#best chocolate gifts by mail

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: married life with eiland

COMMENTS: i've been thinking so hard about marrying this man i have two lawn chairs next to my mail box and a desk for him and a chest full of sweets for when we get married im planning ahead ahead i need him so bad

reader is compared to lady luck but they're not fem aligned.

It’s not uncommon for you to wake up in the morning to see Eiland curled up in bed, his reading glasses askew and a book opened over his face. You always remove the book gently, marking his page with a bookmark you keep handy on your nightstand and he thanks you profusely for it later. It’s not even that he stays up outrageously late, you just so happen to have a husband who is so dedicated to his research he can hardly put it down!

Although he would love nothing more than to have chocolate chip waffles with whipped cream and a hearty amount of syrup for breakfast, he is unfortunately bound by the knowledge that food like that has little nutrients and will not keep his precious spouse up and running throughout the day. Soft hands cut up fruits into hearts and stars, depositing them into one of your bowls with a proud smile as seasonal fruit pancakes sizzle on your stove. He takes pride in taking care of your needs. That is, after all, what a husband does! (Ignore the copious amount of times he messed up a dish...he's trying his best.)

Whenever he comes home after a meeting with his sister, he makes sure to ask your opinion on things. If it's something the two of you don’t agree on (much to his chagrin...yes, he pouts about it later) he will still report your honest opinion to Adeline. His sister can tell immediately if you agreed or disagreed with him based on his facial expression alone.

Eiland has a tendency to say things that can be taken in a flirtatious way, but are usually innocent. He still has not learned to watch his words with you even after years of marriage, calling you over to Louis’s stall to look at the beautiful wedding outfits and yapping about how lovely you would look in them. Oh Eiland, he has no idea what he’s implying!

Due to his hobbies, he is more of a help on the farm than some may think! You’re certainly going to have to walk him through ranching if he decides he wants to feed the animals, but he’ll pick up on how to plant seeds a lot faster. He’s quick work with a shovel and can figure out a hoe in no time flat! (He thinks you’re so cool and just wants to help out his lovely spouse, please let him.)

Without a doubt, you will get wrapped up in his Dungeons and Drama campaigns. He’ll be delighted if you make food based on the campaign and will brag for weeks about it. Be prepared to be referred to as the lovebirds when you come to the Inn on Friday’s! That’s simply how Mistria works I’m afraid.

Elsie is going to have the time of her life when the two of you get married. She’ll be on cloud nine, orbiting the two of you with well wishes and the most random gifts she insists you two need for your new life. It’s very sweet of her, even if you’re not entirely sure what you’d use a fondue pot for other than satisfying your husband’s raging appetite.

Daily trips to the Western Ruins and The Narrows are a must. Eiland likes to check in on the Museum, having been contributing to its upkeep for a long time now. If you find him starting a special set of armor tucked away in the back of the main area, don’t mind him. He’s just reminiscing on old times with you.

Eiland takes very good care of his skin and hair, and if you let him he’ll pamper you every morning and night. He tends to lose his sense of personal space when he does this though...his face will be very close to you. If you lean in to steal a kiss, he’ll jump and laugh, cheeks growing warm as you smile at him.

When he spaces out, he’ll reach out for your hand and start fiddling with your wedding ring. You’d think he’d fiddle with his own, but he likes feeling your knuckles under the pads of his fingers. Eiland will slowly come back down to Mistria at some point, his eyes focusing on his fingers against your skin and your soft smile shining upon him like Lady Luck herself. Truly, he got so lucky.

[brittle-doughie]

With Baker’s Love. (Valentines Day 2024 Special)

As the Baker, you made sure every one of your cookies felt like they were cared for, that you watched over them as evenly as every cookie across Earthbread. The chocolates you send into various mailboxes were always a treat to the cookies, something that they savored and cherished throughout the day…

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Yogurt Cream Cookie rode upon his flying carpet as he headed to the front of his palace. Normally, he’d have his servants handle things for him. On the day of Valentines though, he must be the one to inspect what’s sent to them. It’s just as delectable every year, a packaged box of heart shapers chocolates along with a note of love from his beloved Baker.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he read it, popping a chocolate into his mouth. He sighed contently as the pure sweetness of the chocolate melted as he ate it.

“The sweetest when they make it themselves. Truly something that Coins can never buy…~”

He floated back inside his palace with the box in his hands, nothing but the Baker on his mind…

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Walnut Cookie could not have pulled out the two boxes of chocolate fast enough from the mail as she hurried back inside, Almond Cookie couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s enthusiasm, he did a good job keeping his hidden. The Baker’s chocolate was the best there is, the sweetness gave him the energy he needed for the number of cases he was on for the week, it surpassed even that of the coffee he has on occasion.

“Looks delicious! Oops, I should’ve tested if it’s safe to eat first…”

Walnut felt embarrassed to have gone through most of her box already in front of her dad, something he assured was okay. This was chocolate, not evidence of a crime scene. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit when Walnut went right back to enjoying her box, as he ate some chocolate himself, feeling energized already. If he could taste love in food, he was tasting it right now…

Baker, never stop being incredible, he’d thought to himself.

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Gifts never failed to make Strawberry Cream Cookie feel a bit warm, he still remembered Stollen Cookie gifting him a story book. But when it came to gifts from the Baker themself? He’d drop whatever he was doing and get it right away, the chocolate box was no different.

He made sure to go to somewhere secluded in the academy to taste them, he couldn’t stop the blushing when the first chocolate touched his taste buds, it felt like a warm hug that made him his whole being shiver

“With this, I’ll never feel tired running through the forest..”

He had another and another and another, never getting over the taste…

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“I knew the Baker was in love with me.”

Lychee Dragon Cookie couldn’t stop the sly smile on their face when they received the chocolate addressed from the Baker. It was such a not-surprise to them that it garnered no bigger excitement then a brief wide-eyed look.

“I don’t need chocolates to know the Baker had fallen for my charms, heehee”

Hearing that, one of their monsters tried to take the chocolate from them…only to be met with an extremely angry Lychee in return!

“HEY! I NEVER SAID I DIDN’T WANT THEM! GO AWAY!”

The monster understandly retreated away in fear from Lychee’s outburst as they continued to glare at them from afar. Lychee did a double check around before opening it and hastily eating a piece, unable to stop the dreamy sigh from them.

Just one “I love you, Lychee Dragon Cookie” from the Baker’s mouth themself, just one….and they’ll be a happy dragon for a long time…

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“Very classy~ You know my tastes very well, my Baker~”

Chocolate Bonbon Cookie couldn’t help but admire the way the chocolates looked and tasted, it was like they were expertly crafted specifically for her tastes as she brought them into her establishment.

The texture, the refined flavor, nothing short of amazing that she should’ve expected from the Baker. That never stops her from getting surprised that the chocolates only seemed to taste even better every year!

It just gave her so many new clothing and style ideas that used the finest chocolate she can get, It would be no problem to even send you some of them as a thank you for the chocolates.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to keep in touch with her fellow fashion cookies..if only to have some more of your chocolate from them, she giggled to herself.

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Valentines Day was just one of many occasions to show how much you adore your cookies, even newcomers that had joined you were never treated any differently then ones that have been with you since the beginning. A chocolate from you is enough to make their day, maybe even their whole month!

[un-love]

drunk voicemails with svt (part 2)

a/n: after 11 months, it's completed lol. i'm sorry for taking so long, i'm terrible at this writing thing

find part 1 here

♡॒ dokyeom

i keep thinking about that night. all the things you said, the things i said. the hurt in your eyes. i wish i had reached a hand out to wipe your tears. i wish i could go back and tell myself to stop avoiding my feelings under the pretence of giving you space. but i can't. the only thing left to do now is wonder. and drink. in that order. to wonder if there's a chance that you didn't mean it. if it breaks your heart as much as it breaks mine. if your days are as miserable as mine, or if you've moved on. does it make me a terrible person to hope you feel incomplete without me? your side of the bed is still unslept on, your clothes still living in my closet. you're still here, so why won't you talk to me? i'm starting to lose track of the voice mails i've left you, i'm sorry

♡॒ mingyu

oh hey. this went straight to voicemail...i know we just parted ways but i miss you. we're still at the bar and if i don't say this now, i never will. i spent half the night looking at you, i know you knew. you looked beautiful. i should be feeling embarrassed or something but the liquor has washed away the shame. i can't leave this unsaid anymore. okay? it hurts to go through the same motions everyday. i don't want to spend my days wishing cheol invites you to dinner every evening. i don't want to steal quick glances at you just because i'm afraid you'll disappear if i look away. don't wanna see you in anyone's arms but mine. want to walk you home without being worried about what you think of me. but you already know this, don't you? you've always been able to look right through me. you probably think i've said too much, but i swear, nothing i say will ever come close enough to how i feel about you. i almost want to take it back, but i won't. not tonight.

♡॒ minghao

i think of you when i'm sitting down to eat, when my friends buy mint chocolate ice cream or when i see the shirt you gifted me discarded in the back of my closet. the sunset was three different shades of pink last saturday and i almost sent you a picture. can you come back to me? the winter chill has permanently made a home in my bones and i'm lost without your touch. the threads of sanity i'm hanging on by are worn out now. my best friend is giving me a look that says he wants to leap across the bar and snatch my phone, but i don't care. i want to make it right. call me please.

♡॒ seungkwan

you were right. i'm not okay...i'm doing terribly. *laughs* nothing is okay. it hurts everywhere. it hurts when i close my eyes, it hurts when i take a breath and it hurts when i think about how i've pushed away everyone who wanted to help me. i keep having this dream where you refuse to let go of my hand. i'm cold. everything around me is crumbling and i think it's my fault. i can't say that i don't deserve this, but i need you now. will you come to me? will you come and hold my hand?

♡॒ vernon

i have been meaning to ask you this. i- yeah. you remember that dress you have? the long black one with sequins all over it? you look so beautiful in that. AND when you put up your hair and i can see your pretty face? stunning. why is it so hard for me to say these things to your face, dammit? it's all true. i wanted to tell you this before we— well the reason i'm calling is because i wanted to ask you to be my date to the wedding. and no, no that's not the only reason why i'm telling you how beautiful you are. it's one of the reasons. the other one is that i'm drunk! you're gorgeous, angelic even. and you still will be tomorrow, when i'm sober. so you know, back to the fact that i need a date. i mean i need You to be my date. i would love that. so ... call me back, yeah? is it odd that i already imagined how you would look on my arm in that dress? probably. i'm hanging up now-

♡॒ chan

i'm looking at the clock ticking and the numbers are blurry but the only thing on my mind is that your flight is in six hours. and then in another twelve hours you'll be in my arms. you and me. it's always been you, you know? the thought of us not having to be apart ever again is making me crazy, i'm sorry. i'm not jinxing it, right? god. the first thing we're doing is going down to my favourite ice cream place!!! i'll drive you back home and to work everyday. and when you put your hand against mine, it'll be soft. it won't be cold, hard glass anymore. can you fucking believe that? it's going to be incredible. come to me soon.

[peetamellarkenjoyer1]

in the days leading up to May 8th, Peeta is much busier than usual.

the first May that she and Peeta were together following the war, Katniss was genuinely perplexed as to where Peeta kept disappearing off to during the first week of May, but now, she usually knows what to expect. when she awakes, she’s greeted by a bouquet of wildflowers on her bedside table. as she admires the dandelions and daisies, Peeta walks in with a tray carrying homemade french toast, eggs, and a glass of chocolate milk since it’s too warm for hot cocoa, and proceeds to shower her with tens of other gifts throughout the day.

birthdays are, of course, a rather touchy time in the districts, since they serve as a bittersweet reminder of the Games. some birthday mornings, Katniss is overwhelmed with the memory of Prim’s hugs and worried looks as Katniss left to sign up for tessarae after tessarae, the only way she was able to feed them during the less prolific hunting days.

the best gift she ever recieved, though, was the necklace that she got the May after her and Peeta’s toasting ceremony. as it turned out, he had been planning it for months. in march, he mailed Effie a package, containing a letter, a sketch of a design for the necklace, a check that he calculated should cover the cost, and a single pearl. by late april, he recieved the necklace, inlaid with the pearl, made to the exact specifications he requested. Katniss immediately burst into tears upon opening it. and so, even on Katniss’s worst days, the effort and time Peeta put into loving her always managed to warm her heart.

(i got the idea about the pearl being inlaid into a necklace from @triassictriserratops. i have not stopped thinking about that since i read it.)

[bimbo-writer]

♡Loving you in all the right ways♡

How each of the dorm leaders spend valentine's day with you. Also how they treat you in bed. :]

Riddle will absolutely take you out shopping and spend the while day with you and make it all about you.

He wants to show you just how much he loves you and how much it means that you chose him as your partner.

However what he dosen't let you know is that he's been studying how to be better in bed.

We all know that he's a shy boy and was very sheltered growing up so it makes sense that once he was finally in a relationship he made a few mistakes :(

After the very long day of pampering you he takes you back to the dorm when no one's around and lays you on the bed straddling your hips before leaning down to kiss you.

"Please let me spoil you and take the lead tonight"

Your taken off guard at first but eventually you say fuck it and let him take the lead.

That night was one of the best you've ever had especially when he started to dirty talk you and degrade you like you had told him about.

In terms of bed experience he's gentle at first but slowly picks up the pace and starts to really get into it.

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Leona honestly couldn't care less at first to the point you thought he had completely forgot.

That was until you went to visit him only to see his room decorated with small hearts and a little bag on his surprisingly neat bed.

Your really happy telling him how much this means coming from him and how cute it was to so this for you.

"Dont get too happy the fun hasn't even started yet"

You where confused until he pushed the little bag to you and you finally saw what was inside.

He had bought you tight lace black lingerie

The smirk on his face told you that you where in for a long night.

As for how the night went it was rough and hard because as soon as he saw the lingerie on you he immediately ripped it off tearing the fabric promising to buy you a new better set.

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Azul absolutely sees valentine's day as a marketing profit and nothing else

That was until he was finally in a relationship with you and experienced first hand why people bought stupid things like flowers and chocolates for their partners.

This year he wanted to run a special at the lounge with cute maids and butlers running the shop for people who where single on valentine's day.

He asked you to try on the maid outfit with the excuse that if you liked it you could work that day and whatever you sold would be your profit.

You happily agreed thinking the extra cash would come in handy later on for a special occasion.

What you didn't realize was how much Azul would like the mid outfit on you.

As soon as you stepped into his office to show him he immediately asked you to lock the door.

"My love please forgive me you just look so ravishing in that outfit"

Once you did he had you sit on his desk as he made a complete mess of you as your juices dripped onto some of the papers below you.

He ate you out like a starved man on the brink of death.

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Kalim is all over the idea of spoiling you more than he already does. He finds the day as an excuse to take you sight seeing all over him home country.

He has you trying all kinds of different foods and dragging you all over to look at animals and street performers.

After a very long day of sightseeing he has you come back to his house to stay the night with him.

Not thinking right you simply start to undress with Kalim still in the room

He immediately gets very flustered and starts to look away until you cup his cheeks pulling him into a kiss.

"Wait- not here we still need to take a shower so... let's finish there"

You didn't want to waste another second standing around and dragged him to the shower.

That shower was one of the best you've ever had with Kalim touching and fondling all your sensitive areas. He was so gentle with you not wanting to hurt you.

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Vil is very neutral about the day since it means he receives various gift and fan mail because of his popularity.

However he isn't oblivious to the day completely it's just more of a hassle to deal with.

So when you surprise him at work with a very seductive outfit that highlighted all your curves he almost wanted to faint.

He was at a loss for words and so was his co-star Neige how just so happened to be on set as the main role.

Vil would not stand for your obvious tricks at getting a rise out of him so he grabbed your hand before anyone noticed and took you to his dressing room.

"Little brat you just had to wear that little skirt and show off your ass"

Needless to say he hit it from the back on a 15 minute break and left your knees weak and cheeks red. It's not his fault your just so damn bratty.

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Idia is in no way happy about the holiday since he thinks it's nothing but an excuse for people to be outside and show PDA.

You didn't exactly know what to do with Idia since he was always in his room and refused to come out for anything on certain holidays.

With nothing else really in mind you decided to try and do something that would be sure to get a reaction out of him.

You put on your best dark blue lingerie and went over to his dorm with the excuse you wanted to play some games.

Once you stepped into his room and made sure the door was locked you started to take your hoodie off showing every curve of your breast

When he turned around to ask what character you wanted to be you swear he almost fainted at seeing you dressed like that

"W- what are you doing is this some kind of scheme to get me to be all lovey dovey?"

It took a minute for him to calm down after you also pulled your shorts off and showed that it was a matching set

After he calmed down you convinced him to at least try having a fun night

And boy was it a fun night. After he got over the initial shock he really started to get into it showing you no mercy. I'm talking heavy degradation and roleplay, it's really your fault for wearing such lewd garments.

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Mallues didn't know what exactly valentine's day was but he knew that it was a day for spoiling your loved ones and special partners.

You decided that the two of you should simply do all the stereotypical things that couples do like picnics and buying each other gifts

What you didn't expect was for him to straight up propose to you in front of half him dorm.

"Will you make he the happiest person and marry me?"

It wasn't the fact that he proposed that left you speechless it was the fact he had to do it in a public setting with so many people around.

Of course you told him that while yes you would that you wanted the relationship to go a little slower.

After that whole fiasco you decided it was a good time to show him your valentine's day gift. You led him to the room and locked the door saying you had a surprise for him.

When he finally saw what the surprise was he didn't know how to react at first leaving you upset.

"Am I supposed to get undressed too?"

His lack of knowledge for this was hurting the mood so you decided to take the lead and start kissing him while grinding on his hips.

After a few minutes of kissing he started to get the idea and put his hands on your hips pushing you down harder.

"I'm not completely sure how to do this but you seem to be enjoying yourself so let's make this a night to remember"

In the end you took the lead once you actually started however he seemed to understand what you wanted and helped you reach multiple orgasms.

Hey sorry I've been gone :(

Just haven't really been in the mood to write but I figured I could leave this here for you guys. :)

[kittynannygaming]

[Dead Boy Detectives] A gift

Title: A gift

Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives

Rating: G

Characters: Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland, Niko Sasaki, Crystal Palace, Tragic Mick, Jenny Green

Pairing: Charles Rowland/Edwin Payne

Niko Sasaki loves her ghostly friends and wants the best for them. So she goes to see Tragic Mick to find a gift for them.

On AO3

“Hello Mick.”

“Niko! Alone today?”

“Yes. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Of course. You have a perfect timing, I was going to take a break.” They walked into Mick’s office and he prepared some hot chocolate.

“There. I hope you’ll like it.” Niko took a sip.

“Ah! I love it. It reminds me of the one my grandmother always did for me when it was rainy and I couldn’t go out.” Mick hummed.

“You wanted to ask something?”

“Yes. I know you do Edwin and Charles’ disguises. Can you do ones that look like themselves but like today’s teens?” She kept drinking her chocolate with little sips.

“Edwin and Charles asked me the same thing and I will give you the answer I gave them. To do a 100% look alike disguise, laws indicates that you need to wait 250 years. They didn’t ask any more questions after that.” Mick seemed disappointed about that. Suddenly, an idea popped-up.

“What if the disguise is not 100%. Could you do, for example, a female version of themselves?” Mick smiled.

“That I can do, darling Niko.” Niko smiled at him. “That I can do.” he whispered just before sipping the last of his drink.

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It was a sad day for the members of the Dead Boy Detectives Agency.

“Mail!” yelled the mail-man, making the four people in the room jump.

“One day…” warned Charles.

“Mail, and a message from Mick. You need to go and see him before leaving.” The mail-man disappeared.

They grumbled and resumed the task they were doing: packing up Niko’s possessions.

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“Mick! You wanted to see us?”

“Charles! Indeed. Edwin, Crystal and lady that I don’t know.”

“I’m Jenny. I’m their landlady.”

“You’re a good friend Jenny. She was there when we got your message. We were packing Niko’s stuff to send back to her mother.”

“I’m sorry to hear about Niko. I gave her a little bear figurine. Do you still have it?” Crystal took it out of her pocket. “Keep it. You should also learn more about polar bear. Now! I called you here because Niko came to ask me a favour. Edwin, Charles. You asked me if I could make you a disguise that look like you.”

“I remember, you said you couldn’t.”

“No. I said that I could only do a disguise that looked 100% you after 250 years. Niko find the loophole: I could make a disguise that it’s not 100% you.”

“You can?”

“I have. All I had to do, on Niko’s advice, is to make a disguise that look like you but as a girl.”

“Put it on! I want to see!” exclaimed Crystal.

“These ones are special. They last longer, up to 8 hours, but they take 24 hours to recharge.” Mick gave Charles and Edwin a bracelet. They were the same except for the name on it: Charlotte and Edwina. They put it on and instantly became their female-selves, with today’s clothes.

“You are gorgeous!” Jenny said with enthusiasm. Edwin and Charles couldn’t get their eyes off of each other. Crystal rolled her eyes and waved her hand to Mick and Jenny to leave the lovebirds alone.

“You’re ravishing.” told Edwina to Charlotte, who blushed.

“And you are so beautiful I just want to kiss you.”

“Don’t mock me. I’m probably not that beauteous.”

“You don’t see yourself but it’s ok, we will find a mirror and I’ll show you. And I don’t mock you. I really, really want to kiss you. Can I?” Edwina looked at her and nodded slightly. It was everything Edwin imagined a first kiss with the person he loved most would feel. Even better. “I want to take you on a date.”

“A date?”

“Yes, unless you... don’t want to?” Charlotte was hesitant.

“I want. I want! I just didn’t thought you would want though.”

“I’m going to chaperone you two, just so you know!” yelled Crystal from Mick’s office.

“I wanted to go to see a movie with you and maybe a walk in the park?”

“This would be wonderful, Charlotte.”

They smiled to each other. Even from the other side, Niko got them an amazing gift. She was the best sister Edwin could ask for.

[hairstevington]

Hi! I would love to see the 1st Valentine’s Day prompt(a bouquet of their favourite flowers) for steddie! Specifically Eddie bringing Steve flowers(idk why but I’m a firm believer that Steve secretly loves getting gifted flowers lol!). If you do do this thank you so much!! <3333

Ahhhhhh yes LET’S GOOOO!!! Thanks for the request! (Ao3 link here!)

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Some reeeeal fluffy shit, Eddie secretly pining over his best friend Steve, gay scheming, romance

A/N: This ended up being a bit more than just flowers, but hopefully it suffices! If anyone else is interested here is the prompt post, I also took inspiration from this cute lil post by @grandwretch :)

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Eddie always teased Steve about his romantic conquests. They frequently discussed best practices for him to woo women - including knowing their favorite color, their birthday, their favorite movie, etc. Eddie watched Steve date beautiful woman after beautiful woman, always putting in so much effort and getting so little back.

That's probably why Eddie started doing it.

"Should I get her the blue bracelet or the green one?" Steve would ask.

"I dunno man, what's her favorite color?"

"Blue. But her eyes are green."

"Get the blue. The two colors look good together anyway," Eddie answered as if he was somehow the person to ask about such things. He'd never really dated anyone, but he'd seen a lot of movies, and watched a lot of high school couples date each other.

"Thanks," Steve would say. He was always appreciative for the second opinion, even though the opinion was based on nothing.

"No problem," Eddie smiled. "Hey, what's your favorite color?"

Any time Steve asked for advice, Eddie would eventually turn it back on Steve. It was all part of his master plan, you see - he wanted to make Steve feel special on Valentine's Day. Not in a gay way, he told himself. Steve's my friend, it's not like that.

He tried to convince himself he was doing it platonically, or because it would be funny to see Steve all flustered, but deep down Eddie knew that it was far more than that.

But him and Steve were friends, and that's all they'd ever be, and he'd accepted that.

A week before Valentine's Day, there was a package on Steve's doorstep addressed to him. He wasn't expecting any mail, and the box was so haphazardly wrapped it was almost scary. Like, he was pretty sure he'd seen this exact set-up in a horror movie. Main character gets mysterious package that ends up ruining their life.

(It didn't end up ruining his life, but it sure as hell changed it)

Inside the box was a teddy bear - one of those real cutesie ones you find at a giftshop this time of year. Steve was confused, and wondered if it was even delivered to the right place - sure enough, there was a handwritten note that confirmed it. I call him Steve Bearington, it read. Steve smiled, but still had no idea who it was from. The girl that he'd gone on a few dates with could never have been responsible for the disastrous way the gift was wrapped. He shrugged. It must have been a secret admirer - he got those sometimes.

He told Eddie about it the next day, and Eddie pretended to act surprised. He didn't want to give his secret away, especially when he went so far as to ask some random person to write out the stupid note so that Steve wouldn't recognize his handwriting. He probably should have asked them to wrap it, too, but whatever. Steve was so happy about it, so Eddie continued with his plan.

Eddie learned that Steve liked sour candy over chocolate, so he got him some. Then he wrote him a poem - it wasn't, like, the greatest thing ever written, but Eddie did tend to have a way with words. He delivered the candy two days before Valentine's Day, and on the eve of the holiday he had one of his other friends discreetly stick the poem on Steve's front door and ding-dong-ditch while he and Eddie were hanging out, just to throw him off his game even more.

"Oh my god, they did it again," Steve said when he picked the poem from the door. "Who is this person?" Eddie appreciated that he said person, instead of woman.

"What does it say?" Eddie asked, biting his lip to keep from grinning. He watched as Steve read it to himself first, his brow furrowing.

"It's, uh," he said, folding it nicely and putting it in his pocket. "It's good."

Hell yeah it is, Eddie thought to himself.

Steve had a date on Valentine's Day - Eddie knew this, and it was to be expected anyway, since Steve almost always had a date on most days. He was leaving at 7, so Eddie showed up at 6.

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Steve didn't have much more to do to get ready for the date - he was already having a good hair day, and he'd picked out an outfit that had done him well in the past. He just was still caught up on who wrote him that poem.

Nobody had written him a poem before, like ever. Steve hadn't ever attempted to write one for anyone else. He wasn't that good at analyzing them in English class, so he'd grown a bit tired of poetry as a whole.

But the one left on his front door sparked a new appreciation for it.

He was confused when the doorbell rang, because he wasn't expecting anybody. Then, he wondered if maybe, he'd find another poem out there.

Instead, he found Eddie. Well, actually, he found a person standing there with flowers covering their face, but the mane of curly brown hair surrounding the flowers gave him away.

They were daisies. Eddie was probably the only person in the world that knew Steve liked daisies, and it wasn't even something he'd explicitly said. He just knew he was drawn to them when he saw them, and he'd pointed them out a few times while he was with Eddie.

"Special Valentine's delivery for Harrington!" Eddie announced, letting himself in. Steve watched as he set them on the table, confident as always, a bright smile on his face. But Steve was mostly just confused.

"What...the hell?" Eddie's bravado faltered just a little bit.

"Hasn't anyone ever gotten you flowers before?" Eddie asked.

"No, but I've bought a lot of flowers before, and -"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Eddie interrupted. "My point exactly. You deserve flowers too, Steve."

"God, what's with all the gifts from people this week?" Steve whined, completely overwhelmed. "Between this and the secret admirer thing, I just -"

Steve's head was spinning, and he wasn't the most observant person, but he did have enough sense to notice the way Eddie winced at the mention of the secret admirer.

"Yeah, well," Eddie said, his tone softer than before. "Like I said, you deserve it."

There was a thick silence as Steve realized what was happening.

"Eddie..." he said, putting it all together. Eddie was the only one who would have known to get him any of that stuff. Steve openly told Eddie all kinds of things he never admitted to anyone else, because he didn't think Eddie was paying attention. He certainly didn't think Eddie had been filing it away to do this.

"I hope you have a good date tonight," Eddie said, suddenly feeling quite stupid about this whole thing. He turned to leave, but Steve stopped him.

"The poem - you wrote it?" Eddie nodded.

Steve thought about straight-up reciting it to Eddie in that moment, to prove to him just how much he liked it. He'd read it so many times it was burned into his brain, just as he wanted it to be.

Huh.

He wasn't expecting this from his best friend, but he was shocked at how weird it didn't feel. Finding out Eddie had been his secret admirer just made sense.

"Doesn't have to be a big deal," Eddie mumbled. "I just - I don't want this to - Like, I'm sorry if -"

"I gotta go cancel my plans with Deb," Steve said.

"What?"

"She'll live. Besides, it wouldn't be that cool of me to go out with someone when I'm thinking about someone else."

"What?" Eddie repeated. He really didn't expect to get this far. "What are you saying?"

Steve smiled - his brilliant, trademark smile that always made Eddie feel warm inside.

"Do you wanna be my Valentine, Munson?"

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[thepaperpanda]

Chocolates || Keigo Takami x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary:  As the second most popular hero in Japan, Hawks receives numerous Valentine's Day gifts, which can make you feel a bit uncertain about the gift you've chosen for him.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1110

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

It was hard to believe. Your day was spent making your own chocolate for Keigo, but here you were facing your flat's doors, staring at the mountain of gifts. It's kind of what you expected. It was Valentine's Day and your man was the number two hero in all of Japan, so of course everyone sent him gifts. The majority of them look more expensive than yours. And to make matters worse, he appeared quite happy and amused by this fact.

While slowly moving the boxes inside the flat, he asked, "Can you see those?" His voice was filled with happiness. "People truly love me and those are the only perks of being number two that I can adapt to," he joked, but stopped, watching your rather unhappy expression. "What? Aren't you happy?"

As you looked at the boxes, you felt more and more ashamed.  As you shifted your bag onto your back, you fake smiled at him. "As a matter of fact, my boyfriend is the second-best hero."

A smug smile crossed his lips as he agreed. "That's true." 

As soon as Hawks finished moving all the packages into the flat, he closed the door and began peering through them to see what he had received. "Look at that, Y/N! I think we will have chocolate for half a year."

Before reading the card aloud, you muttered, "Well...," and looked at one of the boxes. "For my one and only hero. Oh, how cute." 

He approached you, smiled a little too triumphantly, and put his arm around your shoulders. "Hey, smile at me. The fact they are all addressed to me doesn't change the fact I am sharing them with my one and only girl."

You cringed a bit. "C'mon, they're all yours. Girls sent them to their beloved Hawks, not Hawks and his girlfriend. In all honesty, I am jealous."

"My babyboo is jealous of me!" He mused and kissed your cheek.

"How could I not?!" You demanded, angrily. "Look at those! Some of those are more expensive than what I made."

"And what did you get for me on the occasion of Valentine's Day?"

With a sigh, you glanced at the boxes again and thought, "I got you something nice, but as I look at all the gifts, it does not seem that pleasant anymore. Since I'm tired, I'm going to the bedroom."

"Come on, before that, I want to see what did you get for me, I'm more than sure it's something fancy and beautiful."

As you sigh, you reached into your bag and pulled out a nice, hand-made box. "Today, I went to my best friend's house and she was making chocolates for her man. I decided to try it too."

To examine the box, he drew nearer. "Is there chocolate inside?"

"No. I made you a box to keep all those feathers you lose every day," you replied sarcastically. "Of course it's chocolate inside, sweetie. What else could it be?”

Keigo chuckled while tapping your nose with his gloved palm despite the sarcasm in your tone. "Perhaps an engagement ring? Since I am aware of your openness, I believe I can expect anything from you. You know I love sweets, but because there's chocolate in, I'm even happier, even though you're the sweetest candy of them all."

You rolled your eyes, groaning and crossing your arms over your chest as you blushed. "In this pile of fan mail, there must be an engagement ring somewhere, I bet."

"Good. We can sell it then!"

Then you burst into laughter, covering your mouth in delight.

"What!"

"Nothing! Just... It will be weird if a pro suddenly starts selling engagement rings," you laughed and turned your attention to him. "Let's change, and we can eat those chocolates on the balcony. I'm curious and scared to see how they turn out."

"I believe they'll be delicious, but I don't know if you should eat them.”

"And why is that?” You raised an eyebrow curiously.

He took hold of your plan and brought it to his lips, kissing it. "You are aware of my affection for you. And while eating chocolate can help your brain produce endorphins, it can also lead you to gain weight. I'm just worried about your well-being."

With your eye twitching from anger, you commented, "I'm afraid I may end up in jail for murdering Japan's number two. Are you trying to say that I am fat, and you don't want me to gain even more weight?” 

"You said that you're fat," he commented with a shrug. "I didn't say anything about you being too big."

Frowning, you grabbed the box from him. "I'll send those to Jeanist or even better, Endeavor himself. I'm sure he'll love them," you smiled at him. I don't want my favorite bird boy to get too heavy to fly. I'm just worried about your health and well-being," you mocked back.

"Ey! Give me my chocolate back!"

"My one and only hero needs to stay in tip-top shape!" You shrugged. "That means no chocolate for ya."

Keigo rushed for one of the boxes he had been given, opened it, and crammed a number of chocolate pralines into his mouth.

"It was obvious that you liked those more than mine," you sighed sadly. "Oh, well. It's time to change my boyfriend."

"So give me my gift back. I want to judge myself."

As you showed him your tongue, you said, "Okay... But I need a kiss in return."

He inhaled deeply, swallowed the pralines, and then walked over to give you a quick kiss on the lips. "Would you kindly let me in on a little secret right now? Did you add salty caramel to the chocolate you made? Tell me you did."

You shrugged with a cocky smile. "It may have happened, or it may not have happened. I think you'll need to find out for yourself, baby."

He snatched the box out of your hands and stuffed his mouth with two pieces of chocolate. A loud hum soon followed.

"Do you like it?" You walked up and took one for yourself..

"Aaaahhmmm mhhmm," he hummed, enjoying the salty taste spilling over his tongue.

You kissed his cheek, giggling. "Even I am happy now that they are excellent."

"Good? They're flawlessly fantastic."

You smiled and ruffled his messy hair, resting your head on his shoulder. "Happy Valentine's Day, Big Bird."

He ran the tip of his tongue along his lips, then planted a brief kiss on your cheek. "Okay. So now! While watching TV, let's examine the other chocolates I've received. Both of us merit some sweetness. Sweet Valentine's, honey."

[taskforcedistortion]

pelipper mail! for arianna!

a biggggg seviper and arbok plush that you can cuddle with, and various candies. some fruit flavored and some chocolate.

and a note that says, "don't think too hard about what day it is, but thanks for looking after me ma'am. you've been one of the best people to me here, and really in a long time. - z"

@newvillainontheblock

[When she got the gifts she couldn't help the smile on her face from forming, feeling touched at the gifts and wondering who sent them, Her first thought was one of her sons, though her bio son had sent his mother's day gift really early in the morning and her adopted son had sent his in the afternoon. Then she read the note, Arianna ended up rereading it, a few times really. Until the words echoed in her head.

She heard a worried hissing noise from behind her, and something lapping at the side of her face, turning to see the curious but concerned eyes of her Arbok.

That's when she realized she had started crying a bit, wiping the tears from her face and consoling her large cobra, then sending a message to Zee.

"Thank you so much for the gifts dearie, I love them 🥰"

Then a second right after

"Also stop by my office when you can because I really want to hug the crap out of you now."]

[pixieprince]

Ortie!! I’m really sorry this is late, but… I got you some Palentine’s chocolate! Or, well, I got Arven to make some, it’s a long story, cuz I may have forgotten to buy chocolate until yesterday…

But!! It’s sooo good, you’ve got to try some. And also… thanks for being my friend, through everything. I hope you know you’re super important to me! Hasta la vistar~*

Pelipper Mail!

[There’s a lot of chocolate here! There’s some truffles decorated to look like regular Poké Balls and Luxury Balls specifically, some ruby chocolate pink chocolate hearts, and one big, standout bonbon drizzled with pink icing and topped with pink fairy wings… the inside’s filled with a bunch of other treats?!]

Uuuuh, late? Luvdisc Day is just a day, tbh. You're not seriously apologizing for getting me a gift just cuz it's a different day.

And I mean, I thought Luvdisc Day was about, like... romance and stuff anyway. But, yaknow, as long as you're offering-! Gimme gimme!!!

...

What. The. HECK!! Now I AM mad!!! I could seriously have had all this awesome candy yesterday? It could all be in my tummy right now?? Agh, I'm gonna have to eat so fast to catch up... woe is me, guess I'm gonna haveta eat allll this delicious chocolate right now to make up for lost time...

...And just so you know, you're really totally the worst. Like, actually. It's not like... you totally saved me from all those bullies or anything, or introduced me to all of my best besties, or are really really cool and smart, or... anything.

...Yeah, you BETTER feel bad about giving me this chocolate late!!!!

[baatarthefirst]

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know what to send with you."

"Callum loves everything about Xadia. You could give him a blade of grass and he'd be bouncing off the walls."

"Very funny." she rolled her eyes. She didn't know Amaya's nephews as well as she would like, but with Ezran at least she could count on his love of sweets. For his birthday, she had the cooks pile together their best dessert recipes (and because he was a king and it seemed proper, she'd also sent a chess set). There was a chocolate smudge on the letter that had him claiming the black pieces and giving his first move. They'd been playing a game by mail ever since.

But Callum was harder, he liked books, so Kazi would be her best bet, but...she couldn't give up the few books they had, even if it was a children's book, it was culturally important now; virtually irreplaceable.

"What are you giving him?"

"Nope. You have to think of something."

"I can't...I don't want to send him something he hates... I want him to like me."

"He likes you already, and so do I." Amaya kissed her cheek, "Just pick something."

....

"I mean," Callum lifted the heavy present as he considered it, "it's....nice."

"I like the color." Ezran offered, trying to look on the bright side, as always."

"I just don't know why Queen Janai would give me a sunfire shield..."

"It's my fault. She was a nervous wreck trying to chose the perfect gift and I finally told her to just pick something. Next thing I know, I'm hauling an extra shield half way around the world."

"What's to be a wreck about?"

"She wants you two to like her."

"Ohhh...are things getting serious, with your elf not-friend?" Callum asked with a grin that reminded Amaya of Sarai. She tried to cover a blush by flipping his hair.

"They are! She's blushing, Callum! " Ezran pointed at his aunt and started to sing while signing, "Aunt Amaya and Queen Janai sitting in the mist, it still won't hide the fact they ki-rrrphhh." Amaya pulled him in close with one arm and covered his mouth with the other.

As Soren and Corvus playfully tackled her to save their king, Callum heaved the shield over to the shelves to the left of the covered mirror, "I'll just send a thank you note telling her how much I like it. It's the thought the counts, right?"

There was no answer from the dogpile.

[zylophie]

(=^_^=) — day 5 featuring yoisaki kanade

knock knock!

heres some mail!

ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊ 💌

⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...anon is typing... ♡

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

❝Christmas No.5 with Kanade... Ty❞

━━❝Keep me warm tonight❞

"A-Achoo!"

"Kanade.. It's alright we are nearly back at your place."

You said as you tried to warm up Kanade as best as you could. Since it started to unexpectedly snow, Kanade did not have any winter wear when visiting her Dad at the hospital.

You were only lucky enough to catch her. However, you didn't have any spare jackets so you had to give her yours while you hold her hand to generate more body heat for her.

"T-Thank you [n-name].."

"Don't mention it. Should I go and buy you winter wear? I've never seen you dressed in any other clothing besides the same old sweater."

"Ah.. N-no need to, I do have winter wear but I just didn't expect it to snow and thought I'll be fine in my casual clothes.."

"Please be more cautious next time.. I would hate for you to be sick."

And just like that, you both reached your destination, Kanade's house. Luckily it wasn't a long distance as Kanade couldn't stop sneezing.

Kanade then reached for her pockets to get her key to open the door. However she was shaking a lot due to being to cold and kept missing the keyhole.

You ended up needing to help her open the door.

"T-Thanks a l-lot [name].. Sorry f-for the bother.."

As Kanade flashed a sad smile at you. However, instead of you leaving afterwards, you came into her house.

"Sorry if I'm intruding but I wanna make sure you feel a little better before I leave."

"Ah.. It's alright n-no need t- Achoo!"

"Nuh-uh! I'm not leaving you until you feel better."

As you supported Kanade back into her room and tucked her under her blanket before going into the kitchen.

You decided to make ginger tea, as you heard it helps with the cold. You were quite glad that you gifted Kanade different types of tea every month as you would be in a pickle if she didn't have it.

-Unfortunately, Kanade had finished the whole set of teabags you've given her. On one side, you were glad she drank them due to the benefits the teas produced but it's a bit complicated now.

You tried to search your bag to see if there was anything else you had before you had to turn to just hot water.

CLUNK!

You touched a flask and pulled it out.

"Ah right, I did make hot chocolate before I left my house today in case I felt cold. I think it should be fine if I give this to Kanade.. I didn't put any milk in it."

As you returned to Kanade's room. However she was sneezing a little bit more.

"Here Kanade, I haven't touch my flask at all but there's warm hot chocolate in it. It should be better than normal water due to the effects of the dark cacao."

"Ah t-thank ACHOO [name].."

»»-----► After some hours... ❍✧

"You seem to be better now, your sneezing has reduced even if it is just a little."

"Yeah, all thanks to you [name]! Choo- I feel a lot better."

"That's great to hear. I'll bring you more teabags when I visit tomorrow. Please re-"

"W-wait! Please don't leave."

"Keep me warm tonight.."

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from Santa X!

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Make sure not to get sick and hydrate everyone!

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[lorata]

I’m now just imagining Lyme and Brutus comparing stats and mocking each other over how many capitolites think they could take them in a fight. Misha definitely fans the flames somehow

re: this post

I wanted to get this done before the holidays, but my brain took a vacation, so. here's a late gift for everyone. enjoy!

It starts, as with so many things, with an envelope. Delivered with the monthly mail, wrapped in a crimson ribbon, containing a scant few sheafs of paper. Ronan, designated handler of unassigned packages deemed safe by the VA, slides his bone-handled knife along the top edge and removes the contents. He pauses while everyone in the room pretends they’re not trying to peek.

Misha has gotten better at her poker face. Not that she was ever bad at lying — she won her Games with the best damn grift the Arena had seen in a decade — but for a dedicated con artist who can, and has, literally fooled everyone around her to save her life, a ridiculous urge to gloat passes over her when the stakes are low. Devon will catch her peeking around corners or spying from the windows or cackling like a cartoon villain from behind the sofa just because it’s funny.

“You could get away with it if you didn’t do this,” he said once, when her wide grinning over a prank on Callista got her resigned to cat-box duty for an entire week. “I watched your Games in Residential. You even had the trainers fooled. Do you want to get caught?”

“Yes,” Misha said with exaggerated patience. “It’s half the fun. Some tricks are good when they’re anonymous, but most of them are better when they know who played them.” Then she snapped the top of the garbage bag open and closed so the scent of cat turds wafted up into Devon’s face, and he kicked her in the shin.

They agreed ahead of time, though. This one is only funny if it’s organic, and he made Misha swear. No gloating, no grinning, not a hint that they’re involved.

“Uh, okay, sure, but you’re the one who confesses to Daddy any time you think you’ll get in trouble,” Misha scoffed. “So maybe worry less about me.”

Sometimes he thinks Misha hit her head in the Arena.

But for now, Misha’s sneaking glances like the rest of them but also using the distraction to nick one of Callista’s brandy chocolates (which are also … BDSM-themed? one of them has handcuff-shaped drizzle, and that one is, okay well that’s just a buttplug). Devon definitely stares at Misha too long, which would usually be a tell, but this time it’s because she took the strawberry vibrator truffle and his brain refuses to process the entire scenario.

(Earlier Emory ate the vanilla clitoris Callista offered her without even blinking, and he knows he and Misha will be debating whether she recognized it for the next three days.)

“Fascinating,” Ronan says, blank-faced to the end, and passes the envelope to his left without another word. Devon wants to be him when he grows up.

Brutus, next in line — perfect, excellent, thank you Ronan — stares at the paper for a long time. Turns it over, holds it close to squint at it (he will never get glasses, but probably should have five years ago), before finally recoiling like a wet cat and exploding: “Well this is some bullshit!”

Devon loves his mentor so much.

“Give me that.” Lyme snatches the paper away, then reads aloud in an incredulous voice: “‘Which of the following Victors, if any, do you think you could beat in a fight if you were unarmed?’ … What the fuck?”

“It’s a Capitol poll.” Ronan, placidly signing a stack of photographs, adds. “They aggregated the data. You can see the full methodology on the last page. It’s quite fascinating.”

“Social science,” Adessa sniffs dismissively.

“7% of Capitol citizens think they could beat you barehanded,” Ronan continues in the same helpful tone, to which Adessa sits bolt upright and hisses out I beg your fucking pardon in a tone of such icy poison that everyone in the room reflexively sits back.

Devon does not make eye contact with Misha — if he does they’re made, they’re done for, it’s the end of the fucking line — but she has to know. They cannot get caught now. Adessa will skin them and use their hide for tasteful sofa cushion covers. It’s the most fun he’s had in months.

“Poor Seeder is at the bottom,” Lyme says, which, yeah, okay. There are older Victors, but she’s the only one who never made a single kill. “Respect to the 33% who think they couldn’t take her, though. Some decent self-reflection there.”

Brutus has his thundercloud face on, and Misha cocks her head to the side. “Who’s at the top?”

Lyme’s grin turns sharp. Claudius, not an idiot, catches on. “Oh, hey, yeah, boss, who’s at the top? Who’s the one nobody says they can fight?”

“Nobody, technically.” Lyme tosses the envelope to Claudius. “2% of Capitol citizens think they can win a fight against me.” She pauses long enough to give it significant weight. “Without weapons. But five percent think they can take the big guy over there.”

Misha lets out a laugh so startled and delighted it’s obvious she didn’t fix the numbers. Devon watches as Brutus squints at her, then huffs in irritation, satisfied at her genuine reaction.

And he’s right, is the thing. Misha didn’t sabotage Brutus’ numbers — Devon did.

Each of them agreed to a limit of one interference, and made a pact not to boost their own mentor in the ranks, as that would be far too obvious. What Misha clearly did not understand, but Devon does, is that as much as he idolizes his mentor, killing Brutus’ results is far, far funnier.

And now it’s Claudius’ turn to frown at the results. “Huh,” he says slowly. “More people think they can fight me than —“

To his credit, he stops, but nobody in this room was Reaped yesterday. Petra pushes herself off her chair and snatches the papers out of his hands without a word. “Interesting,” she says crisply. “Innnnteresting. 45% for Claudius, 38% for me.”

Huh indeed. Petra is very much a badass, but Devon would swear that nobody in the Capitol remembers the girl with the mace, covered with blood and screaming for survival —

Misha catches his eye and twitches her eyelid in the briefest of winks before turning back to her autographs.

Huh. Looks like both of them did something unexpected with their given sabotage.

“Okay look.” Claudius holds up both hands. “You are a stone-cold badass. You hold the kill record, I am not arguing your numbers. But forty-five? Half? Half the Capitol thinks they could take me?”

“Perhaps they read the question incorrectly,” Callista suggests. Lyme chokes on her brandy and gives her an absolutely murderous glare, but Claudius only blinks at her. And yeah, the day Claudius gets a sex joke on the first try is the day Lyme dances ballet in a tutu. “Never mind, darling.”

Petra scans the rest of the page, nose wrinkled. “23% think they could defeat Odair. It’s an even spread of 30% for the One siblings. Did they even watch the Games, or just buy the fashion spreads?”

A shared look flickers across the gathering, quick as lightning, before Petra glances up. “The people remember what they want to remember,” Odin says, an understatement for the century, but Petra screws up her face in distaste and does not argue. He glances over her shoulder, eyebrows creeping into his hair. “And we must assume there is something of the ego, as well. 12% for me, my goodness.”

The packet makes it around the circle with mostly predictable results, a few outliers — far too many people think they could fight Emory, a fact she takes with good grace and Petra with outrage, and Johanna Mason apparently has the Capitol unduly terrified for a woman her size. There’s a tense moment when Enobaria learns she’s second on the list to Lyme and everyone braces for a scrap, but she only scoffs.

“They’re afraid of carbs.” Enobaria rolls her eyes. “They think a seven-minute workout will give them muscles like Nero. They don’t know anything. If we really want to know who’s stronger we can take it outside anytime.” Lyme raises her glass in salute, a rare moment of camaraderie.

“So,” Devon says that night, curled around Misha under the quilt. They’ve cracked the window for air, and crickets sing in the grass below. “Did you tank Claudius, or boost Petra?”

Her cheek stretches in a smile against his forehead. “I’m not telling.”

“I can’t believe people actually think they can beat any of us in a fight, though. Even Caleb, or Woof. Have you seen him when he’s sleeping?” Devon yawns. “You walk past his chair and he’ll crack your kneecap with that truncheon he keeps in his cupholder.”

“Eh. It was good fun. Plus it’s nice to remind everyone we’re dangerous.” Misha runs her fingers through Devon’s hair, nails dragging lightly across his scalp. “We could kill them all, if we wanted. We just choose not to. That’s why they pretend like they could fight us.”

There’s something about that, Devon thinks, something Brutus wouldn’t like, but Misha’s hand is soothing and his blanket cocoon is warm, and he sinks into sleep before the thought can fully form. If he forgets in the morning it can’t be that important, anyway.

[nakitengoku]

oc interview: 💙Vex💙

Shoutout to @mail-me-a-snail for tagging me in this post and also egging me along with getting into Cyberpunk 2077 and subsequently creating Vex 💫

(I don't have a single good photo of Vex so you instead get the Compilation of sillies I've drawn, many featuring Snail's Vance!)

💙 Name?

"Name's Vex, but call me anything you like."

💙 Nickname?

"Some people used to call me V, but that was a while ago."

He used to be called Ghost when he was younger, being able to slip into the background unnoticed at any moment, but he later grew out of that. When he eventually adopted the name V, it was less of a nickname and more of a stage name. It's mostly forgotten now, but some hardcore fans will still recognize and call him V.

💙 Gender?

"Prettyboy 💖"

💙 Star sign?

"Oh, I used to be really into these! If I remember right, My sun and moon are both Libra. Missy could probably tell you more about what that means though."

I decided to take one out of Max's book and use the first time i drew him as his birthday, which if we're going by the absolute first concept, was September 26, 2022. He's changed a Lot since then. Also, reading up on libras with Vex in mind is just 💥

💙 Height?

".....5'8."

He's actually 5'7 and a half.

💙 Orientation?

"Anyone able and willing. Why, you interested?"

If he cared enough about labels, it'd probably be pansexual. But by the end of the day, he doesn't really care what he gets called. As long as he gets what he wants out of it, anything's fine.

💙 Nationality/Ethnicity?

"White."

💙Favorite Fruit?

"Oh man, okay so I've only had it once at an after party forever ago, but it was this round, redish purple thing. When I bit into it, it was a little tart at first, but the inside was such a sweet taste that I was in heaven. By the time I finished and threw the pit away, there were no more left and I nearly cried. I haven't seen it since and I can't remember the name but man. Best organic thing I've ever tasted."

If you give this man a plum, he'd kill someone for you. Which isn't a lot given that that's his job, but still. He'd do it without expecting to be paid in money.

💙 Favorite season?

"Fall, for sure. While I was in Atlanta, they had these parks with trees that would change their colours to these gorgeous shades of reds and oranges. God, kinda makes me wish I could grow something like that here."

I don't actually know the plant life in Nevada or how much the temperature differentiates between the seasons in Night City, but I imagine that what shrubbery they do have there have leaves that are always green or simply non-existent. Vex saw a plant change colour outside of blooming and immediately fell in love with it.

💙 Favorite flower?

"Officially, Lilacs. But between you and me, I'm very partial to forget-me-nots."

He used to be gifted Lilacs all the time during his first career by Jonathan, his producer, but Vex always found himself enjoying the little forget-me-nots that acted as accent flowers than the actual lilacs themselves.

💙 Coffee, tea or Hot chocolate?

"Hot chocolate. Although, I will drink coffee in a pinch."

This man has the biggest sweet tooth. The amount of sugar he puts in his coffee before he chugs it down for the caffeine should be illegal. [I cannot judge bc I am the same way <3]

💙 Average hours of sleep?

'We talking Mean, Median or Mode?"

It varies so much that the actual average ends up being about 6, but um. Do not be fooled into thinking he's actually sleeping 6 hours every night. Think more along the lines of several all-nighters followed by crashing super hard for a day or two.

💙 Dog or cat person?

"Oh, a cat person. I'm just not home enough for a dog."

💙 Dream trip?

"I saw a pamplet once of Crater Lake in Oregon. It was something about the ten deadliest lakes in the world or something, but I'm just into how Blue it is. If I could, I'd visit the rest of those lakes too, but. Eh, I doubt it."

💙 Favorite Fictional Character?

"Hmm, it's a toss up between a side from this really long and old comic from the 2010's and the protagonist from a just as long manga from the 2000's. I think their names were Kanya and Ruffy? It's been 15 years though so don't quote me on that."

It's Kanaya from homestuck and Luffy from One Piece. He likes Kanaya because of her fashion sense and her dealing with the responsibility of her entire species on her shoulders. And he likes Luffy for his optimism and stubbornness. At one point, he imagined finding friends like Luffy did, being surrounded by so much devotion. The reasoning has since faded and he just barely remembers much about them now.

💙 Number of Blankets you sleep with?

"Eight. I like the weight and warmth."

His AC bill is through the fucking roof but he refuses to take a single blanket off, instead insisting on just making the rest of the room freezing. Giving him a weighted blanket wouldn't fix it, but he'd probably go down to five instead of eight.

💙 Random fact?

"When i was really little, my mom used to take me to a church. Don't think it exists any more, but I remember the Stain glass windows, how the light shone through and fell onto her. In normal lighting, I remember her looking pale a sickly, but once a week, with a statue of a half-god watching over us, my mother glowed. She was gorgeous.

"Anyway, I stopped going after she died. For a while it was because I never remembered what day it was, but later it was because I realized I only ever went to see my mom glow."

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Thank you for tagging me, Max! This was much longer than what i thought when i was getting into it but I'm still glad I did it.

I can't think of anyone specific who'd want to do this, so if you see this and want to give it a try, please do and tag me! I'd love to see your little blorbos :)

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Capricorn Season Chapter Thirty-Four Part 1

Word Count: 2k Table of Contents

9 am. Voices. Already. 

I didn't want to peel myself from the blankets. Their warmth clung to me, soft and heavy, like velcro. The thought of having to venture into the world was unbearable. 

I closed my eyes and rolled over, trying my best to ignore it. I had to get up soon and get my day started. I just wanted five more minutes. 

But then I heard it—my name, spoken tense and low. I cracked open my eyes and saw Peter and Jimmy huddled together, their faces tight with frustration. Peter's jaw was clenched, his eyes shadowed. Jimmy was hunched and small. The air between them was thick. 

Jimmy turned to me, looking caught. He was nervous. "One second." He said to Peter. He knelt down beside me and told me he would get us breakfast. He was dotting on me, more so than usual. 

"You don't have to do that. I'm getting up soon. I have to mail my film reels so I'll be up and about anyway." 

"I'll do that, don't worry," Peter said. We both looked at him, puzzled by his sudden kindness. He was wearing a toothy smile and looking back at us. 

"That would be great," I said and dropped my head back on the pillow. 

"No, don't worry, G, I can do it," Jimmy said with an apprehensive glint in his voice.

"Nonsense, I'll do it. A little peace offering."  "I don't care. Someone do it." I said with a flick of my hand. Jimmy returned to Peter's side and they left the room, continuing their talk. It sounded much more pleasant as Peter grabbed the envelope of film. 

Last night must have given him a change of heart. He saw that I was doing a good job and saw how helpful I was being. I had been trying to get him to see how wonderful I was. I think my hard work was finally paying off. 

For the last two weeks, ever since this feud with Bonzo started, I could tell Peter wasn't my biggest fan. I have been wracking my brain trying to come up with ways to get him to like me. I first tried to gift him with a baked good.  "Okay, I've got my list of ingredients." I smiled and sat my pen down on my grocery list.  "What do you need with a grocery list?" Robert asked.  "I'm going to make some brownies."  "Why?" Jonesy asked.  "She just wants Peter to like her." Bonzo teased. It bothered me how well he could see past my thin attempts at approval.  "No, it's just because I want everyone to have delicious brownies."  "You're a filthy liar!" Robert and Bonzo were upon me now. They were not the type to let this sort of thing go.  "I'll help." Jonesy said. 

"Thank you, John."

My next mission was to find Richard so we could grocery shop. He rented the car and told me if I needed to go somewhere he would drive me. I'm sure there was no ulterior motive there at all. 

He agreed immediately and pulled out his keys.

It was a smooth twenty-five-minute ride to the local grocery store. It was a small building with a large sign that said "Humphrey's Grocery and Emporium". I thought it was a rather unusual name and we shared a laugh about it. 

The shop was brightly lit and smelled wonderful. The scent of fresh bread wafted through the aisles, reaching all the way to the back of the store where the eggs and dairy were held. We walked side-by-side through the thin crowd of people. It was a Tuesday morning at 11 A.M. I didn't expect many people to be there.  I needed eggs, powdered sugar, cocoa powder, oil, vanilla extract, and chocolate chips. 

Richard walked close behind me and helped me find the things I needed. He was too close as we traipsed through the aisles, I could feel his breath on my neck. 

"Richard, can you back up a little?" I laughed.

"Yes, my love, my apologies."  I broke into a laugh. He's not the chivalrous type, unless sex is involved. 

"What?"

"Nothing. We need eggs." I said with a shake of my head.  "Oh, yes we do!" He smirked.  We got down to the last two things on my list, vanilla extract and cocoa powder. 

As I was walking toward the shelf he stepped on the back of my shoe. I yelped and turned to him, angry but laughing. 

"Sorry, I didn't know you were gonna stop."

I rolled my eyes. 

The cocoa powder was on the top shelf and I reached for it, the sound of my heels clicking on the floor as I jumped. As hard as I tried I still couldn't reach. He stood on his toes, reached over me, and grabbed the plastic container. He brushed his body against my backside as he brought the powder to eye level. 

"Here you are, darling."

"Thank you, Rich, but please keep your body to yourself." I pushed the awkwardness aside and put the container in the basket. All I needed now was the vanilla extract.  "I got that as well." He dropped the extract in the basket and we made our way to the checkout.  The lady checking us out was older than me, possibly in her early thirties. She was eyeing Richard as she scanned our items. Her ears perked up when he spoke. 

Now that I'd been around a number of Brits I could pick out which accents I liked more than others. Richard, Peter, and Jimmy were all from London but sounded very different. Jimmy sounded posh and put together, while Richard and Peter sounded gruff. Rich's accent was particularly unrefined. This girl was silly and disillusioned, thinking Rich to be a worldly gentleman.

"I can't wait to get home and make these for the kids, honey." I wrapped myself around his arm and smiled. My grin was more at the woman than him. He gave me a confused look but got the memo when I kicked at his leg. 

"Ow! Oh yeah, yeah, they're gonna love them." He patted my shoulder and pulled me closer.

"You two are married?" She asked incredulously "No, we had children out of wedlock. Let me tell 'ye, she may look innocent but she can't keep her hands off me." I kicked him again but he only laughed this time.  "It was your idea to ditch the birth control! You told me it was empowering. Now, look at me, a housewife to your three monsters." 

The cashier laughed through her embarrassment.

"Your total is 10.57." She said, her face hot and red.  "I'm not even sure they're mine! One of them is Asian and the other has blond hair!" The woman looked mortified now. She put a hand over her mouth and stared at us. Richard concealed his laughter and handed her the money.  We ran from the store laughing, the sounds echoing off the cars and storefronts. 

"That poor woman looked like she was going to faint." Richard laughed once more. 

"I think so." I threw the bag in the back of the car.

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Jonesy and Robert were helping me make the brownies. Well, Jonesy more than Robert. He was just sitting on the counter and sneaking finger-fulls of batter. 

"Stop it!" I smacked his hand as he reached for more. 

"Ow!" He retracted his finger and cradled it like a baby. A long string of glossy batter followed his finger and landed on the ground between us. He scowled. 

"We don't need your filthy germs in the batter!"  "Okay, this pan is ready." Jonesy said. His long, pointed nose peaked over the pan as he carefully lowered it onto the oven rack. "Sweet!" cried Robert.  This hotel had a kitchenette with a tiny counter, fridge, and oven. The stovetop had two burners. The fridge was white with a ripple texture. It didn't get very cold. It was just enough to make the brownies. 

Robert sat on the counter impatiently, inhaling all the delicious smells that wafted through the kitchen.

-

When they were finished I cut them up and plated them. The sugary smell coated the inside of my nose and made my mouth water. If these don't make Peter like me, I don't know what will. 

Robert tried to get handsy again but dropped it quickly. Steam pounded off the cakey mound as it fell back to the plate. 

I brought the plate to the common area and passed it around. Everyone looked excited as they took a brownie. Everyone was tantalized. 

"Thank you so much." Bonzo said through a mouthful. 

When it got to Peter he waved it off and continued his word search on the newspaper. 

I couldn't hide my frustration. 

"Um, Peter, aren't you going to have a brownie?" I asked.

"I don't like brownies."  "What? You don't like brownies?" Robert exclaimed.  "Nope."  "But these are special, Grant, you've got to try one!" He smiled and took another bite. He hummed in a deep enjoyment.  Peter looked up at me and sighed. The plate was passed back to him and he took a brownie. He took a small bite, looking apprehensive, but smiled small. 

"They're good. Thank you, Gwen." He sat the dessert down and went back to this paper.

I was triumphant. I had conquered his dislike of me with a simple treat. He had another, silently. 

Jimmy said he saw him take a third from the kitchen later that night. Who says people can't change?

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Any opinions on the Steam Deck? I've been thinking about getting a Switch (Lite) for a while to pick up video games as a hobby again and hadn't really considered the Steam Deck, but I'm starting to now. It's more expensive, but seems to have more game options (and frequent sales). I've been browsing Facebook Marketplace...

...Also after finishing my Nano story I've come up with five more scenes I want to add, plus a few things to sprinkle in throughout the story. I took a break after finishing, but I want to jump back in soon.

And I want to set up an Etsy store to try to raise money for top surgery, because while my insurance will cover it, I will still have to pay some out of pocket and there will be some travel expenses and such. (I'll probably set up a Gofundme too, but asking for money for nothing is hard)

I have a bunch of tiny (SO TINY) glass bottles I've got a few ideas for. What would you make with tiny glass bottles? Or loads and loads (thousands...) of test tubes? What's the best way to mail small, very fragile items?

Work is wonderful - I've been working extra hard the past few months because my section had lots of holiday stuff and I had to take on another section that I'm usually just the backup for, and that was another big holiday section. All that's done for the year though, and we're going to have a couple of nice slow weeks before the students come back to town. I'm going to start working more planning daily samples, because that's my favorite thing. I feel appreciated and fulfilled, and it's a good place.

My Secret Santa was in my D&D group, and I got him a D100 in his favorite color, then wrote out a list of 100 possible gifts he might get, ranging from terrible (one moist, melted piece of chocolate, unwrapped) to boring and average (bath set in an unappealing scent) to amazing (inner peace). I think he'll love it when he gets back from vacation.