#if you couldn't tell beat is my favorite partner of course

[htpssgavi]

pleaseee bestfriends to lovers with gavi🙏🙏🙏

hiii!!! Sorry it took me that much to write it😭😭

Best Friends to Lovers

Gavi and y/n had been best friends for as long as he could remember. Growing up in the same vibrant neighborhood in Barcelona, they shared everything from childhood secrets to teenage dreams. Now at nineteen, Gavi was making a name for himself as a talented footballer at FC Barcelona, while y/n, eighteen, was finishing high school and making waves as a rising star in volleyball.

Their bond was unbreakable, a blend of deep friendship and mutual respect. They were always there for each other, through the highs and lows, laughter and tears. But lately, something had shifted. Gavi couldn't deny the way his heart raced when y/n was around, the way his eyes lingered on her a bit longer than before, the way her touch sent shivers down his spine.

One breezy spring evening, after a particularly exhausting match, Gavi decided to unwind with y/n. They agreed to visit their favorite spot—a quiet beach just outside Barcelona. It was their haven, a place where they could escape the world and just be themselves.

As they walked along the sandy shore, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the waves, Gavi couldn't help but steal glances at y/n. She looked more beautiful than ever, her eyes reflecting the warm hues of the sunset, her smile radiant. His heart swelled with a mixture of affection and longing he could no longer ignore.

"Do you remember when we first came here?" y/n asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

"Of course," Gavi replied with a smile. "We were just kids, and we thought this beach was a hidden treasure. We even made a pact to keep it our secret spot."

Y/n laughed, the sound like music to Gavi's ears. "And we've kept that promise all these years. This place still feels magical."

They found a spot near the water and sat down, the serene atmosphere enveloping them. For a while, they watched the waves gently lapping at the shore, the scene as peaceful as their friendship had always been. But tonight, Gavi felt a sense of urgency, a need to say what he'd been holding back for too long.

"Y/n, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with nervousness.

She turned to him, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of concern. "What is it, Gavi?"

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "We've been best friends for so long, and you've always been there for me. But recently, I've realized something… something more. I can't keep it to myself any longer."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. "What do you mean?"

Gavi reached for her hand, his touch gentle but firm. "I love you, y/n. Not just as a friend, but as someone I want to share my life with. I've been afraid to tell you because I didn't want to risk our friendship, but I can't hide it anymore."

Tears filled y/n's eyes as she listened, her heart pounding in her chest. "Gavi, I… I love you too. I've felt this way for a while but was too scared to say anything."

Relief and joy washed over Gavi as he pulled her into his arms. They stayed like that for a while, holding each other as the sun dipped below the horizon, their hearts beating in sync.

From that moment on, their relationship changed. They were no longer just best friends; they were partners, lovers, soulmates. Gavi's career continued to soar, and y/n's volleyball skills flourished, each of them supporting and inspiring the other. They traveled together, explored new places, and built a life filled with love, laughter, and countless shared moments.

Their bond, once a simple friendship, had grown into something beautiful and profound. Through every challenge and triumph, they stood by each other's side, their love growing stronger with each passing day.

And so, beneath the ever-present Catalonian sky, Gavi and y/n wrote the chapters of their love story, forever intertwined, forever in love. Their journey together was a testament to the power of love and the beauty of finding a soulmate in the most unexpected places.

[win-writes]

𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘦

༶ contains: fluff, overwhelmed!jouno, jouno using mobility cane, established relationship

༶ word count: 0.8k

༶ a/n: based on this post that got way more attention than i thought! i feel like jouno's disability isn't talked about enough throughout the manga, so I'm trying my best to make up for it! always open to constructive criticism by anyone who can help me be more accurate when writing for jouno

To say working as a Hunting Dog isn't easy, would be an understatement. Especially for the man who depends on his sharp hearing to make up for his lost vision. Sure, it comes really handy when it comes to interrogations or investigations, but it's times like this very moment when Jouno feels as if he's no different than an average human being with the same disability as his.

After a tiring week full of missions, Jouno finally has the chance to spend some time with his dear darling. Your date at your favorite café filled your heart with so much joy and warmth that only he could bring you. Of course, the same goes for him.

On your way home, unfortunately for your boyfriend, the streets are relatively busy. Countless cars passing by, crowds chattering, loud music from the local shops. Smoking cigarettes, a plethora of perfumes and scents. All kinds of sounds and smells attack Jouno's senses, making it difficult for him to navigate on his own.

"Baby, are you sure you're okay?" your voice is filled with worry for your partner, who can't seem to be able to hide how overwhelmed his surroundings make him feel. He gives you one of his soft genuine smiles "Yes my love. I'm just tired, that's all"

You may not have the ability to hear his breathing, but you know Jouno like the back of your hand, you don't need to put much effort to tell he's lying "It's alright" you caress his back ever so softly and Jouno swears he can feel his heart melt at your loving touch "do you need help?"

Much to his displeasure, Jouno knows he can't take more than two steps forward with the amount of information he has to process to do such a simple thing like walking home. He simply nods his head to you, too proud to admit out loud that he indeed needs guidance to continue.

You detach your hand away from his back to reach out for your bag. The loss of contact forces Jouno's hand to subconsciously tug on your arm, ensuring you are right next to him "I'm right here baby" a simple sentence like this is enough to cancel every backround noise for a moment and fill Jouno's ears with nothing but your lovely voice.

You're quick to take out his cane, carefully unwrapping it before handing it to him "There you go my love" Jouno lets out a quiet sigh before taking his cane in his hand. You don't fail to notice the change in his expression, his sad closed eyelids, his smile turning into a thin line and his head slightly titling down.

You know how stubborn your boyfriend is and how he easily lets his pride get the best of him at times. Combined to how exhausted he is right now, it's only natural for him to feel self conscious about his current public presentation.

You gently wrap your arm around his own "It's okay" you whisper before placing a kiss on his cheek "Are you ready to go my love?"

A wave of sharply edged euphoria washes over him at your affections. His smile slowly takes its place back on his lips, before turning his face to your side "Of course angel"

With your arms perfectly linked together and the assistance of his tool, you successfully make it pass the sea of people, steadily gaining distance from the lively street. Throughout the whole way, Jouno felt his heart skipping numerous beats every time your delicate fingers drew random patterns on his limb. Normally he would tease you for being so openly affectionate, but today he couldn't help but just let himself enjoy your warmth and love for as long as he possibly can.

At last, the noise eases and the fog inside jouno's mind finally clears away. He sighs with a smile on his face, relieved that the world around him finally starts making sense again.

"Feeling better?"

His arm that was previously wrapped by your hand now moves to rest on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You giggle at the way your noses brush against each other, sending a jolt of pleasure to his entire body.

Jouno could never imagine himself being so vulnerable around anyone. Throughout his whole life, he had to live in constant alert to danger; both as a criminal executive and as a hunting dog. Never once in his life did he believe someone as pure as you would take him in and shower him with so much love to finally allow him to have his moments of weakness.

"Much better"

He whispers before capturing your lips into a sweet kiss, thanking his lucky stars for sending him an angel like yourself to lighten up his days and helping him escape the darkness that surrounds him when he needs it the most.

[half-oz-eddie]

"You know what's my favorite part of listening to a song on repeat?"

"What's that?" Steve curiously asked.

Billy didn't respond immediately. He continued to nod his head to the music, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette. "You always know it's coming back. You can listen to it as many times as you want and it never leaves you."

Steve could tell this sudden analogy was coming from a place of hurt. He glanced over at the calendar on his wall.

Oh. That's what this is all about. It was Billy's mother's birthday.

Her birthday fell right before Valentine's Day, and Billy remembered how she used to tell him that he was her greatest gift, and her little valentine.

She never wanted presents. She only wanted him to dance with her. And every year, he did. Until the dancing stopped one day, because mommy would be a little too sad and tired, and then, mommy was gone.

Billy had nobody to dance with for a long time.

"I like this song." Steve replied. "Y'wanna dance?"

"I don't dance, Steve." He spat.

Liar.

"You don't? Or you can't?"

Billy cut his eyes at Steve. "I never said I couldn't."

Steve let out a melodramatic sigh, folding his arms and turning away. "Well, I don't believe you. You're probably a terrible dancer."

"No I'm not!" Billy argued. "I dance way better than you do!" He stood, emphatically waving his arms as he shouted. "All you do is this stupid little shimmy and two-step." Billy demonstrated, causing Steve to laugh.

"Hey, my stupid little shimmy looks pretty good when you do it."

"I told you I know how to dance."

Steve's smile faded as his expression turned serious. " Then...why don't you want to dance with me?"

Billy shrugged. "I don't...dance with anyone, okay?" He painfully admitted. "I haven't since my mom left."

"I understand. I guess I'll do my stupid shimmy by myself since you don't wanna teach me any better dance moves." Steve stood, shaking his hips."

Billy scoffed. "You're not even on beat!" He grabbed Steve. "I'm gonna show you one time, so pay attention."

Steve nodded.

Billy replayed the song and held onto Steve's hips. "Follow my lead."

"Okay."

"One...two...one...two." They two-stepped, following the beat.

Steve decided to drop the act. and grabbed onto Billy, taking the lead.

"Oh, you sly son of a bitch." Billy smirked. "You knew how to dance all along."

"Course I did, babe. My parents made me take ballroom dancing classes as a kid."

Billy wrapped his arms around Steve's neck and they kissed as they swayed side to side.

Maybe having a new dance partner wasn't the end of the world, after all.

For @darleenjade ❤️ Happy Valentine’s Day~

[talesofesther]

sweet calamity | ch 5

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that's destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it's easier said than done.

A/N: I think this might be my favorite chapter yet. Let me know what you think. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 4 here

The clock on your bedside table read 1:16 AM. It was a little late, but also the only time when, technically, everyone was asleep.

You snuck out — well not really, considering you're not leaving the school, only your dorm — with careful and calculated steps, you made your way down the dark stairs and to the quad.

The reason for that, is that a particular flower you want to add to the quad's flowerbed only blooms at night. And you need to make sure that its color fits in well with the rest of the plants already there. Maybe it was futile and maybe it was your perfectionist side speaking, but you genuinely wanted the place to look nice when you were done.

Or you were just taking any small excuse you could get to keep your mind busy.

You could use your abilities if you wanted to, make the flower bloom during the day so you could see it in its full glory, but it didn't sit well with your heart to disturb its natural cycle.

So here you were, in your pajamas, shivering because of course you forgot your jacket, sneaking out into the night only to watch a few flowers bloom. It reminded you of the times that you'd do the same thing when staying over at your grandparents when you were younger; a smaller you hugging a huge cardigan around your shoulders, your bare feet feeling the grass between your toes as you sat down on the lawn and just waited for it to slowly happen.

The moon was high in the sky when you reached the quad, almost full and casting a pleasant glow for you. The air was cold, much colder than it was during the day but there was a certain comfort to it, you realized.

You closed your eyes for a moment, tilting your head up and breathing in deeply.

Quiet moments like these have always been some of your favorites.

She would probably enjoy it too.

Your mind drifted. You opened your eyes only to see a blanket of stars above you; endless, timeless.

Maybe she would complain about the colors, but you'd gladly add a few black flowers to the mix if she asked you to.

You shook your head, scolding yourself for missing someone who wasn't even yours, to begin with.

Five days ago, Wednesday found out you are her soulmate, and you haven't spoken with her since. It could be wishful thinking, but sometimes you had the feeling that she wanted to speak with you, however, you didn't feel much ready for that. The changes were small, like finding a new partner for a few classes that you used to sit with her, taking the longer path to some of them so you wouldn't end up bumping into her; little things to postpone what was most likely inevitable — you live in the same place after all, it was bound to happen — but for now, you didn't know what else you could do, other than avoid her.

With a soft sigh, you sat down on the ground, eyes fixed on your flowers in the middle of the quad. You hugged your knees close to your chest… and waited.

The night was serene, you could hear the rustling of leaves in the distance, crickets singing, and music.

A beat passed, and you frowned.

Music?

The melody was a little distant, but not much, you could hear it pretty clearly; soft notes coming from the cords of a cello.

You couldn't put a name to the song even if you tried, but you could tell it wasn't a happy one. The melody was somber; not creepy though, closer to sorrowful. It comes from the tallest room in Ophelia Hall, echoing through Nevermore's corners and undoubtedly waking a few students from their slumber.

You know it's Wednesday. Enid has complained to you about her cello solos in the dead of night one too many times already.

If you close your eyes and focus hard enough, you can picture her fingers moving with the cords, shaping the notes of the song.

From your spot on the quad, you look up at what you can see of the half-colorful round window. You stay there until her song ends and a little bit after, part of you knows she's still out there too. In times like these it feels like the universe is fighting to keep you close to Wednesday; you wonder when it'll see reason and give up — though secretly, part of you doesn't want it to. Because you could pretend you shared this little moment with her, after all, it was just you and her who were awake and out at this hour.

The thought of somehow feeling connected to her made you smile.

—

Wednesday dragged out the end notes of her song, the tip of her fingers burning and stinging over the cords; a pleasant, grounding feeling.

Thing closed her sheet music book, gesturing softly at her after.

"That's a silly question," Wednesday told him, setting aside her cello, "considering I have nothing to be worried about."

The disembodied hand gestured again, causing Wednesday to narrow her eyes at him.

"Her childish behavior does not bother me, I'm not sure why you would even assume that." She huffed, looking away from him with a clenched jaw, "she's the one who chose to keep it from me in the first place, so if she wants to keep her distance now…"

Wednesday breathed in deeply, she got up from her chair, and walked over to the edge of the balcony to let the cold wind kiss her cheeks, "it's just less work for me," she finished then.

Wednesday feels stuck in limbo sometimes, she doesn't understand the weight on her chest whenever she thinks of you, can't decide on how to feel about you nor why she even cares at all. She detests not knowing things, yet when it comes to soul bonds and flower perfumes, she sees herself walking blindfolded on a tightrope.

Thing came to her side carefully, he tapped her elbow, waiting until Wednesday's dark eyes settled on him. He gestured gently, his fingertips tapping the back of her hand once he finished.

In a quick move, Wednesday pulled her hand back and took a step away from him. She shook her head, breathing in deeply. "That could never be true," she pointed a finger at him, "say it again and I'll pick out each of your nails."

Wednesday turned around and walked back inside, leaving Thing alone in the night; but she laid in bed wide awake, staring at her ceiling for hours on end until the first birds started singing, his words replaying over and over in her mind.

———

The tall doors of the fencing room creaked when Wednesday pushed them open, the sunlight coming from the huge windows reflected on the pristine white walls and made the clashing blades shine.

The Addams girl walked between her peers, helmet in hand and chin held high. She could see their teacher instructing Xavier on his poor stance, holding his own blade in the correct position so the boy could copy. Wednesday scoffed when he failed again. He should stick to the bow and arrow, she thought.

Wednesday's gaze still looked for you in the crowds — while the teacher was busy getting frustrated with Xavier, she found you adjusting your uniform in the far corner of the spacious room.

She stalked closer, closing the distance between you and her. Your eyes found hers just before you lowered your helmet on your head and Wednesday could almost see the way your breathing faltered. She had caught you off guard.

You make to take a step back but your boot hits the wall, and it's suddenly very familiar to a recent memory that has been plaguing Wednesday's nights. She should hate you for it, for making her care about something she promised she wouldn't; but oh, she can't.

It's okay if you like her, there's nothing wrong with that.

Thing's words still echo in her mind.

Wednesday is quick to reach beside you, grabbing a blade for herself from the support on the wall and turning around to give you your desired space, because the image of you running away from her makes her stomach turn unpleasantly.

"Ready?" Bianca's voice caught Wednesday's attention and she looked up, only to see that the siren wasn't speaking with her, but with you.

You walked in front of her slowly, blade in hand as you took your stance, "yeah, ready."

Wednesday's grip on the steel handle of her own blade tightened; who was the absolute moron who paired you up with Bianca?

You were awful at fencing and Bianca was, arguably, even more competitive than Wednesday; and as much as she didn't want to admit it, the siren was good.

Your blade clashed with Bianca's for the first time, and a foreign feeling took over Wednesday's body as she watched the sparring unfold. She was restless, chest tight as she anticipated your every move.

Her lungs had a distant ache, because she's been holding her breath. Bianca's blade grazed the side of your head and Wednesday didn't know where to focus her unblinking eyes. She took a step closer when you almost lost your footing.

What the hell was happening to her?

Bianca was fast, too fast for you to follow. She striked, and you ducked out of the way but the movement caused the tip of her blade to scratch the side of your free hand.

Droplets of crimson red were quick to fall on the floor, staining the polished wood. The sharp pain made you wince, dragging your attention to the blood slowly flowing from the recent cut.

It was a blink-of-an-eye kind of thing. Bianca didn't see your wound, and you didn't see her going for the next blow until it was too late to defend yourself.

All that was heard was the loud clashing of steel against steel.

Wednesday stood in front of you, her blade holding Bianca's in place, with a look in her eyes that could send the bravest man running for the hills.

"What the hell, Wednesday?" Bianca snapped, lowering her weapon.

"This fight is clearly over," Wednesday tilted her head towards your bleeding hand, she still had her blade pointing to Bianca, daring her to object.

Bianca shifted her attention to you, her eyes softening, "shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright," you cut her off with a wave of your hand and a small, reassuring smile, "I'm alright."

"Addams," the teacher called, walking over to where you stood, "you're not allowed to interfere when other students are sparring".

Only when Wednesday saw Bianca walking away, did she lower her weapon. "Then you should learn how to properly pair up your students," she bluntly stated, raising an eyebrow at him.

The older man huffed, turning his gaze to you, "go to the infirmary." Was all he said before walking away.

You angrily took off your helmet, messing up your hair. "I had it under control," a frustrated scoff escaped you as you threw your blade to the floor. You refused to look up and meet Wednesday's eyes.

"Obviously not," she countered, "given how she was about to impale you with her sword had I not stepped in."

"Whatever, it's not like I asked for your help," you argued back a little too loudly and felt warmth rush to your cheeks when it attracted a few curious glances.

Wednesday flinched at your sudden tone, blinking a couple of times. You never snapped like that. After a beat of silence, she tried reaching out, "let me see it."

Only for you to take a big step back, holding your bleeding hand close to your chest as if trying to protect it. This distance, this brick wall you were trying to build up between you and her; it got Wednesday striving to keep her face impassive, to pretend like it wasn't taking away her sleep.

"I don't need you pretending like you care, Wednesday," you told her quietly, turning around to walk to the door, and Wednesday watched you leave. Again.

Her classmates were anything but subtle with the way they watched the two of you, no doubt wondering what about you was so special that prompted Wednesday to do what she had just done. To be honest, she was wondering the same thing.

With each of your steps — morning sunlight bathing you aureate as you walked — Wednesday could feel the thudding beat of her heart against her ribs, trying to escape her, trying to go after you.

Wednesday closed her eyes, mumbling a thousand curses under her breath as she shot down her ego. Damn you. She discarded her blade and helmet, hurrying to fall into step beside you.

"You're mine even if I don't want you to be," she forced out, sparing a single annoyed glance at you; her hand took hold of yours in a strong grip as she pulled you along, "I'm not letting anything happen to you."

—

The cut on your hand wasn't big, but the antiseptic still stung like a bitch.

You sat on one of the hospital beds of the infirmary, swinging your feet back and forth as the nurse wrapped a small bandage around your hand.

Wednesday was leaning back against the wall to your right, you could feel the weight of her eyes on you, unmoving; you felt like a deer under a panther's gaze.

But that analogy didn't work, did it?

You dare to steal a glance at her; you catch her straightening her posture, clearly not expecting you to do what you just did. Her eyelashes kiss the corner of her cheeks as she looks down at her boots, her arms crossed over her chest. There's something about her that wasn't there before, you just can't put your finger on it yet.

I'm not letting anything happen to you.

Why? You thought to yourself as you looked back at your hand, the white gauze now slowly turning a soft shade of pink. Why did she have to say that?

"You can come back later to change it one more time if you want to, but you should be fine by tomorrow," the nurse gently told you.

"Thank you, I will," you smiled, flexing your hand to test if the pain was still there. It was.

The older woman smiled back, before turning around to attend to a vampire girl who's accidentally eaten garlic.

You didn't move, only pursed your lips and gripped the edge of the bed; you had a feeling of what would happen next.

And it did.

Wednesday pushed herself away from the wall, her steps slow as she came to stand in front of you. She stopped closer than you thought she would.

"Lemon and salt will help," Wednesday told you.

Your head instantly snapped up to look at her, you frowned, eyes a tad too wide. "It'll sting like hell."

There's a ghost of a smile on Wednesday's lips that she never intended for you to see. She reached a hand to you, slowly, carefully, half expecting you to reject her touch again.

You didn't, and you're not sure why. But you did hold your breath before she even touched you.

She took hold of your injured hand, her fingers holding yours with a gentleness even she didn't know she was capable of. Wednesday turns your hand around, and somehow she knows you're back in that moment too.

She gulped, her thumb brushing over the dried blood stain on your uniform; "for the stain," Wednesday simply said.

"Oh," is all you can breathe out, afraid to break the spell that's holding this moment.

You allow yourself to savor her touch just for a second more before pulling your hand back.

Wednesday didn't comment on it, she refused to acknowledge the effect you have on her. She sets her jaw tight before saying; "I've been meaning to apologize."

You raised an eyebrow at her.

"For what I said when we first met," she continued, and you closed your eyes, because you were done crying.

"Had I known it was you I'd-"

"You what?" You interrupted her. "You'd tell me I'm not a burden? Or maybe that I shouldn't grow attached to you because you hated me before even knowing me?"

Wednesday's lips parted yet no words came out. This is wrong, this is all so wrong. She decides. This is not how our story should go.

You pushed yourself off the bed, picking up your bag to leave the infirmary.

And Wednesday follows, because that's all she can do now.

"Listen, Wednesday," you started after a sigh, pushing open the door and being welcomed with the chatter of Nevermore's busy hallways, "we can be friends if that's what you want us to be."

The students walking around you caused Wednesday to move closer, her shoulder bumping into yours with each step.

"But right now… I need time. And I need space." You shrugged, a melancholic smile coming to your lips.

Wednesday can't decide on how to feel, the thought of it brought a sour taste to her mouth. She should be glad, but that doesn't sit right with her either. And she thinks she should probably say something anyway, but before she could, someone else called out your name.

Both you and Wednesday turned to see Andrew waving animatedly to you as he molded his way between the students until he could reach you.

"Hey you," he greeted with a smile, then turned to the girl beside you, "Wednesday." He gave her a nod, and when she didn't answer, he looked back at you, "ready to present our work?"

You breathed in deeply, you hated talking in front of the class. "As I'll ever be."

"Relax, I'll be by your side the whole time." He offered.

You glanced at Wednesday before following him, the glint in your eyes resembling something akin to longing; "I'll see you around, yeah?"

Affection isn't a word Wednesday uses much, but she thinks of it a lot when it comes to you.

"Okay," she uttered quietly, and as you walked off with the guy, Wednesday managed to catch on to little bits of your next conversation;

"Hey so, you know how the Rave'n party is less than two weeks away, right? I was wondering if you'd like to go with me?" The annoying boy asked.

"Uh, yeah sure, I- I'd love to," was the last of your words that Wednesday could hear.

And she felt the strange urge to grab your hand and drag you away with her all over again.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Read ch 6 here

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

i think one of my favorite things i've seen online are couples that will gift their partners bouquets made of artificial, handmade flowers (such as being made of metal, cloth, or similar materials) and tell their partners that "when this flower dies i'll stop loving you"; considering the plant is fake, it will never die, and so they'll never stop loving. i think it's incredibly cute and sweet, even if initially it takes you off-guard if you don't process it properly LMFAO.

anyways, what about some headcanons with the bachelorettes (RSV + vanilla) about the farmer gifting them that when asking them out?

Oh, I've heard of this before. Usually it was the gift of a single rose, and the speech that it, like the giver's love for the recipient, would never wither. Pretty sweet, although a bit too sweet for me, to be honest 😅 If I was given a bouquet of goodies and snacks, that's what I'd be talking about 😁

Very cute idea though, thanks so much, dear anon, for the ask! 💕

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Stardew Valley:

Farmer thought at first that they had somehow broken Penny with their speech, for the girl froze in place without making a sound. But then they heard a sob from her, and were almost knocked down by a sharp embrace. Penny had never received anything like this before... *sniff* "Thank you, Farmer..." The teacher just overflowed with emotion, mostly happiness.

Oh, how touching and romantic! Emily had heard about this new tradition, and always thought it was a very beautiful symbol. And you can see that Farmer has put their creativity, strength and soul into this bouquet, which the blue-haired girl will cherish like a treasure. She will kiss her (already now) partner for such a gift.

Maru was also the kind of person who decided to give her friends and family unusual gifts with symbolism. More often than not, small inventions with messages. But roses that would never wilt was also a very lovely idea that melted the young ingenuity's heart instantly. Who would have thought that Farmer was such a romantic!

"Oh, stop it, you~" Though it seems like Abigail was complaining about so cheesy Farmer, there wasn't an ounce of dissatisfaction in her voice. Quite the opposite, the girl's heart began to beat even harder at the realisation that her crush had reciprocated her feelings, also proving the seriousness of their intentions with such an unusual bouquet. Of course she would accept.

It was probably the first time Haley had ever been so smitten that she couldn't get a word out. She'd had a bunch of admirers before, a whole line of them, but none of them had ever done anything like this to her. The girl's face would be as red as a tomato and she would turn away slightly, but then look at Farmer again with a tender and loving gaze before agreeing to date.

Leah laughed after Farmer finished their speech. "All poets around me," the artist thought, but her cheeks were burning with fire as this gesture is really very romantic and she had had feelings for Farmer for a long time. So lest the hopeless romantic should take her laughter as something wrong, the red-haired artiste kissed them, accepting their proposal to date.

Ridgeside Village:

There's about half a minute of silence before Irene makes a sound like the whistle of a boiling kettle. You'll have to excuse her, but she's just been secretly having a crash on Farmer for a month now, and the way they invited her over and gave her such a gift was beyond her dreams. It was just like a fairy tale...

"Yeah yeah, very funny, haha. Great prank." But with every passing second, Maddie realised that Farmer had said it in complete seriousness. The unique bouquet the young lab technician was holding was already adorned with a little dew that dripped from her eyes. Is this... really what's happening?

Kiarra had been so absorbed in her new design projects lately that she didn't realise the meaning of Farmer's words when they came to visit her. She woke up with a beautiful handmade bouquet of flowers in her hands (and a very cool one at that, Farmer is a master at everything!), and only now she realised that Farmer had just asked her out. That's so... She... She's said yes.

Flor felt her cheeks blush, and the first thing the red-haired teacher did was to hide her face behind her book. Both the bouquet itself, and Farmer's speech, touched her so much that she did not know what to reply. The whole thing had rendered her speechless...

"Is it.... really for me?" Of course it's for you, Alissa, why are you asking this? Farmer literally confessed their love for you, then gave you a bouquet of handmade flowers to symbolise their love for you. Even the flowers are Alissa's favourite - Aurorean Iris. So yes, Alissa, this is for you.

Even the customers who stood near the cash register of Pika's restaurant did not dare to interfere with their orders to Corine, who stood speechless and with the symbolic bouquet in her hands. Farmer almost regretted choosing a crowded place, not wanting to put the girl under pressure. But Corine accepted the flowers with a smile, calling Farmer a hopeless romantic- Oh wait, visitors!

Faye thought that Farmer had invited her to another friendly dinner at Pika's. Except that Farmer went from pleasant reminiscences to saying that they cared for the girl, and handed her a bouquet made by their own hand, explaining the meaning of the gift. Had it not been for the table, Faye would have been ready to throw herself into Farmer's arms.

"Ah, aren't you cute~" The slight teasing was expected by Farmer (after all, that was one of Daia's appealing qualities). But what Farmer definitely didn't expect were the tears on the girl's cheeks. No one had ever given her... any gifts at all, and this. Heh, how lucky she was to have met such a friend- no, not a friend anymore, something more.

"Heh, so I predicted the future, didn't I? Maybe I should become a clairvoyant, give predictions." Blair tried to make a little joke, but she was so full of joy that she couldn't get any more words out of her mouth. It was a bouquet she would definitely put in a prominent place to remember the night Farmer had told her they loved her.

When Farmer finished their speech, Ysabelle was calm, reciprocated their feelings and accepted this unique bouquet. But as soon as Farmer distinguished themself for a moment, the girl almost jumped to the ceiling with happiness, doing pirouettes and twirling all over the hotel lobby. A bouquet that would never wilt, a love that would never fade away. Ah~

A gentle embrace, a look full of embarrassment and love, a light kiss on the cheek - Farmer was afraid that Paula would perceive their bouquet and gesture as too pathos, but the girl didn't show them a single sign that she was bored with this whole event. The military doctor only gratefully accepted the gift, examining every detail of the fake flower petal, and shifting her gentle gaze to Farmer again.

[milkyruins]

## park gunwook x reader, UNTIL LOVING YOU BECOMES HABIT ...

the zb1 debut has been a massive slay so i just had to pop by write for my favorite all-rounder ♡

summary: one chilly night while sitting on a swing set, you and gunwook talk about what could be ahead.

genre: fluff

content warnings: n/a (let me know if i missed anything pls >&lt;)

wc: ~0.4k

the late night breeze tickled your bare skin and made you curse yourself for leaving your boyfriend's warm hoodie at home. but it was okay-- your company, sat next to you on the swing set, was none other than your perfect partner, park gunwook. you could suffer through it for him. plus, after making a pit stop to the neighborhood corner store, you had your favorite drink in hand-- iced, of course.

gunwook rocked back and forth in his seat, eyes glued on you but not actually looking at you. his mind was obviously somewhere else, but you decided to wait for him to speak his mind.

his gaze finally refocused and your boy was finally back. "i-i can't wait until loving you becomes habit."

you halted in your tracks, eyes widening to saucers. in the smallest yet still audible whisper, you breathed out: "habit?"

his cheeks flushed but he pushed on. "everyday i learn something new about you and it shocks me how i didn't know about something so crucial to you, you know?" he pointed to the icy drink in your hand and frowned in his adorable manner. "like how you refuse to get a warm drink no matter how chilly it is outside. stuff like that."

he puffed his cheeks a little and it made you melt. "i want these things to be familiar to me. i want to know everything about you-- like it's clockwork!"

after your mind momentarily blanking, you cleared your throat, looking your boy dead in the eye. "that means you have to suffer through me being by your side for a very long time." you quirked your eyebrow, issuing a taunt.

he returned your stare with an equally passionate expression. "i accept your challenge."

and then you couldn't hold it in any longer. you sprung out of your seat on the swing and gave him a long, tender embrace. he chuckled as he caught you, burying himself into your scent. the quick beat of his heart rang in your ears, and you couldn't help but grin at the sound.

he was just so precious.

after a few moments of comfortable silence, gunwook let out a whisper.  "next time i start saying mushy stuff like that again, tell me to go to sleep or something. i'm not built to stay up this late."

you shove him lightly, making the swing jerk back and making you both giggle. "i want to make you my habit too." you gave his cheek a small peck and watched as it blossomed into a deep shade of red.

[demigodsanswer]

TUAP Sally showing Annabeth the baby photos in Chapter 12 but flip flop from Sally’s POV!

[ask game]

Sure, Sally had seen Percy in love before. He'd always seemed like a good, caring partner, despite not growing up with an example of a healthy relationship. But Sally could tell Annabeth was something different. She was the real deal. Percy had been attentive and devoted to her since before he'd first brought her to their apartment. Based on the heart eyes he'd been giving her all night, and the few kisses she'd caught them exchanging, she was willing to bet it was official now.

And about time.

Her baby was staying in New York, he was a principal dancer, and he had a girlfriend Sally really, really loved. Not that she hadn't loved the other ones, but Annabeth fit in with the rest of the family, and she lit up Estelle's world almost as much as she lit up Percy's.

So, of course, it was time to embarrass Percy just a little.

"Since you two are official now, does this mean I can show her your baby pictures?" Sally asked.

"I'm pretty sure moms only do that in movies," Percy said, his ears red.

"Oh, but I would love to see them," Annabeth said with a smile. Sally never really understood what was so embarrassing about baby pictures anyway. It was just Percy when he was small and squishy. He was an extra cute baby.

Estelle took off like a rocket to find the family photo albums from Percy's first few years, while Sally plucked a frame off the mantle.

It was one of her favorite pictures of Percy. He was smiling so wide, on stage with thirty other kids who had placed in the top spots in the competition. He was really starting to believe in himself then, and his grades had been steadily improving. He was getting into fewer fights. Ballet was really changing his life.

For Sally, it reminded her of when their lives had started to change for the better. There were a few more Gabe weeks ahead of them, sure, but it wouldn't be long before that part of her life was over in a splash.

She had another copy of the photo, but she'd just cut out Percy and his wide smile to keep in her wallet behind her license. The framed one had all the other kids in it, but she never really paid much attention to them.

"This one isn't too embarrassing," she said. "It's Percy after one of his first major competitions."

"Oh my god!" Annabeth said, taking the frame from her and studying the photo.

"Well, that seems like a bit of an over-reaction from my perspective," Percy said, his face beat red. Sally had to agree.

"No, it's just that --" Annabeth looked up at Percy, and then Sally, then back to the photo. She pointed to Percy. "Is that you?"

Percy nodded. "Why?"

Annabeth's finger moved across the glass to the girl in the middle who'd won first place. The little girl's face was so familiar Sally couldn't believe she'd never noticed.

"Percy, that's me," she said.

"Oh my god," Sally said, looking at the photo more closely. She felt Hestia beside her doing the same thing. "It really is."

Sally stared at the photo, her eyes darting back and forth between the two kids who were now grown up Principal dancers in front of her, as Percy leaned in and kissed her.

Well what do you know? She mused fondly. They really are just meant to be.

Later that night, after Percy and Annabeth headed out, and Stella was put to bed, Sally dug through her nightstand. In the back was a small, vintage ring box. Her uncle had sold almost everything when he'd gotten sick, and what little Sally had throughout her twenties, she'd sold to keep her and Percy afloat when Gabe wouldn't. But she never had the heart to part with her mother's ring.

Sally had a dream of offering it to Percy if he met the right person. Right now, she just needed to make sure it was still there, that it hadn't been sold in some time of financial need. It was a simple gold band with a round diamond in the middle, but the setting around the base that held the diamond looked vaguely like a rose. It would be perfect for ...

"What'cha got there?" Paul asked, stepping out of the bathroom. Sally turned around, ring in hand. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes," he said, climbing over the bed, and kissing her. "Where did that come from?" He asked.

"It was my mothers," she said. "I hope to give it to Percy one day, if he finds someone he wants to marry. I just wanted to make sure it was still there."

Paul smiled knowingly. "Seems like they've only been dating for a few hours, should we get ahead of ourselves?" He asked.

"I'm trying not to," Sally said. "But I have a good feeling about her."

[v-era-18]

Red Licorice

Prologue: Dumb Blonde

“My friend (Y/n) loves scary movies,” Casey's voice was filled with adoration, “It's a bit weird but I love her anyway.”

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“Tell me something (Y/n)?” Casey was sitting crisscrossed on her bed, teen magazine in her lap as she watched her best friend section another part of her hair in two, “Why are you so against me dating Steve?”

The said girl looked up from her spot in front of the vanity, she was almost done with twisting the last section of her hair-four more to go and she'd be done. Today- Tuesday, the normal day the two girls would have their scheduled sleepovers, sometimes it would be spent gossiping-mostly instigated by Casey-painting nails, or simply talking about their future as the afro haired did her hair. She felt safe doing her hair at her best friends, it beat staying home alone while her aunt was out on the night shift at the hospital.

“I'm not against you dating him,” (Y/n) blew out, she thought back to how things were announced earlier this week, “I just didn't like how I had to lie to Stu about what really happened.” The girl hated lying-especially when someone she cared about asked her to do it. It felt dirty lying to Stu when he asked her if Casey cheated on him with the football player, of course she did as her best friend asked of her-still didn't make it right.

Casey stiffened on the bed, her face suddenly growing red from embarrassment, “I-I know…It was really big of me to ask that of you since you're considered a good friend of his,” The blonde laid back on the bed, her lips wobbling a bit, “I'm not going to justify my actions of what I did but-I needed something else-a distraction-”

“A distraction-?”

“That was a bad way to put it! The relationship wasn't for me (Y/n)! I couldn't see myself being with him forever-”

“You should've told him that-”

“It doesn't matter anymore,” Casey snapped, her eyes seemed to hold back tears that werent even for the failed relationship, “He’s off fucking Tatum. The exact bitch I told you that would flirt with him non stop. Not to mention the way he looks at y-”

The blonde stopped herself while she was ahead. No it wasn't right to tell her about the many times Stu had spoken to Casey about (Y/n) while they were alone. The couple had even discussed a threesome with their favorite best friend in mind while they were drunk one date night underneath the stars.

Casey was fine with it, until each time her best friend laid next to her in the bed-she was filled with something that shouldn’t have been there. Something frowned upon, so when the next time her ex boyfriend mentioned it she shut it down immediately. (Y/n) didn’t deserve her first time to be like that, she needed commitment. Something she knew most guys in her school wouldn’t go for.

(Y/n) cocked her head to the side sending a questioning gaze to the blond who had her head in the clouds. She knew that the twos’ relationship isn't perfect-hell no relationship is but she thought she knew better than to cheat on someone. Man or women, it wasn't right to sleep with someone else when you had a partner already. But she had never been in a relationship, so she couldn't judge or tell her what was right or wrong in this case. So instead she'd rather distract her best friend rather than scold her.

“Sooo,” The brown skinned girl smiled softly, changing the subject, “Wanna watch a scary movie downstairs? I brought popcorn!” One thing (Y/n) could always do to deescalate a situation among friends was to suggest a scary movie, most of the time Stu and Billy would immediately stop what they were doing and join her, already arguing with what to watch as others laugh.

Casey sits up in her bed sending a sad glance her way, “The amount of scary movies you watch is honestly concerning, they're gonna rot your brain one of these days.”

She laughed in response, finishing off the last strand, “Everyone knows horror is my favorite, the main reason why I'm gonna major in film! I'm gonna be the first black female horror film director.”

Her friend smiled in response, her eyes gleaming with adoration that was beyond platonic as her gaze moved a bit downward toward her cleavage peeking out from the silk overdress Casey bought her for her sixteenth birthday. It was a good choice and suited her very well, the red lace straps sat nicely against her shoulders and seemed to make her brown skin pop out a bit.

The fun part is, (Y/n) only has enough confidence to wear sleepwear like this around her friends. So only Casey , Sidney, and Tatum only had the honor of seeing such eye candy up close. It truly felt like a dirty privilege that any man would want to see-would possible even kill to see. And they had the honor of seeing it for free, Casey truly was so lucky.

“I know you'll be, just remember me when you get all famous,” The blonde got up and passed the girls headwrap and bonnet, “I want a seat in the very first row of your movie. You better hold me tight while I scream at all the gory scenes you'll come up with.”

“I'm surprised you don't want to be one of the actors,” (Y/n) giggled softly, she finished wrapping her hair and started to put the hair products away, “You would be perfect, you're so pretty and would make all the boys in the theater go crazy.”

Casey felt herself grow warm, “And what character would I be? The final girl?”

(Y/n) smiled ruefully, “No. You would be the dumb blonde that dies first.”

☿

Casey’s thoughts traveled back to that night, it only happened a few days ago yet she was so restless. It was so hard going on and pretending like these feelings for her friend do not exist. She had no one to talk to about it; Sidney would tell her to be honest and go for it ‘there's several problems with that plan’, Tatum would first laugh then tell her to move out of her parents house before they kick her out, and Randy is to awkward plus its obvious that they harbor the same feelings for the girl.

Hence why she needs another distraction tonight, the main reason Steve is coming over to ‘watch’ a movie. The main plan was to obviously have her brains fucked out of her so she would forget the way her best friend looked while bending over on the bed reading a zombie comic. The girl was completely unaware that her underwear was on full display in front of Casey, driving the girl up the wall. She had to refrain from touching her and instead laid down next to her and pretended to be interested in what she was reading.

She honestly felt like she was backed off into a corner, it was obvious her parents wouldnt approve if she liked women in a sexual manner, not to mention (Y/n)’s skin color. Casey wasn’t stupid. She knew the only reason the girl was allowed into their home was because of how truly brilliant her best friend was, it shocked her parents- so much so they allowed her to hang out more in the home more than Sideny and Tatum. They deemed her a good influence, she didn't want to ruin that image of her friend just because of her feelings.

Casey just needed to keep it all in until the graduate and get her own apartment then she would consider telling (Y/n) about her true feelings. But right now she shouldn't be thinking about that, she should be thinking about the boy that's going to be on her doorstep, hungry and ready to devour her. One thing she was thankful for was her looks, she could possibly get a lot of guys if she wanted to, if it wasn't that obvious with how quick Steve was to agree to a quickie in the locker room during third period. She was desperate then, it was honestly sad that she needed another man to truly satisfy the craving for her friend that sat next to her.

The blonde finished the touches on her makeup and outfit before heading downstairs.If she was going to fake her desire for the male she might as well look good doing it, Tatum’s philosophy unfortunately. Her boyfriend should've been here by now, leave it to him to keep a girl waiting and preoccupied with her thoughts.

‘If (Y/n) were here I would be very distracted,’ The girl could imagine it. The two of them on the couch eating popcorn before Casey decided to pull her into a long sweet kiss of affection. She didn’t need sex to explain her love. Simple acts of affection would be enough. If she were here right now the girl wouldn’t hold back anymore-.

A phone rang cutting off Beckers thoughts, it was late at night and assumed her boyfriend was calling to explain as to why he was leaving his house late. She would let it slide after all she was basically using him.

“Hello,” Casey answered the phone with a polite voice she could muster, she didn't want to be rude even if she was in a mood.

“Hello,” a voice answered back, it was smooth and a tad bit seductive. The girl would be lying if she wasn't taken a bit aback by it.

“Yes?”

“Who is this?” The man questioned.

“Hmm, who are you trying to reach?”

‘Never talk too long to strangers rule number one’ (Y/n)' s voice rang out. Even as the girl was listening to someone else the girl's voice was plaguing her.

“What number is this?” The man continued to question.

“Well what number are you trying to reach?” Becker asked, the man was starting to confuse her.

“I dont know.”

“Well I think you have the wrong number” Oh so he’s just wasting time.

“What-?”

“It happens all the time. You take it easy.” Casey hung up the phone before glancing at the clock, her boyfriend still isn't here yet-the telephone rang once more much to her agitation, “Ugh, hello?’

“ I'm sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number,”

“So why did you dial it again?”

“To apologize-”

“You're forgiven. Bye now.” Her voice was even, done with the conversation.

“Wait, wait! Don't hang up-,” The girl hung up the phone.

Casey stands in front of a sliding glass door observing her surroundings now that she had just ended the phone call with the mysterious stranger who keeps calling her house. Casey notices that it’s pitch black outside in her backyard.

“What?” Casey asks now seemingly becoming just slightly annoyed with this mysterious man continuously calling her house phone repeatedly trying to get her to engage into conversations and ask her questions about things she could care less about at the moment.

“I want to talk to you for a second.” The man tries to hold on to the conversation with the blonde haired girl who is trying to end the phone call as soon as she possibly can.

“Well, they’ve got nine hundred numbers for that. Seeya.” Casey exclaims as she hangs up the phone, grinning as she goes back to cooking the popcorn on her stove.

The night continues at the Becker residence, silence taking over as nothing but big oak trees surround the house, with no neighbors in sight.

The house phone then starts to ring once again, prompting Casey to pick it up, still expecting her boyfriend to call as she awaits his arrival at her house.

“Hello,” Casey says as she speaks into the house phone as she watches the popcorn sizzle in a pot on the stove as she covers it with a lid.

“Why don't you want to talk to me?”

“Who is this?” Casey asks unbeknownst to her that it is the same person that has called her more than twice already in the past 15 minutes.

“You tell me your name I'll tell you mine,” the mysterious man tries to make a deal with her, trying to engage the young blonde into telling him more about herself seeing as she wouldn’t the last two attempts he tried calling her house.

She wanted to laugh, “I don't think so,” Casey replied, simply shaking the popcorn on the stove. If the girl's best friend was here she would be shaking her body to the beat, the girl smiles slightly at the image she created.

“What's that noise?,” He asks, trying to make out the background noises he could hear during the phone call with Casey.

“Popcorn,” She answered shortly. Casey’s demeanor goes from slightly annoyed to irritated that she can’t seem to get ready for a date night with her boyfriend who has yet to arrive at her home without this stranger constantly calling her and distracting her from her tasks.

“You're making popcorn?” asks curiously from the other side of the line.

“Uh-huh,” Casey replied bored. The conversation was really strange and getting a bit too long, she wondered why she was still on the phone in the first place.

“I only eat popcorn at the movies,” He informed. The girl's mind went back to her best friend once more, her laying back in the movie seat, manspreading in excitement as another kill took place on the movie screen.

“I'm getting ready to watch a movie,” she says to him, walking over to the counter of the aisle sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Casey now leaning her body over the aisle as she starts an interesting conversation with him.

“Really? What?” The man seemed a bit too interested for her liking.

“Just some scary movie my friend suggested,” To (Y/n) and Randy it wasn't just some movie, it was one of the best scary movies storyline wise and had the two in an ever loving chokehold.

“Do you like scary movies?” The man purred.

“My friend (Y/n) loves scary movies,” Casey's voice was filled with adoration, “It's a bit weird but I love her anyway.”

“(Y/n)? Is that your friend?” The girl froze for a minute deciding whether or not to answer, it was a stranger and there could be several girls with that name so he couldn't possibly know which one she was talking about.

“Hello?”

“Yes. She is,” Casey whispered into the phone, “One of the best.”

“Oh,” He replied softly, “What's your favorite movie to watch with her?”

Casey moves away from the stove and takes a seat at the kitchen counter right in front of the glass door, “I don't know. There's so many,” She laughed softly.

“You have to have a favorite,” The man was insistent, “You seem very fond of her, I'm sure there's a movie you both enjoy the most.”

She thinks for a moment, from all the found memories of the two spending time with each other. Stu cut in sometimes during the memories making her stomach churn as she thought about one night the two wouldn't stop talking about Alien, she felt left out even though her friend tried to include her. So to warm her spirits she thought of the very first horror movie they watched alone together, (Y/n) snuggled up into her side and ate buttered popcorn like a delicacy.

“Uh..Halloween. You know, the one with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the babysitters. What's yours?” She had given him too much information already and it was his turn.

“Guess.”

“Uh,....Nightmare on Elm Street.” (Y/n) would have probably guessed a lot better. She had a thing for slashers.

“Is that the one the guy had knives for his fingers?” The mysterious guy tries to pry more information out of the clueless girl.

“Yeah, Freddy Kruger,” Casey answered, starting to walk out of her kitchen and to a different area of the house, leaving her popcorn cooking and unattended on the stove as it still continues to pop fresh buttery kernels.

“Freddy-Thats right. I like that movie. It was scary,” The man seemed pleased that Casey was now participating in the conversation that he had been longing to have with her all evening.

“Yeah, the first one was, but the rest of them sucked though,” Casey laughed as she walked through the halls of the main level in the house, locking doors that would lead access to entry and as an exist to the estate, “(Y/n) said he had the potential to be the best slasher, but the directors ruined it.”

The man went silent for a long moment, making the blonde's nerves go on edge, “This (Y/n) girl, are you guys a thing?”

The girl's blood ran cold, “What?”

“I'm asking if she's your girlfriend, you keep bringing her into the conversation,” The man chuckled lightly, “I wont judge if-”

“No!” She denied quickly with a yell, “I-I mean, no, we're not together.”

“Ah, so you and her have boyfriends?”

Casey giggled nervously, “Why? Are you trying to ask one of us on a date?”

“Maybe. So do you guys have boyfriends?” the male uttered the question again.

“No.” Casey suddenly felt a bit flirtatious with the male, she knew her best friend would have been disappointed with her actions but this was the most fruitful distraction she has had in awhile, “And my friend would have to know you before she would even consider going on a date with you. Although, she might let you slide if you buy her dinner and watch a marathon of scary movies.”

He let out a deep chuckle, “I'll keep that in mind.” it was silent for another moment before he continued, “You never told me your name, but you told me your friends.”

Casey disregarded the last comment and twirled her hair, “Why do you want to know my name?”

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at,” The man replied simply.

Casey spun her body like lightning towards the glass door, her heart hammered in her chest as the words sunk in, “What did you say?”

“I want to know who I’m talking to,” He faked his sentence innocently.

“That's not what you said,” The girl snapped, heading towards the lights.

“What do you think I said?” he questioned.

Casey surveyed the backyard illuminated by the light. The tree's shadows seemed to move with the branches as she looked around for any sign of the seemingly intruder over the phone on her property. There's no one there. She turns the lights out as she hears the popcorn pop in the kitchen.

“I have to go now,” she gritted out in fear. She shouldn’t have been so stupid, out of all the scary movies she's watched with her best friend she knew better than to talk to strangers over the phone or simply alone.

“Wait-I thought we were going to go out?” He faked disappointment.

“Nah , I don't think so,” Casey on the fritz of an anxiety attack.

“Don't hang up on me,” He warned, there was an edge to his tone, he seemed to be losing his patience. “And don't you dare call (Y/n) either-!”

The girl was so scared she missed the last part of his sentence, “Gotta go.” She hung up the phone once again before running to the glass door and locking it. She starts to move to the stove before-the phone rings again as she's sliding the popcorn off the stove.

She answers with a hopeful prayer that it's her boyfriend calling with an explanation, “Yes?”

“ I told you not to hang up on me,” The strange man now seemed to calm as he said it to Casey for the fourth time, calling her tonight.

Now fear started to enter her body as she began to look around her housing, baffled as to why this man that she does not recognize on the other end of the line of the phone, would ask her such a question.

“What do you want?” Casey asks the man as she tries to piece together how this man could possibly state that when she doesn’t even know who she's on the phone to begin with.

“To talk,” the man simply states to her on the other end of the line.

“Dial someone else, okay,” she frantically states as she then hangs up abruptly on him, now showing clear signs of irritation and fear, as it pans over her face and body as she starts to move her left arm up and down, stating to the stranger now showing she is far from interested in what once seemed to be a platonic phone conversation with a random stranger to a now seemingly creepy stalker type of scenario.

Now walking back into the kitchen to finally attend to her popcorn, the phone rings once again. Casey, finally being fed up, decided to answer the phone and rip the creepy man a new one.

“Listen asshole-,” Casey tries to finish her rant, but before she could even get a few words out to voice her feelings the killer beat her to it.

“NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I’LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?” The man yells, fed up that the young Becker girl wouldn’t play into his shenanigans and games he was trying to engage her in.

Nothing was heard on either side of the phone as the man had finally gotten Casey’s full attention and now he would be able to set his plan into motion with her.

Not able to fully grasp the events of the conversation that just took place only seconds ago over the phone, Casey promptly asks the man, “Is this some sick joke?” To which he replied to her with, “More of a game,” in a playful yet serious manner.

Casey is now eyeing the outside of her house from the inside of her kitchen as she is still on the phone with the man, she then makes a beeline straight for her front door. Noticing that it’s unlocked, she then takes the opportunity to lock it at that very moment.

“I’m two seconds from calling the police.” Casey exclaimed to the man as panic started to settle in that someone is watching her ,and has possibly been watching her for who knows how long.

“They’d never make it in time.” The man sneers into the phone, causing Casey to push her face into the front door. Using the peephole, Casey tries to see if she can spot anyone on her front porch or yard, thinking that this could just be some sick prank that one of her friends or her boyfriend, who has still yet to show up to her house, could be playing on her. However, seeing that the front porch was empty and with no one in sight, set a newfound terror in Casey Becker’s stomach.

“What do you want?!” She uttered in complete fright, she couldn't see the man no matter how much she was trying to. He was stalking her , circling around her in the shadows of the trees that she couldn't see.

“To see what your insides look like,” The male smiled into the phone, it was a domino effect as he watched the girl's face go slack in terror, the face he’d been waiting all night to see. His smile is short lived as she hangs up once more throwing the phone onto the side table, it was okay, the plan is still being set in motion.

He leaned against the tree as he watched the girl look towards the front door, his partner was ringing it, obviously growing impatient from waiting for their two kills for tonight. They both were masterminds, this was another successful step forward into the biggest thing that they both wanted.

“Who's there?” She called out to the door, another chime rings out causing the girl to move towards the sound, she repeats her sentence louder this time. Not daring to open the door, she was smarter than that. When she realized there was going to be no answer she realized this was getting out of hand, she needed the police. Just as she grabbed the phone it rang once more.

Casey brought it up closer to her ear trembling, she didn't want to speak to the man any more, so she waited for him to speak again through the phone. And that he did.

“Your friend is a horror movie fanatic and you're calling ‘Who’s there?’,” the man let out a disappointed tsk, “Didn't she tell you that's practically a death wish?”

She did, but she wasn't going to tell him that, “Look, enough is enough. You had your fun, now you better leave me alone or else!” Casey, clutched against the wall trying to gain her bearings.

“Or else what?” It was a dare for her to speak the threat, she needed to phrase her words wisely. It's too bad she was making all kinds of bad decisions tonight.

“My boyfriend will be here any second and hell be pissed if I tell him-”

“I thought you didn't have a boyfriend? I thought you had a thing for girls?”

‘Oh shit,’ Casey thought in her head, “How did this guy know so much about me and my personal life? Is it really that noticeable that I have a thing for Y/N?!? I thought I hide my feelings very well in public so people wouldn’t suspect anything between us or assume the worst.”

Finally deciding to answer his question, Casey admits to the truth. “So what if I lied? I do have a boyfriend and he’ll be here any second and your ass better be gone,” she decides to try to match energy with this sicko on the other end of the phone.

“Sure…”The man states as he doesn’t believe any word Casey utters, as if her threat held no weight to its end.

“I swear it. And he’s big and plays football and will beat the shit out of you,” she states with venom dripping from her voice.

“I’m getting scared,” the man states to her, obviously not scared of her empty threats.

“And I’m really telling the truth this time so you better leave,” the girl states thinking that her saying that could scare this man off, but Casey should have known that this was only the beginning of the ending of her sad foreshadowed ending that she was warned about beforehand.

“And this boyfriend of yours, Steve, wouldn’t happen to know about the thoughts you have running in your head about that best friend of yours, (Y/n), would he?” the stalker asks with a small fake gasp, making Casey’s eyes go wide, causing her to turn her body around with horror striking her face.

“How do you know his name?” Becker uttered in shock.

“Go to the back door and turn on the porch light- again,” The instructions rolled off his tongue in waves, sending chills down her spine. She did as told, her steps unsteady like her breathing, moving from the front door-to the kitchen-and finally the glass doors. She found the lights and licked them on.

“OH GOD!” Caseys scream filled the house as she stood watching her boyfriend being tied and gagged to the chair in front of the glass doors. His eyes looked at her desperately asking for help, blood streaking down his face, he seemed to take a beating-but was alive nonetheless.

Her hand moved to the lock of the door, intuitively wanting to help, “I wouldn't do that if I were you,” The man scolded on the other end.

“Where are you?” She cried helplessly, all her spunk gone.

“Guess,” He teased.

Her eyes scanned the year-the trees, all around the porch the man was nowhere to be found. She gave up, “Please don't hurt him,” She was actually surprised she was begging for his life. She really didn't truly love him or anything, but no one deserves to die.

“That all depends on you,” His words had their weight.

“Why are you doing this?” Casey honestly wanted to know, she hadn't crossed anyone other than Stu and possibly Tatum, but they both weren’t capable of murder.

“I wanna play a game,”

“No-,”

“Then he dies. Right now.”

“No!” She begged

“Which is it?” He gritted on the phone. The male watched the girl stare back at the big jock through the door, the big dude was crying too-almost fooled him that he was crying for his girl rather than his own life.

“What kind of game?” She complied.

“Turn off the light,” He ordered.

She did as told, much to her boyfriend's dismay as he tried calling her name through the gag on his mouth. “Here's how we play. I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives.”

“Please don't do this,” She rips the lamp cord from its socket, darkening the room. If she couldn't see the killer then she didn't want him to see her.

“Come on, it'll be fun! I know (Y/n) would have loved it,”

Casey frowned and whimpered, “No, she wouldn't”

The male did his best to ignore the bitches comment, “It's an easy category, Movie Trivia.”

“Please,” She begged again.

“I'll even give you a warm up question,” The male replied nicely, “Name the killer in Halloween-”

“No,”

“Come on, It's you and (Y/n)’s favorite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask, he stalked the babysitters-”

“Micheal….Micheal Myers,” She whimpered.

“Yes!” Casey sighed, relieved the answer was correct, it was short lived. “Now for the real question.”

“No!” She was hysterical.

“But your doing so well-”

“Go away and leave us alone! That includes (Y/n)!”

“Then answer the question. Same category,” The girl was still a whimpering wet mess on the floor, “Name the killer in Friday the 13th.”

Becker jumped up in relief, “Jason! Jason! It's Jason!” There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, the girl thought they were finally free-.

“I'm sorry. Thats the wrong answer,”

“It's Jason! I've watched the movie twenty goddamn times!” Casey was beyond angry at this point, all the times she watched the movie with Stu and (Y/n) were all for naught?

“It's the wrong answer, if you've watched it that many times you would know that Mrs. Vohes was the original killer Jason didn't appear until the sequel,” The male laughed behind the phone, “Lucky for you there's a bonus round-but for poor Steve-im afraid-hes out.”

The girl heard the noise before she saw the murder first hand, her boyfriend's muffled screams echoed outside, and she could practically hear the tearing of flesh through the screen door. The lights cut on giving her a good view of his dead corpse, she screamed out a choked sob as she reached for the lights again turning them off hoping the killer would just leave her alone.

“Now answer my next question,”

“Please leave me alone,”

“What door am I at?”

“What,” Casey couldn't think straight at this point, she was too terrified.

“There are two doors to your house. A front one and a back one. If You answer correctly-you get to live,”

It was a lie obviously.

The blonde looked in the varying directions, looking from the directions of the doors and strategizing how she could possibly escape outside and to the road without the intruder catching her. She felt useless, she was going to die in this house without saying goodbye.

“Don't make me,” Casey pleaded, “I cant-I wont.”

“Your Call,”

The girl only had a second to scramble over towards the table to grab a knife as the glass door broke with a lawn chair. Glass seemed to slow down as the intruder emerged, what shocked her the most was the black robe with a screaming white mask of a ghost. If she wasnt so terrified she would laugh and commence the costume, but the knife in the man's hands glimmered in the light, causing her blood to run cold.

Casey runs to the window slowly sliding it up as she hears the man make his way through the foyer, with hate she slips through the window, at the last second she fumbles the knife dropping it. Muttering a curse she decides to leave it as races to the corner of the house outside.

She was almost there to the yard, moving between the fence and the house, the only obstacle was the two curtainless glass windows she would have to pass without him noticing. She peeks into another window watching the killer open a closet searching for her, taking a chance she skips the second window and moves down to the third. Casey peeks her head up again, only to let out a blood curdling scream with the masked figure staring back at her. The masked man thrusts his fist through the glass grabbing her arm, only to be stopped with her throwing a punch to his face.

Casey took this chance to run further into the yard, rounding the corner seeing headlights in the distance. Her parents were home early, without second thought she tears off towards them, awaiting safety from the murder. Her hope didn't last long when the ghost masked killer appears, grabbing her, raising the gleaming metal high before striking it down once more.

She dropped to the ground, clutching her chest as red blooms staining her cream sweater, she chokes on her cries. The ghostface tries to strike down again only to be kicked away in response. Casey stagers over to the front porch, her parents staring at the ajar door.

“Maa,” It was choked out and gurgled, she was choking on her own blood as she watched her parents head inside. Casey stayed lying on the ground outside by her house as she would gasp for deep breaths, hoping they would help better the airflow of the injuries she received from the masked killer. As she laid there she could hear the heavy footsteps of the slasher near her.

Looking up had to be the worst mistake in her life because then Casey realized the harsh truth her best friend told her that same evening only a few hours early. As she laid there on the ground, the killer took the opportunity to stab her once again making it the final blow for her. It wasn't for naught she got to see her killers face, tears slide down as she realized her best friend would be left with the monster much to her dismay.

And with her dying breath, Casey Becker gasped out, “(Y/N) was right, the dumb blondes do always die first in horror movies.” and with that last breath from the girl, her chest stopped rising and she was finally dead.

Much to the satisfaction for the unknown killer, but to the rest of the town of Woodsboro, California, Casey Becker’s death wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last for sure.

[rubyreduji]

[fanboy hoshi fluff drabble | gn!reader | 694 words]

soonyoung is practically bouncing off the walls, he can’t contain his excitement as he enters the concert venue, he can’t believe that he’s actually here, about to see SHINee live

his lightstick is clutched tightly in his fist and he practically runs to his seat, like the quicker he gets there the sooner the show will start. he splurged on floor seats, wanting to get the best view he possibly could, and maybe even a chance to interact with the boys

while rushing to his seat soonyoung bumps right into you, knocking you over and making you drop your own shating star on the ground. the sound of cracking hurts even soonyoung's heart

"i'm so sorry!" he quickly exclaims, helping you off the ground. he quickly notes how cute your outfit is, but keeps his focus on your now broken lightstick. "here, let me buy you a new one"

before you can even say anything, soonyoung is tugging you towards one of the merch booths set up in the venue. the line has already started to grow and soonyoung stands anxiously at the end of the line, finally turning towards you

"sorry once again, i didn't meant to knock into you. you see i've been a fan for forever and this is my first concert and -"

"don't worry about it, honestly," you tell him with a smile, "really you don't even have to get me a new one, but thank you"

you stick your hand out and introduce yourself and soonyoung does the same, shaking your hand quickly

you two stand in the line, talking about SHINee and yourselves as you wait and then like no time has passed at all you two are at the front of the line

soonyoung buys you a new shating star and himself a hoodie (he thinks he deserves it after waiting in line for so long anyway). you also take the time to buy yourself a t-shirt, slipping it on over the long sleeve you're already wearing

after buying your goodies you and soonyoung move to take your seats, and then soonyoung realizes you two are going in the same direction

miraculously, you have the seat right next to soonyoung's, and he doesn't know if he should be embrassed or excited. you seem sweet and nice to be around and as much as a shawol as he is, but soonyoung still feels bad about breaking your lightstick, even after buying you a new one

you seem to be happy about your seat partner though, so soonyoung doesn't dwell on it too much. it doesn't matter anyways, because the concert and starting and soonyoung can barely breathe as he gets his first glimsp of the five boys in person

the whole concert is spent screaming, jumping, and fumbling around with his camera. you're right next to him, screaming and jumping as well as you two fan over your favorite band, even clutching on to each other in excitement at some points

when the concert is over soonyoung's throat hurts and his feet are sore but he couldn't be happier. as he goes to leaave he hesitates, considering asking you for your number or something. he doesn't have many friends who are shawols and if he's being completely honest, he definitely thinks you're cute

he stares at you for a moment, contemplating, but before he can say anything you beat him to it

"would you happen to be from around here?"

"uh, yeah! i am"

"cool, because i'm not and im like starving right now and was wondering if there are any good places to eat around here?" you say it like you're asking for suggestions, but also implying something slightly more and soonyoung grins at you, his heart hammering in his chest, and this time it's not caused by SHINee

"i was actually just about to go grab a bite to eat as well, if you'd like to join me?"

you grin back "that sounds perfect"

you and soonyoung leave the venue together, and while soonyoung wasn't expecting to gain a date out of the concert, he can't even be surprised, of course SHINee can work miracles

[aalissy]

Jealousy

I loveeee getting to write a bit of jealousy hehehe. I hope y'all like reading it <3. Have a great weekend!

AO3

The city of Paris was breathtaking at night with the Eiffel Tower twinkling like a million stars in the sky. Adrien sat by his bedroom window, looking out at the city below. His mind, however, wasn’t on the beautiful view or the peace of the night. It was on Ladybug.

He had been thinking about her constantly all day. Her laughter. Her smile. The way she moved with such grace and confidence. The way she teased and smirked at him doing akuma battles. But lately, something had been gnawing at him, an uncomfortable feeling that he couldn’t quite shake off. Jealousy.

He couldn’t help but notice that there were other people that admired her, they looked at her with the same awe and affection that he did. And, of course, who wouldn’t? Ladybug was amazing. It was hard not to fall in love with her. It was just hard to shove the jealousy aside when he had been in love with her for what felt like years.

If it was just random civilians of Paris who loved and admired her the way he did, it would be easier. But, unfortunately, with the way some of his classmates talked about her, he could tell they admired her just the same. After all, most of the people that he knew received miraculouses were his friends and people he knew. Like Alya, Nino, and Kagami. It shouldn’t feel like he was competing and yet, it did.

Adrien sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew it was silly to feel this way. Ladybug was a hero, and admiration came with the territory. But he couldn't help it. He wanted her to see him, to know how much he cared, to love him back. Not just as Chat Noir, her partner, but as Adrien, too.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, a familiar figure swung into view. His heart skipped a beat as a light tap sounded on his window. He stared out with wide eyes, surprised to see the object of both his torment and desires grinning at him with a wave of her hand. Ladybug was hanging just outside his window. She knocked on the window once more, and Adrien quickly scrambled to open it, his face lighting up with a smile despite the turmoil inside him.

"Hey, Ladybug," Adrien greeted, trying to sound casual. He leaned against his open window in the hopes that it would dissuade her from thinking that he was staying up late recounting all the people he shouldn’t be jealous of but definitely was. 

"Hi, Adrien," she replied, her voice as bright and cheery as ever. "I hope I’m not disturbing you."

"Not at all," he said, stepping aside to let her in. "What brings you here?"

"I just, um, wanted to check up on you is all," she said, her blue eyes sparkling with genuine concern. "You seemed a bit down lately. Is something going on? I have to check up on my favorite civilian, you know. Make certain he stays happy."

Adrien felt a warmth spread through him at her words as she giggled. He was her favorite civilian? Could she really mean that? "I-I’m fine.” He coughed, trying to hide the flush on his cheeks. “Just a lot on my mind, I guess," he admitted.

Ladybug tilted her head, clearly noticing his change in demeanor. "What's bothering you, Adrien?"

He hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed as he shifted on his feet. He wanted to tell her... but should he? Or would she just laugh in his face? "I don’t know... I-I guess I’ve been feeling a little... jealous."

He clenched his eyes shut, opening one to peek at her after finishing his sentence. He was surprised not to see anger and frustration but instead, bewilderment and genuine confusion. Slowly, Adrien cracked open both eyes to peer at her.

Ladybug blinked in surprise, her brow creasing with confusion. "Jealous? A-about what?"

He tore his fingers through his hair roughly as he looked away from her. Did she really not know? "I don’t know if I should say..."

Her bright blue gaze softened as she grasped his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. “You can say anything to me, Adrien. No exceptions.”

“It... it’s irrational. I’m jealous of the way other people feel about you. Jealous of the way that no matter what I do... I-I might be invisible to you.”

Ladybug’s eyes widened in surprise. “M-me?” She choked out, looking astonished. Her hands fell away from his and he immediately missed their warmth. “You’re jealous of the way other people feel about me?”

Instead of speaking, Adrien just gave a shaky nod, afraid that she would shove him away in the next breath. That didn’t happen though.

Her shyness was evident as she looked down at her fingers, fidgeting with them in a way that seemed almost... familiar. "A-Adrien, you, um, you’re definitely not invisible to me."

Now it was his turn to look astonished. "Really? I-I’m not just another fan to you? Like... like everyone else?"

Ladybug bit her lip, as she sucked in a deep breath. "Really. B-because while they may like and admire me, I-I like someone else. F-for a really long time now. And I’m kinda hoping that they like me back?"

She said that last sentence in a whisper, peering up at him hesitantly. Adrien's eyes widened, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "And if I said that this someone else might be feeling and hoping the exact same things?”

Ladybug spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "Then I’d tell them that they were the only one for me. Always have been, always will be."

Adrien's heart pounded in his chest as he took a step closer to her. "Ladybug..."

She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with vulnerability. "Yes, Adrien?"

Without thinking, Adrien closed the distance between them, cupping her cheek gently. "Can I...?" he began, his voice trailing off.

Ladybug's eyes fluttered shut as she nodded, her lips parting slightly. Adrien leaned in, his heart racing, and their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. The world seemed to melt away as they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace.

When they finally pulled apart, Ladybug's cheeks were flushed, and she looked up at Adrien with a shy smile. "You really are the only one for me."

He smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him. "And you're the only one for me."

As they stood there, looking out at the city of Paris together, Adrien felt a renewed sense of hope and happiness. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't just another admirer in Ladybug's eyes. He was someone special.

[marshmallowprotection]

Hey so i got another yoosung centric ome shot request

Can i have a oke shot fic where yoosung gets physically bullied by his classmates but he usually tries to hide it from mc until one day he comes back really badly beaten up and this drives mc so mad that she decides to avenge him and she successfully does so since she is very physically strong and has a black belt in karate.

It wasn't that bad.

That's what he tried to tell himself when he came home to your shared apartment with a swollen cheek. It couldn't be that bad, he repeated. It would heal within a couple of days and he wouldn't have to think about it. Nobody had ever laid their hands on him before in school, he never had to think about learning how to defend himself.

Zen mentioned how many times he had to do that growing up, but Yoosung never thought he would fall into a similar position. Zen had tough luck on the streets after he ran away from home, and people harassed him because he was a kid without people to protect him! It wasn't like Yoosung had anyone to protect him from bullies if one had decided to target him, but his family cared about him.

They would've put a stop to it if it started. That's what he told himself when he was a kid. But, for some reason, now that he was attending college and taking care of himself, someone decided to target him for no reason. He tried to reason with them, to make them listen, but he couldn't stop them from towering over him. He lost that fight before it started and no amount of shouting helped him.

He just never thought you would tenderly press a bag of frozen peas to his face and tell him you would take care of it. He wasn't sure what you meant by that. Your eyes made him believe that you wanted to go to his college and tell the security to look at what happened from the cameras, but... you sounded more serious than someone who made a split second decision to leave.

He was too tired to argue with you. He didn't want you to put yourself in danger, he was your hero, but you adamantly told him that you had every right to be his hero, too. You were partners, and that meant you protected each other instead of letting one people take all the blame or trouble under their wing.

It was a while before you came back, but when you did, you had a triumphant look on your face as you washed your hands and came to join him on the couch. You settled against the edge of the couch and smiled when he draped his head against your lap. You replaced one of his hands with yours so he could rest as you replaced his peas.

"What did you do, [Y/N]?"

"I took care of it," you said.

Yoosung eyed you suspiciously.

"Listen, I didn't fight them if that's what you're thinking. I told them they needed to hand themselves over the security team because our favorite hacker Seven found evidence of their attack, and when that tall guy tried to argue with me, I flipped him on his butt for trying to harass me, too. That taught him a lesson," you explained.

Oh.

You didn't...

"Yoosungie, you don't have to beat someone up to win a fight. I'm trained to defend my loved ones, and if someone tries to hurt me first, then I'm allowed to defend myself. You don't have to throw yourself into danger to protect people, either. Seven watched me the entire time, and I knew I was safe to defend you, you know, the way you've always defended me."

He sighed and nuzzled his face against your chest. He was working hard at trying to overcome that fear of not being "man" enough. He knew his value wasn't less because he "couldn't win a fight" and he wasn't "weak" just because you wanted to defend him. The idea of you putting yourself in danger scared him... but he knew you were capable.

You could defend yourself, but you still asked for help just to make sure he wouldn't be afraid.

"You're not mad I leapt without thinking, are you?"

"Of course not," he muttered. "I just wish I could've watched you lay that guy out."

You beamed, smile spreading cheek to cheek as you plucked your phone out of your phone. "That's another good thing about being friends with Seven, honeypaws. We can watch that as many times as you want."

[raspberrysmoon]

in love with the @rtcshipweeks event tbh - heres day four!! favorite mischa ship: nischa <3

the second mischa opened his eyes he knew it was going to be a bad day.

his head was pounding, his stomach twisted with hunger and his chest was tight. but, he couldn't skip school. there were people who wanted him there now.

so he got up, got dressed and shoved his uniform in his bag to change later. he made it out the door with only one real noise, unlocking it, and practically sprinted away from the house. god forbid he wake up the adults sleeping upstairs, he was already enough of a bother.

he got to the road and started to walk to the park in town. in the winter he walked to the mall, but it was only late fall so he figured he could get away with watching the sunrise without making himself sick.

he adjusted his bag, finally settling down against a tree. he stayed until his phone buzzed with a notification from noel. he hummed, typing a quick response before grabbing his bag and starting the walk to school.

he made it, as usual, right as father markus unlocks the front door.

"mischa, my boy! how on earth do you manage to wake up so early every day? surely you have homework until late." father markus set a hand on mischas shoulder and he shrugged in response.

"i like to be early."

and sure enough, he beats the entire rest of the school every day.

he ducks into the bathroom to change into his uniform and settles in the choir room to wait for noel, who shows up a mere three minutes later, exhausted.

mischa opens his arms silently, letting his partner crawl into his lap and settle in.

"theres an apple and a granola bar in my bag for you." he mumbles, pressing his face into mischas neck.

mischa nearly sighs in relief, digging into noels bag and sure enough, he finds the first food he'll eat since lunch the day before. even if noel didn't know that part yet.

he presses a quick kiss to noels head, tearing open the granola bar and eating it quickly. it wasn't much, and he would probably save the apple for later that night, but it was something.

noel hummed, sliding a hand down mischas arm to grab his hand. "when did you get up this morning?"

mischa sighed internally. "an.. hour ago, i think."

more like four.

noel nods, rubbing his thumb across mischas knuckles. "misch, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

mischas brows furrow. "of course. is something.. bothering you?"

noel tensed slightly, before sitting back to make eye contact. "i had an early shift. i left home before the sun even rose." oh god. "you were walking. and i know it was you because you had your bag."

mischa blinked. i can't get out of this, he realized. "i.. had trouble sleeping. i walked to the park to watch the sun."

noel narrowed his eyes and mischa ducked his head anxiously.

"mischa," noel pressed his palm to the older boys cheek, "darling, is everything okay?"

mischa squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, willing back the inevitable wave of emotion. "its fine, poet." his voice betrayed him, wobbling slightly as he spoke.

noels face softened, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mischas. "my dear, talk to me. what's going on?"

and mischa felt himself crack, then shatter. like glass.

he sobbed, scrambling to grab his partner and bury his face into the boys shoulder. noel gasped, wrapping his arms around mischas shoulders and pulling him closer.

maybe five minutes passed, but it felt like years. noel whispered every reassurance he could think of, and mischa trembled in his arms.

finally, mischa collected himself and pulled back. he wiped his eyes and cleared his throat awkwardly. "sorry." he whispered.

noel shook his head, "honey, you don't need to apologize. not at all." he combed his fingers through mischas hair, pushing it from his face. "do you want to talk about it?"

mischa paused. did he? noel would be kind about it, of course, but he might also freak out. mischa shook his head a little, looking down.

noel hummed. "alright, i won't push. just-" he took a deep breath. "please remember that i'm here for you. always."

mischa felt himself smile, and he nodded. noel pressed a kiss to his hairline, and he sighed, wrapping his arms loosely around his partner.

mischa didn't need to go back go that house just yet, and he had the only person he needed. life could wait a while.

[ofstarsandskies]

🌟 Ludger! Can't leave little bro out!

🌟 Drop one of my characters’ names in my inbox and I’ll tell you 10 facts about them 🌟 || @outofthisgxlaxy (Ludger couldn't let Elle beat him long)

Sometimes, Ludger tries calling himself to see if that might somehow connect him to another Ludger's phone instead. The one time it worked, he connected with a Ludger who wasn't related to the Trial. Sometimes he wonders if that Ludger ever found out who his "long lost twin brother" really is...

Ludger still uses the first post he ever bought for special occasions. Anytime something chips or rusts, he's quick to pay for repairs/polishing.

Now that he has Julius' room unlock code, Ludger pretends not to know it but will check Julius' room for hidden Royal Cat Food cans when Julius isn't home. Last he remembers, he was on the 271st can.

Everyone in his new little family has been taught the Hymn of Proof as a "secret family handshake". Each person was also asked to make their own set of lyrics based on their most important thing. Ludger's version is about protecting Julius.

While he adores his Ardent Brave Vesperias, Ludger does own a set of Castor Twin Swords. They're mainly a display piece or for when he's trying to keep a low profile (hard to with his Vesperias, which do emit their own lightsource).

Ludger's favorite flower to grow is called the Ornithogalum, as they involve two of his favorite things: stars, and white, his (which he stole from Julius) signature color! He's tried dyeing a few green, but hasn't been successful yet.

Much to Julius and Elle's dismays, he did eventually neuter Lulu. When you're the ruler of 100 other cats, you have no idea how many kittens this cat might have behind your back. The older Elle assures him it was a good choice, though.

After associating his old ringtone with his monetary issues, Ludger does now employ unique ringtones for everyone who calls. Nova's is still ol' Eternal Mind though, just cause it feels weird for it to be anything else.

At times, Ludger does have trouble with nightmares flashing back to that fateful day in Marksburg. In them though, he either imagines himself too late or losing to his friends and watching Julius sacrifice himself after all.

"My love life? W-Well, right now my date is self-improvement! I don't want my future partner to have to deal with any of my baggage. And I'm still learning to really trust other people outside my family again-- b-besides Nova, of course."

[vexicwrites]

The Sound of Stars

Summary: self-indulgent crossover pairing because I think it'd be cute for them to have gone to uni together

Warnings: none

Hartley's head pounded as he entered the small apartment and he immediately removed the transmitter behind his ears. The blessed silence was such a relief he sagged onto the nearest chair and rubbed his eyes, dislodging his glasses. Several moments later he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and cracked his eyes open to see his boyfriend signing to him.

Bernard was standing at his side, concern etched in his features as he signed again; 'rough day?'

Hartley nodded.

"My advisor was especially obnoxious today and then my lab partner was late for the third time this week." He huffed out a breath, "I don't know how much more I can take of this."

Bernard smiled at him and quickly signed back. 'You're doing great, you'll get through it.'

Hartley shook his head, "I don't know if I can."

Bernard knelt down so he was eye to eye with Hartley, adjusting his glasses for him and brushing his thumb over his knee lovingly in a soothing, repetitive motion before signing again.

'Are you going to make me gush about you?'

Hartley's lips turned up in spite of himself. "I suppose it couldn't hurt."

'You are absolutely amazing. You are so, so intelligent and talented and you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Okay?'

Hartley's heart swelled and he smiled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to Bernard's lips. "Okay."

Bernard grinned before standing again. 'Come on. Let's go grab dinner and then I have a surprise for you.'

Hartley pursed his lips, "you know I don't like surprises-"

'Trust me?' Bernard signed, the hope and love in his eyes making Hartley's heart skip a beat.

He sighed and nodded, "of course I trust you."

Bernard grinned and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the apartment to their favorite restaurant. The conversation flowed easily and the food was delicious, but it wasn't until they were walking back home that Bernard revealed his surprise.

'You don't have to but I think you'll like this better if you put your ears back on.'

Hartley hesitated before reaching up to turn his processor back on. The street sounded as cacophonous as usual and he raised an eyebrow but Bernard just smiled and tugged him along past their apartment to the university science building. He used his keycard to get in and led him upstairs to the observatory.

"You told me you always thought stars should make a sound so…" Bernard said, gesturing to the massive telescope in the center of the room.

Hartley gasped as he looked around and saw that the entire observatory was filled with speakers and wires. He asked Bernard what was going on but he just smiled and grabbed his hand again, leading him up to the eyepiece of the telescope. He then pressed a few buttons on the console and suddenly Hartley found himself surrounded by a symphony of stars - each one a different note in an unknown, ancient melody.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Hartley."

[jerzwriter]

Hi! For the OTP asks, could you please answer for Zoe and Eli:

4. Favorite non-sexual activity? 6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s? 8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? 29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart 30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it

Thanks and have a lovely week!

Hi Dani! Thanks so much for the asks! :)

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

Believe it or not, practicing shooting together. They're both so skilled that they can really help each other improve their game, and that's important to both of them. Of course, early on when they were still pretending they weren't more than they were, it was the perfect excuse to get all close to each other because they "had" to. lol

They still enjoy that after they're together, but they come to love any downtime they have. She's an avid reader, and he's happy to snuggle up next to her on the couch as she reads a book. I also imagine they take rides on the motorcycle they stole from the Raiders when it's safe enough to do so.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partners?

Zoe loves Eli's smile more than anything in this world, especially since it was something she didn't get to see too often at first. She also loves his arms and his chest, especially when they're holding her tight, but nothing will beat his smile.

While Eli would say everything and mean it, her eyes outrank all. Big, brown, expressive doe-eyes that couldn't hide what she is feeling if she tried. He's seen every emotion in those eyes, but when he sees hope, love, and desire, that's his favorite of all.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

She has many for him, most of them are teasing him about being grumpy or uptight, but none of them stick. He's not big on nicknames, but she noticed he often calls her Zo. She teases him because her name is so short as it is. Is Zo-E too much for him? Two whole syllables? Maybe she should call him E because E-li is just too much. So she starts calling him E, and it annoys the crap out of him, so she does it more. Eventually, Zo becomes ZoZo, but E just stays E. (Though, in general, she calls him Eli.)

29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

I do most of my biggest heartbreaks in AUs, like my babies are somewhat OK in their "real" world, but because of the world they live in, everything is a bit sad for them.

By the time they meet, they've lost so much, and, in some ways, they are so broken. The way he lost his family (cannon) and the weight he carries because of it. Zoe knows her sister died to give her a chance at a happy life, and now that she's found some happiness, the guilt she has to battle. They come together in a place where there is already sadness, so it underlies almost everything.

They inhabit a world where they know every day could be their last; people are always dying. It makes even the best things bittersweet - falling in love is marked by knowing the pain of losing each other is real, but would be unbearable. If they have a child (still on the fence, but leaning that way), a moment that should be pure joy has to be met with horror as well. Zoe won't be able to fight the way she does while pregnant. Will she be safe? Who will protect her? Childbirth without healthcare is a danger in and of itself. Then they have a baby - a defenseless newborn; how can they protect him/her? Will the baby cry when it needed silence to avoid drones? If so, what will the outcome be? Will they survive, or will their child have to grow up an orphan, like Zoe? Or will they have to endure the trauma of losing their family like Eli? So even the good is bittersweet.

Now - I do have an alternate ending AU that I MAY do - and I will tell you, that is absolutely gut-wrenching. Probably one of the saddest things I've ever dreamt up. Now, will I write it?

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it

It is just the joy of knowing that they found each other. In a world where happiness is a rare luxury, they have found true love. They know how rare and precious that is. It was nothing either ever expected, and they don't take a second for granted.

They found a soft place, a home in each other, so no matter how horrible the world around them can be, as long as they have one another, they feel like the luckiest people on earth.

Thanks so much for asking! :)

[layviyu]

FLUFF ALPHABET — A, F, H, J, L, P & U WITH AKITO

short desc: letters a, f, h, j, l, p, u of the fluff alphabet with akito there's not much to explain

type: just hcs

characters: shinonome akito

genre: fluff

note: i used this list as a reference; my friend was the one who picked out the letters (she had no idea what they meant)

Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

akito surely would be one to find multiple thing attractive about his partner, and would be your biggest admirer, even if he won't outright tell you. but the thing he likes the most are your eyes. he's always found them gorgeous; he could easily lose himself in them (and he has definitely done that before). he likes it when they light up when you see something you like, and he absolutely adores it when you look at him with such affectionate eyes.

Feelings (When did they know they’re in love?)

sometimes, akito would notice how his heart beat faster whenever he was around you, or that he got flustered more easily with you. the thought of possibly having a crush on you seemed impossible to him — you were simply a close friend, and nothing more than that, right? well, that definitely changed once he noticed you started to spend too much time with toya. he couldn't help getting somewhat jealous at the idea of you preferring toya over him. that's where the truth finally sunk in. holy shit. he really has a crush you, doesn't he? more than that, he's in love with you.

Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

akito has always liked to be open with you. he doesn't like keeping secrets, and wants your relationship to be safe for you to be honest with each other. unless he starts to overwork himself once again — he knows how you act when it comes to his health. whenever you notice he seemed to have a hoarse voice, or if he seemed more tired than usual, he'd just brush it off, saying it was nothing to worry about. however, when you find why he's acting like that and confront him about it, he would apologize and say he didn't want to make you worry about him.

Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it?)

akito is definitely on the jealous side. it's not rare for you to see him acting more annoyed or clingy after you've spent some time with someone else. of course, if you ask him if he's jealous, he'll be quick to deny it and will claim you're imagining things. he trusts you and believes you won't cheat, but sometimes, he lets himself getting a little insecure, asking himself if someday you'll find someone better and leave him for them. if goes overboard with his jealousy, he'll definitely apologize, though — he'll never want you to view him as controlling or possessive.

Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

even though it wasn't intentional, akito was the first one. in a small discussion about why akito was so bothered over you spending some time with toya. what was up with him, anyway? he never acted like this before. with the banter getting more agitated, akito ended up blurting out: "it's because i love you, you idiot!". you were taken aback by the sudden confession and he turns his face away from you, his cheeks flaring red.

Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

initially, akito wasn't very fond of pet names. he only called you by your second name, but once ena started bugging him to be more affectionate with you, he gave it some thought, and settled for some you ended up liking. his personal favorite is definitely "babe", though.

Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

akito is definitely a very observant person. he catches on what you like quickly, and sometimes, seems to know you better than you know yourself. this shines especially if there's a restaurant or a cafe you go to frequently — he knows your order by heart. most of the time he also names your order, and when you ask how he knew what you were going to order, he just dismisses it as you just ordering the same thing every time. however, he likes paying attention to the little details about you — even the things you thought he'd never notice.

layviyu — do not repost my work on any other social media

posted on: 01/04/2024 — last edited on: 01/04/2024