#if I see ONE MORE PERSON saying ‘oh but the valentines’s day post-‘ again I’m gonna mcfucking Kill someone

[hairstevington]

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

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

Word Count: 1.3K

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

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

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

That's probably why Eddie started doing it.

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

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

"Blue. But her eyes are green."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hell yeah it is, Eddie thought to himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh.

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

"Do you wanna be my Valentine, Munson?"

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[diodellet]

💘dio's mini-valentine's day event!!!💘

Confessing your love is hard and spelling out your feelings is harder. Worry not, lovestruck reader, at least there are a myriad of other ways to show your affection!

Rules💌

I’ll be taking requests through my askbox. I’ll accept a maximum of 15 asks, please monitor this post’s notes to see how many slots are left.

You don’t need to be a follower to join, but at least be 17+

One request per person, I’d like everyone to have a fair chance to send something in. (Requests sent by mutuals will still be included in the case if I reach the maximum number of asks!)

Up to 3 characters can be included in a request, each drabble will be up to 200-300 words.

In terms of rating, I will default to Teen and Up Audiences. I won’t go full-on NSFW, but if the requester wants a bit of spice, I will only go up to Mature (in AO3 terms, references to the deed but not explicit depiction).

If requesters want, they can also specify the reader’s gender and pronouns in the ask++give some descriptors. Otherwise, I will default to gender-neutral readers and little to no descriptions of their physical characteristics.

(^^In relation to this rule, I won’t accept overly-detailed reader characters, OCs, or character name!reader i.e. Shimizu Kiyoko!Reader.)

Please be kind and patient, I’m not the fastest writer, but nobody appreciates being rushed++spammed to speed up on the requests.

With that out of the way, the fandom and prompt list can be found under the cut!

Fandoms💌

Obey Me (Demon brothers and the side characters, except for Luke) 

Genshin Impact (Everyone except characters who use the chibi model)

Twisted Wonderland (NRC students only, except Ortho and Grim)

Prompts💌

“It feels… good to be around you.”

Their thumb stroking the back of your knuckles.

Seeing them in your dreams, being too flustered to face them in real life.

“I’ll never be this happy again.” (x)

“...Why did I have to fall for someone like you?” “Hm? Did you say something?” “No—I didn’t say anything!”

“We can take it slowly. I’ve got you, alright?”

Opening their arms for a hug upon seeing how exhausted you are.

Sharing a room and doing different things in companionable silence.

“When I am with you I am real.” (x)

Talking with them for hours about anything and everything, not even feeling the time pass.

“Dude, you’re so red.”

Sharing playful banter and inside jokes, but everyone thinks you hate each other.

“If soulmates do exist, they’re not found, they’re made.” (x)

Spending five more minutes together in bed before getting up.

Ranting about how insufferable they are, but your friend thinks knows otherwise. (Bonus points if the subject of your conversation overhears Everything)

“Hey, I got you these.” “Oh, thanks! What’s the special occasion?”

Placing sticky notes with little messages on their belongings.

Making you laugh so hard your stomach hurts

“Is it weird that I already miss you?”

“They say we are asleep until we fall in love.” (x)

credits to: The Great Comet, 36 Questions, and The Good Place for the lyric/quote prompts

[cupcakerias]

roy for the list thingy pretty pls!!!! (ur super cool btw >:3)

AWWWW THANK YOU i’m glad you think this blog is cool 🥹 it’s my favorite blog of mine i’m really proud of it… i don’t wanna waste time being sappy tho soooooo

roy🍕

fave thing about them: oh my god i like everything about roy lol. i admire roy so much. his personality is hilarious. like he’s a coward and apathetic at the same time. it’s so relatable. a lot of people may think that’s a total contradiction but if you’re a true #sufferer you’ll get it. also when he gets super pissed at willow/james for rear-ending his car it’s so funny. i think roy should be allowed to be an asshole sometimes he deserves it. also he’s the only chef who doesn’t smile at the beginning of the day in the original pizzeria THAT’S SO DAMN FUNNY but he’s happy sometimes too and that’s cute to see in the promo art (i specifically like that one christmas artwork with papa and joy and the gingerbread apartment it’s SO CUTE) anyways yay #peaceandloveonplanetearth

his design is one of my favorites. i love the pizzeria uniform AND i love his B style it looks so casual and it’s JARRING because when you see roy you never assume he’s just chilling. but that’s why it’s so funny. literally half of his B style is still work clothes. also read this old ass forum post it makes this even funnier

also i kinda like how he has an established family. idk if it’s apparent yet but i always end up thinking more abt family dynamics rather than ship ones… i don’t mean to favor that over romance bcuz i love shipping as well but IDK that’s just how my brain works. he has a cool ninja older sister and a weird ass uncle and i think it’s funny how he’s like the only average one of the bunch. lol 👍

also his orders are really good it’s like flipline understood the assignment with roy every single time. they never forgot…. also since he likes valentines most of the time most of his orders look super cute LOL i love that

least fave thing about them: there is not a single bone in my body that hates roy. you could not make me hate roy. never ever everrrrrr

brOTP: JOYYYYY i think they have a good relationship. i see interps of them not getting along which makes me kinda sad 🥲 but it’s a totally valid interp anyway so i try not to care especially if the fanwork isn’t focused on them anyways lol. idk roy has “fond memories” of being with joy (mentioned in her flipdeck) and she even “lovingly” based her kart off of her “dearest brother” LOL. also they both like berries and teriyaki and cookies and possibly other stuff as well and i just think it’s so funny how their taste is almost the same sometimes except for like a few things lol. i’ll have to look at that again but it’s such a pain in the ass cuz ninjoy and joy orders are separated on the flipline wiki LOL

OTP: so basically i see roy as the boring dating sim protag so i like ship him with like way too much people 😭😭😭 fave is probz roy x allan tho

nOTP: i can’t believe i have to say this but joy and papa louie 😓

random headcanon: i think he’s a really good cook in general and he could probably take over every other restaurant if he wanted to. but he DOESN’T want to. i think he has no idea what he wants to do so he just goes around and helps papa louie all day lol

i actually think he is well-liked by most customers because they don’t think he’s a gloomy dude, they just think he’s the brutally-honest reality check type of guy which is actually fun to have around LOL. he probably just thinks everyone hates him cuz of anxiety XD

he has “normie anime protagonist who is born into a family of greatness” energy basically

unpopular opinion: he doesn’t COMPLETELY hate his job he’s just kinda just doesn’t care abt it lol. he likes it when people enjoy his food and he takes pride in that. he’s like “GOD i can’t take it anymore i’m gonna quit” but the next minute he’s like “This is great. I'm going to get a good grade in pizza, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,” lol

fave picture of them: too much LMAO but probably this holiday picture cuz i think the tracksuit/hoodie (?) looks nice over the uniform and he is smiling :) awwww how nice!

shout out to this one from the pizzeria DX ad on youtube tho i use it at a reaction image all the time now 😍

[gossipgirloff1]

i’m a little new to F1, been trying to catch up with all the gossip and i just got to know that alexandra and charlotte were friends before. seems like she’s ready to break any and every girl code just for some traction. and also, how chronically online must she be to know exactly what people are saying about her and her repeating outfits. so much for being a “private person” lol. // you must be confusing Charlotte sine! She was the one that broke girl code! And she cried about it and tried to make herself the victim when she broke her best friends heart! She was the one that got with the ex boyfriend of the best friend that was basically as close if not closer to her than her own sister. She dared to get together with that ex boyfriend after two weeks of them being broken up. Two weeks! That is breaking girl code! She is also fame hungry. Still to this day is trying to use the Leclerc for her own gain.

She was the one that unarchived many posts with Charles after she saw how much attention Alex was getting. Charlotte and her sister valentine were the one to run the first fan pages for Charlotte and for chacha. After two weeks!

Sorry but people are lunatics towards Alex. Since Charles followed her. She has been harassed because of a simple follow. She probably still has people in her DMs spewing hate at her. People most likely send her shit in her DMs about daring to wear an outfit again. Mind you when Charlotte sine does it it’s queen behaviour but when anyone else does it? Straight to jail with them!

Alex was in the same class as valentine for maybe one year in Highschool. The last time Alex interacted with anyone from the sine sisters? Nearly 7 years ago. If not more by now…

Charles was still happily together with giada at that time.

Sorry Alex isn’t the snake people are trying to make her out to be. Charlotte is the actual snake in that situation, but because she gave people access to shirtless and hot Charles content all her shitty behaviour is forgotten.

Charlotte also promotes very unhealthy eating on her page and scammed people multiple times before too!

Im not chronically online but I also see a lot of things on my fyps. Hell I saw someone I went to school with for like a year on an architect page when I have never followed the person or interact with architecture. He was still on my explore page on Instagram. Why? Probably algorithm.

Alex follows Charles family and probably interacts with f1 posts too. Oh and she is getting tagged/ hash tagged in those posts. The algorithm probably shows her those posts…

So please stop the hate when you don’t know what you are talking about

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The Rain Review Year 4 (2014)

Welcome back to the Rain Review! This time, we’re tackling the comic’s fourth year. It spans Chapter 19: Vincent’s Story all the way through Chapter 23: The Flaherty Siblings.

This one’s the last full year of the comic’s run that I was round for. In Year 5, we’ll get into all new territory. For now, here’s another recap-style post.

Summary

Vincent’s Story is a chapter that I can summarize fairly quickly. Rain’s therapist is actually Aunt Fara’s ex. Fara’s family, particularly her brother-in-law, was not approving at all. Vince ended up disappearing on Fara because he didn’t want her to be troubled with the backlash. In hindsight, he knows this wasn’t the best play because he’s worried Fara big time. Anyway, Jessica and Rain conspire to get them talking again.

Next Chapter!

Aiken is rooming with his twin sister Kellen now. They talk about Rain and it turns out that Aiken is... actually trying to get it. Kellen still doesn’t understand or approve of her sister’s life.

Emily goes to hang out with Rain for a “Quiet Weekend” where they share another cute chat. Ky comes over and Emily gives her a word to put to her gender feels. Also, Emily shares with Ky that she’s pregnant. And pansexual also. Yes, they do make THAT joke, but it was 2014.

Gavin’s date is going really well. Like, he hits it the hell off with Ana.

Also, I usually don’t talk about any of the bonus art or the Rain Delay filler comics in these posts, but I NEED to call attention to the fact that I got Attack On Titan Jumpscared going into the next chapter.

No, no, it’s fine... it was 2014. We didn’t know. Everyone was talking about i- OH COME ON.

It truly was a different time, folks. It was almost 10 years ago...

In news that’s positive to me but probably still negative for everyone else there was also a Danganronpa filler art. Not to derail too hard, but most of these cosplay choices are banger. Except, Gavin is clearly Togami because there just wasn’t another guy that wasn’t annoying. If I believed the fandom perception of that character instead of the actual text of the game, I’d say he should be Mondo.

Anyway, back to the STORY!!!

Brother Arthur tells Chanel and Maria to tone it the hell down before they get caught, but goes out of his way to NOT give them detention for it. This leads directly into the two of them making plans for a Valentine’s Day date in which Chanel treats Maria to dinner.

Maria decides to talk to Rain about Emily. She explains that she eavesdropped on Rain and wanted to know if Emily was pregnant for real. You see, they dated in Freshman year and things ended ROUGH, which is why Maria has such a grudge against Emily.

School ends and Rain and Fara leave for therapy. In this scene, Fara kind of explains Rain’s character development to her. Were I Cinemasins, I’d be like, “Erm, that’s bad writing.”

BUT, I’m not Cinemasins and I acknowledge that Rain is the kind of girl that NEEDS someone to tell her that shit. She won’t give herself any credit without it.

This scene is one of the ones that makes me think about how even as I grow up, I see myself in Rain. She’s So Concerned About Her Friends all the time. She doesn’t give herself enough credit for all the good shit she does. She’s constantly fighting back negative self talk. And yet, she continues on anyway. I love Rain. She’s kind of the prototypical trans woman of the 2010s, but in some ways that makes her easy to relate to.

In the next chapter, Collin tries to patch things up with Fara by actually going through with getting Rain her con tickets. More on that later.

In the mean time, Fara and Vincent meet once again and at least try to patch things up. They’re not dating again, but they do end up on pretty good terms by the end of the night.

I don’t know how involved Vincent will be going forward though. He fills Rain an HRT prescription and says he’ll set her up with one of his co-workers because he’s too personally involved considering his ex-girlfriend is her aunt.

Ky, Gavin and Rudy end up hanging out because they’re all single on Valentine’s Day. Which is fine and dandy until Ky spills The Beans.

We return to Rain after her therapy session. She’s so excited to share the news... but all the friends that know her deal are busy. So she decides it’s time to tell Emily the truth. The emotional height of the entire year follows from this point to the end of Chapter 22. There are 4 different scenes overlapping, but I want to talk about them one at a time.

Emily is... really positive about it. She says she thinks she may have figured it out, but she elected to let Rain come to her when/if she decided to.

There’s a fun thing Samara does with the art in this section is playing with the distance between Rain and Emily. When the conversation starts, it’s clear that they’re in two separate locations on the phone. Emily is in her house, the blue background. Rain is in the therapists’ office, a green background. After Rain tells Emily her secret and Emily accepts her wholeheartedly, the lines start to get a little blurrier. Eventually, They’ve pulled their phones away from their faces and are standing face to face in a panel with a gradient background between their two locations. They get closer as the conversation goes on. so close that it feels like one of them could reach out to hug the other.

This was a really fun way to play with the comic’s... shall we say “lack” of backgrounds?

Now that Rain has gotten everything off her chest, she gets an idea. Remember those tickets I was telling you about? Well, Rain decided she could invite Emily to go to the con with her. But what about the other 2 tickets? THOSE are for Kellen and Aiken.

Meanwhile, at Jessica’s job, a familiar face walks right on in. That’s right, Jessica and Chase are going to go on a DATE. And that’s TERRIBLE for Jessica. Holy shit. Once again, more on this LATER.

The other really important plot line from this chapter to me is the resolution of Chanel and Maria’s date. When the night is winding down, Maria says something I’ve felt personally. She doesn’t want to go home. For once, she’s actually happy because she’s unabashedly spending time with someone she loves. In her house, all she’s got on her side is Rudy. They’re both miserable there.

If you’re a queer person with a shitty family and you’ve EVER been out of the house with your friends, I’m sure you’ve felt this one. The feeling that everything in your life is good... until you go home. Once again, I think this comic’s strong suit is exploring situations that are familiar to experienced queer readers and can be lessons to younger readers. This one hit me in the heart for sure.

Also, Randy and Ky meet again and they decide that they can give each other a shot.That’s cute.

Now, the final twist of Chapter 22: Anastacia! How many trans people are in this comic? One more than you thought before!

The final chapter of the night is “The Flaherty Siblings”.

Rain and Fara go to pick up the con tickets from Collin, who is being a lot more polite than Fara last described him. If you’ll look back, Fara broke up with Collin off screen. We don’t know what exactly he said to her until now, except that it PROBABLY involved Rain. Collin presents Rain with her tickets and Rain decides that Fara should give him another chance. So, in the future, we’ll be seeing a little more of him.

The day before Rain and Emily leave for Kellen’s house, Rain does some introspection. She finally admits to herself what we’ve probably all been thinking: She is in love with Emily. She is in love with Emily but is scared to say anything about it because they’ve got a lot on their plates and also they call each other Sis all the time, so she thinks it’d be weird.

The day finally arrives and Fara drops Rain and Emily off with her other niece. Things do not start well, but there’s an unexpected MVP in this scene. AIKEN is the one to reach out to Rain and tell her to give Kellen a chance.

I’m starting to care for Aiken as a character a lot. He’s Literally Trying. He’s putting more effort into things than my own family ever has. He always calls her by her name and almost always gets her pronouns right. He’s clearly making an attempt and he deserves credit for it.

Kellen, on the other hand, is like, MY MOM tier transphobic. She assumes that Emily is ALSO trans and directly refers to Rain as “Not a real girl” multiple times this weekend.

Emily is Rain’s number 1 shooter this weekend. Like, she does NOT let Kellen miss a goddamn beat.

My favorite Emily clap-back is this one below:

We cut to Jessica, who finds out what Chase’s deal is and is PISSED about it. I’m pretty sure things between them are over as quick as they started. I mean, dude admitted to dating a high schooler on the FIRST DATE.

Meanwhile, Kellen continues to be a fucking problem and bring up stuff that was actually just Rain’s Childhood Dysphoria. Then, Rain goes to sleep that night and has a trauma nightmare about her father. Again, I relate. I’ve been there.

Emily is once again The Best Person for Rain’s sake.

and that brings us to the end of Year 4.

Final Thoughts

Another year, another group of really emotionally fulfilling scenes. Holy shit. It’s crazy to me how consistently quality Rain’s character writing can be. It definitely helps that it draws from real life experience. Everyone in this comic feels like someone I have known or could know.

Rain is nothing if not consistent, honestly. That’s a blessing and a curse. The writing is always just right but the art style never leaves the way it always has been. Samara tries new things in this batch of chapters, though. More shot feature furniture and background details than in previous years and that one scene with the gradient background worked really well!

I look forward to seeing where Rain goes from here. Join me next time for year 5, 2015!

[appalamutte]

ok i literally was just planning out my own music au as well and oh my god this is the most comprehensive au i have seen holy shit. i seriously need to know more about the rest of the cast and how they fit in (bittysfoodbaby)

hi! i’m so sorry this took me *checks notes* two months and some days to answer. i don’t really have a reason besides school got the best of me and somehow i still feel like it should be valentine’s day, not the first week of may. omg.

anyway!! to make up for it i've pulled everyone i possibly could into this, because i like to flesh out alternate universes as much as possible, even if the character never makes an appearance:

(i already have a post/primer on jack and bitty in this au here! and here’s the other ask if you need a refresher)

shitty — shitty plays the viola, and it's solely because it's the instrument his father wanted him to play the least. the other country club fellows’ kids played the violin or the cello. shitty didn’t want none of that. (a small part of him loves the viola too, he just never says so)

lardo — percussionist. i just get strong mallet vibes from her, but i feel she wouldn’t limit herself to just the mallets either. she's not in the Founders ensemble or in the small group with everyone because she's not a string player, but she does live at the Haus, which is exactly the same as it is canonically except there's miscellaneous instruments and rosin and sheet music laying around everywhere on top of empty beer bottles and a lingering smell of dirty clothes/sweat

ransom — the cello. i feel it’s an obvious choice because he’s a d-man, and to me, the cello seems the most equivalent given it’s low voice that really supports the rest of the ensemble.

holster — cello (see above) but also for their small group, he plays the double bass. to be different.

as for how they fit in, ransom and holster complete the small group-slash-string quintet! so it goes bitty and jack on violins, shitty on viola, ransom on cello, and holster either on cello or double bass depending on what’s needed. i’m still figuring out the kinks on how they all meet since they’re not on a hockey team, so i can’t get you that far, but they are all the same ages/same personalities/same group dynamics etc etc

for the rest:

nursey / dex — see ransom’s explanation (can you tell i view d-men as cellists lmao). also they’re stand partners. that is not up for debate whatsoever

chowder — now he’s a tough one to pinpoint. i want to say percussionist since he’s a goalie (idk about anyone else, but in every ensemble i’ve been in, the percussionists had major goalie personalities. and ofc lardo is excluded from this parallel) but i also get very strong flute vibes too. this is in part because the flute is a very whimsical instrument and chowder is a very whimsical guy, and also because it just feels right when i picture it. so my tentative answer is the flute, but it’s still very much up for debate

whiskey — ideally he’s a trumpet player through and through. however, for the plot, he’s a clarinet player (i.e. the tadpole woodwind trio)

tango — bassoon. again it’s for the trio, but also bassoons to me are just so inquisitive. i can’t tell you why though

ford — flute and it’s again for the tadpole woodwind trio. also i went to school with a flute player who was also a huge theater lover, so it fits

kent — violin. he’s still jack’s ex-best-friend-slash-ex-boyfriend and they still have their fallout. but they also had planned to audition for julliard on the same day, like the nhl draft in canon, and as such kent does get into julliard and ends up becoming the concertmaster (principal violin) of the new york philharmonic

tater — double bass. yes, i said i think all d-men play the cello, but not tater. he takes it to another level. his height and wingspan makes the double bass cello-sized though so it checks out still. also he’s kent’s too-serious fwb

camilla — she gives me saxophone vibes. like jazz vibes (half of the saxophones in my school band played tennis btw)

[tiffanylamps]

I LITERALLY JUST HEARD THIS SONG BUT IT FEELS SO MUCH LIKE JWDS & I NEEDED TO TELL YOU IMMEDIATELY

got the title? can you see the picture? if you can’t, it’s ‘i want it all’ by duncan laurence. by god, this song has effectively ruined me & i’m only on my second listen. please believe me when i say these lyrics are for them.

“i suddenly realize / there’s only so much time / i wanna give you mine” THIS FIRST PART ALONE HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD. THIS IS THEM CLOSER TO THE END OF THE SHOW I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DEAL

secondly? the chorus is so beautiful. “i’ve waited all my life for you” & “i want the good and the bad, the highs and the lows” & old habits die tragic” & “need you to love me like no one has loved me before” & “there’s magic in madness” just every freaking word of these lyrics gives me the most insane need to rewatch the show & to see them fall in love again. i feel nuts right now, or i’m at least toeing the edge of that feeling

anyway…i hope you’re doing well! thought you might find my rambling a little entertaining, & you’re the person i always come to so i can scream about them, so yeah!!

love you, bo! 💛🌷

LIGHTE!!!! Happy Valentine's Day!!! 💛💐 Okay, so, this song! Oh my goodness, it is so THEM! Although it's not my favourite style (/genre) of music, it really got me in my feels. I was a lil sappy mess, sitting in a blanket poncho/hoodie thing (I was given a cheaper version of an oodie as a v-day gift), getting all emotional because of Them. The lyrics you've already pointed out really shone through for me. But I got sooooo emo over the "I've waited all my life for you" lyric!!!! I don't know if it's because I'm working on a Dong Sik project at the moment (👀) or something, but this song really made me think of him. It feels like these would be the thoughts he would think in an idealistic post-canon world, one where he is more at peace and is sooo desperate to have Joo Won in his life (in a very permanent way). This song does feel desperate and I mean that as a compliment. Loving someone else, despite your history and reservations, can leave one feeling very desperate and ultimately, vulnerable. Especially if you're feeling resolute to have that person in your life. idk.... it just feels so Them. I feel like they're both so desperate for the other, even if they don't know how to articulate that into words. (but oh boy, don't they say it in a language only they speak??????)

🤭🤭 Also, I'm going to encourage you to rewatch the show!!! I don't how many times you've seen it, but why not see it another time??? I've recently watched episodes 5, 9, 13 with the bf and I didn't know I still had so much to say about this show. I recorded our conversations and I've got over three and a half HOURS of chat 🥴 This show has so much to give and it honestly gets better with each viewing. I love your ramblings! I especially love music recommendations! So, this was a lovely treat to have. Thank you for continuing to share your thoughts with me. I really appreciate that I'm the person you want to share them with! Hope you're well! Sending you love through pixels on a screen💛💛

🎵 the song in question 🎵

[cowboyslikedean]

Thank you for your very thorough response! I have some more questions for you.

Do you have any favourite tropes? Any least favourites? And anything you specifically can’t stand in fanfic?

Lots of love, your secret valentine 💌

hello! apologies this took a while:

favs

Angst!! all the angst!!

generally i think this is fairly self explanatory, but honestly, i thought i would put it down as i’m gathering ur a writer and i would like here to give u a free reign opportunity that if there’s an angst fest that fits no other trope that i love, but has been sitting in your drafts for years and you love it but writing is HARD with no deadline: go for it!

Deaths door/presumed dead.

i want to watch them lose their fucking marbles. properly insane. people are getting the wrong idea and it would be so easy to let it be the truth on paper, because maybe then someone could understand the enormity of loss. in a slightly diff vein i am also down bad for deathbed confessions that they then have to live to see the consequences of.

marriage of convenience/fake married/undercover couple

ok so i know these aren’t all the same thing, but i love them all for similar reasons. with fake married/undercover as a couple fics, i just wish there were more that were early-mid seasons based - i love the later seasons ones bc it’s often from a place of AT LEAST mulder already sort of. being aware why he enjoys this so much and the angst involved there. but i do crave more of the early-mid seasons of “oh this isn’t so bad. this is pretty easy actually. ah shit why is this so easy.” | Alternatively, marriage of convenience mid seasons has soooo much room for angst and miscommunication. maybe it’s for some weird legal reason. maybe it’s after (or even just before) emily - mulder becomes obsessed with the idea that he can prevent her from ever being turned down by the agencies and courts again. maybe it’s earlier, say mid cancer arc, and scully breaks down in the office after having coffee with her mother. maggie had quietly handed her the pair of blue pearl earrings she wore when she married Bill Snr over terrible coffee, asking her to wear them if she ever needs to get dressed up for something - and scully knows it’s because maggie has given up on being able to give them to either of her daughters on their wedding day, and mulder is in dire need of finding something he can actually fix. however it is: it is not meant to be romantic. having JUST ABOUT everything you want is a killer.

Hanahaki

listen i know this is oddly specific but there really are not enough of them! for obvious reasons i lean towards the version of the trope where the love doesn’t have to actually be unrequited, the person afflicted just has to believe it is. a trope made for a casefile.

forced proximity

pretty self explanatory - i am a sucker for a good the dam breaks snapping of tension moment. double points if they fight first because they’re just soooooo mad about wanting to jump the other persons bones and they cannot take any more of it and they’re like an arm length away at all times.

bisexuality

this isn’t a trope but i’m throwing it in anyway - big fan of when either or both of them r incidentally bisexual in fic. when it’s just thrown in offhand.

a fun AU!

i like these most when they’re pretty one step removed - contemporary to the show time wise, with a bunch of fun what ifs. always here for a fun take on a soulmate au, but also love a more non supernatural or extraterrestrial au.

mulder or scully /other to msr

i like these most when it’s an original character - i think it can be really interesting to see how the other would genuinely react and respond. how quickly would they realise? would they do anything? how long would they NOT do anything? why?

third person tense

this isn’t a trope it’s just the tense i like to read most! no biggie if it’s not ur jam though, just trying to add as much info as possible :)

not favs

colonisation/post col fics or fics with a huge amount of emphasis on the mytharc. idk man just not really my thing.

not a huge reader of historical au

also despite my love of angst i’m not a massive reader of diana angst! not sure why, just not super my thing.

ok that was far from exhaustive but hope u got enough to go with!! again if there’s anything you’re desperate to write that doeesn’t fit in anywhere there - feel free!! would rather read something you’re passionate about than something catered to me that you hate.

thank u so much for reading <3

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hi Quil!

It was awesome to hear from you! I had a few add-ons/clarifications to my last note to you:

By “autistic theatre kid” I actually meant myself! I’ve been wanting to kind of “come out” to you as autistic for a while, but I was overthinking my words and I think my language was a little confusing. But yeah! I’m also autistic!

I’ve actually been listening to some of EPIC: The Musical recently, partially thanks to you! I found it at first a while ago because I had to read The Odyssey for school (it was a fun read, so if you haven’t read it I’d recommend) and I was looking at musical animatics and it came up. And then I was hanging around your blog a few weeks ago and you reblogged a post talking about how the Circe Saga would be coming out for Valentine’s Day, so you actually got me back into it! Some of my favorite songs from it are “The Horse and The Infant”, “Warrior of the Mind”, and “Done For” – what are your favorites?

Also, I love the description of a “hearth”! I had to stop and look that word up but it fits really well. It also reminds me of a book that I’m reading right now that I want to tell you about, but that’s a longer story so I’ll try to remember to tell you later.

Also I had one extra question: Do you know if submissions get sent differently than asks? Every time I send one there’s this message that it’s “awaiting moderator approval”, but I don’t actually know what that’s about so if you know anything about how submissions work vs. asks that would be helpful. 

But yeah! Also I’d love to hear about your day if you’d like to share. I personally had a lower-key day today with a lot of studying because I have a really hard test coming up soon, but it was actually a pretty good day! I also finished this book called Belle of the Ball that has an all-girls love triangle going on and it’s really sweet and pretty!

Enjoy your day!

- Amethyst

~

Hello again, Amethyst!! I’ll go through your points one by one for clarity :)

1. Ah, it’s me who wasn’t clear enough here--I understood what you were saying. Me saying “I also love musicals--though my partner’s the theater kid, not me” was me making a connection to you! You said you were an autistic theater kid who loved musicals, so I went oh! I also love musicals--but am not a theater kid. my partner is though! establishing similarities and distinctions, that kind of thing. but I can 100% see how my wording made that confusing. and woo! autism buddies!

2. HELL YEAH!! I love Epic, it’s like 70% of my current music. I haven’t read the Odyssey myself yet, but I’ve always wanted to get around to it--same with the Iliad. There’s a bunch of famous classics I want to check out, some for genuine interest and some just so I can have context (like the Divine Comedy).

I think my top three songs--at least of what’s released are: Ruthlessness, My Goodbye, and Open Arms. Though I love so many more than that--Wouldn’t You Like, Done For, Warrior of the Mind. Teagan Early just has such a lovely voice.

3. Yeah!! A thing I’ll do, especially when I’m talking to other autistic people, is use atypical words to describe feelings. Feeling like fireworks, or a rusty pipe, or an aching hourglass. Because they’re such specific feelings sometimes, and I can generalize, but it’s not quite right--and I’ve found, at least w/ anecdotal evidence, it’s something other autistic people also do or understand. Also curious to hear more about this book :)

And yes, submissions are a bit different than asks. When you submit a post, it’s submitted to be posted as if I had made it. I add text to respond to you, but usually submissions are posted as they’re received. You’re using it like the askbox--which is totally fine, but a typical submission can be posted without other people knowing it wasn’t me. There is a label in the tags that marks it as a submission, but if people don’t see that (they don’t look, it gets reblogged and people don’t check the og tags), it looks like any other post I’ve made. Which means that I need to approve it for publication, as it’ll look more like it’s coming from my mouth, and I don’t want people putting words in my mouth. 

Asks clearly separate the asker from the answerer, but submissions don’t, so whoever you submit something to (me in this case) is the moderator who has to approve having it on their blog (there are a few blogs whose whole gimmicks are submissions--like one-time-I-dreamt where we know different people are submitting their different dreams, but that’s generally an outlier)

And my day! Right now it’s still fairly early (about 7:30), so I haven’t done much--I’ll have to review a few of my classmates’ short fiction pieces for tomorrow and finalize mine to turn in. But otherwise I’m going to try and take it very slow and easy, since tomorrow is my long day and I haven’t had the most restful weekend. My nana was in town with my 7yo cousin, and they were with my cousin’s friend and her grandma. And we don’t see extended family often so they wanted to visit.

However, my family is...not great with guests. We’re not rude, it’s just really hard on us. It’s a big disruption to our routines, and we’re a very routine oriented family just naturally (sans my dad). And we’re a VERY quiet household, which is interrupted by having even one person over. especially since my dog is very anxious and doesn’t even trust my dad, who he lives with. So four people in our house--especially since this side of my extended family is horrible at giving heads up--two of whom are very energetic children? woof. they came over twice so I. need to recharge a little before tomorrow.

but thank you for the well wishes! i return them back upon you :)

[crimsun-n-clover]

im into a new girl. i mean, not really a new one. i mentioned her in an earlier post

figured out that i’m not really attached to the other girl i talked about. she’s great, but she’s wayyy too much like me. it’s good to have things in common, but when it’s to the point that we both have hallucinated the same shit it’s a little off putting. not that she did or said anything wrong, she’s super sweet and i like being around her, i just don’t think we’d make a good couple.

anyway. new girl. gotta come up with a fitting name eventually because her actual name is almost obnoxious and i love it. we met on my fandom instagram account through a mutual friend putting us in a groupchat together.

she’s an amazing artist and we obviously share interests. and she’s hot. like. fucking stunning. so i was just gonna keep that locked away in my little brain like a normal fucking person until one day she randomly unfollowed me and followed me again. which was weird, because we’ve been mutuals for months, but it put the thought of her stalking me into my head and there’s no prying that shit out. like. what were you looking at huh? nothing to see here. just a bunch of text posts and if you’re willing to dig through the highlights there’s some more personal stuff. and then immediately after that i’m on her close friends?? and she tagged me in the next post she made??? weird.

but that was the catalyst to me going huh. i guess i’ll allow myself a bit of swoonage. i told mickey and she lost her everloving shit man. she goes full conspiracy mode because “stevie, that’s what I DO when i like someone she’s into you :)))” kid. sweetheart. i hope you know that you’re the statistical outlier in every situation and i won’t assume that anyone else does that.

so a couple days ago new girl posts about how she wishes she had a girlfriend for valentine’s day. that she’s so hot and interesting and it’s absolutely unbelievable that no one is taking an interest in her and let me just say, i gotta agree. of course, she’s wrong, IM taking an interest, but i’m not gonna be weird about it. i take some screenshots and scratch out her username and send them to mickey. she. goes. fucking. FERAL. “STEVIE ITS MEANT TO BE LOOK AT THE ROCKY HORROR POSTER IN THE BACKGROUND” kid i’m gonna rock your shit if you keep feeding into this and make me all mushy and useless again.

of course, she went to revisit the screenshots and yelled at me for scratching out the username. because i know she’s a meddling bastard who will insert herself. she spends a solid two hours vetting everyone i’m following and can’t find her because the girl is on my other account. absolutely rabid dedication. fuckin adore this kid man. my stalking skills are superior and i’ve already scoped out her pinterest and it made my chest hurt because damn. she’s so. sigh.

this story is kinda nonlinear at this point. shit kept going down for me because the girl live-streamed a few days in a row and i’d join a reasonable amount of time after she started (like. 30 seconds) and just dwell in the chat while like three other people maximum were there. she would end the lives sometimes if no one would join and talk to her on cam but she always went on right when my parents would get home so i couldn’t join. she’s so charming. let me just. list some shit

we already got some stuff in here so. does art, same fandoms, likes rocky horror, feminine, all that shit. she also does roller derby, archery, carpentry (she has this dollhouse in her room that she built herself it’s SO FUCKING RAD), boxing, sailing, cheerleading, all sorts. she likes literature and fashion and apparently grew up in a cult? she kept dropping absolutely insane lore. “oh yeah i got a knife pulled on me at school for being gay haha” and the way she talks she’s so charismatic i hope i die. she’s so enthusiastic about her interests like “i was looking at a boat today that can get up to ELEVEN KNOTS” cool im obsessed with you

she’s so my type i’m gonna rip my skin off and give it to her. she’s feminine, she’s bubbly, she’s fucking weird, kind of a bitch, has strong (correct) opinions, that’s like everything im drawn to romantically. personality big enough to keep me balanced out, knows what she wants so i can enjoy my acts of service love language, LITERALLY MY TYPE.

im so fucking mad. she lives in toronto and i have absolutely no chance regardless. im just a little terrified of her, especially dming her. when i can see her face in the lives it’s wayyy easier but i’m so intimidated by her typing style yk? fucking whatever man i’m being dramatic.

it’s three in the morning so it’s technically february 8th. one year since the initial breakup.

[lesbian-roguefort]

have y’all seen the weirdos on tiktok trying to truth espresseleine being canon in the same way that SEAMOON is. because wtf is up with that

(edit: p.s. read my tags)

[togrowoldinv]

You Are My Gift

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha and the kids make you a Valentine’s Day breakfast.

Note: This is a fluffy little Nat Valentine’s story. I thought I’d go ahead and post it because why not😊 Hope you enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

���Alright you two, we have to make this super secret surprise breakfast happen for Mommy. Do you think we can do it?” Natasha asks her two children standing expectantly in front of her.

“Yeah! For Mommy!” Ali agrees.

Natasha gets to work on making pancakes and the kids decorate them with fruit, whip cream, and chocolate chips.

They make a tray of enough pancakes for everyone and they quietly walk towards your bedroom.

Nat stops short of the door to give more instructions. “I want you both to wake Mommy up, but be gentle. You know she isn’t a morning person.”

With that she opens the door and both kids jump on the bed. You awake from your slumber at the feel of them bouncing on the bed excitedly. You sit up against the headboard and smile at the scene.

“Hi!” Ivan says and he plants himself on your lap.

“Hey buddy,” you kiss his head. “What’s all this?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day!” Ali says in the most adorable way.

“Is it now?”

“Yeah, we made you breakfast!” Ali shouts a little too loud for 7am. Natasha just smiles.

“We have lots of energy this morning,” she says, moving to sit next to you in bed. “But we did in fact make you breakfast.”

“Wow!” You fake being energetic, but you’ll do anything to make the kids smile. “This is so good! Did you two decorate these?”

“We did! Ivan did that one,” she points to one. “And Mama and me the rest.”

“Awesome job, sweet girl,” you tell her and she preens at your compliment.

“Can we go play now?”

“Sure malyshka, but when you want breakfast just come back in here, okay?” Natasha says and Ali nods before holding her brother’s hand and speeding off.

Nat scoots closer to you and hands you a small box.

“It’s not much,” she says nervously and you shake your head affectionately as you open it.

Your hand goes over your heart in awe of how beautiful the ring is. It’s a gold banded ring with Ali and Ivan’s birthstones in it, along with your’s and Nat’s.

“Natasha, this is everything,” you tell her, slipping it onto your finger.

“You like it?”

“I love it, baby,” you say. And to ensure she knows it’s the truth you kiss her with as much love as you can possibly give her.

“Your turn,” you say pulling away and she lightly grabs your cheek to kiss you again.

“You are already my gift,” she says seriously and then bursts out laughing. You laugh too. “I’m sorry. That was so cheesy. Wanda said Vision told her that and I wanted to try it out.”

“Oh, I can so hear them being all lovey dovey with that phrase. But here is your other gift,” you say with a wink. You hand her a decently large box and she sends you a strange look.

She opens the box to see a new utility belt for her suit. She turns it over to see the inside and there’s the initials of the kids and you and her.

“I know you don’t go on that many missions anymore, but this way when you do you’ll have us with you. And I didn’t do whole names because I know sometimes the belt has to be left and I didn’t want anyone to get ahold of their names,” you ramble on and Natasha still looks down at the belt, brushing her fingers over the engraved letters.

“Am I over explaining? I am. Sorry I- just. Are you okay, my love?” You ask her, reaching out to hold her hand.

When she turns to look at you, there are tears in her eyes.

“This,” she says, trying to get words out through her emotions. “This is the most thoughtful gift. I love you.”

“I love you too, Natasha,” you say and she kisses your cheek before wrapping you in a warm hug.

“We better get to eating this breakfast,” you say after a few minutes of hugging. She laughs and shifts to kiss you again.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, detka.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Natasha.”

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the only one for me ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1493

request?: yes!

“MGK Fluff ??”

description: the endless dating rumors regarding her boyfriend start to get to her

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, insecurities

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Logging onto Twitter and seeing yet another dating rumor regarding my boyfriend and some famous, beautiful female was basically a daily routine at this point. It seemed to be nothing new, but that didn’t make it hurt any less every time I saw a new post about it.

The latest rumored lady to have “stolen Colson’s heart” was Megan Fox, who had starred in Colson’s latest music video. The article I was reading stated how much chemistry Colson and Megan had on set and how it was “so obvious” that they had a secret romance happening behind the scenes.

I wasn’t hurt because I believed the rumors. I trusted Colson. I knew he’d never cheat on me, but seeing all these beautiful women and seeing his fans and media outlets commenting on how cute he would look with someone else so much prettier than me really did nothing for my confidence.

I wasn’t famous, I was just your average girl who worked an average hob and went to school on the side. Due to this, Colson and I decided to keep our relationship a secret so I wouldn’t be harassed by paparazzi and fans. I appreciated the privacy I had been getting, but it did make it hard to see all these dating rumors.

This rumor got to me in a way the others hadn’t before and I had an overwhelming urge to call Colson. He was probably asleep or preparing for the show that night, but I needed to hear his voice.

I was shocked when he answered on the third ring. “Hey babe!”

I could hear a crowd on his end of the call. “Hey! What’s all the noise?”

“We’re celebrating before I go on stage.”

“Before?” I asked, teasingly. “What are you guys celebrating?”

“The Bloody Valentine video hit a million views in less than 24 hours! None of my videos have ever done that before, so we’re celebrating.”

“Oh my God, Colson that’s amazing! Congratulations!”

Someone called out to Colson on his end. I could hear him responding, but his response was muffled as I realized the voice was a female voice.

“Is that...is that Megan?” I asked.

“Yeah! We invited her since she’s the leading lady of the video.” Another comment was made by Megan, to which Colson said to me, “She says hi!”

I couldn’t respond. I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes and I was afraid Colson would hear my voice breaking if I spoke. Instead, I managed to squeak out a “gotta go” before hanging up.

~~~~~~

As I expected, there were articles published about the video celebration, specifically about Colson and Megan. A handful of pictures were taken outside wherever the celebration was taking place of Colson and Megan laughing as he puffed on a joint. The captions posted under this picture from numerous sites and fan pages were all the same: “look how cute Megan and Colson are!”

I had to go offline for a while because I was getting more upset than I had before.

It seemed like Colson didn’t notice as much as I did, so I never really brought the issue up. I didn’t want him to think he couldn’t be friends with women, or think of me as a jealous girlfriend or anything.

But I knew he could tell something was off. He kept trying to coax it out of me, but I wouldn’t budge. I figured he would grow tired of my refusal and would let it go. The last thing I expected was to come home from work one day and find Colson waiting for me in my apartment.

“Hey!” I said when I found him sat in my living room. “What are you doing here?”

“We have a few days before the next show, so I asked to come home before then,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you.”

The six worst words to ever hear. I felt my worry rise as I approached him and sat next to him on the couch.

“What’s on your mind lately?” he asked. “I know you keep saying it’s nothing, but I can tell it’s not nothing. I’m worried about you, babe. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

I looked down at my lap as I shrugged. “It’s nothing. Just work and school, I guess.”

“Is this about Megan?”

For some reason, hearing him say her name felt like I was being stabbed through the heart. I had to bite my lip to try and hold back my tears.

“When you hung up so suddenly during the video celebration, I realized something was up,” he said. “And then you started deleting your social media accounts, or making them private, and you were acting different. It all started that night. If it’s because we invited Megan to the party, I’m sorry if that upset you. There was no underlying meanings behind inviting her, it was just because she was in the video and we decided she should be at the celebration.”

“It’s not because she was there!” I finally snapped, unable to hold myself back. “I don’t care if you’re friends with Megan, or with any woman, but I do care that everyone thinks you’re dating every female who so much as breathes in your direction. And it really doesn’t help my self-esteem to see people saying how happy you look or how cute you’d look with someone who is, like, a million times prettier than me.”

“Babe, that’s not true,” he said. “I mean, I’ve seen the rumors about me and Megan, but it’s not all the women I’m friends with - ”

I laughed, humorlessly. “No, not all of them. Just Chantal and Noah and Ash and Sommer and now Megan. So no, not all of them, just most of them.”

I could see the gears turning in Colson’s head as he thought about it. Maybe he didn’t see the same stuff I did, maybe I just saw more because of how insecure it made me. But those rumors were there, and they had been nearly our entire relationship.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I never realized...I don’t attention to shit like that. I never thought much about the way I acted around my female friends.”

“You treat them the way you treat the boys,” I said. “I’ve seen how you are with Ash, the two of you are just friends. But people don’t believe that men and women can just be friends so when they see men and women acting as friends, they assume that means they’re dating. There’s nothing you can really do about it.”

Colson put a hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. “You don’t believe any of that shit though, right? You know it’s all media bullshit.”

I nodded. “Yeah, of course I do. I know you’d never cheat on me. I trust you so much.”

“And you can’t possibly believe that they’re any more beautiful than you are.”

I chuckled. “Okay, that one I can’t agree to considering the person you’re currently in a dating rumor with is Megan fucking Fox. I mean, have you seen her? She’s the most beautiful woman in the world!”

“Not to me she’s not.”

I looked away from him again, feeling my cheeks heat up and a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do.” I felt his finger gently touch my chin, lifting my head so I would look at him. “(Y/N), I hope you know you mean the world to me. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and you own my heart. You’re the only one for me and I love you more than words could ever say. I’m sorry you’ve had to witness all these stupid rumors, and I’m sorry I never noticed them so I could assure you of all of this sooner. But I mean it, you’re everything to me. I love you so much.”

The tears I had been holding back for so long finally started to fall down my cheeks. I awkwardly laughed as I tried to wipe them away, but they just kept coming. “That was so cliche.”

“You loved it, though.”

“I love you, that’s a whole different thing.”

Colson smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. Warmth filled me as my lips touched his, and it was just another reminder that he was mine. I ran my hand through his hair and leaned into him until we were both laying back on the couch.

When we finally managed to pull away from one another, Colson rested his forehead on mine. “Did you have any other plans today?”

I shook my head.

“Good, because I don’t intend on letting you leave this apartment any time soon.”

He wrapped me into a tight cuddle, and I gladly accepted these plans he had made for us.

[lizzy-williams]

❝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 & 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜❞

ღWarnings: SMUT (18+ please!), language, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), sexual situations.

ღMasterlist

ღRequest: Can you do the most dirty hard good sexy lovely spanking doggy position french kiss smut EVER please PLEASE with tom 🙂🪓

ღSummary: You’re been in a mood almost all week, Tom having to leave right on Valentine’s Day for filming. The day before he has to leave, you’re the meanest you’ve been, and Tom’s had about enough. 

ღA/n: ANON YOU DIRTY BEAN I LOVE YOU. This will be the first thing I’m posting since I came back, So I hope you guys enjoy, feel free to send in more requests. 

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 in a mood the entire week. More specifically at your boyfriend, who chose a job that somehow, someway got him taken away right on Valentine’s Day. 

Even worse, this would be your 5th Valentine’s Day together, which you saw as a mile stone. You knew you were being irrational and a bit selfish, but you were too blinded by your anger to realize it. 

For the time being, you were giving Tom hell, inside and outside your small flat. On Monday, you and Tom went out for coffee, but of course, being the little minx you are, you teased him right then and there, in public, and you managed to turn Tom into a needy, whiny child with only a few touches.  

But when the two of you got home, you did a full 180, becoming completely distanced and untouchable, evading every advance Tom tried to make on you. You just kept all your attention on Tessa for a majority of that day. 

At first, Tom was clueless, the sudden distancing confusing the hell out of him, but it only escalated from there. 

On Tuesday, you had some things to do for work, and there you sat on the couch, typing away on your computer before Tom, still flustered and needy from yesterday, came waltzing into the living area and plopped down right next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. 

Yet you sat there, still typing away, acting as if Tom wasn’t there at all. Tom adjusted himself a few times, seeing if his movements gained any attention or reaction from you. Still. Nothing. 

Now he resulted to sighing loudly, and due to where his head was, it was right in your ear. It was erotic or teasing, it was just straight up annoying and childish. 

You finally pried your eyes away from the screen and turned to look at him, “Do you want something?” was all the response he was going to get, and even then it was a grumble. 

“I wanna cuddle.” 

He sounded so much like a kid, and in any other circumstance, you would tend to his request. But no. You were mad at him. 

“I’m working, Tom.”

That’s when Tom knew something was definitely wrong. No usual ‘bubba’ or ‘bub’. Not even honey. Just his first name. Not even his full first name. Just Tom. 

You felt him recoil and slip away into the other room. 

Tom: 0, You: 2

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Wednesday rolled around, and Tom was talking to Harrison on the phone. Once again, you had been giving him the bare minimum all day, but when you kissed him, it was long, passionate and lingering. And Tom was, to say the least, baffled. 

“I dunno, man, she’s been like this all week.” 

You happened to be in earshot, and slipped behind a doorframe, listening in on what Tom had to say. 

“No, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong. I’ve even been making an effort to put the toilet seat down, and somehow she keeps being so distant. I even tried hugging her from behind this morning and she just brushed me off.”

That one was true. You were making yourself lunch when Tom, who woke up late as usual, came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms lovingly around your waist, but staying true to your previous attitude, you brushed him off, using the stove as an excuse. But instead of reassuring him, like you normally would have, you turned and gave him a purple and red hickey on his sweet spot before turning back around and acting as if nothing had happened at all. 

“No, it’s not that time of the month, she already had it. I kinda know these things.”

That was also true. Because you and Tom had such a frequent and vibrant sex life, he made it a personal mission to know when your period came so he could work around it and comfort you. All things aside, he truly was a good boyfriend. 

“Ohhhhh,” he made a sound of realization and it made you perk up a little, wondering if he truly understood why you were so evasive. 

Wait, did he?

The sound of his footsteps clamoring down the hall made you frantically look around for something to look busy with. 

“Darling?” he called out. 

“In here!” you called out, trying to sound unbothered. 

“Ah, Darling,” he seemed giddy, as if he had just solved the worlds biggest mystery, “I know why your angry at me.”

“Oh?” you questioned, as you kept fiddling with whatever you were doing, acting as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. 

“You were upset about the paparazzi pictures. The ones with Ciara.” 

“What?!” you seethed, now not caring about acting like you didn’t care. 

“Th-The other day, when I went out to lunch, you knew about it...?” he was terrified by the look in your eyes. 

He was being honest. He did say he was going out with the female co-star, and you were okay with it. You trusted him. But what you didn’t think about were the tabloids. The gossip sights that would no doubt leak into Twitter, causing an un-needed uprising in Hollanders and shippers. 

Immediately you pushed passed him and went straight for your phone, looking up news sight after news sight. 

Ciara Bravo and Tom Holland: New Hollywood Couple???

Tom & Ciara, A Valentine’s Day Miracle

Did Y/N and Tom SPLIT? Ciara and Tom Spotted!

At this point you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Tom. Despite him and you understanding there was nothing going on, the outside world put pressure on the both of you, and you needed to breathe. 

Tom didn’t say a word when you got your coat and left with a ‘I’m going out. Don’t wait up.’

By time you got home, Tom slept on the couch, and you slept in the bed. 

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Tuesday was quiet, nothing happened. The two of you didn’t speak to each other, a day going by silently, but when you were going to bed, that’s when things got interesting. 

“It isn’t my fault.”

He stood in the bathroom as he spoke, and you were on the bed reading a book with Tessa at your side, sound asleep. 

You gave a small, unbothered sigh, “I know.”

Tom perked up, “What do you mean, ‘you know’?” he asked irritably. 

“I mean I know it isn’t your fault about the media. I don’t care, it’s fine.”

“Then why are you so mad at me?!” he was annoyed now, making you raise a brow. 

“You really don’t know?” you hissed, closing your book, not caring if you lost your page or not. 

“No, of course I don’t know!”

“You’re leaving me! On Valentines Day!” you snapped, standing up, Tessa’s ears going back. 

“Are you serious??? That’s it?” he questioned with wide eyes. 

You glared at him, giving him an expression that only meant one thing, slipping out of the room without a word. 

Needless to say, you slept on the couch that night .

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Friday. The day before Tom leaves. The day before Valentine’s day. 

And as always, you woke up before Tom, hearing Tessa scratch at the bedroom door from the inside. You walked down the hall, turning the bedroom door handle slowly and letting Tessa out the door, but not before catching a glimpse of your sleeping boyfriend in nothing but boxers, holding onto your pillow as he slept. 

Thats when the idea popped into your head. You were going to make a lovely Valentine’s day themed breakfast. For yourself.

If there was any way to get Tom back, it was with food, your food more specifically. 

You immediately got to work, prepping the veggies for the omelette, mixing the batter for waffles, and washing the strawberries, planning on using them for a garnish.

You worked for a good hour, almost everything done, the last thing being cutting the strawberries when you suddenly heard the bedroom door open. 

Tom walked out, his curly hair all a mess on top of his head, purposefully not wearing anything except for his Calvin’s, and you shamelessly checked him out, in hopes that would get him going. 

Before he got too close, you whipped back around and began slicing in the berries in front of you. Just like he did the many mornings ago, he let his arms wrap around you right before you felt him leave a small peck below your earlobe, and you had to bite back a smile. 

“Good morning, darling.”

Fuck. His morning voice. It was rough, deep, and gravely, making your stomach do summersaults and slick glisten between your legs. 

“Morning.” 

The sexual tension was palpable, so thick you could cut it with the knife in your hand. But you needed to stay strong. You were mad. You were still mad....

Right?

“Are those for me?” he questioned, motioning to the breakfast platter you had spread on the kitchen island, complete with a glass of OJ. 

You did a silent self-pat on the back. 

“Nope,” you smirked, before popping a strawberry in your mouth. 

His demeanor switched, “That’s it-”

You squeaked as he took the knife from your hands, throwing it into the sink before sweeping his hands across the counter, knocking the cutting board aside, roughly grabbing your hips and putting you on the counter. 

“I’ve just about had it with your attitude,” he growled, pulling his semi-hard-on out of his boxers before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you into a messy, lustful kiss, his tongue diving in the instant that his lips touched yours, making you whimper out, trying you best to regain control of the situation but failing quickly. 

A sudden smack to your ass made you quit your pursuit of control, a whine finding it’s way out of your throat as you felt him smirk into the kiss. His tongue prodded around your mouth as you held onto him desperately. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, his member pressing right up against your clothed clit, daring him to do whatever he was going to do next. 

Suddenly, he picked you up off the counter, breaking the kiss and pushing you down to your knees, harshly, shoving his member against your cheek. 

“Suck. I’m not gonna ask nice again,” he grunted, and you knew that he would keep his word with this one. 

You hesitantly took him in your hands before stocking him slightly, sticking your tongue out and licking a strip from his base to his tip, before taking it in your mouth, using your tongue to tease the angry veins and ridges on the underside of his cock. 

“Oh - FUCK - you’re so fucking precious.” he hissed, his hand weaving in your hair before pulling you down on his cock, going so deep it touched the back of your throat, praying that your gag reflex was on your side. 

Suddenly he pulled you back, before pulling you all the way back onto him, tears welling up in your eyes as he repeated his movements, using your face and whispering obscenities into the air around you, harshly fucking your mouth. 

“My bratty girl, shit, you sound so much better choking on my cock,” he grunted, his pace suddenly faltering, cock twitching, signaling he was about to release. 

He looked down and his eyes widened as he caught sight of your hips moving slowly and gently. You were so cute like that, humping the air like a little bunny, Tom taking immense pride in the fact that he made you like this. 

Without another warning, you felt his cum fill the back of your throat, making you whine as you had no choice to swallow it all, knowing he wouldn’t take his cock out of your mouth until you did so. 

Tom watched tentatively for the bobbing of your throat. The one indication that you swallowed. You shivered slightly as you felt the salty substance make it’s way down your throat, and he finally, finally, pulled himself out, and you gasped for air. 

Tom admired your fucked out state, tears wetting your cheeks and your lips swollen, hair ruined from his grip. He could have you looking like that...

He used one hand to stroke and caress your cheek, the other smoothing out your hair the best he could before standing you back up, your eyes dazed as you looked at him with pleading eyes, your past angers forgotten as you were desperate for his touch. 

“Go to the bedroom, strip, lay down, ass up darling. Wait. You touch yourself and I’ll leave you there for the rest of the night, understand?” he hissed before you nodded, scampering off down the hall.

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 You waited on the bed as you were told, your back arched as you put your ass in the air, your head resting in your arms as you scowled slightly impatiently. It had been 5 minutes since Tom promised he’d be back, and yet there you were. 

You began to play with the sheets between you fingers as you sighed quietly to yourself. But your head propped up slightly when you heard the sound of the door swinging open, a now completely nude Tom stepping through, a small box in his hands. 

“I was going to wait until tomorrow, but now seems like a much more... fitting time,” his smile was devious as he opened the small box, pulling out a thick, bullet shaped piece of equipment. 

Right as he twisted the bottom, you heard it buzz softly, and the realization hit you like a ton a bricks: the realization that this was going to be a long night. He stalked around you like a predator trying to catch pray, and you felt the bed dip behind you, and you heard him let out a sigh of content as he looked at your completely wet pussy, courtesy of the events earlier in the kitchen. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty all wet like this for me... this is for me, right darling?” he kneaded your ass in his hands before you could answer, “Who am I kidding, of course it’s for me.”

You knew what was coming next, knowing how much Tom loved your ass, and jus as expected, you felt his tongue lick a long, rough lick from your clit to your rim, making you jolt forwards slightly. 

Soon enough you felt two of his fingers plunge inside of your pussy, making you moan sweetly into the open air of the bedroom. His movements made the coil inside you tighten and spark, your need for release becoming more and more apparent. 

But the sudden buzzing on your clit made you lose your mind, release coming sooner than expected, your cunt squeezing around Tom’s fingers like a vice as you moaned out, breathless as his pace never faltered, his speed, (if anything), increasing as your body shook. 

Even after your high was ridden out, he continued, making you gasp. 

“T-Tom, I can’t, I can’t I- AHHH!” your babbling was cut of by another sudden shock through your cunt, making you scream out in such quick pleasure. 

“Holy fuck, so wet-” Tom was in awe of your actions, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what just happened. 

You just squirted. 

Tom wasted no time getting down there and sucking your clit harshly, his movements driving you crazy as you tried to collect your thoughts and make a complete sentence. 

He was so high on you, so drunk on your taste as he continued to taste and tease every part of your most sensitive place. 

“P-Please Tom,” you begged, shifting. 

Please what? Please keep going? Please stop?

“Please fuck me,” 

It was a soft whimper, oh so soft, but he heard it, and it drove him crazy. He sat up and positioned his newly hardened, throbbing member up to your entrance. Without a second thought, he pushed in the tip with ease. 

You silently thanked god for the slick of your cunt as he drove in farther, and to your surprise, he waited. Waited until you were ready. He knew that no matter how many times he fucked you, you would always be tighter than hell. So he waited. He always did. 

But as soon as you nodded, his demeanor flipped again like a light switch, drawing himself out and slamming himself back in. Soon enough he set a rough and punishing pace, throwing you back onto him like a rag-doll as your body went limp, letting him use you. 

You jerked when you felt him land a slap on your ass, knowing he enjoyed the way it move after he did so, before kneading the flesh, planning on repeating his actions. 

You were whimpering and keening at his movements and pants, the feeling of him pounding into you taking you over, and the only thing you could think about was him. 

Him, him, him.

Not the fact that he had to leave the following morning, or the fact that the tabloids were a nuisance. Just that fact that you were completely fucked out and it wasn’t even noon yet. 

“Shit, darling, so. Fucking. Good,” he grunted, punctuating his final words with harsh, long, hard thrusts, accompanied with slaps to your already sensative ass. 

His pace was faltering, dick twitching, his pants getting more frequent and louder. You knew he was getting close, the sight of you so out of it only spurring it on. 

“C-Cum for me, Tommy,” you whimpered, making his thrusts almost come to a full halt, “Cum inside me, please,”

Tom knew you were on the pill, and it was always for other reasons, and he usually pulled out, more as a personal preference to you. But now that you wanted him to claim you, so intimately and so passionately, his movements went from 0 to 100, before he felt himself snap. 

This of course made you plummet backwards off the cliff of ecstasy, the both of you coming together as a symphony of moans and whines and growls filled the air around you, your body feeling as if it were floating as your ears rang. 

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You both fucked like rabbits till noon, the both of you feeling drunk off each other’s touch, just not getting enough. You were both starved all week after all. And it took it’s toll. 

By time you two were done, your body was weak, your muscles completely spent and you heartbeat doing it’s best to settle down. You felt Tom’s arms help pull you up, laying you on your back and disappearing into the bathroom. 

When he came back, it was with a warm, wet washcloth, and be began slowly wiping up his mess, whispering praise and words of admiration while doing so. You found your eyes closing as you basked in the attention and after-glow of orgasm. He was completely in love with you, he couldn’t stop if he tried. 

Tossing the rag off the the side, you felt the area beside you dip before you were greeted with Tom’s arms, once again, finding home around your body, and you immediately leaned into his touch, laying your head softly on his chest as he played with your hair. 

The both of you enjoyed the silence. His other hand drifted up and down your arm, making goosebumps erupt in its wake, the space to think being larger than life. 

Finally, you spoke. 

“I’m sorry.” you muttered, holding him just a little bit closer. But Tom being Tom, you knew he would milk it as much as he could. 

“For?”

You sighed, embarrassed that you had to admit it out loud, “For being a bitch all week. I was just angry. It wasn’t fair to you. Ergo, I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. But you’re buying me coffee on the way to the airport tomorrow morning,” he insisted. 

That’s when your senses finally took in the fact that it was still light outside. The clock on your bedside table read a shocking 12:23 pm, and you let a small smirk creep across your face at the Valentine’s Day sex you were truly going to be missing out on. 

Sure, it still made you sad that he was leaving. But knowing Tom, you knew he would do something special for you, no matter how far away you were. Besides, there was hours of Facetime sex to be had, and you couldn’t wait for that. 

“Do you want lunch?” you questioned quietly, your hand gently gliding up and down Tom’s abs, which always felt like you were touching marble stone. 

“Yeah. You’re buying though,” he contested, and you smirked. 

“Nope. I’m making. I was thinking tomato soup and grilled cheese,” 

You knew it was one of Tom’s favorites, one of the few things on this planet that Tom would die for, (besides you, of course).

“That would be lovely, darling.”

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“I’m gonna miss the fuck outta you,” you whined, standing at the gates, your doe eyes peering up at him as you held his hands. 

“I’ll be back before you know it, love, and you can text me and call me at the end of every day. I can even fly you out to visit if you want.”

Tom was doing his best to soften the blow of him leaving; it was hard on both of you, and it was supposed to be for 2 months. 8 weeks. 56 days. You hated it. 

“Love you,” you grumbled like a child, before hugging him with all your might, trying to remember this feeling to keep you company. 

“I love you most,” he challenged, making you pull back to rest your chin on his chest before leaning up and giving him a kiss, but it turned heated quickly. 

Before it could get any more hot and heavy (because the paparazzi are VULTURES), you pulled away. 

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you replied. 

Suddenly the lady on the overhead speakers began to talk, “All first class passengers on flight 32-B to Atlanta, Georgia, is now boarding.”

“That’s me,” he sighed. 

Tears pricked your eyes unexpectantly, and before Tom could see them, you gave him one last, rib crushing hug. 

He pulled back with a smile, waving a wordless goodbye, walking away, but not without giving you one last look, mouthing the words:

‘Happy Valentine’s Day’

THANK YOU FOR 1K!!!!! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU!!!

[barclaysangel]

Where You Bean All My Life?

Okay, this is basically for the amazing @streets-in-paradise because we both love Andy and this man deserves some love and romance in his life.

This is a ship I created between Andy and my original character, Natalie Valentine. If you want some more info on, please check out this post but also ask about her because I would love to talk more about Natalie! This little oneshot kind of spawned from an idea I got of Natalie owning a coffee shop and little cute ideas of her and Andy came out of it. Lucy wanted me to write it so I decided to finally do it to cheer her up from the pain of canon (seriously, fuck canon, let Andy be happy for once!). I hope you like this, sweetface!

And everyone else who reads this, feel free to comment what you think as well and if I should continue writing more for Natalie x Andy or just Natalie in general! This is my first time writing for Natalie (also my first time posting something written involving Andy, I've written him before but never posted it since it's part of something Lucy and I are working on) so I'm both nervous and excited!

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: Cursing, suggestive themes, not proofread (*Tiffany and NicaChucky voice* proofreading is for losers!), Andy being happy and so damn in love (yes I'm making this a warning, I don't want anyone getting a heart attack from this rare sight)

Summary: Another day at work for Natalie, another day for Andy to pay her a visit, and another day for the both of them to remember how much they love each other.

This coffee shop was her baby. 

Natalie worked hard to build her cafe from the ground up. She put her time and effort into it and so far, it had paid off. She owned “Short and Steamy Cafe”, a name that still made her giggle because she enjoyed people’s reactions whenever she would tell them what it was called. 

Even though Natalie owned the shop, she still worked there quite frequently. The cafe was her pride and joy, she enjoyed dedicating her time into it and making sure personally that business was going well. Besides, making coffee and baking were a really good stress reliever for her. And she loved seeing her customers pleased with whatever drink or baked goods she came up with. 

Today was another day where she was working. She felt almost at peace, humming under her breath as she stood behind the register. It was the slow part of the day, not a lot of customers bustling through. Natalie appreciated those times, where she could breathe in the scent of coffee and warm food in the air and allow herself to be calm. It was perfect. 

Well, what cemented the perfection was the person who walked through the doors in that moment. 

Andy Barclay.

God, even thinking of his name made her heart flutter. And the sight of him made her damn near swoon where she stood. 

“Hey there, handsome.” Natalie all but purred as she playfully smirked at him. 

“Isn’t wrong to flirt with customers?” Andy asked lightly, his own smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“Not when I’m the boss and the customer is my favorite one that I go home to every night,” she retorted and reveled in his lovely sounding chuckle, “now, what can I get ya?” 

Andy thought about it for a moment before looking at her. “Surprise me.” 

Natalie couldn’t help but to smirk again. “I never thought you’d say something like that outside of the bedroom.” 

“Natalie!” He quickly scolded her, his face flushing red from her comment. 

She couldn’t help but to giggle at his reaction and held her hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry, I’m stopping.” She giggled again under her breath before quickly shaking her head when she noticed Andy taking out his wallet. “Nope, it’s on the house.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Nat, no, this is the third time this week, I have to pay you. I don’t want to be bad for business.” 

“Oh, please, you’ll barely put a dent,” She waved him off, “consider it as a boyfriend discount.” 

“It’s not a discount if it’s free!” Andy said in exasperation tone, a ghost of a smile on his face. 

“Just go and wait for your damn drink, Andy!” Natalie  smiled and chuckled, nudging her head to the side so he could wait to get his drink. 

He seemed to have given up, rolling his eyes and starting to walk off…until he quickly shoved two five dollar bills into the tip jar and then proceeded to walk away from the register. 

“Andrew!” Natalie nearly exclaimed, staring at him in surprise with her mouth open. “That’s too much for one coffee!” 

“Just helping business, babe.” Andy said with a smirk, the son of a bitch knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to do anything about it. 

Fuck, he drove her insane. 

And she loved every minute of it. 

Natalie got one of her employees to tend to the next customer so she could go make Andy’s drink. She always enjoyed being the one to make his drinks, having told him before that she always made them with love. They always got a laugh out of Andy, and then his cheeks would turn that pretty shade of pink, making her want to take a picture so it’ll last longer. It was something she nearly said out loud right now because she could feel her man staring at her as she began making his coffee. 

Good lord, everything he did made her like a school girl having a crush. They had been dating for a year now, she thought that would shift into something else. But no, she still had a crush on him and was in love with him. 

Was this what love felt like? Natalie thought to herself. She was almost certain that it was. Her mother would say that love was supposed to set someone free. Well, she did feel free whenever she was with Andy. Free to be herself without facing any judgement, knowing that she’ll be accepted and loved no matter what. 

Then again, it’s not like her mother always had the best advice. Natalie did stop listening to her years ago. But maybe, just maybe, she was right on this one. 

Natalie hummed under her breath a song that was ringing through her head as she decided to make two drinks, one for Andy and one for herself. She combined different flavors together, pumpkin and caramel, personal favorites of hers, before finishing up one drink. She took a little extra time with Andy’s, finishing up the final touch. She took the foam and carefully crafted a heart on the top of coffee. 

Foam art was something Natalie was quite good at, it wasn’t a secret. She has done foam art for most of her customers, particularly during holidays where she’d make a pumpkin for Halloween or a snowman for Christmas, but especially to Andy. With him, it would range from a little smiley face, a rose, his own name, or just a simple “HI!” being enthusiastically drawn on there. 

Today, it was a heart because he was making her own heart race with his gaze on her at all times and the fact that he had stolen her heart years ago. 

Wow, maybe I really am cheesy.

“Here, love.” Natalie left the counter to hand him his coffee, holding her own coffee in her other hand. “I’m taking my break now, you’re stuck with me for the next fifteen minutes.” 

“You sure your boss would be okay with that?” Andy joked before looking at the foam art she left on his drink. She immediately got the response that she wanted, her boyfriend blushing and smiling at the little heart. “Jesus, you’re so good at this!” 

Natalie smiled shyly, always feeling bashful when it came to her art. “C’mon, Andy, a beginner could make a foam heart. It’s not that impressive. Maybe next time I’ll make you an anatomically accurate foam heart.” 

He paused for a moment. “That…actually sounds terrifying but also somehow romantic? What the fuck?” 

She immediately giggled and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, taking his free hand in hers to guide him over to one of the tables. It was their usual area where they would sit whenever Natalie was on break or not even working. They could sit there for hours and talk about anything that came into mind. 

How could she have somehow found peace in her chaotic life with someone she never expected? Someone that was supposed to be her enemy? 

Well, fuck the rules. Natalie never liked them anyway. She preferred to do whatever the hell she wanted…and whoever she wanted too. 

“You know, you’re here so often I might as well hire you.” She said with a playful smile after she sat down, watching Andy sit down in front of her. 

“Oh, I’m not so sure, I heard that workplace romances can get quite messy.” Andy joked back and took a sip of his coffee. He closed his eyes, humming in delight, before opening them again. “Holy shit, where do you come up with these flavors?” 

“What can I say? My brain can be very creative!” Natalie said proudly, a sly smile dancing on her lips before sipping her own drink. Fuck, he was right, this was good. “Maybe I should add this on the menu.” She mused out loud. 

“You absolutely should, this is fucking great.” He praised her again, making her grin and nudge her foot against his and he did the same thing back. 

“Andy honey, wanna hear a joke?” She asked excitedly, the joke she came up with having been on her mind for hours and wanting desperately to tell someone. 

Andy playfully groaned, about to take another sip before halting his motion. “Oh god…” 

“Come on, it’s a good one!” Natalie giggled, knowing that her boyfriend was just playing around. 

He raised an eyebrow slightly before sighing. “Alright, fine. Let’s hear it.” 

She grinned, straightening up and putting on her serious face. “What did the coffee say to the other coffee?” 

Andy sighed again, leaning against his chair and pretending that he didn’t want to participate in the joke for a few seconds. “What?” 

Natalie couldn’t fight the wide smile away from her face anymore. “Where you bean all my life?” 

“Oh my god…” Andy put his face in one hand while his girlfriend all but cackled, high-pitched giggles escaping her lips from her own joke, “that was so bad…” 

“No it wasn’t! I can see you smiling!” She quickly retorted, having caught onto the smile he was trying to hide with his hand. 

“That was a smile of pain.” He threw back at her but she could see him smiling more despite his words. 

Natalie rolled her eyes, giggling some more. “Whatever, as if you can do better!” 

“Maybe not in a joke, but I could in a pickup line.” Her boyfriend said, immediately capturing her attention. 

“Oooh, tell me, tell me, tell me!” She repeatedly childishly, leaning forward to eagerly hear whatever pickup line Andy had in his arsenal. 

He chuckled under his breath, growing bashful now that Natalie was putting him on the spot but then he finally spoke. “Did you sit on some sugar?” 

Natalie raised an eyebrow, not knowing where this was going but was certainly intrigued. “Hmmm, why?” 

Just like Natalie when she was telling her joke, Andy couldn’t help but to smirk. “Because you have a sweet ass.” 

She tried to keep a straight face but quickly failed, dropping her head as she began giggling hysterically again. She could hear Andy laughing as well, that sweet and shy laugh that always had her quietly fawning over how cute her boyfriend was. 

“Okay, I’ll give you that, that was a pretty good pickup line,” Natalie said after she managed to control her laughter, “and pretty accurate too, I was baking earlier so I probably actually have sugar on my ass!” 

“That explains it!” Andy teased, making her lightly kick his leg and just like earlier, he returned the action while they both laughed again. 

Eventually, they settled back into a peaceful moment, the both of them embracing the silence in the air that flowed between them. They drank some more of their coffee, their feet still touching because Natalie had to be physically touching Andy in some way at all times, whether it be their shoulders brushed against one another or her hand down the back pocket of his jeans. She couldn’t help herself, she just loved feeling him. 

After a few more minutes of them being quiet, Andy spoke up. “What do you want for dinner tonight, love?” 

“Baby, you could make Kraft Mac n Cheese and I’ll be happy.” Natalie replied truthfully, making her boyfriend chuckle. 

“Don’t tempt me, I still have a few boxes left.” He joked lightly, reaching his hand out and she placed her hand in his. 

“Maybe I could make some dumplings.” She suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. 

“I love your dumplings, but I know that you did a lot of baking today, you deserve a break.” He replied before thinking about it for a moment. “Why don’t we just order in some pizza?” 

Natalie nodded and smiled. “Sure, I could eat some pizza. Especially if it’s pepperoni.”

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll get you your pepperoni pizza.” Andy said while chuckling, rubbing his thumb against her knuckles in comforting circles. 

She stared at him for a moment, her heart once again pounding in her chest. She felt giddy, like she was falling in love over and over again over the smallest thing. 

Maybe this was what love really felt like. Feeling like it was the first time even if it’s happened a million times. Every touch, every look, every word making Natalie realize how lucky she was to have Andy. He made her world stop spinning and made her feel like there was no one else, just the two of them. There was no pain, no sorrow, no suffering. There was only love, happiness, and joy. 

She wanted to live in this world forever and never leave. 

Natalie stood up from her chair and leaned over the table, Andy doing the same and his lips meeting hers halfway. She still held his hand as they kissed softly, her other hand reaching up to cup his cheek and feeling him smile lightly against her mouth before pulling away slightly to look at him. 

“I love you.” Natalie whispered to him, staring into his hazel eyes that always made her melt. 

Andy smiled happily back at her, turning his head to plant a kiss on the palm of her hand that was resting on his cheek. “Not as much as I love you.” 

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“Longing for Attention” Illumi x Reader

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“I swear I’ll haunt you in your sleep, Zoldyck! ‘Ya hear me, boy?!”

A body thudded as this man’s speech was cut short. A tired Illumi Zoldyck came calmly walking towards his target with the straightest face ever. Even at the sight of blood, darker than any he had seen, his lips remained neutral and his eyes remained half-lidded as they were. The sound of the mini heel on his green loafers echoed as he continued to approach the deceased man before him. The ballroom was completely empty, leaving Illumi all by himself for who knows why and what else could happen.

Being a bounty hunter was challenging in itself but being a bounty hunter and dating an assassin is a totally different story. Criminals began to spread the word of your alliance with the Zoldycks and formed many gangs to retaliate against you both. Both of you have been shot at, stabbed a few times, and even been robbed! After being robbed at gunpoint and dealing with trauma, it nearly made you quit your job because of the stress and life endangering events faced almost everyday but for Illumi, it didn’t phase him at all. Not in the slightest. After being robbed of his engagement ring, he simply went to another jewelry store and bought another. He did not cry, quiver, or shutter.

After Illumi phoned his father and gave him a brief overview of his success, he proceeded to the exit. The light flickered, giving the impression that an eerie figure stood at the end of the hallway. Electricity hummed the closer someone approached it, sounding like a fly trying to find its way back outside. An atmosphere like this one did not bother Illumi in the slightest but he did not like being there no longer tha needed.

“Y/n! Y/n! I know you can hear me!”

“Now is not the time to play around. We need to vacate the premises immediately,” He thought to himself. He began to bang on doors, opened them up, and yelled your name to the heavens trying to find you.

“Oh! I know,” he said out loud, snapping his fingers.

He opened a tracking app on his iPhone that displayed all of his contacts that had recently shared their location with him. Once he began the search, it revealed that you were 400 kilometers away. Tracking your phone was something he did every time he could not find you. At times it was adorable and sometimes it was weird and intrusive. Illumi’s intrusive behavior stems from his mother, Kikyo and no matter how you put it, it is very unhealthy. Caring can easily turn into an obsession that can make you do unsound things.

“Illumi! I am in the bathroom. Can you give me a second,” you ask, slightly irritated, washing your hands quickly. You did not want to keep him waiting any longer. It was always a mystery if it was his anger or anxiety that prompted him to bust the door down just to make sure you were safe. Poor Illumi Zoldyck. His expression of love and how he cared for others was rather odd and unusual. It is safe to say that you were the best thing that has happened to him.

As you open the door, he stands with his long arms crossed in a huff, his long legs creating an upside down “V” shape gazing at you a slightly angry about your disappearance halfway through the mission.

“Where were you,” he asked, moving closer to you. “While I had to complete both of our jobs, you have been playing around in the bathroom.”

“Illumi, you’re—“

“Shhh—“ He placed his index finger over your mouth, bending down at eye level, and smiled devilishly. “—I’ll still pay you but you owe me a favor.”

“—But I wasn’t playing in the bathroom!”

As you were pleading your case, Illumi nonchalantly typed away on his phone. He quickly showed you his screen that listed your every step within the last few hours. It displayed where you were, the longitude and latitude, who you spoke with, and if you took any pictures. You had no idea that a smartphone could disclose so much personal information and since you have shared your location with him, he has access to it all.

“—Care to tell the truth?” Illumi raised his left eyebrow, using his somewhat intimidating tactic used when he was a child.

“Fine. Ugh! Why do you have to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“You’re…too overprotective. Give me some space sometime! Hell, you might be pleased to know where I was.”

“Pleased?! I nearly had a heart attack when I realized you were not by my side! Are you satisfied that my heart weakens everyday?”

“You’re so dramatic. You might want to take up acting, you know.”

“Ha, ha, so funny,” he said flatly.

As you roll your eyes in irritation, Illumi closes the leftover space between you two. Still bent over at eye level, he places his large hand on your cheek, blinks twice, while his straight face remains. His cold hearted personality seemed to always overshadow his body but all of his warmth seemed to be omitting from his palm.

“I care about you deeply. I cannot have you running away doing God knows what while we are on a dangerous mission like this one.”

“Illumi, I—“ He places his index finger over your mouth again, shushing you as he continues to, as they say, pour his heart out for once.

“I understand that you are a bounty hunter, but if I’m being honest it is a much different line of work than being an assassin. It is my job to care for you while I complete some of the harshest tasks on Earth.”

“I’m not a child, Illumi. Do you want to know what I was doing? Those longitude and latitude readings are very wrong, by the way.”

“Huh? Ok…where were you then?”

Still, your face was placed in his palm, his large eyes staring in yours somehow made you feel lost. Your delayed answer made his palm involuntarily tighten.

“I bought you this pocket sized white teddy bear…?” This statement was propositioned as a question rather than a statement because you were afraid of how he’d react. He was already startled and giving him a plushie would only make it worse. Instead of reacting calmly he would assume that giving him a plushie would imply that he was weak.

“…Valentine’s Day is a few days and I know you’ll be in Las Vegas handling business so I decided to buy you something that will remind you of me while you’re away.”

The small plushie was a white teddy bear holding a heart. It’s eyes were as big as Illumi’s. Before you could hold it up to him, he grabbed it rather gently, stood up straight, and held it in front of his eyes for examination. He turned it around a few times as if it was on a rotator. He placed his index finger inside of the keychain loop and finally smiled. He placed this small object against his heart just before he bent down to meet your eyes once again.

“I always think of you. Come to think of it, that must be why my shots have been off.”

His face scrunches in a humorous way. As usual, his smile fades away and returns to his neutral look. Illumi’s silence signaled that his mind was running a million miles a minute. So many questions and feelings begged to be released but something was preventing him from doing so. You could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to suffocate you with a bear hug but he wouldn’t do it. He has been trained to think that assassins do not need friends, cannot express their feelings, and can only do what is needed to get the job done. It’s ironic; the Zoldyck children are not allowed to have friends but they are allowed to have lovers only so they can reproduce and keep their legacy alive. Love has no part in their marriages; they are only contracts, literally. As in love as Kikyo and Silva were (and still are), it would seem like they’d emphasize the importance of love to their children. As a result, they all have adopted an odd way of showing affection for others.

In this instant, Illumi’s face appeared to be more endearing than before. His face had darkened significantly, his cheeks were fatter like they were stuffed slightly, and his eyes twinkled. You smiled as you have truly found the key to his heart. All this young man wanted and truly desired was to be loved not for his abilities or job, but for him and only him. Your warm hands, now on his cheeks, felt overwhelmed with warmth. Just the sight of him at that moment was breathtaking. The flickering power, the unrest souls in the next room of his targets, and the eerie atmosphere seem to fade while you gazed into his eyes. Pressing his cheeks together, puckering his lips was indeed both an amusing and cute sight to behold.

“You are so adorable, Illumi. Did you know that? This “bad boy” behavior and clutching a teddy bear is too much to take in. I might just send a photo to your mother. She’ll screech and tell the entire world.”

“You wouldn’t dare do that ,” he said, words muffled; lips still puckered. He seemed to flush more and more every time you’d remind him of how vulnerable he is right now.

“Try me!”

“Mother would just embarrass me, you know that!”

“I know. Then I’d be able to see the sweet, soft assassin that I see now. All warm and cuddly. I’m sure you just want to sit in the back seat of your Dodge and just fall fast asleep, am I right?”

“I plead the 5th,” he said flatly.

“I was right! Ha, ha!”

“Would you pipe down already?”

Illumi’s right hand was placed directly behind his torso carelessly pressed against his lower back. He appeared to be in pain but made no mistake. If asked about it, he’d lie just to debunk any statements about him being weak.

“What is in your hand? Let me see it.” Your demanding tone turned into one that a mother has, specifically Kikyo.

“It’s nothing,” he said, slightly wincing in pain.

“Let me see it now, Illumi or I swear I’ll—-“

“Fine! Fine! Just don’t make a big deal about it, alright?”

A promise is a promise; that is what you said to Illumi as you agreed to not over react once you saw his hand. A healed bruise nearly scarred the entire base part of his hand. A light red dotted cut looked as if someone took a exacto knife and grazed it. You gazed back into his eyes. He looked hurt; longing for attention for a cut that had already healed. As childish as it may seem, just the slightest bit of attention is something he craved, even if something like this had been healed a long time ago. Him wincing was something he conjured up to grasp your attention. He raised his hand in front of your mouth, leaving it bent for you to grab.

“Do you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?”

“Please,” he replies, smiling slightly again.

The touch of your soft, moist lips made his smile grow larger, his cheeks flushing yet again. A few overlapped lipstick stains remained on his hand, something he might get tattooed so everyone knew who he belonged to.

“Why can’t you be this way every time we finish missions? We could have sooo much fun.”

“If I have too much fun, I’d abandon my remaining missions and father would not like that at all. He might even put out a contract on me.”

You sigh somberly. Illumi had his moments of anger, roughness, and kept his distance but moments like this, where he wasn’t afraid to allow his softer side resurface made you feel content as if you completed a mission of your own. Gazing into his eyes one more time, they sparkled greatly.

“At least I can enjoy this while it lasts.”