#pretty sure i hate this but . this song is so them

[vandme12]

Ronin with a partner that knows how to fight but one day they get injured like SUPERRR that they pass out

Blood.

It drips between his fingers, hot and wet, soaking into the torn fabric of your clothes. The deep, jagged wound along your side isn’t slowing, the bleeding steady, relentless, staining everything it touches.

His fingers press harder against it, trying to stop the flow, but it’s everywhere. You’re everywhere—your scent, your warmth, the familiar weight of you in his arms. It’s wrong. It’s all wrong.

Ronin has seen a lot of things in his life. Caused a lot of things, too. He’s watched men die, listened to their gurgling last breaths with a smirk on his lips, left bodies behind like calling cards. Blood and guts don’t faze him. Nothing fazes him.

Until now.

Until you.

His hands shake, just slightly. He presses down harder.

“Hey.” His voice is rough, not his usual lilting, teasing tone. There’s no sing-song lilt, no performance. He’s not playing at anything right now. “C’mon, sweetheart, open those pretty eyes for me.”

“Shit—hey. Hey, hey, sweetheart.” His voice is sharp, but there’s an edge to it. Frantic. A tone no one ever hears from him. His fingers tighten, trying to stop the bleeding, but it just keeps coming.

He’s used to blood. Loves blood. He’s spilled it, played in it, painted art with it. But not yours.

Never yours.

Nothing.

Your face is slack, barely breathing, your chest rising and falling unevenly. The fight had been a mess, but it shouldn’t have been like this. You were always careful. Always strong. Always just a step ahead of the carnage, moving like you belonged in it, like you could dance in blood and come out unscathed.

And yet here we are.

Ronin looks at you.

Of you slipping away before he can tell you—

His jaw clenches, teeth grinding together so hard he might crack something.

“Shit,” he hisses. “You always gotta be so goddamn difficult, huh?”

Your blood is soaking into his clothes.

The bastards who did this? Dead. Already. He made sure of it. Ripped them apart before they even had time to beg. But it wasn’t enough. It didn’t fix anything. It didn’t erase the fact that you were still lying here, pale and unmoving in his arms.

And he hates it.

Ronin shifts, adjusting his grip beneath you, his movements precise, careful in a way that feels foreign to him. He’s not careful. He’s never careful. But now? Now he has to be.

Because it’s you.

“Just hold on,” he mutters, voice low, almost a plea. He doesn’t beg. He doesn’t do that. But maybe—maybe just this once—

He stands, pulling you against him as he moves, carrying you like you weigh nothing. You’re warm, too warm, feverish from blood loss, your breathing shallow against his throat. His pulse thunders beneath his skin, but his face is blank, his expression unreadable.

Not here.

Not now.

He can’t lose you.

Won’t.

Not ever.

The first thing you feel is pain. A dull, aching throb that radiates from your side, spreading like fire.

The second thing you feel is warmth.

A weight draped over you, something solid, something familiar.

Blinking is hard, your eyelids heavy, but you manage. The world is blurry, shadows bleeding into each other. But when you try to move, to sit up, a hand presses against your shoulder, firm but careful.

“Hey, hey, don’t start pulling that stubborn shit already.”

The voice is familiar.

You blink again, vision swimming, and then—

Ronin.

He’s leaning against the bed, one arm slung lazily across his bent knee, but his whole body is tense. His usual smirk is nowhere to be found. His eyes—sharp, burning—lock onto yours the second you look at him.

Your throat is dry. You swallow. “You—”

“Me?” His voice is too casual, too smooth. Fake. His hand shifts, fingers brushing lightly against your arm. “Nah, sweetheart, we’re talking about you.”

You try to piece together what happened. The fight. The blood. The cold, creeping exhaustion—

Your stomach twists. “I—”

Ronin tuts, pressing a finger against your lips. “Shhh.” He leans in, close enough that you can feel his breath ghost over your skin. His usual teasing grin flickers back into place, but there’s a tension beneath it, something frayed and raw at the edges.

“You scared the shit outta me.”

You blink at him. “You?”

“Yeah, me,” he mutters. “Believe it or not, I don’t exactly enjoy watching you bleed out in my arms.” His voice drops, quieter. “Not a fan of that. Not one bit.”

Your chest tightens, the weight of his words sinking in.

You reach for his hand. His fingers twitch when you lace them together, but he doesn’t pull away.

“…Sorry,” you murmur.

Ronin stares at you.

Then he laughs. It’s not his usual laughter—it’s sharp, edged with something almost hysterical. His free hand comes up, brushing over your forehead, sweeping hair back from your face.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, shaking his head. His grip tightens just slightly, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “You think I want an apology?”

Your lips part, but before you can say anything, he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice is lower now, steadier, but there’s an edge to it. A promise.

“I don’t need an apology,” he murmurs. “I just need you to not do that again.”

You swallow. “I’ll try.”

His eyes flick down to your lips, then back up. He exhales sharply, his body finally relaxing—just a little. His thumb rubs absent circles over the back of your hand.

“…Good enough,” he mutters.

And for now, it is.

"If you want to get into fights, Let me join, Maybe, I want to see how this life goes until the end..?"

[deepsthroats]

PUSH2START: rafe cameron gets turned on when reader (THEE brand-new hot young singer), went to outer banks to record her next music video, from her smash summer song.

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NOTES: HEAR ME OUT that idea came into me bc i think tyla and drew would make such a hot couple mdjjdjdj…also english is not my first language, so apologies for any mistake!

WARNINGS: male masturbation,erotic fantasy, rafe and his disturbing troughts about fucking reader.

“Jesus..fuckk” rafe’s dirty words sounded more like a curse while stroking himself to the image of your doll-body, tan sun kissed skin and bambi eyes. God, you were just so fuckable- the way ur hips were movin while dancing to “pushin' on my buttons with no hesitation”, -makin rafe actually wanna push all of your buttons deeply…he remembers your foreigner accent calling him:

“Hay Mr. rafey cameron” you said with a big smile, on your way to hug him. He hated how he loved that hug so much, stayin’ a litte longer with his hand on ur waist, squeezing a lil’ bit.

A big popstar like you coming to a small city like outer banks of course kept the place curious. Everyone were looking foward to meet u ever since the media leaked the place you were going to shoot the music video for PUSH2START. But u def didn’t disapointed. Everyone were stunned not only by your unreal beauty, but about how kind and sweet was your personality. You made sure to take pictures with all the fans, talk to them, and even payed some food for the tired fans.

The Cameron family, as the richest clan livin in outer banks, were the ones taking care of the whole musicvideo. The shoots, the recording, the marketing…everything. So, ofcourse rafe cameron would be present. Sarah and Wheezie were having a blash about meeting the most pretty, talented, funny and successful it girl of the time. Mr Rafe, could not care less..i mean, he did in fact not give a fuck about pop divas, so it was just another boring ass event he would have to attend cuz hes ward’s cameron son.

That changed the minute he saw you. WHATTHEFUCK-the only thing that passed by his head. He could not move or speak, cuz all the blood from his body went straight to his cock. He had too many thoughts- all ending up with you screaming his name while he pounded hard into your tight pussy. was a fucking torture to him watch you all day, seeing you with those small jeans, top cropped, showing your belly piercing he desperately wanted to lick, and your pretty legs that we wanted to grab and squeeze.

In fact, he did tried to flirty with you all day. Calling you princess, beauty, doll, honey…tried to keep eye-contact, laying his hands on your body- but you were just naive and innocent. You had this confident hot woman recording the music video, but you also had a very sweet and kinda dorky girl in the behind the scenes. Rafe wanted to get you all for himself, and beat the hell up of any boy who tries to hit on you. All these patetic losers guys could not workship you the way he would. FUCK you were driving him insane and honry as hell.

So, when he got home, his dick hurting for so much time being hard, he opens his phone, and finds the pic he was taking of you. Rafey’s mouth started to salivate just by looking at your wet skin- he wanted so bad to get you like this-. He zoomed at your perfect face, and lowered his hand at his drooling dick, givin a long squeeze. took his pants n brief almost immediatly, he was high by how honry he was.

Cameron felt at his stomach his pink, big cock, leaking precum on the top of it, and slowly started to move. Stroking himself meanwhile movin hips, imagining he was slamming the hell out of you-pushin all of your buttons-felt so goddamn amazing. It was so hard to keep holdin his phone with ur pic w the free hand, so lost in his imagination and burning desire.

“Oh my princess..fuck” he screams when his orgasm hits like a bomb in his body. Cum were all over ur picture from his phone. And one thing he knew- he needs u badly and it must make HASTE.

[squidsinashirt]

this might be a little bit of a strange ask but! ✨

I’m learning CPR and first aid and my instructor has talked about using a song for timing CPR.

she says Pink Pony Club works really well.

do you have one?

Oh man, I’ve just counted that out, things I will not be singing at a rescue…

She’s not wrong, it’s the right tempo and whatever keeps you on pace and calm. Awesome that you’re learning - everyone, and I mean everyone, should know how to recognise someone is in cardiac arrest and how to give good quality CPR. You never know - you might save a life when you least expect it.

- 100 to 120 compressions a minute

- don’t stop once you start

- you don’t have to give breaths if you don’t want to, just focus on the compressions

- deep and firm, one hand on top of the other, you aren’t gonna hurt them because… well, they’re in trouble already.

Personally, there’s only one that I’ll stand by, and that’s Baby Shark 🦈 (so if you ever want to know what’s going on in Gordo’s head when trying to be heroic, there you go, I’m singing Baby Shark during compressions).

In the interest of teaching, you want to give your breaths ‘round about ‘Daddy Shark’ if you lose count (and if you have a drowning victim, give five good breaths before you start!).

Pretty sure @scramjettracy sings Don’t Stop Believing, last drills day we did.

@starman-john-tracy hates all of it and wants us to shut up and let him count, usually.

We should start running ‘Immediate Life Support with International Rescue’, come to think of it. Maybe I can convince @ilikebigshipsandicannotlie to do an episode or two on his vids, he is our specialist.

And before legal come for me: this is all entirely approved by various worldwide bodies, and as a qualified Advanced Life Support Instructor, you have no power here over me, I’ll teach what I like.

[aimedis]

FLOWERS BLOOM AND THE SKY IS A DEEP BLUE STAR | LOVELY & VINCENT

@/shadowofyouu's valenweek exchange | for @quads004 i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

i love these two so much and i'm so happy i finally got to write them. this is crossposted on ao3 and i recommend reading it there as the format is much better in my opinion 😭

cw - song: light shower (melanie martinez), surprises, date night, domestic, canon universe, pre-house rebellion ig, for a very specific very insignificant reason, idiots in love, kissing, a lot of kissing, crying, a lot of crying (happy tears), love letter, they smile and laugh a lot in this one, they also copy each other a lot, vincent plans a surprise for lovely, lovely hates surprises but they love vincent, is this ooc? maybe, lovely's pov

wc - 3.8k

Lovely hates surprises. 

They always have. Ever since they were a child, they would cry or sulk at every single surprise birthday party thrown for them or glare at any gift they weren’t expecting no matter how badly they had wanted it. Not knowing what to expect always took away any control they felt over the situation.

Now, Lovely wouldn’t consider themself a control freak or anything, they’ve just always hated things that were sprung on them with no prior warning. They were a creature of habit and routine, any divergence from their normal always gave them a little bit of anxiety. Not as much as before, it was a lot worse when they were younger, but surprises still caused them to falter more than they’d like. 

But despite how much they hate surprises, Lovely loves their boyfriend more. And Vincent loves surprising them. 

He was also extremely considerate. Vincent knows they hate being in the unknown so he never springs anything on them entirely. He always tells them at least a few hours before the actual surprise and he always asks if they're okay with it, somehow never giving away the actual surprise but still managing to make them comfortable with whatever he had in mind. 

Texts that read, ‘I have a little surprise for when you get home if that’s okay’

Giggling whispers in their ear, ‘I planned something, wanna guess where?’

It’s usually small things, little trinkets that remind him of them or dates on non-special occasions. Gestures he made with the prettiest smile on his face. Gestures that were no doubt small to him but only served to make Lovely fall more in love with him. 

But occasionally, on events that Vincent insisted on emphasizing on calendars with big overlined red hearts, the surprises got bigger. Like the car he got them for their birthday. Or the entire vacation he planned without their knowledge for their anniversary. 

And maybe it’s the fact that Lovely has come to expect big things from him on days that were important to the two, or maybe it’s the fact that Vincent has always been their exception, but even the bigger surprises from him didn’t make them feel like they were about to throw up. They’re pretty sure he could surprise them entirely with no warning and their fight or flight wouldn’t be as active as if it were from anyone else.

Which is exactly how they ended up here. Their inability to say no to their boyfriend was the bane of their existence. Literally.

Vincent had just come to sit with them on the couch, telling them about the date he was planning for Valentine’s Day that he intended to keep secret. They would love it, he said. And they were inclined to believe him wholeheartedly. It just made them a little uneasy not knowing what to expect. 

“Vince..,” Lovely draws out, letting anxiety bleed into their tone. 

Vincent rests his hand on their cheek giving them a sympathetic smile, “It’s nothing big, I swear. We’re staying home.” 

They lean into his hand, pouting slightly, “Do I get a hint at least?” 

“Hmm, a hint?” Vincent hums, caressing their skin softly, “Just a little one.”

Lovely raises an eyebrow curiously. His smile widens into a grin, “Movies and chocolate-covered pretzels.” 

Vincent laughs at the way Lovely’s eyes visibly light up, a smile finally making its way back onto their face. They quickly try to hide it, mostly failing at keeping a straight face. 

“Do you promise?” 

He drops his hand from their face to rest across his chest, “Cross my heart.” 

Lovely finally matches his grin freely with a light sigh, “Fine. I guess your surprise might not be too bad.” 

Vincent breathes another laugh before his face falls a little, “Are.. you sure you’re okay with me surprising you? I’ve been doing it a lot more recently and I can tell you the details if it’s overwhelming. I won’t be upset.”

Lovely blinks, “Yeah, I’m okay. I trust you.” 

They really weren’t that anxious, not as much as they felt they could be. It was mostly the initial idea of a surprise that had them put off for a moment. The unease didn’t last long, because Vincent always put them at ease, no matter how badly their body wanted them to panic. And well, they’d be damned if they were the one to wipe the excited smile off his face. 

 “I’d tell you if I was uncomfortable,” They add, lifting their arm to brush his hair out of the way so they could press a kiss to his forehead. 

Vincent doesn’t let them pull all the way back, pulling them closer to kiss their lips. Lovely kisses him back, draping their arms around his shoulders. He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against theirs. 

“Do you promise?”  

Lovely smiles, “Cross my heart.” 

Now it was 3 minutes until Valentine’s Day and Lovely was already regretting their prior decision to let Vincent surprise them with this. Mainly because said surprise was outside and he insisted on blindfolding them. 

“Why?”

“Because, Lovely, I want you to see it exactly at midnight at its fullest.”

They glance at the clock, 2 minutes and 50 seconds, and back at their boyfriend. They playfully roll their eyes, “You’re so dramatic, you know that? I can just close my eyes.”

Vincent scoffs, “Yeah, like you won’t get impatient and peak.” 

Lovely narrows their eyes, “Would not.”

“Would too.”

“Would not.”

“Would too.” 

“Would not.” They say definitively. 

“Fine,” Vincent sighs heavily, dropping the sleeping mask on the kitchen counter, “let’s compromise, shall we? I’ll just cover your eyes.”

Lovely hesitates but they give in, of course, they do. The day they said no to him is the day hell freezes over.

“Vince, if you let me fall I’m punching you in the face. Immediately.” 

Vincent huffs with a small grin, keeping his hands over Lovely’s eyes as he carefully leads them outside. “I’m not gonna let you fall, relax.” He reassures them, “What good would these vampiric reflexes be if I couldn’t catch my clumsy Lovely, hm?” 

“I am not clumsy!” Lovely reaches behind them to smack his arm, “You wouldn’t need to catch me if I wasn’t in this predicament— Vincent!” They yelp as they lose their footing due to the small ledge and their turning to assault him, holding onto his arm tightly.

“Not clumsy, huh?” Vincent laughs as he readjusts his grip on them to hold their torso, “Should I have carried you instead?”

“It’s not funny asshole,” Lovely pouts, squeezing his arm more than necessary. 

Vincent apologetically kisses the back of their head, “Sorry, sorry. I forgot to warn you about that.” 

“Forgot?!”

“In my defence, I didn’t expect you to turn and hit me!”

“What happened to your vampiric reflexes, huh—”

“We’re here! And it’s midnight.” He smiles, ignoring them as he removes his hands from them altogether, “You can look now.” 

“Finally,” Lovely sighs dramatically, opening their eyes again, “The pretzels better be good..”

They trail off as their eyes readjust to being open again, focusing on the display in front of them. 

There in a semi-secluded section of their backyard was a thick duvet laid on the grass with pillows everywhere, fairy lights and candles also placed around neatly. In front of the duvet, there was a blank white tapestry hung on a tree branch, providing the background for the projection of a projector connected to Vincent’s laptop to be visible. In a corner, Lovely could see the presents the two had gotten for each other, waiting to be opened. And of course, in the direct centre sat an unhealthy amount of the couple’s favourite snacks. Including chocolate-covered pretzels. 

Lovely stood there in a daze, taking everything in as their mind raced, almost missing Vincent’s next words.

“—a lot, but I thought you’d like this since you like the quieter dates at home more than going out, so. Do you like it?” He asks quietly from behind them, sounding mildly anxious.

Lovely makes a noncommittal noise in the back of their throat as they bury their face into their hands to hide the sudden onslaught of tears cascading down their cheeks. 

They hear Vincent laugh kind of nervously and he moves to stand in front of them. He gently pries their hands from their face, “Hey, what’s wrong? Do you hate it?” He jokes, smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

Hate it, he says, when Lovely’s never felt more loved in their entire life. What an idiot honestly. It’s the day after his death-day, which was a little harder for him this year, and yet he’s still thinking entirely about making Lovely happy. He’s so annoying. 

“You’re so annoying,” Lovely sniffles, dropping their head on his shoulder, “I love it, you idiot.” 

They feel him sigh in relief more than they hear it, humming as he pulls them into his arms. 

“Crybaby.” Vincent says softly, smiling as he rubs their back, “I love you.” 

“I love you too..” Lovely mumbles wetly, voice cracking, “And shut up, you cry more than me.”  

Vincent makes a playfully affronted noise, “Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

“Do too, idiot.”

“Do not.” Vincent pulls back slightly to hold Lovely’s face, wiping their tears away, “Don’t cry. I don’t like it when you cry.”

Lovely finally smiles, “Even when I’m happy?”

“Even when you’re happy.”

They laugh even though their eyes are still wet, “Whatever you say, V.” 

The two meet for a short kiss that Vincent emphasizes with a soft ‘mwah’ just because he knows it’ll make Lovely laugh, beaming when they do.   

“Alright, let’s go.” He takes their hand and leads them over to the duvet, guiding them to sit down first and not letting go when he sits down himself even as he leans away from them to tap away at his laptop. 

Lovely watches the large projected image of the screen in front of them curiously.   

“Okay,” Vincent says, squeezing their fingers lightly to let them know he’ll be finished in a moment, “I picked a few movies that we can check out, we’ll probably get to all of them if we stay out here long enough but I wanted to start with-” 

“Who said you were picking the movie?” They scoff impishly, gently running their thumb over his knuckles.  

Vincent looks over his shoulder to make eye contact with them, face blank for a moment before a laugh pushes past his throat, “Lovely, I love you so much, but you… kind of…” He trails off, voice lowering in volume as he looks back to the laptop screen, “...have shit taste in movies.”

Lovely deadpans, “Say that to my face, Solaire.” 

Vincent laughs even louder, “It doesn’t make sense to me either, bébé, your TV show recommendations are superior!”

They pull their hand away from his just to see him spin all the way around with a pout on his face. 

“Lovely…” He whines even though he’s smiling, reaching out for them with both hands, “I’m sorry!” 

“You are not.” Lovely huffs a laugh, keeping themself out of reach, “So mean to me.” 

“I’m not even wrong! You wanted to watch Batman & Robin last week!” Vincent shuffles closer to try and get them back within arms reach.

“It’s a good movie, don’t even!” 

Vincent rolls his eyes, “It’s awful and you know it.” 

“Is not- let me go!” Lovely squirms when Vincent manages to pull their whole body back toward him. 

He gives another laugh, “Is too."

The two wrestle with each other for a moment, giggling as Lovely pretends to try and escape from Vincent’s hold. It ends when they somehow end up rolling on top of him, straddling his hips as they pant lightly, looking down at him. 

Vincent rests his hands on their hips, whispering breathlessly, “Hi there.” 

“Hi.” Lovely whispers back, “I win.”

“Did you now?” He hums, slowly tracing shapes into their skin with his thumb, “Because I’m still picking the movie.” 

Lovely rests their palms on his chest, “No, you’re not.” 

“Yes, I am.”

There’s a brief moment of silence as the two simply breathe, gazing into the other’s eyes. Until—

“Rock, paper, scissors?” They say in unison, grinning at each other

And ultimately, Lovely wins. This is entirely due to the fact that Vincent—in all the years they’ve known him—has never not picked paper. And contrary to the fact that Vincent thinks he’s slick, Lovely knows this is on purpose because they always pick scissors. But maybe they are no better, because they pretend not to notice only so they get to see the little not-so-hidden smile on his face whenever they rejoice over winning. 

So here they lay, watching a movie Lovely has wanted to see for a while. The same movie they’re pretty sure Vincent has given a one-star review on IMDb. But the love of their life lays next to them, looking perfectly fine with it simply because they were right next to him. Even if he spends more time watching Lovely than the movie itself. 

Once the credits roll and Lovely sets up the speaker to play their shared playlist, they both sit facing each other, ready to exchange presents. 

“Can I go first?” Lovely asks, the gift they have for him sitting on their lap. 

“Of course.” Vincent nods and sets what he has for them to the side. 

They smile, depositing the thing onto their boyfriend’s lap, “There’s the actual gift and I wrote you a letter, so open that first. The gift isn’t extravagant or anything since you said I wasn’t allowed to spend a lot of money this year so-”

Vincent snorts, picking up the envelope, “Yeah, ‘cause you rented out a mansion for my birthday.”

“Yeah, well- you got me a car for mine and you don’t have a spending cap.” Lovely sputters. 

“And you got me a new Macbook unprompted not even two months ago? And new headphones?”

“Okay, we get it.” Lovely rolls their eyes pettily, “Open the damn letter.”

Vincent laughs lightly and complies, carefully tearing the seal of the envelope off, “You and your impulsive spending habits.”

He pulls out and unfolds the— now that they’re looking at it— quite lengthy handwritten letter, immediately starting to read it. And it is at this exact moment that Lovely realizes the humiliation that comes from watching someone read what you’ve written for them. And although it was intended for him, having Vincent read an intimate expression of their love for him for the first time in front of them is mortifying. 

In complete honesty, there is nothing in the letter that he doesn’t already know, because the two are incredibly transparent in their feelings towards each other. But it’s an entirely different thing for Lovely to write out how they feel when they and Vincent have both resorted to using actions rather than words for the majority of their relationship. 

Still, they’ve since come to accept the discomfort they would have to go through in order for Vincent to have a written representation of their feelings for him. 

Lovely’s not the best writer in the world, they loathe to put words on a page because they’ve long since accepted that they’re no good at it. There are probably spelling and grammar mistakes, their sentences go on for far too long, and they definitely didn’t write anything good enough to even begin to describe the way their heart tries to crawl out of their chest whenever he smiles at them. They’ve written and re-written the letter so many times they could probably recite it by heart at this point, which means they’re acutely aware of the poor writing and every mistake. But he deserves the effort, even if it’s shit. 

And that’s why they willingly sat through the pain of finding the words and the cramps in their hand from holding their pen too tightly. And why they willingly sit through the disquiet of watching Vincent’s eyes move across the page they’d all but bled into. 

Lovely is pulled out of their thoughts at the choked cry they hear coming from their boyfriend. Allowing themself to come back into the present moment despite not realizing they had zoned out in the first place, they let out a bemused laugh. 

“It’s not that bad, is it?” They tease slightly, brushing their palm across Vincent’s knee. 

He barely acknowledges them or the tears that hurry down his face. Sniffling, he ignores them in favour of finishing the letter. Lovely doesn’t take offence, continuing to run their hand up and down his thigh while they wait for him. 

Once Vincent does finish reading, he doesn’t waste time and he pulls Lovely into a hug. Lovely allows themself to be pulled, settling in his lap and wrapping their arms around his neck as he cries near-silently into their neck. 

“It was beautiful, Lovely.” He whispers against their skin, voice wet, “I love you so much…”

They laugh, rubbing his shoulder blade affectionately, “I love you too. I’m glad you like it, I worked on it for a while.”

He grumbles more barely audible and tear-soaked praises, holding them tighter. The two remain in that position for a moment until Lovely pushes Vincent back far enough to cup his cheeks. 

“Hey, crybaby.” They whisper. 

Vincent blinks the tears from his eyes, “Hi.”

“You’re a hypocrite, hm?” Lovely says as they wipe his tears, “Don’t cry, okay? I don’t like it when you cry.”

Vincent is silent for a moment before he gives a small grin, “Even when I’m happy?”

Lovely presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, “Even when you’re happy.”

Vincent leans back in to kiss them back on the lips, a soft peck. 

They grin and lift themself off his lap, “Okay, open the actual present now.”

He nods and picks up his gift, obviously, some kind of fabric that was wrapped in pink heart-patterned paper.

“Whatever could it be?” He quips dryly, and Lovely scoffs. He unwraps it just as gently as he did the envelope and pulls out two matching couple’s hoodies in red and white of high quality out of the wrapping paper, the red one having Lovely’s initials on the sleeve and the white one having Vincent’s. He laughs, “Aw, these are cute. The red one’s mine, right?”

Lovely nods with a smile, “Of course, it’s your favourite colour. It’s also in your size.”

“Gotta make sure, you know?” Vincent leans over to kiss them again, “Thank you, baby.”

They kiss him back, smile widening, “You’re welcome. I had to add to the ever-growing collection of matching outfits we have.” 

Vincent chuckles and thanks them once more with another kiss. 

“Okay, your turn!” He says after pulling back, turning to get Lovely’s gift, “Mine is also pretty simple but I’m fairly certain you’ll like it.”

Lovely takes the small box from him, “I’ll love whatever you got me, Vince, I always do. This setup was already enough.”

Vincent takes their hand and kisses their knuckles, “You deserve the best, which is why you have me.” He ends with a goofy grin.

Lovely shakes their head at him and they begin to peel away the red wrapping paper from the little box, quickly revealing a Pandora necklace box and they immediately smile adoringly, “Vince… have you been stalking my wishlist?”

“Depends.” Vincent shrugs, grinning again, “Triple Stone Heart Collier in silver?”

They laugh, “You’re so sweet. It’s perfect, thank you so much. I love you.”

“You’re perfect. I love you too.”

Lovely giggles and practically throws themself at him. They knock the wind out of him as he falls back onto the comforter, laughing with them. Vincent wraps his arms around their torso and kisses their temple once Lovely shifts slightly to rest their head on his chest. 

“Every Valentine’s Day with you is better than the last.” They say softly, “I’m glad I get to spend forever with you.”

Vincent’s breath hitches at the sudden confession but he recovers quickly, “I’m glad I get to spend forever with you too, Lovely. I’m so incredibly lucky to have you in my life now and for every Valentine’s Day to come.”

Lovely lifts their head off his chest to kiss him again, the two getting lost in the heaven that is the other’s lips. 

They break apart more than a minute later and Lovely goes back to laying their head on Vincent’s chest, both relishing in the comfortable silence as they hold each other under the stars. 

After a moment, Vincent speaks again, kind of absentmindedly, as he observes the night sky above him, “Hey, it’s Ursa Major.”

Lovely merely hums in mild interest, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Did you know that it’s one of the biggest constellations in the sky? And also one of the most well-known, but that’s mostly because of the big dipper, which is right… there.” One of his hands unwraps from Lovely to point up to where the constellation supposedly is. 

Lovely lazily tries to sit up from their position on top of him to see what he's pointing at. They are almost immediately stopped by Vincent’s other hand returning to their body, stopping them from moving, “Hey, where are you going?” 

They could have broken out of his hold if they wanted to, but they don’t struggle. They huff, “Trying to see what you’re talking about, silly.”

Vincent kisses their cheek, “I’ll describe it to you, you just relax.” 

“Fine.” Lovely makes a noise that’s akin to approval when he starts rubbing their back.

“Anyways, what was I saying?” Vincent continues, ”Oh yeah. There’s so much more to Ursa Major. Like how, in Greek mythology, it’s associated with the story of Callisto and Zeus because…”

As Vincent spins himself into a tangent about the stars and the stories associated with them, Lovely can’t find it in themself to pay too much attention to the actual words he’s saying. They can only really focus on the rumble of his chest as he speaks and his touch. Which is fine, Vincent was the one to say that he enjoys talking them to sleep. That is, after teasing them for finding his voice relaxing. But that’s fine too, because it’s him.    

Vampires don’t need to sleep, not really, but Lovely figures that Vincent has once again changed how their body is meant to function because they can’t quite help the way their eyes droop in abrupt exhaustion. Maybe it has something to do with the claim that being with someone you love makes it easier to fall asleep. Lovely was never one to believe things like that before Vincent, but maybe there was some truth to it when just leaning against him always had them yawning. 

Or maybe it’s as simple as this; as long as there is blood in their veins, no matter whose, he will always be loved by them. He is theirs until the end of time.

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vincent and lovely are like kuroken to me- *gets shot*

having conflicting headcanons is so hard because yes, i think vincent lets lovely win rock paper scissors every time. but also yes, i think they’re literally the same person so they pick the same options each time and it goes on forever. what's a girl to do ykw?

fun fact, there are a lot of my headcanons in this but without the explanations on why i have them just because i didn’t know how to incorporate them seamlessly. for example and most importantly, vincent and lovely both hate strawberries, so they have chocolate-covered pretzels instead! it's their favourite shared snack

also, i have the outline of how i planned this fic on this google doc if anyone is interested. i stole this idea straight from another fic i read 💀 but it really did help me with how to plan my stories afterwards, it's also kind of interesting to look at so, there's that

[caramelc0rgi]

thank u for tagging me!! @ghostboy512 and @monaetheworldsdestroyer

What’s the origin of your blog title?

I like corgi’s and caramel😞

OTP’s + shipname

mainly Cherik and Obikin at the moment but a few years ago I was down bad about Johnlock

Favorite color

Blue!!

Favorite game

I fucking LOOVEEE stardew valley!!!!! Besides that, I love The Last Of Us, Red Dead Redemption and Pokemon.

Song stuck in your head

Drive my car from The Beatles :)

Weirdest habit/trait

Not sure if this is weird but I often bake in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep

Hobbies

baking, writing, reading, listening to music, playing acoustic and electric guitar !!!:)

If you work, what’s your profession

I’m still in university so I don’t work full time yet, however I do work part time at my local grocery store (boooo)

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

I would honestly love to be a forensic scientist!! I’m planning on doing a Masters in forensics once I finish my chemistry Bachelor:)

Something you’re good at

I think I’m pretty good at playing guitar

Something you’re bad at

Organic chemistry!!!!!!

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff

why, my beautiful wife charles xavier of course

Something you hate

super random but sauerkraut

Something you forget

birthdays, I’m afraid😭

What’s your love language?

Acts of service 100%, also spending my money on people lol I love buying people gifts!! and baking for them

Favorite show/movie

some of my favorite movies are X-men, Alien, The Lord Of The Rings and Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind

My favorite shows are Breaking Bad, The Last Of Us and How I Met Your Mother

Favorite food

Sushi!!!!

Favorite animal

uuhhhh probably cats, I’d say

What were you like as a child

very shy and a people pleaser lol

Favorite subject at school

Chemistry and physics

Least favorite subject at school

back in highschool it was math, but in uni it’s definitely ochem

What’s your best character trait

I would literally do anything for the people I love

What’s your worst character trait

I don’t often like to tell people what’s bothering me, because I simply just don’t want to bother people with my problems lol

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I would love to have more money so I can get my own place, but now most of my money goes to college tuition

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

George Harrison for sure!!! I love his music:)

tagging!!:)

@4outof5ghostslikemynightmares @joshuacain @venus0fl0v3

Get to know your mutuals: tag game

thank you for @mapofyourstars and @ashestxr for tagging me 😊😊

What's the origin of your blog title?

when i was a teenager being a closeted pre-transition trans guy i felt really invisible and like i didnt fit in anywhere, a "ghost". and 512 is the name of a song i listened to a lot at the time. nowadays i find the url a bit cringy but im too lazy to change it lol

OTP(s) + Shipname:

honestly at the moment i only care about cherik haha but i appreciate raven x emma and logan x ororo as well :)

Favourite colour:

black for clothes, pink for literally anything else i own

Favourite game:

i have 1500 hours of stardew valley on steam lol. its an absolute obsession. it comes in waves tho, like twice a year ill get hooked on it again and create a new farm to achieve perfection on. other than that, i really loved playing undertale and graveyard keeper.

Song stuck in your head:

this is kind of embarrassing but atm im a bit obsessed with daisy by ashnikko (the ft. hatsune miku version).... I LIKE BETTER MUSIC TOO I SWEAR

Weirdest habit/trait?

pacing around my apartment thinking abt my current obsessions... i used to be so embarrassed but ive come to find out lots of people do this too so thats fine i guess

Hobbies:

reading and playing games, mostly. ive been trying to write more lately too

If you work, what's your profession?

ESL teacher. its not the coolest thing in the world but i really enjoy it

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

literature professor in uni/published author

Something you're good at:

(literally the same thing ashe, who tagged me, said) i believe im a pretty good writer despite being slow and not doing it that often lol

also i know im a very good teacher (i know its my job so duh but youd be surprised with some of my coworkers...)

Something you're bad at:

keeping secrets, especially my own 😭😭😭

Something you love:

cats, wine and contemporary brazilian literature

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

why i love charles xavier so much and queer/feminist theory.

Something you hate:

uhhhhhh idk my ex i guess (happy valentines day!)

Something you collect:

hello kitty merch 😌😌😌

Something you forget:

dates and appointments, its so fucking bad i put everything on a calender above my desk and i still manage to forget them sometimes

What's your love language?

im very touchy and affectionate but i also love acts of service, like surprising people with small gifts (i believe thats part of acts of service?)

Favourite movie/show:

my favorite movies are xmen fc, dofp and xmen II (obviously) but also amelie poulain and fried green tomatoes

my favorite series are breaking bad and the office, ive watched them both multiple times

Favourite food:

chicken!!!! fried chicken, roasted chicken, chicken with pasta, chicken with rice and beans, chicken with mashed potatoes, give me!!!!!!

Favourite animal:

i was OBSESSED with cheetahs as a child, still love them but in general rn id say cats. also love monkeys

What were you like as a child?

a very idealistic dreamer with a bit of a savior complex (hello charles xavier). not the sharpest social skills.

Favourite subject at school?

in high school it was english just because it was so fucking easy bc i was fluent lol

in uni any of my literature classes

Least favourite subject:

hated physics in hs i was so fucking bad at it. and in uni i'd had ENOUGH of pedagogy classes they were soooo boring and repetitive

What's your best character trait?

im very honest and if i love you i will do anything for you

What's your worst character trait?

probably snapping at ppl sometimes. i know its terrible but i really try not to and i always apologize. up until last year also i always let ppl treat me like shit and didnt set boundaries. im unlearning that now.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

have enough money to only focus on my studies and not have to work lol

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

maybe kim jonghyun. he was my favorite singer when i was younger and he passed away in 2017 :( he was such a great person :(

im not sure who has already been tagged in this but ill tag @caramelc0rgi , @foxherder , @disasterhals , @eriknocherikyes , @stinkrat-aleks , @mooniel, @eriksdefender and any other moots who'd like to do this!

[taivans]

i'm glad we crashed and burned, i know we'll be there for each other. @lgbtqcreators​ creator meme (v2): [4/8] lgbtq+ relationships — LIMOREAU, gen v

[hana-bobo-finch]

erm…..posting about an OC via a rushed shitpost was not on my 2025 bingo card!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂get it??? 😂😂😂because his name is bingo??(GETS SHOT)

these are all things he has done or has attempted to do so consider this the full intro post for that freak for now. he’s still too undercooked to fully introduce but damn I love him

[brofightiscancelled]

ok kind of an insane ask so feel free to ignore but would you be able to translate "友達バリア" by deco*27? i can't find any translations online and i wanna see if i'm right about the song kind of fitting the matsus... it's also a banger imo

- vocamatsu anon

omg.... tbh i have a feeling deco will make a video for this one which means we'll get an official english translation of it, rendering this completely redundant, but i'm really cheesed to have been asked, so i gave it a shot for you anyways <3

Friend-zoned, love fire, sparks flying HIBANA We're ready, set to lock horns, love's ultimate showdown I'm outmatched- but it's not over yet! I won't let this end! With a dazzling, never-give-up attitude, I'll break through your defenses!

The despair of never getting anything more of this Your behavior, nor what's going on in your head- I can't read it at all! I can't help but envy the kindness you radiate Omnidirectional compatibility- it's just not for me

Carefully-picked down-played words The outcome: A bloody heart True feelings double-crossed by embarrassment; how frustrating, I'm changing sides But that won't fill up my heart What I want is nothing more than to be by your side If you've got something to say, then say it- 'til I defeat you, that is! 3, 2, 1!

Friend-zoned, love fire, sparks flying HIBANA We're ready, set to lock horns, love's ultimate showdown I'm outmatched- but it's not over yet! I won't let this end! With a dazzling, never-give-up attitude, I'll break through your defenses!

I want you to like me! I want you to like me! Friend-zoned, love fire, hey, say "I give up"! With a dazzling, never-give-up attitude, I'll break through your defenses!

Fun things, good feelings- without you, they have no taste at all Sadness, jealousy- if they're cuz of you, then I don't mind them Let's throw down, bro! Better to regret doing it, than not doing it at all! A feeling like I won't need any special moves, YEAH I'm sure everything will be OKAY With an endless supply of love, you're undefeated, AYE Play dead, BYE BYE I'll be the one to throw the first punch

Friend-zoned, love fire, sparks flying HIBANA We're ready, set to lock horns, love's ultimate showdown The lonely and timid me is already no more! With a dazzling, blazing flair, I'll burn through your defenses!

Do you like me yet? Do you like me yet? Friend-zoned, love fire, now, let's immerse ourselves in love! With a dazzling, blazing flair, a never-ending HAO sweetener battle!

Do you like me yet? Do you like me yet? Friend-zoned, love fire, now, let's immerse ourselves in love! With a dazzling, blazing flair, a never-ending HAO sweetener battle!

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my notes:

my overall interpretation of this song is "I'm trying to break through the friend zone (friendship barrier) so that you like me instead of thinking of me as a friend", so any vagueness in translation went in that direction

The use of "lock horns" in the official translation snippet + the HAO motifs give me the mental image of like, a hand-to-hand kung fu battle, so I leaned towards that imagery whenever there was vagueness (as opposed to like, a military campaign, for example)

deco's official english translations tend to be very liberal, so i tried to keep my translation a little more literal

[forcedhesitation]

I MISSED THIS ENTIRELY MY FIRST TIME AROUND....THIS IS SO DAMN PRECIOUS?!!

[linagram]

no halloween art this year sorry! hopefully sanada brothers vell song redraws and a new vd later will be enough...

+ an alternate version with the honey bc. b-bad honey hunt. don't worry about the silhouettes

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

here's a fun game to play: did i actually hear that song from somewhere or did i dream about it and can literally never hear it again except in my head?

[cultivating-wildflowers]

one time a bunch of my online friends met up in discord to play a game and we got sick of waiting for the last girl to show up, so another girl called her and, when we got her voicemail, we all shouted into our microphones "come play with us, Kenzieeeee" which had to sound terrifying on the receiving end

and then the girl who'd made the call realized she had the wrong number in her phone and we had just left that voicemail for a complete stranger

[aotymidnights]

what's ur fave one direction album.. cant believe we've never discussed this before

FOUR !!!! not a single skip 🫡 something about 2014 albums hits like crack

[muffinlance]

Sing it

Also going to add that she's the only character who gets consistently hated on in my fanfiction when I allow her to have an internal life.

Salvage!Katara who's fighting to restore bending culture to her people? Apparently a SJW, whiny, too mean to Zuko, and a few other select adjectives. Whereas Salvage!Sokka, also explicitly trying to relearn his culture and actively yelling at Zuko, was a sympathetic icon.

Little Zuko!Katara was a bitch for being scared on an enemy ship, and yelling at Little Zuko for telling her he was going to poison someone's pet.

Don't even get me started on Towards the Sun!Katara. People REALLY want her to get her comeuppance in the Northern Tribe arc, for the crime of... Continuing to be suspicious of Zuko. Zuko who just advocated for keeping the Earth Kingdom's land and then started a civil war. From where she is sitting, HE IS PRETTY UNTRUSTWORTHY, FOLKS.

Let girls be angry 2023.

I just watched Avatar for the first time all the way through, and yeah, it’s great, but the one thing that surprised me was how different Katara was compared to the fandom interpretation I’d seen and internalized before watching.

Like, before you watch Avatar, you’ve seen all these memes about Katara and her mom, and based on those memes, you assume it’s one of those lines you have to get used to hearing at least once every episode. But then you watch the show and realize that she only talks about her mom maybe five or six times per season and you also realize she only brings her up when she’s trying to comfort someone or empathize with them because that’s how she processes her grief and that’s one way she connects with people.

Or you hear the infamous line, “then you didn’t love [our mother] the way I did” and you prepare yourself for one of the worst character assassinations ever only to see the scene after nearly three seasons worth of context and realize she was kinda right. She’s been the mother, the nurturer, the comforter. She’s been patient, gentle, and accommodating where everyone else has gotten to be insensible and reckless and childish, and the one moment where she allows herself to feel her grief, suddenly she’s this evil bitch and not, y’know, a 14 year old girl whose been thrusted into adulthood in a way no other character has. A 14 year old girl who should be allowed immaturity and raw emotion and anger instead of the patience and grace she’s been forced to extend to every character without even the smallest amount of gratitude or even consideration in return.

Or you see all of the clips where Katara puts Aang in the “friendzone” and you expect to have this wishy washy back and forth where Aang is putting his feelings out there only to have Katara neither commit nor express any clear reciprocation or rejection. Then you watch and realize that, as cute as the ship is initially, that there’s never a point where Aang returns any comfort or grace to Katara despite her always doing this for him to the point of coddling. That for as much as Aang says he loves her, he never seems to outgrow his perception of her so he can recognize her as someone who feels grief, anger, and pain as much as she expresses love, kindness, and maturity. And instead of having moments where he learns to see her beyond her strength or compassion, you’re instead given moments where Aang forces his feelings onto her, both romantic and non-romantic, and Katara is expected to just…shoulder those feelings the way she shoulders everyone else’s.

Katara is the most misunderstood character in the show. As much as people recognize the complexities of Zuko, Sokka, and Azula, they struggle to do the same for Katara because they see her struggles as somehow lesser, and therefore, less deserving of sympathy. They can handle her so long as she’s being endlessly patient and loving and kind, but the moment her endless love, patience, and kindness runs out, she’s suddenly this annoying bitch who can’t shut up about her mother or reciprocate Aang’s feelings. But Katara’s trauma does matter as much as anyone else’s. No, she wasn’t banished from her kingdom. No, she didn’t lose her entire community, and no, she isn’t the only one who lost her mother. But the difference between her and everyone else whose experienced loss because of the Fire Nation is that she’s never given time to process her trauma. Aang gets to lean on Katara constantly. Toph gets to express her feelings to Katara, and yeah, Sokka also lost their mother, but unlike Katara, he isn’t put in the position of being a substitute for everyone’s parent. He even admits that he sees his sister as a mother. The only characters who ever comfort Katara or allow her to vent is Zuko and her father and that’s, like, three scenes in a show where the other characters are consistently given opportunities to seek out Katara for unconditional support.

The fandom interpretation of Katara has been so bastardized that even those who haven’t watched the show know her for this fanon version and not for who she is. She’s such a interesting character beyond her fandom limitations, though. She’s brave, hot-headed, and hopeful as well as gentle and caring. She wishes to learn waterbending, not only because she wants to fight in the war, but because she wants to continue her culture’s practices because, and people often forget this, she also lost an entire subculture within her already fractured tribe. And she wants to defeat the Fire Nation both because of her deep love and empathy for other people, but also because she wants to avenge her mother. But because some of the fans have reduced Katara to a bitch who constantly whines about her mother and friendzones Aang, you wouldn’t know any of this, and it sucks because she’s the only character whose been dumbed down to such an extent.

[arolesbianism]

Ok I'm back on the nugget obsession grind. Juliet Loki and Parker in ruina fighting alongside each other like it's a love language while Saxxly and Roland just sorta awkwardly fight like normal people around them

[sunshine-of-my-shoulder]

With 特攻薬 and Accept My Love, I can confirm that there is something in the water that is specifically affecting the green haired princesses with a disorder and purple eyes and is making them spiral (Momochi and Hiyori)