#he says something about how when you look at the 'traditional' way of thinking about gender issues and the traditional direction

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Spark to Heart — Transformers x Human!Reader Valentine's HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Prompt for all of these is the bots reacting to Reader introducing them to the human Valentine's traditions!

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Autobots:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus takes the concept very seriously, encouraging his teammates to try and partake in it to respect human customs. He gets very flustered when you give him a present for the holiday, attempting to hide his blush behind his battlemask as he 'professionally' accepts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Cliffjumper ends up overthinking it a bit. He keeps second-guessing what would be perfect enough. He doesn't want to get something too obvious, but what else is there? What he does rather than a gift is setting up a stargazing date for you both

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ratchet almost wants to skip the holiday, he doesn't really see the point of it. But when finding out it's a way of showing affection, he subtly picks it up. Gave you a heart-shaped box of little energon cubes. Even if you can't really eat them, the thought alone was touching, especially with how embarrassed he was delivering it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Jazz immediately sets out to make you a mix of music. He rapid-downloads all the cheesy human love songs he can find. When listening it to you, he tries to sing along to some of them, only knowing about 1/3rd of the words. It's the time with you that matters, especially seeing you laugh at his attempts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wheeljack immediately begins building something for you, and spends the next few weeks working through lab explosions. At the end of it, he gives you a custom-made gift— a heart that folds out to reveal a ring that ended up being the perfect bracelet size for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Bumblebee takes to the idea immediately, and he snags a bunch of ideas for human customs. You get practically smothered in flowers he grabbed a servofull of out of a field, and he makes sure you have a plush that's of ample side (to him it was rather small, to you it was almost twice your size)

Decepticons:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron completely brushes off the idea once you tell it to him. A holiday all about love. How cliché, and disgustingly human. And yet, you wake up with a small bundle of roses and a little note waiting for you in the morning, and Megatron just so happened to clear his schedule... just a coincidence, he insists

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Soundwave is rather apathetic to the concept. He barely interacts with bots when it comes to romance, so his approach to humans isn't much different on the surface. On the day of, he has a schedule of hangouts for you to do together all planned out, and a collection of traditional Cybertronian songs for you to listen to

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream absolutely laughs at the notion. That's really something humans dedicate so much time and energy to? So simple, so inane. But... you are free then, right? Because he is, and he supposes there's a spot nearby that would be nice for a lunch. And maybe he picked up a box of those stupid chocolates that are in all the human commercials. Don't look to much into it, he says

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shockwave looks at it from, of course, a logical view. He tries to think about how societally it makes sense to prioritize those types of relationships, even if he's never really had time for them. He'll also show up day of with a little bowtie and an invitation to dinner for you. It's customary to have a date, and he tells you outright that you were his first pick

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker might not see the point, but he's absolutely down to hang out with you. You've been his favorite human since the beginning, why not? He doesn't really know what to do, but any time you make a romantic gesture to him, he flushes in blush and ends up nervously and very gently holding your hand

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp takes the opportunity to have fun, inviting you out with him the second he knows it's free time off of work. He offers to take you for a flight, out for some pranks, really just anything you want to make the most of the day. At the end he even gives you a gentle kiss atop your head as a thanks for the fun

[essycogany]

Sonic And Amy Are A Unique Couple

This is a quick Sonamy rant /ramble session. With a few added clarifications too. Enjoy!

This couple is more unique than you’d think. It’s cool if anyone disagrees. I'm all for a polite debate and respect your opinion. But if you're willing to hear me out, I'll be willing to explain myself as clearly as possible. Great? Awesome! Let’s get started!

Amy doesn't want to change Sonic. I will scream this until I'm not able to speak any more that Amy loves Sonic for who he is. She always has but it wasn't until IDW that she expressed it out loud. Still one of my favorite moments between them.

Does that make their relationship unique? Not really. What makes their relationship unique is what Amy loves about Sonic is kind of the reason they're not a couple yet. Sonic is an ongoing force that can’t be stopped or changed. Of course, he’ll allow someone to join him on a race, but he still keeps going. Not to say Sonic won’t stop to smell the roses (pun not intended) but he’ll do it on his own time. Amy always likes to take advantage of those moments and best of all, Sonic doesn’t mind. Even during their old chases, he’d slow down for her. Says a lot about the connection they have but there’s more

Their chemistry is…something for lack of a better term. Their back and forth is so interesting to me. Sonic does like Amy back. Notable examples here but to put it shortly, Sonic doesn’t know what he’s doing when it comes to romance. Sometimes he’s not into it and other times he’s chill. Sometimes Amy is ecstatic and other times she's bashful. I'm looking at you Sonic X.

Every time Amy’s occupied, is when Sonic wants her the most. Amy on the other hand wants Sonic to enjoy his freedom. Neither of them stops to think about how maybe they can have it both ways.

I'll also mention romance isn’t about “being tied down.” That paints romance as if it’s some kind of chain being rapt around your neck or being forced to be with the person. That is not romance. It’s keeping someone hostage. Something Amy would not do. Every time she’d joke around about marrying him Sonic didn’t take it seriously. Heroes included.

Sonic’s line in Heros: “Amy, knock it off. There's no time to play!” Dude knows Amy was messing with him. She was written to be girly, childish, adventurous, and cartoony. No, it wasn’t always executed well. Hello, Sonic Freeriders Amy! But I think this scene summons it up the best.

Important thing to mention as well is Sonic is an outspoken and honest character who rarely lies. It’s either you get the truth or you get nothing. He’s not the type to spare people’s feelings either, so if he had a problem with Amy in the past, he’d tell her directly. I do think she'd also stop if he genuinely told her to. The last thing Amy would want is to tarnish their friendship because of her actions. This loyal girl is so sweet.

Not to mention this is a popular trope in Japan too. The trope was what their relationship was based on.

Back to my original point Sonic and Amy aren’t a traditional couple. That’s a good thing. If they became canon their relationship wouldn’t change if they got together, but also they don’t need labels either. Romance isn’t or shouldn’t be a burden on you. That’s not how love works and that’s not what Sonic believes Amy to be. If that’s the case he wouldn’t be friends with her. Whether you ship Sonic with Amy, someone else, or no one, there should be no doubt Sonic values her friendship.

I’ll also add that Amy is just as up for an adventure as Sonic is. It’s why she loves him so much. They’re a power couple and love going out to travel, so there’s no staying in one place for these two.

In Sonic Adventure 2 you can tell Amy’s intuition when it comes to Sonic. Close to the end, she saw him looking a bit down and noticed his mood shifting a bit. “What’s the matter, Sonic?” “Oh, it’s nothing.” She knows him so well. I don't know what connection they run on but it’s inspiring.

These two don’t have a typical girl/boy relationship. I know some people say, “Well, why can't Sonic and Amy stay friends? Not every male and female relationship needs to be romantic.” You're 100% correct. Here are some examples.

The difference between other relationships is that Amy was created to be a Minnie to Sonic’s Mickey. Which is why these two are treated differently compared to others. Including in merch. There are more examples but I digress. The point is this specific pair is always going to have nuance even if they’re only friends. It doesn’t stop until Amy doesn’t love Sonic and even if it shouldn’t define her, it should still be a part of her. She might work without romance, but we already have other amazing female characters for that.

No one’s obligated to ship them because of this of course. Again, your opinion is still valid, and I will always stick to that point.

Last but not least is their friendship (or situationship) as a whole.

The funny thing is their friendship is what makes their romance the most compelling. The appeal to Sonic and Amy’s dynamic is how much platonic energy they have. Romance doesn’t always mean you need to be lovey-dovey. With Sonamy it’s their powerful friendship that makes the (somewhat not platonic) interactions memorable. You don’t have to choose romantic or platonic. It can be both. I wouldn't be a Sonamy fan if I didn't think their relationship was plain. I'm here because of how different they are.

And I love them to bits. Look at this panel and tell me it isn't running with situationship fuel.

Another fun detail is in recent years despite knowing Amy still loves him, Sonic hugs her back. Even the moments in Sonic X he carries her are moments he offers to. Even when it wasn't necessary.

Can’t forget about the recent asking Amy out to a dinner panel in IDW. He's never done that before. There's a familiarity between the two of them however you look at it. I LOVE them for it.

His moments of genuinely being excited to see her are not due to some development but because Sonic’s passion for Amy has noticeably increased. Why am I bringing these up? It’s because one thing that hasn’t been talked about when it comes to romance is actions. Sure, Sonic doesn't fully confess his feelings to her outwardly. But why do you have to be obvious and in people’s face when it comes to loving someone? In Japan, love is mostly shown through what you do more than what you say. That stuff can happen there but it doesn't always have to. The “Sharing an Umbrella, Amy,” line in Frontiers carries a lot more weight when you think about the implications.

Please read this post by @egalitarian-tomboy if you're interested in the implications of Sonamy in Frontiers.

The up-to-interpretation view of whatever they have together is the main reason I and so many people ship them. It’s not the fact that they are close, but the progression of their closeness. To make a long story short, the appeal of Sonamy is the fact that they don’t have to be traditionally romantic to be an interesting couple. Amy represents expressive love and Sonic represents emotional love.

Stay creative! 💜

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ teddy’s notes: kinda bridget jones’s diary coded/inspired bc its one of my fav romcoms, watched it solely bc of colin firth when i was 15 and i think nanami kinda reminds me of him soooo, also reader is awkward and bridget inspired obvi

new year’s resolutions were stupid. you knew this. they were a yearly tradition of setting unrealistic goals and then abandoning them by february. and yet, here you were, writing them down anyway.

1. stop embarrassing self in front of nanami kento.

2. get life together (financially, emotionally, spiritually, etc.).

3. no more hopeless pining over emotionally unavailable men (see: nanami kento).

you tapped your pen against your notebook, frowning.

this was going to be a disaster.

nanami had been a problem for you for far too long. serious, disciplined, devastatingly handsome—he made suits look unfairly good, and his deadpan sarcasm made your brain short-circuit. worse, he was kind to you. not in a flirty, obvious way, but in that nanami way—remembering how you took your coffee, covering you with his jacket when you fell asleep on a mission, standing between you and danger without a second thought.

but that was just who he was.

and you? you were… not like him. your life was a mess. you were the kind of person who accidentally sent texts to the wrong people, spilled coffee on important documents, and tripped over nothing. a disaster, really.

so, resolution #1. stop embarrassing yourself in front of him.

simple enough.

except it was not simple, because ten minutes later, you were at gojo’s new year’s party, wine glass in hand, already halfway to ruining your life.

“looking serious as always, nanamin.” gojo slung an arm around nanami’s shoulders, grinning like the menace he was. “you here to celebrate, or did someone trick you into coming?”

“i was invited,” nanami replied, sipping his drink. “and unlike some people, i have manners.”

you watched from across the room, pretending not to stare. he looked unfairly good in that suit—tie loosened just enough, hair slightly tousled. new year’s was supposed to be a time of fresh starts, and yet here you were, still hopelessly into him.

“you’re staring,” shoko murmured beside you.

“i’m not—”

“you are,” she said, smirking. “just go talk to him.”

“no. absolutely not.” you took a sip of wine. “besides, he doesn’t think of me that way.”

shoko gave you a look. “right. sure. keep telling yourself that.”

before you could argue, gojo’s voice rang out.

“alright, everyone, five minutes to midnight!”

the room buzzed with excitement, couples moving closer, people laughing as they grabbed champagne. you swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that at midnight, there would be a moment—the kind of moment where people kissed, or at the very least, awkwardly looked around for someone to kiss.

you, of course, had no such luck.

instead, you found yourself standing near nanami, your brain short-circuiting as you tried to act normal.

he glanced down at you. “enjoying yourself?”

“oh, yeah. love parties. love new year’s. nothing like a fresh start.” you gestured vaguely, then immediately regretted it because you nearly sloshed your drink onto his sleeve.

nanami raised a brow. “right.”

you cleared your throat. “what about you? any resolutions?”

he was quiet for a moment, then said, “just one.”

before you could ask what, gojo started counting down.

“ten! nine! eight—”

the room filled with excitement, voices overlapping, people turning to their partners. you, meanwhile, were frozen in place, heart hammering.

seven! six! five—

nanami was still watching you, expression unreadable.

four! three—

you opened your mouth, about to say something, anything—

two! one!

the room erupted into cheers, and before you could process it, nanami was leaning in, his hand brushing your waist.

oh.

your breath caught, and then—softly, gently—he kissed you.

it wasn’t dramatic. it wasn’t some grand, cinematic moment. it was just him, warm and steady, like he had been waiting for the right time.

when he pulled back, you stared at him, dazed.

“happy new year,” he murmured.

you blinked. “oh. uh. yeah. happy new year.”

nanami huffed a quiet laugh, then—so casually it nearly knocked you off your feet—brushed a thumb over your cheek before stepping away.

you stood there, absolutely wrecked, as gojo whistled somewhere in the background.

shoko sidled up beside you, smirking. “so. about him not thinking of you that way…”

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. resolution #1 was already a failure.

but honestly? maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

[captain-huggy-bear]

How does Jack ask you to be his valentine ?

Oh he's a sweetheart but also pretty conventional as well. I think he goes with your standard ideas of flowers, and chocolates, probably turning up at your door on the day itself because that's traditional and he just smirks and asks. The sort of lazy confidence in him that says he knows you're going to say yes, that it would be impossible for you to say no.

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Writing Masterlist

It's still new, this thing you have with Jack, early days as it were. Not quite boyfriend and girlfriend yet, but not just two strangers who've been on a singular date either. Talking wasn't the right term and dating was maybe closer to it, figuring out whether this was going to be something long term or just a drop in the ocean. So you didn't really expect anything from him on Valentine's day, especially not when he'd said he had a game that night and wouldn't be able to take you out in the evening like he wanted to. You'd accepted that because at the end of the day you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to the very first date with him. Hockey meant things wouldn't always go as expected, not all events would be commemorated. It also wasn't a given considering the early nature of your relationship.

It's why you're not expecting it when your front door bell rings and you're certainly not expect to look through your peephole to see Jack Hughes standing on the other side in a suit and tie holding what might be the largest bouquet of pink roses you'd ever seen. So large that they'd block out his entire head and shoulders if he held them upright.

"Jack?" You open the door to him, feeling decidedly underdressed in your casual everyday clothes when compared with Jack and his suit. The black one that he's matched with a black tie like he's going to a formal event rather than standing in front of your house on the 14th February in the cold.

"Hey..." The smile he gives you is nearly a smirk, that confidence that first drew you to him, firmly in place. His hair has grown longer at the moment, nearly reaching his shoulders, tucked behind his ears.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd be at the rink for morning skate...?"

"Already been, decided this was more important than my post practice nap." It makes you feel warm all over, the way he says that so easily, like it's a given that seeing you is more important than his routines and rituals, things you know hockey players hold dear to their hearts.

"Oh?"

"Here," He hands you the bouquet that takes up your entire arm space, larger than a toddler and smelling sweetly of rose. He'd picked the scented roses, ones that smell strongly too a little detail that you can't help but take note of. "I picked the pink ones, thought it'd be a little less cliché."

You can't help the soft smile you give him because it really is sweet and unexpected. More romantic than any of your past boyfriends had ever been and he's not even in a relationship with you yet.

"They're lovely, Jack...you really didn't have to..." You feel bad knowing you hadn't expected anything and so hadn't got anything for him.

"I wanted to. I can't exactly ask you to be my valentine without flowers now, can I, angel?" Your positive reception of the flowers has him relaxing further, a smile turning into a smirk, leaning closer to you, arm leaning against your door frame. The invasion of your personal space makes you nervous in the best sort of way, giddy.

"You want to be my valentine?" You can't actually remember the last time you were actually asked to be someone's valentine...it makes butterflies flutter about in your stomach.

"Sweetheart, who else would I ask?"

You shrug, pursing your lips as you look up at him from under your lashes, all of a sudden unsure and lacking confidence because neither of you ever said you were only seeing each other. That you were exclusive. While you certainly weren't seeing any other guys, it would make sense for someone like Jack, popular and famous, to have a whole roster of girls waiting on him. It wouldn't surprise you if he had other girls he was testing the waters with, figuring out who was the best fit.

He seems to sense that your thoughts have gone that way, or maybe he just has good timing.

"You're the only girl I'm seeing and the only one I want to see, angel...I've not gone on a date with anyone else since before our first one." He doesn't like that it's clearly shocking to you, the way you look up him like he's just given you the world. Jack thinks it should be obvious to you that he's all in, that he's completely taken with you and has been since the first date. He's only waiting to ask you to be his girlfriend because he knows you need a little more time, not because he's not ready or doesn't want to.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. Why waste my time with anyone else? They wouldn't be you." It's simply really. You're perfect for him. You're kind, you're caring, pretty and smart. You're understanding of his schedule and his moods. You get along with Luke and you treat him like Jack, just Jack. Not Jack Hughes, hockey superstar. Why waste his time on girls who fawn and giggle over his title, his status but don't really like him for him?

"Jack..."

He diffuses some of the heavy tension with his next question, not wanting to make things too serious too fast, not wanting you to feel pressure to respond in kind, "You still haven't answered my question. Will you be my valentine?"

"Yes, I'll be your valentine." You smile up at him all giddy and sweet and he wants to kiss you all over your cheeks, lift you until you're giggling uncontrollably, but he controls himself. Jack has to remind himself you're not his girlfriend yet, he's trying to take this slow, easy for you, a love confession might be a bit much 3 months in.

"Good because we have a lunch date, so go get changed into something nice." Not that you don't look nice, you always look nice, but he knows you'll feel self conscious if he takes you into a nice restaurant in casual clothes while he's in a full suit and tie.

"A lunch date?"

"Well, I can't take you out for dinner because of the game, but I figured lunch would work?" Your hesitation has Jack questioning himself, starting to second guess if this was a good idea, maybe you already had plans, "Or...you don't have to, we can stay here or...or I can go?"

"No, no! Lunch sounds...it sounds perfect."

The smile you receive is enough. It's more than enough, you think you might just do anything to be on the receiving end of that smile.

[yuu-kantokusei]

Valentine's Day❤️

First year version

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek

TW: cute, fluff, wholesome

♥️Ace Trappola

Ace isn't one for grand romantic gestures, but he also wants to make the day special in his own way. He teases you all morning, pretending to have forgotten about Valentine's Day, only to surprise you with an impromptu date at the Heartslabyul garden.

He smirks, holding out a box behind his back. "Oh? You actually thought I’d forget? How could I, when you’ve been blushing at every couple we passed today?"

Inside the box is a mix of chocolates—some gourmet, some oddly shaped—and a single playing card, the Ace of Hearts, with "Trappola’s Special Valentine" written on it.

"You better treasure that! That card’s got sentimental value, y’know." he says, grinning but looking away slightly, as if embarrassed.

Afterward, he takes you to play some games at the fair stalls set up by different dorms, winning a stuffed animal for you (after losing a few rounds first, much to his frustration). The day ends with Ace casually throwing an arm around your shoulder, laughing at how "lucky" you are to have him.

♠️Deuce Spade

Deuce spends weeks planning for Valentine’s Day, even getting advice from Trey and Riddle. On the big day, he shows up at your door, nervously shifting from foot to foot, holding a carefully wrapped box of homemade chocolates.

“I—I made these myself! Trey-senpai supervised, so they should be good. I hope…”

Inside the box, the chocolates are heart-shaped but slightly uneven, showing how hard he worked on them. There’s also a little handwritten note, written with intense concentration, saying:

"Thank you for being my precious friend. You make my days brighter. Please accept this small gift."

Afterward, he takes you for a motorcycle ride through a scenic route outside the academy, making sure you hold on tightly. At the highest point, they stop and watch the sunset together, his face turning red as he quietly mutters, "I’m really glad we met."

🐺Jack Howl

Jack isn’t one for sappy holidays, but he recognizes that Valentine’s Day is important, so he makes an effort. He finds a small but meaningful gift—a handcrafted leather bracelet with a wolf charm attached, something practical yet symbolic.

When he gives it to you, he scratches his ear, looking away. “This is… uh, something to remind you that I’ve got your back. Always.”

Instead of a traditional date, Jack takes you on a morning jog with him, where they share a quiet but peaceful time together. Later, he surprises you with a picnic under a large tree, bringing some homemade sandwiches and fruit.

As you eat happily, he watches you with a soft expression, muttering under his breath, “You should smile like that more often.”

If you tease him about it, his tail wags despite his flustered protests.

🍎Epel Felmier

Epel, despite his usual complaints about being treated as ‘cute,’ fully embraces the romance of Valentine’s Day. He invites you to a surprise horseback ride around Pomefiore’s flower fields, where he guides you gently through the scenic landscape.

At the end of the ride, he pulls out a small wooden box with a beautifully carved apple pendant inside. "I made this myself," he says proudly. "It’s apple wood from my family’s orchard. So even when you’re not with me, you’ll have a piece of my home with you."

They spend the evening watching the stars, sharing stories from their childhood. At one point, Epel, thinking you have dozed off, whispers softly, “I wish we could spend every Valentine’s like this…”

Little does he know, you heard him and smiled.

⚡️Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek insists that Valentine's Day is an insignificant human tradition, but deep down, he takes it very seriously when it involves you. He prepares a dramatic, formal speech about your “importance” in his life but keeps getting flustered halfway through.

“Ahem! I— I wish to bestow upon you a token of my— No, that’s not right! CURSES!"

Eventually, he simply hands you a carefully wrapped book—a rare edition of a famous knight’s tale. “This story… It’s about loyalty and strength. You remind me of the hero.”

Despite his usual loudness, he spends the day unusually gentle, guiding you through a serene walk near Diasomnia’s quiet gardens. By the end of the day, he clears his throat, trying to look serious.

“You—You are truly exceptional, And… I shall protect you for all eternity!” His face turns red as he abruptly storms off, embarrassed.

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — golden hours, golden hearts : chapter 026 !

you didn't talk about it.

not when you woke up this morning, still half-asleep, only to realize you were in sae's arms. not when you felt the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the way his hand had rested on your waist like it belonged there.

sae didn't say anything either. he just got up a few minutes later like nothing had happened, like it was just another morning.

so, you did the same. you acted normal. even now, as you sat in front of the mirror, smoothing out invisible creases, you pretended your mind wasn't still stuck on him.

"you're fidgeting."

you looked up to find sae watching you through the mirror, dressed in a black suit, looking effortlessly put together like always.

you pressed your hands into your lap. "i didn't think i'd be this nervous."

he stepped further into his room, shutting the door behind him. "it's just a wedding."

"it's not just a wedding," you exhaled, trying to ease the tightness in your chest. "there are so many famous people attending. people will talk. and we're..." you trailed off, gesturing vaguely between the two of you.

sae tilted his head slightly. "we don't have to do anything extra. just be how we always are."

that was the problem, isn't it? what was "normal" between him and you?

still, you nodded. "sure, whatever that is."

his gaze lingered for a second before he turned toward the door. "we should go. my parents are waiting."

-

the car ride to the venue was quiet, aside from his parents making conversation in the front seats.

rin sat in front of you, scrolling through his phone, while his girlfriend leaned into him, whispering something that makes him smile. the sight of them - so casual and so natural - made your stomach twist.

sae sat beside you, quiet, his hands resting on his lap. the space between you felt smaller than it actually was, like the weight of everything unsaid was pressing in from all sides.

you forced yourself to look out the window, watching as kyoto's streets blurred past. the closer you got to the wedding, the tighter your stomach felt.

your phone buzzed in your lap, and you glanced down to see a notification from social media. even though you hadn't posted anything yet, speculation had already started. someone must have spotted you arriving in kyoto, or maybe the guest list had been leaked.

you grip tightened slightly around your phone. you weren't new to this - attention, assumptions, headlines. but something about this situation felt different. maybe because it was fake. maybe because you didn't know how long you'd have to keep up the act. you weren't really friends wth sae.

"you're overthinking," his voice cut through your thoughts.

you turned to him, finding his gaze already on you. he wasn't looking at you with amusement or irritation - just a quiet sort of knowing.

"i'm just making sure i don't mess this up," you muttered.

"you won't." his voice was steady and dull. then, after a pause, he added, "i won't let you."

something about the way he said it made your chest feel weird, but before you could respond, the car slowed to a stop.

you barely had a second to compose yourself before rin opened the door. the soft sound of traditional music played in the background, blending with the quiet hum of conversation. the venue was stunning - wooden beams, intricate floral arrangements and warm lantern lights casting a soft glow over the arriving guests.

and, of course, the stares started immediately.

you weren't sure if it was because of who you were, or because you were standing next to sae. either way, people were watching.

sae barely reacted. he simply reached for your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, lacing his fingers through yours with quiet confidence.

you weren't sure if he did it because of the act or because he knew you needed it.

either way, you held onto his hand, steadying yourself as you stepped forward. the whispers started almost instantly. some guests were subtle, stealing quick glances before turning away. others weren't as discreet, murmuring behind champagne glasses.

so, it's true? ayako said her son has a girlfriend and i didn't believe it.

they're really dating?

i didn't think sae would ever go public with someone.

the weight of their curiosity pressed against you, but you kept your posture composed. you were used to attention, used to scrutiny - but this felt different. more personal. some of them are sae's family, after all.

he, on the other hand, didn't seem fazed at all. his grip on your hand was firm but relaxed, his expression bored as always. it was like he didn't even hear the whispers, didn't care that people were watching his every move.

you envied that about him.

his parents walked ahead, greeting distant relatives and acquaintances, while rin and his girlfriend trailed behind. at one point, you caught rin giving you a brief glance - less curious and more observant - but he said nothing, simply returning his attention to his girlfriend.

did he know about the pr stunt between his brother and you?

a staff member ushered you toward the main hall, where guests were hanging out before the ceremony. the room was filled with soft golden light, elegant floral arrangements, and the faint aroma of incense.

"you're doing fine," sae murmured beside you.

you weren't sure why those three words made your shoulders relax slightly. maybe because he said them so simply, like there was never a doubt that you would be fine.

before you could response, an older relative approached with a warm smile. "sae! it's been so long."

sae offered a polite nod. "it has."

the relative then turned to you, eyes flickering with curiosity. "and this must be..."

sae didn't hesitate. "my girlfriend."

the older woman's smile widened. "ah, so it's true what your mother said! i was wondering when sae would finally introduce someone. you're beautiful, dear."

you managed a polite smile. "thank you."

more people came to greet you, each one eager to confirm the rumors with their own eyes. it was strange. how quickly they accepted it. how seamlessly sae played his part.

at some point, his grip on your hand loosened, but he didn't let go completely. it was like he knew that if he did, you'd be left to fend off all the attention alone.

as the ceremony began, you focused on the bridge and groom, using it as a distraction from the weight of the evening. the traditional rituals, the exchange of sake cups, the quiet vows - it was beautiful, elegant, intimate.

and yet, even as you watched, you couldn't shake the awareness of sae beside you. the warmth of his hand. the way he leaned slightly closer when someone's gaze lingered on you for too long.

for now, this was enough.

even if it was just for a show.

-

as you and sae made your way through the venue, the hushed murmurs continued, growing bolder now that people had gotten over their initial surprise.

asian families.

"oh? isn't that y/n l/n, the cold supermodel?" a woman whispered, not quite low enough.

"she's even prettier in person," someone else added.

"still, i didn't think she was sae's type. she always seems so untouchable."

you kept your expression neutral, pretending not to hear. it wasn't anything new. people had always assumed things about you. your reserved nature was often mistaken for arrogance, your composure for aloofness.

sae must have heard, too, but he didn't react. instead, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just for you.

"they don't know anything," he said simply, like it was a fact.

the warmth of his words settled in your chest, but you didn't have time to dwell on it as another relative approached.

"sae, i never thought i'd see the day you'd bring a date," the man chuckled, eyeing you with interest. "and her, no less. you must be something special."

sae's grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. "yes, very special."

he said it so effortlessly, without hesitation. he made it sound so real.

the conversation moved on, and you played your part, offering polite smiles and answering the occasional question. sae never left your side, steady and unbothered, and made it easier to push past the lingering stares of his family, of the celebrities and of the camera men.

let them talk.

you are a supermodel, nobody could ever disrespect you.

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[wheels-of-despair]

Define Romantic Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Is Eddie romantic? Evil Woman ponders. Out loud. And makes Eddie squirm a little, just for fun. Contains: Lovesick losers, mildly amusing banter, a verdict. Words: 800ish

"Do you think I'm romantic?"

"Define romantic," you say without looking up from your book. This is one of the least shocking random questions Eddie Munson has ever thrown at you.

"I dunno, like… romantic."

"Yes, repeating the word really does the trick, thank you for that, Edward."

He drops his face onto the pillow and groans. You put your book aside, turn your head toward the frustrated boy lying face-down next to you in your bed, and wait for an explanation.

He flips over on his back, putting his hands behind his head, and speaks to the ceiling.

"Two chicks in third period were taking a romance quiz in some gossip rag and I was bored enough to listen."

"Ah, so we're going by Cosmo's romance standards," you surmise. He shrugs. "So like… flowers and chocolate and red rose petals on the bed?"

"Nevermind," Eddie sighs, closing his eyes. "Forget I brought it up."

"Nope." You roll over and nestle into his side like you belong there, resting your head on his chest and slinging a leg over his. "You asked, now you're gonna get it."

"Oh, God." He groans, but wraps an arm around you.

"Do you think you're romantic?"

"I don't know," he whines.

"Do you want to be?"

"Is it like… optional?"

You snort. Eddie shifts uncomfortably, and you collect your thoughts.

"I think you're romantic, but not in a traditional way. And I love that about you."

"Yes, good. Continue," he says. You laugh and proceed.

"I don't think romance means the same thing to everyone," you muse. "To me… it's not gifts that you're expected to give. Flowers and teddy bears and jewelry on Hallmark-approved holidays. It's…" You pause to take a breath and search for your words. "It's little things that make me stop and go, 'fuck, I love this guy.'"

"Like what?" Eddie asks quietly.

You think about it for a moment, and when you realize what the answer is, a smile spreads across your face.

"Like how you always 'forget' the blanket when we go to Weathertop, so I have to rely on you for warmth."

"Bold of you to assume I forget on purpose," he chuckles, giving you a slight squeeze with the arm he has around you. "What else?"

"Hmmm…" you ponder. A laugh escapes your lips. "When you ramble about Middle-earth."

"Shut up."

"I'm serious," you grin. "You get so fired up and animated, waving your hands all around and knocking stuff over. I love it."

"K, I'm just gonna go die of embarrassment now, it was kind of nice knowing you, I guess," he grumbles, trying to squirm away. You hold him tighter. He's not going anywhere.

"It's passionate," you correct him. "The way you rant and rave about something that matters to you. To me. I don't know if I'll ever fully understand the complicated world of Tolkien, but dammit, I love listening to you ramble about it."

"Really?" he asks quietly.

"Yeah!" you laugh. "You know what else stokes the fire in my loins?"

"Oh God," he groans, squirming and pulling his hair across his face and trying to hide how much he's enjoying this.

"The way your good-morning and your good-night kisses are completely different," you say quietly, kissing his jaw. He stills, and you rest your head in the crook of his neck and continue. "The way you look at me when you're on stage. The way you light cigarettes. The way you keep your fridge stocked with my favorite pop. The way it feels like we're the only two people in the world when we're alone together. The way you nuzzle your nose into my neck when it's frozen and I tell you to stop and you know I don't mean it so you don't. And those little drawings you make for me on tiny scraps of paper. You know I keep all of those?"

"You do?"

"Mhm," you hum, resting your chin on his chest to look up at his blushing face. "And I'd pick one of those over a truckload of roses or a box of boring jewelry every time. So yes, Eddie Munson, I think you're extremely romantic. In a way that's probably weird to other people, but perfect for us."

"Because we're weird," he supplies.

"Because we're weird," you confirm.

You let the words hang in the air between you for a moment, unable to break eye contact.

"So uh…" Eddie smirks, shifting beneath you. "Would now be an appropriate time for me to stroke the fire in your loins?"

You narrow your eyes. When his smirk fades and his eyes show a trace of fear, you grin.

"Ugh, fine," you groan.

He pounces.

[sunnemona]

☆hello esteemed users of Tumblr Dot Com here is my extremely disorganised indigenous (arawak tribe) dreamtale twins post as promised

☆quick note; everything i say here is Only in the context of a human au, this does not apply to regular magic skeletons (obviously lol). other than that, everything i say here somewhat ties into the storyline of my dreamtale rewrite (with the only change being that the twins are human for this post); among other headcanons featured in my rewrite, dream is transmasc and throughout this post is referred to with she / her when being talked about pre-incident. the entirety of this post is extremely self indulgent. i, myself, am also indigenous arawak. cw for allusions to colonisation & heavy discussions of racism. that is all i think

☆first and foremost - “Dream” and “Nightmare” are not the twins’ true names, they are english “names” forced onto the twins; they have True names in lokono dian (the language of the arawak tribe) following arawak naming practices. their “true” names are Hadali & Kathi, lokono words meaning “sun” & “moon” (which is also where my blog title comes from)

^ what i headcanon their full true names to be :)

☆they used their english “names” (names in parentheses because "dream" and "nightmare" are hardly names at all) in the village (as the village refused to call them by their true names), & used their true names with each other. (side note; i like to treat the village as a metaphor for colonisation in some way)

☆nightmare hated his english “name” (for obvious reasons!!) and refused to acknowledge it as something that was meant to refer to him as it hurt So much to be called Nightmare like he was repulsive - Dream disliked hers too for the simple reason that it wasn't hers and because of how the village dehumanised her (being given a “name” that wasn't hers & also wasn't a Name was the least of it, actually) but she never expressed this

☆however. However. After the apple incident. The twins both kept the “names” the village forced on them. And abandoned their true names as they began subconsciously leaning into the roles & expectations the village placed on them both. Do you hear me. Do you hear me .

☆okay quick intermission so i can discuss appearance headcanons - i think dream & nightmare (pre incident) were identical and looked like normal human children (except dream had white hair - contrasting with nightmare’s black hair - & both the twins had unnaturally coloured eyes). Nightmare was allowed to keep his hair naturally long and braid it however he pleased (the village wanted nothing to do with him, and it was easier to other him if he looked visibly other anyway) but Dream’s hair was forcibly cut by the village in an effort to force her into being “civilised” / conforming with the culture of the (white, european) village

☆post incident dream’s white hair has been changed to gold (not blonde, it's. Gold.) due to the apple he ate (he has also figured out he’s trans but that's not important here).

☆i think dream hates his gold hair - not the hair itself but the fact that the incident changed him in so many ways not just mentally (which he can attempt to ignore) but physically as well (which he can't). i love the mild horror of your body changing against your will (even in miniscule ways that really shouldn't bother you but they do)

☆also. unrelated to his discomfort with his hair, dream keeps his hair cut & partially covered (with nightmare’s hood.!!!) as a sign of mourning / loss as per tradition. he believes the True nightmare is dead (he isn't) & misses his brother very dearly.

☆nightmare on the other hand is. Like his skeleton counterpart, he is still made of Sludge LOL sorry. he has no skin. he exploded from the inside out. the Sludge hatched out of him like an egg. However, if i’d drawn him less stylised (i was lazy & in a rush sorry LOL) he’d be still very obviously indigenous from his facial features, even if made of non newtonian liquid. there isn't much to say about his physical appearance he’s thriving being Evil and Monstrous (which is in part why he purposely kept the name the village imposed upon him & abandoned his true name as he started leaning into it)

☆speaking of which - i believe both the twins suffer from internalised racism imparted onto them. Post-Incident, Nightmare puts so much emphasis on being refined and elegant and holds himself to such a high standard of dignity because of constantly being told he was uncivilised & “savage” & etc etc you get the point. internalised racism. this isn't even something he’s consciously doing, it’s so ingrained in him.

☆dream on the other hand wasn't outright violently discriminated against like this but was constantly dehumanised by the village as well as constantly told to “act civilised” and as mentioned already above forced to conform to the (white! european!!) culture of the village. nightmare, being fundamentally excluded from the village, still had some level of freedom. dream did not. He too suffers from the racism he’s internalised (which also intersects with the general pressure to be Perfect at all times the village put on him)

☆i’ll be so honest i don't know how to end this post. there is more i want to add which i May add later but i am so sleepy and my bed is so comfortable. i apologise for how disorganised all this is. the twins are indigenous In My Heart. you understand. thank you for reading. thumbs up emoji heart emoji.

[yara0546]

hey<3 can u do how dreamies would celebrate V'Day with their s/o?

Nct dream reaction | celebrating Valentine's Day together

Pairing: nct dream x reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, relationship.

Note : English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, because I sometimes use a translator in some sentences.

Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

Masterlist

Mark

Mark is the type to go all out but in the most genuine way. He'd show up at your place with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a small box of chocolates, and a nervous smile.

"Hey, uhm… Happy Valentine’s Day! I wasn’t sure what to get you, so I just… got everything?" He chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You laugh, pulling him into a hug. "Mark, this is perfect."

You both spend the evening at a cozy café, talking about everything and nothing, his fingers occasionally brushing against yours as he shyly reaches for your hand.

Renjun

Renjun would pretend he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day but still ends up planning something meaningful. He surprises you with a painting he made one that captures a beautiful moment you shared.

"I mean, it’s not a big deal or anything… but I thought you might like it," he says, avoiding eye contact as he hands it to you.

Your eyes widen. "Renjun, this is amazing! You remembered that day?"

He smirks, crossing his arms. "Of course, I did. I remember everything about you."

You melt on the spot.

Jeno

Jeno doesn’t say much, but his actions scream love. He picks you up on his motorcycle, handing you a helmet. "Come with me. I have a surprise."

He takes you to a quiet hilltop overlooking the city, where he’s set up a small picnic. You sit beside him, leaning into his warmth as he gently intertwines his fingers with yours.

"I’m not great with words, but… I just want you to know that you’re really special to me," he says softly.

You smile, squeezing his hand. "I know, Jeno. I feel the same way."

Haechan

Haechan would tease you all day, pretending he forgot about Valentine's. He acts completely normal, making you pout.

"Wait, today’s special? Why? Your birthday isn’t until…" he trails off, grinning as you glare at him.

But later, he surprises you with a candlelit dinner he prepared himself. As you take a bite, he watches you expectantly.

"I might have burned the first batch, but this one’s good, right?"

You giggle. "It’s perfect, Hyuck."

"Just like us," he winks, making you roll your eyes but blush anyway.

Jaemin

Jaemin is all about affection, so expect a day full of cuddles, sweet whispers, and small surprises. He appears at your door with a giant teddy bear.

"So, this is my stand in when I’m not around," he jokes, hugging you tightly.

He takes you to an amusement park, where he wins you a bunch of prizes. At the Ferris wheel's highest point, he looks at you with that signature soft gaze.

"You know… I think I love you."

Your breath catches, and you whisper back, "I think I love you too."

He grins, pulling you closer.

Chenle

Chenle would turn Valentine’s Day into something fun. Instead of a traditional date, he surprises you with an arcade challenge.

"If I win more tickets, you owe me boba!" he declares.

You playfully nudge him. "And if I win?"

He smirks. "Then I’ll buy you whatever you want."

After a day of laughter, he hands you a bracelet. "I saw this and thought it’d look good on you."

You smile, slipping it on. "Thank you, Chenle."

"Anything for my favorite person," he winks.

Jisung

Jisung would be super nervous but determined to make the day special. He’d shyly hand you a heart-shaped box.

"I… I made these chocolates. I hope they’re okay."

You take a bite and smile. "Jisung, these are delicious!"

His ears turn red. "Really? I was so scared you wouldn’t like them."

You giggle, hugging him. "You’re adorable."

He buries his face in his hands. "Stop, you’re making me more nervous!"

But deep down, he’s happy you loved his gift.

[cayleeuhithinknott]

valentine’s day with toxic!skater!chris.

heart divider: @bernardsbendystraws

pairing: toxic!skater!chris & toxic!skater!reader

valentine’s day is stupid.

at least, that’s what you and chris always say. every year, without fail, the two of you laugh at the couples walking around holding hands, at the overpriced chocolates and the dumb, cheesy decorations littering every store.

“hallmark holiday,” chris always scoffs.

“brain rot,” you’d always add, rolling your eyes.

but here you are, standing in the middle of chris’s bedroom, watching as he digs through his drawers for a lighter. you glance down at your bag, and you can’t ignore the red lingerie you’d stuffed into it.

you tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything.

you and chris aren’t together. you fight like enemies, skate like rivals, and fuck like it’s a game neither of you want to lose.

but still, you dressed up for him. still, you bought the stupid little lace set. still, your heart skips a beat when he turns to you, smirking like he already knows what’s on your mind.

“y’look nervous, nova.” he flicks the lighter once, twice, until the flame catches. “change of heart about our anti-valentine’s day tradition?”

you scoff. “not a chance.”

he steps closer, cigarette hanging from his lips, eyes locked on yours. you can feel the heat rolling off of him, the scent of cologne and smoke and something undeniably chris.

he watches you in that slow, lazy way he always does, like he’s studying you, pulling apart every little detail and thought you don’t even realize you have. you hate that he can do that. hate that he can just look at you and know exactly how this is going to go before you even do.

“good,” he murmurs, exhaling a slow drag of smoke. “because i’d hate to think you’re getting soft on me.”

your jaw clenches. “never.”

his smirk widens. “prove it.”

and that’s the thing about you and chris. you’re always proving something. always pushing each other just a little too far, teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something that neither of you are willing to name.

so you step closer. take the cigarette from his fingers, not breaking eye contact as you bring it to your lips, inhaling slow and deep. the burn feels good. familiar. the feeling intoxicating in a way that really has nothing to do with the cigarette.

when you exhale, you do it deliberately, letting the smoke curl between the two of you, letting it drag out the moment.

chris doesn’t move, but you can feel the shift, the way the air thickens between you.

his eyes drop to your mouth. linger.

you smile, slow and knowing. “happy fucking valentine’s day, chris.”

his laugh is low and dark. “now that’s more like it.”

and then he’s got his fingers curled around your jaw, tilting your face up just enough to kiss you—hard, like he’s trying to steal the breath right from your lungs.

it’s all teeth and desperation, a battle of who can push further, who can make the other break first. because that’s all you and chris ever do—push, push, push.

his hands are rough when they grip your waist, pulling you against him, and your head spins from more than just the cigarette.

you could stop this.

you could pull away, say something snarky, leave him hanging like you have a hundred times before.

but you don’t. because the thing is, you love this. love the way he ruins you, love the way you ruin him right back. love that, for all the fights and the games and the pretending—this is the only time you’re really honest with each other.

so you let him kiss you like he owns you, let yourself melt into it, let the heat drown out every thought except more, more, more.

because love’s a losing game. and you and chris?

you’ve already lost.

a/n: wonderful kickoff to my valentine’s special am i right…😃

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[maxdibert]

They butchered all female characters and it's true, but people can simply don't like Sansa's chapters or don't enjoy her character because she's classist. She thinks bastards are beneath her in earlier chapters and in Alyanne. She's disgusted by Arya spending time with Butcher boy and other peasants because they're beneath her.

I'm not saying she's s bad person or the worst one or that we should blame her for being passive while being hostage. She's a kid, she's s victim, she can still have a positive change. but I'm reminding that saying people are misogynist because they don't like her is a reach. And it's not that people hate her, they just point out things she did or thought about in canon and her fans scream "you hate her! You hate women!" No. It's okay to not like a character, you can point out their flaws, it doesn't make you a mysoginist.

Oh, trust me, the issue isn’t that people simply don’t like Sansa—it’s why they don’t like her and the patterns that emerge when you look at how traditionally feminine female characters are treated in fandom discourse.

See, I don’t care if someone criticizes Sansa for her classism. That’s a valid discussion. I don’t care if someone dislikes her personality. Not every character is for everyone. But let’s not pretend that the dominant criticism Sansa gets in fandom spaces has ever been about her early prejudices. No one’s out here writing essays about how Sansa Stark needs to deconstruct her internalized feudal biases. What do we see instead?

“Sansa is useless.” “She’s weak.” “She’s stupid.” “She just stands there and does nothing while other people suffer.” “She should have done something.”

And that’s where misogyny enters the chat.

Because when you actually break these takes down, what they boil down to is that people resent Sansa for not being proactive in the way that they think a strong female character should be. She’s written as a character whose resilience is passive rather than active, who survives through adaptability rather than aggression, and fandom hates that. This is a known trend in media reception.

Feminist film and literature studies have examined this bias for decades. De Beauvoir discusses how femininity is traditionally coded as passive, and because of that, it is devalued in comparison to traditionally masculine-coded traits like physical strength, direct confrontation, and assertiveness. Susan Faludi discusses how women who embody traditional femininity often face more ridicule than those who adopt “strong” or “unconventional” roles. And the male gaze, as theorized by Laura Mulvey, conditions audiences to respond more favorably to female characters who are active participants in traditionally masculine-coded spaces—combat, strategy, direct rebellion—while dismissing those who navigate systems through softer, less immediately visible means.

Sansa fits this mold perfectly. She does not fight with a sword, she does not make grand speeches, she does not take direct violent action, so fandom deems her “useless.” But here’s the catch—this standard is not applied equally.

Think about how Tyrion is treated for his ability to navigate the political landscape through words rather than force. Is he called “useless” for not picking up a sword and charging into battle? No—because intellect and political maneuvering, even when nonviolent, are still considered active and thus valuable in a way that Sansa’s more passive survival is not.

Now, compare Sansa’s treatment to Arya’s. Arya is beloved in fandom spaces, and yes, she has her own set of haters, but notice how different the tone of that criticism is. Arya is rarely called “useless.” She is rarely ridiculed for being afraid. She is allowed to be traumatized, to make mistakes, to be messy and complicated in ways that Sansa is not—because Arya performs a more masculine-coded form of resilience. She fights, she kills, she runs, she rebels.

And just to be clear, none of this means that Arya’s arc is bad or that her popularity is undeserved. The problem isn’t that Arya is liked—it’s that traditionally feminine resilience is not. The issue is that Sansa is not disliked because of her flaws in isolation, but because those flaws reinforce her femininity, and femininity is what people are actually responding negatively to.

This is why calling Sansa hate misogynistic is not a reach. It’s not about saying that everyone has to like her. It’s about looking at the larger pattern of why she is dismissed, why she is mocked, and why so many people cannot accept a female character whose form of strength does not align with masculine-coded ideals.

So no, I’m not saying that every single person who dislikes Sansa is a raging misogynist. But I am saying that if your criticism boils down to “she’s useless, she’s weak, she’s stupid,” you should probably examine why those specific critiques keep coming up for female characters who embody traditional femininity. Because it’s not a coincidence.

[wanderingblindly]

oooooooooh omg Paranormal Investigaytion but oscar actually is a vampire (in whatever interpretation you want lol) for the celebratory prompts?? that fic is so funny to me, i love it 🧛💛

it's so funny that you should ask this, because when I originally wrote paranormal investigaytion, I heavily considered making oscar a vampire for real hahahhha. It wasn't until the very end that I made the final call, so here's that scene from a new angle <33 Celebratory prompt list here!

Paranormal Investigaytion: VampOsc Version

He can't wait anymore. Loudly and without a hint of tact, Lando nearly explodes, "You can bite me if you want to!"

Oscar's eyes blow wide. The silence in the wake of Lando's exclamation is nearly deafening, filled only with his racing pulse.

Finally, Oscar manages to string together a few sounds. "I can… what?"

"What you were gonna say, that you're, you know. You can bite me."

Oscar blinks at him, mouth agape. "What… I was – I was here to say…?"

Simultaneously:

"That you're a vampire."

"That I like you."

Simultaneously again:

"What?"

"How?"

Lando stares at Oscar blankly, brain unable to decide which of this realizations was more important: Oscar likes him. He was right. But Oscar likes him, that's – but he's a vampire, it's –

"So you did magic me to get in the door," Lando accuses, pointing his finger like a lame TV detective, breaking down the expert crime.

Oscar looks like he's going to be sick. "I would never – why would you –" He stutters, trying to shove his hands in his pockets and failing, stuck on the knuckles. "Can we, um. What I said, I think that's kind of… important."

"And the vampire thing isn't?" Lando's voice is too loud; Oscar flinches.

"I mean, it is, but –"

"You can still bite me, I meant that."

"I'm not gonna bite you, Jesus, mate. I just –"

"But you like me, don't you?"

"Oh, so now you wanna talk about it?" Oscar finally gets his fingers unstuck, shoving them deep in his pockets, shoulders raised – defensive. His face is hard to read, a complicated storm of emotions that Lando's pretty sure he's never seen before. Stressed ranking high on the list.

It makes Lando's energy come crashing down, nearly manic victory turning into something softer, more gentle. He mumbles, more to himself than anything, "Oh."

"Oh." Oscar repeats, looking at Lando with that carefully impassive face.

Maybe Oscar liking him was another bit of evidence, the final piece to the puzzle. Because if Oscar likes him, and he's the one that keeps thinking about – fantasizing about – Oscar biting him maybe that means…

Lando's eyes blow wide.

"Do I like you?"

"Um." Oscar blinks, stunned. "Hopefully?"

"Oh my god," It dawns on him slowly, so slowly that he'd be embarrassed if it was anyone other than Oscar. "Oh my god, I do."

"You do?"

"I do!" Lando giggles, the rush of finally figuring it out tingling down to the tips of his fingers. In an instant, he's closed in on Oscar's space, throwing his arms around his neck and tugging them close – breathing him in. "I like you, idiot."

"I'm the idiot?" Oscar unthaws at his touch, shoulders relaxing, hands slowly leaving his pockets to cautiously wrap around Lando's waist.

"Well I'm the one that figured out the vampire thing, so." Lando smiles into his neck. "Why're you, like, warm? Not very dead of you."

"That's your first question?"

Lando hums, considering. "No, I've got a better one." He leans back in Oscar's arms, just enough to face him – nearly nose to nose. "Can you bite me?"

Oscar huffs out a laugh, his breath intoxicatingly… vampiric. Or something. Lando will ask about that later. But his eyes crinkle, beautiful and warm and so, so close to Lando's that he just wants to – "How about a kiss first?"

"Bit traditional," Lando pretends to wrinkle his nose, stomach aflutter at the way Oscar said it – voice quiet and low, just for him.

"Is that a –"

Lando cuts him off, tightening his grip on Oscar's neck and closing the space between them – pressing their lips together softly, answering his question without words. And maybe, maybe if he slides his tongue into Oscar's mouth just right, he'll find his fangs.

No one said a kiss and a bite had to be two separate things, right?

[luna-eclipse2000]

Your first Valentine’s Day with AOT boys + Hanji

Ft. Eren, Armin, Jean, Marco, Connie, Levi, Hanji

Notes: Connie’s is suggestive so MDNI, no pronouns used for reader

Eren

- He’s never been a fan of Valentine’s Day

- He just never saw the point

- But that’s not to say he hated the idea of buying a future partner some flowers and chocolates

- In fact, he would find himself day dreaming about seeing his partner smiling as they gaze upon the gifts he bought them

- And since he and Jean both got into relationships before Valentine’s Day, he knew he had to go above in beyond

- Not just because you deserve it, but because he wanted to stick it to that horse-faced bastard

You’re out with your friends for brunch, a Valentines tradition you’ve had for years because none of you had boyfriends before. All of you are taken now but that doesn’t stop you three from meeting up. Just as your food comes, your phone rings with Eren’s tone. “Sorry, give me a second.” You apologize before pulling out your phone to read the text.

Bird boy: Come to my place when you’re done with your friends. I got something to show you ;)

You know your friends will tease and press you to get more information just to see you get flustered, so you put your phone away and pretend it was nothing. But of course you’re now eager to get over to Eren’s place to see what he has in store.

Most people who send winking emoji’s mean it only to imply something sexual, but he does it to hint at something exciting. A surprise. Not to say he doesn’t mean it in the traditional sense, too. You’re also expecting him to do something big because of his rivalry with Jean.

However you’re not prepared for what you see when you walk into his apartment. There’s petals scattering the floor, unlit candles hang from the ceiling, pink and red ribbon hang along the top of the walls, an overly large teddy bear sits against the wall where the balcony is, and Eren stands in the centre of it all wearing a red velvet suit with black lining. “Eren Jaeger, what did you do?” You question with a smile, hands placed on your hips.

“Giving you the best damn Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had.” He answers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He then walks up to you with a heart shaped box in his hand. “Chocolate?”

“I’ll never say no to Lindor.” You answer and take out one of the wrapped chocolates. “Do you like it?” Eren asks. “You certainly exceeded every expectation.” You tell him. “I was going to light the candles but Armin told me the flames would burn the fishing wire and start a fire.” Eren admits. “And while that is the perfect way to describe my love for you, I don’t think the building manager would get it. Or care.”

You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder for a brief moment before looking at him again. “You can be so cheesy, you know that?”

“As long as you’re happy, I don’t care how cheesy I get.” He says before pressing his lips to yours. “Now go pose with the bear. I need to brag to Jean.”

Armin

- This boy does his homework when it comes to holidays

- He finds out what you like and what you don’t so everything will be perfect

- He writes a step-by-step plan for before, during, and after your first Valentine’s with him

- But when you meet him at the restaurant

- He forgets the entire plan

- Not a shred of it remains in his head

- And he becomes the shy, flustered, awkward Armin we all know and adore

You fiddle with your clothes as you walk up to the restaurant Armin suggested for Valentine’s. He had to take his grandfather to an appointment so he profusely apologized for not being able to pick you up himself, but promised thar he’d make up for it. This restaurant is usually pretty booked up in advance, especially for holidays, however he said he knew the owner so he and his friends get tables pretty much whenever they want.

“Hi there.” The hostess greets as you walk up to the stand. “Name for the reservation?”

“Uh, it should be under Armin Arlert.” You tell her. “I don’t think he’s here yet.”

“No, it doesn’t look like anyone’s been seated at your table.” She says after tapping on the tablet in front of her. “I can take you back now if you’d like, or you can wait for him up here.”

“I’ll wait for him, thank you.” You say and then stand off to the side. You look around at the restaurant since this is your first time stepping foot inside. It’s certainly very fancy and the food must cost a fortune. “They probably offer rich shit like calamari and the Grey Stuff from Beauty and the Beast.” You think to yourself.

The tables all have ivory tablecloths with gold details around the edges. You can even see a wine room closer to where the kitchen is. Each table has a rose in a vase in the centre of the table. Your gaze then falls onto all the couples in the dining room. Everyone is dressed to the nines, wearing obviously designer clothing and expensive jewelry. This causes you to feel a bit insecure and wonder if you should’ve dressed up a bit more.

Your clothing isn’t designer, but it still cost a pretty penny. You’re sure that if you bought your clothes with any of these people’s cards, they wouldn’t even notice the charge.

The bell rings behind you, signalling that someone has come in. You turn around and see Armin walk in carrying a bouquet of red, pink and white roses, and a red gift bag clutched in his right hand. “Armin.” You address your new boyfriend.

He turns to face you with a confident smile on his face but then he goes slightly slack jawed, a deep red blush spreading across his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. “I- Um- You- Uh, wow.” He clears his throat and looks away.

“Hey, are you ok?” You ask, reaching out and touching his cheek. “Yeah, you just… You look stunning.” He says, still not looking at you.

“Aw, thank you.” You say sweetly. “I was starting to think I stood out like a sore thumb.”

His head whips forward with what seems to be a mixture of confusion and fear in his eyes. “No! Not at all! You’re easily the best-looking here.” He then remembers the gifts in his hands. “Oh! These are for you.”

You chuckle at his awkwardness and take the items from him. “You’re so cute. You didn’t have to get me anything, you know.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I make things weird?” He asks nervously. “No, absolutely not.” You assure him. A look of relief washes over his still-red features. “I’m just saying it’s sweet that you wanted to spend your money on me.”

“Of course. It’s my job to spoil you.” He says, tucking his hands into his pockets. You’re extremely grateful that he even got you flowers let alone something that won’t die in a few weeks, but you start feeling guilty about not getting him anything. You didn’t think you were at the gift-giving stage yet.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get anything for you.” You apologize. “I don’t need anything, sweetie.” Armin tells you. “All I want is for you to have fun.”

You smile at him, feeling better but you’re still not 100% satisfied. So you take a step forward and press a soft kiss to his mouth. “Does that suffice?”

He doesn’t answer because he’s focusing all his energy on not passing out right then and there. When he finally does speak, it’s more of an incoherent babble than a proper sentence. You let out another laugh at his shyness.

“Oh, I see your date is here.” The hostess says as she walks back to her stand. “If you two want to follow me, I’ll show you to your table.”

You gently put the flowers into the bag and take his hand in yours as you follow her to the back of the restaurant. Armin is about 99% sure he just died and went to heaven.

Jean

- We all know that Jean is a hopeless romantic

- So you can bet that he’s been planning Valentine’s Day for a while

- Even before he got into a relationship, he would dream about what he’d do, where he’d take his partner, and what gifts he’d buy

- 100% gets his mother flowers and something else she likes

- Remember that trend about getting a bouquet of 100 roses?

- Yeah, he sees that as a challenge

- So you best believe this man has bought you a bouquet of 200 roses (or your favourite flower)

- You can barely grip the base it’s so big

- (Get your minds out of the gutter, ya nasty)

It’s been a long day at work and you just can’t wait to get home and see Jean. You just got promoted so it’s been pretty hectic trying to get used to the new change, and it doesn’t help that your new boss hasn’t warmed up to you yet.

You trudge up the pathway to your house and quickly open up the door. “Jean! I’m home!” You call out, tiredness dripping from your voice. You didn’t realize when you walked up to your house that all the lights were out. You were far too busy thanking the universe that the day was done. But now as you kick off your shoes, you realize that you can barely see anything. “Jean?”

You look towards the living room and see some candles sitting on the adjacent dining room table. You arch your brow in curiosity as you walk towards the candles. “Jean?” You call out again. The table has a red runner going down the middle with the fine china plates from your wedding sitting at each end.

You two only bring those plates out for special occasions because they’ve been passed down as wedding gifts in his family since his Great Grandmother’s wedding. Soft music starts to play, the kind that’s in those romantic movies when the male leads sees the female lead in a pretty dress for the first time. You see Jean walk out from the kitchen holding the largest bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen. He literally needs two hands to hold it.

“Hello, my love.” He says, needing to peer around the flowers to see you properly. It also doesn’t help that the bouquet is wrapped in red paper with white lace as an accent.

You laugh at the comically large flowers. “Jean, what on earth is going on?”

“Oh, I saw a trend of people getting 100 roses for Valentine’s Day and knew that you deserved better than that.” Jean answers and then hands you the bouquet. “I can’t even seen you!” You say through your laughter. “But it’s very sweet of you. Thank you, Jean.”

“You’re very welcome.” Jean says. You take a moment to smell the flowers before lying them down in the centre of the table. “Now sit down. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“What is all this?” You ask, gesturing to the table. “Did you do something and need to apologize before I find out?”

“What? Of course not! Well, not this time at least.” He says. “You’ve been working so hard these past few weeks. You needed something to make you smile and I figured that Valentine’s was the perfect time. Besides, this is our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple, of course I had to go all out.”

Your smile drops. “Ah, shit. Is that today?” He nods his head. “Ok, give me one second!” You turn and run towards the stairs.

“Hey, where’re you going?” He calls after you. “I’ll be right back! Give me thirty seconds!” You say while running up the stairs as fast as you can without tripping. You rush into the guest bedroom and open up the second drawer of the bedside table. You then move some old cards out of the way and grab the leather box you hid in here last month.

“That was longer than thirty seconds.” Jean jokes as you walk back into the dining room. “Well, excuse me, Mr. Time-Keeper.” You respond before holding out the box. “Here. I didn’t totally forget.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything, love.” Jean says softly as he takes the box from you. “You give me gifts every time you see something you think I’d like. Of course I had to get you something.” You say.

He opens up the box and gasps softly as he sees an antique watch. You two passed by a little shop while walking to your friend’s house and he couldn’t help but gawk at it. So you went back the next day and immediately bought it for him, not even looking at the price tag. He looks up at you with adoration in his eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome.” You respond. He places the watch down on the table before pulling you into him, placing a kiss on your lips. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer as the kiss deepens. He moves his hands to your waist and squeezes softly, showing you how much he’s enjoying this moment.

But the next second, the timer goes off on the oven, forcing you two to separate. “Guess we’ll have to finish that later.” Jean says with a smirk on his face.

Marco

- We all know this guy is a sweetheart

- He doesn’t plan anything extravagant, but it’s still amazing

- Adorable would probably be the best word to describe what he does

- He doesn’t do anything cheesy so don’t expect a stuffed animal holding a heart that says “I love you bear-y much”

- Unless you specifically say you want one

- But if you like plushies, you’re definitely getting one

- His gifts are simple: A small bouquet of flowers, maybe some chocolates or candy if you like them, and something else if he feels you’ll really like it

You sit in your dorm room, anxiously waiting for Marco to pop by after work for a movie night. You bought one of those projectors that connects to your computer so you don’t have to crowd around the small screen. Not that you’re not planning on squishing as close to this angel of a human as much as you physically can.

You already have the snacks set up: some cookies, gummy worms, those heart shaped candies and a bucket of popcorn with pink, brown and red chocolates. The second you hear his signature knock, you’re bolting to the door and throwing it open.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.” He greets you as he holds a single rose in front of him. “Aw, thank you.” You say as you take the flower. “Come on in, everything’s set up. We just need to pick a movie.”

You lead him inside your room and take a seat on your bed. You made sure that your roommate wouldn’t be home for a while so you’re using their bunk as the screen for your movie. You’ve trapped one end of a white sheet underneath their bed so you have a flat surface to project the film onto.

“I also have this for you.” Marco says as he holds out a gift bag. It’s a simple Valentine’s-themed bag with a bunch of red and pink hearts on it. “You’re too sweet.” You coo as you take the bag from him. You remove the tissue paper and light up as you see a little dinosaur plush sitting on top of a brown book. You take that out first, placing it on your lap, before grabbing the book.

“What’s this?” You ask curiously, rubbing your hand over the faux-leather surface. “Open it!” He urges. You can see the excitement in his face so you open the book up and gasp as you see what’s inside.

It’s a photo album of moments you two have shared before you were together, and moments from dates. As you flip a few pages, you see candid shots of yourself that you don’t remember him taking. “When did you take these?”

“Whenever I had a chance.” He answers honestly. “I hope you don’t mind. You just looked so great that I needed to take a picture of you.”

“Of course I don’t mind. This is the sweetest gift anyone has ever got me.” You say. He smiles wide and leans down to capture your lips with his. “Now what movie do you want to watch?” He asks.

“Titanic.” You answer simply. “Ah, a classic. Excellent choice.” He says as he sits beside you.

Connie

- The only vibes during this day are comedic

- If you’re expecting this man to be super sappy and give you heart eyes, you’re dead wrong

- He gives you valentines

- Like the kind with cheesy puns that kids give their friends in elementary school

- But also expect his own homemade valentines

- And those make you just about piss yourself with laughter

You get home from work and prepare to get ready for your date with Connie tonight. But before you can take off your shoes, you see a small piece of paper with a picture of Spongebob on it and a heart-shaped lollipop taped to it. You bend down and grab the paper and read what it says.

Be my Valentine!

You laugh, wondering why it was on the ground. Then you see another a few inches away. This one has a piece of bread on it with another lollipop taped to the side. It says: Be the peanut butter to my jelly.

You laugh again and then realize that there’s a trail of little Valentines leading down the hall to the bedroom. Of course you follow without question. One says: You make my tail wag, while another says: You make my heart go doki-doki. Then you pick up one that nearly makes you fall to your knees from laughing so hard.

It’s a photo of Connie from when he ate a ghost pepper. It was a dare from Jean that he wouldn’t eat one whole. So he immediately ate the pepper and instantly regretted it. He’s chugging milk, it dribbles down his chin, and his eyes are red. Tears stream down his cheeks and under his nose is wet from it running. Printed beside the photo in Comic Sans are the words: You’re hotter than the pepper was (Trust me. It was spicy)

You find quite a few more Connie-made cards until you reach your bedroom door. It’s closed over until there’s just a crack so you push it open and just about piss your pants laughing at what you see.

On your bed is Connie, surrounded by rose petals and those stupid candy hearts with corny sayings. But that’s obviously not enough to make you laugh so hard your stomach hurts.

He clutches a rose in his mouth like a dancer and wears a pair of candy underwear. Yes, the kind thats a bra and pantie set. He’s lying on his side, propped up by his elbow and his other arm resting on his side. “Hola, mi amore.” He greets, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. You laugh even harder, needing to lean on the doorway to keep yourself up. He can’t even roll his Rs because of the flower in his mouth.

“When I gave you a key, I wasn’t expecting this.” You say once you catch your breath. “But goddamn. I haven’t laughed this much in years.”

“Glad to be of service.” Connie says as he removes the rose from his mouth. “Now paint me like one of your french girls.”

And you start laughing again.

Levi

- Hates Valentine’s Day

- He finds the red, pink and white decorations an eyesore

- He just doesn’t get the point of having a holiday dedicated to showing someone you love them

- If you love them, show them every day. Why do you need a holiday to do that?

- Knows that it’s just a marketing ploy made by companies to sell more products

- But when you two pass by a store with a Valentine’s display, he sees your eyes light up and knows he has to do something

You know that Levi’s waiting for you in your apartment, you told him to let himself in using the spare key. “Levi! I’m home!” You call out as you kick your shoes off. You can see his sitting neatly beside the front door, but you don’t bother to put yours beside his. “In here.” His voice answers from the kitchen.

You walk in and see some of your favourite flowers sitting in a vase with a red ribbon wrapped around the glass. You then see Levi putting some cookies on a plate. “Levi, what are you doing?” You ask, walking closer to him. “You hate Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, that’s why I didn’t buy any of that cheap shit from the store.” Levi agrees before turning to face you with the plate of cookies. You’re even more surprised to see that they’re sugar cookies. They don’t look perfect, but that doesn’t matter. “You better like these damn cookies. Had to watch five videos before someone explained how to cream butter in ways I understood. Seriously, would a fucking baker need to look these things up? People need to simplify shit more often.”

You can tell he’s rambling because he’s a bit flustered, although neither of you will say it. The tips of his ears are scarlet so that’s also a dead giveaway. “You didn’t have to do this.” You say, the gratitude evident in your tone. “Of course I did.” He argues, crossing his arms across his chest. “You seem to love this day and you do so much for me. It was obvious I had to do something.”

“You’ll never admit it, but you’re sweet.” You say before placing a kiss to his cheek. He grumbles, but you know it’s not because he’s pissed. He just can’t express positive emotions well. “Just know we’re not going out to a restaurant for dinner.” He tells you. “Those places hike up their prices because they know desperate couples will try anything to save their failing relationship.”

“You’re such a romantic, you know?” You say sarcastically. “So I’ve been told.” He responds. “Now go sit down. I made your favourite.”

Hanji

- We all know that modern Hanji is a science teacher

- So when your first Valentine’s together falls on a school day, you’re fairly disappointed knowing they do a lot of hands-on work that takes forever to clean up properly

- They feel horrible and send you a bunch of flowers to your workplace to make up for it

- But of course they have a plan for the actual day

- They’re nothing if not determined and stubborn

- If it’s a good Valentine’s you want, then a great Valentine’s you’ll get

You’re sitting at your desk, scowling at your coworkers as they talk about what their husbands and wives are doing for Valentine’s Day once they get off of work. You know Hanji doesn’t have a choice but to stay late after school finishes because they insist on not having their students sit at desks for an hour, reading over pointless worksheets none of them will remember the second the bell rings.

The janitor refuses to touch their classroom because it’s always a surprise as to what lesson Hanji Zoë jazzes up that day. You hear your phone bing from your bag so you pull it out to see a message from them.

Han Solo: Meet me in my classroom once you’re done work. I have something to show you!

You don’t know if you should be excited or terrified. But nevertheless, you’re intrigued and the day seems to go by slower from there. Once the clock strikes five, you pack up faster than you ever have before and practically run to your car. You know the code to get into the school since you’ve had to come drag them away from their desk more than once.

“Hanji?” You say as you enter the classroom. “Hello, my favourite person on the planet!” Hanji responds enthusiastically. “Come in, come in!”

“Why did you want me to meet you here?” You ask as you walk up to them. “And why is it so dark in here?”

“My last class helped me make something for you.” Hanji says, taking your hand in theirs after fumbling around for it. “Look at the desks.”

You face forward and then a second later, the desks light up. On each one sits a light board in the shape of a different letter to spell out “Happy Valentine’s”.

“Hanji… How did you do this?” You ask in amazement. “Well I figured they were learning how electricity works, so they could help make me this.” Hanji says. “They were more than happy once they got all their teasing out of the way.”

“But… Why’d you have to stay late if they weren’t using any chemicals?” You ask in confusion. “I love my students, babe. But they can be dumb as a stump sometimes.” Hanji explains. “Some of the currents were too strong while others were too weak. So I had to do some tinkering.”

“Thank you.” You say as you turn to them. Their face glows in the light from the desks so you can clearly see their adoring face. “You’re more than welcome.” They respond before kissing you.

[silusvesuius]

i legit love when a character's gender is so integral to their personality (and perception obviously.) like so concrete that if genderbent their whole shtick would just be absolute dookie. anyways i'm just writing this text so i can talk in the tags (My beautiful safe haven)

this 14 minute song is soooooooooooo FYRE

[the-casbah-way]

i found loads of pictures of my uncle i am going 2 cry

[ghoulishtomato]

Hilarious how lots of conservatives think resistance against change is actual resistance and not just them clinging to the status quo.