sets his bag on the counter. He notices happily that the flowers he’d gotten for Rhys were sitting there as well, now in a clear vase of water.

Tim turns and gently wraps his hands around Rhys’ wrists, tries to pry his hands away from his face. “Do I need to take you to the doctor? Seriously, cause that is uh…not normal for colds, I’m pretty sure.”

“Don’t have a cold,” Rhys says miserably into his hands. “…m’llergic.”

“Allergic? Allergic to wh—…oh.”

Rhys sniffles, and peers between his fingers.

“You’re allergic to flowers,” Tim says, feeling like an idiot.

“Roses, specifically,” Rhys sighs, and a moment later he slowly pulls his hands away from his face.

“Rhys…why didn’t you just say so?” Tim glances at the bouquet on the counter. “And why do you still have them?”

“Because you put so much thought into it!” Rhys whines. “It was so sweet and nice and all I got you was a stupid wildlife adoption thing—“ he presses his nose into his elbow and sneezes.

“Rhys…” Tim grabs a tissue from the box on the counter and hands it to Rhys, who mumbles a thanks and wipes at his red nose. “…That is so, incredibly stupid.”

“Hey.”

“I’m serious. I’d rather you tell me you’re allergic than be dead.”

“I’m not that allergic,” Rhys huffs.

“You look that allergic.” Tim leans in and kisses the pout on Rhys’ lips.

“Augh, no! No kisses, I’m so gross.” Rhys scrunches his face up and tries to push Tim away, who just laughs and pulls away.

“I’m gonna throw those flowers away,” Tim says, continuing over Rhys’ protests. “And then I’m gonna cook us some nice soup. Not exactly the romantic evening we had planned, but better than nothing, right?”

The pout is already back.  Tim pats Rhys on the shoulder and takes the flowers to the dumpster outside.

When he returns, Rhys is cleaning up the kitchen, his face pink from what Tim expects is embarrassment and not allergies.

Later, when they’re pressed up against each other on the couch, and their bowls are empty, Rhys hands Tim a gift bag.

He pulls out the pink and yellow tissue paper to uncover a cute grizzly bear plush, a picture of a real grizzly bear, and an adoption certificate. The certificate had his name and the bear he’d adopted (Sebastian) written neatly, with an official seal at the bottom.

“Rhys, this is so nice,” Tim grins, running his hand over the soft fur of the bear plush. “Thank you.” He wraps his free arm around Rhys’ shoulder, pulling him in close to press a kiss to his temple.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rhys mumbles, leaning into Tim. “…You better not tell anyone about the flower thing.”

Tim laughs. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”