#got a little glass of champagne to celebrate hehe

[northern-passage]

i was graciously gifted a lovely portrait of Lea by the amazingly talented @theartloca, and i'm happy to share it with all of you (and go check out her work and her commissions!!) i hope everyone is having happy holidays, a great rest of the year, and a happy new year 💕

[bestiesenpai]

OMG YESSSSSS HEHE I WOULD LOVE A FIRST VACATION TRIP WITH YOUTUBER SUKUNAAA!! AS WELL AS AN ONSEN VISIT

I’m glad to share the vision lol also femme reader, it gets a little ✨steamy✨

Being an influencer came with many perks, from free products to having hoards of people follow and admire you. And another big perk were brand sponsored trips.

“Sukuna, m’tired!” You whined as he loaded your suitcase into the back of the cab he called. It was just shy of 5am and you were heading to the airport to go on a trip Sukuna had been invited to.

“I know, baby.” Ushering you into the car, he let you sleep against his shoulder on the way. Helping you check in, once you got your tickets Sukuna took you right to the first class lounge.

“Wow, having five million subscribers sure has its perks.” Cuddling into his side on one of the couches, you gratefully took the tea he ordered you and let the liquid burn down your throat, warmth spreading across your stomach.

“You could say that.” It was a mystery how Sukuna was so well rested and awake for this trip. It was like he did this all the time.

Once on the plane, you passed out immediately, sleeping soundly and only being awoken by the in-flight meal and glass of champagne Sukuna insisted you have. This was your first brand trip and first vacation with him, it was something to celebrate!

“So I know I’m being sponsored by the company, but just let me know if there’s any activities you don’t want to do, okay? Like the 6 mile hike tomorrow at 7am, I have a feeling you won't be joining me on that.”

“Not a chance.” Still sleepy from the plane ride, you listened to Sukuna list off the itinerary for the trip as you took a ride to the hotel. The place they’d chosen for the trip was a remote village, famous for its mountains and natural hot springs.

Grabbing the key from the front desk, Sukuna was absolutely buzzing as he walked through the halls of the building. He'd said something about pulling a few strings for this trip and when he opened the door to the room you saw exactly what he meant.

Looking straight through the room, past the massive bed and gorgeous bathroom, was your own private hot springs. Inlaid with a stunning natural rockery and surrounded by bright green foliage, the spring overlooked the city, a small privacy fence cutting off any potential nudity to the outside world.

“This is amazing!” Rushing to the glass door separating you from the world, you stared at it in wonder.

“Told you I pulled some strings. I want you to have the best time of your life here, and what better way than a completely private spring?” Coming up behind you, Sukuna slid his hands around your hips, nestling your ass against him.

A light blush coated your cheeks as his hand dipped to your front, just beginning to skim the edges of your sex right as someone knocked on the door.

“Shit, that’s probably the event coordinator.” Pressing a kiss to the back of your head, Sukuna walked to the door and stepped out into the hall where you could hear his voice.

It was late in the evening when you arrived and the jet lag was still catching up with you, and after you ate a quick room service dinner you were out like a light.

Waking up alone, you had complimentary breakfast by yourself and got ready for Sukuna’s return.

“(Y/N), I’m back!” You could hear Sukuna before you could see him, and you certainly smelled him before that as well. Coming into view, he was drenched with sweat and clad in new workout clothes from the brand.

“How was the hike?” Holding out your hand to stop him from getting close to you, you let out a squeal when Sukuna forced your arms to your sides and kissed you. “Sukuna, you’re all gross and sweaty!”

“Don’t act like you don’t think it’s sexy!” He teased, flicking your forehead.

“It’s gross. Go take a shower.” Nudging him away with your foot, you watched him saunter into the bathroom.

As soon as he got out of the shower there wasn’t a moment to waste. The coordinators had arranged for a guided tour around the town, testing different cuisine and learning about the town.

Getting back after a very filling dinner, you collapsed onto the bed, ready to fall asleep.

“Hey, wake up, we’re going in that spring.” Yanking on your ankle, Sukuna chuckled when you grumbled and tried to kick him away. “C’mon, we have to try it out!”

“Go get it ready for me.” You mumbled with your face pressed into the mattress.

“If you’re not at the spring in five minutes I’m dragging you in, clothes and all.”

 “You wouldn’t-” Rolling over to face him, any words you had in your throat died. Sukuna was stripping completely bare in front of you, flexing every muscle he could that he worked so hard on to showcase for this trip.

“Like what you see?” Sukuna teased, flexing his bicep for you as he nudged his pants down.

“Maybe.” Looking away, your face burned as Sukuna laughed at you. Grabbing a towel for himself before heading out, Sukuna was in the water quickly.

“Join me, (Y/N)!” He called as soon as he got settled. Sliding slowly off the bed, you looked over at him. Sukuna’s back was to you as he faced the dimly lit town and mountains before him.

Peeling layer after layer off, you appeared before him, wrapped tightly in a towel and with a slight shiver going down your spine from the chill in the night air.

“Turn around.” You mumbled shyly, looking at the pitch black mountain range miles away.

“Alright.” Even though he’s seen you naked before, plenty of times, Sukuna still turned around, even going as far as covering his eyes for you.

“Okay, I’m in.” Sunk down to your collarbones, you let the hot temperature of the water relax you from any potential nervousness you had.

“How’re you liking the trip so far?” Wrapping an arm around your waist, Sukuna pulled you snugly to his side, letting the tips of his fingers come in contact with your breast.

“I’m having a lot of fun!” Cuddling into him, you made idle chatter about the things you’d done and what you were excited to do the following days of the trip.

“Ya know what I’m really excited for?” Sukuna whispered, and when you let out a hum he took a deep breath. “You.” Leaning forward, he wrapped his other arm around you and hoisted you into his lap, making you straddle him.

“Sukuna!” Clambering over him, you pressed your chest against his, your nipples dragging along his skin. His half hard cock was pressing against you and his hands were fully grabbing onto your ass, trying to rock you forward.

“What? No one’s around.” He chuckled, peppering kisses along your damp neck.

“Yeah but...” Craning your neck up, you looked at the empty hotel room in front of you and then the world behind you.

“No one’s gonna see.” Pressing his lips against your ear, Sukuna pushed a hand between your bodies, squeezing your thigh before delving between your legs.

“Sukuna...” You said his name softer now, biting your lip as his fingers found your clit beneath the water.

“God you’re fucking sexy.” Tilting his head back, Sukuna watched your expression go from apprehensive to pleased, lip still caught between your teeth but the tension in your brow was for a different reason now.

“Y-you are too.” Trailing a hand down his chest, your breath hitched when he started to rub your clit more firmly. Letting out a short moan, your head dropped to rest on his shoulder.

“I love when you get like this.” Digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass, Sukuna rocked you forward, getting friction on his cock. Putting your arms around his shoulders and your face more securely in the crook of his neck, you moaned loudly as pleasure shot up your spine.

“Gonna cum for me?” Sukuna asked, a little breathless himself. He was getting so worked up just from having you in his lap that he knew he wouldn’t last long once he had his cock inside you.

Nodding drunkenly, you rocked your hips harder, desperately chasing your orgasm. With a few more flicks of his fingers, Sukuna had you cumming in his lap with a long shaky moan.

Kissing the side of your head, Sukuna grabbed the base of his cock and tapped it against your sex, making you twitch from the overstimulation.

“Think you can take me?”

“Mhmm.” Pushing yourself up on trembling knees, you nodded again.

“Good, because I won’t be going easy on you.”

[pockyxx]

“ drunk in love ”

bokuto x fem!reader

genre: fluff. tw. alcohol, getting drunk. atsumu and hinata being troublemakers. fluff.

with it being new year’s eve, the msby jackals often had parties but this year one of their sponsors, the ceo of bouncy ball corp. had invited them to his penthouse for a celebration.

you being bokuto kōtarō’s girlfriend, it only a made sense for you to join him in the celebrations. he’d been talking about the party for a week in advice, telling you all about how he had kenma had been well acquainted through his friend kuroo way back in highschool.

“you ready?” he asked, as you put the finishing touches on your look, scanning over yourself in the bathroom mirror.

bokuto leaned against the doorframe, his large figure practically blocking your entrance. turning to face him, he’d really put his act together— hair gelled back nicely, expensive watch and a nice suit he had tailored for him.

“i am now, let’s go.” you bounced over to his side, ready to let the night take you away. kenma’s penthouse was nice but what else do you expect from a ceo?

“thank you so much for hosting this party, kenma-san.” you told him, holding a glass of wine while talking to the man. you had lost sight of your boyfriend but you knew he’d be with one of his teammates.

kenma shook his head, telling you not to worry about it while you cautiously scanned your eyes around the room. “you haven’t seen bo, have you?” kenma shook his head again.

“hm, i should probably find him, then.” you joke, leaving him behind in search of your boyfriend. it was well known that bokuto was a lightweight when it came to alochol so even just a few glasses could get him drunk.

you heard the chuckling from atsumu and hinata from the kitchen despite the door being closed. raising a suspicious eyebrow, you pressed your ear to the door. you were surprised to hear kōtarō’s groan.

“bo, are you in here?-” you asked opening the door, only to be cut off but the shock of seeing bokuto in a cabinet, an empty bottle of champagne in front of him.

snapping your attention to his team mates who couldn’t stop themselves from laughing, another empty bottle between them.

“how much did he drink?” your eyes wide, waiting for an answer. bokuto slurred out a response but it was barely auditable.

“he drank the whole thing?” hinata pointed out and you thought you were going to faint.

“why?!” you starting walking up to your boyfriend, crouching down to where he was. it was hard to believe a 6’4 man could fit in such a small cabinet.

“we called him a light weight, and he denied to so tsumtsum said ‘prove it.’” hinata answered, clearly the most sober of the bunch. you shot daggers at the setter before gesturing bokuto to crawl out from his hiding spot.

“argh, my head hurts!” he whined, rubbing his temple.

“i know it does— just come out and i’ll get you a glass of water.” he pouted and got out nonetheless.

sober bokuto was childish, yes, but he could also restrain himself in public. now near black out drunk bokuto had little no control and it was similar to taking care of a big baby.

he almost fell over and you tried to catch him, almost toppling over yourself.

“‘cmon bo, go lay down on the couch, ‘kay?” you looked at your watch, great it wasn’t even 11:30 what were you going to do with your boyfriend until midnight? or would it just be best to go home now?

bokuto stumbled onto the couch, groaning and holding his head. you were going to kill atsumu and hinata the next day for getting bokuto like this.

you rushed back to where bokuto was laying with a glass of water in hand. you sat next to his laying figure and ran your spare hand up and down him back.

“bo, you need to sit up to drink your water.” he continued to mutter incoherent words as he slowly but surely sat up, taking the cup from your hands. bokuto pressed the glass to his lips, drinking the water at an excruciatingly slow pace.

he turned his head in the slightest bit to see you before turning even more red than he already was in his flushed out-drunk state.

“you’re really pretty yknow?” it was his first clear sentence of the night and you giggled, falling back into the couch. bitting your lip you thought it would be funny to tease your boyfriend just a little bit.

“sorry but i have a boyfriend.” you joked around, not sure how bokuto would act now that all his senses were fogged up.

bokuto pouted and rested his head onto your lap, holding onto your thigh like it was a teddy bear.

“then where is he? he shouldn’t leave you here all alone~” is what you managed to make out of the slurs he uttered against your thighs.

shaking your head with a small laugh, you started playing with strands of his hair as he continued mumbling things to himself.

“well he’s pretty lucky...” his eyes drifted shut, as you giggled you kept listening to his drunk confessions, “hmph, even if you were single, i have a girlfriend too... mhh she’s the best.” his drunk expression turned into a smile.

“k��tarō sit up so i can get you some more water.” you cooed into his ear and he blushed.

“you shouldn’t call me by my first name i-i have a girlfriend— where is y/n?” his panic made you last once again.

“bo~” you hummed, which caught his attention. realizing that he was in fact sitting on your lap made him cover his eyes with his hands out of embarrassment. finally, he let you get up after apologizing numerous times.

when you came back, you were met by a completely different bokuto— this one being much, much flirtier.

“hehe, y/n are you a parking ticket? because you have ‘fine written all over you.” he leaned his head onto your shoulder, and the cheesy pick up lines did not end there.

“hmm, how bout you and me go home have some more fun.” he kissed your neck and you pushed him off of you.

“kō, it’s not even mind night, plus your drunk.” you scolded him and he proceeded to pout, taking your hand and giving it a wet, sloppy kiss.

“drunk in love~” he commented which made you take back your hand, forcing him to drink more water.

throughout the next thirty minutes, you were taking care of him on the couch, bringing him more and more water to drink while he complained about his head hurting and feeling dizzy.

you looked at the time, 11:48 pm. you sighed, helping bokuto to the bathroom where he then proceeded to throw his guts up and you gently rubbed his back.

thankfully, kenma had spare toothbrushes and toothpaste on hand.

you asked bokuto if he wanted to go home but he only shook his head, most of the substance already having left his body.

“i need to have my midnight kiss with you.” he placed his hand on your chest, slumping down to do so. “so i can wait a bit.”

“but if your not feeling well, let’s go home-” he cut you off by placing his finger against your lip, looking back to the main room, people starting to gather.

“besides the countdown is about to begin.”

bokuto was always clinging, and that clingyness only heightened when intoxicated. he kept you in his arms, slowly swaying and leaning onto you for balance as the countdown got start.

“4...3...2...1... happy new year!” everyone said together. you to face bokuto as confetti and steamers launched into the air.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you could feel his hands being placed onto your waist, him squeezing you tightly.

“happy new year bo.” you quickly whispered to him, and his response being to place his new years kiss onto you lips, dipping you forward.

you cupped his face, feeling him rub at your lip with his teeth. giggly, you backed away, taking in his still very flushed cheeks.

“i think it’s time to go home, boy are you gonna have a hang over tommrow.” now, bokuto couldn’t protest as you said goodbye to kenma and some of the other mbsy jackals members before making your way home with your boyfriend.

[smoochi-dazai]

can i request a fluffy dazai x reader,, where dazai & reader celebrate after a successful mission or something,, and they go to a bar to drink,, and reader is actually the type of person who gets drunk really fast so dazai needs to take care of them and reader ends up confessing to dazai. reader is like,, flirty + giggly drunk. bonus if dazai teases them about it next morning hehe,, ty in advance!!

✿ “ Love & Champaign ” ✿

—> Bungo Stray Dogs, Dazai Osamu | Reader

—> Sweet | Oneshot

—> Description | after one too many drinks for the celebration, you find yourself in a daze while staring at Dazai. Slurred flirts lead to a confession, will you handle the embarrassment? 

—> Little note | not gonna lie, this is like my... my favourite so far.i got carried away tonight haha. 3.8k words! HhhH I got too distracted by cuteness, it’s almost 2am. I started this at 10pm I think. Please enjoy! Sorry if it’s a mess 💕 came from the heart and I never plan ahead for this stuff haha. I just write it as it flows from my soul. 

Shifting her weight, the women of familiarity sat comfortably next to Dazai on a tall wooden stool. Her beautiful eyes seemed to grasp onto his heart as she held an angelic appearance. That far off look in her dilated pupils due to the dim lighting, a thoughtless expression purely in her eyes alone- he found it unimaginably attractive. Observing each small detail from the flush on her cheeks to the strands of hair framing her face perfectly.

That woman is you.

The same very person who was invited by none other then Dazai himself to have a drink together, a celebration for a hard task full day at work.

“ So, How come you ordered an extra glass of champagne? ” You inquired, “ Did you invite someone to come drink with us? ”

Glancing to your right, the bartender was the first to gently set the glass half-full of rather expensive wine on the counter you sat at. He was friendly, much older than you or Dazai by appearance. Without a word, he set yours and Dazais glass’s down before leaving you two on your own.

“ It’s for a friend, he won’t be showing up tonight. ” Dazai muttered softly.

“ If he won’t be here, then how come you bought the drink? ” You pushed on for some kind of answer to satisfy the curiosity, looking away from the mysterious drink. Your eyes now focused on Dazai, he held a faint smile while staring at his glass of alcohol. Eyes downcast, appearing to be lost in his thoughts.

As his lips part, Dazai lets out a gentle sigh. Opening his mouth more to find words to reach you, nothing came out. Shutting it again, Dazai raised his hand to the glass, however— instead of picking it up to taste the alcoholic drink, a slight chime echoed through the bar from Dazai flicking the glass once. The spherical ice began to bob up and down in the glass, vibrations from the clash gave him a familiar sense of nostalgia.

Finally, he spoke up.

“ Odasaku. He, Ango and I would often meet here to talk. Those days are long gone now, however. ”

Something in Dazais tone seemed off, you were all too aware of his masks to hide the scars of his past. It was tough, you knew it was— not only for him but you as well. Whenever you’d try to convince him to vent his pain, he’d laugh it off and ask what you were talking about.

Something about those situations always made you hurt, the feeling of uselessness would grasp your heart. Making it almost hard to breathe, the feeling of being unable to help Dazai when his eyes held so much pain he’d try to hideaway. It wasn’t healthy— you wanted to help him but never found yourself capable of doing.

Staying silent, the two of you seemed more distant than ever. In an attempt to clear the atmosphere, you thought of a silly idea that may help. Sliding your drink closer to Odasakus, you found yourself tap the two glasses against each other. As a form of cheers to Odasaku even though he wasn’t quite there to see. The sound of two glasses made Dazai lift his head, staring at you in slight confusion and bewilderment.

“ Cheers,” You exclaim in a hushed tone, “ I never got to meet you. But from all the stories I hear from Dazai, you were a brilliant man. ”

Speechless, Dazai’s gaze leaves your back as soon as you begin to turn around. His own flush of blush began to sink into his skin, thinking over your odd interaction with his past friend. Lifting his drink, a warm smile met his lips.

“ Hey, how about a toast? ” Dazais voice caught your attention, lifting your glass to his.

“ Sure, what’ll it be for this time? ” Assuming it’ll be for your hard day of work at the detective's agency, it somehow didn’t surprise you with what he had said next.

“ To the Stray Dogs. ”

Dazais features held an enchanting smile, cheeks rose while a faint flush could be spotted. Not enough to notice unless you’re close, along with the lighting it was hard to point out. He seemed to genuinely be enjoying himself, just you— him and don’t forget Odasaku.

“ Before we do that, give me a second. ”

You seemed to confuse Dazai more by the minute, yet it seemed to amuse him the more you did so. It wasn’t common for something to surprise that man. It gave him a refreshing chill.

Still holding up your glass, you carefully reach over for Odasakus as well. Lifting it, both hands were now full. Your smile looked ridiculous at this point from the amount of sheer joy. It started to hurt honestly, but you didn’t mind at all. Preparing to have a toast, both glasses were held high for Dazai to join you on the toast in celebration. After a moment of silence, Dazai pushed his glass forward in the air. Hearing the clatter between three glasses, more nostalgia hit him.

“ To the stray dogs! ” / “ To the stray dogs. ” You both say in unison.

Mismatching smiles were viable as you set Odasakus drink back down before downing yours a little too quickly. Meanwhile, Dazai takes a small sip of his, feeling the burning sensation of beer rush down his system.

Both Dazai and you were always pretty close friends within the agency, maybe it was because you somehow tolerated his nonsense without having to smack him. He didn’t find you that interesting from afar, yet now he can never get that side glanced look out of his head from before. You were something he adored, something he found as a sort of coping mechanism from the pain he truly felt within his hollow heart. He never saw you as something similar to him, you were full of life, a flame that never seemed to falter or be brushed away by the gusts of wind.

A deadly nightshade in his system that refused to leave—no matter his aggression, you were always at his side. He’d push you away, he’d raise his voice and tell you how wrong you are when you make absurd accusations of who he really is. Little did you know, they were all true. Or were you aware? Was that why you never seemed dazed by his harsh words? Either way, he knew you both wouldn’t have the chance to get any closer. Always being caught up in work was a struggle, you were just like the rest of the agency. Just a stranger to him deep down— why did the idea make his heart clench? Was his body telling himself another story then he had thought? Truth be told, he couldn’t tell what his feelings for you had been.

“ Hey... Osamu? ”

The thought of falling in love with you was odd. But at the same time, just the idea made butterflies swell up within his stomach. You were incredibly strange, but so was he.

“ Osamu~ ” You whined while leaning closer to him, scooting your stool closer and closer without him noticing. Was he that out of it?

Finally snapping out of it, the feeling of warmth brushing against his skin caught him at a somewhat vulnerable point. Gazing to the source of heat, he came to the realization you were calling his name. But not just any name, not your usual ‘Dazai’ it was his first name that escaped your plump lips. A giant pout was adorned in your features as you lean closer to his face. He lifted a hand to the part where your breath hit his neck, feeling the hairs stand.

“ Hey, stop ignoring me- Osamu! ”

As his eyes met with hers, she started giggling. Leaning away from the bandaged man known as Dazai, she smiles childishly. Both legs swing back and forth.

“ Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are? They’re like yummy chocolate...” You chant to yourself and him. “ You’re so handsome~ I’m almost jealous! ”

This was not common for you to be so straight forward, and going by the sudden change in attitude Dazai could only assume you’d already gotten yourself drunk. Sighing deeply, he could only pray you wouldn’t be as much of a handful as Chūya had on his off days.

Speaking of which, either you got drunk abnormally quick— or he was a little too trapped in his thoughts.

Observing your every motion, Dazai put his drink to side calmly. Never once losing his composure, an amused smirk makes his way to his lips. Oh, how he’s going to enjoy teasing you in the morning— he can only wonder how many embarrassing things he could make you say tonight.

“ Thank you, I think you’re rather beautiful yourself. ” Dazai said, the smile remaining in place which only seemed to encourage your flirts unexpectedly.

“ You say that to every girl, ” You mutter, leaning closer to him again while squinting your eyes. Feeling a little light-headed, or did you feel heavier? You couldn’t tell. “ Your smirking is ever hotter... nngh, you’re so perfect~ how do women complain about you so much. If you value that double suicide thingy, doesn’t that just mean your that much more committed? To end everything with them? ”

Dazai decided to reply with a small hum, lifting his glass and taking a sip of his leftover drink. Yours meanwhile had been empty to awhile, how did you manage to get drunk over a single glass? Or did you get another without his eyes catching you? Frankly, he didn’t care, amused with the scenario at play. Something caught his attention though, you’d always disagree with his requests for a lover's suicide while sober. But now you’re complaining about other women not wanting to do it. Does this mean you actually wouldn’t mind going to such extreme lengths with him? God, he was in for a lot tonight. He could tell.

“ You always have a cute smile, you’re talented as hell— ” your speech was replaced with a small fit of giggles, tears escaping your eyes which mildly concerned him for a moment, “ You never fail to make laugh... when I cry, you’re there for me through it all. Maybe your ability is right, you aren’t human! ”

A small laugh escapes Dazais throat at your slurred nonsense, Dazai then enlightens you on his thoughts.

“ If I’m not human,” Dazai began, shifting his body to look at your questioningly, an eyebrow lifted while the other furrowed. “ ...then what would I be, Belladonna?”

“ An angel! ”

Did he hear you right? Was he, the ex-port mafia member— titled as an angel in disguise?

You almost seemed in awe at your own words, making it twice as amusing for him. Before he could even speak, you interrupted his thoughts again.

“ Osamu? Am I allowed to be in love with an angel? Can a human fall for an angel without consequence... will you leave me behind to go to heaven by yourself? ” You questioned him in an unsure whisper, fatigue showing more than the bright red flush coating your cheeks. Those half-lidded eyes gave you away, but you seemed to still manage to keep your consciousness.

Dazai takes a moment to grasp what your spiral of words meant, was this a form of confession? Did you feel that way about him, or were they meaningless drunk words? Surely they had to be, but something about your saddened eyes ... Dazai thought of it plenty of times and found himself really picking his words carefully.

“ I’m not any kind of angel, but I’m sure you’ll find an angel to love you someday. My true nature is nothing but evil, Belladonna. I’m sorry, I can’t be your angel— even if I want too...” Dazai apologized with a more sadden tone, smiling slightly as he brushed his hand through your messy hair.

Both your stools were sat so close, you practically could lean against him safely without falling. And that’s exactly what you found yourself doing.

“ But even Lucifer was once an angel... why can’t you be mine—Osamu, if you can’t be my angel... then... ” Lifting your head off his shoulder, your lazy hands lift to cup his face.

“ Be my handsome- my.. partner in crime, my own Lucifer. ” You mutter close to his ear, something about your tone was somewhat alluring and even seductive. Shutting your eyes tightly while leaning in, your noses brushed against each other, then as you tilted your head you brush your lips against his as if asking for some kind of permission- there was hesitation for a split second. Only for your lips to connect with his forcefully, that’s what sealed the deal. Would he pull away? You desperately held onto him, though your grasp was rather weak due to alcohol in your system.

An abnormal feeling in his heart appeared again, it began to pound in his ears faster by the second— even skipping a couple of beats. What was this? Why did he feel this way, he didn’t deserve it- so why did God bless him with you. Was there a god? If he agreed, would you be willing to go to depths of hell with him, just for some silly love? No, it was more than that for you. You had genuine feelings for him, you cared for the suicidal maniac. His eyes remain open during the kiss, feeling a presence behind you. That’s when he saw a distant light at the door of Lupins bar. There stood Odasaku, smiling at him.

Was this right? Odasaku once said Dazai would never find something to fill that void in his heart. Yet his heart felt like it could burst at any second, tears began to brim his eyes while Odasakus blurry image faded. As the first tear slides down Dazais cheek, he wrapped both arms around your waist, shutting his eyes during the kiss to enjoy you. Pressing your body closer with his than ever before, the kiss deepened. It was so incredibly sloppy, but it was perfect for all its imperfections.

Even if his demons were to ever return, Dazai would protect you just as Odasaku did for him. Odasaku saved Dazai from imaginable darkness in the Mafia, even if it put him through pain- he’s met so many kinder people in the light. Meeting a new world, a world more beautiful and full of colour,

Odasaku standing there almost felt as it’s own congratulations, not to only his hard work- but he was proud of Dazai. The tears pour uncontrollably while the kiss lasted for almost a whole minute. Both pulling away, they panted together- taking each other’s breath away completely. Pulling you into his chest, Dazai combed back your hair, allowing you to rest against him for a while in blissful silence.

He couldn’t let you see him tear up like this. All he cared about now, was his pure happiness. The idea of his lonely days being brushed away now swept away with the wind. He knew this won’t cure his pain, and it hurt to remember. So all he tried to do was forget that pain for a minute, allowing you to take over his mind.

He loves you.

And now that he understood the feelings were mutual? Dazai could maybe learn to be himself more often with you around.

After a while of his deep thoughts, Dazais bandaged arm around your waist relaxed. While your body fell limp against him, you were knocked out cold. Smiling to himself, Dazai looked at the bartender's familiar smile- it was the same person who worked there from ages ago.

Taking you out for a drink wasn’t a mistake after all, though the idea of Kunikida getting pissed with you two because you’ll probably have a pretty bad hangover in the morning at work is gonna be troublesome. Guess it’s an excuse to stay home with you.

“ I’ll be your Lucifer, as long as you continue being my beautiful Belladonna. ” Smiling gently to himself, Dazai began to lift you off of him. Slipping off the stool, he changed your position. One arm was beneath your knees while the other hoisted up to your back. Holding you close to his chest, he thanked the bartender and left the bar. Three glasses were left behind on the table.

In the morning, you woke up feeling sick to your stomach. A pounding heartbeat was left ringing in your head as you sat up in your bed, when did you ever return home? Struggling to remember what happened in the bar with Dazai, you throw your legs off your bed. Lifting yourself, you began to stumble. Suddenly a buzz came from your phone, tripping over your own feet you fall into your bed again. Groaning tiredly, you felt so weak right now. What in the world? How much did you drink last night to get like this... oh yeah- the phone. Lazily throwing your hand up onto your bedside table, you search for your phone. Only for someone else to take it from you. Lifting your head from the mattress, your eyes widen at the sight of a shirtless Dazai. Feeling self-conscious you then realize you were wearing next to nothing either. Suddenly your face bursts into flames, becoming a stuttering mess.

“ Dazai- w-we didn’t do anything bad last night did we? ” You blurted out, he took notice of your embarrassment and smiles innocently.

“ Of course not, we just came to your house and I helped you strip to sleep easier~ your body is incredibly hot if I do say so myself, Belladonna. Shame you hide it all the time. ”

“ You’re one to talk Dazai, always covered in b- wait... you stripped me?! ” more flush coated your cheeks, picking up a pillow— you threaten to throw it at Dazai. Almost I’m que, your head suddenly began to pound again, throwing the pillow at his feet instead.

Concerned, Dazai rushed out of the room to get you some water. Returning to the room to find you holding your mouth and stomach while hunching over, he could only worry more while crouching down. Lifting your head gently, he held the glass of water to your lips.

“ Drink it slowly,” he instructed almost like a parent or some boyfriend, worried about your health. He guessed the teasing must be saved for later, your health is a priority to him. Unless...

Following the orders, you grasp the cup in his hand while he still assisted with a simple task. It was rather endearing, who knew Dazai could be so gentle. The water went down smoothly, feeling a little clearer in the head at least. But then suddenly you felt it begin to come back up- dashing out of your room you find your bathroom.

Dazai chases after you, finding you hunched over the Toilet gagging. It wasn’t an attractive scene, in the slightest. But he found himself smile- remembering last night.

Kneeling to your height, his hand gently caressed your back. Soothing you slightly as you confuse to gag- he remained at your side through it all. As your system felt clearer it finally ended, lifting your head from the toilet bowl, you flush the toilet. Staring nervously back at Dazai, “ I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I hope I wasn’t a handful last night. I hardly remember anything, what I do know is it gave me a massive headache though. ” You curse out loud, head refusing to give you any mercy.

“ It’s alright, I know it’s rough the first couple drinks. ” Dazai smiles, it was so sincere you couldn’t help but question what lightened his mood so much. You weren't complaining though, it made your heart flutter. “ Not only that, but you said some pretty bold things while you were drunk~ ”

Oh god. You knew it was coming- the bastard was prepared to tease you for how long now?... oh sweet god.

Dramatically throwing his arms around him, he began to wiggle.

“ You’re so handsome~ oh you’re perfect Osamu~!” He teased, enjoying how embarrassed you got. “ Be my Lucifer! You muttered in my ear, ah~ Belladonna your way with words made my heart soar. ”

“ Shut up, there is no way I said all of that to you. ”

“ Playing denial now are we, my sweet Belladonna?~ want me to continue? ” Dazai challenged, it was all playful but it still had you fuming with frustration and embarrassment.

“ Do I even have a choice? ” You frown, feeling defeated. And while you complain, the small awkward smile and blush gave away your true emotions.

“ This time, you do. ”

To your surprise, his words took you a moment to understand. Looking at him disbelief, you saw a playful smirk- that smirk was way too damn attractive yet the dangerous intent was terrifying.

“ Just kidding~ how could I let a chance like this pass up? ”

Knew it.

“ Though, I do have a question. ” Dazais tone suddenly becomes more serious, no longer as playfully and happy-go-lucky as before. Leaving you confused, until he lifted you off the ground. Pulling you into a hug, you could feel his breath against your ear.

“ If all you said is true, would you commit a lover's suicide with me someday? ” The question seemed a little too silly but a part of you couldn’t turn it down at this very moment, maybe because of how serious he seemed while saying it.

“ Maybe?... ” You whisper back weakly, unsure of yourself.

“ Let me rephrase,” Dazais grasp on you became stronger until he pushed you away a little, just enough for you to be face to face. Holding your shoulders, his arms snake around your waist instead in a split second- eyes staring deeply into yours.

“ Will you be mine? ”

In reality, he was just repeating what you had told him many times during that drunken state, but the fact he was the one to ask you out here in your home? You could faint again. Nodding with a small smile, you tried to hold back a stupid goofy grin. With that response, Dazai holds you close to him, his arms felt so secure- you couldn’t help but relax under his touch.

You two finally were official, and you were both finally happy. He found his reason to live and even received Odasakus approval. But it wouldn’t end at that, oh no.

“ You know this isn’t saving you from my teasing, yes? ” Dazai chuckles, sending shivers down your spine while expecting only the best of the worst for your fate. You were defeated, but the happiness distracted you from the cruelty of his future teasing.

“ I wouldn’t have it any other way, Dork. ”

Tags : @i-am-a-bastard @writing-for-me-at-this-point @soukokuwu 

[sukkasupremacy]

SUKKA ONE SHOTS: Cactus JUICE 🧃

Toph gave Suki some cactus juice at Kataang’s wedding :) This is an excerpt from my Sukka Book !

The music boomed through the fire nation reception hall. Friends danced everywhere to celebrate the union of Katara and Aang. Everyone was living life.

Ty Lee and the Kyoshi Warriors busted down on the dance floor. Ty Lee performing her party tricks of course. Even Mai was smiling as she watched them whilst sipping her fire champagne.

Suki played the piano as Katara and Aang danced beautifully together. They were in synch, just like they were in that fire nation cave so many years ago. The crowd cheered as they finished and the two newly weds kissed each other lovingly.

“Ugh oogies.” Sokka remarked.

Suki sat down and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, “Oh cmon Sokka. I know you’re just saying that because your little sister is not so little anymore.”

“Yeah.” He squeaked. He sniffed and brushed away a fake tear.

“Silly boy.” She cooed as she brought his head to her shoulder.

“Sup pals.” Toph sauntered to their table with some glasses, “Drink up fellas!”

“What’s this?” Suki played with the glass and inspected it. The liquid was opaque and smelled like water but also not.

“Just try it! It’s great!”

“Hmm okay. This is a big glass Toph...” Suki took a sip and her face twisted, “Hmm it’s good. A little weird but good. Very thirst quenching.”

Suki finished the glass. She felt a little woozy.

A mischievous grin made it’s why onto the young Earthbender’s face, “So Suki, was it good?”

“Uhh-ha yeah...um wow I feel mmm.” Suki rubbed her temple and let out an intoxicated chuckle.

“Suks, are you good?” Sokka asked rubbing her cheek.

She groggily booped his nose and got up, “I’m all good silly goose.” She smiled lazily at him, “I’m going to go hang out with Ty Lee. Catch ya later baby.” She leaned down and kissed him sloppily. Then she was gone.

Sokka raised his eyebrow as his girlfriend walked away, “Baby? She never calls me that...Toph?”

Toph giggle, “Hehe yes.”

Sokka crossed his arms, “What did you give Suki?”

Toph bent over and let out a booming laugh, “Let’s just say that she’s gonna be a little crazy for the next day. Cactus juice buddy.”

“TOPH-“

“What? That girl’s gotta let loose a little. She’s so uptight. This’ll be good for her.”

Sokka facepalmed, “I’m- I will get you back for this Toph- I gotta go-“

Toph giggled, “Bye Bye wolf boy!”

Sokka got up and searched the reception to find Suki.

He tapped Zuko on the shoulder, “Hey Zuko, have you seen Suki around. Toph may have just given her some cactus juice-“

Zuko laughed, “Oh dear. You better watch her tonight. I think she’s with Katara or Ty Lee.”

“Thanks buddy.” Sokka patted his back and left.

After a good thirty minutes of searching he found Suki and Ty Lee jamming to some music in the middle of the dance floor. They were clearly very drunk. Sokka watched as his girlfriend sloppily danced to the song playing. She sang along and spun around with her eyes closed. As she laughed Sokka’s heart began to race. She was so gorgeous. It was like the world was glittering and slowing down as he looked at her.

“Hehe hey baby.” Suki stumbled toward him.

“Wha-Ha- Hi Suki!” Sokka stuttered. He scratched the back of his head and laughed.

“Mmm hehe you’re silly.” She pushed the top of her head into his chest and hugged him groggily.

“Mwah! I love youuuuu Sokkaaa mmmhaha.” She mumbled.

Sokka couldn’t help but laugh. He took her face out of his chest into his hands and squeezed it. “I love you too silly.”

“Mmm haha you’re so hooot.” She giggled and kissed his hands and hugged him again.

“You too Suks.” Sokka rolled his eyes and grinned down at her. He loved her so much.

“Hey Sokkaaaa.” She whined.

“Yes baby girl. What is it?”

“We should like...” she paused, “I don’t know like goooo have sex later. Wouldn’t thaaat be fuuunnn mmmmhaha.” She mumbled as she began to kiss his chest again and giggle.

“Suki no, you are drunk.” Sokka said sternly.

She looked up at him and groaned, “Whatever you dummy!”

The water tribesmen chuckled, “You’re so adorable.” Sokka smiled and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“No! No kisses dummy dumb.” She grumbled.

“Alright Suks.”

Sokka brought her head into his chest and began to sway to the music.

Suki giggled drunkly, “Sokka hehehe.”

Sokka rolled his eyes as a smile made its way to his face, “Yes babe?”

“I loooooveeee youuuu hehehehe.”

“I love you too Suki.”

She giggled again, “Sokkaaaaaa.”

“Yes Suki?” He said patiently.

She tilted her head up and looked at him wide eyed and cheeks flushed. She smiled, “We shouuuld get married. Becaussse we bothhh love each other.”

Sokka looked down at her adoringly, “One day love. One day.”

He leaned down and kissed her. Suki giggled again and frowned, “Hey! I said no kissing dummy! Hehehe Mwah!”

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“Congratulations!” Sokka hugged Katara and Aang.

“I’m glad you and Suki came!” Aang remarked, “Is she okay?”

Katara giggled, “Yeah she was very...lively tonight.”

“Toph let her hit the cactus juice.”

“Ohhh” the newly wed couple exclaimed in unison.

“Good luck with that! We’re heading to Ember Island! Bye Sokka!” Aang gave him a hug.

“Bye! I love you!” Katara hugged her brother and walked away with Aang hand in hand.

Sokka smiled at the sight of his best friend and baby sister so happy.

Suki wobbled and steadied herself on Sokka, “Alright silly girl. Let’s get back to our suite.”

“Sokkaaaaa.” She giggled.

“Yes baby girl?”

Suki held her arms out and grinned cheekily, “Carry me babe!”

Sokka rolled his eyes, “Alright, only for you warrior princess.”

Suki groaned as he lifted her up from her torso, “I said you no call me that Sokka.”

“Okay baby otter penguin.” He teased.

Suki growled, “No No No Sokka. I am your girllllllfriend duhhhhhh hehehe.”

“Whatever you say Suks.” He chuckled.

She brought her arms around his neck and gave him an exaggerated kiss on the cheek, “I love you pretty boy. Sokka, you are soooo pretty.”

He smiled and began the short walk to their suite in the Fire nation palace.

“You are very pretty as well Suki.”

Suki wrapped her legs around his torso and leaned her head into his shoulder.

She giggled, “Sokka, I love you.”

He smiled as he readjusted her position as he carried her, “Yes. I know. I love you too Suki.”

“That nice!” She mumbled and lazily kissed his neck, “Oh my gosh!”

“Oh my gosh?” He questioned.

“You are so...WARM!”

Sokka laughed and kissed the side of her head, “You are so cute baby girl.”

“I knowwwww that’s why you love me!!!!”

His heart fluttered, “Yeah. That and so many other reasons Suki.”

Sokka unlocked the suite and placed her down on the bed. After he changed he sat her up and began to change her clothes.

“Sokkaaaaa are you trying to seduce meee?!” The Kyoshi Warrior giggled as he slipped her dress off.

He rolled his eyes, “No babe. You are drunk. Maybe next time.”

Sokka kissed her cheek and she pouted, “Awwww you suck!”

Sokka scoffed, “Says you!”

He smirked and Suki hit his shoulder, “Hey! You’re a meanie!”

“That hurt Suki!” Sokka began to fake cry and Suki frowned.

“I’m sowwy.” She whined. Suki leaned over and pressed a kiss on his shoulder, “Mwah! All better baby! No more hurt!” She giggled.

Sokka pinched her cheek and brought her in for a playful kiss, “Thank you my love.”

He slipped her silk robe over her head. After Suki was dressed he made his way into the covers. Suki crawled over and poked his cheek, “Sokkaaaaa.”

He smiled, “Yes baby girl?”

“Cuddle? Pleaseeeee.” She shook his shoulder and pouted.

Sokka chuckled again, “Anything for you Suki.”

Suki shot her arms up victory and began to laugh, “Yay!”

Sokka gazed at her and his senses were taken over by an overwhelming sense of love and care for her.

Suki plunged down into him and aggressively cuddled into him. She sighed and placed a sleepy kiss on his chest, “I love you.” The drunk, warrior cooed.

Sokka kissed her head and brought his arms around her, “I love you Suki.”

[cakesunflower]

Rooftop Rendezvous [C.H. One Shot]

A/N: if any of you have read my one shot Sweetheart, you’ll see this is kind of familiar in the way that this is kind of reader insert but doesn’t exclusively use “Y/N”. i began writing this in March but never really finished it until now yeeeet. hope you enjoy 6k of whatever this is hehe happy reading!!

The sky was clear as she stepped onto the roof, the metal door creaking behind her as it swung shut with a clang. But her arrival didn’t faze the man across the roof, leaning forward on the railing as billows of smoke escaped him, back still towards her. She slowly made her way over, her heels clicking on the ground and fingers wrapped around her half drunk flute of champagne. It wasn’t too cold out, despite the latest weather in New York, shivers only running down her spine when a breeze blew, goosebumps rising on her exposed legs thanks to the full sleeved dress she was adorning.

“You realize the party downstairs is for you, right?” she called out, her voice not exactly cutting sharply through the quiet of the night, save for the distant sounds of cars honking, but more like gliding through the air in her lilting tone.

Calum glanced at her over his shoulder, the corners of his lips quirking up as she neared him. She wasn’t a fan of staying too long at a party if she wasn’t drunk enough, just like him. She came up to his left, elegantly sipping from her glass as she noticed his on resting on the brick railing. Calum looked back out ahead, the lights of the buildings around them, the one they occupied taller than the rest, and the streets below providing a soft glow to his features. “Fresh air’s good for the soul,” he said before, ironically, bringing his cigarette to his lips.

The sight of his cheeks hollowing around the small stick sparked her own craving for one. “Can I get one?”

Calum glanced at her before leaving the cigarette dangling between his full lips and reaching into the pockets of his slacks, the glittering sequences on the side glimmering, as he pulled out his packet, flicking the top open with his thumb. She grabbed one, placing it between her lips and Calum replaced the pack with his lighter, bringing it up and flicking it on. The embers of the small flame glowed against her face, shadowing her lips and cheekbones and long lashes that Calum admired, as she leaned in to catch the end of the cigarette to light it.

She took a drag, eyes on Calum’s profile, taking in the sweep of his lashes and the sharpness of his jaw, along with the way he licked his lips after blowing out a puff of smoke, the smell of nicotine dancing in the air. “You guys did really well today,” she hummed conversationally, hip resting against the railing as she faced him, though her eyes did sweep over the city below. “The song sounds great live.”

His lips curled upwards at the compliment, gaze shifting to her appreciatively. They’d just performed their newest single on Jimmy Fallon, and currently the band was out celebrating the success of the performance along with their last night in New York City. She felt lucky enough to be with them on this small promotional trip, being one of the band’s closest friends as well as having no pressing work at home. She always loved an opportunity watching her friends do what they did best. Watching them perform, whether it be the first or the hundredth, was always an experience.

“Thanks,” Calum said, the raspy sound filled with genuinity before the small smile widened. The cigarette danced between his fingers, the ends of his short blonde hair swaying against the breeze as he added, “Saw you dancing off on the side. Had me laughing in the middle of the second chorus.”

At that, her cheeks flushed with heat, thankful for the lack of lighting on the roof because she was sure her face was red. The mirth was dancing in Calum’s dark eyes, clearly finding amusement in her embarrassment as his smiling lips wrapped around the cigarette to take another drag. She looked away, the sight of him damn near ethereal and breathtaking, as she mumbled, “It’s a catchy fucking song. Excuse me for enjoying it.”

Calum’s cheeks pushed up as he laughed, sucking his lower lip in as he did so and adorable crinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes as he held his left arm out to her. “Nah, come on. I loved it,” he assured with a sweet smile, and she let him drape his arm around her shoulders to pull her into his side, her purse caught between their thighs.

Instantly she felt warm, the heat of his body sinking into hers as he rested his cheek against the top of her head. Her heart was picking up its pace, pounding through her entire body that she was almost afraid that Calum would feel it. His expensive cologne mixed in with the smell of cigarettes, the scent utterly pleasing as she subtly, quietly, breathed it in. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy this kind of closeness with the bassist. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t want more.

It was a dance they’ve been doing, starting in the last few months since the band returned to Los Angeles after their tour finished. Her and Calum. . . There’d always been something, but neither of them ever paid it any attention, gave it much thought. They enjoyed each other’s company, loved the friendship they developed over the years, but that’s all it ever was. Lingering looks were often missed by the other, subtle touches never thought of as intimate out of fear of misinterpreting the situation. But the affection was always present, without fail.

“You loved me making a fool of myself?” she scoffed lightly, raising the cigarette to her lips as she added, bemused, “Shocker.”

Calum rolled his dark eyes, fingers lightly dancing over her upper arm. “No,” he insisted, glancing down at her. “I loved looking to the side and watching you enjoy yourself to music I helped create. Always have, doll.”

His words were only serving to intensify the heat on her cheeks, the cigarette she was nursing not at all helping the situation as the butterflies tickled her stomach. Suddenly his cologne was overwhelming her in the best ways. Still, she kept her cool as she lightly nudged his side with her elbow. “I think you mean you love me stroking your ego,” she quipped back with a small smirk.

Lips twitching, Calum hummed, “That too,” before letting out a laugh when she let out a scoff and pushed him away. Calum laughed, not even budging as she went to take a step away from him but was prevented when his free hand grasped hers, pulling her back into him.

Still, she pulled her hand from his grasp with a small laugh, shifting so she was sitting on the top of the barrier around the roof, the only thing preventing her from falling right off the roof being the metal railing on top of it that pressed against her mid back. Calum stood in front of her, his eyes on her profile as she looked off to admire the city below. The lights danced on her face, a colorful glow lighting up her skin, and Calum felt a tugging in his heart. Almost like it was being pulled towards her, no matter how crazy that sounded.

He always thought she was gorgeous, often thought what it’d be like to feel her lips on his and what she’d taste like. How she’d feel against him in something more intimate than a hug. How her hands would feel on him in something more heated than passing touches and friendly high fives. All of these were quiet musings he kept to himself, not even telling the boys because she was all of their friend and didn’t dare let anything slip.

“Are you gonna miss New York?” she asked, soft voice breaking the silence that had settled, eyes still glimmering from the lights she was admiring.

Calum let out a quiet breath, shifting ever so slightly so he was standing in front of her, just a few inches away from her legs. “Yeah,” he answered truthfully, stubbing out his cigarette on the railing before flicking it off to the side. Then his own dark eyes swept over the buildings, bright in front of him or dark silhouettes in the distance. He squinted slightly as a light breeze blew against his face. “This city always treats us well. Love gettin’ lost in it.”

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” she mused, turning her head to look up at Calum, a small smile dancing on her lips. “How the most lively city can also be the most peaceful?”

The curl of Calum’s lips widened at her words, eyes lighting up with gentle excitement, as if he was relieved that there was someone else who understood what he felt. “Yeah,” he nodded slowly as she took one last drag of her cigarette, blew out the smoke before stubbing it out and tossing it to the side. “’S like if I’m around people who don’t know who I am, I can just be me, y’know? Lost in a crowd of people who’ve got their own shit to focus on and just be left alone in my own head. No expectations or demands. Just me.”

“You’re a hard man to miss though, Cal,” she gently teased, hands on the railing next to her as she tilted her head up at him a bit. “You demand everyone’s attention everywhere you go.” Her smile widened, honest and beautiful as she shrugged. “It’s just who you are.”

Calum raised his dark eyebrows, her words sending a ripple of pleasant warmth through him as he took a step closer, his legs brushing against her knees. The proximity caused her to tilt her head a little bit more to maintain eye contact with the taller man. “I demand attention, hmm?” he mused, the smugness in his tone clear. Narrowing his dark eyes playfully, he found himself asking, “Do I demand your attention?”

She rolled her lips into her mouth, breath hitching in her throat under the weight of his gaze on her. His eyes were intense, as always, blonde hair dancing in the wind and she couldn’t help but think, not for the first time, it was a good look on him. But she was quickly being pulled back into the current conversation, into the way he was gazing at her, and she felt somewhat proud of her voice for remaining steady as she returned, “I’m a part of everyone, aren’t I?”

Calum’s full lips puckered thoughtfully for the briefest of moments before he gave a firm shake of his head. “No, you’re not.”

The small nervous smile that had appeared on her face faltered, looking up at the unfairly stunning man with a mildly taken aback expression. Her eyes flickered over his face, wondering if she’d missed something or could pick up a meaning behind his words other than the obvious, eyes glazing over the sight of his necklace dangling below his collarbones, his tattoos just barely peeking through the undone buttons of his black, starry button down.

But even the towering, gorgeous man in front of her couldn’t distract her from his words. Her voice was quiet, almost unsure. “I’m not?” When his small smirk reappeared, she let out a small nervous chuckle. “Careful, Cal, or you’ll be stroking my ego,” she added, picking up her glass and finishing off the rest of her champaign.

Calum grinned, lips pulling back to show off his unfairly straight teeth as he reached forward and gripped the metal railing on either side of her, rings clinking against them. His body was directly in front of her as he offered, “I’ll be your personal hype man.”

She laughed, looking up at him, trying not to focus on the way her heart was thundering at their sudden proximity. His legs were pressed against her knees and if she just parted them, he’d be able to stand in between. “Really?” she asked, just for the sake of saying something.

He played along. “It would be an honor.”

Raising a playfully skeptical eyebrow, the teasing tilt naturally returned to her voice as she said in a honeyed tone, “It’s not an easy feat. I require a lot of attention, you know.”

Some of the playfulness dissipated from Calum’s eyes, his smile lessening just a bit as a somewhat serious, honest expression took over his face. She could’ve sworn his eyes briefly dropped to her lips before meeting her eyes once more, her breath hitching when he spoke in a quiet rasp, “You already have all of mine.”

Her lips parted at that, staring up at him with her eyebrows raising, the heat on her cheeks intensifying. Did he really just say that? For a second, she wondered if she misheard him over the distant whistle of the wind and cars down below, but she knew she heard him right. Wondered if he meant it in the context she thought. She licked her lips, swallowed when she noticed Calum’s eyes track the movement before she found her voice again and asked, “Is that why you were watching me during your performance tonight?”

“Exactly.” She didn’t know why she expected a different answer, but her heart still skipped a beat nonetheless. She watched him, saw no signs of joking as Calum’s left hand lightly touched her knee, nudging it to the side so he could step between her legs. She didn’t fight it, parting them to make room for him, all the while her eyes never left his dark ones. “You’re bit of a distraction, doll. You demand my attention.”

Air expanded her lungs as she took in a deep breath, once again completely speechless by Calum’s words. She was aware her expression probably showed her astonishment, and while there were many times Calum kept his thoughts and feelings off of his face, this time she could see the honesty in his brown eyes, the softness in the gentle curve of his lips. But along with the honesty in his eyes, she could pick up something else swimming in them, darker and amorous that sent an electrifying buzz through her veins.

She demanded his attention? She almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the mere thought.

He’s the one everyone looked at. Not her.

Despite her sudden nerves over the situation, unsure of what was happening, she leaned back ever so slightly, mindful that she was sitting on the railing, peering up at Calum as she smiled coyly, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Cal.”

Truthfully, she wasn’t too sure of where that small burst of confidence came from to utter those words, but she didn’t regret them. Especially when she saw the subtle quirk in Calum’s eyebrow, looking both impressed and taken aback by her words before the boyish smirk on his face reappeared. Gone was the quiet aura that surrounded him when she first came onto the roof, replaced with an almost arrogant, knowing attitude as his gaze once again dropped to her lips for a heart stopping moment.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, sly in his smirk. “Really?” he questioned, though the tone of his voice told her he knew the answer already. “Everywhere?”

Oh, God, he was making it hard for her to breathe. “I would say so.” Her own gaze was lowering to his lips, which were inching closer with every passing second. Her tongue swiped across her lower lip, Calum’s eyes tracking the movement. “You can try your luck and find out, though.”

Calum’s lips parted as a breathy laugh escaped him, cool like the wind, as his left hand raised to comb his fingers through his blonde hair, the strands short between his ring clad fingers. He eyed her for a moment, brown eyes flickering between her eyes to pick out any signs of hesitance. Or any signs of whether or not she was just kidding around, if her words didn’t meant what he thought they meant. Or what he was hoping they meant.

He looked at her; practically ethereal with the city glowing behind her, the light breeze making her hair dance and allowing the scent of her intoxicating perfume to waft towards him. There was always something about her that drew Calum to her; at first he thought it was purely physical, given that she was absolutely gorgeous without question. But that was when they first met years ago. But as time went on and he got to know her more, more personally and emotionally, Calum was quick to understand that it was everything. She’d easily become one of his closest friends, and while normally Calum felt the destructive need to close himself off against anyone he may develop even the slightest hint of feelings for, that never happened with her.

Being with her was as easy as breathing, and Calum couldn’t believe it took him this long to finally greedily inhale her.

He took her up on her offer. Calum wasn’t quick or rushed about it; instead, his hands rested on her thighs, touching both the hem of her dress and her skin as slowly ducked his head. Their eyes were on each other as he did so, time seeming to go by excruciatingly slowly, noses brushing together gently before appropriately turning their heads and closing their eyes at the last second, just as their lips touched.

It was a gentle press of lips, but the heat it sparked within them both was explosive as they leaned into each other, sharp breaths sounding from both of them as they reveled in the electricity warming them both. Calum could already feel his head spinning, tasting the champagne and nicotine against her lips as he knew she could taste against his as well. The first kiss was soft, pressured press of lips before they pulled away ever so slightly, lips parted as hooded gazes eyed the other.

They searched each other’s eyes, looking for any signs of regret, anything that would give away that they thought this was a bad idea, that the other didn’t want to take this any further than it had already gone.

Foreheads pressed together, her eyes remained locked with his brown ones, the soft warmth she often saw replaced with something more wolfish, near primal that sent an exciting shiver down her spine. He looked so handsome, standing between her legs with his muscled arms caging her in, dark eyes glinting against the city lights. His full lips looked as soft as they felt and soon as her gaze dropped to them, the desire to kiss him returned—as if it ever left—in a breathtaking force.

So she closed the distance between them, connecting their lips more urgently as Calum felt her hands coming up to fist the front of his button down, using her grip to pull him close. The eagerness with which she kissed him with had Calum’s body tightening pleasurably, hands coming up to cup her face so his fingers could go into her hair, the cold metal of his rings against her warm skin causing her to gasp in surprise against his mouth.

Calum took the opportunity to skillfully slide his tongue against hers, deepening the kiss like they both desperately desired, his heart leaping in his chest at the soft moan that sounded at the back of her throat. It only urged him on, his front pressing against hers, and eventually moments later they needed to pull away, desperately needing some air.

His lips felt electric after kissing hers, trailing them down her jaw as he kissed at her skin, smirking when he felt one of her hands at the back of his head, fingers threading through the short blonde hair to keep him close when his stubble scratched at her. His own hands found her hips, his touch burning through the soft material of her dress and teeth nipping at a spot that had a breathless gasp escaping her and only fueling Calum on. Her head tipped back, mouth dropping open in silent sighs as the scruff decorating his chin only added to the sensation of his lips and teeth marking her.

The attention he was paying to her neck was setting her body on fire, no doubt, but she needed his lips on hers again, using her grip on his hair to lift his head and connect their lips once again.

Each movement of their lips had the kisses growing more desperate, needier, until Calum finally let out a low groan and pulled her off the railing. “C’mere,” he rasped, hand finding hers and disconnecting their lips before he pulled her along. She followed, heels clicking against the ground, taking notice of the square of his shoulders and the purposeful strides he walked in, catching sight of the clench in his jaw against the lights and shadows of the city.

As soon as they were near the brick wall that had the door leading them inside, enveloped in the dark under the small awning as they were hidden from any surrounding lighting, Calum was pressing her against it. He trapped her body between his own and the wall as his lips caught her lower one in a sinfully sucking kiss and her purse dropped haphazardly on the floor, forgotten amidst their craving for one another. He pushed his knee between her legs and felt her hands press against his back, pushing him as close to her as he could get. The pace of their kiss was rushed and passionate, losing themselves in one another as Calum’s hands found her hips before slowly starting to trail down.

“Tell me to stop,” he mumbled breathlessly against her lips, fingers teasing the hem of her dress, holding off the aching desire to push it up.

Her fingers fisted his shirt, just as breathless as him. “Why would I ever do that?”

Calum could’ve melted right there, groaning appreciatively against her mouth as he took her words as a go-ahead to push the dress up to her hips. Their movements were frantic, rushed, because at the back of their minds they were aware that anyone could walk onto the roof at any moment. So they were quick with her hands working at the belt, button and zipper of his pants.

He wished they had more time, wished that they weren’t doing this on some random rooftop in the middle of New York City; but the cool weather suddenly felt glorious against his heated skin, the lights of the city were glittering around and on them, and feeling her body so close to his was dizzying, her warmth seeping into him damn near electrifying. Calum’s lips worked against hers, one hand haphazardly and blindly reaching for his wallet as he felt her hands untuck his shirt from his now undone pants.

“Fuck,” Calum hissed in aggravation, pulling away from her addictive lips briefly to look down at realize that he didn’t have a condom in his wallet, heart pounding from how close her body was to him along with the bitter knowledge that they might not be able to go further than this.

Her gaze followed his, her breathing heavy and skin on fire with the desperate need for feeling him—all of him. Her heart was drumming in her ears, voice a breathless whisper as her grip on his shirt tightened and she informed him simply, almost pleadingly, “I’m on the pill.”

He could’ve taken her right in that moment.

But instead, with a newfound vigor, Calum dropped to his knees as he decided he wanted this before he took her completely, one hand bunching her dress up at her hips while the fingers of his right hooked into the waistband of her thong and slid it down effortlessly. The dazed voice in the back of Calum’s head was reminding him that they didn’t have much time, that they couldn’t hide away on the roof for this rendezvous for too long, but he was desperate for a taste. Just a little, just for a moment, and the way he felt her hands slide into his hair, fingers weaving through the blonde strands he had yet to cut off as he helped her step out of the flimsy underwear, Calum knew she wasn’t at all against it.

Tilting his chin up, Calum flattened his tongue against her, hands gripping her hips over the bunched fabric of her dress as he felt her body tense agreeingly at the contact. Calum reveled in the soft moan that escaped her, the sound dancing in the gentle breeze around them as he granted himself her taste, more perfect than he could’ve ever imagined.

His tongue worked her over, sucking and licking as it also paid special attention to her clit, each flick of his tongue serving to tighten her fingers in his hair and heat up body as sinful, beautiful sounds fell past her lips. She was playing music in his ears as her right hand slid further down the back of his head, pushing him closer, her own head tilted back and eyes shut, lips parted in a lustful haze. Every movement of his tongue and lips on her heat could be felt in every single nerve of her body, heart pounding wildly as she could feel her orgasm quickly building.

Every motion could be felt deep within her core, the crude sounds of Calum’s mouth sucking at her clit, an appreciative hum escaping him the more he got to taste her. The smirk that tilted at his working mouth couldn’t be helped as he felt her fingers tighten in his hair when the sound he made vibrated through her responsive body. She tasted so fucking heavenly—Calum was aching at this point to feel her. How he’d managed to go this long by restraining himself to friendly hugs and arms around shoulders was beyond him, almost just as unbelievable as what was going on.

Calum could feel her about to come undone, had almost instantaneously memorized the way her body reacted to him at an obsessively fast pace. He could feel it in the way her fingers held his hair tightly, the gentle sting welcomed, and could hear it in the pretty appreciative sounds that fell past her lips with every movement of his tongue. And so, once he brought her close enough, Calum pulled away from her after pressing one last kiss to her clit, licking his lips as he stood to his height and silenced her whining whimper with a kiss.

“So needy,” he couldn’t help but remark against her lips, pushing his pants and boxers down quickly. His heart continued to pound greedily, the anticipation heating his blood as Calum brushed his lips against hers when he rasped, “Ready, doll?”

“Yes,” she responded, the word repeatedly falling past her lips in a breathless prayer, and the sound of her being so openly desperate for him had electricity shocking Calum’s veins as he pushed himself into her.

The sound of his gruff groan mixed with her melodic moan was almost sinful, Calum’s head dropping to the crook of her neck as she tilted her head back, reveling in the sensation of his lips and scruff against her skin and how perfectly, wonderfully, wholly he filled her. Her eyes remained tightly shut, lips tingling from their kisses, and already she was seeing stars from him being inside of her. She accommodated him too sublimely, and Calum fit in her like a missing puzzle piece she hoped to never lose again.

He kept a slow, sensual pace that drove her crazy, and Calum’s hands quickly found her thighs before, without warning, he lifted her so her legs could wind around his hips and ankles lock at his back. The brick wall was rough against her back but she couldn’t give a shit, not when Calum’s body was pressed into hers and he was hitting spots in her body that made it difficult to breathe in the best way. The newfound angle made it easier for Calum to thrust his hips into hers as he picked his head up, catching her lips in a bruising kiss as she hooked her right arm around his neck and buried her fingers of her left hand into his hair. She knew, vaguely, that she was only fucking up his hair but, God, she didn’t fucking care. Not when the bite of his rings was chilling against her thighs and the sound of skin slapping against skin rang in her ears.

Calum was consumed by her, by the thrilling notion of what he’d been aching for to happen finally coming to life as he felt her teeth teasingly sink into his lower lip before sucking at it, making his stomach drop and blood rush straight to his cock, his pace picking up. God, he hadn’t wanted the first time he got to have her like this to be on some fucking rooftop in New York, had never thought it would go this way, completely discarding all of the fantasies that admittedly swam in his mind in regards to her. He wanted to do it right. But Calum couldn’t entirely complain, not right now, not with her lips on his as she kept him close and whimpered at the sensation of him filling her so deliciously.

Praises fell from his mouth before he could help himself, Calum’s voice husky with want as he admired her openly, shamelessly, genuinely, only serving to spread a warmth through her body at being so needed. Listening to Calum breathe her name, tell her how good she felt in a rasp that had his accent slipping in, tell her how she was made for him only had her orgasm building up quickly. God, she could barely keep kissing him, the force of his thrusts and the feel of him in her rendering her to only parting her lips for the gasps and moans to slip through. Calum didn’t mind, fucking loved it, his own lips brushing against hers with every jerk of their bodies while his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs.

His name began falling past her lips like a mantra she wholeheartedly believed in, and Calum knew she was close as her body began tightening, feeling it as he clenched his jaw tightly, the sensation enough to tip him over the edge too, but he waited for her to release to wash over her first. And he watched, with a clenched jaw and a tight grip on her, drilling into her relentlessly as he watched the way she came undone in front of him. There wasn’t much light upon them, hidden in the shadows, but Calum’s sharp eyes made out the way her head tilted back, facing the sky as her mouth fell open in an appreciative, musical moan. He felt her come around him, nails digging into his biceps through the material of his shirt, as his voice sounded smooth encouragements against the skin of her neck, his lips peppering kisses into her heated skin as her body trembled with her orgasm.

She was hot around him, wonderfully so, and it only had Calum chasing his orgasm harder, holding her close to him as she moved her head forward to press her mouth against the pulse point at his neck. She left open mouthed kisses at his skin, not wanting to leave marks tonight, and it wasn’t long until Calum’s own release shook through his body as it was accompanied by a guttural groan that only made her gasp, reveling in the feel of him letting go of himself inside of her.

Heavy breathing and pounding hearts were all that was left, in addition to a blissful haze at the mutual yet silent acknowledgement of this being more than just a one night on a rooftop. It had felt like more. It wasn’t two friends crossing a line for one night—it was two people who’d danced around their feelings for far too long finally moving in the direction they’d both silently been desperate for. It was the universe screaming fucking finally the second they’d kissed. It was both of them hoping, wishing, needing for this to be only the start of something they’d wanted for so Goddamn long.

They remained close, her body still pressed against the brick wall as a way of keeping herself up, legs feeling a bit too unsupportive as she settled back on her feet, letting herself enjoy the press of Calum’s forehead against hers. They both let out a soft groan as he pulled out, leaving her feel empty. Her body felt hot, the breeze not doing much to cool her down as Calum’s warm breath fanned against her, his own eyes closed as he tried to will his erratic heart to calm down. But with her body still against his and his hands gripping her hips a little more loosely while her fingers remained buried in his locks, wanting him to be as close to her as he could while he returned the sentiment, it was proving difficult for Calum to think of anything other than her.

“That was. . .” She sounded breathless, unable to finish or find the right words. Calum opened his eyes just as she pulled away, only enough to lean her head back against the wall, eyes still staring into his brown. Calum admired the flush of her cheeks, her kiss swollen lips, loving that he was the cause of it.

His left hand lifted from her waist, fingers curling into his palm while his thumb swiped against her lower lip as he rasped honestly in the quiet of the night, “A long time coming.”

His words elicited an airy laugh from her, the heat in her cheeks intensifying at the reminding knowledge of Calum wanting to do this just as badly as she did. She was still reeling to be honest, pressed up against him, feeling the hot remnants of their releases between her thighs. There was a glint in Calum’s eyes, relaxed despite what they’d just done, yet also so content. She didn’t see the subtle trouble that had been clouding his gaze when she’d arrived onto the roof, eyes clear as they can be as he stared down at her. Soft and pleased and completely focused on her in a way that made her heart flutter. Though, at this point, it was no surprise that a simple look from Calum was enough to have her breath hitching in her throat.

She desperately wished they could stay up here for as long as they wanted, to forget about the event going on downstairs and get foolishly drunk off each other rather than the alcohol being served. She was already having a difficult time focusing on anything except for the vanilla, jasmine and expensive scent emitting from Calum that had long since taken over her senses.

“We should. . .” God, she was having trouble catching her breath, every part of her still overwhelmed as the blissed out smile tugged at her lips. A giggle threatened to pass her lips as she watched Calum watch her. “We should go back downstairs.”

Calum took a step back, much to her chagrin, back still against the wall as he bent to pick up her purse and handed it to her. She took it from him, unzipping it to pull out the travel sized tissues she always kept, offering it to Calum as the two of them cleaned themselves up. “You go ahead, doll,” Calum told her, tossing the used tissues in an oddly placed trash can a few feet away. His phone was in his hand, after he put his pants back on, as he read something from the screen. He nodded towards the door, a soft smile on his face, one that fluttered her already weak heart. “I’ll be down in a bit.”

She eyed him for a moment as she fixed her dress, his blonde hair mussed up, unable to help herself when she reached a hand up and attempted to help fix the mess she’d created. The smile remained on Calum’s face as she did so, brown eyes on her while she pointed her gaze at the blonde hair she was styling back into place. “You’re not gonna keep brooding up here, are you?”

Her words had Calum’s smile transforming into a smirk, boyish and cute as she reluctantly drew her hand away from his soft hair, fixing it as best as she could. “Reckon I don’t have anythin’ to be broody about anymore.” A soft breath of laughter escaped her at that, and Calum’s smile once again turned reassuring as he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear with a finger. “But the boys are gonna be up here in a few so Dusty can take pictures.”

At that, she snorted out a laugh, eyebrows raising as she mused, “Talk about timing, huh?”

Calum grinned, cheeks pushing up as he let out a laugh of his own, the sound catching in his throat adorably. “Honestly,” he nodded in agreement, gaze dropping to something on the ground before he bent to pick it up. She blinked at the sight of her black thong, only then realizing she wasn’t wearing underwear, but before she could say anything, Calum smirked, “I think I’ll be keeping these.”

Her eyes widened, jaw slacking slightly as she let out an incredulous scoff. “Are you kidding?” she sounded, the disbelieving grin on her face holding her amusement. “I can’t go downstairs without any underwear, Calum.”

The bassist scrunched his face up in mocking thoughtfulness, tilting his head at her as he let the thong hang off his finger. “You really wanna wear this after it’s been lying on the dirty ground of this roof? Not too sanitary, love.”

She shook her head, lips puckering to contain the smile threatening to grow, though she was failing miserably as she crossed her arms over her chest. Narrowing her eyes at the wolfish grin on his face, she responded knowingly, “You totally tossed it to the ground on purpose.”

Calum took a step towards her, eye dropping in a quick wink. “Got too lost in you to care,” he returned smoothly, and for half a second she hated the effect he had on her, his words flushing her cheeks as he pressed a kiss to her lips. Chaste and quick, like he did it all the time. It felt so natural, and when she caught sight of his soft brown eyes, she knew he felt it, too. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

She rolled her eyes, still grinning, before turning to take the few steps towards the door that led to a staircase down to the party. Calum bit his lower lip, still smiling, when she opened the door and glanced over her shoulder at him, mirroring his giddy grin before she went inside and shut the door behind her. He vaguely heard the slam echo from the inside, but once the door was closed, Calum let out a heavy breath and turned to press his back against the brick wall, staring up at the night sky as he rubbed his hands down his thighs.

Honestly, while he was waiting for the boys to come up, Calum needed a moment to comprehend what had just happened. He needed a moment to put together the fact that the girl he wanted, wanted him back just as badly. Calum felt like a teenager, blissfully giddy of a crush being returned, though he knew this wasn’t just some kind of puppy love. This was more. She had always been just. . . More.

For so long, she was the only one who held Calum’s attention effortlessly, who made him forget every other person in the room because his eyes were on her, his thoughts consumed by her presence.

Calum let out a disbelieving, yet relieved, laugh as he gave a shake of his head. His heart had never felt so light. Greedily, happily, Calum was exhilarated that he demanded her attention. She already had all of his.

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[sufferthesea]

I have two little cute headcanon requests! 😊❤️ Danny Rayburn throwing you a surprise party at his restaurant would include? And any other Mendo of your choice - what would dating them be like? Surprise me 😘😘 Thank you sweetheart! 😊💜🙏

Ooh gurl!! thank you so much for this request!! So I know it just said “surprise party” but I made it a birthday party lol. And I kinda added in the other prompt, so you get an idea of what dating Danny is like hehe. I know this is a SUPER long post but I just can’t not write for Danny. I love him so much. 

Surprise Birthday Party (and Dating) with Danny Rayburn HCs 

On the morning of your birthday, he has a birthday bouquet delivered to your house, along with pastries or whatever your favorite breakfast food is. He also calls you to wish you a happy birthday while he’s at work. He tells you that he wanted to have dinner with you but your birthday landed on a really busy day and he’ll be at work all day. 

Of course you’re disappointed but there’s nothing you can do about it. He asks if you’d be willing to stop by at around 7pm after the dinner rush so you can see him. He loves seeing you during his shift because the days can get long and stressful, and seeing your face helps him deal with difficult customers. Occasionally, he’ll cook for you or let you eat anything off the dead plates in the kitchen. He’s not supposed to have you back there for health reasons but … hey, it’s his restaurant.

So you agree to stop by and see him even though you’re pretty sad about the news. You love seeing him at work (he sometimes rolls up the sleeves on his chef’s coat and hoo boy is it sexy), and spending an hour or two at work is better than not seeing him at all on your birthday. And usually he has a cute surprise for you on your birthday, like a little gift or maybe a balloon or something, that he keeps in the kitchen until you’re there.

Meanwhile, Danny has been planning your birthday party for AGES. He loves treating you to things and he really loves being able to use his cooking skills to spoil you. He has contacted a few of your very close friends or family and asked them to come to the restaurant by 6pm. He secretly closed early and finished the dinner rush by 5pm to get the restaurant cleaned and set up for the party.

All the tables are decorated in nice white tablecloths and little decorations in your favorite colors. There’s a buffet table with large bouquets of flowers, a huge birthday cake (that he ordered from your favorite bakery), and all the gifts/cards are stacked neatly around the bouquets/cake.

Your friends and family help decorate the restaurant with streamers, banners, and signs. Danny and his crew begin cooking a special birthday dinner — whatever is your favorite. Steak and lobster? Fettuccine? Some complicated vegan dish with foreign ingredients? Whatever it is, Danny will make it and it’ll be perfect. He likes cooking for you, half because he genuinely loves the art of cuisine, and half because he loves showing off and impressing people (especially since he had been looked down on most of his life and was made to feel like he had no talents or purpose).

He makes everything absolutely perfect before you arrive. The food is ready, gifts are arranged, floor and windows are clean, and all the guests are there. He’s excited but nervous. He wants this to be a great birthday for you, and he hopes you actually show up at the restaurant instead of calling in to say you’d decided to stay home instead …

So you head to the restaurant that evening. Since it’s your birthday and you aren’t really gonna get to celebrate with Danny (so you think) you decide to treat yourself and him by buying a bottle of your favorite drink (wine, champagne, whiskey, sparkling cider, etc.). You arrive at the restaurant and are surprised to see that it’s almost deserted. There are a few cars, but not nearly the same amount as a typical dinnertime at Danny’s restaurant. It’s actually pretty popular so it’s weird to see it so empty when there are still hours before closing time. But you let yourself in through the front and it’s strangely quiet inside. It’s also pretty dark which is definitely weird.

You start to wonder where everyone is (?? Danny?? The waitresses? The guests??) when out of the semi-darkness you can see Danny standing at the hostess stand. He’s holding a plate with a single cupcake with a lit candle. He’s super adorable because he starts singing happy birthday to you as you walk over to him. You’re like, “?? What are you doing???” but it’s just so sweet so you let him sing (no matter how embarrassing you find it). He tells you to make a wish, so you do and blow out the candle.

Then he says, “Allow me to show you to your seat.” And you’re like “Okay…” Then the lights flip on and ?? The entire restaurant is decorated and all your loved ones are there! You’re completely floored and Danny laughs at your expression. You tell him you thought you were gonna have to sneak dinner with him between cooking dishes, and he laughs and quietly whispers to you, “You know you’re worth more than sneaking around in the back, even if it is fun.” When he realizes that you brought a bottle of whatever your favorite drink is, he clicks his tongue at you before taking the bottle and jokingly says he’ll save it for later.

He shows you to your seat and soon everyone is seated, and Danny and a few helpers start bringing out the food. Once everyone is served, Danny sits with you. You are totally surprised and you can tell how much work went into this party. Danny had to shut down his restaurant — his pride and joy — early just so that he could get this ready for you. He went out of his way to contact the people who meant the most to you, he went out and bought decorations, and he ordered a cake. If you were ever unsure about how he felt about you, now you knew for certain. Danny loved you with all of his heart and he was willing to do anything for you.

After dinner, he makes a big deal about the cake and presents. He makes sure you get the traditional first bite of cake (and he may or may not kiss you to get the extra frosting off your lips hehe) and then he wants to watch you open all your gifts. Really he just wants you to open his but he knows you need to open all of them. You hate opening gifts in front of people but you also know it’s rude to not so you give in and agree to start opening gifts. Danny sits you down at your table and begins bringing over gifts. All of the gifts are really nice and you thank everyone. Then you get to the last gift, Danny’s gift. You’re kind of nervous because Danny can be kind of a trickster and he likes to embarrass you a bit and he really can be quite shameless, so do you really want to open this gift when friends and family are all watching you?

But Danny is eagerly waiting so you hesitantly open the gift and it’s actually ??? A really cute gift? It’s probably something like a little locket with a photo of both of you, or something sentimental. Whatever it is, it’s really cute and personal and you’re kind of surprised at how sweet it is. Danny is a really sweet partner and he is really good at getting gifts for you, but he still keeps his heart pretty guarded so knowing that he got you this gift and wanted you to open it in front of everyone? You’re blushing pretty hard but you make sure to tell him thank you, and when you give him a hug you also manage to kiss him and lean in to whisper that you love him.

After the party (which probably goes too late), everyone leaves except for you and Danny, and the few helpers who stayed to clean up. Danny takes you into the kitchen and pulls out two glasses and pours your favorite drink for both of you. He probably sits you on the counter because he thinks it’s so cute and he likes watching you dangle your legs back and forth because your feet can’t reach the ground. Then he tells you that he’s going to give you your “real gift” now and you’re like … yeah, alright, shameless pervy Danny was here all along, he just needed some alcohol to steel his nerves. But you’re surprised when he pulls out another gift box and gives it to you and watches you open it.

It ends up being a little photo album full of photographs of both of you together through your relationship. Little candid pictures of you that he took, selfies together, group photos, etc. It’s so cute, you could die. You end up crying a little bit because of how sentimental and sweet the gift is, and that’s in addition to the sweet locket he gave you!!

You end the night with drinking and him walking you home after he locks up the restaurant. To your surprise, he’s pretty gentlemanly but you assume it’s because he has to work early tomorrow morning and he can’t afford to jeopardize his livelihood. So he kisses you goodnight (it probably actually didn’t start off that innocent because, well, it’s Danny, but he certainly tries to make it teasing and he is an expert at teasing, so just when you’re just about to ask him to stay the night he breaks the kiss and says he has to leave lol). Then he waits to make sure you get inside okay, then he heads back to his apartment. During the night, he’ll text you periodically to remind you that he loves you and to wish you a happy birthday.

“Your birthday doesn’t end until midnight, so I can wish you a happy birthday all I want until then,” he says. He’s such a dork. But sweet. And the last thing he texts you before he goes to bed is, “I love you.” It may seem pretty plain to some (no nickname or anything), but you know how much he means it, and how hard it is for him to be open with his feelings. So, really, that little text means just as much as the gifts he got for you. You make sure to text him back, “I love you too” because, honestly, he needs it and deserves it.

[auroramokoena]

FINDING FREEDOM

She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it.

To her horror, she saw her entire family, champagne glasses in hand, all wearing excited expressions. This is not how it should have been. She really should have called him instead, damn her good manners! Damn courtesy! It all added up.

He had asked her, just this morning, that she move in with him. He had bought a bigger house where she could have the whole top floor as her studio. The permanance of that plea had had her whole life flashing before her eyes... Being with the man she loved- correction- the man she once loved, felt like a death sentence. Once loved. Yes, that love was merely yesterday's tale nows. She did not love him anymore.

And so she had taken the key so she could unlock the chains that bound them; to break the heart of a man whose life, in five years, had intertwined explicitly with hers. She was about to detangle herself from the poison ivy that was Luke and her people were seeing wedding bells.

She had tried to love him again. But how do you love someone who breaks you with a smile on their face? How do you love someone who tried to engineer every thing and part of you up to the way you breathed? “Better quit Love, that job and who I am do not gel well together. We are a team, it would . serve me better if you were an artist full time. Looks more aesthetic.” “You should dress and laugh like Micaella, she has so much grace.” “You are wasting so much time on that passion project of yours, how do you think that makes me look?” “Come on, I only had sex with Sheilla, you are the one who gets to be called my woman aren’t you?”

How had it taken her so long to see? How was everyone blind to his selfish, narcissistic and conceited ways? They all thought her lucky, ha! Not anymore. It was now or never, with steel resolve, she moved forward to crash dreams.

She masked the indignation on her face and wore an expression of the utter shock she had felt earlier. After all, everyone was here excited about being a part of her surprise celebration and since she was going to deny them their anticipated joy, she had to give them something.

Walking in, she greeted everyone with a smile on her face, making the appropriate sounds and hugging folks as she passed by them on her way towards Luke, who was standing furhter in the room, flanked by his family, waiting for her.

This man never stopped outdoing himself with his narcissism and self-importance... “Should he not be meeting me halfway, rushing to have me in his arms with a look filled with anxiousness and love or something? But look at him, waiting for me to get to him as if he were a king. Hehe, but he does think himself a king . Nyeleti, just what did you see in this snake?”

Initially, she had been planning to end this charade of a relationship immediately but she always had a flair for drama, besides, she needed to vent as she had played the fool for a long time. Five years of living, not as a person but an item. Five years of suppressing feelings to satify the other party because while their happiness stretched to infinity, hers was nonexistant. Five years of doing what was “right” for others and doing herself wrong. She was going to be gloriously selfish tonight.

Looking back, this relationship led her to live a life of penance but what exactly was she seeking redemption for? She had only fallen in love! In truth, however, it was not that simple. She committed the worst crime of all- she had fallen in love with the wrong man. Displaced love throughout history has ruined empires. She was lucky she only lost a little time, a little passion and a little of her self esteem- well, perhaps more than just a little- but she would gain it all back starting today.

These are the thoughts that surged forward and held her hand, solidifying her decision to leave as she got closer and closer to Luke. Reaching the man, he “lovingly” hugged her as he whispered with a voice laced with disapproval, “did I not forbid you from wearing pants? Have I become too gentle with you now you think you are the man of the house?” For a second, old habits kicked in and she hastily opened her mouth to apologise before she caught herself. The apology never left her lips as instead, she said, “today, I Nyeleti felt like wearing pants and so I did. Luke darling, don’t tell me you are so insecure my pant suit makes you feel immasculated?” At this, he nearly coughed up blood in anger and only held on tightly to her, as he tried to reign in his emotions, making it appear as if the two were whispering sweet nothings to each other and didn’t want to let go of each other.

Ooohs and aahs from the romantics could be heard and brought him back to the present, the beating he would give her later pacifying him yet an ominous feeling lingered, making him uncomfortable. She had worn what he had told her was taboo and had dared to talk back at him, what was the meaning of her behaviour?

He let her go and held her hand, leading her to the centre of the dining hall before stopping. At this time, the whole place was quiet, simmering with excitement. For them all, it was a foregone conclusion that she would say yes. The older ladies readying themselves to ululate.

Just as he got on his knee and took the ring out, Micaela, his cousin’s best friend, his other woman, rushed forward. “Luke, don’t! I’m pregnant and I’m not aborting this time!” Time froze at this moment and Luke became a statue- kneeling on one knee, ring box in one hand while the other was reaching out to open it.

“Great,” Nyeleti thought to herelf, “I just wanted to vent. I just wanted to humiliate him a little before leaving why is she disturbing me, why is she stealing my spotlight?!?!?!?!?!?!?!” She broke the silence as she looked at the other woman and said to her, “Congratulations on your pregnancy, but please learn to wait your turn, don’t be rude,” and then looked back expectantly at Luke.

Foolishly thinking he still was in control of the whole situation, he slipped into the character of a man inlove with victory making his eyes glitter, he opened the ring box and said: “Nyeleti, thank you for trusting me. This woman is trying to come between us and many more like her will come. Please stay by my side always, steadfastly trusting in me, believing in me and what we have. I love you. Please marry me.” Nyeleti smiled, looked down at him and said, “No I won’t. I don’t love you. I already moved out my stuff. Grow up. As for Micaela, I don’t care but please, do not beat her like you used to beat me. Do not take away her identity like you almost did mine. Do not mentally abuse her like you did me. Do not cheat on her like you did on me with her. Learn to be confident in yourself as a person without crushing other people you scum.”

“What did you say he did to you Nyeleti?!” her father bellowed while her brother rushed forward and started pummeling Luke, raining fierce punches on him. Nyeleti’s vengeful heart was appeased, especiallythe broken nose, even surgery couldn't fix that. She pulled her brother away, not wanting him to have Luke's filthy blood on his hands.

He had invited not only their families and friends over but his boss and the mayor who running for the presidency as there as well. This marriage, the joining of two powerful families, would have helped him land a big tender and help seal his position as heir to his family’s corporation. His image tarnished, his family humiliated and his handsome face scarred. Her bitterness melted. She had not taken any photos of her body after all the beatings and she had not told a soul feeling ashamed and inadequate. He had always been careful to hit her where noone else could see. It was her word against his, she would not bother laying charges but she would use this to protect her brother. The most important thing was that she was free.

She walked out of that house with her family surrounding her, protectively reminding her of the unconditional love she had nearly forgotten giving her strength. As she drove home, to go and further calm her people down, ‘fetch your life’ by Prince Kaybee played on the radio, a perfect soundtrack to this phase her life was going into.

[imaginecoderealize]

Could we perhaps get hcs for the main cast (+ finis and Sholmes) as to what they would do with a s/o on valentines day? (I have ordered release date delivery for Wintertide Miracles and have asserted that Van Helsing is going to be my valentine)

Valentines headcanons!

First, I am terribly sorry for the tardiness of my response! It is completely mod Apostle’s fault, and she humbly asks for forgiveness. I was away at a convention this weekend and underestimated how little time I would have before I left. Love doesn’t go out of date, I hope??

Mod Nautilus offers sweet love notes, while Mod Apostle’s are ficlets based on a theme of being separated on Valentine’s Day... with happy endings!

We hope you enjoy! We’ll see you again around the beginning of March! Until then have fun with Wintertide Miracles! ❄️

They are behind the cut for length....

LUPIN:

“I’m so glad you accepted my Valentine’s Day invitation, mon trésor! You look so excited, have you been wondering what sorts of adventures I have in store for you? Haha, calm down, calm down! There will be many surprises for the two of us.

Hmm… how does an invitation to a masque sound? I find that nobles are much more fun when they’re masked, it gives us glimpses of the true selves that they usually hide behind their reputations.

Ahaha, what’s with that expression? You want to know if I have something mischievous up my sleeve? My dear, who do you think you’re speaking with? Oh, but please don’t worry. Tonight, all eyes will be on you, and only you.”

****

Lupin planned for the day for weeks. He made all his lover’s favorite treats, made reservations at her favorite restaurant and bought romantic gifts. So when the day came and his lover needed to be away from home on Valentine’s Day, he was supremely disappointed. He didn’t want to make her feel bad, so he hid his feelings and told her they would celebrate when she come back, but Arsene Lupin, Gentleman Thief, couldn’t let his lover be alone on Valentines Day!

He saw her off with a kiss and a smile, asked Impey to use the ornithopter, loaded it up with all of his gifts, and headed to her destination. A little breaking and entering later, he snuck into her room...

He lit his rose-scented candles, put his champagne on a tray by the bed, donned his new red silk robe and arranged himself seductively on the bed to wait.

He heard the door open a few minutes later. His lover took in the sight of Lupin’s roguish grin, temptingly open robe, and champagne and laughed with relief, “I knew I could count on you.”

Lupin was confused for a moment, but then his lover took off her coat...

The gift he bought for her- the very one he couldn’t find that morning- adorned her body most enticingly.

“Were you looking for this?” she said with a giggle, “I didn’t think you bought it for yourself...” she looked a little ashamed,  “I am sorry... but... I hoped you would come. I would have felt silly wearing this to return to an empty room.”

Lupin gave his most winning grin, “Never fear, my dear. I would never allow my lover to sleep alone on Valentine’s Day.” he said warmly, and kissed her until she melted in his arms.

........

VAN:

“I’m glad you could make it. Hm? Why do I…? No, I’m not unhappy to see you, you should know better than that. I just had planned to cook a nice dinner for the two of us, but Lupin and the others… it turns out that they made dinner reservations for us.

… It’s at the Reform Club, one of the most exclusive locations in all of London. Lupin said that the Count had to go to a lot of trouble to get us access. I don’t know why they went to all of that trouble, I wanted to… hm? You look rather happy. What, you want me to relax tonight? Heh… I always have trouble saying no to that smile of yours. All right, then. But don’t worry, later on I’ll be sure to spoil you.

At that time… would you prefer chocolate or vanilla?”

****

Van hated to see the disappointment on his lover’s face when he told her he would need to travel on Valentine’s Day, but he could not shirk his duties to Delacroix. They shared a tearful kiss at the door before he left, and he promised to celebrate as soon as he came back, but he knew it wasn’t the same. He had forgotten such sentiment for a long time, but now even he recognized the importance of observing traditions together.

He finished his duties for the day and brooded over his lover being alone... it was wrong. No, he couldn’t let this happen. What kind of lover would he be to do something like that? He stood up.

“Hey, Helsing! Why are you making that face? Don’t tell me you and your sweetie are fighting again!”

He glared at the young king, “We don’t fight...”

“Well you must be if you’re here on Valentine’s Day looking like that! Or did you forget?!” he looked horrified.

Van berated himself silently, even the child king knew it was wrong to leave a lover on Valentine’s Day, “I didn’t forget. It was my duty to be here.” he muttered, “But now I—

“Don’t be stupid, Helsing. Go right now! Take the automobile. Maybe you can still make it back before midnight!”

...

His watch read 11:55pm when he squealed up the driveway. He vaulted out of the car and crashed through the door.

His lover ran out of the living room in a white cotton gown, hair loose around her shoulders. He felt starved of the sight, though he had only been gone for two days. He pulled her in his arms and kissed her until they were both breathless.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” he said between kisses, “I am... sorry...” he kissed her again, “to have left...” he lifted her in his arms and held her tightly against his chest, “Tell me, “ he undid the ribbons on her delicate gown, and kissed her throat. She made a little sigh of pleasure, “Tell me how I can make it up to you...”

She whispered her desire in his ear.

He felt his face warm at her suggestion, and smiled back at her. If that was his penance, perhaps he should misbehave more often.

......

FRAN:  

“Oh, you’re here! I’m so glad. The tests had gone well, but Sisi has a mind of his own at times… I wasn’t sure he’d follow the scent to deliver your invitation. Huh, the costume? Y-Yes, I put it together… I’m glad you thought it was cute.

Ah, I hope you like the flowers! I know roses are traditional, but I just couldn’t decide… so I also got you a daisy bouquet and a tulip bouquet. I thought they’d make a nice backdrop. I made some sandwiches for us, they aren’t fancy but I asked for Impey’s help so they should be delicious.

E-Eh? Feed me? Haha, that’s really… really cute of you. All right, but only if I can do the same. Hehe, okay, now… say ‘ahhh’!”

****

Fran hated that he needed to be away from home on Valentine’s Day, but he knew the conference was too important to miss. His lover encouraged him vigorously to go, but he still felt guilty about leaving.

Which is how he found himself coming home with the basket of kittens.

He often worked late or needed to attend lectures. He hated to think of his lover all alone and hoped the kittens would keep her company.

A tiny paw darted out and grabbed his finger.

“Ow!” he yelped, nearly dropping the basket.

The rest of the kittens joined the game and leapt out of the basket to climb up his chest and up to his shoulders, knocking his glasses askew and getting tangled in his hair while he yelped from being scratched with their sharp little claws. He desperately tried to get them to go back in the basket.... just as his lover opened the door to the house to see him covered with kittens.

She stared at him for a moment. A bemused expression on her face, and burst out laughing.

“Happy Valentine— Woah...!” Fran cried as his lover pulled him into her arms, kittens and all. Half the kittens leapt from his shoulder to hers. One still dangled from his coat.

She kissed him, “Welcome home... all of you!” she said, still giggling, “I love you, and I love our new family members.”

.....

IMPEY:

“Okay, my cute little engine, get ready to take my honey and I on the best Valentine’s Day date ever! I thought this would be fun, you know? Taking a nice drive out into the countryside. The sun is just beginning to dip, so we’ll be able to watch the sunset together and then…! Yes! Then we can go stargazing! Ahh, to see the stars reflected in my lover’s eyes, it’ll be like a dream!

Cold? Well, yeah, I guess it is February… but Mr. Impey thought of everything! Ta-daaaa! Check out these portable heating pads I made! Oh, don’t worry, I tested them a lot… got burned a lot, too, but hey! All’s well that ends well, right? E-Ehh… what’s with that expression… okay, okay! I have blankets, too! We’ll just have to scooch up real close-like together. … Ehehe, that might be even better. Waah, Impey, you’re a genius!

Hm? You saw me… working on the Ornithoper earlier? Yeah, I thought at first that a date above the clouds would be fun, but… I realized it would be too dangerous. Hahaha, not because of the Ornithoper, but because… honey, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you tonight. Pulling over is much easier than maneuvering an emergency love landing! Ahaha, your blushing so cute! But, there’s no need to be embarrassed… tonight, the only one watching us will be the moon.

****

“I’ll be back as soon as I can!” Impey declared confidently when he left two days ago. But there he was with a busted engine helplessly waiting for the replacement for the broken part he needed to be delivered.

He felt unaccustomedly depressed. He couldn’t believe he was leaving his precious angel alone on this most important day. He knew she would understand. She was a smart and resilient girl. He would make it up to her at length later, but he never wanted to disappoint her. He wanted to always be there to make her smile, always wake up with her tucked in his arms on special days. He certainly never wanted to leave her alone like this.

But there he was, miles away from the nearest train station with a busted motor and no way to get home.

He gazed up at the moon wistfully, thinking of all the nights they spend curled up under blankets looking at the moon and making plans... making love, too. It was the best time in his life.  

He squinted up at the moon... was that a new crater? No... it was moving.  He could hear a familiar high-pitched buzzing....

He jumped up from the hood of the car and stared at the sky in shock.

The ornithopter was coming.

His heart leapt. The Ornithopter was coming! That meant—!!

The ornithopter circled the clearing where he stood. He jumped and waved enthusiastically. The little aircraft flashed its lights and descended to land next to him. The door was flung open and his beautiful angel of the sky leapt out and into his arms, wrapping her arms around him while he laughed, “My honey came to the rescue! But that’s not fair! It is the noble knight that must rescue his princess!”

“Nonsense!” she snorted, “We don’t live in the dark ages.” she kissed him soundly, “I couldn’t let my hapless prince lie alone in a field on Valentine’s Day!” she held up the blankets she brought.

He grinned as brightly as the moon itself, “I am in your debt, Princess!” he gave her a suggestive wink, “Now what would you like for your reward, eh?”

She kissed him fiercely, “I can think of a few good ways for you to repay me.”

....

SAINT:

“I’m taking off the blindfold now. Hehe, were you able to figure out where I took you? Yes, I thought it would be a nice surprise… oh, tonight they aren’t performing any operas or ballet… tonight is something very special.

I remembered how fondly you were looking at my antique collection, and I thought it might be fun for us to visit an auction together. These auctions are usually so crowded, though, so I arranged for us to have a private viewing the night before. This entire theater is just for the two of us tonight, our own antique gallery. And, my dearest, if you desire anything you see… it’s yours. Whether it’s a few items or the entire show, I will make sure you’re able to start your own collection here tonight.

After that, I was thinking the two of us could go on a cruise- oh, you don’t have to worry about packing. I’ve ensured that everything you need has already been loaded onto the ship. Please forgive my selfishness, but the last time I was invited to an auction cruise, things didn’t go exactly as planned… haha, you understand, right?

Well then, beloved, the night is ours. Let’s dedicate it to our love of art… and our love for each other.”

****

She dropped her suitcase on the bedside table and dropped herself on the bed. She had been away too long. She didn’t think she could bear another lonely night. She knew Saint felt the same way. Sometimes she could feel his emotions from far away like the touch of ghostly fingers caressing her face. She sighed and flipped open her suitcase—

There, on top, was a letter.

She gazed at the familiar stationary, Saint‘s exquisite handwriting spelling out her name. She breathed in the faint scent of white flowers that was her beloved’s signature.

The only trouble was that she had been traveling for days. There was no such letter in her case.

Trembling, she opened the envelope—

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my beloved lady,

It pains me to apart today of all days, even if it is unavoidable. I miss you tonight. Do you have all you need on your travels? Do my words warm your heart enough to endure this absence?”

No... she thought. I need so much more.

“I cannot say the same. I can still feel the shape of you beside me in this bed, your fragrance on my pillow, your sweetness on my tongue. I need all of you here with me always. I wanted to leave you roses on your pillow, kisses on your lips, share tea with you in the morning, read to you in the afternoon. I want to take you places tonight that you’ve never seen. I want to see the wonder in your eyes. I want to hear you gasp with delight. I am a terribly selfish man, as you know too well, but tell me your desires and I will fulfill them. Your pleasure is mine also.”

How many times had he told her that? How many times had they done those things? How many times had she fallen asleep with a smile on her face, her body and soul perfectly content in every way? She kept reading...

“Close your eyes for me. Hear my voice. I am touching you now, my fingers on your lips. Now part them for me, yes... like that. Taste this. Is it sweet? This chocolate is said to be the finest in the world. Do you agree? It will taste sweeter from your lips, my love. Now lie back and think of me. Your wish is my command, tell me your desires. Tell me your needs. Tell me anything at all.”

She could almost taste the chocolate. Feel his fingers on her lips, “I love you.” was all she said. She could almost feel his body against hers. She laid back, undressing as if he watched her from the page of the letter.

“I love you, too. Hehe, Are you surprised that I can hear you? I can feel you, too. Can you feel me now?”

She could... it was almost too real.. she moaned a little...

“I know you can. I know. Oh, how I know. We share a bond to deep for mere miles to erase.

I need more than the thought of you. If you feel the same way...

Open your eyes.”

...

She felt soft lips against hers. Very real lips... her eyes flew open.

“Hehe. Are you surprised?” Saint said softly.

“What!? How—”

He put a finger over her lips, “Shh, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I am here with you now...” he kissed her again. His lips tasted of dark chocolate.

He pulled her into his arms, “Now, please, let me love you.”

....

SHOLMES:

“… And here you are. I’m not surprised, you’re always good at solving the fun little riddles I leave for you. Still, I found it rather charming that you left a riddle for me, as well. … It looks like we had the same place in mind, too. Yes, you told me once that you wanted to visit this tea house, didn’t you?  Haha! Was that how it went? I was the one who wanted to come here? Well, I really must thank you for remembering that, then. … You made reservations as well? My, it looks like we’ll have the whole room to ourselves…

Hm? You’re disappointed that I didn’t bring my violin? My dear, did you really believe that the night would be ending here? Hehe, no, it would be too early for that. After this, I want to take you to a garden I recently found. There’s a beautiful gazebo there, and I think the acoustics will make the performance much nicer. … Besides, tonight, you’re the only one I want to hear my music.”

****

Sholmes sighed and put down his newspaper. He knew he was being foolishly sentimental. February 14th was just a date on the calendar. It was nothing to get upset about to miss a single day together.

So why did he feel so out of sorts?

He knew perfectly well, but the knowledge was uneasy. He never felt this way before and it unnerved him. He considered his intellect to be above such trivial things.

He attempted to forget his melancholy by tidying the house, but was useless. He decided a walk might clear his mind...

....And immediately spotted a familiar figure slipping between two buildings.

No one else would have noticed her unique gait and peculiar habit of looking up at the sky when she was trying to be nonchalant, but he certainly did.

She told him she would be away for the week. What was she doing sneaking in alleys?

A little troubled, he turned from his path to follow her.

She led him on a merry chase through the city, ending when he saw her slip inside a window on a sleepy, tree-shaded street.

Waiting only a moment, he followed her.

—only to be lifted off his feet and pulled through the window.

The scent of his lover’s sweet vanilla perfume surrounded him.

He was being kissed.

Thoroughly.

He answered with hunger to match. It had been too long.... He suddenly didn’t care why his lover was sneaking through the city...

She released him, “Did you like your Valentine’s Day present?” she whispered in his ear.

He understood.

Feeling a little foolish, he laughed, “You win this time.” he kissed her, “Next time you won’t get so lucky.”

“I think it is you who is about to get lucky.” she said before wrapping her arms around his neck again.

.....

FINIS:

“Ha! Well, look at how dressed up you are! Huuuh? Date? You really went to all that trouble because you thought… V-Valentine’s Day? I wasn’t particularly paying attention to it… sister baked cookies for it, which you’re welcome to have. They really…. they are rather burned, aren’t they? Sheesh…

Candles? Can’t a man light some candles without it suddenly being for a particular occasion? And the flowers… wipe that smile off your face, it makes you look like a fool. … Ahh, fine! Fine! H-Here. Huh? No, my sister didn’t make these chocolates! … I made them. Had to fight off a fork-wielding little… b-but, anyway… I’m sure you’ll find these far better than those cookies—or anything else you might have received today.

I’ve never really… Valentine’s Day never… ….. I… hope you enjoy them. The fact of the matter is, I wanted to see you. I want to see you. It doesn’t have to be a particular day… I simply… want to be with you. … There’s that smile, again. … I suppose it isn’t always a foolish one.”

****

Finis was in a bad mood.

That wasn’t unusual. How can one be in a good mood surrounded by incompetents?

It had nothing to do with a certain person being absent from work because of a cold on Valentine’s Day. They were just the only person capable of doing their job correctly. He was just annoyed because it made his workload worse.

If he kept telling himself that, he might even believe it.

He finished up early and left without an explanation.

On his way home he was further annoyed by the displays in the shops. All lurid red hearts and foolish Cupids. Childish nonsense for frivolous people. He stomped away not looking where he was going and upset a cart full of flowers. A bucket tipped as he collided with it and spilled its contents on the ground.

It was his fault. He couldn’t expect the flower girl to suffer for his clumsiness, so he bought the things.

Now what? He certainly didn’t need a bucket full of pink roses.

That certain coworker wasn’t feeling well. Maybe this would cheer her up.... so she could get back to work and do her job!

Feeling thoroughly convinced, he turned toward her house.

He found her quietly reading a book with a cup of tea. Her face turned red when she saw the flowers. Maybe she had a fever.

She was crying and smiling as she thanked him. Her eyes bright with gratitude. He didn’t understand why girls did that. But... deep in his heart... he had to admit it made him... very happy.

[seoultraveller]

Oof that’s nice with some cooling winds in that extremely hot weather!! as usually, the weather in Sweden has mood swings and variates a lot💀 since this weekend his has actually been very warm and we finally got our awaited summer weather😭🥳

I have not changed my battery yet and I don’t think I will🤣 maybe I’ll do so during my break (but we’ll see). That summer feeling is magical~ thank you🥺 I didn’t actually, just smelled it :P and the sensation was just enough🥳 WOW thank you so much!!<3

I actually dont😂 sometimes when I come up with full on descriptions and text I have to quickly write them down in my phone, but I usually just keep the idea/scene in my head :) OOOH that was actually great, thank you🥰 these ideas definitely got my mind thinking now🥳 thank you you’re so kind😭💕

REALLY??🥺🥺🥺 that’s so great AHHH!!!!! I’ve come to a little over 3k and I’m just beginning on the “here goes shit down” part💀💀 SOO it’s gonna be a long~~ one, bare with me.

Oh please please don’t worry about things like that🥺 your body is already great as it is❤️💕✨ (don’t worry I don’t get uncomfortable with things as such!!<3) I can understand the feeling to change things about your appearance, I do want to, but none of us should have to worry about it or even care :(( and eating more is definitely great too!!💕 our bodies deserve to be loved with the way they care for us🥰 AHH yes!! Can’t wait for the next thing you publish!

I had my last exam last Friday!! Now I’ve only had to finish essays and projects for the last two weeks :( Though, this Sunday I just had this sudden wave of wanting to be productive so I’ve worked A LOT now mon-wed and I’ve turned in a total of 4 things😭 only two to go before I’m all done!!! And like all my classes for this week have been cancelled so I’ve had so much free time🥰🥰 I really notice how good my well-being becomes without all stress and pressure

You’re probably right hehe. I am looking forward to the personal content since they’re so great, especially O.S.O.S like Wooyoung is just magnificent with his films🥺

Thank you!! Hoping so too💕🥰 WOOP you’re soon out of that place!!! We should be proud of ourselves!

That’s good!! ☀️ Oh yeah~ I noticed that post about you asking what is going on in Sweden with the temperature change. I couldn’t read the thread 😂🤣 because it was all in Swedish, but quite some moody weather you got going over there in that part of the world. 😂😂 You went somewhere this past weekend, right? I’m not sure if I asked you yet but do you like the beach, lakes, pools any bodies of water to be in during the summer? Or a preference for things to do in the summer? I hope that the weather stays pretty level for you out there.

😂😂😂 It’s cool if you don’t lol. I just tried to record something but my battery is almost low. I tried to charge it but, I cannot find the charger for my battery... 🙃 So I am in a similar situation to you. Phone camera for me all summer... I guess. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Ah! 💡 writing it down in your phone is a good method. Especially if you have it on you. It’s quick and fast and reliable for you to take down some notes and ideas from our head. Oh~ 🥺 of course. I don’t want to mess up a potentially amazing story you have, and my ideas don’t always align with an author’s. Sometimes I’m just really wayyyyyy~ off but you should do what you think is best for your story. I am glad that I could offer a bit of help.

I LOVE READING LONG STORIES!!! 💕💗😀❣️ Although I am a terribly slow reader. I’ll get through it no matter what. I can brave through your story, don’t worry!

You’re right. Yes! You’re totally right!! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👍 (Don’t have high expectations. I just really got into my feelings with it... 🥺)

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! 🐵👏🏾🙌👍🥂🥳🤩☺️ OMG! That’s so good. I am incredibly happy to hear that!! You’re doing amazing!! 🥲😻 . The productivity fairy has blessed you and you’re doing superbly! 😁 And a 🙏🏾 to your classes getting cancelled! like 😅. More free-time to be productive for school and for yourself. Good for you!! 🙌🙌

I agree. The more he puts out O.S.O.S it’s gets a little better every time. This is good for him. He might even direct a video one day or put out travel vlogs!! Who knows!?! 😉

Yes! Another round for being proud of ourselves 🥂🥂 ✨ (now that I think about it, I don’t know if you drink or not. I use the champagne or beer glass emojis as a symbol of celebration, not necessarily to get drunk... I’m not a heavy drinker, but I.D.K. I just kind of felt a little insensitive for using them as a ‘celebratory’ symbol... sorry. that was a ~lot~)