#anyways uhhh happy valentine day week

[disgracedghostprincess]

Does the sonadow nation accept thy offering?? 🤲

(The jacket I drew them with)

[philosians]

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a three week paid-vacation provided by your captain gave rise to the opportunity to finally show you the gift sylus had gotten you. and no, it isn’t the yacht you’re on—but he wouldn’t be opposed to giving you that either.

[ !! ] — mdni | established relationship, smut, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, fingering, oral (female receiving), praise kink, mating press, unprotected sex, sylus is soft in the bedroom okay now hush ;; alcohol mention (sylus drinks whiskey), fluff. oh did I mention soft! sylus?? uhhh maybe more tags than this idk there’s a lot going on lmao. unedited af I know that’s a warning. if y’all see cut sentences just know it’s a brain glitch >.< lol

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day! phew i got this out before it ended hehe just in the nick of time. I do wanna forewarn everyone I don’t actively write smut so I deeply apologize for any sort of repetitiveness or just it being inaccurate and rushed overall, my apologies. but please enjoy reading! bc i wanna curl up and die and delete this after writing it actually lmao I’ll probably never write anything like this again haha

word count: roughly 4.8k

The starry expanse of sky moves quickly outside of the window of the car, nothing but a blur of cosmic colors. Where you’re going you’re not quite sure, with all the secrecy from Sylus and the twins. It’s something Sylus has clearly planned for awhile, from the way he wanted you to dress tonight, but you’re still unable to put your finger on it.

At the very least, you’re glad that Kieran is the one that’s driving instead of Luke.

“Are you two going to tell me where we’re going yet?”

“Afraid not, Miss,” Kieran replies. “That’d be against orders from Boss.”

“Are we at least almost there yet?” you ask.

“We have about ten more minutes,” Luke chirps. “Then you’ll finally get to see Boss, don’t worry.”

You’re stunned into a mild fluster and look at your hands in your lap. You heard the twins snicker and you can’t help but shake your head incredulously. Oh well. You’re almost to your destination anyway.

After the last two months of an increase in Wanderer appearances, you could most certainly use a break. It’s been nothing short of hectic, battles here and evacuations there and the occasional dumbass that doesn’t want to listen to the warnings given out that an area is too dangerous to go into.

You softly sigh. You really shouldn’t be thinking about work.

You tug the large coat on your shoulders over you further, closing your eyes and sinking into the warmth and the smell of the man it belonged to.

Whatever in the world Sylus had planned must be big, even so that he couldn’t be bothered to tell even the twins exactly what he had in store. All the three of you knew was that he had a surprise, and the two brothers were more than happy to have the opportunity to have the base to themselves.

You just wish you knew where you were going.

“Is this it?”

“I think so. Ah, there’s Boss.”

Oh, already?

True to word, you open your eyes and see a familiar patch of silver against the darkness of the world. And you also happen to see a very, very large yacht not far from him.

A marina? You blink incredulously. A private fucking marina. Good lord, how much money does this man really have?

Upon stopping, you watch as Sylus turns his head slightly to the car. Luke quickly jumps from the passenger side and opens the door for you, ushering his hand outward dramatically and says, “After you, Miss.”

The heel of your shoe clicks against pavement as you step out, holding Luke’s hand for stability until you find your balance.

“Thanks, Luke.”

“Not a problem! Enjoy the honey— Uh, vacation!”

Luke jumps back into the car, more than likely to save himself from your questioning eyes. You can’t help but shake your head and make your way toward Sylus and the man in uniform, more than likely the captain of the yacht.

“Ah, Mrs. Sylus,” greets the captain with a tilt of his hat. His eyes blink as he does a once-over on you and then laughs. “I was wondering what kind of woman would tie such a man down, and now I understand. Please, come aboard.”

Your brows raise at Sylus as the captain pivots and boards the yacht. “Care to explain that?”

Sylus, in all his audacity, simply shrugs and smiles. “Nothing to explain, sweetie. He came up with that himself after I told him my lady would be joining me.”

You scoff in disbelief, but can’t help the small smile that falls to your lips. You take Sylus’s arm, wrapped your hand in the crook of his elbow as he leads you onto the ship.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur, gazing around as he takes you to the deck. And you could only imagine what it would be like when you went out to sea.

“I figured you would like it,” he murmurs. “Glad to see my instincts weren’t wrong.”

You don’t miss the way his red eyes look to you, knowing he’s waiting for your words of affirmation. You laugh behind your hand, because yeah, he’s right.

You hum, taking his hand in your own. “Thank you for considering me.”

You also don’t miss the way his large fingers eagerly twine with your own, nor the way his eyes soften and blend with devotion and affection.

“Always.”

Thirty minutes pass before the ship takes off into the open sea. You barely feel it until Sylus has you stand to take you back outside from the dining area.

“So, where are we going?” you ask, gazing up at him.

Sylus’s mouth twitches into a smirk. “It’s a surprise.”

You grumble, humoring the man. “Of course it is.”

Sylus’s coat never leaves your shoulders the couple hours you’re both out on the deck. He seems to enjoy that, too; you wearing his clothes sparks something behind his eyes that you’re all too familiar with. The thought itself has your cheeks warming and thighs pressing together.

He flicks his wrist to check his watch when a timer beeps twice. You can’t help it when your eyes linger on his hand. You’ve always had a fixation on his them—on how big and warm they are in comparison to yours, on how his long fingers stretch across your body, and how they gently wrap around you and pull you close like he’d die without touching you. Those hands that had once forced you to attempt to resonate with him for three days had become soft, remorseful and loving. And he’d more than earned your forgiveness.

“Dinner should be ready.”

You grin. “You brought your chef?”

“Just for this trip,” he retorts, standing to full height. “Come.” His hand outstretches to you and you take it without hesitation.

You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly light up at the way your fingers immediately interlace with his. It’s a small joy to you, but to him it means everything—a testament to how far the two of you have come.

Dinner, as always, is perfect. Dessert even more so. You’re not too full, but more than satisfied. You give your compliments to the chef, who in turn happily skips back to the kitchen like he’s on cloud nine. And you can’t help but look at Sylus and smile as he downs his whiskey like it’s water.

“You don’t compliment your chef enough,” you comment. “One sentence from me and he acts like he’s never heard praise.”

Sylus hums as his brows raise, humored. He chuckles with the whiskey in his mouth before swallowing it to retort, “He knows his cooking is excellent. I suppose I just have a limit to how many compliments I can give out in a day.”

You place your chin in your hand. “Oh, really? Then how many do I get to have in a day?”

Adoration fills his ruby orbs. “As many as you want, my beloved.”

His hand reaches for your left over the table. Sylus’s thumb rubs over your fingers, resting atop your ring finger.

“Have I told you that you look exquisite tonight?” he whispers.

“You haven’t,” you reply cheekily. “I think you owe me a few more, don’t you think?”

The soft music in the background dies as you begin to hear your heart thunder in your ears. You do hope that Sylus can’t hear it pounding away like you can.

“Seems like I do,” he says in an exhale, leaning back in his seat but not letting go of your hand. His eyes have changed—once filled with adoration, now filled with a fire that makes heat rise to your cheeks and desire burn between your legs. “I don’t think I’ve shown you the bedroom yet, have I?”

You grin. “You haven’t. I’d like to see it.”

But what you don’t anticipate is your man standing and abruptly lifting you into a one arm carry. Your sharply inhale in surprise, arms immediately weave around his neck for support, but you know he’d never drop you anyway.

You trail your nose under his jaw, pressing a long kiss to his skin by his ear. Your fingers dig into his shoulder, the subtle presser making him hasten his long strides.

“Sweetheart—” Sylus gulps as you press two fingers to his mouth to silence him.

You pepper slow kisses down his neck, nipping at the skin every other kiss. It’s when you reach his collarbone you hear the click of a door. And seconds later you find the plush fabric of blankets underneath you and Sylus’s firm hand cradling the back of your head as he tilts your head back to capture your lips with his.

Between each heated kiss you attempt to catch your breath, only for your lover to devour your mouth with his own again and again.

“Mmmh— Sylus, let me—” another kiss “—catch my breath.”

He has a hard time pulling away. Sylus rests on one knee at the edge of the bed, hands grasping at the back of your bare calves as he catches his own breath and tries to pull himself back to his senses before he finishes himself off early.

While you toss your head back and close your eyes, trying to let oxygen catch up to your brain, Sylus lifts his head to look at you. He drinks in your appearance—the starry night sky sewn into the strapless obsidian dress (one that he had specially made for you) accentuated your body exactly the way he envisioned.

As he watches your breasts rise and fall with every breath, he feels his pants tighten even more. He’s so painfully hard just from simply kissing you—a testament to what you do to him, how deeply you affect him.

He rests his head against the plush of your thigh. As he trails his hand down your leg, he realizes you still have your heels on.

Your head snaps up at the feeling of one heel coming off, then the other.

“Sylus, what— Oh, shit.”

The momentum of him lifting your body further up the bed and hiking your dress up catches you off guard. His mouth latches to your thighs, kissing and biting all the way up until he reaches the fabric of your panties—the only thing between him and what he wants.

“Such a dark red, darling,” he hums. “Was this for me?”

“It might’ve been,” you tease.

As his finger loops around the red fabric covering you, Evol ready to help rip it off, your hand makes its way into his hair and tugs, forcing his eyes to attention.

“Rip these, I’m okay with that. Rip the dress, and I’ll kill you,” you say, half-joking. But damn did you really like this dress.

He chuckles, eyes glazed with lust. “Understood.”

As soon as he tears them away and hikes your dress even further around your hips, Sylus’s mouth does nothing short of devour your pussy. You let out the loudest, wanton moan you’ve ever heard from yourself as his tongue buries itself in and against your folds. Your head falls back against the pillows, hands moving to grip the sheets beneath you to maintain some semblance of being grounded as Sylus eats you out like a starved man. Your legs are over his shoulders, allowing him the best access to your womanhood.

“Oh— Fuuuck, Sylus. Ohmygod, please don’t stop,” you beg, threading one hand through his hair again, grip tighter than earlier.

His reply comes in the form of him pushing his thick middle finger inside of you and mouth sucking on your clit. You wail, bucking your hips into his mouth. His ring finger promptly follows, stretching your cunt and sinking deep inside of your walls. Tears of overstimulation line your eyes as you grasp at then pillow behind your head.

Both hands twine into his silver locks of hair, pressing him deeper into you. What you miss amidst your own haze of ecstasy is Sylus grinding himself against the mattress to find some sense of relief. His mind is at war, wanting nothing more than to cum right then and there versus wanting to watch his seed spill from your hole. It takes every ounce of self-control of his own body to not climax while he simultaneously loses his mind while his mouth is attached to your cunt.

“Don’t— Please— Sylus! Sylus, I’m gonna—”

Your back arches off of the bed, and you can’t help but press him further into you and grind against his face. Sylus’s arms wrap around your thighs, holding you steady. The deep groan of his satisfaction that leaves him only spurs you on further and further and further until your thighs clench around his head and you cum. Hard.

And Sylus more than enjoys sucking and licking away at your release as you climax, prolonging it as much as he can. He lifts your lower body into the air as he continues his onslaught of your pussy with his mouth and tongue, the pressure of your thighs on either side of his head making him dizzy. Your essence coats his chin and nose, your scent driving all his senses wild and pulls the remainder of his blood down to his cock.

He gains a free hand as you tighten your legs around his shoulders. He unbuckles his belt and slips it off with practiced ease before moving to unzip and unbutton his pants, tugging away at them.

When your hips stop shaking is when Sylus grabs your thighs with both hands and sets your body back down on the mattress. He hovers over you once again, taking in your disheveled appearance and partially-lidded eyes. His long fingers brush your skin and cradle your jaw.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he asks.

You pant and gaze up at him. “Barely.” You swallow. “That tongue of yours is brutal.”

Sylus laughs. It’s almost enough to make him forget about the painful fact that his cock is straining against his pants. Until your knee brushes against it when you lift yourself from the bed and he groans.

You giggle as his head presses against your shoulder.

“You really shouldn’t neglect yourself like that,” you hum, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

Sylus’s lips meet your neck opposite of your arm wrapped around him and presses a long kiss to your sweaty skin, murmuring hotly into your ear, “There’s no one to blame but you, beloved. And I highly suggest you take responsibility.”

You moan and arch into him as his hands work on your dress, unzipping the back entirely and lowering it just below your breasts. You arch your back so he can undo the bra, and as soon as it’s on the floor, his mouth is on your chest. Sylus sucks and bites at your nipples, worshipping them and your breasts as he grinds his clothed erection into your bare pussy, soaking his dress pants in your juices.

You begin unbutton his shirt through the haze of your desire… before you slip your hands through the remaining buttons and fully rip his dress shirt apart, exposing his thick torso. You both chuckle at the sound of the buttons hitting the floor.

“Impatient?”

“Like you aren’t,” you remark.

Sylus shrugs off his shirt in a fluid motion and tosses it to the side from one arm. You manage to slide off your dress within a few moments, just as Sylus manages to get off his pants and briefs and… Oh…

You’d almost forgotten how big he is. Sure, the two of you have spent a couple more… sensual evenings together since you had him use your place as a safe house (and then him bringing you to his), but it always makes you shudder when your eyes land between the apex of his muscular thighs.

His tip weeps with precum, heavy cock red and flushed and—

Sylus’s breath is hot against your ear as he asks, “Like what you see, darling?”

—goddamn it you need it inside of you.

Your nails dig into his bicep, your other hand wrapping around his neck to pull him into a heated kiss, and Sylus is more than happy to oblige. His kiss is deep and reverent. A small moan escapes him as you two briefly pull apart for air before diving back into one another.

Everything is hot; your cheeks are flushed with the heat of desire and your pussy aches to have Sylus buried inside of you.

You pull him down on top of you with the arm around his neck, your other hand grasping his cock and positioning it at your entrance. Sylus hisses, hips bucking slightly as his fingers clench at his attempts at restraint.

“Fuck,” he pants. His red eyes clear for a moment, turning into a gentleness reserved for you as he asks, “You think you can take it?”

“I think you ate me out enough earlier I’ll manage,” you joke. Then your nails dig into the meat of his back, the sensation making him softly hiss again. “But if you don’t I’ll be doing it for you then.”

Sylus chuckles, nose dipping to your collarbone.

“My beloved is always so greedy, isn’t she?”

There is no retort from you—only a loud moan as Sylus’s tip enters you fills the room. He stops after that though, and as you look up to him to ask him why he stopped, you’re stunned at the sight before you.

Sylus is flushed red, panting and sweating as his muscles flex.

“Sylus?”

“Don’t,” he warns, shaking his head. “Give me… a moment. You feel… too good.”

The implication is clear. Sylus’s head falls as he inches himself a little further, delighting in hearing you gasp as he sinks more and more inches of himself inside of you. It takes all he has not to just cum at the feel of you; every ounce of self-control he has is being tested. He’s never been harder in his life, and being inside of the woman he loves—who feels like heaven wrapped around his cock—only proceeds to spiral him into a deeper pit of pleasure.

“Sylus… Sylus, more, please,” you hears you beg.

He’s halfway in, trying to take his time and let the romance of the evening last. But at that, and the sensation of your nails digging into his back, he finds himself a goner and lets his hips fall into yours, sinking the remainder of his fat cock into the depths of your wet pussy. A deep shudder passes through him, bliss running through his body.

“Fuck. Fuck, you feel divine,” Sylus says in a deep exhale.

“You’re so big,” you gasp, eyes clouded with the haze of lust. “Oh, Sy, you feel so good.”

The praise goes to his head immediately. He drags his cock back out slowly and a whine escapes you, hating the emptiness. But when Sylus places your legs over his shoulders and leans over you, it’s over for you both.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Sylus rolls his hips, sliding his full length back into the warm expanse of your pussy. His head falls back, and the pace he sets proceeds to bury you both alive underneath overwhelming ecstasy.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he pants, clenching his fist into the sheet. “How I feel every time I look at you? Utter perfection is all I see. Do you feel what you do to me, darling?”

All you can feel is Sylus’s weight on top of you and the feel of his heavy cock inside of you as he stretches you open on him, carving your pussy into the shape of his cock. His pelvis rubs against your clit deliciously, spurring you on further. As much as you want to drive your hips up to meet his thrusts, Sylus has you pinned down into a mating press and all you can do is take what he’s giving you.

The papping noises of your bodies meeting filled the room, sending your thoughts into an even dirtier place. He feels so good reaching so deep inside of you, tip rubbing against that special spot perfectly, like you’re made to be perfect for each other. You clench around Sylus at another thought and he inhales sharply.

“What’re you thinking about?” he questions.

You shake your head. “N-Nothing.”

His long fingers grab your jaw gently. “Tell me.”

And then he slows his pace. “No, Sylus—”

“Then tell me what my beloved is thinking in that pretty head of hers,” he murmurs into your ear. “Or else.”

“I was thinking… about… Uhm…” Sylus rolls his hips back into you, his heavy balls pressing against your ass as he awaits your answer.

“Well?”

“I, uh— A baby.”

At the word, you shy away into your arm. But Sylus doesn’t say anything, which makes you confused. After a couple seconds, you gaze back up at him. His eyes show how stunned he is, pupils blown as no doubt the word also revolves around his own mind.

“Sylus, I— Oh, fuucckk.”

His body weight presses your body into the mattress further, leaving you at his mercy as Sylus’s pace becomes brutal, like he’s let his base instincts take over. His big hand finds yours and twines your fingers together as he drives his cock into your pussy over and over and over again, the squelching noises only growing louder and louder in your ears.

“My kitten… wants a baby then?” He hums into your ear. “She wants me to cum inside of her and carry my baby, is that right?”

“It was… just a thought.”

He laughs as your pussy clenches around him more at his words.

“Seems like it’s more than just a thought.”

Sylus’s mouth meets yours in another kiss, powered by something more than just lust. Your brain turns fuzzy and hot, reality beginning to finally blur as another climax ascends from the depths of your core.

Your eyes shut as his mouth finds the sweet spot on your neck. He sucks and nips at the skin with his teeth and you’ve no doubt that there’ll be plenty of love bites scattered across your skin for days after tonight.

When he nips at your ear, you squeak and clench around him again. Sylus groans into your ear, “Do that again.”

You oblige, clenching down on him and making him piston himself in and out of you faster. Every thrust turns into one that pushes the air from your lungs. All you can see, all you can feel is Sylus—feel his body heat as he presses your body down with his; feel the thickness of his cock stretch you open and the weight of his balls as they slap against your ass.

And it feels so good. The shlick and pap noises are getting to you. The coil that’s been winding up all night finally feels like it’s about to burst. Your back arches off the bed, breasts pressing into Sylus’s firm chest.

“Ohmygod, Sy, gonna cum, gonna cum fuckfuckfuuucckkk!”

He nips at your earlobe, biting down on it gently before whispering into your ear, “Indulge, my love. Indulge and I’ll fulfill every single one of your desires tonight.”

At long last, the coil snaps. Euphoria pilots itself to your brain and all across your body. You shake from the intensity, having to wrap your arms around Sylus to ground yourself as you reach your high.

Your orgasm sends him over the edge. He thrusts a few more times before he finds himself pressing himself as deep as he can possibly go and releasing his seed inside of your pussy. It’s almost too much, even for him. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum harder than tonight.

Your bodies rock together as you both fall from the heights of cloud nine. Sylus peppers your sweaty skin with kisses, across the bruised love bites he’d left earlier.

It’s only when he feels himself soft enough to slip out of you does he ask, “A family?”

Sylus’s voice is soft. So soft in fact that you barely hear him. You take a moment to reply, only to find yourself being easily lifted from the bed and onto Sylus’s chest.

“It’s… Something that’s crossed my mind a few times,” you admit bashfully.

Silence fills the air for a moment before he asks again, in the same, quiet tone he’d just used.

“With me?”

Your smile stretches across your face instantly. Your lips meet his chest, right over his heart. Your eyes meet his—uncertainty meeting unconditional love.

“And no one else.”

The next three days after are filled with you and Sylus partaking in all the activities that his yacht has to offer (plus more intimate times across the boat and it’s other rooms). He’d told you at one point that he would’ve just used the one he sails on regularly. But due to him wanting to spend more time with you than anything, and for you to have fun during the trip, he’d bought another and hired the captain to ensure safe passage.

Tonight however, was the night that you both were supposed to be arriving at your destination. You tried to help the anxiety and giddiness inside of you, trying to flatten it under a cool demeanor but Sylus just saw right through you.

Of course he would.

“There’s no reason to be nervous. It’s not like I’m taking you into enemy territory,” he jokes, gaze flicking to you from the stars in the open sky.

“I know that. I just can’t help it,” you mutter.

You shiver from the cold breeze, and Sylus shrugs off his leather jacket and places it over your shoulders. He leans down and zips it partway, resting his chin atop your head.

“Those hunter instincts of yours need to settle down,” he hums.

“I wish they would— Sylus!”

A hearty chuckle leaves him as you bounce away from his hold. Your eyes narrow at his treachery.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Don’t you try and tickle me,” you warn playfully. You slip your arms through the sleeves of his leather jacket, trying to pull the sleeves back from over your palms to point at him. “Or I’m gonna tickle you back.”

Sylus smirks and rubs his fingers together. “Is that a challenge?”

“Mr. Sylus, Mrs. Sylus,” greets a familiar voice.

Embarrassment makes you duck your head away from the captain for a brief moment before you look at him.

“Just thought I’d come and let you know we’ll be docking soon.” The captain takes his hat off and bows before you both. “Thank you for allowing me the chance to sail you both for the last three days.”

Sylus nods his head in acknowledgment. “Thank you for giving us safe passage, Arthur.”

Arthur nods, reapplies his cap and heads back to steer the ship into the upcoming port.

You don’t get to watch as he disappears since Sylus wraps his arms around you, pulling your chin to his chest. He presses a sweet kiss to your temple and murmurs, “I do believe we’re here.”

The distraction of the captain was long enough that the scenery before you had changed into the moonlit sea into a large landmass illuminated by the full moon above.

Your jaw drops open at the sight, eyes lighting up as you get closer and closer to the port where the ship would dock.

“Sylus, where are we?” you ask quietly.

“It’s an island,” he states. “One that I bought awhile back and was making… renovations for.”

“Renovations? For what?”

He laughs softly and looks at you like you’re a goddess. “For whom, you mean.”

Your eyes widen into saucers. Is he…? Could he seriously mean…?

“Sylus, you bought me an island?” you inquire, utterly flabbergasted.

“I can’t exactly un-buy it, so I do hope you’ll like it,” he replies. To your ears and yours alone you can hear his wavering tone, like he’s awaiting your disappointment. You can’t have that.

You cup his cheeks and force him to look at you again.

“Sylus, I love it; even if it’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever been gifted, I love it. It’s just going to take me time to get used to it,” you tell him. Then you step on your tippy-toes and give him an eskimo kiss. “Thank you. I love you.”

You kiss him there at the front of the ship, wrapped in his warm, protective embrace, momentarily oblivious to the world and your surroundings.

What you’re also oblivious to, and have been since the start of the trip, is the fat diamond ring that’s been tucked away, hidden in Sylus’s bottom drawer to his dresser. And also to the fact of his other reason of being nervous.

To him hoping that you’ll say “yes” when he gets down on one knee to ask you to marry him.

But he’ll save that for later. Right now he intends to indulge and savor your lips on his and you being tucked into him, safe from the world to be loved and worshipped by him.

And hopefully, for the rest of this lifetime.

[httpiastri]

snowy mountains & hot baths – op81

you, oscar, and an empty spa can only lead to one thing.

genre: very short smut 😶

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

warnings: uhhh public sex.... unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it yall!!

author's note: happy valentines day :) wish i had oscar here to celebrate with me... anyway. idk about this one guys 🫠🫠 started out alright but then i hated half of it so i deleted it and rewrote it but it just got worse. and i know that if i don't just post it rn, i will likely procrastinate and never end up posting it at all. yay. hope u enjoy anyway! i also have another oscar fic done that's at least a bit better than this lol.

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a low groan leaves oscar's lips when he dips his feet in the warm water. he instantly turns around, eyes finding you standing by the door you've just walked through to get to this outdoor area of the spa. he holds his hand out towards you, beckoning for you to step closer.

"it feels so good," he promises, gaze following your every move as you let your robe slide down your arms. his eyes widen when you reveal your newly bought bikini – papaya orange, of course – and a shudder passes through his body at the sight of the tiny material trying it's best to cover you up.

he thanks all the gods he can think of that there's no one else around.

goosebumps grow across your skin now that you're exposed to the sub-zero temperatures, toes curling in the short layer of snow on the deck. you stroll over to him, making sure to let your hips sway a little extra with every step because you know he's watching and you know what he's thinking. the sight of him gulping as his eyes wander up and down your body can only mean one thing.

taking his hand in yours, you let him pull you into the water with him, letting out a content sound when the water envelops your legs and brings the temperature of your body up again. oscar gives your hand a squeeze and leans back, his back hitting the water as he submerged into it. you dive in right after him, making a few strokes beneath the surface before coming up for air again. your hands come up to wipe away the water from your face, before brushing over your hair and tying it up in a messy bun on top of your head.

"this is just what i needed," your boyfriend says, drawing out an agreeing hum from you. it's been a long day – a long week, really – filled to the brim with skiing, hot chocolate drinking, skiing, cable car-rides, and then more skiing. oscar doesn't usually get a lot of time off work, and when he does, he wants to make the most of it. and as his partner, he thinks you should be doing the same, and that's why he's woken you up in the early hours every morning this last week, practically bouncing from how much he aches to go out in the swiss alps yet again.

the hot tub is big enough to swim around in, but oscar makes his way to the side and sits down on the built-in seat, arms stretching out and resting on the edge of the pool. you swim over to him, easily slipping onto his lap and letting your hands rest on his shoulders. oscar tenses up when you sit on him, and you're not surprised by the length already poking up at you – he's just a man, after all – but you decide not to do anything to acknowledge it just yet.

"it's really beautiful here, don't you think?" you ask, looking to your side. the sun has only just set, so the little village isn't completely dark yet. the moon above your heads casts a soft hue over the mountains you've spent all week conquering, stars twinkling among the tops.

"not as beautiful as you, though." there's barely any lightning out here other than the little candles scattered across the floor, but you see the fire in oscar's gaze clearly when you look back at him. he's staring at you like you're the most perfect work of art, the most beautiful thing to ever exist – and your expression matches his, because he truly is your favorite thing to look at in the world. your heart flutters at the contrast between how cute he looks with a few locks of his long fringe curling along his forehead, and how incredibly sexy his body looks with the little droplets of water decorating his muscular chest. he's just stunning.

"you really did a great job with planning and booking all of this, you know," you start. "i may have complained quite a bit when you dragged me out of bed at six am, but... it's all been perfect."

your hands find the space just below his jaw, and it takes all of your strength not to blatantly stare at his thick neck when you feel the muscles under your touch.

"well, perfect except for the fact that my legs are so sore right now."

oscar chuckles at this confession, hands leaving the edge of the pool and dipping into the water instead. "let me help you out with that, then..."

a jolt of electricity shoots down your spine when his palms meet your bare thighs, fingers pressing into the skin and stroking you softly. your eyes flutter closed, loving every second of his massage and growing hotter when his hands make their way further and further up. it doesn't take long before oscar can't hold back anymore, reaching up to press his lips against yours.

you sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself further towards him, your crotch brushing against his as a result. the moan he lets out is so hot that you instinctively begin grinding down against him, wanting to hear more.

oscar gets the hint, but finds himself reaching for your shoulders, holding you back as he leans out of the kiss. your lips chase after him, a frown taking over your face when he doesn't give in. you open your eyes to look at him.

"are you sure... that you want to..." oscar's voice is low but genuine; he knows you aren't a fan of exhibitionism, and that these situations usually only make you uncomfortable.

but the look in your eyes is impossible to misinterpret. "there's no one around..."

he looks around the area once more just to make sure. choosing to go to the spa at 8pm, the exact time when the restaurant at the hotel was the most crowded, was oscar's best idea yet.

he doesn't say anything else. he just grabs the back of your neck, pushing you down to his lips yet again. it's more rushed now, messy kisses pressed against your lips and his tongue swiping across your bottom lip hastily. his other hand caresses all the way down your back, gives your butt a quick squeeze, and then moves to your front instead. his fingers trace the edge of your bikini before dipping inside of it, finding your clit with ease.

your upper body is completely leaning onto him by now, little sounds slipping past your lips as he starts drawing circles onto your already sensitive bud. in no time, he's slipped past your clit, one finger sliding into your core and pumping you a couple of times before being joined by another finger. you can't help but clench around him, exhaling into the kiss.

"please, oscar..." you whine against his lips, and oscar nods, pulling out of you and breaking the kiss. he holds your hips away a little to make space for his hand undoing the knot that holds up his swim trunks, before pulling his dick out of them. he lifts you up, fingers pushing your bikini bottoms to the side but pausing when his tip meets your core. he waits for your nod of consent before finally entering you.

the water helps him glide into you, a throaty moan rumbling from his throat when he bottoms you out. he doesn't give you even a second to adjust, hands on your hips pulling you up before sinking you onto him again.

"fuck," he lets out, throwing his head back when you start to roll your hips against his. "you feel so good..."

you lean forward, forehead resting on the bend of his neck as you bounce up and down on him. your hands move to the back of his head, fingers getting lost in his locks, and it doesn't take long before your movements get sloppier. you gasp when oscar begins thrusting up into you, meeting your downward movements in a steady rhythm.

his grip on your hips grows firmer, rough fingers pressing into your skin and surely leaving marks for tomorrow. he's getting closer, too – you can tell by the string of moans he's letting out in between a bunch of swearwords – and you use your last bit of energy to pick up your pace and help him out. your walls contract around him when you come, and you feel him reach his own high not long after, twitching and shooting into you as you ride out your orgasms.

his hands are more gentle now, brushing up and down your back and following the bumps of your spine. when you finally gain the energy to speak, your words vibrate against his skin. "well, we're never coming back to this spa again." you lean back slightly, looking up at him for the first time in a while. "or the town, for that matter."

his blissed-out eyes meet yours, soft and glossy as he raises his eyebrows. "why's that?"

his flushed cheeks make him look so innocent, but his heaving chest tells another story. "did you not see the cameras?" you question.

"oh, you think we're the first ones to do this here?" you gasp at his wording, splashing some water his way. he laughs. "what, do you really? i reckon this happens here at least once every day. maybe even more."

"oscar!"

[stgosupremacy]

HI SO TODAY WE R GONNA ANALYSE EVERY OFFICIAL SATOGOU POSTER (ok i couldnt get my hands on them all but)🥰

heres the thing no one asked for

there's hearts. 💯❤

honestly pretty chill but THERES HEARTS-

ok so theres not much else going on here but this is rlly cute of a poster lmao of the boys all cosy and cute <33 and ash drinking this cool soda lol

pikachu looks so cute omggggg

(@skyecrystal pointed out this was released on valentines day hehe) 😏

MORE HEARTS MWAHAHAHHAHAHA ok but like all their pokemon are clearly routing for them (esp lucario look at him)

ALSO random but i love how it's gohs pokemon looking directy at the present in gohs hand lol like theyre just waiting for him to fess up....AND GOH DEFO GAVE THAT PRESENT TO ASH AFTER THE SHOOT 💖😊😊

ehhhhh 4 gays 1 picture, keep scrollinggg....

(theyre all literally like 2 inches apart bahhaa)

OK BUT IM SORRY HHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH WHY THE WEDDING SUITS LMFAOOOOOOOOOO 🤨

love how ash is just totally sweetly oblivious and just smiling...

...gary is just acting chill and cool as always...

and goh is....just blushing and is internally screaming we can tell ok

I LOVE THIS ONE SMM LOL LOOK AT MR MIME HE KNOWS BAHAHAHAHHA 😏😏

and goh l i t e r a l l y getting distracted by ash- look at him !! 💖🤨 so distracted in fact that the ICING IS COMING OUT THE PIPING BAGGGGGG UGHGHGHHGH

and then chloe just being adorable ofc awh lmao

ah then we have to appreciate sobble and pikachu looking down at their trainers like 'we know what you guys are' 🥰

iLOVEEEE this one but the ones to come knock it off the bar holy heck 😤-

they literally couldnt be any close in this BAHAHHAHA AWWHHH teyre so cute <33 and ash's arm around him 🥺 I love how are just squashed up together while iris has the spotlight but they happy ^^

wait but we have to appreciate iris tho- LOOK AT HERRRRRR 💜💜

so uhhh...

still speaking of iris, she's so cute feeding pikachu right omg <33 💜🥺

andddddddd as much as i love and adore iris i couldn't help but notice something elseeee....it's not even that obvious idk if yall saw but

ash is feeding him.

he is literally feeding him-

ANDGOHISBLUSHING

LIKE

wow

also love goh's red socks theyre slayin

BUT ANYWAY gosh i love iris OBVS but everyone was like aww iris and pikachu cute aww-

LIKE HELLO?? have you seen this over here omg. the little cherry blossoms falling on them too (i cant help but notice some are shaped like hearts but they normally are anyway 🥰)

so yeah this one was defo anipoke being bold but uh

yall know which one is last 🙂🙂🙂

....

so i was like wow that is some REALLY good fanart dam-

BUT THEN

NO WAY THIS IS ACC REAL??????????????? NO IT RLLY IS OMG I LITERALLY CAN'T HOW IS THIS OFFICAL LMFAO look at them 😰

GOH IS FULL ON BLUSHING WITH ASH BEING PAINFULLY OBLIVIOUS AND WINKING????? AND THEN LOOK HOW FKN CLOSE THEY ARE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 🥰🥰🥰🥰 his cap is all squahed upwards bc of how close they are LMAO and ash is casually feeding himm...

again.

c'mon you can't tell me this isn't hinting at SOMETHING HERE 🙂🙂 WHOEVER IS DRAWING THESE OFFICIAL ARTS THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART <33

no like seriously combined with the gay shit from pokemon journeys they HAVE TO BE CANON LOL 🤩

THIS WAS SO FUN 😍 considering to tag this as satogou week 2023....which wasn't even my intention anyway but...HEY LETS DO IT!

#satogouweek2023 <3

(me considering if anyone is acc gonna read all of this 😀😀 )

[blacktobackmesa]

Hi, I'm sorry I'm back in your inbox again skfbdjdn, but uhhh I was thinking about the headcanons you posted on Valentine's day and now I've got to know how Gordon would react when he realizes he's developing feelings for Funny Benny who lives in the computer. I'm usually a fairly casual frenrey shipper, but with how good you are at writing the hlvrai cast I'm on the edge of my seat to hear about how their relationship in streamman

Ohhh yes yes good. (Also, no apologies, I love messages, they are my friends) I'm gonna go deep into the paint on this one, check below the cut for Gordon's slow realization, the little things leading up to it, and more.

(There's a little allusion to sexual topics. Nothing explicit. Literally just the fact that adults in relationships can have sex. If you are a fan of the show where the climactic final boss monologue has heavy discussion of a dick slip, I don't think you're going to be scandalized, but I've been wrong before.)

Gordon and Benrey have that fun dynamic of "omg stopp what are you doing (does nothing to stop them)", and there's a lot of ways for both of them to be affectionate while obfuscating their feelings. But it's not really like they're trying to hide anything from each other? It's just the language they've built up to communicate. Like:

"Oh, fuck you." [Gordon Translation: That quip was pretty funny, I'm surprised I didn't see that coming.]

"you wish. say please, k?" [Benrey translation: I'm glad my comedy had the desired effect, so I'm continuing my jokes. I'm also implying intimacy by being comfortable enough to make sex jokes about us.]

At some point, Gordon realizes that his interactions with Benrey are making him feel... almost lonely. Which is weird, because the things that make him feel lonely(?) are all the things he likes about hanging out with Benrey. He figures out that he misses being able to have that kind of dynamic with a romantic partner.

Then it takes another full week for him to do the math that "Being with Benrey makes me think about my past relationships" + "I feel sad that I'm not dating anyone" = "I feel sad that I'm not dating Benrey". Look, he's not a scientist. He just plays one in a video game.

First response to realizing his feelings: MASSIVE ANXIETY.

How can they make this work out? What if he's waited too long? He knew Benrey was into him in the game, but this is several years of platonic interaction later. If Benrey still likes him that way, will he be angry and bitter at Gordon for trying to act like he hasn't been quietly turning down Benrey's affections all this time? Even if Benrey's still interested, they're basically on different planes of reality!

Thankfully, he has someone to talk to who helps get some of those anxieties sorted.

Gordon: what about going on dates? Fang: you go on outings with the science team all the time. You literally sit in the dark and watch movies together at least once a month. Gordon: Am I going to be content in a long-distance relationship where I know we can't ever move in together? Fang: Okay, one: his domain is on a computer in your home. Two, you're pretty dang happy with your ""long distance"" friendships. Three, you have the haptic suit. And four, it is none of my business if you decide to buy some very specialized bluetooth devices. Gordon: dude. Fang: I'm just saying you have options on the physical side.

Thankfully, Benrey's kind of glad he waited. Like, it would be awesome if he and Gordon had been together from the start, but he kind of feels better about who he is as a person at this point. Gotta get Benrey lvl. 5 before you can unlock Ultimate Romance. Anyway Gordon asks him out and he ragdolls on the fucking floor

[yuki-shift]

- Spoilers for book 5

- mentions of characters: rook (mildly), vil, epel and neige

- maybe mischaracterization ???

- the things in purple are things I copy and pasted from google

Okay, I’m in book 5 and I have meet vil. I’m on a fight that happened while looking at places with riddle and Trey, before the S&D(?). And I think I have a pretty good understanding of vil. I even came up with a nickname for him that I thought of while talking with rook (I don’t remember when) but basically if I remember correctly rook was talking something poetic, that’s all I got from him talking cause I was sleep deprived, but then I made my realization that vil is like a flower, and I have good meanings behind it but also about his character, or so I think-

Remember that vil haven’t over bolted for me yet so I haven’t seen his issues and such. But I see vil as a flower, first of all because flowers need the sun (vils fans essentially) to ravish and not wither away, while if flowers don’t have the sun then they would wither away and have no light. In this case vil is the flower and his fans and the people who shower him in compliments are the sun, I’m not saying he’d wither away and become less beautiful, but like, if the suns glow doesn’t glow enough, the flower will start to kinda uhhh, go down?? Something like that. And so in this case the suns (his fans) attention stray from him and instead his rival, he’ll feel saddened?? Something like that.

Another thing I like is that vil is a flower and neige is snow (cause I believe he’s based off of Snow White) and so, when it snows, the snow covers the flowers beauty, the snow shimmering in the winter and warm sunny winter days, but when the snow melts onto the flower the snow becomes water and fuels or like bounces back and tries again?? Idk, it’s hard to explain especially since I haven’t slept this day 😭

Vil = flower - neige = snow - fans = sun

Like that if it helps. I have other reasons on why I have these nicknames.

Vil is like a purple flower, maybe like an delphinium, and I got reasons why

(This is all from google)

Purple delphinium flower – as with all purple-coloured flowers, the purple delphinium is a good flower for signify royalty and beauty.

The meaning of delphiniums is generally accepted as 'big hearted'. Like many flowers, different colours of delphiniums often carry their own significance. Blue, the most common colour, signifies dignity and grace while white and pink represent new life and the power of youth

So that’s another reasons why I picked flower for vil, and I also saw on another thing that it meant love and elegant, but it might’ve been a different flower I was reading about

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Another thing about vil is that I understand his points and stuff about beauty and it being able to be a weapon, but I also understand how epel feels with all this stuff and vils points. So in conclusion if they got into a fight and I had to pick a side, id pick neither, if they’re was a debate about it as well I would simply not know who to pick and say “nuh uh” and not choose

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ANYWAY, see you lovely’s another time and if you read all this, thank you, it makes me really happy. And I’m doing this on my iPad rn so if anything looks wonky that’s why 🥹. AND OMG I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT I HAVE OTHER NICKNAMES FOR OTHER TWST CHARACTERS (only like 4 or 5- 💀) but like, I’ll talk about it later. And I’m sleep deprived rn so the explanations are kinda bad and I just wanna post this now soooo, I am 😌 ANYWAY I HOPE YOURE HAVING A LOVELY WEEK AND VALENTINES DAY!!! :D

[roger-that-cap]

What happened Lys? Are you talking about your online bff? I thought things were okay now

-🌙

hi!!! if anyone else wants the business uhhh feel free. chime in, anyone 😭

yeah i thought they were too! in fact things were going so good that i got a valentine’s day package from them a week ago, so i definitely didn’t expect them to tell me that they couldn’t see themselves being i a romantic relationship right now 😍 so much has happened between us and we were basically together at one point. it’s almost impossible to describe everything that happened lol but more or less i just got tired of the back and forth and decided to cut it off two nights ago. they sound remorseful because they finally see how they led me on (i had to literally quote things they’ve said in multiple instances and remind them of certain phone calls, how some of the gifts could be seen as 100% romantic, etc). they feel really bad about it, i can tell, and i decided that i just didn’t deserve this anymore. there was so much love between the two of us but it’s ridiculous at this point and it’s painful. we haven’t spoken since.

very very sucky situation that we could have never been in if they hadn’t told me that they also thought of me romantically back in december. if they hadn’t sent me that ring. if they hadn’t painted me fucking brokeback mountain, or a destiel still shot from supernatural. there are so many things that i could go on about that happened between the two of us that wasn’t platonic, but they know that now. i told them that they can’t ever do this again to another “friend” because it is hell. i don’t know how somebody can say they love you every day and call you “moon of my life” and engrave that shit on a ring and invite you to their country and send you paintings and care packages and handwritten letters and tell their parents about you and joke about marrying you and plan an entire “fake” wedding down to the centerpieces and build you into their day and stay up until 2am all the time and watch movies with you on facetime and talk to your sister over the phone and act like that wasn’t something. especially when it’s their best friend. but okay 😭

so i’m not doing too hot at alllll. i had the strength to give them a well worded piece of my mind that was a lot less angry than this but i’m not sure ill have the strength to keep it. i miss my best friend, most of all. we could have stayed friends if they would have just told me “no” the first time. idk if i said this, but when the topic came up in december, they said that they had been “thinking about you a lot recently, and you make me really happy! i would love to be in a relationship with you, and if you lived closer we probably already would be.” but then they said long distance made them nervous and they didn’t want our friendship to change. they said that it was on the table and they were just waiting to feel completely ready. waiting to be able to put their best foot forward in this. and… this is what we got lol.

we didn’t block each other or anything but i said i couldn’t do it anymore. they sent me a nice text back apologizing for everything and KNOW they know they fucked up but like damnnnn man. it could have been averted. anyway sorry yall

[dreamvortex]

aura blog #1

this past week was pretty hectic - i got my nails done! but i also spent most of a night in the hospital with my blood glucose over 600 so um. eventful!

last thursday night around like 10:30pm i found my vision to be blurry and knew that was a side effect of high blood sugar so i checked it out and my bg monitor just said high - over 600 so my ass had to go to the hospital and stay on fluids + insulin to bring it back down. ended up going home around 4:30am. it did leave me with a gnarly bruise from the nurse sticking me poorly so here's how that progressed...

it's healing now at least. but it looks cool! hurt like a mf but uhhh cool bruise worth it?? anyway on friday i was off work early so me and my husband had a cute day together!

first we went out to this amazingggg mediterranean restaurant where we had hummus shawarma as an appetizer, and i had lamb shawarma as my entree.

i cannot emphasize enough how good this shit was omg. so juicy and flavorful rahhhh will definitely be revisiting this place!! i was excited to eat the leftovers once we got home gnjdkfgnsdf after that aaron treated me to doing my nails and they came out soooo cutieful !! i went for a cute valentine's design and i'm so happy with the result~

we finished off the day out going to best buy and picking up some new ram for my pc yippee!! overall 10/10 day much better than the night prior spent in the hospital LMAO 😭😭😭

the rest of the weekend was pretty chill so not much to say there! excited to go thrifting this weekend or next weekend :3 yay!!

[cakepopss]

moustache | teen!michael afton x gender neutral reader

happy (late) valentine’s day! i wanted to do a little writing for mike for valentine’s day! enjoy!(i wanted to post this yesterday but it wasn’t finished)

“it’s finished!”

you exclaim as you hall the fabric away from the sewing machine. you took a look at it, holding it up high. you turned it around and checked the back.

it took a week to finish but all was well! valentine’s day was tomorrow—and so is your anniversary—so you wanted to do something special for your beloved.

you made him a zip up hoodie. but not just any zip up hoodie! it’s based on his favourite character from a tv show he watches. it’ll match the mask he wears as well!

it’s a burgundy colour, much like his mask. on the right sleeve, there’s two gray stripes. and on the back there’s a sewn on picture of foxy! you made it all by yourself. good thing you took home ecc!

you got up and stood over by the mirror, trying the hoodie on. it was quite big on you, but it hugged you anyway.

you rushed over to your bed, pulling your telephone onto your lap. you dialled michaels number, legs bouncing with excitement. it rang a couple times before answering.

“hello?” it wasn’t mike, however, it sounded like a little boy.

you grin, “evan! how are you doing, buddy?” you ask, tilting your head.

“i’m good. how are you?” he asked, politely. “i’m doing well! is your brother there? i have a question to ask him.” you spoke, the smile never leaving your face. evan let out a yes before calling out to michael.

“yes, babe?” michael spoke. he loved to call you babe, the word never leaves his mouth when talking to you.

“mikey… do you know what tomorrow is??” you ask, twirling the cord of the phone around your finger. michael hummed on the other side of the line, “well… it’s saturday.” he answered. “yes, silly! but what’s the date?”

“uhhmm…. it’s the 14th.”

“of??”

“fffffff….february.”

“which is???!”

“uhhh…”

you sigh.

“i’m joking, y/n! it’s valentine’s day. and our 1 year anniversary.”

you gasp, “you remembered?” you felt yourself smile. you heard michael laugh on the other end. “of course! what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i couldn’t remember such dates?”

you rolled over onto your back, giggling to your boyfriend. you brought up the idea of going out for dinner and seeing a movie afterwards as a way of celebrating. michael loved the idea, so much so you could practically hear him smiling as he talked.

the two of you talked for an hour or so about plans for the big day. “maybe i should feed you?” you suggested, making michaels face heat up.

“maybe we could celebrate in another way~?” michael proposed, pervertedly. you lit up with embarrassment, eyes wide, throwing your head into your pillow. you heard mike laugh from the phone.

before you knew it, you both had to leave before you ran up your moms phone bill, but you were excited for tomorrow!

you rushed out of your seat when you heard a honk at the door. “i’ll get it!” you yelled, rushing to the door.

you opened the door and saw michael waiting right in front of it. the absence of his foxy mask made you smile. “hey, mikey! let me go grab my sweater.” you greeted, tugging him inside as you rushed upstairs to grab a sweater for you, and the one you made for him. michael greeted your parent, who was uninterested. “bye mom!!” you yelled, pulling your boyfriend out the door.

you finally got a chance to take his outfit in, he was dressed in a white button up with a black waist coat and a tie tucked into it. you wanted to complement him on his attire but you couldn’t find a proper word to describe how good he looked. michael tugged on his sleeves, fixing any wrinkles that were previously there. he turned to look at you, his face heating up. you looked so beautiful under the moonlight. he was thankful for the dark. you were wearing an outfit that complemented you so well. a f/c (outfit of your choosing) that hugged your figure. he grew jealous of how tight it was on you. your hair was done up the same way you did it at prom, making him smile goofily. you both slowly leaned into each other, your hands finding their way to his neck, his sliding to your waist. “you look so beautiful.” michael said, starstruck. his usual mean and teasing personality has left out the window. just before your lips could touch you pulled away, “well, let’s get going, pretty boy. we’ve got a dinner, after all.” you said, stepping closer to his car—which is actually his fathers.

michael snapped out of his trance and opened the car door for you, bowing. “after you.” he said.

you smiled, ruffling his hair, “thank you, kind sir.”

the drive wasn’t long, maybe five minutes. but the entire time michael had a hand on your thigh, that would occasionally leave to change the gear in his car. his touch was warm, and so was your smile. you looked in the rear view mirror and saw a blazer that matched mikes waist coat. you smiled, his mom must’ve bought a suit for this..

looking back at your boyfriend you watched as lights bounced off his face. you noticed he was growing a slight moustache, making you blow air out of your nose as a laugh. michael raised an eyebrow, glancing at you. “what’s the matter?” he asked. you smirked, “you’re growing a moustache.” you pointed out, making michael bring a hand up to his face to feel his moustache. “so i do.”

letting out another giggle, you looked ahead and was greeted with the illuminated lights of a bougie-looking restaurant. you covered your lips with a hand in surprise. “mike i..” you started. “my mum picked it out. she made reservations for us.” michael stated. you felt a tear fall. “mike when i said we should go out for dinner i didn’t mean to a fancy ass restaurant! where are we gonna get the money to pay?” you asked, slightly worried that this night would end badly due to lack of money.

“don’t worry about it, doll face. my old mans got it covered.” michael winked, pulling out a wad of bills. you laugh, flicking your wrist. michael pulled the blazer from the backseat to around him, ignoring the buttons.

the two of you entered the restaurant, hand in hand, with smiles stained onto your faces.

“hello, love birds. do you have a reservation?” the lady at the counter spoke, playing with her pen. “it should be under afton.” michael spoke as you adjusted your grip on him to holding onto his arm. the lady looked through the papers as you and michael held each other. “hm.. i don’t see it…” she started, the colour leaving both of your faces. “wh-what?”

“oop! never mind! i’m just blind! yep, there it is.” she laughed, “you two are seated over in that booth, have fun!”

you both sighed with relief. you thanked her and waltzed over to your seats. michael took off the blazer once again and put it beside him, you doing the same with your sweater. you fixed your outfit before checking the menu. you checked the prices and winced, mr. aftons wallet is going to be crying after this.

“can i get you started with drinks?” a waiter asked. you looked up from the menu with a smile, “i’ll have a coke.” you said. michael hummed. “hm.. i’ll have one, too.”

the waiter nodded, rushing off. you felt a hand touch yours, glancing back to your boyfriend. “y/n, you look so beautiful tonight. i mean- you look beautiful every night.. but that outfit.. it’s doing something to me, y/n.” michael confessed. you blush, “i could say the same about you, mike. that waist coat looks really hot. but i bet it would look way hotter on my floor~” your statement made mike glow red. “i-..”

you giggle, innocently. at this time, the waiter came back with your drinks. “enjoy. have you decided on your meal?” they asked, pulling out a note pad. “i’ll have —meal of choice—, mike?” you turned to your boyfriend, who’s face was redder than his foxy mask. he cleared his throat, “um.. i’ll have the paella..?” he almost sounded unsure. the waiter wrote that down before rushing off. “i’m surprised you didn’t order anything with avocado.” you spoke up. “yeah.. i panicked..” mike stated. you smiled, “oh mikey.”

once your food arrived you two chowed down.

you two chatted about the past year and what was next to come. would you marry him? his michael the one? you laughed into your fork. “y/n, if you don’t mind me asking, what made you fall in love with me? i’m not even that special..” your heart pained at this. you hated when your partner talked bad about himself like this. “mike. of course your special! what makes you think that way? out of all the people i’ve previously dated, none of them have ever made me feel this way about someone.”

“but it’s just my looks, right?”

michael… “of course it’s not just your looks! sure, your terribly handsome, but that’s not all! you’re so talented! you make me feel so safe and secure. i’m so glad i get to spend valentine’s day with you, love.”

michael smiled at this, “y/n.. can i kiss you?”

AQTWSGSWTWSFTSWF—

“of course, michael. you don’t even need to ask.”

michael stood up, taking a seat next to you. since the booth you were in was large, there was enough room for him to sit beside you. and you two were out of view from everyone. your lips met michaels. one hand holding your cheek, the other on your thigh. your arms made their way back around his neck, pulling him in farther. your body’s moved in sync. heat rushed to your face when mikes hand on your thigh made its way up. as much as you wanted him to continue, you were in public.

“mike.. we can’t.” you started, breaking the kiss. michael sighed, nodding. he smiled at you and sat back in his chair. you looked back at his lips and noticed they were stained with your lipstick. you giggled. little did you know, michael was laughing at your smudged lipstick.

as you two were finishing your food, you thought of the movie you were seeing. your friend told you to not see the zombie movie that was playing, she said it ruined her date. you weren’t planning on seeing it anyway. when your food was gone, michael called over a waiter for the bill. you saw the price and snickered, you almost felt bad for mr. afton. not. 

the pair of you returned to the car and talked about the movie. you talked about it on the way there. drive-in movies were your favourite. michael thought they were dumb, but it gave him an excuse to run his dads car down.

(excuse my writing i have no clue how drive in movies work..)

once the car was parked, michael tuned the frequency of the cars radio to the movies, fixing the position of his chair to man-spread. he reached back and pulled a bag to the front. mike put the bag in front of you, “take whatever you want. just not the fritos.” you laugh, grabbing a bag of doritos and a mountain dew. you thanked him as he grabbed his chips, the bag still in your lap. “shit.. could you grab me one of those? there should be another.” mike said, talking about the soft drink you had on your hand. you tossed him the one in your hand, “you can have this one.” you said. reason being, you spotted a red one in the bottom of the bag. you grabbed it and put it in the cup holder to the side of you, mike doing the same.

you didn’t have much of a choice on the movie you wanted to watch. they were playing the same romance movie, considering it was valentine’s day.

the squeaking of mikes chip bag made you realize the movie was starting. i’ll spare you the embarrassment, because the movie was so cringe. when the two main characters finally kissed, you decided this would be a good time to pull out your surprise. you pulled out the box with his hoodie but when you turned to face him, you saw him with a small box.

you both had surprised looks written on your faces. you kept eye contact for a minute before speaking. “mike.. what’s that?”

“i could ask you the same thing. here, open it.” michael passed you the box. you laid your box on your lap to hold his. you opened it and was met with a shiny ring. it was a gold colour with your favourite crystal in the middle, small diamonds surrounding it. “oh mike. you didn’t have to.”

“y/n. i’ll be honest with you, i’m clueless when it comes to fancy gifts. my mum and i went out to a shop to buy this. when i saw this one i immediately thought of your smiling face so i had to get it. i wanted to make a promise to you. a promise that one day when we’re both out of school, i’ll become your husband. i’ll get a job so we can own a house, one big enough for my siblings to move into, and maybe even some kids. you mean so much to me and i’m so proud to be able to call you my partner and i—“ you cut michael off with a kiss, that all familiar moustache tickling you.

“oh michael…” you paused, whipping your tears. “how did i get so lucky?” your hands were shaking as you tried to put the ring on. “give it here.” mike offered. you passed it back to him, giggling as tears fell. michael slid the ring on with ease. you admired the ring as it shined in the nights light. “thank you so much, mikey. my gift is so lame compared to this.” you admitted, passing him the box. “i’m sure it’s amazing.”

michael opened it with a smile on his face. when he pulled the hoodie out it only grew wider. “is this a foxy hoodie?!” he asked, putting it on. you nodded, “i spent a week on it.”

“YOU MADE THIS?!! YOOO!! that’s so cool!! thank you so much!”

michaels sudden spark of joy made you smile, “i’m glad you like it.”

“like it?! i’m obsessed!! i’m wearing this everyday!”

“oh don’t do that..”

“i can be like! LOOK AT WHAT MY PARTNER MADE ME! YEAH ITS FROM A GOD DAMN FURRY SHOW! ITS ABOUT DUMB ANIMALS!!”

“michael quiet down!”

“but that’s for nerds. FUCK YEAH IT IS!”

“michael stop!”

laughter filled the car. all in all it was a great night and you’re so happy you got to spend it with your lovely boyfriend.

ahhh!! sorry it’s late! i wanted it to be perfect! i hope you enjoyed! happy late valentine’s day :)

[hihimihwa]

Kelbrey Week Day 7 - Wedding @kelbreyweek

So uhhh happy valentines day! I wanted to say this before but I'm really sorry I was like two days late during the week's submissions qwq I think in every prompt I was the last one to submit mine lol.

Anyway!! KELBREY!! WEDDING!! This week was sorta the first time I openly drew a couple lol. Other times I'd subtly say its a ship but this time I went all out.

Rip Cris hehe. Basil and Sunny got the next one.

[retroellie]

could you do an imagine/headcannon where ellie and miller!reader are traveleing to santa barbara and are being really flirty with each other (they always have been but this time its like amped up x100) and on their way back to jackson they confess that they have always loved each other? (happy valentines btw!!! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩)

Summary: Confessing your love to ellie

A/N: Thank you for the request<3 This kinda got a little depressing and i'm sorry but i'm in the mood for angst rn AHSHJ. Anyways sorry for making you wait so long babe :( ily <3

Warnings: Blood and angst

Word count: 1.3K

-Even though this is probably the worst reason to be traveling to Santa Barbara, avenge the death of your father, you two still can't keep your hands to yourselves

-There was something about this time that felt more meaningful than it usually did

-Ellie would always pull bad pick up lines out of her back pocket and make you laugh

-"IS there a mirror in your pants?? Cause I can see myself in them."

-It was just stupid harmless jokes but now it feels more than that

-Ellie had also started touching you more, if that was holding your hand as you guys were running through a hoard of infected or hugging you as you came back from getting food

-You weren't complaining much though, back at home it was so lonely there without ellie

-You and her had been connected at the hip ever since you met, you even went with her to Seattle even if it hurt you so much to remember your dad

-After you guys came back to Jackson after Seattle you both parted ways, it left you heart broken

-Ellie left to go live in a farmhouse by herself and you got up and moved your entire life around

-You were able to go back to Texas and live in your dad's old house there, you fixed it up real nice... wasn't much but the only memory you had of your dad

-That's until Ellie came to you, all the way from Jackson to Texas just so you could help her cause you were the only person that was going through her pain.

-It took about a week to get to Santa Barbara and the entire trip consisted of catching up but also the awkward tension in the air

-It was horrible because ellie kept getting hurt but she kept pushing herself to her limit

-When she was impaled by the tree branch, you tried your best to clean her up and for some reason touching her bare skin made you blush.

-When y'all had finally found Abby there was a good chance you guys could kill her, she was weak and fragile

-You had been busy trying to fight of the damn group you had run into when you could've helped ellie

-When you finally made it to the sea, there she was. Bleeding, bloody and hurt... Just like when you found her in jackson that horrible day when you lost everything

-You ran to her, holding her like she would drift away. You watched as abby made her way into sea

-You didn't even feel like going after her, you didn't want to lose the only other person you had left

-"I couldn't.... Joel..." She could hardly speak

-"I know ellie..." You whispered back, letting some tears escape you

- You helped get her cleaned up that night, staying in a abandoned house just so y'all could rest

-You wrapped her fingers up real well, doing everything in your power not to hurt her

-You could feel her eyes on you, looking at you like you were the only right thing in her life

-She couldn't bear losing you, if you were to have died she wouldn't want to live anymore

-"You know I'm glad you came with me. i really missed you" She spoke, watching as you wiped the blood off her hands

-"I missed you too ellie, i had to get used to you not being there....it felt weird." You admitted

-Ellie's heart fluttered, she was so in love with you in hurt

-"How was texas?" She asked

-"Lonely" You stated, wiping the blood off her hands. "It was just how they left it 25 years ago, everything was left untouched."

-She watched as you spoke, her eyes flipping to your eyes back to your mouth

-"Sarah's room looks exactly like mine back at Jackson '' You chuckled. "It's funny how similar we are yet we've never met."

-Ellie chuckled along with you, watching as your eyes began to water

-She knew you were only hurting yourself living there, holding on to a simple memory of a man who was so much more

-"I wonder if it hurt him to look at me.... if all he saw was sarah"

- Ellie could hear the tears you were holding back, causing ellie to get on your level, hoping down from the chair and on the floor with her

-Ellie took her bloody hand, placing it on your cheek. She wiped away stray tears, smearing your rosey cheeks with blood

-"No." She stated simply. "I bet he saw a woman with so much purpose, he would be so proud of you y/n."

-It was then, right then when you decided you were madly in love with Ellie williams. You always knew but you kept it hidden, but you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore

-You smashed your lips into hers, not caring about the clashing teeth or the surprised gasp coming from her

-It was at this moment you could let go, of everything

-"I have been waiting for this moment for years." She breathed out, giving a huge smile

-"me too..." You admitted, wanting to pull her into another one

-"why didn't you say anything?!?"

-"You tell me!!"

-"I could've been kissing your stupid face this entire time?!?"

-Even after almost getting murdered multiple times today, you guys are still your stupid selves

-Traveling back to jackson felt quick, days gone by like minutes

-This time the trip consisted of everything it used to but more makeout sessions and heated sex... obviously cause it's ellie

-off topic but the first y'all finally have sex omfg, ellie is so shy and awkward with it like seeing your boobies threw her off

-Anyways uhhh moving on

-When y'all finally got back to jackson, you knew you two would have to split back up again. I mean y'all started 2 different lives, you couldn't just leave that all behind.

-Ellie showed you around her house, allowing you to pet the sheep and horses

-It felt nice, better than in texas where you had no one

-it wasn't until you found joel's guitar he made for ellie that you remembered you have to go back to texas... or do you?

-"I now understand what the bill went through... I mean losing someone and then coming home to an empty house." You stated, running your fingers along the strings

-"Minus the crazy paranoid part... right?" She joked, coming up to you to set small kisses to your head

-You chuckled, you didn't want to end up like bill...alone or did you already become him

-The coldness of the house that you knew was once filled with laughter of the two who had once lived there, something you had tried to recreate but only failing

-Walking along the house filled with pictures of the two faces that should be here with you, would Sarah even want you a part of the picture or would she want to be the only child?

-"I want to let him go ellie...' You whispered. "I'm holding onto a life that was never mine....i sleep in his bed for god sake."

-Ellie brought you into a hug, staying silent so you could get it out

-Ellie knew what you were going through, she saw it every time you entered a room.

-Ellie thought about how much she missed you and how much it would hurt her if you left her again

-"You could always stay with me.." She spoke, seeing your futures flash in her head

-She could see you getting up and feeding the animals in only your bra and shorts

-She could see you pregnant with a kid, cooking up dinner for you and her... she isn't quite sure how that works but you can make it happen

-She could see nights spent making love underneath the stars

-She would kill for that life with you

-"Really??" You said, perking up almost immediately

-"Yeah I mean.... i'm beginning to feel like bill as well."

-You both laughed, you both were so fucking ready to settle down and be normal humans for a bit

-"I think I might like that." You smiled, pulling her into a kiss once again

[organic-guacamole]

uh yeah so I wasn't planning on watching the episode until the weekend but my sister woke up super early and started like dancing or swinging from the ceiling fan or something and it woke me up so now I will bring back the guac episode text blocks :')

Hsmtmts: Season 3: Episode 1 Reaction

"And love is an open door. Did I just make that up? It's pretty good."

First new line of the show and I'm smiling like an idiot. So turns out I'm not actually over this show🥸

DAD JOKES ARE LIFE. I will be taking notes as EJ continues to speak.

big red's got work? all the time? why? can't he take two weeks off to enjoy the summer with friends? he's like 16? huh??

and Sebbie's gotta milk so this is how we explain their absence 🧍🏽‍♀️

oh so Ricky is with Lily after all? icky licky.

Carlos switching his glasses for sunglasses made me laugh a bit too much. maybe I should pull my sister down from the ceiling and go back to sleep...

wait wait wait

I'm not American and I haven't paid much attention to the details yet but like, Utah and California are close, but close enough that these kids' parents let them drive by themselves across states? ISNT CARLOS LIKE CANONICALLY 16? is this normal? I'm sorry

EJ being the son of Cash Caswell 4 and a half minutes into the season. why do rich people need more than 1 home? also yes Gina. she knew about the 2nd home so I'm assuming she's at least seen it (unless EJ just casually mentions his other houses but to me he seems like the kinda guy to forget he has more houses than the average person and just never talk about it) so yeah slay girlie pop marry rich! life is about the material things! go queen!

"you come to camp shallow lake and you leave and someone else" oh no. foreshadowing.

yeah I miss seb too.

the whole phone confiscation thing is awful to me. not because I'm addicted or anything, just that, that's my property and they're storing it in a bucket with other people's nasty phones in a dark room somewhere and idk what's happening to it? no thanks I'll leave it home.

oh I completely forgot the intro song thing *insert harsh whistle*

RICHIE EWE WEQEQ WS

this is funny though. don't mind my disgusted expression as I watch this scene, I'm rather enjoying seeing Ricky turn into a text to speech reader.

the more Lily talks the more I fear for Ricky's life.

Caribbean cruise? uhhh I live in the Caribbean 😥😥😥 imagine just chilling and you see miss Jenn running around buying souvenirs.

also. MR BOWEN? GIRL BENJAMIN MAZZARA IS RIGHT THERE. HE CONFESSED TO YOU AT THE END OF LAST SEASON. THIS WOMAN-

so it's confirmed that this is the same camp that Nini and EJ met at😃

I love Ashlyn. no context needed.

Why is she still with Howie again?

the non-wildcats in the corner. Are they credited as non-wildcats on IMDb?

as Ms Jenn is talking about sparks, remember when she and Mr Mazzara started a fire at the school and just...ran away? why don't we talk about this?

I wrote an alternate 2x12 fanfic where Ricky knows about the harness already so I genuinely thought they all knew already... anyways, yay Tim for bringing back this plotpoint!

Carlos being horrified by these random dudes throwing things is exactly what I expected from this season. that and Ricky coming to his senses but we can't always get what we want.

Jet is hot but we knew this already. anyways gimme the enemies to lovers with Ricky please, with a bunch of angst with happy ending, all that jazz. gimme the flavour🤌🏽🤌🏽

the way lily's body language is... reminds me of an episode of 911 where this girl murdered her boyfriend on valentine's day because he wanted to leave the date... she literally looked so much like how Lily looks rn... RUN RICHARD

isn't she like 14? like canon... I have a lot of questions for her parents mainly.

so he really just has big red's car this whole time? he's having his mv moment so I'll overlook it. we all need our main character moment at some point. but actually. it's a literal music video in the middle of the episode.

wait have we seen Kourtney and Carlos interactions yet? please someone tell me if we have or have not because this is my favourite. also let's discuss Kourtney's rainbow belt 😁

what kind of life changing 2 week camp is this? why are they all acting like all new people will be brainwashed and their lives will flip upside down by the time it's over

emo boy Jet meets emo boy Ricky they un-emotify together or something idk

"if you fall in no one will hear your screams" "don't go too far into the woods or you'll be gone for good" still not convinced this isn't a murder mystery season.

...

you telling me

Disney plus exists

in the universe of a show

on Disney plus

...

anyways so is this how EJ becomes director-

damn so he's really second choice for this too👩🏽‍🦯

RICKy? how does this even happen? don't they have to pay for this camp? how did he get so far in and portwell are the first people he sees? I'm so confused 😭

[the-fiction-witch]

Valentines 2021: The Rose

MOVIE : STAR WARS THE FORCE AWAKENS  COUPLE: THANISSON X READER RATING: SWEET AF

I looked away from the smiles and joy, it's a meaningless holiday anyway. This was always a day to watch others be happy, to watch freinds get engaged, to watch people express there love. I'm sure if you have someone then it's a lovely day, but when you don't it all just seems lena waste of time and effort. I ignored to the best of my ability the smiling faces of my colleagues here on the finalizer, everyone else liked this time maybe it's just me. It had become over many years a custom to give a 'felexian dasiy' to someone you liked or you partner of course, they are very rare flowers as they only bloom for one week of the year In one specifically garden on a mountain island on a planner name 'felexia' I forget where the planet was exactly all I remember is that they are extremely expensive. I've known people who took out loans to buy one as a proposal that they are still paying off to this day. Knowone had ever given me one, and in honestly I didn't want one. I didn't want to be part of this sappy expensive pointlessness. "Uuughhh hi y/n?" I heard behind me as I was walking from my shift in the office back to my room, I turned and saw Thanisson one of the officer boys who works up in the control room monitoring the coming and going of ships from various bays here, he was sort of like ground control I guess, he was still in his uniform like me, and with his bag over his shoulder and seemed excited to see me "hi" "Hi Thanisson something you wanted?" "Ohh uhh, i wanted to ask you uhh where your off too?" "Home? Why?' "Right of course you are, could I uhh could I walk you home?" He asks "Uhhh sure" I shrug he smiled widely walking beside me "So how was your day?" "Fine, nothing overly interesting, budgets, paperwork, plans" I shrug "what about you?" "Nothing much interesting, a couple of people trying to come in without clearance, an unscheduled or two, boss getting mad about everything" "Yeah he's a dick" "He can be" "You at work tomorrow?" "No, day off. What about you?" "Day off too" "Yeah I think just because everyone else used there day off today for the holiday and all" "Yeah, most of them did office was pretty empty" "Mine too. So you uhhh don't have any plans tonight then? After work?' "No, can't even order anything as it's all gonna be stupid and busy for the holiday" "Yeah, it is. Uhhh y/n?" He asked as we arrived at my door "Yes?" "If uhh if you wanted I could umm come over and make us dinner?' "Thanks but no thanks Thanisson get home, enjoy your day off tomorrow" I smiled going to head inside "Y/n wait!" He says holding my arm "I uhhhhh I have something I wanted to give to you" "What something?" I asked a little worried he blushed hard sorting his bag "Could you close your eyes?' "Okay" I sighed shutting my eyes confused and concerned what was going on, I heard rustling and moving until I felt a little kiss on my lips short and sweet I was surprised to say the least I had never even really thought about Thanisson that way, well I mean of course I had thought about it briefly but I never thought he would never reciprocate in anyway, shape or form when he pulled back I opened my eyes and he smiled widely at me holding something that surprised me A Beautiful rose, with a golden stem and leaf beautiful white petals with a golden glow "Thanisson?" "I wanted to get you a flower, Like everyone else but they are so expensive and they barely had any by the time I tried to get one, so I searched around and found this"

"And this is?"

"it's called a Heartlen Rose, They grow by the Ice ridges on Hellious. Because the stems get coated in molten gold from the metallic storms there, They won't over wilt, wont ever turn brown, I thought... I could tell you how I've felt about you since the moment I saw you on the transport when they brought us here from the training camp" He explained "Y/n... I love you"

"Ohhh Thanisson" I smiled almost crying jumping into his arms hugging him tighter then I had ever hugged anyone before "I love you too"

[imagine-the-phantom-thieves]

Could you do “you lied to me” with akira? I appreciate how you work a lot !!

It’s ya girl. Back with mediocre at best writing because she lacks confidence in her ability to write compelling pieces, big yikes.

Anyway we’ve officially started the angst thing, I’m only two weeks and 70+ followers late, hoo-ray.

- Mod Maruki

Akira Kurusu

You tried to be optimistic when Sojiro seemed to actively ward you away from LeBlanc on Valentine’s Day. You really did. He had told you he had just forgotten the date, hung out with Ryuji for the day. It was a stretch, but you’d take it for now. 

However, your suspicions began to raise as more of your friends had come to you, asking about him. Makoto, Ann, Sumire and Haru had all asked you if you’d seen Akira anywhere yesterday, and much to your befuddlement, when you asked if giving him their courtesy chocolate on the 14th would give a mixed message, each and every one had told you that it simply wasn’t courtesy. 

Which led back to LeBlanc immediately after school. 

Sojiro wasn’t an idiot, he could read the room, so when he heard those traces of tranquil fury in your voice as you greeted him all he did was prep a cup of coffee for you and set it on the bar counter. 

“Can you at least tell me who it was?” 

Sojiro stayed quiet, not looking you in the eye. 

“...A woman who just works around the corner. I’m pretty sure she didn’t know about any of you, either.”

You nodded. You didn’t blame her for your predicament, poor taste wouldn’t even begin to describe it.

“I’m back.” Slowly, you looked over to Akira, the chime of the front door punctuating the greeting. He froze as he realized who exactly was waiting for him. 

“Welcome back, Akira.” You had said, tone cold as ice. “Not to pry, but where were you yesterday?” You dropped any idea of trying to play nice with him now, only wanting answers. 

“Uhhh…” He paused, briefly glancing back and forth between you and Sojiro, as if asking the older man for help, only getting the cold shoulder in return. “I.. was just spending time with Ryuji.” 

“Hmm.” You hummed, staring into the depths of your half-finished coffee. “And where were you…?” 

Still standing in the doorway, he mulled over the question. He knew he was taking too long to answer it, but if he was Sojiro, what would he have said? Gently, he gnawed on his tongue before giving his answer, probably more confidently than he should have.

“Ogikubo. Got ramen together.” 

Again you hummed. “How odd. That’s not what I heard. I heard you were at the fishing pond in Ichigaya.” You glanced up at Sojiro, voice soft, much more gentle than the tone you’d been using with Akira. “Could you give us a minute?” 

The older man nodded, mentioning something about going to get another pack of cigs while he was out. You didn’t know how much of his statement held true, but it didn’t matter, he left without complaint either way.

“You lied to me, Akira.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him looking around, as if trying to think of a reasonable excuse to leave. “Sit. Down.” 

With a moment’s hesitation, he sat at one of the bar seats next to you. 

“Do you know why I was so in love with you to begin with?” You asked, still refusing to even look at him. You were treated to silence. “Akira?” You had asked once more, before hearing his quiet response of ‘no’, 

“It was because you were the person I trusted most. The way you held me close after I confessed, the genuine look of happiness on your face, it made me optimistic. It made me go ‘oh, this is a person I could see myself spending my life with.’” Your grip on the ceramic mug tightened. You wouldn’t let yourself cry for him. Not now. “But now? Now there’s at least five others, and that’s only what I know about. For all I know any girl I see could be some other poor thing wrapped around your finger.” You let out a shaky breath. “Did you just think you could juggle it personally because it would be long distance before you knew it?” You shook your head, trying to keep calm. “Was I the first, even?” 

He nodded.

And somehow, that made you feel worse.

There was a period of uncomfortable silence. It was far longer than he would’ve wanted it to be, but eventually you broke it again, finally coming to the best conclusion you could think of.

“Consider this goodbye, Akria.” 

He looked shocked. 

“Wait, but, I’m not going to be leaving for another month.” His tone seemed sincere, but that didn’t change much.

“And? Don’t come looking for me when you go off to say all of your goodbyes. I don’t want to be a part of it- a part of you anymore.” 

He didn’t have a reply. 

You slid 3000 yen on the counter- grossly overpaying for your single cup of coffee. In response to seeing his puzzled glance, you merely mumbled something about letting Sojiro keep the change- you loved LeBlanc, it’s coffee, it’s atmosphere, and you knew that Sojiro was someone you could trust, so giving him a few extra dollars was the least you could do. 

Having a firm grip on your bag and took one last glance at Akira before leaving the cafe, accepting that your relationship with him was something that would be tarnished, perhaps not forever, but for a long, long time, you were certain.

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

Multiples of 6 for the OC asks!

AYYYYYYYYYY THANK YOU

i think for this one i’ll answer each question with three ocs for comparison >:V

(under the cut because, predictably, It Got Long)

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6. Do they smoke or do they hate smoking. 

(origfic, unnamed superhero verse)

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Neil: won’t touch cigarettes, but has been known to smoke a bowl every now and then when his anxiety gets the best of him. he doesn’t like doing it--he’s internalized some pretty negative shit about how it means he’s a trashy, weak-willed loser who can’t handle reality--but since meeting nads and then beth, he’s eased up a lot on the guilt and is able to relax more.

Nads: smokes cigarettes, but only if they’re stolen. she’s got an active lifestyle to say the least and she doesn’t want to risk fucking up her lungs, so that’s her compromise. my god does she love her weed though

Beth: smokes cigarettes to take the edge off her anxiety when she has to go outside during the day. she knows they’re worse for her than weed, but she’s wary enough of her liminal space powers without imagining what they might do if she got stoned.

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12. What’s an outfit they’d despise wearing Vs one they’d love wearing? Draw it! 

(Tales of Arcadia; i’m godawful at drawing clothes so i’ll just describe them as best i can ashdflkshdfkl)

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Liyen: loves comfortable, understated, professional-looking masc clothes, usually in muted shades of gray, blue, or black. give them a fuzzy turtleneck sweater and black pants and they’re happy. meanwhile they’d be SUPER uncomfortable in loud, clashing colors or anything too femme. 

Schommag: Does Not Like Clothes That Will Get in Her Way, also not a big fan of dressing femme with very few exceptions (the right Little Black Dress, for example). give her what she needs to get around the woods and stay out of her way. that said she does love showing off her muscles, so she wears a lot of tank tops and sports bras (and sometimes no top at all, if she can get away with it). 

Oryalv: VERY femme, particularly business casual. this man loves his pantsuits. meanwhile his nightmare is middle-aged high school coach aesthetic. put him in a t-shirt and khakis and he’ll start pouring smoke like a teakettle

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18. Have they ever committed a crime? How? Why? If not, then what’s their opinion on crime?

(origfic, unnamed VALENTINE DON’T DO THAT verse)

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Valentine: has been made complicit in a lot of their family’s cutthroat-noble shadiness growing up, is otherwise a law-abiding sort up until they jump off the slippery slope and get the war crime ball rolling in earnest. Whoops

Edmund: has gotten into plenty of cutthroat-noble shadiness of his own volition, thank you very much. unlike valentine he’s a whole lot more inclined to go UHHH and pull up when it comes to war crimes

Marcel: LOVES war crimes. LOVES them. would marry them if he could. lucky for him he’s captain of the guard and has plenty of opportunities. will otherwise use the law as a bludgeon but i don’t think he’s too bothered about it for its own sake

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24. Mcdonalds, subway, or KFC?

(Final Fantasy Tactics A2)

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Nebilim: subway, grease is sensory hell and makes him sick and it’s the easiest place to avoid it. the number of variables per sandwich make him anxious, but if he has to pick one then fuck it, it’s worth not putting grease in his body.  

Moovry: loves grease with all his somehow-still-functioning heart, would bring his own beer keg to KFC and refuse to leave til he’s finished his fourth bucket of chicken

York: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS. gets the happy meal and then uses the toy to test their black magic minispells. we hardly knew ye, beyblade 

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30. Have they ever dreamed about another oc?

(Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance, taxidermy/doll horror cw)

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Faerna: has dreams about missing his mother sometimes. he hasn’t seen her in a long time, and for all he knows she thinks he’s dead, but he can’t bring himself to go back and look for her when he doesn’t know if she’ll approve of the life he’s chosen for himself. for all he talks himself up, not everyone’s happy to have a thief and a conman for a son.

SkekNev: has recurring dreams about the victims of their taxidermy coming back to life. less of a HOLY SHIT THE DOLLS ARE ALIVE nightmare for them, more of an anger/anxiety nightmare because stop that, stop having autonomy, i made you like this for a reason.

Aivne: dreams a lot about her little siblings. outright nightmares, semi-lucid rehearsals of danger scenarios, memories from before they lost their parents.

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36. If they’re nonhuman, what’s their opinion on humans?

(origfic, faeverse)

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Aislinng: vampire/incubus, more specifically A Dracula Lookin Motherfucker. depending on how much of a bastard he is in a given au, humans are usually somewhere between ‘fun to dazzle with my Supernatural Charms’ and ‘boring. where are the interesting people to torment’

Meadowsweet: rabbit faun. depending on which of the two wildly different versions of him we’re talking about, he either treats humans with the same goodwill as anyone else who might need his healing, or looks down on them and considers them fair game for whatever evil bastard he’s pining after this week.

Agaric: aislinng’s son with a forest spirit, so fuck if i know what to call him at this point. humans tend to find his brand of quiet, aloof awkwardness either offputting or endearing; either one is mortifying, and he’d mostly rather just keep to himself. 

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42. What’s their standpoint when it comes to washing hands?

(origfic, bumfuck nowhere cult)

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Cristina: obsessed with cleanliness, washes her hands constantly, crissy please you live in the desert

Skinner: if my hands are clean i can’t wipe them on cristina’s robes now can i

Rosemary: who needs to wash hands when you’ve got tentacles ;)

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48. If they were defeated fairly in battle, would they accept and move on or throw a fit?

(origfic, slasher movie slaughterhouse dimension)

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Maggie: will stay down and let you think she’s beaten, until you take your eyes off her for a second too long. then she’ll go for your hamstring

Dee: will accept it and move on, but will also try to make you feel like winning wasn’t really important anyway. maggie loves her dearly but she is kind of infuriating to everyone else

Esau: is delighted when somebody beats him, because if they’ve gotten that far they’ve committed at least one horrific atrocity and will have to live with that forever (if not embrace it). the real treasure was the corruption and PTSD we found along the way. no wonder maggie kind of hate-connects with him, he reminds her of dee lmao

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54. Have they ever lost anyone?

(misc origfic)

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Gray: lost the person who summoned them, gave them form, and taught them how to speak. once she died, all they knew was that she’d stopped coming, and that their only friend--their only contact with the world outside the cave--was gone. they’re there alone for a long time before a hitchhiker stumbles across them, and now they’re clingy as fuck and terrified of being abandoned again.

Ashdown: lost her wife the spring before her story begins, which left her so depressed she didn’t bother flying south for the winter with everyone else. she does eventually find love again, after coming to terms with the fact that what she’s lost isn’t the only thing she can ever have.

Jake: lost his older brother as a kid, which might or might not be why some fuck haunting their own fursuit recruits him to help with their unfinished business.

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[DYING WHEEZE]

thank you again for the questions!!! i have. so many ocs. SO many ocs, and it’s always fun to get a chance to trot a bunch of them out, especially with a good range of questions like these :D

[spring-emerald]

(sweet)heart to heart

For @kurodai-week‘s KuroDai Valentine’s Day Event 2020: Happy Crush

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“Excuse me, Mr. Officer-san.”

Daichi looks down at the elementary school girl tugging his uniform shirt. He gets down on one knee and gives the child a smile. “Hello there. How may I help you?”

“Uhm,” the girl takes off her backpack and puts it down on the sidewalk, opens it and takes out a rather beat up stalk of a pink camellia.

“For you, Mr. Officer-san,” she presents with a toothy smile. Daichi has to bite his lips to keep himself from squealing because of how cute the little girl is being but it’s a near thing, especially when he chokes out a garbled but touched “F-for me?”

The little girl nods earnestly with a hum. “For always keeping us safe.”

Awww, Daichi’s inner voice supplied as he takes the flower and fixes his cap to keep his composure. “I’m just doing my job. But thank you very much for this, little miss.”

“You’re welcome!” She exclaimed, but deflates soon and starts giving Daichi a look that he’s seen one too many times in his twin sibling’s faces. The look of guilt.

“What’s wrong?”

The little girl bites her lips. “I’m supposed to give you a candy as well, Mr. Officer-san. But I got curious and ate it. I’m sorry.”

Daichi beams. “It’s alright, little miss. The flower is enough for me. Besides, I think you deserve that candy for doing something nice today,” he says patting her on the head. “It’ll be our little secret, okay?” He says putting his finger over his lips and winks at her.

The girl nods, brightens up and instantly her mood was better. “Thank you, Mr. Officer-san!”

“Well, you better go home now. I’m sure your Mommy is waiting for you.”

After watching her put her bag on, he sends her off with a smile and a wave.

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Their meeting continued on for a week, with Nozomi-chan, as Daichi finds out on the second day of meeting the little lady, diligently bringing him pink camellias to add to his growing collection kept and cared for in a vase in his apartment. She doesn’t stay for too long, always just gives him the flowers and apologizes for eating the candy and leaves after promises of seeing him the next day.

It’s honestly making Daichi curious, as this had become a pattern, though he doesn’t ask her yet where the flowers and the disappearing candy are coming from.

On hindsight, he probably should have.

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Nozomi-chan meets him as usual, but she isn’t as bright or energetic as she had been the last couple of days. Daichi’s instantly on his knee as he looks over her, looking for injuries or anything that could clue him to what happened to her.

“Nozomi-chan, what’s wrong?”

Nozomi pouts. “I got scolded for eating the candies meant for you, Officer-niichan. But… they don’t taste good so I’ve been eating them instead. I didn’t want to give them to you! I’m sorry for keeping them away.”

She sniffles and starts crying. “Oh, Nozomi-chan,” he says and rubs her back, letting her cry. “I’m not angry with you, if that’s what you think. And I think it’s brave of you, so thank you for trying to protect me, I appreciate it.”

This seemed to calm her down.

“What are those candies anyway?” Daichi asks. Nozomi proceeds to take her bag off and like clockwork, takes out a pink camellia but this time, there’s a small candy wrapped in a neatly folded light orange tissue paper as well. Daichi takes them both and puts the flower down on his thigh to open the wrapped candy.

Inside the small square wrap is a piece of white candy heart with a message that says ‘U R CUTE’ and Daichi looks down on it with growing horror.

This little girl had been eating the candy hearts meant for him and she got scolded because apparently, the messages aren’t being delivered to him. Oh god, what else were written in the previous hearts? What is her mother thinking?

Oh wait…oh no… her mother. Nozomi-chan’s mother is asking her to do this and oh god, Daichi is going to lose his job for this, isn’t he?

“N-Nozomi-chan, this is…”

“I’m sorry! I told Rooster Head onii-chan that you wouldn’t like it, because I don’t like it, because it doesn’t taste good. But he said that it wasn’t meant for me to eat anyway and that I should have given them to you instead, but I just don’t want you to hate him for giving you bad candy because you really like the flowers. I told him that, but he won’t believe me!”

Daichi blinks. “Nozomi-chan, Hold on… who is… onii-chan?”

Nozomi nods. “Rooster Head onii-chan is supposed to be smart because he’s a doctor, but he doesn’t know what good candy to give. He should have just given you chocolates.” She stomps her feet and cross her arms. “But then again, I might have eaten them too, but I would have shared with you if I think they taste good.”

Daichi shakes his head. “Nozomi-chan, wait a minute. So the flowers and the candy… they’re not from your mom?”

“No,” she says shaking her head and starting to look confused.

Daichi breathes in relief because he was already knee deep in his worst case scenario imagination, but he doesn’t let himself be too relaxed yet.

“They’re from the Rooster onii-chan?”

“Yes! I call him Rooster Head onii-chan because his hair makes him look like a rooster.” She says proudly.

“And who is this Rooster Head onii-chan?”

“He’s my neighbor! He lives across the street from my house. He’s a doctor.”

“And he asked you to give me flowers and candies?”

“Uh-huh. He really likes you, Officer-niichan.”

Daichi nods, taking the information in. Alright, that doesn’t sound so bad. But no, wait. Someone he doesn’t completely know about is using a child to get close to him. “Nozomi-chan. He’s not a bad person, is he? He’s not forcing you or scaring you to do this? You can tell me the truth.”

“What?” Nozomi looks surprised and a little offended. “No! No. Doctor-niichan is handsome and kind. He’s not a bad person.” She exclaims earnestly, little fists in front of her. “Everyone likes him. I like him because he always makes sure I’m healthy and the medicine he gives me when I’m sick doesn’t taste bad. And he walks with me to school on his way to his clinic. Officer-niichan, please don’t hate Doctor-niichan! He just doesn’t know what good candies are there.”

“A-Alright. I believe you, Nozomi-chan. But did he tell you why he’s giving me flowers and candy hearts?”

“I told you, Officer-niichan. He really likes you!”

Daichi clears his throat at that. “Yeah, but why would he… you… I mean. Nozomi-chan, I don’t know who this Doctor-oniichan of yours is and he really shouldn’t have…”

“Well, why don’t we go to his clinic so you can meet him?”

That’s…not a bad idea but Daichi doesn’t know if he’s ready to meet him already. He’s still processing everything. And since Nozomi hasn’t given him reason to be so suspicious and he believes that she’s not in any danger, he wants to think it over for some time first.

“I’m still working, so I can’t go with you. But maybe you can tell me where his clinic is?” It’s pretty underhanded, but it’s not like he’s the first one who did something even more underhanded. This doctor obviously know him, have seen him around to know who to send the flowers and candies to, and it’s unfair that Daichi doesn’t know who he is. At least that’s the logic he’s going by.

Nozomi tells him, and after the whole fiasco and asking Nozomi not to tell her Doctor-oniichan about what he asked, they both bid each other their goodbyes.

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It’s his day off and Daichi has a pretty clear idea of what he will do that day. He’s familiar with the place where the clinic is. It’s beside a flower shop, nearby the bakery he frequents and across his favorite coffee shop. And upon seeing the clinic, he remembers being inside before, when he helped a man who passed out on the sidewalk get immediate medical attention.

Is that how Nozomi’s doctor-niichan knew about him? He doesn’t remember seeing a male doctor during that time. It was just a young nurse who led him to one of the vacant rooms. Then again, he wasn’t able to stick around for long as he gets a call from his radio.

He’s about to take a peek inside through the window, but he didn’t get the chance to because the door of the clinic opens and out comes a tall man with a messy hair, waving casually to the person behind him. “I’ll be back in an hour,” he says lightly, but he stops short when he sees Daichi standing in front of the clinic and Daichi sees the way his eyes widened behind his glasses and his mouth open.

“Make sure you are back on time, Doctor Kuroo!” Someone says from inside.

The man, Kuroo closes the door behind him quickly and looks like he’s ready to bolt and Daichi can see how he has to take a deep breath and collect himself before he address Daichi again. “Uhm, are you here for a check-up?”

“No.”

“Oh. Well, then…uhh, it’s lunch break, so you can come back later if you uhhh… yeah.” Kuroo nods and sharply turns to walk away from Daichi.

“Do you know Nozomi-chan?”

Daichi sees the way Kuroo stops and stiffens at the mention of the name. But he doesn’t look back at him. So Daichi decides to be bolder.

“Are you her Rooster Head onii-chan?”

“She told you that?!” Kuroo turns and sputters out but immediately covers his mouth with both his hands, realizing how he’d stupidly given himself away.

“So you are?”

Kuroo puts his hands on the whole of his face and groans. “Look, I’m really sorry. Nozomi-chan is a good kid and I know I shouldn’t have made her do that. I’ll go quietly, I won’t put up a fight if you arrest me.”

“Why do you think I would arrest you?”

Kuroo peeks up at him from behind his hands. “Because I’m a creepy secret admirer who used an innocent kid to get close to his crush?” His voice cracked at the word crush and he hides his face on his hands again.

Daichi may or may not have blushed upon hearing that and covers up his embarrassment with a cough. “Well, it’s a bit creepy as you said, and worrying since a child was involved but a little girl was defensive and has nice things to say about you, so maybe I thought of checking you out to see if you’re not so bad after all.”

It takes a full minute for Kuroo to take his hands off his face to look at Daichi. “What?”

“I don’t mind the candy hearts, despite what Nozomi-chan thinks about them. I don’t mind the secret admirer bit, though I would like it better to get to know the person who’s been sending me flowers and candies personally.” Daichi admits, feeling himself blush.

Kuroo gapes at him until he shakes himself out of his confusion and takes a hesitant step towards Daichi.

“You want to… get to… know me?”

Daichi shrugs. “You have a glowing recommendation from Nozomi-chan. So…?”

Kuroo pats his pocket and fishes out a small wrapped candy and hands it to Daichi.

Daichi takes it and opens it. At the center of the folded paper is a pink conversation heart with the word ‘Hello’.

Daichi looks up at Kuroo and smiles. “Hi.”