#it's a detail about him I love so much it's so charming

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Rites: Valentine

Same-sex relationship is still illegal in my country and punishable with prison term, that's why me and my boyfriend always have to lay low in public and even also took some extra measures in private to ensure our safety. But, for Valentine's Day, we always did something special for the past 2 years and we absolutely planned to do it again this year. Last year it was two stereotypical American college football jocks, this year.....well, we wanted something different

We stumbled upon this opportunity during our research about moving out from our country and settle in an entirely different one. They helped people to relocate for short-term, like quick break from daily living, to long-term such as a complete change of life. Was it the alcohol or what that clouded our judgment back then, but we followed through the procedure back at that day from that shady website and found ourselves the following morning not next to each other and in a completely different country altogether. It was chaotic but we managed to found each other and have the best sex of our relationship to that date before all in a sudden ripped away from the two fine dadbod to return to our ordinary life when the time was up

This year, we're much more well-planned and prepared as we decided to go to Brazil to celebrate our 3rd Valentine together. Spotting that Valentine falls on Friday this year, we also requested a return back to our body by Sunday evening in our country timezone because we still need to go to work on Monday after all

"Ready?"

"Always. Directly DM me, okay?"

"Sure thing, babe,"

"Okay, good night,"

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I know it's our third time doing this, but it's always giving me such chills to open my eyes and found myself to not be in bed but actually in the middle of doing something inside a completely different body. We did mention to the agency to land us inside fit, 21-35 years old age group Brazilian men, but the weight of it really only hit when you experienced it, and it's certainly true for this one because this guy I'm in is thick!

It's Friday morning here in Rio, and I'm inside this huge tatted hunk named Gonzalo, his buzzcut and overall style makes him look very intimidating but there's a charming side to this handsome stud that I know I won't be able to resist if he flashes his smile to me. A small dog on a leash that I held added another element of surprise because I'm terrified of dog and I really cannot touch dog but I think Gonzalo here has no problem with it, right? I quickly take a selfie of myself and directly send the picture to my boyfriend's Insta as Gonzalo's insta is accessible anyway. Ohhh....he's typing right away, so he logged in to his account already huh......I wonder how he looks like

"Morning, handsome stranger. Just finished with my morning run, I'm reeked. Name's Joao,"

Fuck me, he's looking like a snack! Gonzalo's memory is filled with women and these repeated names of Carla that appeared in a lot of the memory, a girlfriend of Gonzalo apparently, but sorry to that woman, boyfriend is not going to celebrate Valentine's Day with her this year. I started to add my own input to Gonzalo's mind and make this body heated for the snack that is Joao on my screen, as I type my reply stating my interest to come over to check out how reeked he is. This two dudes might not actually know each other, but we don't really care about all that because what mattered for now is the fact that my boyfriend is inside of that man and I want to give him the love and fucking he deserved for his Valentine's Day

Once I receive the detail of his apartment location and another sultry selfie of his already taking off his musky cap and sweaty tanktop, I'm headed his way with the dog coming along with me.

The temperature in Rio is not that different with our hometown, so I find no problem strutting around over here through the walkways to the apartment located around 25 minutes walk from Gonzalo's residence. The people is definitely a lot more diverse and wearing a much-more revealing clothes compared to my hometown, but really, my mind just wandered to the idea of my boyfriend inside that taut Brazilian twunk, probably still sweaty with almost no clothings on already waiting for me. The colors of the street, the sight and senses of a new city, everything becomes secondary as I can feel the throbbing meat is accustomed to its owner's gay thoughts and just ready to be released from its cotton prison.

When I finally ring the bell of his apartment unit, the door opened quickly to the sight I simply cannot resist. I instantly lunged at him for a kiss and before long, we're already stripped naked from all our clothings as we consummate our Brazilian outings right here in this apartment while the sun shines nicely on us and the neighbors clearly can see us fucking each other but not gonna call police on us

[cute-little-fly]

My boy has a heart of gold, and I think that even if Stolas made him feel looked down and ridiculed, he also feelt good about the attention and for being able to make a Prince feel that good, and he pride himself over that. I think it started that way, and that feeling started to transform in something else.

For example when he says he is better at sex and business than any succu-bitch alive he is referencing Verosika. So that is what people take with that comment. But at the same time, he feels empowered by having Stolas eating from his palm, with the good sex he can perform, and to be able to grow his business that much. He feels he is earning that.

This is why I think that he felt so bad when Stolas didn’t immediately fell to his charms in Full Moon, when he was in love and wanted more, and why he insisted to much in having sex and giving him a good time.

Under all of that, he was falling in love without being able to do anything to help himself from it. I think that at some moment in Ozzie’s he kinda started to try to open up a little bit, but, when Stolas felt ashamed of him in public he realized it was never going to happen.

I don’t understand why people see that Blitzø was so heartbreak by Stolas seeing him just as someone for sex and then, also say he didn’t had feelings. If he didn’t had any feelings for Stolas he wouldn’t have cared that he was ashamed of him.

I think this is why he missed some Full Moon nights when Stolas let him, and why he prevented himself from initiating any emotional interchange with Stolas, like when he was at the hospital. Because he wanted to feel he could control it, when and where to see him, avoid seeing him so he can try to brush off those feelings easier.

I know that maybe some execution and some development could have been better, but after a second watch you can see all the details are there. Is just that it is more subtle for Blitzø.

The notion that Blitzø is somehow OOC for falling in love with Stolas is insane. I saw one YouTube comment saying Blitzø's character was somehow "assassinated" in Sinsmas and another called Stolitz a "proship". (It was a ship poll made by Ayylmao, and Stolitz won. Some of the replies were NOT happy about that, to say the least.)

It was there the whole the time. Smiling in the phone photo where he's cuddling up with Stolas, getting flustered about trying to explain to Striker what his relationship with Stolas was like, starting the kiss in Truth Seekers, blushing at his human form, enjoying the flirty attempt at boosting his confidence right before the sitcom.....

Of course if Blitzø had no interest in Stolas before, why did the thought of their relationship being just transactional fucking and nothing else make him so upset in the first place? Fizz didn't buy Blitzø's "Stolas only cares about having a rugged peasant rawdog him in his mattress" comment one bit. Not to mention how common and popular this is in anime, with tsunderes denying their attraction and romantic feelings for the hero all the time, but every other character can see through the bullshit. This trope dates all the way back to Shakespeare and possibly even before that.

How is it suddenly "OOC" when Stolitz does it? Kind of a rhetorical question, I already know the answer. Though another possible reason (besides the obvious one) is that the people saying this shit think Blitzø fell in love with the "wrong" character. He didn't fall for THEIR fave, the one THEY ship him with, and that makes them mad.

[naffeclipse]

Inspection

Reader x Casino!Sun & Moon

Commission Info

The lovely @skylar-content requested a very fun setting involving the boys trying to stall an inspector Y/N who has to go over the casino and see if anything is wanting. I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy the shengains! <3

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The casino before you is glittering and bright, like a star nestled against the black buildings flanking it. You scan the face of it, the decorations of celestial bodies in detailed and curving styles, swirling about the front of the establishment like a solar system supported by card games, gambling, and drinking. 

It’s not the first business you’ve come upon that looks gorgeous and glossy on the outside, only to run rusted and ruined internally. That’s why you’re here. To inspect and determine how well the casino is actually doing since opening itself for business. Of course, there were the typical background checks to see if permits are up to date and the numbers of employees, animatronics, and customers, and other factors that bore you slightly.

No, you’re here to see for yourself. If there is one misdirection, if there is one protocol not being followed to the letter, you will uncover it and put it on full display, like unearthing a rock to reveal the insects below.

The owners of the establishment would do well to see that there are no bugs scurrying underneath your feet. Ahead of schedule, you push in the door and enter the lobby in the brightness of day. The interior is low and smoky, already dimming into a shadowy, dark refuge for those who creep through the night. 

A little surprise is well to-do for your line of work. It’s not unlike flipping on a light in the kitchen to find how many cockroaches scatter. For the sake of those who have stakes in this venue, there will be no cockroaches.

A greeter, a human woman, dressed in a sleek and dark dress, gapes for a moment before recovering herself. Your reputation precedes you. She quickly invites you inside, hiding the shock of your untimely arrival as best as she can behind a charming, bright white smile.

“I can escort you directly to the executives—”

You silence her with a look. She visibly swallows. 

“I will look over the floor,” you decide, trailing your gaze from the entrance to the empty room full of card tables and a private bar to one end. Two animatronics both straighten when your eyes graze past them, noting the lighting is acceptable but there are a few less emergency exit signs than you would prefer—not against code, but a factor that suggests the establishment may try to scrap by doing the bare minimum. At least upon face value.

“Then I will send for them to meet you right away,” she says, much less confident this time.

You dismiss her with a wave of your hand, and she scurries off, rushing to an elevator. The poor thing is shaking. Perhaps she’ll find her bosses before you make a determination on the place.

Sweeping forward, you observe the cleanliness of the carpets and the polished tabletops. The animatronic you noted earlier are quickly striding towards you. A brush of urgency paints their stylized face plates, one taking after the moon in its crescent phase, and the other with the full roundness of the sun. 

Your eyes eat up their attire. They are dressed in sleek, seamless slacks and button ups. Their legs are long and quickly meet you in the center of the casino. The lunar inspired one wears a crisp deep blue vest and the other is dressed with sleek sleeve garters on his impeccable yellow shirt. Their optics glow, a flash of unease before one clasp his hands behind his back and the other clasp them in front of him in a show of eagerness.

“Welcome, inspector! We weren’t expecting you so soon,” the sunny one exudes cheerfully, careful to keep a steady fluctuation of his voice. Mentally, you note the general warmth of the animatronic, a seemingly advanced one of that, employed at the casino. You hope they are up to standard. 

“I’m aware.” You look towards the card tables then back to the bar. 

The animatronic quickly steps into your view, regaining your attention with a very deliberate obstruction of your view. You level a steely look at him. His fingers clench slightly tighter in his clasped hands. 

“Allow me to introduce myself and my coworker. I am Sun and this is Moon.” He holds out a hand to himself, then gestures to the lunar animatronic. Fitting. You hold the other’s gaze, Moon’s, and he returns it with unabashed focus. 

“May I take your coat?” Sun offers his hand. “One such as yourself wouldn’t want to grow too hot, even if the temperature of the venue is regularly constant and with appropriate changes depending on the season and the weather.”

“No, thank you,” you fix your suit jacket slightly and continue to glance around Sun. Though the animatronics are striking and attentive, you’re certain they are here to serve as a distraction from your real business, perhaps buying time until their higher ups can descend and offer slick smiles and greasy reassurances that all is well and up to code. “I will continue surveying the floor. Where are you stationed?”

Moon shares the briefest glimpse with Sun. 

“My, my, determined, aren’t you?” Sun laughs but there’s a slight strain. You arch an eyebrow before he quickly holds out an arm and directs you forward. “But of course, your survey wouldn’t be complete without seeing the situation at the bar. A pretty thing like you must be in need of refreshment.”

Unable to find a way around the animatronic, you concede to his insistence and allow him to escort you to the counter. His counterpart is silent, quietly observing with his hands still clasped behind his back as he follows like a silent escort—imposing but well within reach such a customer requires assistance or service. Good.

Sun slides behind the bar. “Of course, it is all on the house.”

Of course. You don’t bat an eye at the generous offer.

“What is your poison?” Sun leans slightly down, putting his elbow on the bar while he surveys you, peering deeply into your expression. You will admit, he is charismatic and connects well, a trait that would serve any bartender. “Might I take a guess?”

“No,” you say, and Sun blinks. Off to the side, Moon utters a snicker before silencing himself.

“We do have sodas, club, sprite, coke—and a whole array of non-alcoholic beverages.” he asks, taking a glass and carefully flipping it in his hand. He sets it down, just waiting for your word.

“Are you calibrated to measure and mix alcohol correctly?” You study his hands, his attention never slipping from you, almost as if he’s afraid to look away from a viper striking. “A coke, please.”

Sun effortlessly finds a bottle and opens it, and pours only a shot-worth into the glass. You do not touch it, studying the amount and careful grace of his silver, metallic hands. Effective and swift. 

“Your eyes are sharp,” Sun begins, and you lift your gaze to pierce him with it. He fumbles slightly. “They must serve you well in your line of work.”

“Indeed, they do.” You continue to watch him. Flattering does not charge your batteries but the attempt is endearing, non the less. If an executive were perhaps making such remarks, you would be much more severe, but the animatronic seems almost desperate to have you take a drink.

So you do. Plucking the glass, you sip on the coke, the bubbles tingling over your tongue before you swallow. His eyes seem to linger on your throat before you promptly rise from the stool. You leave the coke.

“Show me your game table,” you speak to Moon, and he inclines his head. He spares a glance to Sun, who seems to flail slightly behind the bar but is helpless to stop you from walking over with Moon. The lunar animatronic takes out your seat and you sink down. This more private section of the floor is lit well and the table is polished and clean. 

Moon stands across from you, and reaches underneath for a deck of cards. He places the fresh stack on the table, the black covers as sleek and yellow-speckled as the night sky. 

In your mental examination of his sleek movements and his cool demeanor, only a slight twitch of his digit gives way to nervousness, or perhaps a glitch that needs addressing? You stare critically before Moon takes the deck and shuffles it. The edges slip against each other sharply and a crisp snap of the cards brings them all back together.

“How long do you deal at a table?” you hold his gaze while he presents a whole fan of the cards before you. The faces of kings and queens stare up, unblinking.

“An hour, then I am given a 20 minute break, broken up into intervals over my shift,” Moon answers smoothly. The mandatory requirement. There is no indication that this is a lie, and you’re inclined to believe his truth.

He taps the fanned out deck. “Pick a card.”

You briefly glance down. To humor him, you tap the first one you see—a two of hearts. 

A test of the dealer’s abilities, an animatronic one at that, you ask him another question while studying how smoothly he takes back the deck and shuffles it, leaving your two of hearts out. You then pick it up, and silently, at his outstretched hand, set it on top of the deck. In rapid fashion, he shuffles the cards with grace and ease, answering your questions without a stammer.

Occasionally, he flickers his optics back to the bar, looking for assistance but the solar co-worker remains out of reach. You tilt your head, almost finding it adorable, before Moon sets the deck down.

“Draw the top card.” 

You do, and it’s a queen of diamonds. Moon, however, draws the second card, and presents to you between two silver digits.

“Is this your card?”

The two of hearts stare back at you.

“Well done,” you give dryly. Moon smoothly takes it back and takes back your queen of diamonds, stuffing them seamlessly back into the deck. 

“What game would you like to play? I can set up anything and everything,” he gestures a sweeping arm over the table. 

You arch an eyebrow. Deadpan, you utter, “Slap jack.”

Moon laughs once, raspy and low, and quite endearing in the face of your joke: most don’t realize that you are joking. He quickly dolls out piles between the two of you. You take your stack, and survey the animatronic. A test of strength and control is needed. 

You two quickly flip cards, the sounds subtle, while you watch for a jack. Moon is calm, at ease, his red optics flashing away minutely to his counterpart before continuing the game. 

You play a jack. You slap your hand down, and the animatronic’s lands on top of yours, cool and non-crushing. 

Moon immediately lifts his hand away, as if he did something inexplicable, his fingers curling while he avoids your gaze for a moment.

“That’s all I need to see,” you declare. Getting up, you leave the game table. Moon watches you go, stunned for a brief moment.

“Wait,” Sun lifts his voice. 

You do not slow as he quickly flanks you. Moon quickly reaches your other side, and they both gently take hold of your elbows. 

“Wait, inspector, just one moment!” Sun laughs anxiously, “Are you sure I can’t give you a proper drink?”

“We can play blackjack,” Moon offers, his voice lower but intense.

You stop, observing their careful placement of their hands and the gentleness of which they stop you. The higher ups do not deserve such dedicated staff members, but you’ll go over that with the higher ups in a moment.

“I am finished here,” you say, but just then, across the floor, you spy the woman from earlier following three men in expensive suits and flapping ties, hustling to reach you for damage control.

Sun’s and Moon’s expressions share equal mounting concern, and for the briefest moment, you grow soft at the sight of their apprehension.

“I’m pleased thus far,” you tell them both, before turning away, slipping out of their hands to meet the executives. 

Sun and Moon share another glance of relief, that softly melts into adoration as they watch you go, but you do not witness it.

[imaluvsj7]

✿ ─── BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS : 박성훈

SYNOPSIS : where sung𝒽oon wants to make his new classmate his girlfriend

PAIRING : 𝓅ark sung𝒽oon x 𝒻em reader; GENRE : fluff, 𝒽eadcanons, classmate to bestfriends to 𝓁overs ; WC : 744

───── 【 𝒾mas’ note 】 ❍ :: this was requested, anon I hope it's what you wanted if it didn't turned out good I'm sorry it's my first time writing headcanons :⁠^⁠)

WARNINGS : english is not my first language!

DISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who was awestruck when you introduced yourself as his new classmate.

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who wanted to befriend you but due to his shy demeanor he couldn't muster up the courage to approach you.

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who was envious of his friend Jay when you approached him during lunch hours but soon became flustered when you recognised him and talked to him.

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who made the decision to talk to you after his friends, Jay and Jake motivated him and boosted his courage — “look she knows you, idiot and even talked to you so you shouldn't miss out the chance or at least try to continue your talking stage.”

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who has successfully made you his friend, now feels happy and giddy everyday thinking about his interactions with you.

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who is no more just a classmate but your best friend after 4 months you both are getting closer to each other.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who treats you way better than anyone else among your loved ones, who makes you feel seen and visible despite the crowd.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who is observant and notices every detail about you, who makes sure to you are always eating well after knowing you love different types of foods.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who treats you like a princess and always prioritizes you — asking what you want from the mall when he is out shopping with friends, bringing you random small gifts which remind him of you.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who drops not so subtle hints about his liking towards you. Always blushing, giving small smirks, holding you close to him, finding any excuse to be with you.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who is always present during your vulnerable and anxious moments, holding you close to him and whispering soft and loving words to you.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who wipes your tears and cooks you / orders you your comfort food and cuddles you to sleep.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! whom people assume is your boyfriend but you don't correct them leading him to collect hints.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who introduced you and invited you into his friend group leading you to become friends with some lovely people.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who couldn't help himself but admire you and adore you every chance he gets.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who takes you out on a dinner as a surprise date to make you his girlfriend after 8 months of waiting.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who gets shy when you accept to become his girlfriend but makes sure your first kiss of the relationship is memorable.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who is no longer just your best friend but also your boyfriend, a proud boyfriend.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who isn't much into pda but holds your hand, gives you hand and forehead pecks occasionally.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who doesn't care about other opinions about your relationship, rather looks forward to being a good boyfriend.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who makes you feel like the happiest partner through his loving gestures, actions and words.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who cannot believe how he managed to make you his girlfriend.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who invites you to his skating performances and practices because for him you're his good luck charm.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who looks up to you with bright eyes and shy grin waiting for you to praise him and tell him how good he is and how proud you're of him.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who has his own insecurities but is open to communicating with you to build a healthy relationship. Who always talks about his day to you and listens to your talks.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who cannot keep his hands to himself with you alone in his dorm, always sliding his hand down your hips or gripping your hips.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who loves when you wear his clothes because he thinks you look so stunning and beautiful and can't help but make you sit on his lap while making out with you on the couch.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who has not only impressed your friends but also your parents — who want him to be your husband too.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who blushes to the thought of being your husband but has the thoughts of making you his wife when the time comes.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who has his own flaws and makes some mistakes in your relationship but regardless always looks forward to acknowledging them and improving himself for you.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who loves you dearly and wants to spend all his life spoiling you.

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[httpsdana]

I saw that ur doing a fake-dating trope for pau but i think it would work so well for alejandro too 😭😭 maybe him and the read r both in la masia and he wants to get his family to stop pestering him about his partying habits so he convinces the reader to go along with it

Too Real~Alejandro Balde

・❥・prompt list

・❥・ masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who i write for

・❥・a/n: this will be my last post till the middle of march when i finish my finals 🫶🏻

“Fake date? Really?” y/n almost rolled her eyes at Alejandro’s words.

“Please. I just need my parents to get off my back for a while. They think all I do is go to parties and hang out with random girls,” he said.

y/n gave him a pointed look. “But that’s what you’re doing,”

He let out a sigh, his hands flopping by his sides. Then he looked down at her, his eyes pleading.

“Just one dinner. I promise it wouldn’t be bad. I really need you to do this to me,” he said, not breaking eye contact. The intensity of his gaze made her look away.

“And what do I get from all this?” she raised her eyebrows, making his face light up with hope.

“Anything you want,” he said with a smile.

“Can we get ice cream after that dinner,” she said, making him chuckle with an amused smile.

“I just gave you the chance to ask for whatever you want and you want ice cream?” he didn’t hide his amusement, his eyes looking softly at her.

Her cheeks flushed from the look of his eyes, trying to bite back a smile.

“Well yes, what did you expect?” she said

He shrugged. “I don’t know, but not this”

“Well I’m a simple girl who loves ice cream” she responded

“Which is why I chose you for this . My parents will love you,” he replied, reminding her about their main topic here.

“right…” she murmured, kind of regretting her decision but there was no turning back now.

“Don’t worry, preciosa. If you feel uncomfortable, we can leave as soon as we get there,” he suggested, making her nod.

Maybe this fake date can make him notice the crush she has had on him for so long now.

y/n let out a sigh as she glanced at herself in the mirror one last time. She made sure to look as good as possible, without making it seem that she’s trying too hard. A mid-length black dress that showed just enough skin, with thin straps and matching heels. Fixing her lipstick one last time, she took a deep breath as her phone rang on the nightstand.

Alejandro’s name appeared, making her heart skip a beat as she hit accept quickly.

“Hello?” she said nervously, her voice shaky.

“Hola preciosa, I’m almost at your house. Are you done, or do you need more time?” he asked.

“uh…No I'm finished,” she mumbled, not trusting her voice much.

“Don't be nervous. I’ll be by your side all evening,” His voice broke the silence. She didn’t know why but the softness in his words made her nerves ease a bit.

They hung up as Alejandro arrived, while she sprayed her perfume and got her purse, rushing down to open the door.

Alejandro stood there, wearing a full black suit with a bouquet of red roses. His eyes raked her body, taking in every detail of her before looking at her face.

She never felt more thankful that her makeup wouldn't show how flushed her face felt

“Hola hermosa,” he said, his voice charming like always.

“hey,” she murmured, suddenly finding more interest in the heels she was wearing

“These are for you,” he handed her the roses, watching how her face twisted in confusion.

“that's the least I could do for you,” he shrugged. “and my mom would kill me if she found out i picked up my ‘girlfriend’ without bringing her her favorite flowers”

She had so many questions. So many that the only one she managed to ask was, “how did you know I love roses?”

Alejandro grinned proudly, his smile wide.

“oh i remember you mentioned it before at one of the team dinners back in the day,” he said so casually.

Her heart leaped in her chest at his little confession. He remembered that?

“Come on gorgeous, we can't keep them waiting for too long,” he snapped her out of her thoughts.

She quickly placed the roses in some water and followed Alejandro to his car.

The drive to the restaurant was silent. She was too anxious to say a thing, to the point where Alejandro thought he had done something to upset her.

As they reached their destination, Alejandro got out of his seat and to her side of the door, opening it for her and helping her out of the car.

“You look breathtaking,” he whispered in her ear, before reaching down and intertwining their fingers. Her face burned from the compliment and all she could do was give him a small smile.

“take a deep breath. you'll be fine,” he mumbled, pressing a small kiss on her hair and starting to make their way inside, his hand never leaving hers.

The waiter led them to their table, where his parents and brother were sitting.

Alejandro watched her hesitation as she looked at his family. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before speaking

“This is y/n. My girlfriend,” he introduced. She gave them a soft smile reaching over to shake his mom’s hand at first, giving her the two traditional cheek kisses.

“When Ale told me you were beautiful I didn’t imagine you this gorgeous,” his mom said. And before she had the chance to look at Alejandro he cleared his throat.

“Let’s sit down shall we?” He moved a chair for her, helping her sit down before settling next to her.

“So tell us y/n, how did you and Alejandro meet?” his dad asked before sipping out of his glass of wine.

“Oh we were at La Masia together,” she answered politely

“You’re a football player too? How interesting,” his brother looked impressed, making her blush slightly.

“Yeah I’m still at Barca, not a starter like this one here though,” she nudged Alejandro with her shoulder, making him chuckle.

“You’ll get your chance, preciosa,” he murmured, making her smile softly at his words.

Dinner was surprisingly easy. Alejandro’s family was warm and welcoming, and y/n found herself enjoying their company more than she expected.

His mother was kind, always asking about her family. His father was a bit more reserved, but his questions were thoughtful.

And his brother? His brother was just like him; making jokes that had her laughing despite her nerves.

But what made the evening feel different, special, was Alejandro himself.

From the moment they sat down, he was all over her in ways that were subtle yet impossible to ignore.

His hand rested on the back of her chair as he played with some strands of her hair, his fingers brushing against her neck.

Then his fingers brushed over hers when she reached for the menu. And as the dinner continued, he grew bolder.

His hand casually found her thigh under the table, his thumb stroking lazy circles against her skin.

And the kisses.

They were brief, soft. Just enough to make her heart race.

A quick peck on her temple when his mom complimented how beautiful she was. A soft kiss to her shoulder as he whispered something low in her ear, his lips barely brushing her skin.

And the one that almost made her melt was the gentle kiss on her knuckles when his father asked about her football career, his dark eyes locking with hers in a way that felt far too real.

y/n knew they were supposed to be ‘pretending’, but Alejandro was making it so difficult.

“So, y/n,” his mother spoke up, pulling her out of her train of thoughts, “Ale told me you like to draw too. That must be exciting.”

y/n nodded, suddenly aware of Alejandro’s fingers still tracing patterns on her thigh. “Yeah, I draw in my free time. Haven’t had him model for me yet ” she nudged him playfully.

Alejandro smirked, tilting his head. “Maybe soon princesa.”

The way he said it so gently made her heart flutter.

His mom grinned at them. “I just love how supportive you are of each other. It’s beautiful.”

Alejandro’s grip on her hand tightened, and without hesitation, he lifted it to his lips, pressing a slow kiss to her fingers. “She’s easy to support,” he murmured. “She’s amazing.”

She swore she stopped breathing at his tone.

The rest of dinner was a blur. Between Alejandro’s lingering touches, his soft kisses, the way he constantly leaned in just to whisper in her ear, it felt like the most intimate date she had ever been on.

And the worst part?

She didn’t want it to end.

After dinner, Alejandro kept his promise. Ice cream. Just the two of them.

The little shop was quiet, the neon sign lighting over them as they leaned against his car, their cones in hand.

She was about to take a bite when Alejandro’s thumb brushed the corner of her lips.

“You had some right here,” he murmured, his touch lingering a second too long. He raised his thumb between his lips, licking the ice cream of his fingers.

Her breath hitched in her throat and she froze for a moment.

God, this didn’t feel fake at all.

Alejandro exhaled deeply, setting his ice cream down on the hood of his car. “y/n,” he started, his voice softer now, more serious.

She turned to look at him, heart pounding. “Yeah?”

He ran a hand over his hair, his eyes flickering between her lips and her eyes. “I need to tell you something.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, suddenly terrified of what he was about to say.

“I know I asked you to do this because of my parents,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I chose you for a reason.”

Her brows furrowed at his confession. “What do you mean?”

He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek. “I could’ve asked anyone, preciosa. But I didn’t want anyone else. I wanted you.”

Her heart stopped for a second.

“Alejandro…” he started, but he interrupted her by tracing her jawline with his thumb, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

“I’ve liked you for a long time. I just…I didn’t know how to say it. And when I saw you tonight, when we were with my family… it didn’t feel fake. Not for a second.”

She forgot how to breathe at the intimacy of his voice.

And before she could process what was happening, Alejandro leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. It wasn’t forced. It was gentle, full of everything he hadn’t been able to say before.

And when he pulled away, he couldn’t help but grin.

“I want this to be real.”

She smiled softly, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. “Then let’s make it real.”

Alejandro beamed at her, capturing her lips again in a kiss that tasted like vanilla ice cream and something else; something sweeter.

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please logan sargeant x goth!reader hc's (of any kind- fluffy or smutty, whatever you feel most inspired for)!!

oo i like this idea! drivers x alternative!reader >>>>>>>>>>

logan sargeant x gn!goth!reader

found that, because of your appearance, you stood out to him and therefore, he couldn't tear his eyes away

approaches you slowly, afraid to intrude on your personal space, but finds you to be incredibly charming and sweet, if a very tiny, yet cute, amount of awkward

obsessed with your fashion sense and (if you wear it) makeup choices and thinks about it all the time until he decides to say fuck it and ask you out

you two enter a relationship pretty quickly but neither of you feel like you rushed it, you're too happy with each other

if you wear makeup, he loves watching you put it on

he finds the attention to detail really charming and loves to watch you slowly but surely decorate your face

even willing to let you put small, trace amounts of eyeliner on him

thinks the elaborate hairstyles you compose are fucking amazing and he could watch you style your hair over and over without becoming bored

watches you so much that he gains pretty good knowledge of how it works and he asks if he can style you hair - he does a pretty good job, even if there are a few flyaway strands or awkward sticky-uppy bits

loves helping you pick out outfits, admiring the way you layer and style things to turn something simple into something cool and very stylish

might steal one or two of your bracelets to incorporate into his outfit as a small symbol of his love for you

even though he doesn't read, he'll loves listening to you read gothic books, slowly learning the ways as to how and why a book falls into the gothic genre

finds goth music fascinating and is always willing to listen to it with you, even if he doesn't go out of his way to listen to it himself

doesn't give a fuck about whether or not you "ruin" his image bcuz he loves you and thinks that people's perception of him doesn't matter that much if that perception doesn't include love & support for you

might ask you to help him design some helmets, especially if he's racing in your home country because he'd want to honour you and his love for you in a helmet

loves to celebrate halloween with you because you always know how to make your house look all cool and decorated

also totally down to go out on halloween as two vampires because you pull that look off so well

will let you bite him

professional sap, will blabber about you and your good looks and amazing sense of fashion to anyone who will listen

you are his pride and joy and his instagram feed reflects that

loves how much your external appearance hides the true softness and sweetness that you are full of

always willing to help you remove your makeup or get undressed if you are too tired from a long day but obviously don't wanna sleep all gothed up

thinks that you look lovely no matter what but he knows the goth look makes you happy and more confident and therefore he will always encourage it

literally the sweetest and will yap about you forever

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[blueesnow]

Jinguji Ren's Birthday (Year 1) Voicelines Translation.

-You can look at it again on the Event Log, Mini-Event section (for the other boys messages to him) and Talk section (for a one-on-one conversation with you and him) in Idol Page.

-Also the translations might not be fully accurate since I'm not that fluent on jp/en, so if i ever made a mistake do correct me🙏

<You (Player)> Ren: Thank you, Lady. I feel like I'm going crazy from all of the overwhelming love I'm getting from you. Ren: In addition to feeling giddy with happiness, a greedy thought also comes to mind. Like how I don't want to give you to anyone, for example.

<Otoya> Otoya: Happy Birthday! Ren is so mature that I tend to rely on you for help. You look cool too, I'm so jealous~ Ren: Thank you. …You give me too much praise. I'm sure there are many aspects only you can have, Ikki.

<Masato> Masato: I will offer you my sincere blessing at least on your birthday. Happy Birthday, Jinguji. I hope you have a wonderful day. Ren: That's quite unexpected. Are you plotting something? …Oh well, let me say thank you. In between our unfortunate but inseparable relationship.

<Natsuki> Natsuki: Happy Birthday. We're both an Onii-san among everyone. Let's do our best together! Ren: You're right, I'm sure I could become a good "Onii-san" with Shinomi. How about we hold a meeting between the two of us right now?

<Tokiya> Tokiya: Happy Birthday, Ren. I'm always grateful of your nonchalant attention. Ren: Thank you. I also like the easy-going relationship I have with Icchi. Let's go out together again.

<Syo> Syo: Happy Birthday! You always look so picturesque huh, Ren~ I'll be using you as a reference again. Ren: Sure, if you're fine with me. How about we go shopping? I'd like you to pick out some clothes for me too.

<Cecil> Cecil: Happy Birthday, Ren! Ren is always so kind. You're a wonderful person I look up to. Ren: You're praising me too much. But, thanks. It must be because of Cesshi's honesty that I'm like that.

<Reiji> Reiji: Happy Birthday, Ren-Ren☆ Rei-chan will play with you to celebrate~♪ How about we go surfing! Ren: I'm no match for you. You make me want to go right away if you invite me like that. Thank you, let's set up a date.

<Ranmaru> Ranmaru: Happy Birthday. You might be cheeky, but you always do everything that needs to be done. I think that's one of your good strengths. Ren: Thank you, Ran-chan. Despite what you say, your kindness haven't changed at all since the old days.

<Ai> Ai: Happy Birthday, Ren. Not only in real life, but I will also celebrate it once again in the game. Wait for it. Ren: I'm flattered. I love playing game with Aimi too. I can't wait until I log in to the game.

<Camus> Camus: Happy Birthday. I shall continue to make use of you as an outstanding chauffeur from now on. You should feel honored. Ren: Hehe, that means you enjoy going out with me, right? Sure, I'll accompany you anywhere you want.

<Eiichi> Eiichi: Happy Birthday. I think your beautiful manners is one of your strong points that I should learn more from. Ren: Thank you. Perhaps, it's because you're a leader, but you always pay close attention to things in details, huh.

<Kira> Kira: Happy Birthday… The way you look during work… and how you would sometimes show your true self. Either of them… have the power to charm people. Ren: I'm flattered to hear your earnest praise. Likewise, I think you have a good contrast in your personality as well.

<Nagi> Nagi: You're always playing a sexy role, how about you learn to be cute once in a while? Since it's your birthday, Nagi will teach you! Ren: Learning how to be cute, huh. It seems quite interesting. Thank you. Could I ask you for help right away?

<Eiji> Eiji: Happy Birthday. If you don't mind, I could tell you about my recommended spicy food restaurants. Ren: Thank you. That's a very interesting topic. Since you like cooking, I suppose that means you know a lot about it?

<Van> Van: Happy Birthday! You like card games, right? It would be fun to try it with 18 of us! Ren: That's an interesting idea! I'll have to check out what we can do with a big number of people. …Oh, I won't hand over the victory to you.

<Yamato> Yamato: Happy Birthday! You have such a strong core. Are darts good for building muscles? Ren: Thank you. Although it mainly uses one arm, it's also some sort of whole workout, so maybe it does.

<Shion> Shion: Happy Birthday. I could feel your deep love for everyone… from the way you carried yourself on stage. It was magnificent… Ren: Thank you. It makes me really happy to hear that from someone who makes his own atmosphere with his unique worldview.

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creds to GyuBloody on Pinterest for img

here's a quick megumi valentines oneshot!

Title: Unspoken Confessions

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slow Burn, Valentine’s Day Special

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You never thought much about Valentine’s Day. It was just another day—one where couples exchanged chocolates and flowers while single people either ignored it or complained. You belonged to the neutral group, content with watching the festivities from a distance.

This year was no different—except for the small detail that your best friend, Megumi Fushiguro, had been acting weird all day.

"Are you okay?" you finally asked as you both walked home together after class. It had become routine for you to accompany each other, neither of you feeling the need to fill the silence with unnecessary words.

"I'm fine," Megumi replied quickly, but his grip on his bag tightened.

You raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You've been fidgeting since this morning."

Megumi let out a small sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets. "It's nothing."

You didn’t believe him, but you also knew that pressing him wouldn’t get you anywhere. So, you shrugged and continued walking, enjoying the crisp February air. The streets were filled with couples, some holding hands, others exchanging small gifts. You glanced at the heart-shaped decorations lining the shop windows, a small smile forming on your lips.

"You didn’t get any chocolates this year?" you teased, glancing at him.

Megumi scoffed. "No. And I don’t need any."

You chuckled. "Come on, you must have at least one secret admirer."

He exhaled sharply, his gaze shifting toward the ground. "Not interested."

You laughed at his usual indifference, but before you could change the topic, Megumi stopped walking. You turned to face him, confused.

“…What is it?”

He hesitated for a moment before pulling something out of his pocket—a small, neatly wrapped box with a simple ribbon tied around it. He held it out toward you without meeting your eyes.

You blinked, caught completely off guard. "Huh?"

"It's for you," he muttered, looking away. "Don't make a big deal out of it."

You took the box carefully, heart pounding slightly. "You got me a gift?"

"Obviously."

You hesitated before untying the ribbon and opening the box. Inside was a set of chocolates, all in different shapes—some hearts, some stars, and even a few that looked like tiny dogs. They weren’t store-bought; they had a slightly uneven, handmade charm to them.

Your eyes widened. "You… made these?"

Megumi rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. Took longer than I thought, though."

A warmth spread through your chest as you stared at the chocolates. The usually reserved and pragmatic Megumi Fushiguro had spent time making these for you.

"You didn't have to," you said softly, but a smile tugged at your lips.

"I wanted to," he admitted, finally meeting your gaze. His expression was unreadable, but his ears were tinged pink. "So… just take them."

You held the box close, feeling a little flustered yourself. "Thank you, Megumi. Really."

He nodded, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "It's not a big deal."

But it was.

Because while Valentine’s Day had always felt like just another day, this year, it meant something more.

And maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as neutral about it as you thought.

a/n: in case you didn't know, in Japan you give handmade chocolates called 'Giri choco' to your crush or loved one! Store bought chocolates are for work colleagues or platonic valentine's!

happy valentine's to anyone who celebrates ^•^

~V

[numbuh424]

@nearsbday : DAY 5 - "BULLSEYE / VICTORY"

Target practice 🎯

[deliriousblue]

THE HEART KILLERS (2024) episode nine

[imerian]

My (very old) loscar brooch (?) that i just now made doodles for

More pictures under cut

[electric-plants]

alhaitham: it’s five in the morning what do you want from me

cyno: your signature on this paper

cyno: also a date but i don’t think that’s relevant right now

alhaitham: cyno please it is FIVE in the MORNING

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 4 :)

[akai-anna]

me, at hattori heiji, with endless amount of affection: i love you

[skrunksthatwunk]

BREAKING NEWS i said yeah on the phone and rascal meowed back at me from across the room hehe

[smile-files]

the murder mystery i'm reading has a character whom i can instantly clock as autistic. yay! i have no reason to think he'll be the murderer but i'll be very angry if he is