#but also going to two dates and one on valentine's day would actually be lit

[footprint-in-the-snow]

i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day i dont need to see the 1975 on valentine's day

[heartsforvin]

DATING VINNIE HACKER

hcs about what i think it’d be like to date vin <3

warnings; slight mentions of sex, boner mention, mention of wanting to have kids, i think that’s all but as always, lmk if i missed anything (:

since vinnie is so well known you two decided to keep your relationship private, but not a secret. fans know he’s no longer single, they just don’t know who he’s dating.

the two of you will post pictures together, but not of faces, just like hands or the back of each others heads , kinda like if you were to soft launch the relationship without actually doing so.

the roommates LOVE you, as you with them. sometimes you love them more than vinnie.

he was so nervous to have you meet his parents and brother, but the minute you stepped in the door you were already engulfed in hugs by all three family members.

when vinnie would skate regularly, he’d take you with to skate with him / teach you how.

sometimes he’ll take you on trips, like if he has events to go to out of the country, he’ll take you with.

since it’s just the two of you in the hotel rooms, you know his horny ass will be fucking you all night.

when you can’t attend the events with him and both of you really miss each other, phone sex is suddenly your guys’ best friend.

sometimes when you’re over at his house and he’s streaming, you’ll accidentally start talking, forgetting that he’s streaming, and the chat will go crazy, asking vinnie who is in his room.

on days where neither of you are busy, the two of you will have a movie day, cuddling each other (hera joins you guys too ofc).

this man has the BIGGEST heart ever, so on holidays such as valentine’s day, he’ll go all out and plan a very cute date for the two of you, giving you the most cute gifts as well.

when you guys go back to seattle together he’ll take you around the city and show you all his favorite places he’d go to when he was in high school.

sometimes you’ll watch him and jett work on the cars in the garage and you can’t help but think of how hot your boyfriend looks while doing so.

vinnie knows you absolutely LOVE his long hair, so when he got it cut a little shorter than usual for the first time while being with you, he was so scared you wouldn’t find him attractive anymore.

“baby, you look so hot.” you’d say to him as you run your hand through his hair. the poor boy blushes so hard his cheeks are bright red.

he also knows how much you love his facial hair, sometimes he’ll shave it just to piss you off.

“vin! why’d you do that, you look so good with it!” you’d whine once you see that it’s no longer there.

when he leaves it for a few days you’ll get so excited, wondering when he’ll shave (you secretly wish it won’t be for awhile).

sometimes you’ll get him all riled up by whispering in his ear while with his friends and say, “better keep that for awhile, i love the way it feels when you’re in between my thighs.”

the poor boy will flush bright red and have to make an excuse to use the bathroom to get rid of his boner.

vinnie is for sure just a bit jealous. when out in public together you guys tend to keep the PDA to a minimum, but when he sees a guy that keeps checking you out, he’ll pull you in by the waist and kiss you, making the guy scoff and walk away.

same with you, you know girls are swooning for the boy, so when you hear a girl try to flirt with him, you’ll wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him.

one day vinnie had walked into his room and saw you cradling hera in your arms, kissing her head and the minute he saw that — instant baby fever.

“let’s make a baby.” he whispered in your ear, you just laughed.

“we’re too young for a baby right now, vin.”

“so you’re saying we can in the future?” his eyes lit up so bright you couldn’t help but smile. you told him maybe.

you would admit that he would make a great dad, he’s already an amazing cat dad to hera.

when your guys’ anniversary comes around he goes all out, getting reservations at your favorite restaurant, taking you out stargazing after, and just putting so much effort into it.

you’ll wear his tshirts so often they basically become yours, but vinnie doesn’t mind, he absolutely loves seeing you in them.

when the newest purgatory drops release, he’s sure to get you free merch for being his girl, and you love him for that.

besides all the sex jokes and him basically having a dirty mind 90% of the time, he’s the most caring and sweet boy ever, you can’t believe you get to call him yours.

he can’t believe he gets to call you his girl either, the two of you are so grateful for each other

first hc post i hope you liked it !! i got a little carried away LOL but as always, requests are open !! <3

[wrrrenff]

Mystic Messenger: Valentines Day Head Cannons

What these guys would do with you for valentines day! With valentines coming up, what better time to start putting out some valentines related content. There may be some references to the valentines dlc but mainly my own interpretation of what they'd each do/say. Also some of these will take place in the after endings and some wont.

Yoosung:

You're his first valentine so boy is STRESSED trying to plan something perfect

Will go to Zen for advice and takes detailed notes

Saves his money for a month or two to take you out to a really nice restaurant

Gets you a big bouquet of roses

When you've sat down for dinner this poor boy is sweating and a little shaky

He just want everything to be perfect

When you grab his hand and reassure him that anything he did would've been perfect because it was him, he starts to calm down

"MC you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just wanted to make this night as perfect as you!"

After dinner, he will take you to and ice cream shop for dessert and then take you to a park nearby to walk through while eating

He'll pull you to a bench nearby and share a nice stargazing moment

Excitedly explains some of the constellations and which stars are actually planets

Ends the night back in the apartment with cuddles and kisses

Jaehee:

Valentines isn't one of Jaehee's favorite holidays but she knows you enjoy it

Decides to plan a nice valentines day in since you both have been so busy at the cafe lately

Cooks your favorite meal for dinner and pairs it with a lovely wine

Followed by you favorite dessert and a cup of after dinner coffee

Feeling a little buzz from the wine, you throw on some slow romantic music and you slow dance with each other for a bit

"I'm so lucky to have met you MC. You changed my life."

Ends the night by falling asleep on the couch cuddled up with both of your favorite one of Zen's musicals playing in the background

Zen:

If there was a competition for most romantic, he would win by a mile

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed

Takes you out to do a couples spa day

He usually treats you like royalty but today especially

Gets a call from his 'manager' and has to go to rehearsal last minute to rehearse an important scene

Super apologetic but reassures you the valentines celebration of you will continue later

Sends you to the movies to keep you busy

Flash forward and Zen is picking you up from the movies and takes you to his secret spot that overlooks the city

You notice there is a whole elaborate sunset picnic set up waiting for you

"I'm sorry I had to lie about work. I just wanted to make today as special as you are"

After your picnic you head home and find the whole house dimly lit by candles and rose pedals leading to the bedroom and covering your bed

The man really is a huge romantic

Jumin:

I feel like he keeps his valentines plans pretty classic

He did want to do something extravagant with you like travel out of the country was a little confused when you said you couldn't accepts something so big like that

Ultimately after some explanation from you he understood and dialed it down

Takes the day off of work to spend as much time as possible together

Asked his private chef to make you a special breakfast

In the afternoon, you go have lunch on his yacht

And for dinner, he gives you a gorgeous outfit personally tailored for you, and takes you out to and extremely upscale restaurant

After an incredible dinner and a few glasses of wine he takes you home and you guy get a little hot and heavy

After certain activities take place, he draws a nice relaxing bath for you both to end the night

"You really are an amazing person MC. I can't imagine the rest of my life without you."

Seven:

Like Yoosung, boy is nervous and has never done this before

Does a ton of research on perfect valentines dates and romantic gestures to do for your partner of valentines day.

He decides to take you to a cat cafe!

But not before surprising you with roses first

He read he's supposed to do that and he's so relived when you love them

After the cat cafe, you go check out the new show at the planetarium

When it comes to dinner, he felt too much pressure going out to a fancy restaurant, he orders in some really nice food

To really help with the romantic atmosphere, he dims the lights, lights some candles, and starts playing some of your favorite music

He looks at you with so much love and adoration throughout the night

"Being with you feels right. Like I found where I'm supposed to be. I will never get tired of being with you. Thank you for loving me MC."

You finish of the night by having a movie marathon all cuddle up on the couch snacking on honey buddah chips in true Seven fashion.

[wooahaes]

don’t worry about tomorrow (so we’ll just have some fun right now)

pairing: non-idol!felix x fem!reader

genre: fluff! + some suggestive lines at the end

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: food mentions throughout fic. also implied smut post-fic with suggestive lines leading up to the end.

daisy’s notes: this man makes me delulu im sorry i just love him so much... hes my sunshine <3

A week before your birthday, Felix woke up, looked at your sleeping face, and decided in that moment that you needed to have the best birthday to date.

That meant he needed to be a little sneaky about it. The two of you had brought up your birthday ever since a month before, since he wanted to be prepared for whatever you wanted to do. When you told him that you were indifferent (but that the only thing you didn’t want was a party), he had said he could work with that before asking if he could surprise you. With you giving him the go-ahead, he had decided to start making plans. No parties, that much was guaranteed, but other ways he could surprise you. He had plans to cook you dinner that day, since you would be going out with friends for part of the day... but he decided to take it a step further.

A week before your birthday, he decided that this year he would be making you chocolates himself for the first time. It meant he’d have to do some testing to figure out the exacts of doing it, but Chris had offered up his apartment for experimentation... if it meant he and the others could taste-test the results for him. It had resulted one day in everyone being over, and Jisung saying a very curt, “these are disgusting, but please leave all of them with us,” at one point. It earned a laugh from him, thankful for his success (even with Jisung’s joke that made his heart drop at first) in making them.

Felix, by the end of it all, had put together what resembled a Valentines’ Day chocolate sampler in a way. Chocolate covered pretzels, sea salt caramel-filled chocolates, chocolate covered nuts... and some chocolate-covered fruit that he had made the day-of as he waited for you to come home. He’d tied up the little box he’d managed to get (the cupcake liners inside of it to hold each sweet treat was a nice touch, in his opinion, plus he managed to find them in your favorite color), and hidden it away as he began to plate dinner.

When you came home, he’d greeted you with a kiss. “Happy birthday,” he said. His hands found yours, and he gently guided you with a slow step back. “Remember when I said to be ready for dinner...?”

Your eyes had twinkled with excitement. “Uh-huh?”

“Well...” He stepped aside, revealing the set dinner table, complete with lit candles to add to the atmosphere of it all. “Happy birthday. There’s more after this, too.”

With a kiss on the cheek, you’d thanked him for dinner and the two of you sat down and dug in. He’d asked about how your day out had been, and you’d happily recounted the places you’d gone with your friends. You’d actually run into Chris while you were out, of all the people to run into. He ended up chatting with you for a second, wishing you a happy birthday before parting ways with you. Thankfully, from the sounds of it, Chris didn’t let anything slip while he spoke to you. Not that he thought he would have, but... It was good to know that his surprise was safe.

When dinner was over, he could move onto the next thing. “I know you said last week that you didn’t really want a cake or anything this year...” He picked up the empty plates after planting a quick kiss on the top of your head. “I mean... We can still get one. Or I could make one if you changed your mind, but...”

“Yeah?” You watched him curiously from your chair. “I mean, we don’t need a cake or anything. I’m happy just being with you.”

He had to stop as he was putting the dishes away, nearly clutching his heart at that. It was far from the first time you’d said it, but it was still a shot directly through his heart that only made him love you more. He pulled out the box from where he’d set it, and made his way back over to you. “I made you these instead,” he set it down carefully in front of you, hopefully having not jostled anything. “I started looking into how to make them myself,” he watched you pull the ribbon loose, “and it ended up not being too hard once I got the hang of it... But most of the things in there are just dipped instead of actual ones you make from molds, so...”

You removed the lid from the box, looking over everything he’d made. The sea-salt caramel ones, the chocolate-covered variety of treats, and the plain milk chocolates that he’d decorated with different stripes and whatnot. “Oh... Felix...” You looked up. “You really made all of these for me?”

He nodded. “I wanted to do something special this year. Do... Do you like them?”

And you nodded eagerly. “That’s so sweet of you...”

“And I was thinking...” He said, suddenly more nervous than he was before. “There’s... also leftover chocolate... I was thinking that, maybe, if you wanted, we could... put it to good use? Or, I dunno, we could make something with it instead, I could show you how--”

Quietly, you leaned forward, blowing out the candles between the two of you to plunge the room into near darkness. “I’ll be waiting,” you stood up, gracing him with one quick kiss. “Don’t take too long, okay?”

Felix never thought he’d moved so fast in his life.

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

🐝 spare me a dance(in this never ending misery)

Ok before I get into the fic idea I want to highlight a fic my friend did for L2C way back in 2021 bc this title reminded me of it. It was so funny to see my insta followers run around screaming bc I refused to confirm if it was canon or not lmao, but now that the fic is out I can confirm that it's a what-if scenario

NOW FOR MY IDEA(s) FOR THE TITLE

The first one is also L2C related, and could probably be a chapter in Tales From The Lagniappe wherein everyone is on the boat and trying to find ways to keep themselves sane, considering they've been on the water for a few days and they can only play so much Uno before they have to do set the game down.

They can't exactly pull up spotify seeing as they have no service, but there is a record player with a couple of vinyls. They use it pretty sparingly to avoid getting sick of the same twenty-something songs too quickly, but they have a fun time dragging each other around the room to Sinatra in a pitiful display of "dancing." It doesn't change how horribly things have gone throughout the Green Flu, but it does bring some reprieve and comfort that they couldn't get nearly as much of when they were jumping from safe room to safe room.

My other idea... got really long lol

In this one Michael and Jeremy don't reconnect right away and it's full of all this "I wanna see him but idk if he wants to see me, idk if I'm ready to talk abt everything, blah blah blah" all that fun stuff.

Eventually we get to the sweethearts dance (valentines themed), so it's not a Huge Deal like prom but hey it's still a school dance. It's girls choice (classic high school heteronormativity) so Jeremy basically shunts away any idea that Michael will be there. He debates on even going at all but Christine frames it as an excuse to hang out with everyone, and if he hates it they can all just bail and do something else.

Everyone's "dates" are exactly who you'd expect them to be: Chloe took Jake, Brooke took Rich, Chrissy took Jeremy. So they're at the dance. There's music. There's friends. It's a pretty ok time. But this is technically a couples dance and Jenna hasn't shown up yet. How is she getting in? She texted saying she's on her way so she must've gotten someone to come with her. But who did she get on such short notice?

Jeremy gets his answer when he sees her come in with Michael.

Oh shit.

Did everyone else know this was her plan?? Was it part of the plan the entire time??? He's so unprepared oh my god she's bringing him over Michael can also tell whats going on theres no hiding from this fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the music is so loud the gym is so crowded Michael's right here in front of him and all his friends are retreating and its-

Michael follows him pretty quickly after. They get to talking on opposite sides of the bathroom stall. They never meant to avoid the other for so long, they were just scared, they want to see each other again.

It's a slow song. A slow dance. People are pairing up. It's just the two of them in front of each other. Michael is actually dressed up in front of him in a pink-lit gym with a slow song playing and Jeremy can't tell if the pounding in his chest is anxiety or something else.

But Michael reaches a hand out to him and he can't find it in himself to stop him from swaying him around the room. Jeremy's head is screaming at him to say or do something but nothing comes of it every time he tries. Michael's mouth keeps opening and closing but he's not saying anything either until he finally just whispers "I've missed you."

And Jeremy runs out of the gym into the bathroom. It's too much to see Michael look at him with such a heartbroken expression. Jeremy did that. He caused it. How could he. What kind of a friend was he that he would leave Michael alone to wallow in misery for so many months.

The two of them bail. Jeremy texts Christine to let her know and naturally she's understanding. They continue to talk as they walk back to Michael's place ("Jenna was my ride." "We carpooled."), mostly about how neither of them were too keen on going to the dance but were talked into it. Jenna had openly framed it as a way for the two to reconcile while Jeremy had been left in the dark.

They talk more when they get into the basement. They go more in depth on all the squip stuff and it's the catharsis they need to hug and cry it out. It's at this point that they realize they've yet to change out of their dressy clothes and put on a record to have their own dance. Michael offers Jeremy a hand and, despite the lack of floorspace, share a slow dance that they can actually enjoy.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

The Marali Festival Commentary Day 5

And we’ve reached the end of the commentary for this story! Thank you so much everyone who has stuck it out this long, reading my HEAVILY detailed notes. (I like talking about this stuff 😭) And I hope everyone is ready for the accompanying drabble I have prepared for tomorrow. 👀

**SPOILERS FOR THIS FIC BELOW**  

Chapter 13- Kiss

Okay so this was my FAVORITE chapter to write. But, I’m always a sucker for confession scenes.

“Did you accept Tabor’s suit?”

Bilbo wanted to scream and rant and throw things. Stupid obtuse dwarf! Did he sound like someone happily courting another?

“No, I didn’t.” He snapped back.

Silence again.

“Bilbo, malkânê (my hobbit), mudùmê (my comfort) please open the door.”

The RELIEF I hope was physically palpable from Thorin right here as he rushes to spew endearments knowing Bilbo is still blessedly single. 

“Not your fault. I’m sorry that I’ve ruined our friendship with my stupid…” Bilbo mumbled.

“No! No, Bilbo. I’m afraid you’re misinterpreting my words.”

“That’s entirely the problem! I’ve misinterpreted this whole time that you…”

Thorin rolled his eyes before his lips locked onto the hobbit’s own. Bilbo froze before he slowly began to look up, hoping against all hope he didn’t just imagine that.

“Malkânê, my hobbit.” Thorin translated as he pressed a kiss to Bilbo’s forehead. “Mudùmê, my comfort.”

Another kiss, this time to the tip of Bilbo’s nose.

“And amrâlimê, my love.” He breathed before kissing Bilbo on the lips once more.

This was one of my favorite things to write! Thorin spelling out what he’s been saying in khudzul with kisses inbetween.😊

“I created a garden of my own. That’s how hobbits court? With flowers? It seemed appropriate for a day to celebrate the earth.”

Let it be said that Thorin’s ‘courting gift’ here was going to be more of a test in universe before Fili, Kili, and Tabor’s interference. Does Bilbo like it? Does he think it’s a romantic gift? Yes? Time to actively court him now! But, Bilbo’s basically confessed at this point so he has his answer.

“Just once, plainly, for me…tell me you love me?” He whispered fearfully, shutting his eyes against the idea of rejection now.

A string of kisses traced his jaw before finding his lips once more. Chaste, questioning, but present.

“Bilbo Baggins, I love you.”

Words of affirmation are definitely a Bilbo Baggins love language. Of course, if I had just had my heartbroken to be stitched back together .5 seconds later, I’d probably want the reassurance as well.

Chapter 14- Fireworks

So back-tracking to this Valentines’ list I’ve been using. The final day was actually supposed to be ‘First Date’. But when I started plotting this out, I again, changed it to fit my purposes...even though it sorta was a first date. 

“What’s got you down, Tabor?” Fili questioned.

“I was demoted!” He whined. “And no, before you ask. Not to guard duty for your idiots. I’m on gate duty for the next two months!”

Was Thorin a bit harsh? Probably. But also you know, his hobbit. 

Both of his nephews flailed dramatically. His youngest trying to plead with his beloved for mercy.

“I actually would have been much worse. You should thank him for showing you leniency.”

Thorin had to fight down the grin when Kili did just that with a whiney edge to his voice. He was not about to let the elf know he was amused.

And that’s was the moment Tauriel won over Thorin.

“Surprised at our courting?”

“Surprised it had not happened already.”

Thorin found himself snorting at the wizard’s wink and twinkling eyes. Honestly, he was as bad as his sister.

“Yes, well. Not for a lack of trying. Do you know how many blackberry tarts I’ve baked for this dwarf?” Bilbo sniffed with a put on expression.

Wait…blackberries?

I had to make Gandalf not only a Bagginshield shipper, but the only one to understand all the subtle hobbit hints Bilbo had been dropping while Thorin stands there like ‘wait, what?’

Thorin just watched as Bilbo’s delight lit up in shades of red, green, and blue with each explosion overhead. Slowly, he backed away from the hobbit moving to the small boulder that hid Thorin’s final surprise. He had not intended to give it tonight. He wanted to wait and let it be his next courting gift, but after he finally left Bilbo, he spent all night finishing his project. He didn’t want there to be a single doubt of his desire to make things official between him and his hobbit.

Bilbo realizing he had slipped away, turned to face him only to blink in surprise at the object thrust between them. The metallic bouquet with jeweled flowers lit up under the falling lights of the fireworks. Edelweiss for devoted courage, hydrangeas for gratitude, sweet pea for delicate pleasures, and yellow tulips for the sunshine is in your smile. A courting gift worthy of a hobbit. Thorin couldn’t say anything as he gently took Bilbo’s free hand in his own. Not that he needed to. Relief swam on Bilbo’s face as the flowers said everything Thorin couldn’t.

SHAMELESS PLUG FOR @stardryad-random​ and her AMAZING illustration. 😭😭 It really helped to make this story just that much more special. Thank you my friend!!

AND THAT’S THE END!! Cue the fireworks... 🤣 I also wrote a smut sequel, but I’m not going to commentate unless someone specifically requests. Otherwise, thank you guys for all your love for this fic!  💖💖

[xtrablak674]

Greatest Hits

[Originally posted on my blogspot 'Iconclastic Narcissism' on the 29th of December, 2007. Posted unedited, with a few comments for more context or clarity. I was much more explicit in my journaling, even knowing it was open to the public. I am not ashamed of this candidness, but have learned more discretion with age.]

I was watching the second to last episode of LOST where one of the major characters knew he was going to die and put together a greatest hits, simply a list of five greatest moments in his life. I was thinking myself of what would my list look like and I found and interesting trend amongst my own greatest moments. First none of the moments are alone moments but moments that have to do with someone else and are related to an event or holiday. I have made my list in no particular order:

���My first Christmas with Paul

•Valentine's day surprise with Steve

•My first art exhibition that Karl attended

•Losing my virginity with Daniel

•Spending the day my nephew MJ

•Finding my mother dead

X-Mas Tears

My first Christmas with Paul was one of our happiest moments he had got me my first membership to BAM that my friend Eric had promised to get for me and didn't. I was so overwhelmed by the simple thoughtfulness of the gift I burst into tears of happiness. It was a very nice moment. I can say with all honesty that Paul was my most favorite boyfriend.

[Also my longest relationship to date at four years, but the things I learned with Steve greatly influenced this affair.]

Heart-Day Hotness

We had only met each other a week prior on February 7th,  but in that time that magic and passion I seem to create with my men was created with Steve, and he designed one of the most romantic evenings I have ever had, which appropriately was on Valentine's Day. He bought me to his apartment shared with two other roommates who he had gotten rid of for the evening. I was blindfolded and walked through the front door, where he had me disrobe and gave me a beautiful candlelit bath, where if I remember correctly he bathed me, toweled me off then slipped me into a pair of burgundy silk boxers and a matching terry cloth robe. 

He then led me past his bedroom to the living room where he had moved out all the furniture and arranged a piece of fur chocolate covered strawberries and sparking cider (he remembered I didn't drink). He then lit a fire one of those Duraflame logs, he gave me a gorgeous fossil watch and I think a leather wallet, we made love in front of the flames and fell asleep by the fire in each others arms. Steve was my first boyfriend and really set the bar for how I treated my future boyfriends and where I got the habit of spoiling my men from. One of my shortest relationships only lasting 9.5 weeks but Steve definitely hit the greatest hits in my heart.

Artistic Cherry-Busting

My first art exhibition was a great moment because it was the time I realized that people actually like my photography and thought I was an artist, it was a defining moment for me because I had always struggled with being considered an "artist". This exhibition of 19 of my pieces seven of which sold along with numerous postcards of the work was a total success, that also corresponded with my third date with Karl who attended and got along wonderfully with my friends and got treated to a very Steve-esque romantic picnic dinner in Prospect Park with me later that evening as we watched Close Encounters of the Third Kind tying into my three theme of the date. Making the entire day a wonderful moment and a greatest hit.

Statutory Rape #NotReally

[BTW the age of consent in New York State is seventeen]

Even though I had been sucking dick since I was eight years old, I didn't lose my virginity (having a man penetrate me) until I was seventeen. The funny thing is that Daniel who was 28 at the time thought I was like 25 and was a little shocked by my revelation of my age after his deflowering me and the level of experience I showed with the event (I had practiced with candles and dildos). Having a man inside of me the first time was a very overwhelming moment and I remembered crying a little when I came, I was so emotionally overwhelmed with the experience of the fullness and the pulsing of Daniel's member inside of me. It was a moment of great intimacy and a little fear but great happiness.

[I wouldn't learn until I think '04 that the sexual relations I had as a tender-aged child were in fact sexual abuse. I only became aware of this when reading a book to understand a boyfriend's sexual abuse as a child. This revelation set an upheaval in my sexual activity leading to my over a decade celibacy, while I reset myself and moved away from the toxic behavior I had been practicing for years.]

Playing Uncle

I don't think I realize how much I enjoyed being a big brother and an "uncle" until I was denied the privilege. The last time I saw my nephew MJ was also one of my happiest moments. Meeting his mother, his little sister and spending the day at Bryant Park on the merry go round then off to Toys-R-Us for a ride on the Ferris Wheel and finally dinner at Olive Garden was a very happy day for me.

I had bought gifts for both of the kids and the mother. I was so saddened that when she moved she fell out of contact and I never saw MJ again, until years later. I have several nieces and nephews, and by default MJ became the favorite because I had spent the most time with him, most of them I haven't even met and am not sure if they even know I exist its sad, but I don't hold the  children at fault  but the parents and I will make  arrangements for all of my nieces and nephews in my estate planning.

[Now some of the children have children, and I don't think I have met any of their kids yet and there are like four of the kids I haven't met. Its the saddest part of being a part of a family that has lost the matriarch, there isn't anyone to encourage the family to stay together.]

She's Dead Jim!

Finding my mother dead on the couch I have to say is one of the most life defining moments for me. I know its maybe odd to have on a greatest moments list, but I would not be the person I am today with out my mother dying when she did. I wouldn't have the strength, independence, perseverance and common sense that developed in her absence.  I happily admit I was a momma's boy and my mother spoiled her boys (as I  spoil my men), I got away with murder  in my mother's house, and  could  nearly do no wrong, and the wrong I did do, I learned to charm myself out of any significant punishment. No single moment has effected me as much as her death even though it was more then two decades ago, its still one of the most significant moments in my life.

[As of this year its been exactly forty years since she's been dead. I have been alive way longer than I ever had parents.]

[Photos by Brown Estate]

[soulsballad]

Name:  yuu horikoshi ( •̀ᴗ•́ )

Age:  18 years old

Do you like to cuddle?:  love to! but if you start cuddling me, i might fall asleep and not let you go, then we'll be late for class, then yaga-sensei will scold me again then-

Can we make-out?:  u-uh, yeah! totally!

A night in or dinner out?:  there's this place in yokohama i've been wanting to take you, petra, i think you'll really like it... also, i can't cook for shit so i don't think we have an alternative. the last time i tried to cook you something, i thought i was going to see god...

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?:  both, i've got some ice cream in the fridge that could really use it!

Chocolates and roses?:  yeah! but i don't want to say i'll get you some, otherwise that'll ruin the surprise! i-i mean that's not to say i won't get you flowers, i definitely will- i mean- ah, shit, it's not a surprise anymore is it? well, i hope you like tulips. and some chocolate with a fancy name i don't know how to pronounce.

What makes you a good Valentine?:  sweetie, love of my life, stars in my sky, i'm still trying to wrap my head around that i'm your boyfriend, the hell if i know why you've stuck around me this long. but, i'll always be good to you, i'll adore you until i get eaten by a curse or something, and i have a red panda which is a pretty cool bonus, right?

Would you cook for me?:  for both of our sakes, sweetie, i will never cook for you again so we can both survive.

Would you let me cook for you?:  again, for both our sakes, anything to keep me away from the stove. we could probably teach our little curse to cook, hmm...

Where would you take me on a date?: anywhere you wanted! i was thinking we could stay at my house, i'll set up the whole place. we'll put all the blankets and pillows in the living room, watch movies and play video games the whole day. i know a candle-lit dinner is supposedly a really romantic thing to do so i'd set up that as well, along with getting a bunch of food from your favorite places throughout the day.

Who’s paying?:  me, don't worry! i've never really used my funds from my family's vault before, it's a good way to make a dent in it, finally 👍

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?:  ... too much, i think. i was going around tokyo wondering what to buy you, until i ended up with ... a lot 😭 there's this jacket i bought you that i thought would go well with that one blouse you had, a bouquet of flowers ... two bouquets, actually. a lot of chocolate, this plushie that i made for you with a bunch of yarn, and a necklace that cost more than i thought it would. it's real shiny too! the crows tried snatching it once or twice, but i kept it safe for you! i also made you these arm - bracers, they're really light weight and thin enough to fit under your uniform, they have a little bit of cursed energy inside that can summon a shield for you. pretty cool, right?

petra will never, ever, ever doubt yuu's love for her. ever. she never has, but this just solidified it. ❝ i - i don't even know what to say! you got me all that!? i - i hope you didn't spend too much money, yuu! ❞ even if she did end up scolding him for spending too much petra will always be grateful for everything he does for her. he really is the perfect boyfriend. but, getting back to the application, ❝ well i definitely agree with you on the cooking part... maki still asks where the black marks came from on the walls of the kitchen. ❞ luckily for them, petra is a great liar. ( no she's not, maki just doesn't want to know. ) ❝ why don't we cuddle after dinner? that way we can do everything you have planned and still get to cuddle! ❞ a bright smile flashes across her face at that, and it doesn't take her too long to find herself standing before the boy, arms wrapping comfortably around him. ❝ you're the best, yuu! of course your application is accepted! we'll have the best valentine's day ever! wait until you see what i got you. ❞

[orleans-jester]

“Oh, I will find a way,” Maddy said, with a newly-lit determination in her eyes. It’s not as if she didn’t have the time to do so now - to go through old witch’s houses that were left behind and find their works, the ones that Delta didn’t take. She was going to send a World’s Best Uncle t-shirt to Wulf. And nothing was going to stop her. “Don’t you worry about that.”

She’d love that dance with Little John. It was actually perfect and - helped soothe a part of her. That’s how her father used to dance with her when she was young, have her up on the top of his shoes. But this just replaced that memory, complete over-ride, even with the attention and the little squeals and the blush at garnering so much attention.

Arthur was awesome to dance with too. They didn’t get to dance at the Valentine’s Day ball all that time ago, but they did get to at the Funkytown Party that was kind of like the debut of Maddy to the public. This was like that. But also bittersweet, because she knew that he would still be gone the next day, once Halloween was over, and it would be another year before she was likely to see him again. “Are you - happy?” She would ask him, quietly. “Over there?”

And then - of course - Wulf. Special, special Wulf. The one dead person she had gone running to in those heels of hers.

This was when her eyes started to hurt. Like when one’s leg falls asleep and the pins and needles feeling that it gets when someone hits it. That’s what the tears coming to her eyes felt like, almost exactly. But she blinked them away, her big brown eyes glossy as she stood close with Wulf, enjoying the music that was playing and just letting herself - not think about herself. Not worry about anything. The night was going to come to an end, no matter what she did, so she was just going to enjoy it while it lasted.

She didn’t remember the kayaks. That had been erased from her mind by Dale, obliterated. But she could see it perfectly, the way that he had described it. The heat of the sun against their shoulders, sweating through their lifejackets, having lukewarm gatorades when they pulled over for a break - and then going to Tony’s, which was a place she definitely remembered, though not that time specifically. Though - maybe little things were coming back. Little tiny sparks. The things that weren’t as guarded against, since they had nothing to do with Savvy and the Laveaus. “Didn’t - they think we were dating or something?” She laughed. There was just this little glimmer of that, a feeling more than a memory.

Her smile only grew when she heard that song, even though it meant that her dance with Wulf would be coming to an end, and Bastien would be coming along to sweep her off her feet. Still - it didn’t mean she couldn’t dance with Wulf a little until Bastien came back from wherever or whoever his wandering feet had taken him to.

Those words took her breath away. Of course, she knew that Lance had worked hard on the song. It was too perfect to have just been a spur of the moment thing. There was too much meaning in each and every lyric. But that he had hung back, hid out, practised it over and over, and Wulf apparently listened to it all without complaint, that just - that was just wow. She hoped she had the time to thank him again for this.

She could feel her husband. Almost like they had a radar for each other. Find my iphone? No, find my spouse. It wasn’t as strong as Delta and Frank’s connection, for obvious reasons - those two were more powerful than anybody else here - but after what they had gone through, it seemed like they always knew when they were near to each other. It was like a naturally comforting feeling. So she also knew that she only had a moment to say what she had been wanting to say to Wulf for ages. Her truth.

She looked up into Wulf’s eyes, a softer smile on her face than usual. “Thank you for seeing me, before most other people did.”

She wasn’t just the rich girl. She wasn’t just Esmeralda’s daughter. She wasn’t just Chip’s girlfriend. She wasn’t just Bastien’s wife. She wasn’t just Clopin’s granddaughter, or Piper’s sister, or all of those things. Or at least, Wulf never treated her like she was just one of those things, a single identity, easy to overlook. They met and then she had agreed to get right into the muk of the pig chase, and had a damn good time doing it and that just seemed like the absolutely perfect time and place to meet.

A last hug, a last embrace for the year, before she was with her husband, though there were many faces around them that were taking them in, that she was taking back in in return. She smiled to Robin and Maid Marion, bowing her head to them. Absolutely lovely people. But as long as the rest of this song was playing, her attention was on Bastien - and of course, Frankie.

Hand on his lower back, the other wrapping around him and Frankie so they made a little three-person circle. “I’m glad you do too,” She nodded, kissing his cheek.

--

Maddy had been entirely distracted when Bastien had gone off with Frankie. She did love to watch over him, protectively, but they were among so many friends - he had probably spotted someone. That’s what Maddy figured. There wasn’t even some worry that he might have been heading over to Pierre, since they both wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, no confrontation, just pure cold shoulder. So she didn’t see at all where he had gone, or who he had gone to.

Elsa was trying to avoid getting pelted with more marshmallows. She was doing a pretty decent job of it too, finding a chair to sit and watch the dancers in. Until Bastien approached. The man had something about him - something which was almost … naturally pitiable. The pained expression on his face, even in his night face, or something like that. Her own expression softened very little, almost imperceptibly, at least to anyone who didn’t know her well.

She looked at the pictures, getting the vision, not talking back, but only nodding, and a few little hums until he finished and said that he would owe her a favor. She wasn’t sure what she would need from him, but it was good to have that in the back pocket, she supposed.

“I’ll do it,” She said, finally, after he finished his romantic little speech. This was a man who loved his wife, it was extremely clear to see, even for her who was a little bit more on the romantically stunted side. Making a dream come true for her, even involving another witch to do it. Not many would go that far. She stood up, hands smoothing down her red dress. She had nothing else to do at the moment. Her date was occupied, and her niece was getting into shenanigans. “I’ll need at least an hour or two to do all that you’re asking for. These flowers - in the shed, you said?”

--

Figaro liked kids. Most people might be surprised about this because they wanted absolutely none of their own, womb removal eminent and all, but that was a personal thing. It had nothing to do with the kids themselves. What they liked about kids was that they hadn’t learned all the society bullshit yet. They didn’t have a filter. They’d point at a woman’s cankles and say they looked like elephant trunks. They’d push a kid off a swing just because they wanted it. They’d out any family secret and swear and point and there was just something so freeing about that. They didn’t mind being a babysitter to Frankie when the couple wanted some time, even if it was rare. Fig had a clear feeling that Diablo wasn’t just a normal kid, probably not even something like Koda who could transform, but something different, something stronger. But regardless - it looked like a kid, it cawed like a kid, it was a kid.

Jump, jump, jump, jump around to this funky beat, that’s what Figaro was doing, grooving and moving. They needed this kind of music in Funkytown, that’s for sure. This guy should sell albums. They’d buy twelve.

The kid had moves, changing into a bird like that and flying around. That made this all the more fun. Fig wished they brought Kebabs so they could have a big bird party. Now that wheel was turning in their head. Even when they turned back into a boy, Figaro would take their hands and give him a swing around until his feet left the ground and their arms were aching, but it was a good kind of ache. A fun ache.

Then the slow music came on and it’s really not as if there was anyone else lining up to ask Figaro for a dance. so they were sticking with this weird kid that appeared out of nowhere. Birds tended to do that, didn’t they? One second it’s quiet, the next there’s four on a powerline, perched and watching. So their head was still bobbing to the music when it turned slow, not lowering the energy much.

What’s a PunPun - that was a damn good question. “You seem like the kind of kid who is into manga and deeply depressing stories - come by Funkytown sometime, I’ll hook you up,” They said. They had plenty of time to raid all the comic book stores in ‘Feral’, filling up the schoolbus, saving the weird looking shit. PunPun was one of them. Then they let out a chuckle. They didn’t feel anything awkward. They were just hanging out. “Of course you can change your height, the rest of us have to wear platform boots to do that, so jelly.” That grin stayed. “Stay whatever height you like, my dude, I’ll dip ya.”

Even though the song was slower, romantic, they kept up the enthusiasm, the boundless energy, giving lil’ Diablo a spin under their arm and then dipping them like it was some kind of old movie that Thomas would probably like. The shortness of him made it easier, it wasn’t as heavy, and they could support the weight. And they laughed as they went into the dip this time - and it would have been even funnier if they dropped, they were having a good time regardless.

"If there is a way we'll find out." Wulf assured. He was never the witchy sort in life. He only ever helped the most beloved delusional one he ever met with a heart of gold. Even that witch didn't "witch" like other witches. He merely stole from the rich to feed the poor and won a whole lot of archery tournaments. Most witches he knew used their powers to help keep that one in his delusional world so they could all keep playing without meltdowns for the greater good. Well, until Delta took over. Now here they all were in her castle.

Wulf looked around remembering how even after Robin Hood passed on Delta let the Merry Men continue in their usual work even if she wasn't directly orchestrating every move. She'd still get involved just like she had when she was sometimes nicknamed "Anybody" like on West Side Story, that "tomboy" character that wasn't quite in the gang, but really was. The nickname never quite stuck because it was hard to get anything to stick to that acidic girl without regretting it, but that had always been part of her charm. All he could think was look at her now. Just look at her now. She never needed any of them. They needed her. The thought kept him smiling as he continued to mingle in this tangible world.

When Maddy would get her turn to dance with Little John he'd lift her by the middle as they spun and she'd end up like a small child on his feet for several steps the way a father and daughter would dance with toddler if only because of his size. It would cause enough laughs around the room that others would want to try and it would cause a line up like he was a carnival ride in the ball room.

When Bastien, Maddy, and Frankie had finished their family dance and Arthur took his moment for his promised dance, Wulf said, "I'm next."

That was also when Bastien took his moment to slip off to find Elsa. He'd been paranoid about Frollo and that was still on his mind, but his original plan for this night had not been forgotten. He'd been waiting for this night for so long. He'd been counting down the same way he did Frankie's due date. He'd wanted this one to be special. Delta and Frank would have known his plan because didn't want to get in trouble for altering their home. Delta had a soft spot for her Hunch and keeping him happy was keeping his loyalty, so she didn't see any harm in it. He got the thumbs up.

Bastien went to Elsa with Frankie on his hip as his wife danced hoping she was thoroughly distracted and took her aside to speak privately.

"There you are. It's getting late. You still good with making the beach like a snow filled abyss?" Then Bastien spoke and spoke with passion. He lifted his phone to show her a couple pictures to help her understand what he was picturing from the first time they talked so very long ago about this. "Maddy has a dream of staying in a cabin in the snow in the middle of nowhere. I want it to feel like the middle of nowhere. Can you do that? Even over the water? To feel like it goes as far as the eye can see? Or like ice shaped trees so we're surrounded? A little ice igloo cabin for our own little palace to camp in over night?" He knew he was asking for big art with her powers. "I have been saving the flowers in a hoard house. I've been collecting them from all the florists, fake ones, and painting them periwinkle so I have enough of the right color to spread everywhere. I can show you. I drug them all up and shoved them in the south fishing shed. It's filled to the brim."

Then he tried to explain one last thing because in his experience people didn't do anything for you unless they knew why or got payment. "I just want to make one of her dreams comes true for once all on my own without her having to use any of her money at all always filling in my gaps. She's made so many of mine come true. But, I'll find a way to pay you back for this. I'll owe you."

In Bastien's world saying I'll owe you was big. He never let himself be in debt to anyone. On the street that was life and death sort of talk if you said it to the wrong person. So those words were not frivilous.

All this was going on while Maddy was trying not to cry over the Merry Men. Then there was Theme Song Guy looking so active and flamboyant, but deep inside he was trying not to cry himself after seeing that tattoo from Clopin in his likeness. It was all he could do to keep singing, but the show must go on. Clopin knew how to touch a diamond bling studded heart.

"That's right I did good sir. Worth it. It was all worth it." He'd mouth a thank you.

And he'd keep singing. Maybe Britney was wrong about there being two types of people in the world, ones that entertain and ones that observe. For everything to go down the way it did, TSG was both.

Diablo didn't know who Pun-Pun was, but he was going to look it up later, though he was certain coming from Figaro it had meaning. That alone was enough to make him smirk. Being a pet of Delta and Heresy's clearly this a bird that appreciated brain in their dark humor. He thought to himself whatever it was had to be clever because he'd been watching. Diablo was always watching. That's what he did the little birdy spy and what he noticed was how ingenious some of their quick wit was.

Not only that, but the animal language thing was not only of course cool, but as a familiar animal himself, it seemed to beckon him. It drew him in like how most animals seemed to be drawn to Figaro. This wasn't a boy. In man shape this wasn't truly a man no matter how well spoken. Maybe he wasn't quite just a black bird either being a magical familiar, but the result was the same. He started to obsess them. It wasn't quite a limerance in a romantic sort of way exactly. It was more of a longing, a real intense longing, a need to get their attention and go be around them. He really wanted them to look at them and go HEY you're special and have them think the same. He wanted to be one of those animals he kept watching them talk to and he never found reason to. But, maybe that's what the whole animal world felt when they came in contact with them? Who knew? But there it was.

He wasn't used to venturing outside of Delta and Maleficent anymore especially in human form. He felt like he was breaking in his human skin againtalking to anyone outside of Heresy in this form. He'd spent nearly a generation as a bird so when Figaro agreed his face lit up like he'd won a prize.

"YES! Let's." Then off to the dance floor they went and no one could have been happier right then to have gotten their hand. The floppy green cape hood they always wore fell behind their head revealing more of their scruffly raven hair, so messy as compared to how he kept it as a man.

It was TSG music playing by this point so boogie down they would. He'd shimmy back and forth. Despite human form there was a mannerism to the shimmy that would feel like an avian tell, a bird shuffling back and forth on a branch or perch, bobbing it's head.

The music was fun and since it wasn't a slow dance and once he got involved it was hard not to have fun with Figaro and let loose. Delta gave him permission to mingle in the middle to be her eyes here since she was busy elsewhere. Delta always had her ways, but to Diablo this was the greatest. He was having so much fun. He doesn't always get to let loose. So, with this upbeat music he got so into it he kept changing form. It wasn't like it was a secret who he was anymore, not with this crowd. So, he'd swirl over her head in bird form and flap his wings going in circles around them like a pole only to whirl back into his spot to catch their hand as a boy again.

Now what would happen was Diablo was clapping and smiling so big by the end of all this that it might just look like any normal boy having fun, but it wasn't. It wasn't just because of being a bird either. It was because Diablo's time with Heresy in this world was spent under seige and he was always on task. Duty. Duty. Duty.

Maybe no one knew, but what Figaro allowed him with that yes was a moment of fun. Just silly fun. The dancer in Delta was inside him somewhere but he was awkward just to make him compliment that with all the esteem of a child that did not care because fun was all that mattered no matter how ungraceful it looked. It helped Delta when she was imperfect to keep her practicing. But, here it was all for fun. There was no one to impress, not even Delta's inner monologue of refusing to need to be that thing her mother or father didn't believe she could attain and then doing it anyhow just to say fuck you. Maybe even a familiar needed a little time to themselves and Diablo really enjoyed his dance with Figaro. To see Diablo smiling was a rarity in of itself. Thank you Figaro.

It was only after the music slowed down and couples started to hitch up again for more intimate dancing he smile-eye-rolled and pushed his hair out of his eyes that he finally asked, "What's a Pun-Pun?" Then he motioned the dance floor as the smoochy looking couples were all getting close. "I'd ask you to keep dancing, but I feel too short. I could get taller if you want?" He wasn't used to communicating without the direct link. He was starting to see why humans always felt embarrassed in front of one another. It did feel a little weird once his thoughts actually came out of his mouth. This was so why he wanted to meet Figaro. He might have been speaking English now, but he really wanted to get to know them on a bird language level. Then he had another idea. "Or you could dip me?"

He didn't care about gender roles. All he knew was dipping looked fun and he was scared he'd drop them at this frame and Delta was always doing stuff like that, but bird or not he wasn't about to go up in man form and go dipping Delta. Nope. Double nope. He didn't care if he dipped or got dipped. He just wanted to dip. It looked fun. "We could take turns? And do that spinny thing where you go under the arm."

A particular song that had come on durning the slow dance set of songs was Lance who decided to play an old familiar tune while he was topside, one he'd written for a special couple.

The moment the first couple notes hit Bastien's ears his head turned from wherever he and Elsa would be in their conversation. "Oh... Oh..." His face would turn from excitement about executing the snow plan with Elsa to panic. "-I-I-I- That's... That's our song." He'd look like he was in a moral struggle on whether to go right or left. "I gotta go." Song's only lasted so long. The gargoyles would tell Elsa to get with him later if need be, but of course that was something she would not hear or see and would fall on deaf ears as he went to go find his wife, struggling to cross the dance floor weaving between people racing to the beat of the song and his heart.

Wulf had been dancing with Maddy. He wasn't going anywhere without his dance. No piggies in the middle of this one, but Aggie wasn't too far away with her curly tail. He was making fun memory small talk as they kept close about kayaks and Tony's pizza. Even Wulf remembered her cabin dream and the medical stuff too. He kept the subject on memories of her, spinning memories.

So, she was dancing with Wulf when her and her husband's song changed up. Wulf knew what it was if only because of Lance being such a close one to him as a Merry Man. He smiled across at her as he was dancing. "I remember Lance doing this one over and over as he practiced before his reveal to you. He kept hiding out in the back woods where he thought no one would hear him but that's where my cabin was tucked way in the back of Sherwood. So I heard every practice, rendition, change, repetition until he got it just right for you." He put his hand on her cheek and shook his head. "Lance loved everything about the people of this city. He loved all their stories. But, if he stopped to write one out it meant something special. It meant it was a story worthy of everyone's ear a good stop to listen. Thanks for letting me be a little part of it."

He could see the clock looming over the top of ballroom too. All the spirits there were on limited time tonight so there was no time for beating around the bush. If there was something that needed to be said it was going to be said directly or opportunity was going to be missed. As great as All Hallow's thin veil was the afterlife left no promises in the future. Wulf took it and said his feels. Then Bastien ran up with Frankie still on his hip.

"Babe. It's our song!" And Wulf stepped back as graciously as he always did.

Wulf stepped back and saw another face in the crowd notice him and Maddy.

Wulf knew he was heading over to Robin next. The man who knew everything about everything when it came to those Merry Men. He gave Maddy a gentemanly nod as Bastien started to take over the scene. A "M'lady" was mouthed so clear even from across the way it was unmistakable. If someone didn't believe this was a guy who lived in a big Sherwood Forest in the sky they were sorely mistaken. This was a guy who carved out every reality he ever stepped in. Marian's face would appear just behind his and wave as another placed her arm around Robin's waist. If ever there was hope in the future of ever after it was in that moment.

As Bastien faced Maddy to dance to their song after waving back he said, "I'm glad I ring the bells." Something in him felt vindicated right then as if doubt had maybe crept in before and seeing that couple still together helped him.

[thehourlythoughts]

“Acrylic Paint” 9:59pm

Acrylic Paint

I like to think of how we started like we were a white canvas. No layers underneath. No marks. No smudges. No rough patches. Just blank.

When we met, we began as just two outlines—outlines waiting to intertwine and connect. Waiting to paint a story. And with this paint, emotion and love is added to create this art. The art of you, the art of me; the art of us.

You know what I love most about acrylic paint? The colors are so vibrant; they blend so effortlessly and seamlessly.

Reds remind me of the satin summer dress I wore that hot day in September. The one with orange flowers. You complimented me, and I blushed inside. The smell of Costa Rican food and Lagunitas. I don’t think I shut up that day. We were burning through topics like wildfire. You wanted to know so much in such little time. I wondered if you thought that was the last time we would have a lunch date.

Oranges remind me of the month of October. The fall festivities, and your eagerness to do them with me. The change of color in the leaves, the change in my heart. And then I drunkenly kissed you in your car on my birthday. I wanted to hope we would forget it happened. We didn’t speak about it after it happened. It was everything I wanted though.

Blues remind me of your blue jean jacket and scent. I remember the day you invited me out to a bar with your friends and drove me back home that night. You were so good about doing that— taking me home. You wore your blue jean jacket and when you pulled up to the front of my house, you walked me to my door. And I thought that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I talked about that for days.

Dark purples remind me of the lights in the club. It was your birthday. God, you were so drunk and it was interesting to see you in such a vulnerable state of mind. I took care of you that night, and I remember you were so appreciative. But just know I’d take care of you in any state of mind, at any time.

Brown reminds me of sweet November 9th. The chocolate and cheese fondue. The pinot noir. The dim lit atmosphere. The black dress I wore. How handsome you were. Such a gentlemen. It was our first actual date. “I’m going to pursue you now.” You had me head over heels for you. I was so nervous but so excited being there with you. We drank your favorite kind of wine and we were filled with giggles and so much conversation. We headed back to your place and picked up beer on the way... beer that we never even touched. So silly of us. We cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie, and then you said to me, “I don’t know how to do this, but will you be my girlfriend?” I was speechless, but I knew what I wanted. I knew it was you, so in my drunken state of mind I said my truth.

Greens remind me of Christmas. The color theme my family did that year. You wore a white dress shirt and dark green pants. And I wore a velvet green dress you were in love with. I remember thinking how handsome you looked. I was excited for you to hang out with my family. I watched you open your last gift from me— the Yankees blue print. The look on your face seemed so touched and it made me happy. We had too much to drink, but it was such a good Christmas. I remember you didn’t want to stop playing with my brother and I thought it was cutest thing ever. But I wanted you. And when I finally got you to come to bed with me, it felt so taboo and yet so right. I loved every minute that day.

Golds remind me of New Year’s Eve. Toast to us, a new year, a new set of memories to create. There wasn’t anyone in the world I would have rather been with that night. You thought you were so slick cornering me into your room. A drunken mess we were, but it was all so worth it.

Pinks remind me of our first Valentine’s Day. You had given me the key to your apartment, the one on Cullom. This was also when you first told me you loved me. I was again, so speechless. That night just seemed so perfect. You wined and dined me, we played our favorite game-- Uno, and in that moment you just wanted to spend the rest of your waking moment with me. It was incredible to feel how in love you were with me.

Acrylic paints

I tie memories with colors, and the colors are endless with you. This piece isn’t over yet.

We need more paint.

[athena-writes-i-guess]

Mixtape -Part 5 - The Rain Song

Series Summary: You’ve just moved from Los Angeles to Hawkins to finish your senior year and you meet Eddie Munson, who offers to help you find a place in your new school.

Chapter Summary: Moments in yours and Eddies relationship as you grow as a couple.

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4

Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Language, insecurities, pet names used(Sweetheart, dolly, princess, babe, sweetie, honey), established relationship, Valentine’s Day, school dances, alchohol, stealing

Word Count: 6.2K

Author’s Note: Hello! Welcome to part 5! I loved writing this so much. I’m sorry that it’s later than I meant but I wanted to give you something that I was happy with. This is just a bunch of moments with you and Eddie as your relationship grows. I hope you all think it’s as cute as I do. Also, sorry if this is not how snow days work, I lived in California for the first 25 years of my life and have never had one so I did my best. 

The next chapter will be the final one of the series(takes place during S4) and then I will just be doing one shot blurbs for these two of small moments. (Might take them to Cali later as this is a fix -it fic ;) ) 

Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next one!

Let me know what you think! and if you would like to request a one-shot.

*GIF not mine*

Tuesday December 31, 1985

“Fuck, it’s cold out here.” You said before trying to warm your hands with your breath. 

“I know, I’m sorry, but it sure is pretty at least right?” Eddie asked, taking your hands in his and rubbing them for you to try to help you warm them up.

“Mhm. There are so many stars, it’s insane.” You replied as you looked up to the sky. You were at the edge of Lovers Lake sitting in the back of Eddie’s van with the doors open, a worn blanket over your laps as you leaned into each other and looked at the winter night sky. The moon and stars lit it up in dark blues and purples. It was breathtaking. 

“In the summer, when the moon isn’t out, you can see the whole Milky Way.” The metalhead said as he too looked at the sky. 

“I can’t wait to see it.” You smiled. You looked up at Eddie, taking in the way his big doe eyes shone in the moonlight. “Speaking of summer.” You began, the metalhead pulled his attention from the sky to lock on to your eyes. “I-uh- had something to ask you.” 

“Shoot, sweetheart.” He said with a smile.

“Uhm, my dad got us a big graduation present.” You started. 

“Hopefully I actually graduate this year.” Eddie said with a slight scoff. He was trying to play it off as a joke but you could tell he wasn’t actually sure. 

“You will graduate Eddie, this is your year. If I have to study with you every single day to do it, I will.” You promised, you sent him an encouraging smile. “Remember, ‘86 baby.” 

“Right, ‘86.” He returned your smile. “Though, it will be hard to concentrate on studying when I have such a beautiful study partner.” He added, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a kiss, one you couldn’t help but giggle through.

“Hey, let me finish asking you my question!” You laughed, lightly pushing Eddie away as he peppered your neck with kisses. 

“Okay, okay. Go ahead, dolly.” He said with an exaggerated sigh. 

“So, my dad got us a special graduation gift. He got us tickets to see Megadeth in June.” You got out excitedly. You watched as a large smile broke out of Eddie’s face. 

“Seriously? Megadeth? I didn’t think they were coming out here in June! Did they add a date?” He asked quickly, clearly over the moon.

“Ah, no. That’s where the question comes in.” You watched Eddie cock his head in slight confusion. “The show is in Los Angeles. I have plans to drive out to California for a few weeks after graduation. And I was wondering if you wanted to do the trip with me?” You asked, somewhat anxious for his reply. 

“You want to drive with me across the country and take me to a Megadeth concert in L.A.?” He questioned. 

“Yes?” 

“Holy shit, doll. That sounds amazing! Of course I want to go!” He practically shouted, he grabbed the sides of your face and planted a searing kiss on your lips. “No one’s ever done anything like that for me.” He added after pulling back, he was staring into your eyes like he was trying to memorize every single color in them. “You’re too good for me, you know that right?” 

You scoffed lightly, “I am not.” You placed your hands on his arms that were still holding your face and gently squeezed. “We’re good enough for each other, Eds. You deserve me as much as I deserve you.” You felt your face heat up as you added, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted Eddie.” 

“Me too, sweetheart. Everything.” And his lips were on yours again as he kissed you hungrily. He moved his hands from your face, one making its way into your hair and the other around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he could get you. Your hands found their way to his back and you clung to his vest, kissing like neither of you needed oxygen to live. 

You don’t know how long you were like this and it didn’t matter, nothing else mattered besides kissing Eddie. At some point he had moved you into his lap so he could get you even closer to him, the arm around your waist was almost painfully tight but you couldn’t care less. He tasted like cigarettes and champagne, a combination you weren’t sure why you found so intoxicating. You couldn’t help the small moan you let out when he lightly nipped your bottom lip, which caused Eddie to smirk against them. 

You were interrupted when the alarm on Eddie’s watch went off. You pulled apart a little out of breath, both lightly giggling as Eddie turned it off. “Okay, five minutes until New Year’s.” He turned slightly behind him and grabbed your Styrofoam cup that you had been drinking out of earlier and handed it to you before grabbing his own, then he picked up the bottle of champagne the two of you “liberated” from the store and topped up both of your cups. 

“Do you have any New Year's resolutions Eddie?” You asked as you took a sip of your drink. 

“Just to spend as much time with you as I can.” He said with a grin. 

“If we spent anymore time together we would be conjoined twins.” You joked, “I’m serious, what are your resolutions?” 

“So am I, Y/N.” He said somewhat seriously, “I don’t care what happens this year as long as I get to spend every day with you still.” You felt your heart pound wildly in your chest at his answer. 

“Then that’s a good resolution.” You said with a shy smile.

“What about you?” He asked, taking a drink from his cup.

“Just to graduate and spend time with this really cute guy I know.” You responded cheekily. 

“Oh a cute guy huh?“ Eddie asked with a smirk and his eyebrow cocked. “Do I know him?” 

“Mhm, very well actually.” You smiled, “He’s got all this wild hair that I love playing with, and these cute little dimples when he smiles, a bunch of kick ass tattoos. Oh! And the biggest, prettiest, brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Those eyes could probably get me to commit a crime if he tried hard enough.” You giggled, you had brought your free hand up to cup the side of his face as you admired his features.

“I’m pretty sure they did get you to commit a crime, babe.” He chuckled as he nodded his head towards the champagne bottle, but you could see the slight pink in his cheeks. “He-uh- sounds real great, princess.”

“He’s one of the best people I’ve ever met actually. Really kind, and funny, talented, endlessly sweet. Perfect really. I don’t know where I would be right now without him.” You said seriously, looking into those eyes you loved. You saw a goofy love-sick look appear on Eddie’s face as you spoke, you were sure you wore a matching one.

“I bet he feels the same way about you.” He said softly, looking from your eyes to your lips and back as you flushed. “That’s a good resolution too.” 

“I like to think so.” You smiled, the two of you shared another heart-filled look with each other before you tore your eyes away, “How much time do we have left, honey?” 

Eddie looked at his watch again, “20 seconds actually.” He pointed his wrist at you so you could both watch it count down. 

“3…2…1! Happy New Year!” You said together before kissing right at midnight. 

“You know that was my first ever New Year’s kiss?” Eddie said as he took a sip of his drink after you pulled apart. 

“Mine too, actually.” You replied as you took a sip of yours, absentmindedly playing with a lock of Eddie’s hair with your other hand.

“First of many, I hope.” He said as he bit his lip lightly.

“I think so.” You replied confidently, loving the cute soft smile that graced his face. 

“I think this is going to be a good year, baby.” Eddie said as he set his drink down and wrapped both his arms around you again, pulling you into him further from your spot on his lap. 

“I think so too, Eds.” You beamed, leaning and kissing him again. 

~

Wednesday January 22, 1986

The wind was pounding on all sides of the Munson trailer as you and Eddie were cuddled on the small couch, a blanket wrapped around you both as you watched the copy of The Goonies you had rented that night before the snowstorm hit. 

You jumped after a particularly powerful gust rattled the window behind you. This was your first ever snowstorm and you were already on edge about possibly getting snowed in or the power going out, the trailer was barely warm enough with the power on. Eddie chuckled lightly and pulled you further into him with the arm that was around your shoulder.

“It’s okay baby, just the wind.” He said gently, leaving a kiss on your temple. “Nothing to worry about, we get these all the time. If we’re lucky, the school will call and we won’t have to go in tomorrow.” 

“That’s a real thing? Snow days?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend's face. You watched as an amused smile graced his features and he looked down to meet your eyes.

“They are indeed, sweetheart. And with a storm like this, I give ‘em an hour before they call. Then it’ll be you and me; sleeping in, watching movies, I can show you how to play my guitar again.” He listed, seemingly very excited about the prospect. “Oh, you’ve never made a snowman, or had a snowball fight have you?”

You shook your head, you had only ever visited your grandma when it was warmer or at least for Christmas before the snow really stuck. “You have to go up to the mountains to get to the snow in L.A. and I never really made time to do that.” You smiled. 

“Oh well then dolly, if we get the day off I’ll show you how to embrace a snow day.” He smirked, kissing your cheek before turning his attention back to the movie. 

Exactly 48 minutes later, with the storm not letting up outside, the phone in the trailer rang. Eddie shot you a knowing grin as he got up to answer it. He listened to the message on the other side for a few moments before hanging up the phone and walking back to you. 

“No school tomorrow!” He said with a large smile before plopping down next to you again. “I’m going to teach you how to make a snowman. Maybe we’ll have a snowball fight too.” 

“You promised me we’d get to sleep in, we get to do that right?” You asked as you rested your head on his shoulder, wrapping the blanket around you two again. 

“Oh of course we do. I’ll never pass up more sleep next to my girl.” He said before kissing the top of your head and putting his arm around you. 

~ The Next Morning ~ 

You woke up a little past 10, your head using Eddie’s chest as a pillow as the man laid on his back with his arm wrapped around you, holding you close to him. You looked up at your boyfriend and couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. You loved seeing Eddie like this, peacefully sleeping, the gentle sunlight making his features look soft and beautiful. Like some kind of renaissance painting. You could look at him like this for hours, never wanting to break his peace. 

“Are you staring at me, princess?” He suddenly asked, a small smirk appearing on his face though his eyes were still closed. 

“How could you even tell?” You asked with a giggle.

“I can feel your eyes on me.” He said, finally opening his eyes to meet yours, a large sleepy smile on his face, “Morning, gorgeous.” 

“Good morning, handsome.” You beamed back. 

“God, I love waking up like this.” He said with a happy sigh, wrapping his other arm around you and holding you close. “Waking up with you makes every day better, you know that?”

“Mine too, Eds.” You said brightly, leaning up to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

“More.” He said with a grin. 

You laughed and leaned up, kissing his other cheek. 

“More.” 

Suddenly you were attacking his face with kisses as he laughed under you, you made sure to cover his entire face before pulling back with a large smile. “That enough, baby?” 

“Yeah, that’s enough. For now. How about we go make breakfast huh?” Eddie asked with a love sick smile as he pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. You nodded in agreement, leaving one more kiss on his lips before getting out of bed. Eddie followed, groaning as he stretched his back when he stood. 

“Wow there’s so much snow out there!” You said as you looked out Eddie’s window, the trailer park was covered in the fluffy white powder, making it look like it was covered in frosting. The sun was shining and the reflection off the snow made the whole place look brighter than you had seen it before. “I can’t wait to make a snowman!” You said excitedly, turning a big smile on Eddie as he was pulling on a band shirt. 

“Yeah? Me neither, doll.” He smiled back, “Know what you want it to look like?” 

“Can we dress it up like Wayne for when he gets home later?” You chuckled as you led the way out of the bedroom and into the small kitchen, Eddie laughed lightly as he followed. 

“Yeah we can put an old shirt on it, and one of these hats.” He gestured towards the walls littered with his uncle's collection.

You found yourself out on the little porch about 45 minutes later, you had changed out of your sleeping clothes and into much warmer ones after breakfast. You were waiting for Eddie when something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. Rounding the corner onto the plowed street on their bikes were Dustin, Mike, and Lucas. 

“What are you all doing here? Isn’t it like 7 miles from your house Wheeler?” You asked when the boys got within ear shot. “It’s also cold as hell out here, why are you on your bikes?” 

“We’re bored and wanted to see if you and Eddie were doing anything.” Dustin said as he dropped his bike off to the side of Eddie’s van, the other boys following. 

“You know there’s a phone right, Henderson?” Came Eddie’s voice as he walked out of the trailer, shrugging his leather jacket on as he did. 

“Yeah, well we were already out and the arcade was still closed so we came out here.” Mike said as they walked up to where the two of you were standing. 

“Well we were going to build a snowman because I’ve never made one before.” You said cheerfully, “You can help if you want!” 

“You’ve never made a snowman?” Lucas said incredulously, raising his eyebrow in disbelief. 

“From California remember? It’s like 70 degrees year round, where am I gonna get snow to make a snowman?” You scoffed, “I’ve made some pretty great sand castles though.” 

You all decided to make the snowman right by the steps of the front door so Wayne wouldn’t be able to miss it when he got home. The guys showed you how to start the balls and how to get them bigger by rolling them in the surrounding snow until it was the proper size. 

You laughed and chatted about the campaign you had the next day as you worked, excited about the story Eddie created. You had just started a new arc for the semester and the villain, Vecna, was turning out to be quite challenging so far. The boys tried to probe Eddie for any hints with the story as you built the snowman but the man wasn’t budging. 

“I’m not giving away any secrets, that defeats the point of playing.” Eddie said as he placed one of Wayne’s hats on top of the completed snowman’s head. 

“Oh come on Eddie! Just a little hint?” Dustin asked, crossing his arms as he did. 

“No way Henderson, that’ll give you all an advantage. That’s not very fair, now is it?” The man said with a smirk. As he turned to walk back into the trailer a small ball of snow hit him in the back of the head, freezing him in his spot. 

He turned around almost threateningly slow, a playfully annoyed look on his face, “Which one of you little shits threw that?” He asked as he sauntered closer to where you and the boys were standing. The four of you looked at each other quickly before scattering, running in all directions away from Eddie. 

You ran as best as you could through the snow until you were hiding behind the trailer across the street from Eddie’s. You could hear the others laughing as they tried to evade the metalhead as he chased them down. You were packing a few snow balls as you heard a loud yell of surprise from the other side of the trailer. “It was Y/N!! She threw it!” You heard Mike rat you out. 

“Uh-oh.” 

“I knew one of you would spill, thanks Wheeler.” You heard your boyfriend say. Armed with a snowball in each hand you peered around from behind the trailer to see if you could spot them. You saw them about 30 feet from where you were, Eddie was helping Mike up from the ground where he seemed to have tackled him. 

Eddie scanned the area for a moment before his eyes locked with yours and a large shit-eating grin appeared on his face. “Oh sweetheart, seems you’ve been found out!” He yelled as he started after you. 

“Thanks a lot Mike!” You called as you ran to the woods that were behind your hiding spot. 

You couldn’t help the laughter that was bubbling out of you as you ran through the trees, trying to stay out of Eddie’s grasp as he began to gain on you, his legs were longer than yours so it was easy for him. 

You threw one of the snowballs in your hands behind you when you heard him get particularly close, you could hear the snow collide with its target before you were being pulled to the ground. You felt Eddie’s body land on top of you as you collided with the snow, getting a face full of the cold slush. 

You were giggling as Eddie flipped you around so you were on your back pinned under him, you saw the large playful smile he had on his face, “That wasn’t very nice now was it, princess?” 

You put on as innocent a look you could muster in the moment, “You said you wanted a snowball fight, honey.” You smiled sweetly.

“That’s not really what I had in mind.” He laughed as he pried the other snowball out of your hand and threw it to the side. “I was supposed to get you covered in snow, not the other way around.” 

“Now, that’s not very nice, now is it?” You said his words back to him teasingly, Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“Jesus, you’re a menace you know that?” He laughed as he laced his hands with both of yours. 

“Yeah, but I’m your menace!” You beamed back. 

“Yeah, you are.” He said fondly as he looked into your eyes, you watched him ever so slightly bite his lip as his eyes shot down to look at yours and back up to your eyes. “You know babe, your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?” He said with a confident smirk. You rolled your eyes playfully at the line, but leaned up and smashed your lips against his.

“Eww, get a room you guys.” You heard Dustin say from behind Eddie. The metalhead broke the kiss and sighed as he leaned back from your chuckling face, looking behind him to see the 3 freshmen. 

“You know, I think we will Henderson.” Eddie said as he stood up, he leaned down and helped you up before wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you back towards the trailer park. “Time to get lost now, twerps.” 

“Oh come on! That’s not fair!” You heard the boy call as you two walked away.

“Too bad, boys!” Eddie shouted back over his shoulder. You then heard the sound of snow hitting an object and Eddie stopped walking. You looked and saw the fresh snow falling down your boyfriend's back and the smirk on Dustin’s face. 

“Oh you’re gonna get it now you little shits.” Eddie said before he started chasing after them.

~

Thursday February 6, 1986

“Okay class, I’m going to let you take the rest of the period to study for the test tomorrow, you may work with your table.” Mr. Deerfield, your physics teacher, said from the front of the classroom. 

The class filled with light chatter as the students turned to each other, many actually studying for the test while a few were discussing plans for next week's Valentine’s Day Sweetheart Dance. The school was decked out with pink and red paper hearts everywhere and there were banners promoting the dance seemingly in every hallway. 

“Hey, do you think you’re ready for the test?” You heard Robin say next to you. You had been sitting at the same table as her since your first day at Hawkins High and, besides Eddie, she became one of your first friends here.

“Yeah I think so, do you need help with anything?” You asked, turning to face her. 

“No, I just wanted to see if you actually wanted to study or if you want to talk about the dance next week.” She said quietly, “Are you and Eddie going?” 

You smirked slightly, Eddie Munson at a Valentine’s Day dance? You had wanted to go, never having had a boyfriend to take to one of those school dances before, but you were pretty sure Eddie wouldn’t want to go, it not really being his kind of scene. 

“I don’t think so, I’ve mentioned it once or twice but I don’t think he’ll want to go.” You responded, not being able to help the slight disappointment in your voice. You knew that those dances weren’t really your scene either but there was something about the idea of getting dressed up and dancing all night with Eddie to cheesy love songs that made you want to go. 

“Yeah, I haven’t ever seen him go to a dance before.” She said thoughtfully, “But hey!” She exclaimed quietly, turning completely to face you in her stool. “You can come with me and my band friends! A few of us are going even though we don’t have dates! It’ll be fun still!” 

“I don’t know, going with Eddie is kind of the only reason I’d want to go, you know?” You said, receiving an understanding nod from your friend. You looked around the room quickly before you added in a hushed voice, “Are you going to go with Vicki? You know, as friends?” You gave her a sly smile, it was hard to miss the way she looked at her band mate and you had broached the topic gently about a month into school.

You saw the color rush to her cheeks ever so slightly, “No! I mean she might be there, but she’s not going with me-or us I guess I should say.” She rushed out quickly. 

“Hey, maybe you should chat with her if you see her there, spend a little time with her.” You suggested softly. “I know you said that you aren’t sure, but I think Vicki might be interested too.” 

“There’s no way to know in a place like this, I can’t just ask a girl to dance or anything without being shunned by the entire town.” She whispered, looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. 

“Okay, okay! I understand! I just want you to be happy, you know?” You said with a warm smile, grabbing her hand and gently squeezing it. 

“I know, thank you. It’s nice to have another person besides Steve to talk to about this.” She replied gratefully. 

“I’ll always be here for you, Robin.” You reassured. 

Over the sound of the class you could hear a knocking coming from the classroom door. 3 short knocks, followed by 3 long ones and then finished with another 3 short ones. S.O.S.

“Eddie.”

You turned to the window in the door and could only briefly see some brown hair as it bolted away from the door as your teacher approached it. You had taught Eddie S.O.S. in morse code in case either of you needed each other and couldn’t say it. Though, Eddie liked to use it to get you to skip class with him. Something you’re sure he was doing now. 

You waited 5 minutes from when the teacher sat back down to excuse yourself to the nurses office, claiming that you weren’t feeling well. Robin knew what the knocking was and had given you a knowing look as you said goodbye for the day. 

You walked out of the school with your belongings, buttoning your jacket up to fight the chill as you made your way across the campus into the woods behind the school. There waiting for you at the bench with a large smile was your boyfriend. 

“Hi princess.” He said happily as you approached him. He leaned over to grab a quick kiss once you had sat down. 

“Hey baby, what’s up?” You asked, resting your hands on the table. 

“What? Can’t I just want to see my girl?” He asked with mock offense. 

“Usually you send an S.O.S. when you want to ditch. Is that what we’re doing?” You wondered impishly.

“Well, yes. But, I also wanted to ask you something.” He said, grabbing your hands in his and looking up at you with a soft smile. You cocked your head at this.

“I was wondering if you would go to the Sweetheart Dance with me, sweetheart?” He finished with a playful raise of his eyebrows on the pet name. 

“Wait. You’re asking me to the dance?” You asked, confused. You couldn’t believe you were hearing this.

“Well, yeah. You mentioned going, and I’ll admit, it’s not something I usually do. But you want to go. So I want to take you.” He said sweetly, biting his lip in anticipation, for some reason nervous that you’d reject him. 

“Are you sure Eddie?” You pressed, not wanting to force him to do something he’d hate. 

“More than sure. I’m not gonna lie, I’d love to see you in a pretty dress and, don’t tell anyone, but I love dancing to shitty love songs with you.” Eddie said, leaning forward to leave a chaste kiss on your cheek. “So what do you say babe? Will you go with me?” 

You beamed at your boyfriend and squeezed his hands, “Of course I will.” You leaned towards the man and peppered his lips with excited kisses. “Thank you for doing this honey.” 

“Anything for you, sweet thing.” He grinned, “Well since we’re already out of school, how about we go back to my place?” You nodded and the two of you stood up and made your way to Eddie’s van hand in hand. 

~ Saturday ~ 

“Can you try on the red one again?” Robin asked from her chair near the dressing room. You were at a store in a mall a town over, trying on dresses for the dance. The day before, you had gone to class and told your friend how Eddie asked you to go and you asked her to help you find a dress. You had found the style you wanted, a pretty knee length off the shoulder satin dress, but couldn’t decide on what color to go with. 

You went back into the dressing room and changed into the red version of the dress, you then walked out and your mom helped you zip up. You did a spin in front of the women, “What do you think? Is it too cliche to wear red for Valentine’s Day?” 

“Not when you look like that in it.” Robin said honestly, receiving a chuckle from your mom. 

“You do really look amazing in it sweetie.” She said from her spot next to Robin. 

“Thank you, I just want to look nice for Eddie.” You responded, still unsure. 

“You could show up in a trash bag and I think Eddie still wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of you.” Your friend joked, you flushed at the comment. 

“You know, I wore a red dress like this to my Sweetheart Dance too.” Your mother stated, “It’s the night your dad and I got together.” She smiled at the interested looks you and Robin shared. “It was junior year, he had been working himself up to ask me for 2 weeks, worried that I’d say no. He didn’t know that I had a crush on him for 3 years at that point, so he spent the whole night trying to impress and flirt with me.” You watched as she seemed to smile brighter at the memory. “I remember we were dancing to This Magic Moment and he had just finished telling me this stupid joke, and I got this feeling thatI knew that this was the man I was going to marry. And the rest is history I guess.” 

“I never knew it was at the Sweetheart Dance.” You smiled. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think it was necessary to tell you which dance. I didn’t know you would be going to the same dance at the same school nearly 23 years later.” She said with a chuckle. “So what do you think? Which color?” 

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, “I’ll go with the red.” Returning the smiles the women were giving you.

~ Friday February 14th ~ 

The dance was in full swing, you were dancing to a Madonna song with Robin and some of her band friends, catching the eye of your date every now and then from his spot at your table, an amused look on his face as he watched you. 

Robin had been right, Eddie hadn’t been able to take his eyes off you all night, since the moment he entered your house with a matching corsage his eyes had been glued to you. He had even frozen in his step for a moment when he first saw you, your dads laughter being what broke him out of it and he had simply said, “You look amazing sweetheart.” 

Eddie made his way across the gym as the song faded and the next one started up, Faithfully by Journey. He presented his hand to you when he reached you, “May I have this dance, princess?” He asked with a sweet smile. You returned it as you took his hand and he pulled you flush with him, he wrapped his arms around your waist as yours went around his neck. “I can’t believe I get to dance with the most beautiful girl all of Hawkins.” 

“You get to date her too.” You laughed lightly to yourself. 

“I know! I’m the luckiest, aren’t I?” He said back, resting his forehead against yours. “They say that the road

Ain't no place to start a family

Right down the line, it's been you and me

And lovin' a music man

Ain't always what it's supposed to be

Oh, girl, you stand by me

I'm forever yours, faithfully.” Eddie sang along with the song.

You felt yourself flush as you saw the look of utter adoration come across the metalheads face, never having been looked at like that before. You pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss, trying to put all your feelings that you didn’t have the courage to say outloud into it. You knew that you wanted to be by his side for as long as Eddie would have you. 

~

Saturday, March 8, 1986

“Eddie? Baby? Are you home?” You called as you entered the trailer. You had helped your grandma run errands today and Eddie wasn’t expecting you for another hour but you knew he wouldn’t mind if you came by earlier. You had been knocking on the front door for a few minutes with no answer, but you know that he was home from his van that was parked out front. You didn’t see him in the living room. Maybe he was napping? Or listen to music with headphones? You made your way down the hall that led to his bedroom, a soft strumming of a guitar coming from the open door. 

“Ed-” You froze in the doorway. There he was, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to you, his guitar in his hands and headphone over his ears as he played along with what he was listening to, seeming to be trying to teach himself. But it was that reason that you paused, the song that he was listening to was your favorite, The Rain Song by Led Zeppelin.

“This is the springtime of my loving-

The second season I am to know

You are the sunlight in my growing-

So little warmth I've felt before.

It isn't hard to feel me glowing-

I watched the fire that grew so low.” 

He sang out as he strummed along with the song. You knew you wanted to hear more, not believing that he was learning this song, your heart clenching at the gesture. But you felt like you were intruding, he clearly hadn’t meant for you to hear it like this. You walked up to him and gently placed your hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. 

Eddie jumped when he felt your hand, thinking that he was alone. He pulled the headphones off his head quickly and looked up at you, a blush creeping to his cheeks at getting caught. “Hey baby, I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” 

“Yeah, we got done early, I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would mind. I- I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” You said quickly. 

“No, it’s okay dolly. I was just hoping to surprise you at the show next week.” He said with a shy chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.   

You sat next to him, turned to him so you could see him fully. “Will you play it for me? Please?” 

Eddie looked slightly surprised at your request, the blush on his cheeks deepened  a bit as he wetted his lips nervously, “Yeah I can do that sweetheart.” He said softly. He turned to you so you were both facing each other now, he looked up at you as he started playing again, picking up where he had left off. 

“It is the summer of my smiles-

Flee from me keepers of the gloom.

Speak to me only with your eyes

It is to you I give this tune.

Ain't so hard to recognize-

These things are clear to all from

Time to time. Ooooh…

 Talk talk-

I've felt the coldness of my winter

I never thought it would ever go

I cursed the gloom that set upon us...

But i know that I love you so”

Eddie looked into your eyes as he sang to you, trying to put as much emotion into the lyrics and his expression as he could.

“But I know that I love you so.

These are the seasons of emotion

 And like the winds they rise and fall

This is the wonder of devotion-

I see the torch we all must hold.

This is the mystery of the quotient-

Upon us all a little rain

Must fall, just a little rain?

Ooooh, yeah yeah yeah!”

You bit your lip when he finished the nearly 8 minute song, trying to keep your emotions back. Did he mean it? Or was it just because they were the lyrics to the song? You knew how you felt about Eddie, you knew it since the dance at least, if not longer, but you knew you loved him and you hoped that he felt the same way. Was this the confirmation?

“Do you-uhm- did you mean the lyrics Eddie?” You asked tentatively.  

You saw Eddie gulp, he searched your eyes for a moment before slowly nodding his head. “I love you Y/N L/N.” He said confidently. 

You felt the smile that broke out on your face as you reached out and cupped Eddies face, you pulled him to you in an emotional kiss, pulling back after a few moments breathlessly, “I love you too Eddie Munson.” You watched him beam up at you before your lips were on each other again.

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I absolutely love false god <33

A Love Like Religion | m.m.

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

A False God drabble

In which she and Matt finally have their first date

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: A sweet little bit on their first date. It was supposed to be for Valentine’s Day but uh I was too tired to post last night lol

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“It wasn’t supposed to rain,” Matt laughed, standing next to the window of the office as the rain hit against the windowpane.

She had turned up at 4:45, just like he’d asked, dolled up for their first official date outside house arrest. It had been quite a while since she had last dressed up for any sort of event. She’d mentioned when she came in that it was probably Stark’s party before Ultron that she wore heels for anything. Matt joked, asking her if she was taller than him tonight.

“I don’t mind staying in,” she reassured, moving to lean against him, her hands resting on his shoulders as she looked out the window.

His arm snaked around her waist, humming at the feel of her dress under his touch. “I promised you a romantic first date,” he reminded her. “And made you wear heels.”

“You better have an umbrella then.”

Matt chuckled, pointing towards the corner of the office. There was a small pile of various umbrellas, and she looked back at him curiously.

“There’s like six here.”

“People just…leave them, all the time. It’s amazing what happens when you actually have clients.”

She laughed some, shaking her head as she grabbed one that would fit them both. The rain started coming down harder, and she looked to the window one last time.

“You sure you wanna go out?” She asked one again.

Matt chuckled, ushering her towards the door and out of the office building. Foggy and Karen called after them, telling them to be safe and be careful. The implication that neither of them could handle a little rain —or a little danger —made the two laugh as they stepped into the downpour. While their umbrella protected most of their bodies from the rain, it still splashed up from the ground and she complained about the heels.

Their night would only be more inconvenienced from there, though.

The restaurant he planned to take her to was closed. He swore he didn’t know; it was open the last time he and Foggy had come there. She asked when that was and Matt sheepishly admitted it had been months ago. The next few places they found were either too long of waits or also closed. Matt was getting frustrated as they came to the corner, across from a park.

She hummed a little, looking around for a moment. Then she closed their umbrella.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, laughing as she looked around again. Then she simply left the umbrella leaning against the building.

“We’re going to the park,” she announced happily, laughing some as the rain started to soak through her dress.

“You got rid of the umbrella —“

“Because we’re gonna dance in the rain,” she explained, taking his hand once again and leading him across the street.

“I’m really not a dancer,” he continued, but he didn’t fight as he followed her into the park. Really, he was laughing as she pulled him along.

Letting her take the lead was ridiculous, honestly, because he was wearing a suit and his glasses. She was in heels and a pretty dress, and he was sure her make up was running in the rain. But she was so excited, and he could feel the excitement bubbling in the air as she lead them to an open part of the park that was lit up.

Her heels fell on the sidewalk as she took them off and dropped them. Matt raised a brow, chuckling as she sighed from the relief. She dropped her purse next to her shoes, and looked around the park, taking in everything around her. Then suddenly, Matt saw what she saw.

The rain, the street lamps, the trees, the grass. He saw her heels, a pretty patent red leather that were discarded on the ground. And then he saw her standing in the rain, wearing a simple black dress. Drenched to bone, the fabric clinging to her as she extends her arms out to him. He doesn’t hesitate this time, moving to take her hands and pull her into his arms.

“There’s no music,” he pointed out, though he seemingly didn’t care as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Who cares?” She asked, starting to sway as she pulled herself closer to him.

“This isn’t the first date I had in mind, you know,” he said, following her lead once more as she swayed them to invisible music.

The vision of her disappeared, but the feel of her under his grasp remained steady. Her hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck, smiling as rain slid down her face. Matt pressed his forehead against hers, unable to help himself as he smiled too.

“I think this is the best first date we could have had. Nothing ever works in our favor, why would a first date?”

She had an excellent point. They had terrible luck; rain was the least of their concerns. But the longer he stood in the rain with her, the more he realized that this was such a perfect moment for them. Standing in the rain, laughing at each other. The first normal, clear cut moment they had shared since they met. Finally, he took her hand, spinning her around slowly.

They stood in the rain for a long time, swaying to their invisible music. Her cheek rested against his chest as he took the lead, one arm around her waist as he held her hand in his. With his cheek resting on the top of her head, Matt tried to imprint this moment in his memory.

Matt suddenly realized that maybe he had a future outside the mask after all; as long as she was there with him.

It’s a shame that his past was rooting around their apartment as they danced in the rain, though.

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Valentines day: Leo Valdez

(A/N) this is a reference to what lover eye necklaces look generally 

- Leo fully goes into Valentine's Day - he used to be grumpy about it. Cause he was single (ha) - but now - he LOVES it - I've stated it before but this dude plans for the things he's excited for like a month in advance (totally not to over compensate cause he can't tell how long the planning will take him...totally not) - and again, he makes you a present - it just feels nice...yk? - he also doesn't have a lot of money so he'll cook dinner! - he's actually kinda a good cook ngl - and he TRIES to be romantic! - he's just not amazing at it - but you can really tell he's trying! ~~~~~~~

This was Leo's first official valentines day with a real date! He'd get valentines day stuff without it being one of those dumb 'bring some for everyone else' events. He was finally dating someone!

He spent a long while trying to figure out a present for you. He already made you a charm bracelet and he didn't want to make anything too cheesy then it hit him! A new weapon! You had complained about your old one being kinda beat up and breaking. You had been planning on getting some random one but NO! He won't let HIS baby, HIS Amor, THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE! Have some random weapon made by some PEASENT! He'll make you a custom one!

So he spent January picking out the material, shape, design, and carvings. He also spent a lot of the time deciding what he'd cook and how he could make the bunker look cleaner and romantic. There was also the deal of getting his siblings away from the forges for a full day(plus some) . Which he did manage to do. After a bit of begging.

So he spent a good chunk of February 13th setting up a romantic feel in bunker 9. By the end of the day he had decided it was absolutely perfect and went to sleep or at least tried to. He was pretty gitty about his first real valentines day, so it took a bit longer to get to sleep then he would have liked.

When Leo woke up he headed to the dinning pavilion and walked up to your table "hey there baby." He said, kissing you.

"Hey there hot stuff. What you up to?" You looked over to him, trying to ignore the giggling, kissing faces and kissing sounds from your sibling(s).

"Nothing much, I got a few things to finish up today. I'm still picking you up before dinner right?" He asked, fidgeting with your fingers. You nodded at him "yeah. I actually also have a few things to finish as well so that's pretty convenient."

~~Time skip~~

Just as Leo finished making dinner his alarm went off, notifiying him to go and pick you up. He turned off the ring and changed to look a little more presentable. Which is to say, not having stains on his shirt.

Leo walked to your cabin only to not find you in there. Asking your sibling(s) they directed him to the arts and crafts center. There he found you painting...something. He honestly couldn't tell.

"(Y/n)?"

The sudden voice startled you, whipping your head around you were met with the face of your boyfriend. "Oh Leo! Is it already time?" You looked to the side at the clock on the wall and "shit it is. Okay I finished just give me a second to put this away and get changed. Just wait outside please?"

~~~Another time skip cause this is getting long~~~

The two of you walked hand-in-hand to the bunker, talking about whatever was on your mind. When you entered the bunker it looked better then it had ever. Or not better just....cleaner.

"Aww Lee this is so amazing!'

Leo only smiled at you, guiding to the newly set up table in the bunker. "So why don't we do the gift exchange now?" In all honesty Leo was rushing the present cause he couldn't wait to give you your gift. He was practically vibrating with excitement. "Oh okay yeah that's good!" Digging in your pocket you pulled out a small jewelry box and placed it onto the table, right next to a much larger box. The wrapping was a bit sloppy which somehow made it even more adorable.

Leo watched you open the box and your eyes lit up. You had been meaning to get a new weapon but this was so much better then you could have thought! It had a really beautiful designs. Some scenes of battles and quests you had been in, some just different myths.

"Leo! This is amazing! I love it. It's so beautiful. Thank you!" Leaning over the table you placed a hand behind his head and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss "No problem mi amor."

Leaning away he placed his hand on his gift "now it's my turn, huh?"

"I don't know now mine feels...dumb."

Leo waved you off "nonsense. I'm sure it's prefect."

Opening the box he was met with two pendants with...an eye painted on each. Leo looked up slightly confused. Taking a deep breath you looked to the side, blushing "I learned about these things called lover eye necklaces recently and they seemed romantic so I made one for each of us." Leo looked down at the pendants again, now that he noticed one looked like him and the other looked like you.

"I love them. Thank you amor."

(if you want to learn what lover eye pendent ask. They're super cute and romantic. The history is behind them is adorable.)

[everlasting-stories]

To Feel Again [M]

Genre: light angst, romance

Warnings[!]: smut, penetration, creampie, unprotected sex, mentions of adult toys

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader

Words: 4.4k / One-shot

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Valentine's Day: the day of roses and hearts and chocolates and romantic candlelit dinners. When people proposed marriage and professed undying love.

You sighed, staring unseeing into your bowl of cornflakes as they succumbed to their milky grave and turned to soggy goop. Funny how a date on a calendar could open the pit of despair that lived somewhere near your stomach. It had to be near your stomach. You've been reasonably hungry until you've noticed the date and the pit opened. Your hunger had fallen into it, and the memories and pain rose out of it.

There was a time when this day had been wonderful. Life had been wonderful, you didn't need Valentine's Day, but you celebrated it with reverence and, sometimes, wild abandon.

You knew what love was, what it felt like to love a man and how it felt to lose him. You remembered what he'd said that last morning, how he'd kissed you; how the sun had lit his face as he smiled, promising he'd be back. You also remembered the police, how the sun seemed to dim as they told you the phrases out of courtesy. They were sorry for your loss. They will let you know of details as soon as the investigation on the accident comes to an end.

Since that time, Valentine's Day had passed unheralded, unheeded and uncelebrated. You knew you were a joke of the office - entering thirties soon and never been fucked, that's what they said. The borning woman who had no idea what fun was, wouldn't have known what to do with a man if by some miracle you did catch the attention of one. They were wrong, of course. Not that it was any of their business; it certainly didn't affect your ability to do your job.

If you chose to act and dress your age and spend your evenings quietly, rather than as mutton dressed as lamb in some gaudy nightclub, surely that was your right?

You sighed again, getting up from the table, taking your cereal bowl and dumping the gloop down the sink. A bleak day of petty jibes and pitying looks lay ahead. At least you knew what to expect this year.

Last year had been your first Valentine's Day with this particular company and, therefore, your first with this particular bunch of malicious people - your fellow employees. As front counter receptionist, you were the company's first "public face" and some of your co-workers had decided it didn't look good if that face wasn't surrounded by gifts from admirers on this day.

When the first bunch of anonymous flowers had arrived, you've been flustered, flattered and flabbergasted that anyone would send you flowers. You had hurriedly cleared a space on the counter for them, proudly displaying them, fussing with them to show them off at their best and make them visible from the greatest distance. You kept touching them, moving them slightly, reaffirming they were really there. Your heart sang; someone had noticed you. Maybe he was too shy to reveal himself; maybe he was married and couldn't: your mind was alive with questions, trying to solve the mystery of their origin. You were all in all happy.

Then a large box of chocolates arrived, closely followed by more flowers. By lunchtime, these had been joined by a little plush cherub, two red plush love hearts, a pair of earrings, three more bunches of flowers, four assorted boxes of chocolates and a large jar of candy hearts. They all carried the same anonymous message. And you knew then and there what is the catch behind this.

By the end of the day there were nine flower arrangements, ten boxes of chocolates, three cherubs, the two red love hearts, three teddy bears, two jars of candy, the earrings and a gift box containing four pairs of edible undies. Just before the close of business the final humiliation came - a fantastically wrapped see through box containing an inflatable male doll with vibrating tongue, a massive purple vibrating dildo and a copy of the Sex for The Beginners book.

You had to stay at your post until the last visitor or client left. But the rest of the staff was already heading out of the building. Some boggled at your desk, some snickered, a couple made loud crass comments and a very few had appeared horrified at the pile of stuff surrounding yourself. The building had almost emptied before that last visitor departed. You were sure that, too, was a set-up, particularly when you saw it was the client that had been visiting quite frequently lately.

Myungsoo ushered the man to the street and turned back to you as you gathered your coat and handbag, ready to escape.

"Gee, you're a popular girl. Who would have thought?" He reached your counter and began collecting up the flowers, grinning madly. "Let me help you with all that."

Before you could say a word, he bundled all the flowers, chocolates and assorted other items into your arms. You could barely see where you were going. Myungsoo put his arm around your back and shepherded you out the door, peeking at the vibrator in its transparent box. "There you go, sweetheart. Looks like you're definitely gonna get some action tonight." He turned smartly away, laughing as he rapidly put distance between the two of you.

You obviously had thrown the whole lot in the nearest dumpster and hurried to the relative sanctuary of your car before breaking down and sobbing, burying your head in your hands to hide from prying eyes of curious passer-bys.

Standing at your kitchen sink, you wondered what they'd pull this year. It couldn't be worse, could it? You sighed again and then abruptly shook your head, standing straighter. To hell with it - you were not going to let them get to you today.

It had already begun when you arrived. A bouquet of irises sat at the front of the counter. You were tempted to throw them straight in the garbage, but decided they were too pretty, too unusual. So they stayed. Curiosity got the better of you as you looked at the card, expecting it to say something sappy and insincere, as last year's cards had.

"You are worth far more than they will ever realise. Hear the flowers."

You pondered the card. Hear the flowers?

What on earth did that mean? You raised an eyebrow as you settled into your post: at least it seemed this year would be more intriguing than last. During quiet moments throughout the morning, you'd pick up the card, reread the cryptic message and study the beautiful bouquet, but its secret was never revealed.

No gifts arrived for you, no more flowers. You were relieved, but it only served to deepen the mystery of the flowers. As your lunch hour approached, other staff began filtering out of their offices to take a break. They all noticed the irises. Several of the women stopped and commented on their beauty. No one laughed.

As always, you left the building for lunch. You would usually grab a sandwich somewhere and do a bit of window shopping. Anything to get away for an hour - if you stayed in the office, someone always "needed" you for something.

When you returned, a neatly typed page was on your desk: "The meaning of flowers". One line was highlighted in blue: "Iris: Have Faith. Don't Give Up On Hope." A single purple violet was pinned to the page. You scanned the page to find "Violet (Purple): You occupy my thoughts". You put the page to one side, but still in view, unsure whether to laugh at it and throw it along with the flowers away before the punch line or wait it out. This was definitely a far more sophisticated assault than last year.

Throughout the afternoon a steady procession of couriers arrived, carrying flowers and gifts. You nervously watched each one approach your counter, only to breathe a sigh of relief as the teddy bears and hearts, the chocolates and flowers were all destined for other souls.

At 4:30PM a man approached your station: nothing unusual in that; everyone that came to see someone had to check in with you. What was unusual was that he actually saw you as a fellow human, not a robot programmed to take names and give directions. He smiled at you, a real smile that reached his eyes and warmed your heart. Something familiar in his eyes...

"Good afternoon. My name is Kim Doyoung. I have an appointment to speak to Choi Myungsoo. Would you mind letting him know I am here, please?"

Quickly, you dialled Myungsoo's extension, giving him the information. Myungsoo, as usual was brusque to the point of rude, telling you to "entertain the idiot 'till I'm ready for him - he's not supposed to be here for another 15 minutes".

You were tempted to tell the polite gentleman exactly what Myungsoo had said, but instead used your tact and diplomacy (that was why you were hired after all) to tell him that "Mr. Choi is a little delayed. He will be available in a few minutes."

With that being said, you offered him a seat.

Again he smiled. "Those are beautiful flowers," he said, nodding towards the iris bouquet. "A discerning choice for a lovely lady."

You lowered your eyes, feeling the heat rise in your face, knowing you were blushing.

His voice softened and became much quieter. "You don't remember me, do you?" Your eyes flew to his face, confused. Were you supposed to know this charming man?

"I had an appointment here at the same time, on this day last year. I was waiting outside for a taxi when you left. That was uncalled for, the whole situation that happened - mean and heartless and exactly what I would expect of Myungsoo and his friends. I deal with them only because I must. They offer a service unparalleled in this town."

He leaned across the counter, his voice so low only you could hear. "How they manage it, I cannot tell. They are pig swill and don't know a pearl when confronted with one." Doyoung paused, seeming to weigh up his next statement, then leaned closer to you. "Did you hear the flowers?"

Your eyes again flew to his face, your mouth falling open a little. "You sent them?"

"I did. And the violet. I had hoped to counter whatever crass display they had planned this year. Would you possibly consider spending the evening with me?" His face was eager, hopeful. "A nice dinner?"

You were stunned, flattered, amazed - but also wary. This was Myungsoo's client. He could easily have been put up to this. You studied his face closely, seeking any hint of a lurking cad. His face fell. "But, of course, you have other plans. I apologise for embarrassing you." He moved away and sat, abashed, on one of the hideous lounge chairs to await his appointment.

You studied this man. He didn't seem to fit the mould of Myungsoo's usual cohorts. For one thing he was unerringly polite. He was also good looking, very, very good looking, without being outstanding or flashy. He was also much closer to your age than Myungsoo's and had an air of quiet confidence, like he had nothing to prove to anyone and nothing to fear from them either. You looked at the flowers. Could Myungsoo have possibly thought of something this elegant? You didn't think so. You took a deep breath: to hell with it.

"Mr. Kim?" He looked up. "What time would you like to pick me up?"

In your bedroom, staring at the clothes hanging limply in your closet, the cool bravado that had claimed you as you agreed to the date vanished. In its place indecision, doubt and outright terror took hold. It seemed painfully obvious to you now, away from the office and that lovely man, that it was all another twisted joke, something for the office beautiful people to laugh at during tomorrow's coffee breaks. Why did you say yes? Your wardrobe was woefully inadequate. It was years since you'd been out with a man; you were bound to make a fool of yourself, even if it wasn't a set-up.

At that thought your heart jumped and lurched. The possibility that Mr. Kim - no, Doyoung; this was a date not a business appointment - was sincere in his wish to take you out only heightened your confusion and indecision.

Finally, in desperation and the realisation that if you didn't decide soon, you'd still be in your underwear when he arrived; you chose a chanel-knee length cremé skirt and baby pink cashmere sweater, topped off with knee length boots. The heels were quite high, but you remembered him being tall, so that wouldn't be an issue, as long as you didn't fall over in them.

You were saved from an overcritical examination in the mirror. You had just completed applying your makeup when Doyoung arrived. You grabbed your coat and quickly walked out the door, before you had time to rethink and back out.

"You look lovely," Doyoung said, smiling down at you. Feeling the heat creeping up your cheeks; you weren't used to receiving compliments, particularly from someone like him. You mumbled a shy thanks as he helped you put on your coat and led you to his car.

Sitting in the car as he drove, you were able to study the mysterious man that is Kim Doyoung. He was extremely handsome, not in the classical sense, but he certainly was far from a plain looking man - a man at peace with himself. He knew who he was and was content with that; he knew what he wanted and how to get it; and what was beyond his capabilities and lost no sleep over it. He obviously managed quite well; his car was expensive but not too flashy.

The restaurant he took you too was a quiet small place, away from the standard eat-and-entertain strip. It was intimate without claustrophobia; the decor was elegant without being overbearing; the lighting low but not dim; the service attentive without being intrusive. The food you could not describe - later, you barely remembered what you had eaten beyond it being "nice" - your attention was totally taken by Doyoung.

He was gallant and charming; helping you with your coat and holding your chair for you at the intimate table for two tucked away in a corner. Doyoung quietly suggested items on the menu he thought you might like. It was obvious he'd been here before, was a regular, but usually without company. His choice of wine was perfect to go with the excellent food as you enjoyed each other's company.

And you talked.

You learned a lot about him. Doyoung was 34, older than you had thought; he had been engaged, but his fiancé decided to break off the engagement for simply falling out of love. He had had a series of short term relationships that had petered out and, for the past several years, had lived a solitary life, rarely going out with women. He didn't work as such; his livelihood came from investments, which explained him being a client of the company you worked in. Myungsoo may be a jerk, but he was the one of the best investment brokers around.

He had been attracted to you the first time he met you, a year ago, but had been intimidated by the evidence of all your admirers. When he realised it was all a cruel joke played by his adviser and the other brokers, he was mortified. He had seriously considered changing brokers, going to another organisation but that would have meant he had no chance of meeting you again. So he stayed. He had been in your office on three occasions since then, and each time had seen your quiet, unflappable charm and how your talent and lovely nature were either ignored or taken for granted by those around you. He was determined to gain your attention, but without the office cricus freaks being able to use it against you, hence the mystery flower delivery this morning.

You found yourself opening up to Doyoung. He seemed sincerely interested in hearing what you had to say, hanging on your every word. It was a liberating and wonderfully powerful feeling. You weren't used to being the centre of anyone's attention. You told him of your pride at the independence since the loss of your lover, all those years ago. You were happy in your little home, content with your work, rarely coming to the attention of the office jokers.

It was over coffee that you admitted to Doyoung something you haven't admitted to yourself: your life was lonely and you missed the affection of another person. You missed the companionship of sharing your life with someone.

Immediately after the words had left your lips you regretted them. You have given away too much of yourself, been too forward. You lowered your eyes, not wanting to see the closed expression you knew would be on his face, so you didn't see the fleeting look of pain, quickly followed by understanding and hope.

However, you did feel his hand close over yours and squeeze lightly. You looked up into a face of gentle eyes and soft smile. "Would you like to take a walk with me," he said quietly. "I think it's time we leave - they want to close the restaurant anyway."

You looked around yourself noticing that you two were the only people other than staff left in the restaurant, and many of the lights were dimmed. You gasped in wonder - you had no idea you've been there so long. "Yes, a walk would be lovely."

Doyoung ushered you along the street and across a small, neat park to a promenade along the riverbank. It was enough lit to feel safe and you walked along arm in arm. You felt his arm snake around your waist hugging you closer to him, and you snuggled against him, your arm around his back. The moon was up, the stars were out and the night was peaceful and clear.

Your heart was singing and your eyes sparkled. You've been right to take this gamble. He was sincere, and it was wonderful. But the night was late, and it was rather cold.

You shivered. Doyoung felt it immediately and turned off the promenade proposing to head back toward the street where he had left the car. "I'd better take you home. It wouldn't be much of a date if you ended up ill."

At your door, Doyoung formally thanked you for a lovely evening and asked if he could see you again. You smiled and surprised yourself only a little by reaching up and kissing him lightly on the lips before saying: "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?"

Doyoung blinked, looking mildly bemused for a moment before studying your face. "Are you sure?"

Oh, most definitely, you were sure. You have thought of nothing else since you two have left the river. He looked right, he felt right, and he smelt right. You wanted him but was sure he'd never make a move. He was too much of a gentleman to ever force the issue.

You took his hand and led him into your home, kicking the door closed with your foot, shutting out the rest of the world with its mean people and ugly attitudes. You reached up to kiss him again. This time he lowered his head to yours, cradling your face in his hands as he returned the kiss. The lips met and parted, allowing the tongues to join and caress each other. His hands moved down from your face to caress your body, yours moving up from his hips. Both of you parted, searching each other's faces for confirmation of your desires.

"I think we're on the same page," you said. "Why don't you leave your coat on the couch? Do you want the nightcap now, or after the tour?"

"I'll put a hold on the nightcap," Doyoung answered, reading the desire in your eyes and knowing it was mirrored in his while stripping off the coat.

"Right."

You took his hand again. "This is the lounge. There," you pointed to the right, "is the kitchen and dining room. This way," pulling him down the hall, "is the second bedroom, the bathroom and," dragging him through a doorway, "here is the main bedroom."

"Very nice," he said, looking around, trying not to focus on the bed.

Suddenly shy, you both looked at anything but each other, awkward in a lack of intimate knowledge of each other. Doyoung tentatively reached out a hand to you, aiming to caress your breast, veering off at the last moment to your shoulder, but still lightly brushing your breast with his fingertips. Your gasped breath emboldened him and he reached his other hand, caressing your other breast lightly as you shivered under his touch and sighed.

Your own hands went to his chest, running down the front of his shirt and back up, then beginning to undo the buttons, pulling the shirt from his trousers and teasing his bare skin with your fingers.

Doyoung pulled his shirt off and then raised the sweater over your head and off the arms, moving in to kiss you as his hands went around your back to undo the clasps of a bra and returned to cup your breasts. The sensation on your breasts as he caressed and pinched the nipples sent a sharp message straight between your legs. You could feel yourself becoming moist and shuddered under his touch; breath becoming uneven.

Pushing him away you removed the skirt, letting it pool at your feet while looking into his eyes. Doyoung took the hint and began unbuckling his belt, then grinned foolishly and sat beside you to take off his socks, sneaking kisses of your neck and shoulders as he did so. You both stood again, slightly apart. He dropped his trousers and you could see his briefs pushed out of shape by his erection, the fabric straining.

Doyoung stepped up, taking you in his arms, kissing down your neck and across the collarbone, his hands lowering to your hips, sliding under the elastic and beginning to tug your panties down. Your own hands flew to the top of his briefs. Together, you pulled down the underwear, stepping out of them and standing naked before each other. Again Doyoung moved first, holding you and gently pushing backwards onto the bed, following after you onto it.

He ran one hand down the body of yours, teasing and tickling the beginning of your womanhood and beyond, teasing you with his fingers, tickling across your mound and easing around your damp centre. You moaned as he explored, your hips twisting and twitching. It had been so long since another man had touched you there. It felt amazing, wonderful, but achingly short of what you needed. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. Reaching down, you took his cock into your hand. It was hot, hard and pulsed under your touch. Doyoung groaned and his hips jerked convulsively. You kissed him hard and whispered fiercely, "Please, it's been too long. I need you, now."

"For me too, far too long," Doyoung gasped back, rolling you onto your back and positioning himself before gently splitting your lips and sliding steadily but firmly into you. Your moans were prominent in the air as he stretched and filled you right, not stopping his steady thrust until he was wholly inside you, your warm walls gripping him tightly. Your eyes met and locked as you lay still, immersed in the feeling of each other's body.

Being warm, wet and a safe haven, you were engulfing his cock. Doyoung was filling you with his hard heat, owning your body completely. You fit each other perfectly; you could see it in each other's eyes. You belonged together.

As great as this feeling was, you needed more. Doyoung slowly withdrew, till only the very tip split you. Both groaning as he pushed back in, again slowly feeling each other with delectable inch. Slowly in and out, in and out, revelling in the feeling of each other's bodies, gradually building up speed as your need increased.

You could feel the fire building, the tension increasing as sensation on sensation smashed into you with each thrust, your body twitching, your hips writhing. Still it built; higher, tighter, fiercer. Your entire being was wrapped around Doyoung's cock as it pumped in and out of you. You could hear him grunting with each thrust, feel his body trembling as he got closer to his climax. His speed increased and you breath got caught in your throat, your back arched, legs went stiff as you began to twitch when the white light exploded through you, spreading warmth and scattering your senses.

You felt, from far away but deep within you, Doyoung losing his rhythm before coming, pumping wildly into you, grunting and thrusting hard one last time as he shot deep inside you feeling spent but overly fulfilled.

Your hand was making lazy circles on Doyoung's chest as you lay, curled against his side with a head on his shoulder. You weren't sure how you've come to be in this position, but it felt so right and he smelled so good.

You were at peace while drifting off to sleep.

Waking up without feeling body by your side, you immediately felt the loss. Doyoung wasn't there. Your heart dropped, the pit near your stomach threatened to open and engulf it. Sensing the tears coming up, you accidentally feel something on your side with a hand.

He wasn't there. But there was a note.

"I am so sorry. I hate to leave you, knowing you will wake alone. There is something I must do."

You had just finished reading when the phone rang, disturbing your thoughts. Grudgingly, you moved to answer it. "Hello."

"Wish I was still beside you."

Your heart flipped again. The pit dissolved so you could breathe again before whispering, "Doyoung."

"Y/N. Tell me, what are you planning for breakfast?"

"Uhm. Coffee? Maybe some toast. Why?"

"Don't move. I'm on my way. With breakfast. And it's better than toast."

You lay back in bed, listening to the dial tone after he hung up. Surprised, you smile softly. You must remember to thank Myungsoo for introducing them.

If this is how you will feel loved and feel free to love again, you have no complaints.

Your new chapter is about to begin and hopefully, it will last for a very long time with a man named Kim Doyoung.

[demonslayerimagines]

Happy Valentine’s Day

~ Mod Nezuko 💖

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke going on a date with their valentine!

Tanjiro

Tanjiro asked you to be his Valentine on a night that was lit up by the stars and the full moon. He wanted to spend the whole day with you!

Tanjiro would have most everything planned! Wanting your Valentine’s Day to be the best you’ve ever had!

He plans when to get you, where you’ll be going, what you’ll be doing, what he’s going to talk about! He wants to be prepared!

The two of you walk through the city, watching the lights in awe and eating at an udon cart as the streetlights are lit.

The night ends with your head on Tanjiro’s shoulder as the two of you make constellations in the sky...

Tanjiro glances at you, seeing your eyes sparkle as they reflected the night sky. The day had been just as he planned, the confidence in him rising as he shift his weight to the hand closest to you. You lifted your head and Tanjiro smiled as he looked into your eyes. The cold made you shiver and Tanjiro brought you closer as your faces were mere inches from each other. Tanjiro took that moment and kissed you. A gentle and soft kiss that yearned for more! You kissed back, feeling lightheaded. Tanjiro leaned back and just smiled at your blushing face. On the inside though, he was completely flustered by your beauty!

Zenitsu

Zenitsu would be asking you to be his Valentine on January 1st! Everyday with flowers or sweets until you said yes. Then he wouldn’t know what to do with himself!

He’d ask Tanjiro for help, wanting to make you his for sure that night! And he wanted it to be the perfect date!

Zenitsu would save up a bunch of money and take you out to a fancy restaurant!

He’d let you order whatever you want and order the two of you dessert! Along with buying you flowers! You’re showered with his attention!

By the end of the night, you’re holding hands as you both walk home...

Zenitsu gripped your hand, still as nervous as he was when the night started. He did everything right though and he was even walking you home in the dark. Even though he was scared, he wanted to make sure that you got home safely. As the two of you made it to your door, you stood there expectingly. Zenitsu was stunned by how you flowed under the light of lanterns that lit up the surrounding area. He gulped as he hyped himself up in his mind. You were almost disappointed, but Zenitsu leaned in and kissed you hungrily! His kiss was passionate and you could tell he wanted to do this all night! Savoring it as he gripped your hands, running his thumb along the back of it. It seemed like eternity before the two of you split. Now in comfortable and loving silence.

Inosuke

Inosuke only learned about Valentine’s Day from Zenitsu. He learned that you need a person, an activity, a gift, and a kiss by the end.

Inosuke was up for this challenge and said he’d complete it before the sun set!

He asks you bluntly! You’re actually caught off guard a bit! But you say yes.

He found a place in the woods, a sunny spot full of flowers! Set up a romantic picnic with rice balls and sweet buns to eat and picked a bundle of flowers and weeds for you!

The sun is beginning to set as the two of you talk about adventures and battles, Inosuke being prideful and laughing with you about old times.

Inosuke knew that this had to be the moment. It was beginning to get darker by the minute, but why did he feel so...so...UNWELL! His palms were sweaty and he was laughing a little too much and felt a little shaky! Was he sick?...No, perhaps it was more of a feeling than something physical. Inosuke shook his head and looked at you, your bright smile completely put him at ease as he took a breath. You were caught off guard as Inosuke cuffed your face and almost headbutt you! Wait...HE WAS KISSING YOU! It was aggressive, but also heated and made you want more. The two of you kissed as the sunset spread warm colors across the sky. Inosuke pulled back abruptly and cheered for his victory! He had the best Valentine! No one could convince him otherwise!

[slasherhaven]

can I request how the slashers would behave on Valentine's day? 🥰

The Slashers on Valentine’s Day:

Thomas Hewitt 

He’s excited to get to spend the holiday with somebody for once and wants to make it special for you.

He’ll take you out to a secluded area he knows, having a picnic where nobody will disturb either of you. He wishes he could take you out properly but he can’t, not that you mind.

Luda May will probably bake something, either for your picnic or for when you get back.

Will definitely get you a gift. Either homemade or something little he got Luda May or Hoyt to get for him when they went into town. He just doesn’t want to give you anything that he found on a victim, not for Valentine’s day at least.

And, of course, the day ends in the bedroom.

Michael Myers 

You’ll have to explain the day to him in the first place. He’s never celebrated it, possibly never even been told about it.

And, big surprise, he thinks it sounds dumb.

But, with some convincing, you get him to play along.

It’s not like the two of you can go out together so you keep it in the house. A nice dinner and a dessert, Michael certainly can’t complain about this. He might even watch a movie with you.

Jason Voorhees 

Might need a small reminder that the holiday exists. He never thought he would celebrate it with anyone so he probably just forgot about it all together.

But he will try to make it special, feeling bad that you have to spend the day stuck around the camp because he can’t go anywhere else.

Will take you for a picnic in his favourite part of the woods, a beautiful area he found.

He will get you a gift, most likely homemade.

Brahms Heelshire 

He’s eager to celebrate properly.

A candle lit dinner with classical music playing. He can be a real romantic when he tries...you might still have too cook. No! You’ll cook together!

After dessert, Brahms will invite you to dance. He just wants to replicate the kind of romantic dates that he’s read about, and he’s doing a good job at that.

He’s also extra sweet with you in bed that night, still trying to be as romantic as possible.

Bo Sinclair 

Big shocker, Bo thinks it’s stupid...but that doesn’t mean he won’t do anything on that day.

He might actually take you out of town, taking you to get something to eat else where. Where his brothers aren’t around to bug the two of you.

See, he can be romantic when he wants to be. 

Once he allows himself to relax and just enjoy himself, the two of you have a lot of fun. It’s also nice to be out as a couple somewhere other then Ambrose.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent feels bad that he can’t take you out of town but he does want to celebrate with you.

He takes a candle lit dinner a bit too far. He has a lot of candles, he got a little carried away...but still very romantic! 

He’ll also cook dinner, his treat. Bo will try to steal some. So Vincent will either cook extra or just fight Bo off all afternoon.

He worries so much about you liking it that you need to calm him down, promising him that you would enjoy yourself no matter what he planned. You just wanted to spend the day with him.

Lester Sinclair 

Even though he could technically take you out for dinner somewhere, he’s a very casual guy and would feel more comfortable just doing something in the house. Which turns out great because the two of you can get a little loud once you start joking around.

So you just spend the day together at home. Having dinner, listening to music, watching a movie. 

To him, it’s more about you just spending time together and enjoying yourselves than some fancy date.

Bubba Sawyer

It’s difficult to get any privacy in this house. So, Bubba packs up a picnic and takes you somewhere on the grounds that he knows the two of you won’t be disturbed.

He’s just happy to be spending this time with you.

Will gift you something homemade. He’s proud of it but really hopes you like it. Of course, you do.

Expect lots of hugs, kisses, and cuddles. That’s what the day is about, after all. Not that Bubba needs an excuse for these things.

Billy Lenz 

Of course, you’ll be staying in the house. You’ll probably make dinner for you both and just spend the day together.

Billy is pretty excited. Does this mean that he is going to get every little bit of your attention?

He knows about the day but hadn’t really celebrated it before. So, he’s eager to get to it.

Dinner followed by cuddling up on the couch to watch some movies, Billy loves just laying there with you.

Until the kisses on your neck tell you that it’s time to move to the bedroom for the rest of the night.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa will take the day off (at least from his night job), and spend it with you.

He’ll take you out for a nice dinner. It’s normal date because this is part of his ‘normal’ life.

He’ll be extra romantic. It might even surprise you.

Returning home, the two of you will sit and talk over wine. You hadn’t seen him so relaxed for a while, maybe just focusing on you was helping distract him from all his responsibilities.

Continues to take the romantic route with you once he gets you to the bedroom.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

Get’s a little carried away, as he always does when it comes to to treating you.

You’ll be going for a very nice dinner in a very expensive establishment. You aren’t sure if he is trying to show off to you, show off to other people, or just spoil you.

He’ll even buy you a whole new outfit for the date. As well as a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a box of chocolates, because they’re the more traditional gifts.

He also has some more...unsavoury gifts waiting for you at home. But that can all wait until you go to bed, of course.

Otis Driftwood

What you do that day is up to you.

If you’re into the same ‘hobbies’ as him, that’s how you’ll spend the day, because that’s the ideal date to him. 

If you want to go out, he’ll take you to a bar to get drunk and have a little fun. 

If you want something more private, Otis is happy to stay at home with you and just spend the day together since there aren’t many peaceful moments in this house.

He’ll get you something. Something he made himself or something he stole.

If you did decide to just stay home, you’re probably going to spend the whole day in bed.

Baby Firefly 

Baby will take you out to a bar to drink and dance, to just have some fun together.

But she is very clear that this is all about the two of you. If somebody tries to bother either of you, she’s just scaring them off. It’s not about getting a new victim either, she just wants to spend some time with you.

Will definitely give you some stolen gifts. When you’re out and you see something you like, she will get it for you because that’s what today is about!

Yautja (Predator) 

Well, you’re going to have to explain the tradition to him first.

Then he will do whatever he thinks he’s supposed to do. Flowers, chocolates, gifts, dinner, a whole lot of romance. He will do it all, to impress and please. It’s sweet, even if he goes a little over board.

Or you can take control, planning the day. He will still get you a gift if he’s heard that’s what he’s supposed to do.

He doesn’t actually think that the holiday is silly or pointless, he likes the idea. It’s oh so human but it’s cute. A day to celebrate relationships, a day dedicated to spending time with the one you loved. Yes, he likes that a lot.