#single roses are supposed to be romantic so yeah

[binniesbooks]

hi my fayebae~ since u said u loved the car clip of soobin, here’s one for u to write ur heart away!! (U can of course choose whether u wanna do it or not no pressure!! Im just sending since its at the top of my mind rn, ahh n im sorry for so many request i usually dont send anyt in but🥹i didnt think it would be this fun to see my request coming to life uk but i digress)

idk whether u would like this but:

bf!soobin x gf!brat!reader

they got into an argument and stuff but soobin who still loves his gf comes n picks her up after (cheerleading?prac of some sorts)

Otw home… reader gives the cold shoulder to soob, not talking thru out the entire journey? So soob decides to take a detour n drives to somewhere that doesnt have many ppl looking in the night.

They start talking n tried to resolve whatever their fighting abt, one thing led to another, well reader is giving him a bj!!(the rest of the smut is up to u!!)

inspired by that soob clip of course~ have fun love💗

REVVED UP EMOTIONS

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 3.7k

pairings bf!Soobin x bratgf!reader

warnings oral sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, slight brat taming, being almost caught, pet names (+ anything that I missed)

faye's note this clip was on my mind 24/7. And after receiving it I got excited making this one out but I'm not sure if it turned out good because my mind was kinda occupied with thesis shit. Omfg. Anyways, I hope it isn't dry tho 😔

Conflict is an inevitable part of any relationship, be it familial, platonic, or romantic. Arguments can arise from misunderstandings, unmet expectations, or simply the simple things from daily life. Recently, you found yourself in a heated disagreement with Soobin, your boyfriend.

The sun hung low one afternoon, casting golden lights through the window. You were sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Soobin on the other hand, who had just come home from a busy day at university, was busy, again, in the kitchen, occasional noises of clicks and clangs of utensils on pots and pans plus the opening and closing of the faucet can be heard.

You overheard him murmur "Yeah, dinner for two," as he clicked his tongue. You felt a strange pang of irritation swell within you. It wasn't about him or the meal he was preparing, it was you. You actually promised him you would help out, maybe even cook together, but here you were, scrolling on your phone.

You stood up as you trudged to the kitchen, arms crossed as you leaned on the sink. "You didn't have to do all this," you stood feigning nonchalance as you bit your cheek to not show the guilt you were feeling. "You could have asked me for help."

"Oh?" He looked at you with disappointment, "I thought you were busy checking social media," his blunt reply and harsh tone made your ears hot out of irritation. "I didn't want to interrupt your 'important' scrolling."

The sarcasm was too emphasized and it stung more than you expected. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you met with his gaze. "Nothing! I just thought maybe you'd care enough to have some initiative or something. We both agreed to share the chores. I was tired the whole day only to come back home without even eating a single thing." His voice raised with frustration as he threw down the spatula.

"I was going to help!" Your voice was quite high as you tried to cover how you abandoned your promise. "Oh yeah? I was out all day to finish my projects. And there you were scrolling through your phone." He said as he crumpled the apron he was wearing and threw it also on the table.

"You know what, Soobin? Maybe I don't always want to help! Maybe I want a day off too!" You felt the tension suffocating the air around you. Your heart raced but you're too afraid you're wrong.

"That's fucking selfish!" His voice rose, echoing in the confines of the kitchen. "You can't just say you want a break when we agreed to support each other!" He even added. "Fine! I guess we don't need any support then!" You turned on your heel as if fleeing away would help erase the hurtful things that had been said.

"Hey, y/n! Where are you going!" He called but you did not even take a glance. He called you multiple times but his voice just faded out as you were stomping your way to the bedroom.

That night, you didn't come out for dinner. Your mind was in a whirlwind of regret and stubborn pride. Soobin had a point, you were just lazing around that time, however, you don't want to accept that it was your fault. That same night, he didn't come into the room. Your shared bed feels so empty, but you can't just bring yourself to ask for an apology.

Later that morning, you tiptoed your way out. Still too early that your boyfriend was still sleeping, uncomfortably by the way, on the couch. You just grabbed bread and water and went out.

You two always ride his car to go to school. But this time you were determined not to ask for a simple apology and went out by yourself instead. And yes, you were planning to walk to school for your practice. However, some guy passed by and let you ride their car. Since you know the one who offered you a ride, you accepted the offer. It was Kai anyway, aside from being in Soobin's circle of friends, he was part of your cheerleading team.

"Why are you walking so early in the morning? Where's Soobin?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know, maybe somewhere." You answered as you rolled your eyes, still being stubborn. "Are you two fighting?" Kai chuckled as he watched your actions while the traffic light was still red.

"We broke up." You nonchalantly remarked. Well, that was supposed to be a joke, and you never thought that Kai would actually believe those words.

"Woah shit! You what?" He was really startled at what you said as he covered his mouth while keeping the other on the wheel. You just laughed at him as you took the last bite of the bread.

Your whole Saturday went on like the usual cheerleading practice days. But since your mind is still in a whirlwind of pride, you couldn't focus. Causing you to crash multiple times while practicing. You were even scolded by your coach and instructors telling you that you looked like your mind flying or some sort. You just rolled your eyes at them whenever they turn their backs to you.

For that reason, you got hurt, earning yourself a few scratches here and there. You didn't even bother at all. Kai on the other hand, took the chance to treat your scratches. You're still not aware that he actually took your words this morning to heart and mind.

"It's just a scratch, Kai. No need to create a big fuss." You chuckled as he handed you a few bandages.

"Still, scratches can cause infection." He defended himself.

"Fine fine, you win." You sighed in defeat.

You two shared each other's company during lunch that day. You could even tell that many eyes are watching you -- no, most probably judging you at this point. Nonetheless, you just shrugged it off and enjoyed Kai's company instead. Not knowing that this could fuel some bigger fire. Fire that Kai holds, and fire that your boyfriend holds.

Since Soobin was not on the campus that day, he just stayed at home. He can't even contact you since you purposely left your phone. He was just cleaning all day. Just decluttering everything at home. He knows you're practicing today anyway. The only difference is that he usually accompanies you to school and waits for you until practice is done and brings you home, but now, he's just at home busying himself with the chores. He just planned to fetch you later this afternoon and treat you to some restaurant to make it up to you since he feels sorry about raising his voice at you.

"Let's wrap up here today." Your coach shouts as he reminds the assigned cleaners to clean the gymnasium before going home.

"Ugh! Cleaning this whole gymnasium sucks!" You complained, picking up the materials your team has used.

"Anyway, why are you still here? You're not on the list to clean today, right?" You were pertaining to the young boy tailing you. He smiled as he scratched the back of his head, "I want to offer you a ride home." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't you have like, any other things to do?" You asked, counting the pompoms before storing them in the box.

"Don't have any." Kai shook his hand as he took the box from your hand and headed to the facility room.

As soon as you and the other were done cleaning, you immediately headed out, Kai insisted on carrying your cheerleading bag. Once again, eyes were gawking at the two of you. You can hear a few of them mumbling but you still ignored it.

Kai opened his car door to let you in. But before you could even step foot inside, someone spoke which made you stop in your tracks. "Where are you headed to?" You turn around to see Soobin as he brings his window down.

"O-oh Soobin hyung." Soobin nods at the younger boy to notice his existence, his elbow hanging at the open window.

You quickly retreat as you grab your bag from Kai. "I-i thought..." Kai stammered as he looked at you. "I was just messing with you Kai, it's not real." You sighed. "What did she say?" Soobin interrupted as he turned to you. You're just a millisecond late to cover Kai's mouth as the words slip out. "She said that you two broke up." Soobin snapped his head towards the younger, a smirk forming on his lips. "Did she?" Kai just nods, still clueless. "Get in," Soobin commanded over you. "I'll take her home, be safe, Kai," Soobin says as he closes the window, whistling.

The whole drive is deafening in silence. You can't hear anything except the faint music playing on the car radio.

"Wow, did we actually break up?" Soobin states with unbelief as he taps his fingers on the wheels.

You were still saying nothing. "Y/n, seriously, are you still mad at me? You didn't even eat last night." He sighed as he continuously threw you glances. Both of your hands were properly curled up in a ball above your thighs clutching your short skirt as you stared outside the window. Looking at whatever unpleasant view outside that seems interesting to you.

The once bright clouds turned darker. "Is it gonna rain? I thought I checked the weather news before I went out." Soobin whispers, changing the stations to listen to the news.

The raindrops started to fall on the car window, drizzling softly as it made the glass cold. "Grab my jacket in the backseat." Soobin talks to you again, but you're not even giving him a single glance.

Soobin messages his temple, "I wanted to take you to a restaurant tonight to make it up to you, but it looks like it's pouring really hard. I'm sorry y/n, just please talk to me." He's totally losing his patience at this point as if he's gonna burst again but tried his very best not to go over the top. He regretted raising his voice yesterday so much.

The once-familiar view of the road becomes foreign to your eyes. You turned to Soobin, looking at his unusual demeanor. If he'd been talking so much earlier, his lips were totally shut now. You wanted to speak and ask him where he was bringing you or what was wrong but you stopped yourself. Whatever will be, will be, you thought to yourself.

The rain started pouring harder, and the once busy road you were on looked empty now. Thunder clasps from far away making a rumbling sound. You try to rub your shoulder to create friction to keep your body warm. You're starting to feel cold and Soobin hasn't thrown you a glance nor commented anything at you.

He suddenly pulled up on the roadside, and the light from the lamp post dimly flickered inside the car.

"Not gonna lie, I felt like a dumb ass talking to a wall earlier." His eyes met yours for a while before you averted your gaze. He grabs his jacket and hands it to you, "Wear this, you must be cold. I just realized, your skirt is too short, and your tank top is too thin, at that." He eyes you up and down as you wear his jacket.

"This is fucking crazy." He mumbled as he pulled his hair.

"Y/n, baby, look, I'm really sorry for raising my voice at you, hm? I was just really tired last night." He gently placed his hand above yours on your thighs.

Your eyes were following a few cars passing by as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. You felt Soobin hold your face gently. "Baby, please look at me. I'm not used to this. You know me." Soobin's eyes were practically begging. He couldn't stand you giving him the cold shoulder.

The truth is you were just afraid. You're afraid to admit you had acted selfishly. Afraid of facing him after a petty argument over something so trivial.

"I just want you to talk to me," he caresses your cheeks, words so gentle and comforting, "I can't fix this if you won't talk to me."

Soobin pulls you in for a hug, warming up your heart. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, surrendering to him and putting down your stubborn pride. You mumbled a soft sorry as he gently rubbed your back. You let your arms move freely, as you return the hug to Soobin.

"Please don't do this again to me." He kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry for raising my voice, baby. I'm sorry for making you feel upset at me." Soobin's probably the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. He can make you feel loved and appreciated, but of course, you're just stubborn and bratty at times, which makes him wanna lose his temper.

Soobin pulls away, showering your face with a hundreds of kisses. You can't help but giggle at his actions."I didn't mean to shut you out." You mumbled with a pout. "You don't look sincere." Soobin commented which made you pout more. He chuckled as he pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss felt soft and gentle. That's why you had no idea, why he was shoving his tongue inside your mouth. He bit your lip with a little harshness making you push him away. "Oww! What was that!" You complained. Soobin simply smirked at you. "I'm asking for an apology and forgiving you for one, but not the other issue." His smirk turns to a frown. "Soobin I can explain that..." Your heart began to race, thumping so hard you could feel it in your throat.

"Why don't we use that pretty little mouth of yours on something else good, yeah? Instead of giving people an opening to pounce on you." His eyes scream anger and lust at the same time.

"What do you mean?" You asked clueless. "What do I mean? You really want to hear the exact words?" Soobin taunted. "I don't get what you are saying." You shook your head. "I'm telling you that you just made an opening to let Kai pounce on you. Are you that dense, that you don't even know he likes you?" You were shocked at what Soobin just revealed to you. You opened your mouth to answer only for him to cut you off.

"Or don't tell me you wanted it all along?" He scoffs. "Soobin don't talk like that --" "Don't talk like what, doll? Aren't you the one who told him we're over?"

That's it, those words pushed you over the edge, switching your bratty side once more. "Okay, so what? What if I wanted it all along?" Your voice raised once more. "Kai is a good guy, plus he knows how to take care of someone he likes." You pushed Soobin's chest away from you. Soobin scoffed again, brushing his tongue inside his cheek.

"And I can tell --"

"Backseat. Or else --"

"Or else what? Huh? Are you gonna order me around again? Raise your voice over me again?" You taunt.

"I said backseat, you brat." He fixed his gaze on you and held your wrist.

His words are firm and strong which makes the hair on your neck stand up. He unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted the gear to park, leaving the car idle and the headlights on. You have no choice. You crawled your way to the backseat. you squeezed yourself to fit and pass by the center console. Soobin followed quickly, making his way through the front and back doors. As soon as he settled in the backseat, he ruffled his hair to whisk away some water from the rain.

Your eyes waver as you avert your gaze from him. His hand squeezed both your cheeks, "My patience is running low from your actions, doll. You're making it worse."

Soobin pulled you on his lap. You were almost covering him with how big his jacket you were wearing. His surname is written in big fonts.

He hiked up your skirt only to find out you had nothing underneath other than thin panties. Soobin scoffs, "Don't tell me you were gonna ride Kai's car with just this?" You bit your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulder when he started to rub you with your panties still on.

Soobin clearly knows how to make your knees weak. With just a simple touch and you're back to square one from being a brat. He pulled your panties off slowly without breaking the eye contact. His brows are still furrowed and you can still feel his anger.

"Let's see if you'd still want to ride his car after getting out of mine." He clicked his tongue and licked his finger, pushing two at the same time. Your mouth hung open as you squirm. "S-soob..." You can't talk straight, no, you don't wanna talk actually, but he has his ways to make you open your mouth. "How is it? Still wanna ride his car?" A sly smirk tugging on his lips. In which you replied with just a shake of your head.

"I'm close..." You whispered, biting your lips, watching how his fingers disappears and appears in your cunt. You shudder with the sensation, your high coming to you. But Soobin pulled his fingers out. You whined, hiding your face on his neck as you grind yourself above him.

Soobin's too focused on making you say the word sorry for the said issue. He did not even expect you'll act bratty once again after just apologizing for what happened yesterday.

He gripped your waist. "Stop moving or you'll not gonna cum for 1 week." Hearing this, you whine once more. You can't stand that punishment at least. But instead of getting the words out of your mouth, Soobin wasn't prepared for your action of apology.

You unzip his pants and slowly stroke him. Your face is still hidden in the crook of his neck. Planting soft kisses on his shoulder blade to his neck.

"Doll." His voice is warning yet you didn't budge, with only a small "please let me" coming out of your mouth.

His hand rubbed your back up and down, slipping them inside your top. Your skin is burning to his palm.

"What's with you, huh?" He asked, but he clearly knows you'd rather act like his little slut than let the five-letter word out of your pretty mouth.

You pulled back, squeezing your body once again on the small space between his legs. "Fuck-- just stop giving him signs -- ohh shit!" Soobin clearly shows his frustration at how he grips on the door. You gave him a few kitten licks and swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock making him jolt.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes, "Fuck, is the word too much for you to say?" You took him whole the moment he spit those words making him thrust up a bit and lean back his head on the headrest.

"Ahh!" His breathy moans filled the car, making the glass foggy despite the rain and cold atmosphere outside. His hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head slowly.

You whimpered at how his cock pulsated on your tongue and how his tip kissed your throat. He gently caresses your cheeks as he holds them. You automatically leaned on his hand as you let him fuck your mouth.

His eyes were tightly closed. Lower lip trapped between his teeth. One hand on your cheek to hold you and the other firmly gripping the door to keep himself grounded.

"Baby fuck!" With one last thrust, he's cumming in your mouth. Draining himself on your wet and hot lips.

His heavy pants were the only thing that could be heard inside the car. Not until you hear a knock on the window. You quickly scrambled up your way to the seat as you sat properly, Soobin shoving his shirt down to cover his exposed length.

He opened the window slowly. "Is everything fine? You're hazard is switched on." A police officer said with an umbrella in hand, roaming his eyes inside the car. He even added that he was just passing by and noticed the car had switched on the hazard.

"I'm sure I didn't put the car on hazard though., must be when I got out.." Soobin mumbles, "But everything is fine, we just need to talk something out."

"Take care then, it's pouring hard." The officer apologized before going back to his car.

You looked at Soobin, fear evident on your face. You were doing things in a semi-public place but here you are, totally scared of getting caught. Soobin chuckled at you.

"Can you turn off the hazard light?" He appealed. You propped yourself on top of the center console to reach for the hazard button. But seems like some other button is getting pressed instead, as your hands retreat back to cover your mouth.

Soobin's tongue is licking your exposed cunt. Eating you out while you're still on the center console.

"S-soob, wait.." you tried your best to appeal to him but he did not budge. He continued shoving his tongue inside you. He then gently pulled you back to his lap, slowly sinking you down on his cock.

One of his hands lightly squeezes your neck, the other one pulling one of your hands back. He stopped you from covering your mouth as he continuously thrusts upward.

"Tight.. so tight..." He mumbles at your nape. "Pussy so good for me."

"M-more please." You quietly pleaded as you tried moving your hips. "Someone's eager to be filled." He commented back. "W-wanna be full of you, Soobin." You're feeling lightheaded at how he's squeezing your neck. He can't help but leave hickeys on your shoulder as he thrusts harder.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant at this point," he huffed. "D-don't care, w-want you," your words are slurred as you lean back on his chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" No other words just curses, was coming out of his mouth as he felt his cum being released.

You were totally breathless, your body slumped on him, his cock still twitching and pulsating inside your cunt. Soobin is totally worn out, dipping his head down on your shoulder.

"Let's stay like this for five minutes then we'll go home." He mumbled.

@binniesbooks 2024

[dont-sneeze]

Another Cheesy Solangelo Valentine story:

"Doctor Solace?" One of the nurses knocked on the break room door the second Will pulled out his frozen lasagna box to microwave for his lunch. "There's someone here to see you. They say they're very sick and need to speak with you immediately."

Will's brow furrowed as he paused his way to the microwave. "If they're that sick, shouldn't they go to the ER?"

The nurse shrugged. "They're requesting you and I don't think they're going to leave without seeing you."

Sighing, Will put his lunch back. He actually had a full hour for lunch today, something he worked hard on making sure he kept clear of appointments, and was really looking forward to it, but of course it wasn't actually going to happen. He just hoped that whatever this was, it would be quick. He promised Nico he'd call–A valentines date over the phone while he was on lunch wasn't ideal, but Nico was out of town visiting Hazel and Frank for the week, so they had to work with what they had.

"They're in examination room 30B." The nurse informed him before leaving.

That should have been his first clue. 30B? Why would the nurse put them in that room? It wasn't ever used for an examination room anymore. In fact, it was the unofficial break room for the staff who just needed a moment or two to themselves and to collect their thoughts in peace and quiet.

Once he approached the door, his second clue should have been the gentle music that was playing from inside the room. Abba's Lay All Your Love on Me was starting into the second verse. Slowly, completely confused, he pushed the door open.

The light's were off, and the blinds were down, but on the floor were a few artificial candles which casted a soft glow around the room, letting him see the blanket spread out on the floor, scattered rose petals on it, the picnic basket that seemed to be overflowing with his favorite foods, and his fiance, sitting on the blanket with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Surprise?" Nico greeted.

Will stepped inside and closed the door behind him, attempting, but failing, to hide the stupid grin on his face as he stepped over to him. "What in the world are you doing here?"

"Didn't the nurse tell you? I'm extremely sick. You're the only hope I have for a cure." Nico pulled himself up off the ground.

"Oh, are you now? What are you sick with?"

"Lovesickness." He took Will's hand in his, kissing it.

Will snorted, amused, and completely in love. "I can tell." He gestured to his freehand at the romantic display in front of him. "None of this is like you at all. What's gotten into you? Also, aren't you supposed to be on the other side of the country with your sister right now? Please don't tell me you cut off your trip with her just for this."

His shoulders dropped, just a bit, before he shrugged. "Frank and Hazel had an emergency foster kid placed with them. Of course they told me I could stay, but I know how important those first few days are and I didn't want to get in the way."

"So instead you flew back home…and bought overpriced and very cheesy valentines decorations, set them up at my work, and had one of my colleagues trick me?"

"It wasn't a trick!" Nico grinned, clearly proud of himself. "I really am lovesick. I missed you, so much, even if it has only been a few days."

Will took Nico's face in his hands, gently pressing a kiss to his hair. "I missed you too. The apartment feels so empty without you. But that still doesn't explain all this." He once again gestured to the room.

Nico shrugged. "We've never really celebrated like this before. I thought you'd enjoy it."

"Every single year, you've told me that it's cheesy and a marketing scheme."

"Yeah, because it is. But that doesn't mean you think that. I realized I never asked you how you felt about it all."

At that, Will bent down to kiss his fiance. "I love you," was Will's reply. "And I'll love you the same, rose petals and candles from Aphrodite herself, or skeletons of the undead from your dad. Whatever you give me, whatever you do for me, is a gift I will love and always treasure."

Nico just about melted at those words. "Good. Because buying all this was almost painful. The clerk at the checkout desk said whoever I was buying these for was a real lucky lady. So you better feel lucky."

Will snorted and wrapped his arms around Nico. "I'm the luckiest lady." He teased, holding him close. "I missed you, Nico."

"And I missed you." Nico eventually pulled back and handed Will a large wrapped box. "I got you something while I was at Hazel's. She took me for a walk along the beach- I saw it at a craft market on the beach and couldn't help but think of you."

Will hand to use both hands to open the gift, wrapped in black wrapping paper with silver little hearts and skulls on it. He handed Nico a piece of the wrapping. "This is much more you." He pointed out with a smile. "I knew you were still in there under all the candles and rose petals."

Nico laughed at that, taking the paper from him obediently, but he was clearly nervous as Will opened the present.

To Will's surprise, it wasn't a box that was wrapped, it was a guitar case. Inside sat a beautiful, hand painted acoustic guitar. The design on it was sunflowers, bright and light and everything that Will was to Nico.

"Nico…" Will whispered as he took it out of the case, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Then he noticed on the back, there was a different design, the sunflowers beautifully fading into an intricate galaxy of stars.

Nico shuffled his feet a bit, blushing. "I know you've been looking for a new guitar since your old one broke, and I know next to nothing about guitars, so it's probably not even the right kind you were looking for but-"

"It's perfect." Will looked at him through teary eyes, not even trying to hide them. "Thank you. I love it. I love you."

Nico stepped forward again, pointing to hand painted words on the very bottom of the guitar. "I had the artist write this when I bought it…"

Thank you for being the sun in my galaxy.

"It's so cheesy, I know, but.." He trailed off with a shy shrug.

"It's a good thing I really like Cheese. Especially this kind." Will grinned, and after another look over the instrument, he placed it back in the case and wrapped Nico in his arms again. "If we weren't already engaged, I'd propose to you right here on the spot."

Nico couldn't help but laugh. "On valentines day, no less. When did you become such a romantic?"

Will laughed as well. "What can I say? You know just how like my cheese."

"I'd say yes again, by the way. If you asked me."

Kissing his head again, Will's smile only grew. "I'm very happy to hear that."

"And I can't wait." Nico grabbed Will's hand to admire the simple black band on his finger. "But there's also icecream in that picnic basket that can't wait either–if we don't eat it right now, it will for sure be soup."

As they sat down, their sides pressed into one another and Will's arm around Nico, they began to empty the basket, while Abba continued to sing Lay all Your Love on Me from Nico's phone.

"Do you just have this song on repeat?"

Nico quickly grabbed it and turned it off. "Yes. I wanted it playing when you walked in, but I didn't know how long you'd take to get here so I put it on repeat, and then I forgot about it."

"And why that song?"

"Because it's the only sappy love song I can stand hearing more than once. ....and I know Abba is one of your favorite groups."

Will snorted again.

"...and I know Abba is your favorite."

"Aww." He kissed Nico's head. "I really have misssed you, you know." Will said once more as he grabbed a spoon, feeding a bite of very soft but not quite soup icecream to Nico, before taking a bite himself.

"Sorry it's all melty."

"Soup ice cream with you is better than frozen lasagna on a phone call with you." He pointed out. "Of course, I won't complain that those were my plans, I was just happy to talk to you. But this? This is much, much better." Will decided he'd never seen a more beautiful sight than Nico's relaxed, happy smile in the low light from the candles. "Happy marketing scheme day, my love."

[aclowntiny]

Hello!! I'm a baby Atiny and it has been some some weeks that I've been in love with the boys. I really love and appreciate them. I wanted to know if you'd be able to write ATEEZ reacting to their crush being allergic to flowers. I always read reactions and of course, flowers are a beautiful gesture, but it's actually funny when you're allergic haha.

Welcome to the ship of fools 🏴‍☠️😆 gotta know friend, who's your bias if you have one? So glad to see more atiny joining!!! 🥰 also I love your idea, that's such a funny & unique one! Also enjoy this wonderful shoot including my favorite picture of Jongho ever

Ateez Finding Out Their Crush is Allergic to Flowers

Hongjoong

It was going to be the perfect moment: the dashing protagonist winning his love interest with a heart-fluttering gesture: a single red rose presented with just the right flourish.

Or so Hongjoong thought.

“For you,” he almost whispered, holding out the rose with a smile and a darting gaze between the ruby petals and you.

“O-oh,” you stutter, taking the flower and twisting it nervously in your hand, “thank you. Hongjoong, this is so- achoo!” You can’t even get a full sentence out before breaking into a sneeze, even the small amount of pollen tightening your sinuses. You were worried this would happen, but come on, look at the man standing before you! You had a huge crush on him, and maybe, just maybe, he felt the same.

Hongjoong’s hand fell gently upon your shoulder as your body was wracked with another sneeze, taking the rose back from your hand. “You’re allergic, aren’t you? From now on,” he chuckled, “no more real flowers, then.”

“What, you were going to get me more?” You asked, arching a brow at Hongjoong, who held the rose away from you twisting in his left hand.

“Only if you liked the first one,” he replied with a shy smile, gaze drifting from yours.

“I do, though!” You protested despite yourself. “Roses are my favorite. They’re so…so romantic,” you blushed.

“It was supposed to be,” he whispers, eyes and smile both widening as you take his empty hand in yours.

“I have some good news, then, you tell him, “You know what’s even more romantic?”

“What?”

“I have no problem with dried flowers, so you may hold it for a while, but I can press it and keep it forever.”

Seonghwa

Seonghwa had a surprise for you. This was the night he planned to confess to you, and for the occasion he’d bought the biggest bouquet of roses he could find. Ok, not the biggest, but a dozen very wide blooms that he hoped dearly would get his point across. As he went to pick you up, he hid the flowers gently in the back seat, laying in the dim light out of your view.

“Hi,” you greeted gently as you slid into his car, bringing an instant smile to Seonghwa’s face.

“Hi, how was your day?” He asked, gaze alternating between your lovely eyes and his rearview mirror as he backed out of your driveway. “I mean, I know you said work wasn’t great, so I wanted to cheer you up, but what happened?”

“Well, our management is just not great, and today we had five callouts, so…” Your words continued, but as you spoke, Seonghwa could see every time you passed a streetlight just how moist your eyes looked. How red.

He reached over, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” he said softly, “it’s over now and we’re going to have a good time tonight, ok? And I’m here to listen, so no need to cry.”

At that, your head snapped up in confusion. “Cry? No, today was stressful but I’m happy it’s over. I’m not crying, my allergies are just going crazy for some reason. It’s weird, I wasn’t outside for too long, but I guess the flowers must just be going.”

Uh, oh, did you say… “Flowers?”

“Yeah,” you nod, blinking, “they make my allergies flare up.”

A pang of guilt hit Seonghwa- he was only trying to brighten your day! “Uh,” he took his hand off your shoulder, gripping the wheel again and jerking his head toward the back seat, “I didn’t want to give you your surprise this early, but I think I went with the wrong surprise. Take a look in the back seat.”

He chuckled nervously as you turned around, starting as you burst into laughter. The noise was so sudden yet genuine he soon joined in.

“Oh my gosh, no wonder!” You breathed in between laughs. “I didn’t think I’d passed anything! You really got those to surprise me?”

“Unfortunately, I did,” Seonghwa chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, no, I needed the laugh,” you reassured him, “and they’re beautiful.”

Seonghwa looked at you intently. “Not as beautiful as you.”

Yunho

“Yunho, I have that cake I promised you!”

Your friendship with Yunho, you always joked, was based off of cooking. Ever since he found out you had some skills in the kitchen, you tried out new things to make him and brought it by when you hung out with your mutual friend, now friends, from his group. Not that you minded seeing Yunho more- he was super nice, maybe even the nicest in the group as you would quip, the man practically not letting you move a muscle and letting you get away with murder in the dorms. That was why you wanted to make him a cake, in fact. In your last message to him, you told him you would bring it.

“I thought you might say that,” he shot back, “which is why I got…this!”

Whirling around, reaching for something on the table, and whipping back to face you, Yunho produced a bouquet of flowers that he held out your way with a look of comical pride. The moment they (almost) hit you, your face contorted and you instinctively turned away as if struck.

“Whoa, did I scare you? I’m sorry, I just wanted to thank you with something pretty for always being so bright and kind.” The way his face fell had your heart shattering.

“No, no, please don’t think anything bad,” you waved your hands, “I react quickly like that when I see flowers because I’m allergic. I- I didn’t want to sneeze on the cake and ruin it!”

“O-oh,” he stuttered, running a hand through his hair and freezing for a second before darting forward to collect the exposed cake on its tray from you, “I see! Well here, let me get this! And don’t worry, I’ll hold onto the flowers and get you something even better!”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you denied, playing with the hem of your shirt and rolling your shoulders at freedom from your burden, “I really am happy to bake for you.”

“And I,” Yunho countered, leaning a bit closer to you with a beam, “am happy to shower you with anything that shows my appreciation!”

Yeosang

“Oh, (y/n), there you are!”

Turning around, you see Yeosang crossing the café toward where you sat, hands behind his back. “Oh, yeah sorry, I kind of hid from you! I thought a corner table might be nice.”

He smiles at your words, momentarily distracting you from what he was hiding. “That’s perfect for me.”

“Good!” You clap your hands. “Wanna do our usual?” Your usual meaning getting two mini-desserts and splitting them.

“Of course I do,” he replies brightly, “you’re the only one who’ll do that with me!”

“That’s because they can’t get on your wavelength,” you mock-brag, crossing your arms.

“No,” he muses as he lowers himself into the chair across from you, maneuvering his hidden arms carefully, “and I really appreciate it. Maybe you know it, but just in case you don’t, here.”

With that, before you could even ask him what he was hiding, he whips out a beautiful bouquet of pink and white flowers, roses, freckled lilies, and dainty white violas standing out to your eyes. And your nose.

“Oh, these are so-achoo!- beautiful, Yeosang, I really love the- ACHOO!” How embarrassing, you thought, here is he giving you something so beautiful and your allergies are keepong you from appreciating it. You sneezed once more and Yeosang’s brows furrowed in concern.

“Oh, are you allergic to something in here? I had no idea, I just wanted to show you some-”

“Oh, don’t apologize. Achoo! You didn’t know,” you replied, voice starting to sound stuffy, “and I really appreciate the gesture. Can you just take them back for a second and-”

He pulled the bouquet out from near your face immediately, handing you his napkin, which you gratefully accepted. You wanted a hole to open below you and swallow you up, but your heart and breaths calmed a bit when you saw how fondly he was still looking at you.

“I hope this doesn’t mean I have to take back my confession, too.”

San

“Thank you so much for coming, (y/n). It really means a lot,” San told you as he rounded a corner towards a road ending in a wooden arch.

“Of course, San, anytime,” you answered, clutching the basket you’d offered to hold for him on the drive, “how could I not? It sounds like fun, I can’t believe no one wanted to go with you for a farm day!”

“Right?” He agreed, eyes shining. “On the pick your own day nonetheless! But that means I get to have even more fun with you!”

Your heart swelled at San’s words and the excited motion of his hands- he really was a sweetheart, you thought as you pulled through the wooden arch with the farm name on it. You could see it was European-inspired judging by the font of the arch lettering and stylings of the little cottage and barn. This would be an adorable day.

The moment you parked and got out, however, you felt that weighty feeling in your skull that usually symbolized your eyes swelling. As San brought you to the back of the farm by where a family was heading, baskets on all five of their arms, your heart fell.

It was a field of tulips, three of them to be precise. Rows of red, then yellow, then pink, all dotted by excited people with clippers and all but tinting the air yellow with pollen. A strangled sound left your lips as your eyes burned, and San couldn’t help but notice.

“(y/n), is everything all right?”

Your hands folded nervously behind your back as your chest hammered. It felt so bad to ruin this for San- could you even do it?

“I’ll be fine,” you brush it off, “my flower allergy is just acting up.”

San’s jaw drops. “What? You have a-” He shakes his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t ask. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s completely all right, we can just-”

“Go to the peach picking instead,” he finishes for you, “you’re more important to me than some flowers I can get in a shop. I’d rather we make a good memory together than just get some flowers, ok?”

He’s greatly rewarded for this when you lean in and kiss his cheek. “You’re so sweet, San. That sounds great to me.”

Mingi

“Alright, are you ready?”

“Yes,” you giggle, eyes firmly closed as you sat in the passenger seat, “I can’t wait to open my eyes again!”

“But no peeking!”

“No peeking,” you repeat as you feel along the rough strap of your seat belt until your finger finds the release button.

“Good. Wait there and I’ll come get you,” Mingi says, and you hear the driver’s seat door open. Moments later, your door opens as well and a hand finds yours, wrapping around it and pulling you out of the car.

The moment you stand up, Mingi’s hand falls gently across your face, covering your eyes which flutter open into a warmer darkness. Your feet don’t falter as he urges you forward on clearly excited footing, bringing a smile to your face.

“Wait until you see it, (y/n), it’s so beautiful! Just a few more steps here,” he says as he guides you up a slight incline. The ground beneath you feels like…dirt?

Your eyes itch beneath their human mask, and they start to feel heavy. You blink several times and Mingi catches it, hands faltering a little as his steps slow. A few eye-watering steps later, he bids you open your eyes, the warmth lifting from across your face as your head tilts to take in Mingi’s huge smile.

“Well? Don’t you think it’s pretty?” He holds out an arm, proudly sweeping it over a stunning view of hills dotted with small purple flowers, one of which you stood at the foot of.

“Yes, it’s…it’s gorgeous,” you blink a few more times, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as one falls.

“Wait,” Mingi’s smile drops, “are you crying? You are crying! What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

“No,” you smile, wiping the unshed tears from your puffy eyes, “I love it, Mingi, really. I’m just allergic to flowers is all, so my body has a funny way of showing it.”

His eyes widen slightly. “Oh. Oh, (y/n), I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! We can take pictures from far away, here…” His hand falls on yours again, this time tugging you away from the hills like they had the plague.

Chuckling, you dug your heels in, sending him reeling to face you. “Hey, I’ll be fine for some pictures in them as long as you don’t mind a few sniffles in between. I don’t look puffy, do I?”

Mingi shook his head, squeezing your hand. “You look gorgeous.”

Wooyoung

Subtlety be darned. “Hey (y/n),” Wooyoung leaned on the counter, “what’s your favorite flower?”

Your gaze turned from the microwave, where a bag of popcorn was popping. “Well, I really love orchids, I think they’re so pretty, but I’m allergic to flowers,” you answered with an alternate smile and frown.

Internally, Wooyoung smacked his forehead. What other kind of romantic gift could he get you to express his undying love for you and get you to go out with him and fall for him too and- oops, you were staring at him as he froze.

“Why?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.

“Oh,” he stuttered, “no reason. Uh, do you, er… like chocolate?”

“Are you trying to shop for me or something?” You asked with an amused smile, head leaning on your hand, elbow bent to hit your zone of the counter.

Well, he had said screw subtlety. “I was, but if you’re going to be so difficult,” he teased, sauntering over to you and wrapping his arms around your midsection and turning toward you, voice warm against your ear, “I’ll just give you a different token of my affection.”

Before you could express your surprise, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Hope that was alright.”

Blushing, you nodded.

“Good,” he grinned with satisfaction, arms still around you, “because I’ve figured out your gift, too. I’ll get you an orchid necklace. How’s that for flowers?”

Jongho

“Getting flowers is the best feeling,” Seonghwa had said, to the agreement of the few other guys involved in the conversation.

“I wouldn’t know,” you joked, “I’m allergic, so no one’s ever gotten me any before.”

Gears turned in Jongho’s head the moment you said that, even as surprise fell across his face. “You’ve never received flowers before?”

“No,” you shook your head, “most people just know I can’t get them, I guess. Too bad, huh? I bet it does feel nice.”

Well, if Jongho had anything to say about it, you would find out.

~

“I- I got something for you, (y/n),” Jongho tells you, one hand behind his back.

Your jaw drops, hand rising to your chest. “Me? What for?”

“Because I really wanted to get you flowers,” he replies, taking his right hand out from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of the most realistic silk flowers you’d ever seen, a gorgeously vibrant splash of purple, yellow, green…

Your hand falls in shock, then rises again to caress the soft, lovely, and above all hypoallergenic blooms, chest ballooning with warmth. “You did this for me? These are beautiful, just as pretty as the real thing,” you gushed, “thank you, Jongho!”

Before he could reply, you leapt up, throwing your arms around his neck in an embrace he returned with his flower-free hand around your back. As you pulled away, he looked at you, eyes smiling.

“I’m really glad you like them, (y/n). You know, I like these too. They’ll never die this way. It feels poetic somehow, doesn’t it?”

Heart skipping a beat, you nod, reaching for his hand.

[tumbling-rocks-no-danger]

Give me Steve who has no fucking clue how to date a man. Give me Steve who’s really good at dating women, does all the romantic shit. Flowers, movie dates, holding doors open, the works. He’s used to the way his bodies fit against theirs, being the rock, the furnace.

He doesn’t really like dating per se; he doesn’t like feeling like he has to rebuild himself after every single failed date and every single failed relationship. It’s almost as if King Steve has to come back, at least at first, for things to work out. He has to dip into the persona, the one he abandoned years ago. He needs to bring back the ‘Harrington Charm’ to avoid being off-putting. He has to hide the stranger facets to his personality behind King Steve’s confidence.

He doesn’t like dating, but he’s really good at it.

And then he starts dating guys (you know who, don’t be obtuse) and suddenly everything is confusing and awkward.

Is he supposed to get him flowers? Do queer dudes want their dates to give them flowers? Is it gauche? Is it kind of like the hanky’s? If he buys him roses, does it mean he, like, wants to shove an arm up his ass?

And it’s not like they can really go on dates in public either. They can’t really be all cuddly and romantic like that without getting attacked.

And who pays? It’s not like there’s a girl in the relationship, so who cuddles who? Who holds the door? Can you still be bros? Can you smack each other on the ass, or is that an invitation for sex? Can you burp? Are queer dudes okay with that? They do some crazy things in bed, so he can’t imagine it would be an issue? Are you supposed to share clothes? Also how do you not get envious about the other guy’s body?

That was why Steve didn’t realize he liked dudes, after all; he both wanted them and wanted to be them. He’d look at another guy in the locker room and he certainly didn’t feel good, but it wasn’t just envy…

How does this all work?

Whenever he does something traditionally romantic for Eddie, the guy gets this stupid face, like he just smelled something rank. His nose wrinkles and he looks at Steve like he just stepped on his brand new white sneakers. He supposes it’s just new to him, but what if that’s not the issue? What if it’s one of those cultural taboos, like, ‘don’t do anything heterosexual, it’s fucking weird’? Could it be an insult?

Robin had dragged him to that one bookstore in Indianapolis, the one with the rainbow flag in the window. The… people? The people working there had looked at him like he was lost, and it made him feel really, just, looked at?

Why does being queer require so much fucking reading? That was the one thing about school Steve was always fucking terrible at, and now, to not feel like Bambi stumbling through the forest on scrawny little legs, he has to do it? It’s not like he can copy off of Nancy’s notes this time, and Robin said that he has to learn some things on his own. The fuck? What happened to queer solidarity?

Is Steve just supposed to humiliate himself over and over again until things just work? That’s a little too vulnerable for his tastes. It’s enough that he has a man looking at his butthole multiple times a week and y’know, doing stuff with it, now he has to be a bumbling oaf about it?

So, yeah🌝

[kitkatopinions]

If yang is treated like an awful sister in volume 9 and her paying attention to blake and ignoring ruby is treated as a flaw and was called out for said flaw how you feel about that?

I think in general, I completely agree with the people calling Yang an awful sister in Volume 9. I've heard every defense imaginable for why she was acting the way she was acting in V9, but really, Ruby's growing breakdown and her suffering was obvious. Like Ruby quite literally fainted from her trauma, and went through almost the whole volume in uncharacteristic gloom while showing complete disinterest in trying to get back her once beloved weapon, only having small two second moments of happiness here and there that quickly got crushed, being self-deprecating, hunching in on herself, trying not to fall apart, and then she had a panic attack during the fight with Neo's Jabberwalkers at the Paper Pleaser's village, and.... Yang was doing what? Not noticing.

Giggling and flirting, and smarting off and rolling her eyes, and having a grand old time in her fights, and dismissing it when Ruby did start to talk about her regrets by saying it's like Ironwood. Yeah, Yang shows some minor concern sometimes before Ruby's breakdown, but to me it felt like less concern than one of my coworkers had shown one time that I was sick at work and they had to drive me home. It didn't feel like the care a good older sister would show to a traumatized and clearly struggling beloved younger sister, it felt like the passing obligatory sympathy a stranger would show to another stranger if they found them crying at a bar. Like 'Oh are you okay? Yeah? Okay, if you're sure. I'll get back to my friend group.' And then you just move on and try to have fun for the rest of the night. That's how Yang prior to Ruby's breakdown feels to me.

Then while Ruby's having her breakdown, what does Yang do?

Yang 1. treats Ruby like a threat to Blake and glares at her. 2. does absolutely nothing to console Ruby or protest her words in any way. 3. does absolutely nothing when Jaune starts yelling in her face victim blaming her for things outside of her control and essentially saying she's not allowed to feel bad things or express that she feels bad things while she's standing there crying. 4. Doesn't immediately run after her when she takes off alone in a dangerous chaos world after she just demonstrated that she might not be able to fight, is clearly emotionally compromised, and being actively targeted by Neo who just made it even more clear that she's gunning directly for Ruby. 5. Gets angry like "how could she be kinda mean to me? Why couldn't she talk to me even though I shot her down the one time she expressed negative feelings to me? Ugh she's so impossible, not being one hundred percent okay after the death of her friend and being upset that I'm treating this like a romantic fun getaway while she's spiraling into an obvious breakdown that I didn't notice at all."

And then when Ruby ascends, Yang is like beaming away hugging Jaune like five minutes later? And when she sees Ruby in the tree, she's at least somewhat affected - although still much less than I'd want her to be, like compare Yang seeing Ruby in the tree to when the Doctor in Doctor Who thought he lost Rose for the first time, or Jack Harkness when Rose "dies" in front of him (since they didn't even know each other that long,) or Martha the first time Jack "dies" in front of her despite the fact that it was the first time she'd seen him, or Rose the first time Jack "dies" in front of her, or Amy and the Doctor the first time Rory "dies" in front of them, or Amy and the Doctor the second time Rory "dies" in front of them- You get the point. Yang is supposed to be Ruby's sister, but her reactions go between limited and not nearly emotional enough to near non-existent, and we're supposed to buy it as the single most caring and loving older sister that raised Ruby on her own and just loves her oh so much? I don't buy it.

Especially because Yang then completely ignores all the suffering Ruby's been through and how Ruby explicitly said she didn't want to be treated like a perfect girl with all the answers and didn't want to be the leader anymore, and was like "oh yeah Ruby is our perfect leader who never doubts herself and never shows weakness and has never been confused a day in her life." How am I supposed to think of Yang as a caring older sister when she completely ignores Ruby and disregards what she says and what she needs, in order to over-rely on her? Volume 9 made Yang look like a terrible sister tbh.

I will clarify: The problem isn't 'Yang gives Blake attention,' it's that the writers can't seem to write both 'Yang gives Blake attention, cares about her, and loves her as a romantic partner' and 'Yang gives Ruby attention, cares about her, and loves her as a sister.' They tend to push Ruby and Yang's relationship to the back and focus on Blake and Yang's relationship when they could and should be focusing on both sets of dynamics. Because of how much Ruby's relationship with Yang is shoved to the side and Blake and Yang's is emphasized, it does make it feel like Yang cares much more about Blake than she does about Ruby - coupled with things like Yang protectively stepping in front of Blake when Ruby is upset or even earlier, her pulling Blake out of the house with apathy in V6 while Ruby was still in the building and Qrow was passed out drunk on the counter. But the problem isn't 'Yang is written to care about Blake' it's that it feels like the writers only write her to care about Blake and don't care about her other dynamics, which makes it feel like she doesn't really care about Ruby that much at all.

It's very sad, because one of the reasons I originally loved Yang was that I connected with her as an older sister. I love my younger sister very much, I would do anything for her, I want to protect her, but I also think of her as very strong and able to protect herself, similar to how Yang acted in the first five seasons. Yang was one of my absolute favorite characters in RWBY - if not my number one favorite - partially because of how good it felt to see a sibling relationship where they loved and cared about each other and prioritized each other. Now I'm really struggling to like Yang's character at all, and a big reason for that is that it no longer feels like she really cares that much about Ruby. So yeah. XD

TL;DR: I actually completely agree with the people saying Yang is being a bad sister, and her ignoring Ruby is totally a flaw that I'd call out.

[chizucore]

one part i used to find cringe in KNT when i was a teenager first following the series that i absolutely adore as an adult revisiting it with full series hindsight and a less chronically embarrassed adolescent brain is the part where ryu gives chizu the preserved rose outside the party and says it reminds him of her. i love it now in one part because like many KNT bits it's honestly incredibly funny (the absolute deadpan absurdity & refusal/inability to elaborate or explain is like peak KNT humour and peak ryu as a character) but also

chizu afterwards looking back on it and trying to figure out what he means by that and kind of making the gradual transition from being mortified by it to being moved by it…like yes there's the whole point, accepting and appreciating somebody's feelings even though you don't understand or even reciprocate them, and the actual impossibility of ever completely reciprocating the love someone else feels for you because you are not inside their head and you're never going to see what they're seeing or feel what they're feeling exactly. it's like how sawako is drawn differently when we first see her from kazehaya's point of view and stuff like…when kazehaya tells sawako that she has no idea how much he loves her it's not an argument or a challenge or a manipulation tactic it's a truthful statement, love isn't a competition or up for debate or negotiation it is always there and it's always incomprehensible and it always matters so much

when chizu asks what ryu means by that and he goes "um...if you want specifics, i don't know" it rules bc it parallels sawako asking him how he realised he liked chizu in the same chapter where she fully realises she likes kazehaya and he says more or less the same thing, or something like "do i have to give you a reason?" like yeah love isn't about reasons!! you don't need a reason to love someone!! when ayane is trying to convince herself she can grow to reciprocate kento's feelings she's constantly extoling his virtues and how much kinder he is to her than the other guys she's dated etc etc but ultimately that doesn't matter because that's not how love works and that lack of rationality and how you can handle that within your relationships is something every single main character has to reckon with in some way shape or form at some point during the narrative. this love might not make sense to you but all i can do is keep reaching out and giving it. and you can't give love if it isn't there. etc. when chizu and ryu or sawako and kazehaya talk positively about each other it's never, ever presented as an explanation for why they love each other it always exists independently or serves as a gift to the other person to remind them (or others) of their worth - i love you AND i believe you're a good person but i don't need to think highly of you to care for you, it's that whole respect VS love thing that fucking torments sawakaze throughout the first half of the manga lmao. love isn't a reward for good behaviour, saying you love someone and saying you respect/admire them isn't saying the same thing even if those sentiments can co-exist

anyway sorry that was kind of tangential but everything in KNT connects sooo beautifully i had to say it but anyway. back to chizuryu to round this off i've seen basically every possible take on them over the years RE whether chizu is supposed to have had explicitly romantic feelings for him all along that she was unaware of/unwilling to accept or whether she kind of gets forced into a romantic relationship with him because she thinks she'll lose him forever otherwise etc etc (neither of these are my personal readings BTW but i digress). and like i think the ambiguity and flexibility and weirdness of chizu's feelings is kind a huge part of the beauty of their arc because ultimately she chooses him because she loves him and he loves her and that's enough to build a life on. when chizu is having her (justified!!) bsod crashout after ryu confesses to her and her brother in parallels kazehaya says it's obvious how much ryu cares about her and "it doesn't matter what shape those feelings take"...like yeah...

i'd argue a huge huge part of the rift between chizu and ryu that they have to resolve to be fully happy together is that ryu spends a long time devaluing chizu's past feelings for him because they're not romantic and she in turn spends a while devaluing his feelings for her because they ARE romantic and don't reflect the genuine friendship she always thought they had (and this is exemplified from his POV at the end of the childhood flashback when she says she's going to be his sister now and he's obviously slightly unhappy because he thinks she means it as in 'sister-in-law' and that it's about her feelings for toru when we can see in her narration that it's about wanting to be close with and there for ryu forever, as well as the "why did you choose this high school" conversation). other people will probably not understand your love for somebody and you will probably never comprehend somebody's love for you but the love is what matters even when it's incommunicable. perhaps especially when it's incommunicable because that is when it's at its most sincere and the real tragedy is that sincere love of that nature is impossible to translate. the bitterness (never fully understanding each other) and the sweetness (loving and reaching for and fully trusting each other anyway)

i have more to say about them obviously but basically hell yeah so true kazehaya bestie it doesn't matter what shape those feelings take. even if the shape is a preserved rose

[variousqueerthings]

Just the old favourites...

AND IT'S THE DAY OF THE DOCTOR! there's four "of the doctor" titles in a row at the end of this, which I will forgive, because the specials back in what 2008? 2009? were also basically about the Doctor, and this is the end of Eleven's era (one episode left after this and we meet Twelve!!!) so yeah, go on, make it a bit Doctor-centric I gueeeess (but maybe a little less?)

anyway, how do we do with the whole... Doctor thing?

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 6/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or given agency to her emotional interiority): 3/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 5/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 10/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 4/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 2/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 5/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 4/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 5/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 3/10

FULL RATING: 48/100 (if I can count….)

it's got... some points. I am a big fan of Gallifrey being back on the map! I am really into the final bit from Tom Baker appearing until the last little speech. but I don't think most of this hangs together as a coherent narrative, as such. let us peruse

OBJECTIFICATION: considering how many female characters are in this episode, Osgood, Clara, Kate Stewart, Bad Wolf Interface, and Queen Elizabeth, it does remarkably well for a M*ffat penned episode. however. you can guess who suffers a bit -- surprisingly not as much as I'd remember: It's Queen Liz of course (although actually her issues come up more related to this eras ongoing Stuff around authority, and how she interacts with the Doctor)

Elizabeth, you see, is in Looooove with the Doctor, which is the thing that's going to be the single most annoying pervasive plotpoint in RTD's era. she's kind of ditzy about it, even though she's actually capable elsewhere in the episode, and she's introduced in this sort of romantic outing with the Doctor (who's doing it to out her as an alien, which she isn't)

it's not the worst, considering how this character has been described throughout nu!who, but it's also very eye-rollery

BUT WAIT! there's also the Bad Wolf Interface, played by Billie Piper, whom I'd technically be happy to see, and who does pretty well with what she's given, but...

The War Doctor, burning his hand: The interface, it’s hot Bad Wolf Interface: Well I do my best

this isn't massive, I know I know. and technically this is neither Rose nor The Bad Wolf, however... never were these characters portrayed doing this kind of dialogue. the Bad Wolf is kind of a manic pixie dream girl at times, and it irks a bit. it's not massive. but it irks.

PLOT-POINT: Clara is doing plot shit, and not much else. Queen Liz is a joke B-plot point really. Kate Stewart, noooow ok she's got some opinions on things, some things I want to circle back to, but not on this point (but the main gist is, to what extent is Kate Stewart actually an antagonist). Osgood, I'd say, comes out of this the best, she's got a neat little arc with her Zygon self, which I believe carries on into later episodes

and then there's the Bad Wolf/Moment. I quite like the Moment, actually. I think the Moment as a being + a weapon is interesting. Dunno if that much is done with it on the whole (but that's the next point down). I acknowledge that because the Interface has the face of Rose Tyler/The Bad Wolf, I'm treating it like a female character, which may be flawed thinking, but fuckit, onwards, the Moment is a plot device/Macguffin type, because the Moment has no motivations, it just is, and was introduced in this episode in order to give an object around which the Doctor could make choices. and happens to look like the Bad Wolf, but strangely even that doesn't really matter (we'll get to that)

COMPLEXITY: sOOOooo this plot is kind of a series of best-ofs smooshed together. remember the Queen Liz jokes? well, here's the story behind that. remember the fez? Allons-y, Geronimo, making fun of appearances and quirks, check check, Tom Baker (being fabulous), Billie Piper, and... it's a 50th anniversary, it's fine, I get it, but I wish it wasn't so "this happens and then this happens because this is what we need to happen and then this happens..."

and I do like the ending, even though getting to it is very messy

I kind of wish a few elements had been stripped back or entirely away, so one could zero in on some emotional depth, because while there are some great moments (Ten being the Doctor who's always counting deaths, and Eleven being the Doctor who refuses to look at them is a highlight), it moves too fast for you to breathe and take a lot of it in

take, the Moment as Bad Wolf, love it, and they do timey-wimey handwavey you'll forget all of this, so it doesn't totally fuck around with Rose just being an ordinary girl that the Doctor met, but there's this bit where The War Doctor says "oh bad wolf girl I could kiss you!" and she says something to the effect of "you're going to" and Ten goes something like "I'm sorry did you say Bad Wolf!????"... and then we move on

not that this is Ten's episode, but you brought back Billie Piper and not a single little emotional beat of Ten realising that the Bad Wolf in some way is still looking out for them (or hell, Eleven having that beat too, it's not like they're not the same character)

the Time War is the big sufferer of this though. I know it's described in books in a truly terrifying time-fucked-up Eldritch Gods type way, and what we get is a handful of scenes of explosions and screaming citizens (are they Time Lords or just locals? I don't know enough lore to know the details on how many were Time Lords), and this recurring shot of laughing kids around a maypole. what's with the maypole, idk, it's like a symbol for childhood innocence or something in this

if it had made a choice to not actually show details of the Time War, for example, a lot of that could have been left to the imagination and there could have been a different - more affecting - way of portraying the Doctor's Choice. I'm a big fan of the counting the dead as concept, for example, it says something about both Ten and Eleven

also not sold on every single Doctor suddenly beaming away Gallifrey, it's doing a lot of heavy lifting without much explanation about why it should work. a lot of rushedness to get to one single point

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: ohhh well this is the gamechanger for the plot, the shift in gears. no longer a story about someone who carries the guilt of an entire dead civilisation, it's now the story of someone trying to find their way home

it's very much a Doctor story, the Doctor interacting with the Doctor

however there is also UNIT. we've reintroduced UNIT this season with Kate Stewart (daughter of Lethbridge-Stewart), and a "science first" approach. IIIII am not so sure about it all, considering she was ready to Blow Up London, and yeah, that was halted for a second, but for now there's been no follow-up on that first intention

since I'm watching Classic!Who next to it, I notice that the Third Doctor isn't working with UNIT so much as he needs to be there, because there's nowhere else to go, and is frequently trying to curb their worst instinct, and the Brigadier is frequently the face of conservative reactions to the unknown. the Doctor at this point likes him (and also insults him), and I'm sure they'll be going through some relationship stuff in the future

but crucially UNIT's a delicate balance, and maybe kiiiind of in this iteration to, considering Kate Stewart's "blowing shit up" plan. I'm kind of wary of UNIT as uncomplicated good guys, which they weren't at that point, and could be delved into much more. also UNIT feels very... British, in a colonialist sense. there's discomfort there

COMPANIONS MATTER: Clara helps them out a couple of times, but she takes a backseat in this one, untiiiil she basically drives the moment to change Time War History. I feel so bad for her as actress playing a character, because we're given so little, but she's presented as 1. knowing all of Doctor history due to being in their timestream and being "born to save him" and 2. saving Gallifrey from destruction by talking the Doctor out of it???? it's so left-field and not really connected to who she is in the narrative (that is, the narrative struggles to place her in it unless it suddenly needs her). I really like Clara, I don't like what the narrative does with her

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: this has soooooo much handwavey "the Doctor does stuff because the Doctor can," and in a way it's something I'm like "fine because I also want that narrative of returning to Gallifrey and everything that comes with it" but... I do think there's a version of this story that could have done more to complicate the Doctor, but of course that's a lot to ask of a M*ffat type of Doctor Who

the depictions of Time Lord society are also... look I just don't think M*ffat knows how to do epic particularly well. he tries and it's mostly a bit silly. lot of talking and "trust me this is so cool"

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: oof, this one is... hard to parse. some of this is great. some of this annoys the hell out of me, it really depends on where you land on super special girl of all time the Doctor <- when portrayed as such -- I personally wish that something would complicate this story a little bit, and not just pull classic!who back in order to recontextualise it for new canon that I'm not sure is good enough for it

I really liked the Tom Baker cameo, but I just am not a fan of making previous Doctor Who actually about this Doctor Who. it's a thin thin line to cross over, and not one that can be done by smashing it with a hammer, and M*ffat is a hammer-smasher

that being said that last speech, with all the Doctors, big fan!

ALSO they played both Rose's theme and Martha's for some reason. why would you do me like this???!

“SEXINESS”: well, you know what everyone really missed with Ten? it was a woman grabbing his face and kissing him without his consent, because it's very funny and he's clearly uncomfortable. this happens Three times with the same character (queen Elizabeth)

also a bunch of hints from Eleven at Ten that this is all so very sexy and the like bla bla

there's also a screwdriver-comparing dick joke between Ten and Eleven.... Ten I'm sorry you would never!

INTERNAL WORLD: eehhh bit all over the place, but not as much as has been in M*ffat stuff before, which may just be that most of it has been set up before. there's UNIT, there's the Time War/Gallifrey (if very simplistically portrayed), and Elizabethan Timez. could be worse, could be better

POLITICS: Someone! Take! Authority! Figures! Away! From! Doctor! Who! by this I mean the continued glorification of Monarchy and Churchill and military we've had throughout this era, fuckn stop!

make these stories about people that matter! I note in this episode how little of it focuses on people doing shit, and is just about so-called Important People Doing Shit. the most we get to an ordinary person with real stakes in this is Osgood, who is also UNIT (and has Kate Stewart's phone no-less). yes Clara is... there, but she's there to witness the important shit

it takes the Doctor away from the sphere where we actually relate to them, and into the "actually I only worry about the hobnobs and the important things, the little picture the little person is not the Point"

I think that's what this episode suffers from the most. it's floating away in a balloon with nary a character, setting, or Theme to properly ground it, with the exception of that final bit: "At last I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going. Home, the long way around."

FULL RATING: 48/100 (if I can count….)

and here we are, one episode from the end of Eleven's era, and it's an average M*ffat rating. bit of a mess, but with an actual good teaser at the end there for once!

I like Osgood, think UNIT has the promise to be compelling if handled correctly, and of course I'm into the Classic!Doctors fanservice. I think Ten is written somewhat to the left of actual Ten, there's some bullshit political stuff as a continuation from M*ffat's bullshit political stuff, and the Time War is presented as a bit... simple on the whole

gosh I didn't even mention John Hurt??? JOHN HURT!!!!! he's really good actually, he sells the weariness excellently and brings the Doctor down a peg from All Awe-Inspiring Heroic Being to just some guy in a bad position. John Hurt also had two of my favourite lines, first mistaking Ten and Eleven for companions (they get younger all the time lol) and then when realising they're the Doctor: "You’re my future selves? Am I having a midlife crisis?"

the interaction between the three Doctors is often very good. Eleven about Ten's Tardis: "It’s his grunge phase. He grows out of it"

ANYWAY

we're nearly there folks!

[dollkichi]

QUESTIONS QUESTIONS AND ANGEL IS HERE FOR ANSWERS!! 💕 Alsoo how could you tell Kokichi was my favorite how did you knooww/silly in all honesty he was my first DR crush he makes me wanna fucking punt him!!!! (romantically) also also, yeah!!! I do YouTube for funises and I have videos on these 4!!! (Hayase has only gotten one because that one drained the life force out of me the pain of being a gachatuber is real....)

Angel originally wanted Roselyn to be the Ultimate Actress cause it fit her past a little more to me (Acting her way through life. Acting so she didn't get targeted next because her family has this wonderful little habit of absolutely slaughtering each other apparently- also Acting so she didn't get hurt for showing anything more than at least blank discontent, Acting to protect herself and her emotions from being flushed out so she wouldn't get eaten alive. The business world is harsh, after all.) and it helped develop her personality and the fact that she didn't really have one, at least she thought. I mean, in one-shot fics I've written, Kokichi was the only person to ever get under her skin where she shows actual personality, while the others usually saw her sweet and proper fake outside persona before chapter 1. Liars know liars I suppose~

But the Pediatrician talent came when my big bro figure suggested it, since Rose and some of her backstory (at least, her side of the bigger story) was based on Mikan (it still is, the actress talent was just a different way she handled it) and my friend said it suited her, and I guess I can see it? Taking care of kids because she wasn't taken care of. But I'm thinking of sticking with Actress since it made me super proud for my first ever DR OC to finally be fully fleshed out!!!

Sukoshi's Talent... she didn't know how she got it either. She was guessing it's cause she was constantly outcasted for one reason (whoring herself out) or another (having a son and being a single mother), or maybe because she was responsible for her family's death. Though she didn't mean to set their house on fire. They were already dead, why wouldn't they believe her? The second fire was her fault. But she didn't have a choice, she had to, lest she died in a house with residents that wouldn't cry nor care if she died.

Nothing was wrong with her. Sure, she talked to herself, but that's because she didn't have friends at school. She tried to make some, but she was either never acknowledged, and even if she did make any, they'd all distance themselves and leave her anyway. She didn't get it. Nothing was wrong with her, so why did they outcast her like this? Maybe she was crazy. That's why everyone hated her. So, she had her mind to keep her company. At least then she wouldn't feel judged with her friends in her head. They feel real, so it isn't harming anyone, right?...

She also pops up post V3 because she wasn't really supposed to be in any game? She was going to be a sort of OC in my head I fleshed out from a dream, but I decided to make a blog for her and here we are! She's thrown into the loop but she fights and kills for her family<3

Ai's whole thing is being stigmatized and stereotyped because she's a demon. Despite all of that, she was raised by a caring mom and and very sweet papa!!! She also made it out of her stepmom's house because Kaede was there she'd probably died otherwise- She wasn't broken down because her mom always taught her to see the best in people, so she tries that motto, sometimes, it gets her hurt, other times.. it actually works. So, she keeps trying no matter now bad it hurts her to do it. </3 Demons, and specifically Succubi aren't and were never treated well, usually either killed to cleanse the world of them, sometimes just ridiculed and judged, and in Ai's case, Used as sexual relief, whether they want it or not, only to either be cast aside or killed to keep their mouths shut. Most humans even HATE Succubi with a passion they'll become priests or demon hunters just to get rid of them, and other times a few judgemental glances, derogatory terms sometimes and whispering is enough to show how much people hate them.

Fun fact!!! All of the Kokichi ships other than Rose wasn't planned to happen at least mostly on my end I just went along and ended up loving them <33

Aaah I ended up rambling-- (｡Ŏ ᗜ Ŏ ̆ ｡) Sorry about that I'm very normal about my DR OCs (III╥_╥⁠)

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I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY. I’VE JUST BEEN SO BUSY AND TIRED.

YIPPEE!! THANK YOU FOR THE ANSWERS!!! Also don't worry about rambling, I love reading your asks! They're always such a delight 2 get :3

Oh my god, I used to love watching gachatubers as a kid. I never understood how to use the apps very well myself though. I have a couple friends who still use them and it amazes me what they can do with it!!

CRYING OVER THE REASONS GIVEN FOR BOTH OF ROSELYN’S TALENTS. SOBBING. ESPECIALLY “taking care of kids because she wasn’t taken care of” OH MY GOD THAT’S SO SAD. I’m sure whatever talent you give her will suit her, congrats on fully fleshing her out!! Always fun to finally figure out what you wanna do with your OC

Omg. Poor Sukoshi, the people around her failed her :((

Would totes be her friend. I am hoping she is much happier now post game!! That’s really cool that she came to you in a dream. If she wasn’t supposed to be in any game though, how does she get her talent? Don’t you need to attend the school to be given your ultimate title?

Oh yikes, doesn’t sound like it’s very safe for demons & succubi in your canon. I’m happy for her in the sense that what she went through didn’t break her down and she was able to continue going!! I love characters like that RAHHHH!!! What is Ai and Kaede’s relationship like? Are they close with eachother?

Sometimes unplanned ships are the best!! It’s fun when something isn’t planned between two characters and they end up just having the best chemistry :3

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@waynes-multiverse

This was so wonderful and a beautiful valentine treat!! You and @luci-in-trenchcoats and @zepskies are all out here inspiring me with these headcanon fics. 💗 Also I may have hyper-fixated and wrote a lot 😅, but these were all just so glorious ❤️

Dean

I really loved that for Dean you made it a thing that he "doesn't know how to be romantic." or that he believes that he "isn't romantic." Because it kinda fits that Dean doesn't understand that romance doesn't always have to be super big gestures but can be just giving someone your last bite of pie (HA) or just remembering the kind of coffee your significant other likes or lending a gentle ear when your significant other needs that. And I love that you highlight that the reader knows this, but Dean doesn't. That the reader can see those wonderful little things that Dean does for her and no other man ever has. Also so jealous because I want Dean to make me a mixtape 📼

But I love Dean's take on romance in his section: the chick flick, the fairy lights, the snacks, and the box of chocolates. It is very him and oh so perfect 😍

"Happy unattached-drifter-Christmas, sweetheart."

Soldier Boy

Aww yeah, here we go, our man is pulling out all the stops *rubbing hands together* 🤣 This one was so good, because yes, Ben knows what romance is supposed to look like, he just doesn't always put in the effort (I say it gently because I love this grumpy old man with my whole heart) LOL

But when he does- LOOK OUT LADIES 👀🔥

Everything you wrote for him is so perfect- "Of course" the lingerie and a dress that is his signature color, and the fancy resturant, the horse drawn carriage, the roses- All so on brand for him.

I loved:

He holds your hand in public and protectively guides you goddamn everywhere with a palm on the small of your back, showing you off like arm candy – the trophy wife. Sure, you could protest and critique his… traditional views. You’re not a fucking award he’s won for bad acting! But your cheeks flush furiously every single time he brags boisterously about you to anyone who will listen. And those who don’t listen are forced to listen. But you can’t deny it feels good to be so wanted, so desired.

Because we all know that man would one million percent be possessive of his woman and fall into that traditional view of a woman being a trophy, but oh my sweet baby corn sometimes the feminist inside of me kinda goes just a tad on hiatus 😂 And then when she comes back, she usually thinks that she can fix him lol

Beau Arlen

I still have not gotten to see Big Sky yet, but each time I see something for this beautiful "cowboy sheriff" I remind myself that I need to lol.

He doesn’t wait for D-Day either. Every day for thirteen days straight, there’s a little surprise waiting for you when you get home.

Oh goodness, I love the idea that he gets his girl something each day to make her feel "loved and wanted." That is just the sweetest thing in the whole world 😍

This day is all about his endless love for you. Honestly, the sheer amount of everything makes you even slightly uncomfortable. It might sound dumb, but how could you ever compete with that level of commitment?

This is exactly how I'd feel. I love the romance but at the same time I would literally feel like I've done absolutely nothing to deserve that and how can I make it up to him?

He’s moved, and it moves you. Because, after all, to you, there’s no bigger gift in this world than his smile.

I'm crying. I just thought you should know 😭

Russell Shaw

Out of all of these, I think that Russell's was my absolute favorite. (Ben I still love you, please don't take this the wrong way 😂)

But I loved everything about this one because the way you portrayed the reader.

All day long, you curse the greeting card companies and the poisonous claws of consumerism for making you care in the first place. You’re a strong, independent woman. You shouldn’t need a man to give you flowers, gifts, or attention to feel appreciated. Still…

If this isn't me every freaking year I don't know what is 🤣 Half price chocolate the day after is always the best thing about Valentine's Day lol

But I like that the reader was a little disappointed at the beginning even though she was trying not to be. It was very realistic and makes so much sense, especially because she's in a long distance relationship and watching all the couples around her getting showered in gifts.

Russell always leaves you wanting more… That can both be a good thing and a very bad one.

Love this for Russell, because I think it fits anyone who is in a relationship with him. He gets called away on a whim to do a crazy job that he can't really talk about. Of course he's always going to leave his significant other "wanting more."

“I can’t believe you’re here!” You surge forward into his strong arms so forcefully you almost tackle him to the ground, your hands slinging around his neck. If you could keep him caged there forever, you’d be fine with it. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” Russell says with a warm chuckle and claims your lips in a searingly passionate kiss that shows you just how much he’s certainly missed you too. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

AND HE SURPRISED HER?! I LOVE THIS!! 😍😍😍

Girl, all of these were perfect and fit each of these characters!!! But for the love of goodness all of these had me:

P.S. If there is still room of your taglist can you possibly please add me? You're such a wonderful writer! 🥹👉🏻👈🏻💗

Headcanon: Valentine's Day 💕

(Dean Winchester // Soldier Boy // Beau Arlen // Russell Shaw – Edition)

Prompt: How would your favorite men surprise you for Valentine's Day?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader // Soldier Boy x reader // Beau Arlen x reader // Russell Shaw x reader

Warnings: +18 for some language and spice, tons of fluff, a smidge of angst

A/N: Something sweet to sweep you off your feet for the most romantic day of the year 😉 Happy early Valentine's from me, my loves 💖 (And big thanks to the lovely, amazing @zepskies 💜 for starting this trend in the first place. It's addicting 😂🫶)

Dean:

Dean isn’t big on Valentine’s Day and romance. Not because he thinks it’s an unnecessary holiday invented by greeting card companies, but because he genuinely doesn’t know how to be romantic.

You’re aware of this and don’t care if he surprises you with a big gesture. Because truth is, Dean’s romantic when it comes to the little things.

You don’t care if he brings you flowers because he brings you your favorite take-out order when you so much as mention that you’re hungry.

You don’t care if he gets you a card because he gets up in the middle of the night and saunters all the way to kitchen to bring you a glass of water when you tell him you’re thirsty.

You don’t care if he gets you chocolate because he creates personal mixtapes for you with songs you said you liked during random drives.

He listens to you. He holds open doors for you. He protects you. He keeps you calm. He takes care of you when you’re injured. And he loves you with every fiber of his being.

So, really, you don’t care if he makes a big deal out of one random calendar day a year or not. It doesn’t prove his love for you – the little things do.

However, you’re still sweetly surprised (and moved to tears) when you find the Dean Cave dipped in the warm glow of fairy lights and candles.

He’s picked out your favorite chick-flick and your favorite snacks.

He opens his arms with a big, cheeky grin and invites you into his snuggly embrace on the couch.

There’s a box of chocolates on the coffee table, a few of them half eaten, and a note that reads: I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is. Be mine?

You smile and kiss his scruffy cheek. “Always.”

Flustered, he smiles, cheeks tinged pink, and kisses your crown. “Happy unattached-drifter-Christmas, sweetheart.”

Soldier Boy:

To say Ben’s old-school when it comes to romance would be an understatement. While the rest of the year his bedside manners leave much to desire, he strangely shines on Valentine’s.

Mostly, because he knows sex is a given on this holiest of holy days. No sickness or period can stop him.

If you accidentally died, you’re even sure he’d pull a full Weekend at Bernie’s and have a night out with your corpse.

First, he surprises you with a delicately wrapped gift on your bed: a tight-fitting, beautiful emerald evening gown and the matching lacy lingerie set.

Of course he got you underwear, even though he won’t mind if you don’t wear anything at all under that dress.

He then takes you out to the fanciest restaurant in the city, where he reserved a private room away from all the other commoners.

His attention is only on you.

He praises you all night long and gives compliments as if he's never done anything else his entire (long) life.

He orders the most expensive bottle of wine and the best steak and makes sure you know that it is.

He encourages you to play footsie under the table with him before he slips the heel off your foot, and your toes massage the growing bulge in his slacks.

He holds your hand in public and protectively guides you goddamn everywhere with a palm on the small of your back, showing you off like arm candy – the trophy wife.

Sure, you could protest and critique his… traditional views.

You’re not a fucking award he’s won for bad acting!

But your cheeks flush furiously every single time he brags boisterously about you to anyone who will listen. And those who don’t listen are forced to listen.

But you can’t deny it feels good to be so wanted, so desired.

When you come home at the end of the night (with a fucking horse-drawn carriage no less), Ben can barely keep his large hands from roaming your curves. You know he expects his reward now for being the best possible lover ever.

On the kitchen island, you also find a huge bouquet of red roses waiting for you. You can barely appreciate its beauty before the zipper in the back of your dress slides open. Well… rips open.

Between the thorny stems, there’s a card attached, too. It doesn’t read “Be Mine,” however.

Nope, it says, “You are mine.”

And you know he fucking means it.

Beau Arlen:

Your favorite cowboy sheriff will pull out all the stops as soon as the calendar on his desk reads February.

He doesn’t wait for D-Day either. Every day for thirteen days straight, there’s a little surprise waiting for you when you get home.

Your favorite flowers, your favorite meal, your favorite movie, a framed picture of you and him from your first vacation together, a necklace you saw in an antique store you mentioned in passing…

Some might say he’s a little overcompensating.

But Beau has made mistakes in his past, especially on the relationship front, and will be damned if he hasn’t learned from them.

So, he will make sure you feel wanted and loved till the day he dies, even though you keep repeatedly telling him he doesn’t need to make a fuss about Valentine’s Day.

Really, you’re good with picked flowers from the garden.

But Beau’s stubborn and won’t be discouraged. The southern gentlemanliness is rooted deep within his heart and soul.

This day is all about his endless love for you.

Honestly, the sheer amount of everything makes you even slightly uncomfortable. It might sound dumb, but how could you ever compete with that level of commitment?

There ain’t enough blow jobs in this world to make up for his devotion to you.

But on the big day itself, you are actually the one who surprises him with a romantic weekend trip to a cabin in the mountains and excellent fishing spots close by.

You know the biggest gift you could give him is some peace and quiet, time for himself, and a listening ear because he will surely talk the entire time about God and the world while you’re stuck on a boat with him.

But on the night itself, when you give him your gift, he’s actually speechless. Tears brim in his green eyes because you thought of him.

He’s moved, and it moves you.

Because, after all, to you, there’s no bigger gift in this world than his smile.

Russell Shaw:

You don’t expect much when Valentine’s Day looms in the distance. In fact, you don’t expect anything at all.

You’ve only been dating Russell for a couple of months now, and you barely ever see him. Your time together mostly consists of text messages, late night phone calls, and the occasional video chats.

You know his job is complicated. You know he can’t be around as much, even though you direly wish he could.

On the morning of the dreaded day, you receive a simple text message:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart! I’ll call you later!”

You hate to admit it, but you feel a little disappointed – disenchanted even. You don’t want to make a big deal out of it because it’s a stupid, unimportant almost-holiday.

All day long, you curse the greeting card companies and the poisonous claws of consumerism for making you care in the first place.

You’re a strong, independent woman. You shouldn’t need a man to give you flowers, gifts, or attention to feel appreciated.

Still…

As you park in the driveway after a long day at work where you watched your colleagues fawn over the bouquets they received from their partners, you feel disheartened when you still haven’t even gotten your promised phone call.

Russell always leaves you wanting more… That can both be a good thing and a very bad one.

But as you close the car door, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You all too keenly pull it out and pick up, almost dropping it because your hands are jittering with excitement at this point and your heart is pounding furiously.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Russell greets you on the other end, the deep timbres of his voice sending immediate shivers down your spine. “You home yet?”

All your worries and sorrows are instantly forgotten when you hear the big smile on his freckled face that he’s surely carrying.

He’s worth it, you remind yourself, even when it’s not easy. Life is not always rainbows and butterflies.

“Uh, almost. Unlocking the front door as we speak,” you tell him.

“Sorry I couldn’t call you sooner. Was stuck on a plane. Long flight,” he says mysteriously. You don’t even ask at this point. You know he can’t tell you.

“No worries. I was busy, anyways,” you lie and hope he buys your nonchalance. “Anywhere interesting you are now?”

“You could say that, yeah…”

“Well, if you hold on a second, I’ll slip out of those clothes and make your evening even more interesting with some pictures,” you tease flirtatiously and push the door open to your dark apartment.

The light switches on by itself, though. You blink in surprise before the phone falls out of your hand when Russell beams broadly at you.

“As much as I love getting your dirty little photos, I think I prefer the real thing tonight,” he says slyly.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” You surge forward into his strong arms so forcefully you almost tackle him to the ground, your hands slinging around his neck. If you could keep him caged there forever, you’d be fine with it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” Russell says with a warm chuckle and claims your lips in a searingly passionate kiss that shows you just how much he’s certainly missed you too. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Hope you enjoyed these little snippets, friends! Do you agree with these? 😉

I legit stole Dean's half-eaten box of chocolate and the Forrest Gump note from another fic of mine. I couldn't resist. I can totally see him doing something silly and cute like that 😂

Happy Valentine's 💕

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@syrma-sensei @perpetualabsurdity @deans-baby-momma @yoobusgoobus @jessjad

@hunter-or-the-hunted @k-slla @just-levyy @mrsjenniferwinchester @illicithallways

@muhahaha303 @ultimatecin73 @nancymcl @leigh70 @brightlilith

@nesnejwritings @samslvrgirl @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx @fromcaintodean @barewithme02

@thebiggerbear @star-yawnznn @thej2report @spnaquakingdom

Other lists that apply: @snowayumi @deans-baby-momma @corruptedcruiser

[aeternxm-aa]

@gloryundimmed asked: ( unprompted | always accepting! )

Their relationship was off to a rocky start, that was for sure. After feeling like Takeshi rejected the real him, he wasn't quick to deepen their bond. It was sort of ironic that Valentine's Day came only about a week after they started dating since they weren't exactly on "lovey dovey" terms.

Yet something ate at Kai. Takeshi was the first boyfriend he ever had, and even though it wasn't a normal, stable relationship, he'd be damned if he let the one holiday pass where you were supposed to celebrate your partner. He didn't know how long they would be together, and he was still hurt, but it would be sort of vile of him not to do anything. That was all the thinking he needed to do.

On the evening of Valentine's Day, he appeared at Takeshi's door with a single rose. It wasn't much, but it was something. He was trying.

"Hey. Um... Happy Valentine's Day. Can I come in?"

valentine's day - always been a weird concept to him, yanno? a specific day of the year for people to celebrate their partners ; sure, it sounds cute an' all that, but takeshi just can't wrap his head around why that shit was limited to a single day. he's of the mindset that everyday should be like that, yeah? if you've got someone waitin' around for valentine's because that's the only day of the year that you're making an effort? shit -- something must be wrong.

still, it feels a little different now that he's actually got a boyfriend. feels like he should be doing more, feels like he should reach out to kai and at least do something -- even if it's just a text. but he doesn't ; not because he doesn't want to, but because he'd been so busy that he hadn't even gotten the chance to look at his phone, let alone call kai.

to be fair - kai could've fuckin' called him too.

he's fresh out the shower when there's a knock at his door, towel tossed off to the side somewhere for him to worry about later. takeshi hardly expects kai to be there, but there's this dumb, warm an' fuzzy feeling he gets when he does see his boyfriend standing at his door, with a rose at that. shit, now takeshi just feels bad that he hadn't done anything.

hell, even if he did - a flower is fuckin' romantic, more than takeshi's ever gotten before. how the hell was he gonna top that? there's a pause as takeshi looks kai over, his shocked expression slowly turning into something a bit more... flustered, a rarity for takeshi, that much was for certain.

❝ i... ❞ when words fail him, takeshi decides to grab kai by the arm, tugging him past the threshold of takeshi's tiny apartment. the blond is mindful of the rose, takes great care in avoiding it as he pulls kai in for a kiss so unlike others that they've shared before. there's no urgency, no overwhelming intensity and this desperate need to cause pain. it's just a kiss, short and sweet and so very unlike the two of them. tenderness was such a foreign concept that takeshi doesn't quite know how to feel about it - but with kai? well, it's not that bad.

❝ was just about to order some take out... you gonna stay for food? ❞

[greaseonmymouth]

🍉 🍒 :D

🍉 Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why?

both! I think I do prefer shorter standalones, and with the exception of this year which is dominated by one novel length wip, the past five ish years or so that's what I've been doing. shorter fics that I can crank out in a week or less in between all the other stuff I'm filling my time with. not to imply those fics are 'lesser', just that I write for fun and in recent years that fun has primarily taken the shape of short fics when inspiration strikes.

🍒 What’s your favourite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

*looks at body of work* I suppose the evidence speaks for itself. I like writing friends-to-lovers or established relationship, for ships where the characters are deeply committed to each other. that doesn't necessarily mean their relationship is uncomplicated, just that I want to dig into the way they are with each other and delight in it. I mean, nobody in their right mind would call Daniel Larusso/Johnny Lawrence uncomplicated, it's unhinged even at the best of times, but platonic or not they are deeply committed to whatever the fuck it is they've got going on between them. Duncan/Jimmy isn't uncomplicated either, but they are committed to the partnership they've struck up over the years. Caius/Al my beloved <3 you could say they are enemies-to-lovers or enemies-to-something, but I think that is a lie, I think they are friends, and they are ride-or-die for each other from the get-go. Danny/Rusty are probably my oldest OTP as I've been obsessed with them since the Ocean's 11 reboot movies came out (I haven't seen the original and I don't care) and listen, they invented drift compatibility before we had a word for it. uncomplicated? hell no. committed? hell yes. I have only written one fic for them but still. and then of course. Carl/Assad. definitely not uncomplicated. committed? what else *would* you call it? I rewatched Journal 64 the other day because of course, and even with the shipping goggles off you have on one hand Assad desperate to get Carl to admit their partnership means something (anything, at all) and on the other hand you have Carl so upset and traumatised that Assad is leaving their partnership that he tries to push him away first, and in the background you have Rose saying things like 'he's only upset because you're getting divorced'. (fantastic Danish word that, 'skilles', which can mean split apart, separate, divorce depending on context, and grammatically the way she is using it it can only really mean divorce. I need to lie down.) you know how we talk about Venom being a romance movie because Eddie and Venom's plotline follows classic romance beats? yeah so does Journal 64. the resolution is of course, a recommitment.

so yeah. dynamic of all time. complicated commitments. with a big helping of romance on top.

fruity ask meme

[thewertsearch]

CEB: wait… CEB: are you saying that vriska is interested in me? CEB: like, romantically?

I think she thinks she likes you, the same way she thought she liked Tavros. In her eyes, you're a potential replacement for him, which is a dangerous position to be in.

In short: yes. But watch out!

CTG: do you like her CEB: well, like i said, i thought she was pretty cool… CEB: kinda bossy! but also pretty friendly. CTG: yeah ok CTG: but i mean CTG: anything more than that CTG: like CTG: if earth wasnt destroyed and she werent in some other universe on a planet full of unspeakable frothing dipshits CTG: and she was on earth visiting your town or something CTG: would you want to ask her to go see one of your dumbass movies

Dave is actually helping John talk through his feelings, which is sweet as all hell. His instincts around this are surprisingly good, too - it probably would help John to separate his feelings about Vriska from his current situation.

Try to divorce yourself from the session, just for a second. You're not John the Player - you're John the teenager, and a girl likes you.

What do you think about her?

CEB: i don't think i have ever actually liked a girl before in that way, so i am not really sure what i am supposed to feel or do…

Grew up in a small town in Suburbia, USA.

Raised by a single father who struggles to relate to him.

No extended family to speak of, unless you count the ecto-sister he learned about an hour ago.

Has a social circle consisting of three online besties, and never mentions any IRL friends.

Uses stilted phrases like 'not a homosexual', and is so confused by his own feelings that he can't identify a crush.

John Egbert is a very sheltered kid, is what I'm getting at. I wouldn't be surprised if Karkat and Vriska were the first people who ever had crushes on him. This is all completely new to John, and I don't think has the slightest idea how he's supposed to respond.

Dad's great, but if John asked him for relationship advice, he'd tell his son to get a decent aftershave and a well-pressed suit. He's flying blind, and things will only get more complicated from here on in.

CTG: did one of the human ladies reject you ?CG: OF COURSE NOT. CTG: how did it go did you stand in a quadrant like you were playing four square CTG: holding a bucket full of flowers or slime or whatever and jade was like no thanks bro

I mean, he might have started with John, but he seems to hate Jade quite a lot, too.

We now know this was after his confession to John. Maybe it was a rebound?

CTG: or maybe it was a guy who rejected you ?CG: FUCK OFF. CTG: haha wow bingo CTG: see how i look right now thats a poker face might want to take some notes ?CG: I SEE NOTHING BUT A COWARD BEHIND DARK EYEWEAR CLEARLY DESIGNED FOR WOMEN AND A PAIR OF IMPUDENT LIPS PURSED SO TIGHT IT'LL SOUND LIKE AIR SQUEALING OUT OF A BALLOON WHEN I PUNCH YOU IN THE GUT.

Pursed lips?

Karkat. No, Karkat, look at me. Do you have a little crush on all the human kids?

You do, don't you. Oh my god, you do. Just stay away from Rose, or Kanaya will chainsaw you in half.

?CG: AND JOHN, PURELY HYPOTHETICALLY, IF ONE OF US IN THE FUTURE DOES MAKE SOME SORT OF SOLICITATION YOU DON'T QUITE UNDERSTAND… ?CG: BECAUSE OF PERHAPS SOME CULTURAL DIFFERENCES ?CG: I MEAN NO ONE IN PARTICULAR HERE ?CG: MAYBE TRY TO UNDERSTAND THAT PERSON MIGHT NOT BE THINKING TOO CLEARLY AT THAT MOMENT

Karkat, you're killing me here. I'm dying. You don't get any Boondollars from killing a liveblogger, Karkat.

[cursedcola]

Prompt: What would they do to celebrate your birthday?

Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Octavinelle, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You’re here: Heartslabyul!

A/N: Hey everyone. I know I have requests backed up to the nines but was my birthday and I need some comfort teehee (I am also SO mad that twst doesn’t have a thing for the MCs birthday >:( ). Some are longer than others because the inspiration train hit, but I really don't care. I love me my boys, what can I say? I hope you guys can read this for your birthdays and be happy :)

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle arranges a private celebration. Likely requests permission to bring a small table with chairs into his bedroom. Then decorates it to seat dinner for two. White lace tablecloth, single red rose in a vase, candles, etc.

Asks Trey to bake your favorite desert because he does not trust himself to mess it up. He did make a few attempts but they did not come out as edible. As much as Riddle wants you to enjoy something he made, he also does not want to be charged for murder.

The celebration is a surprise. He does not act as if he forgot your birthday, but he does enjoy some light teasing. Purposefully letting you know about the 'surprise,' and reminding you to remain patient. It’s quite sinful how much he enjoys toying with your feelings. Like a an unlocked achievement, your restlessness is like giving him a taste of a forbidden sweet. He wants more…yet it is only pleasurable on special occasions.

He asks you to show up to his room dressed in formal attire. He wears a white suit with his best cufflinks. When you arrive the room is dark save for the lit candles, and he takes the special occasion to bend the dorm rules. Eating after dark and having his romantic partner in his bedroom? How scandalous.

Gifts you something practical: a study guide. After you whine for a moment he'll quit being a sadist and instead gifts you a rose brooch. Still practical, and shows that you belong to him hehe

"Happy Birthday, my precious rose. Do not tell anyone I said this but...I would be a shell if not for you. I hope to one day repay this debt of happiness, if you will have me,"

Trey Clover

Trey would not arrange a party of his own. Something tells him that you will be celebrating all throughout the day. If he demanded your attention all for himself, would it even happen? Unlikely.

Trey leaves the celebration to everyone else. He allows them to tire you out and for you to feel special. When all is said and done, he'll walk you home but swing by his dormitory to pick up something 'special'.

He brings out a wicker basket, and inside is full of handmade sweets. You had already eaten treats with everyone else, but these are a Trey special. Little candies that will last you weeks if Grimm doesn't sink his paws into them first.

At the bottom of the basket is a dental hygiene kit. Yeah...he's not the best at romance but is trying.

"It's bad, isn't it? I knew I should have went with jewelry. I'm so sorry, but you can still use it right? You're supposed to change your toothbrush every two months...I'm doing it again, I know. Happy Birthday,"

Cater Diamond

Cater arranges for an all-out birthday extravaganza! Nothing is too good for you and he will be making sure that you have the best day imaginable

Which means that you will be spending it with him alone, teehee. You are cutting class whether you want to or not. Grimm is being left at home and Cater is taking you out to have some fun. First you will go to one of his favorite cafes, and then afterwards the world is in your hands. He'll take you anywhere, just say the word

He takes plenty of pictures, and posts them to his social media regardless of it being proof that you are cutting class. He documents every place you both stop, and if you seem to like something then he buys it. Simple. He just wants you to have a good time and be happy.

Despite his detest for sweets, he takes you to get a birthday treat. Begrudgingly taking a bite of the cake but only if you agree to feed it to him. He gets permission to light a sparkler on top of the treat, and snaps a photo of your face watching it burn out. That one he doesn't post, and instead keeps as his lockscreen.

He gifts you a cellphone strap, and at the end is one-half of a pair of dice. To make a point, he cheekily lifts his own phone to your face to show the matching strap attached.

"Nee~ Did you have fun? Much better than being dragged around boring lectures, right? If only I could have you to myself like this every day...Happy Birthday!"

Ace Trappola

One-third of team "Oh Shit I forgot,". Other members are pretty obvious but will be clarified soon.

Yes, Ace forgot about your birthday. In his defense, you did not mention it at all and he is known for being a ditz on "occasion". He scrambles to come up with a celebration the day of and utterly fails. Luckily other students had plans that he was able to piggyback on.

Yet...he does get a bit jealous. Since he planned nothing special, he had to share your attention with everyone else. As your boyfriend, he should be the one spending the most time with you. Since your family is in another world, he is the closest to your kin and demands his superiority to be recognized.

Which...backfires in his face. He thought it would be funny to shove your face into the cake after blowing out the candles. Why? I don't know, ask him yourself. Yet now he is been banished from the party room and your pictures are ruined.

He feels bad, yet not enough to apologize verbally. Ace waits out the night, and the next day shows up at your dorm in the morning with his show-magic kit in hand.

Since he didn't get you a present, why not put on a show? While you eat breakfast with the Ramshackle ghosts, Ace entertains you with flashy card tricks and puns.

"Ah...that's good. You're not mad at me anymore. Huh?! You are?! Putting all this together wasn't easy y'know!...yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. It's a bit late, but Happy Birthday,"

Deuce Spade

We have hit two-thirds of team, "Oh Shit I forgot,".

This is entirely out of Deuce's character. If his mother found out that he forgot his partner's birthday, he would be strung up and left to hang with the crows. You see, Deuce thought your birthday was the week prior. Which means he set everything up much earlier than needed.

He wanted to act on impulse and whisk you away to visit his home. He did, really. Yet that is not what a proper student would do and he doubts that you would appreciate the spontaneity. So, what's he do?

Calls his mom, of course. Asks her for advice on what to do, or more specifically, "Mom, please tell me how to not mess this up I don't know what I'm doing anymore-"

He keeps it simple. A treat and a present. Yet...his inner Deuce gets the better of him and he decides to decorate Ramshackle with streamers while you are asleep.

Nothing makes him more ashamed than getting chewed out by ghosts. Not only did he make a mess, but it wasn't even your birthday!

Shyly, he pulls out the treat and present from behind his back. It's nothing much, really. Just a pair of gloves for the winter. He's no good at picking gifts and went for practicality.

Yet despite the scolding he received, your smiling face makes him willing to do it all again.

"I'm sorry for botching everything, but I want you to know how much I appreciate you! Happy Birthday!"

[jayfortheday]

Your Vance Hopper one shots are single-handedly fueling my obsession with that movie, so I thought I’d request a one shot (or head canons, you pick) where he’s been dating the reader for a while and he finds out that they are really into crystals and witchy stuff.

If you don’t get around to it, that’s totally cool though :)

Ghosts And Junk (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 591

Description: After six months of dating, Vance discovers one of Y/N's obsessions, witchcraft

Tags: fluffy

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Vance sat in your living room, watching you wander around, looking for something. 

“Can I help? Whatcha lookin’ for?” He asked, his eyes following your movements. 

“I mean, you can try,” you sighed. “It’s a little rock, it’s kinda like a clear orangish color, I think?” You lifted the piles of magazines on the coffee table and looked under the cabinets by the TV. 

“Is it this?” Vance asked, holding up a small stone. 

“Yes!” You cried out, running over to him. “Where did you find it?”

“It was between the couch cushions, idiot,” he laughed, placing the crystal in your hand. “What is it anyway?”

“It’s a piece of citrine, I just got it like a week ago,” you explained, dusting off the stone. “My sister was probably playing with it, it’s not supposed to leave my room. I’m gonna put it back.”

You started to walk towards your room and you heard Vance follow you. You pushed open the door and walked over to a table on the other side of the room. 

“Woah,” Vance whispered as he looked around your room. He had never been in there before, you two usually spent time outside or at his house. The room was painted a standard white, but the walls were covered with ornate tapestries and plants were on almost every surface. On the table you stood in front of were more of the crystals. The table itself was draped in a piece of colorful fabric and topped with multiple rocks and small trinkets. 

“What’s all this stuff for?” Vance asked, stepping forward to examine your space more. “You secretly a witch or something?” He smiled at his own joke. You shrugged your shoulders.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said, still attending to organizing your crystals. Vance’s eyes narrowed. “Huh?” He didn’t quite understand what you were saying. 

“It’s a little hobby of mine,” you explained. “Crystals, and plants, all just parts of the Earth and it’s energy I really enjoy.” Vance still wasn’t quite getting it. 

“Each of these crystals does it’s own things. Like this citrine I got, it holds the energy of the sun and it’s supposed to bring you happiness.” Vance picked up the piece and examined it. 

“If you say so,” he said nonchalantly. He put it back down in his best approximation of the place he got it from. 

“Aren’t witches supposed to be about, like, ghosts and junk?” He asked, leaning back and sitting on your bed. You giggled a little. 

“That’s not really my forte, but I suppose they could be,” you said, flattening out the cloth over your table and going over to sit next to Vance. “If it’s that weird to you, just think of it like I really like colorful rocks and plants.”

“It’s not weird, really. Just never heard of it before,” Vance said, running his fingers through his hair. “You gonna curse me if we ever break up?” He laughed, leaning back on the bed. “Not that I’m planning on it.”

“Yeah, totally, the only reason I’m seeing you is to have an excuse to curse you,” you joked back, laughing. 

“I can’t say it’s not working though,” you said, standing up and working back over to your table. Vance hummed curiously. You picked up a pink rock and held it up for him to see.

“I got this piece of rose quartz about a week before we met.”

“What’s that one do?” He asked, cocking his head to look at it. 

“It promotes love.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! I haven't really messed around with crystals, so I had to do some research into meanings and stuff, so sorry if any are incorrect, hope it doesn't ruin the story too much

I also watched the movie again today and it is still amazing every time. I gotta say, the scene in Gwen's dream where Vance is in the cop car and just looking around, he looks so pretty, he got no right to be that beautiful

[unagrancantidaddepanes]

hello !!!!!!! sorry i didnt explain much i didnt realise pearl having a love obsession (??? i dont remember what its called exactly) wasnt a common interpretation, im saying this as someone who has personally experienced this and personally saw her as having some behaviours i displayed when i was going through this, it basically means that you have some kind of trauma and as a reaction to that you develop an obsession with someone your in love with, like you become absolutely fixated on them to an unhealthy agree, pearl was completely devoted to rose, which can be sweet and healthy but to me it seemed like the sheer level of devotion pearl had to rose was due to trauma of being objectified and constantly talked down to on homeworld. she started falling in love when pink diamond/rose was the first person to treat with respect and as a real, valuable person, which can be a cute and healthy love story !!! just due to the obsessive ways pearl behaves after this i feel like because of the way shes been mistreated in the past it seems like she really latched onto rose, partly due to genuine love and partly as a trauma response.

also i assumed she was probably 'programmed' in some way when being made to be completely devoted to the diamond she was serving, like she was literally designed that way or something, kind of like the way that children are instinctually attached to their parents to some extent. i dont think this is the whole reason shes in love with her, but its what i assumed was the reason that she was SO devoted and attached to her. I know this isnt every persons interpretation, but its just how i saw it as someone whos experienced that. its not that i think shes in love with rose soley because of how she was made and her past of being objectified, but i do think it changed the way that she loved her, growing so much devotion that she develops obsessive tendancies and even becomes self sacrificial.

for example especially in season 1, sometimes when she talks about rose she seems agitated like making anxious expressions and shaking ect, its just the way she talks and behaves around her and when talking about her, like constantly being desperate for her attention and doing anything to impress her, and the way that she puts her on this pedestal and completely idealizes her, the way that she is fulling willing to die for her without hesitation like she teaches connie in sworn to the sword, honestly i think she (at least for a lot of the show) was still in the mindset of being below pink diamond/rose. also, back the fact she is willing to die for rose without even hesitation (at least in that point of the show). i honestly dont know how that could be interpreted as healthy love, it is my personal interpretation that she developed obsessive tendacies about rose, and everyone else is entitled to their own interpretations, but i honestly do not know how anyone could possibly explain the way she acts about rose in sworn to the sword specifically as just healthy love towards someone. maybe some people see it that way but i just genuinlly dont understand how anyone could, honestly id be happy for anyone who does maybe think this to explain why because im genuinly curious.

basically the "level of devotion" i was talking about was referring to my personal interpretation of how pearl acts and feels about rose and why, also im a bit confused by what u said at the end but for clarification yeah rose is absolutely not suppose to reciprocate (what i see as) pearls obsession towards her, this kind of obsession is super unhealthy and is rooted in deeper issues like trauma, not love.

btw, with roses side of this relationship, she did some really bad things to pearl, like forcefully making it so that shes never be able to talk about what happened in a single pale rose, which i am pissed at her for, but generally in the relationship (weather it was platonic, romantic or otherwise) i think rose was just super niave. like she just genuinlly didnt understand that pearl was in love with her, and if she loved her back i dont think she understood that either, her whole arc with greg was about her not understanding love, so i think its kind of unfair for people to expect her to be able to recognise love in other people (like pearl) when she cant even recognise it herself and barely understood what love even is, at least before and at the beginning of her and gregs relationship

anyways its cool if u disagree, a lot of people interpret pearl and roses relationship in a lot of different ways so if you wanna ask anything or explain how u see it pls feel free !!!!! id actually really like to hear other interpretations if u (or anyone else) wanted to share

ok just before i post i just found the names of 2 conditions that r based on obsessive love, limerence and obsessive love disorder if anyone wanted to look into it more :) i didnt know there were multiple so there may also be more that im not aware of

PearlRose I would argue isn't one-sided at all. Rose is just shit terrible at communicating and assumes everyone is cool with her being polyarmorous. Her and Pearl are still very much involved when she's falling head over heels for Greg and getting serious with him. We've seen how Pearl is without Rose, I'm pretty sure Pearl would've been an even bigger wreck if Rose had actually broken up with her.

no i know however the sheer level of devotion pearl had for rose wasn't reciprocated at least the way pearl felt it (important) so thats why i said not completely

[moonhoures]

first love part 0.5

pairing: soobin (txt) + reader (fem.)

genre: non-idol!au, college!au, fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: no smut in this part!

word count: ~3.9K

synopsis: this is the fluff-filled first date (and kiss) of our first love couple 🫶🏻

a/n: technically, you don’t have to read part 1 to read this, but some stuff from part 1 is referenced here

posted: january 28, 2022

haven’t read the first love series? you can catch up here

Saturday came quicker than you had anticipated. Sooyoung laid on her stomach, on her bed, watching you fondly try on outfits the hour before the time Soobin was supposed to pick you up. You had to have tried on at least ten different combinations of clothes before settling on a casual, sky blue dress. You matched it with white heels and a white clutch. You kept your jewelry, make up, and hair simple. When you were done, you looked yourself over for any blemishes. Only ten more minutes left until seven.

“Do I look too . . . bland?” you asked your best friend, turning to see her roll her eyes.

“You look beautiful. May I remind you, this is Soobin you’re dating. He’s seen you in sweats and no make up—multiple times, in fact.”

“You’re right. But we’re not ‘dating’, just going on a date.”

“Well, you want to go on more dates with him, don’t you?” she quirked her brow knowingly.

“Yes,” you admitted.

Your conversation was cut short when your phone buzzed on your bed. Sooyoung’s eyes darted to the device just as quickly as yours did. She squealed happily, “Is it him?”

You practically ran to grab your phone, a notification with his name on your lockscreen, “Yeah.”

soobin: hey, i know i’m early, but i’m outside whenever you’re ready. no rush, though! i understand if you’re not ready yet 😅

“He’s here.”

“He’s early,” Sooyoung smiled, moving to sit at the edge of her bed, “See? He’s so excited for your date. How much do you wanna bet he brought you flowers?”

“I’m sure he didn’t get me flowers,” you laughed.

“I bet he did. Soobin strikes me as a romantic guy, y’know.”

“Well, Mr. Romantic is waiting for me, so I’ll be on my way,” you grinned, oblivious to the flushing of your cheeks as you grabbed your purse, “You’ll be up when I get back?”

“Of course! I’m expecting a podcast’s worth of storytelling when you get home,” Sooyoung scoffed, “Text me if anything goes South!”

You shut your dorm room door behind you, nerves buzzing as you made your way downstairs. You got looks from other residents in passing, but they didn’t bother you. Perhaps you were too caught up in your own thoughts. You wondered how Soobin would react to seeing you so dolled up. You couldn’t recall a time you had dressed so fancy in his presence. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait much longer.

You paused in your stride when you first realized it was drizzling outside. Why hadn’t you thought to check the weather forecast? You had no umbrella with you. The dormitory did have an awning big enough to shield the two of you in the entrance for now. However, you were in luck. Because you then caught sight of Soobin before he did you. He stood just outside the door, under the awning.

He was dressed in dark jeans, a white shirt, and a black coat. He looked unbelievably handsome. More importantly, he had a large, black umbrella by his side. When he turned towards the building, you also spotted a single, white rose with the stem wrapped in cellophane and a ribbon clutched in his other hand. He did get me flowers, you thought with a heavy heart. Well, not flowers, but a flower. Your heart was still sinking nonetheless.

The sound of the door opening overpowered the sound of the weak rain, making you gulp when you looked up to see Soobin’s eyes on you. He drank in the sight of you, dressed to the nines . . . just for him. His palms became sweaty when he realized he had been staring at you for so long without speaking. His voice cracked when he finally opened his mouth.

“You-,” he cleared his throat nervously, “Uh, you look gorgeous, ______. I mean, you normally look pretty, but now you look . . . You look great.”

Your shoulders felt like weights had dropped off of them. That’s when you realized you had been holding your breath subconsciously. A glossy smile lit up your face as you asked, “Really?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, eyes as soft as fresh snow. He chuckled, glancing down at his own outfit, “I feel like I underdressed a bit.”

“No. No, you look really handsome. Honestly, I was stunned when I saw you waiting out here. I thought a model had walked onto campus,” you laughed softly, looking up at him through your lashes—making his heart wrench. If he could console the fast-beating organ, he would. It seemed to be running a marathon in the confines of his ribcage.

Soobin smiled sheepishly, his dimples deepening—making you inwardly swoon. His hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck, unsure of what to say after such a compliment. It was then he remembered the flower in his grip. He held it out to you, “This is for you. I hope you’re not allergic or anything.”

You shook your head, accepting it, “No, I love flowers. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he paused, and after a moment of deliberation, he figured it was time to get going, “Uh, my car is just down the block. Our reservation is in twenty minutes, so . . .”

“Oh, yeah,” you waited for him to open the umbrella before following his lead, walking close to him down the sidewalk so that you were both protected from the weather. He noticed that in your heels, it was harder for you to keep up with the strides of his long legs, so he focused on walking slower to make it easier on you. He also focused on the sidewalk ahead, worried that if he looked at you he wouldn’t be able to pay attention. After all, he was a gentle giant, but more importantly, a clumsy one. Poor sap would stumble over his own feet if he looked at you for longer than three seconds.

Fortunately, the two of you made it to his car with minimal awkward conversation and stumbling. He made sure to parallel park so that the passenger side was facing the sidewalk instead of the street. And as the gentleman he was, he opened the door for you, closing it once you were seated. In the few seconds it took him to get to the driver’s side, you took deep breaths in attempt to steady your heart rate. What’s gotten into me? you thought. I’ve been on plenty of first dates. Why is this one making me so nervous?

Soobin got into the car, turning on the A/C to a comfortable temperature as soon as the car turned on. The vehicle roared to life softly, a random radio station playing. The DJ was talking about today’s events quietly while Soobin pulled out of the parking spot and into the street.

The first few minutes of the ride were spent in awkward silence while the two of you tried to come up with conversation starters. Your fingers made themselves busy twirling the ribbon on your flower. The abrupt sound of Soobin clearing his throat startled you and caused you to look up at him expectantly.

“So, how did your professor like your song? The one you and Yeonjun were working on?” he asked, eyes glued to the road ahead of him.

“Oh, he loved it!” you smiled, recalling yesterday when you and Yeonjun had handed in your finished copy of the lyrics, “Yeah, he had no changes or anything. He said he was looking forward to seeing our next project.”

Soobin nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip.

“What about you? Has your Arts Appreciation professor been annoying you?” you teased, watching his dimple reappear as his smile widened.

“Not me specifically, but he did keep the class for, like, ten minutes past the dismissal time yesterday. Then he blamed it on us for not interrupting the lesson to tell him,” he chuckled.

You scoffed, commenting that that seemed like a typical, strict professor. The two of you kept lighthearted conversations going until you arrived at the restaurant. It was a nice place that you had never been to before. Soobin had told you through text that it was a pretty simple (but elegant) establishment. He didn’t mention it to you, but his sister and her husband had gone on a date here and raved about it, so he wanted to take you.

He told you to wait in your seat while he went around to open the door for you, closing and locking it before leading you inside the restaurant. It was like a place you’d seen in modern romantic movies. The dim lighting and candles in the center of the tables, red rose petals sprinkled around them. Suddenly you were the one who felt underdressed.

Soobin notified the hostess of your reservation, and she politely instructed the two of you to follow her to a two-seater table that was towards the back of the restaurant, nestled closely to the wall. Soobin let you pick your seat so he could take the opposite one, thanking the hostess as she placed the menus down and bid you a good meal.

Your eyes looked up at the large painting overlooking your table. You didn’t know much about art, but you could tell the style was European. It depicted a young male and female sitting closely together on a swing in a forest.

“That’s Le Printemps by Pierre-Auguste Cot,” Soobin said, noticing your admiration for the painting. You looked to him just as he glanced up at it, then back at you. He smiled shyly, “I learned about it in my Arts Appreciation class.”

You felt your insides warming, “What else do you know about it?”

“Not much,” he admitted, inconspicuously wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans under the table, “Uh, it depicts young love, and it’s displayed at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.”

You smiled softly, but before you could reply, the waiter arrived to take your drink order. When he walked away, your eyes caught on another art piece hanging across the room. It was more funky looking than the one over your table, but it still held a romantic sentiment to it. A colorful, wavy piece of art; in the center was a male figure floating around to kiss a female figure in what looked like a kitchen.

“Do you know anything about that one?” you asked Soobin, pulling his attention over to it. Before he could reply, the waiter dropped off your drinks and took your food order. But as soon as he was gone again, Soobin was grinning lightly at the artwork you pointed out.

“Yes! I forgot the name, but it’s by a Russian artist . . . Marc Chagall, I believe. He painted it as a gift for his wife’s birthday shortly before they were married.“

You listened intently, resting your chin in your hand as you watched the candle between you cast a bright light in his eyes. He was so unaware of how beautiful he looked. Your brows raised when he glanced back over at you, “They look very in love.”

He nodded, turning his attention fully back to you, “My professor said the artist painted himself that way to resemble the way he felt about her. His love for her was so grand it made him feel like he was floating.”

A thickness grew in Soobin’s throat as he noticed the intensity in which you were staring at him, like he was the only person in the room. It made his finally-calming heart erupt again. Just then, the waiter arrived with the silverware and napkins, cutting the tension before it grew to be too much.

The two of you enjoyed the rest of your dinner, swapping short, light-hearted stories from childhood, puberty, high school, and college. You learned that Soobin had originally set on being an English major, but changed his mind before applying to the university you attended now. You couldn’t be more thankful for a decision. You don’t know what kind of person you would have been if you never met him.

Your date rounded out nicely, the waiter set the bill down in the middle of you two, and before you could even think of reaching for it, Soobin was already reading over the total.

You opened your clutch to look for your debit card, “How much is it? We can spli-“

“No, I’ve got it,” the boy interjected simply, stifling a smirk when he saw your brow raise in his peripheral vision. He glanced up at you, “What? I proposed the date, so I’m paying.”

You shook your head, hiding your own smile, “That’s fine. I’ll pay for the next one.”

Soobin seemed to malfunction, his hand freezing over the bill as the waiter returned to collect it. He apologized for the hold up, handing him the paper and his card before looking at you again with wide eyes, “‘The next one’?”

You shrugged with shyness engulfing your features. Your cheeks warmed and your eyes softening, “Yeah, unless you don’t want to. That’s fine, too.”

“No!” he objected, “I’d love to go on another date with you.”

“Good,” you breathed out, feeling as though you could melt into your chair.

The waiter returned for the last time, handing Soobin his card and commending the two of you for being such lovely patrons, “It’s so refreshing to see a young and in-love couple here. We tend to get an older crowd.”

He laughed, making you and Soobin both break out in shy chuckles. Young and in-love?

“Well, you two kids have a good night. Enjoy yourselves. I believe there’s a beautiful full moon out,” he mused as he started to walk back to the kitchen. Before he got too far, he called out a final, “Drive safe!”

Soobin was the first to stand, waiting patiently for you to adjust your dress as you stood and followed him out of the restaurant. He politely bid the hostess a good night as you walked past her to get outside. The sun had set just after you two had entered the restaurant a little over an hour ago, and now the sky was blanketed in a navy-colored darkness with bright, freckle-like specs sprinkled throughout resembling the stars. The rain had strengthened to a light shower, so he pulled out his umbrella again to walk you to the car.

The ride back to your dorm was slightly different from the ride to the restaurant, but pleasantly so. First, the conversation seemed to be more natural and flow easier between you two. Second, you built up the courage to rest your hand on his forearm as his hand stayed on the gear shift. You had to hold back a smile when you noticed him gulp in response to your innocent touch. He was too cute for his own good. And lastly, despite still showing some of his nervousness, he was much more relaxed and not as stiff as he was when he picked you up. He seemed more at ease with you, and it made you feel great. That, plus the confirmation of a second date; it meant positive progress was being made.

Soobin carefully pulled into a parking spot near the spot he parked in when picking you up earlier. Again, he had meticulously placed your car door facing the sidewalk and his facing the street. Your heart fluttered at how thoughtful he was.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment as the radio DJs from earlier did their ending read-through for the night. Your eyes wandered to the corner of your window where the cool A/C plus the humidity from the rain was making it appear foggy. Beyond the fog, you could see the moon in all its glory, shining brightly down on the city.

“The waiter was right. The full moon is beautiful,” you marveled. A grin formed on your lips as an idea came to mind, and without thinking twice, you acted upon it. Your hand reached up to the window, swirling your fingertip against the foggy glass in the shape of a heart.

Soobin watched you with glossy eyes, a flurry of emotions welling up inside of him as you drew the lovely symbol. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out quietly, “Not as beautiful as you.”

You turned your head towards him, resting back against your seat as your heart rate sped up and your face became warm. Sooyoung had asked you yesterday if you thought Soobin would kiss you on the first date. You had shook your head and told her he didn’t seem like the type.

Now, more than ever, you were hoping you were wrong. Because the only thing you wanted right now was his lips on yours.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” you spoke, your head against the headrest as you looked up at him through your lashes. Soobin’s brain was seemingly playing a broken record that could only think of four words on a loop: you are so beautiful.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, trying to fight through the love-fueled brain fog he was experiencing, “Me too. I love spending time with you.”

You couldn’t hide your flattered smile or the way your cheeks bloomed with radiance from his comment. You felt the need to timidly confess, “Honestly, this is the best first date I’ve ever had.”

Soobin’s eyes widened, and his fingers twitched on the gear shift, “Really?”

You nodded, looking down shyly at the white rose resting in the console where you left it. You picked it up and set it in your lap, “Thank you.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. I saw a flower shop on the way here, so I stopped by and picked one out for you.”

That was only half a lie. Soobin did pick it out for you, but it wasn’t as casual as he described it. After all, he had been planning this date since he offered to take you out. He remembered there was a flower shop not too far away from campus, so he left his dorm extra early to go and pick out something for you. He had originally picked out a bouquet, but the florist said a bouquet was a bit much for a first date. So, he took her advice and went with the single rose. Perhaps she was right, he thought.

“I appreciate it,” you said, slightly shaking your head, “But I meant thank you for everything. The flower, the dinner, picking me up . . . everything.”

Soobin wasn’t sure if it was just him or if the air in his car was growing thicker. His chest grew heavy with each breath. It felt like he was in a trance, unable to take his eyes away from you. Every fiber of his being was yelling at him to kiss you, but he didn’t want to move too fast and make you uncomfortable. What if you didn’t like to kiss on the first date? He didn’t want to mess everything up so soon. Still, he couldn’t help but glance down at your lips, subconsciously wetting his own.

You noticed the small gesture, and it sent shivers down your spine. Was he finally going to kiss you?

The both of you were unaware of just how close you two were getting, only a foot away from each other. You could feel the faint wisp of his breath against your face. He could smell your perfume in his nose.

Screw it, you thought.

The gap between the two of you was diminished as you reached forward, hand gently cupping the side of his face as you met him over the center console. Your eyes were closed as you softly crushed your lips to Soobin’s, holding them there for a moment to take in the feeling. The boy froze, wondering if he was dreaming. His eyes widened, then blinked. No, he wasn’t dreaming. You were really kissing him.

His timing was off; he closed his eyes just as you were pulling away. You looked at him, laughing softly at his expression, eyes closed and plump lips stuck in a semi-pucker as he tried to process what just happened. He blinked, and the next thing you knew he was kissing you again, this time with more ambition and purpose. Your lips moulded together, albeit a bit awkwardly, but neither of you could care less. The one thing the both of you had been waiting for was finally happening. Soobin felt like he was floating.

You pulled away again, hand still resting on his cheek. When you noticed, you set it down gently in your lap, nibbling subtly on the inside of your lip as you tried to think of something to say. What do you say after kissing your crush for the first time? Soobin wish he knew, too, because the best he could think of was: “When can I see you again?”

You smiled, “Whenever you want to.”

He scoffed shyly, looking down at his empty console then back at you, “I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but I don’t want this night to be over.”

“Me neither,” you agreed, “If you’re not busy tomorrow, maybe we could get lunch?”

“Yeonjun and I had plans . . . “ he started to say, but the let-down expression slowly filling your eyes made him stumble, “but I can reschedule with him. He owes me anyways since I did his last English paper for him.”

You chuckled, “Sounds like Yeonjun.”

Another blanket of comfortable silence draped over you before you decided to finally get out of the car. You gathered your clutch and flower, and Soobin was quick to come open your door for you for the last time that night. He walked with you, slowly, side-by-side, umbrella covering you two to the entrance of your dormitory. His heart sank when he was forced to come to a stop outside the main doors where he picked you up.

“I’ll text you tomorrow morning,“ he said, quickly adding, “If that’s okay. So I can know when to pick you up for lunch.”

“Okay,” you smiled, swaying slightly on your feet, wanting to prolong the moment when you would finally have to part, “Text me when you get back to your dorm safe?”

His dimples popped up as he nodded, “You got it.”

“Goodnight,” you spoke quietly, leaning up on your tiptoes to press one last, chaste kiss to his lips.

He could only nod dumbly, watching you disappear behind the main doors. They shut with a quiet thud, and then he was walking back to his car with one hand gripping the umbrella handle and the other buried in his pocket.

A big, goofy grin lit up each of your faces. Him while he drove home, and you while you walked upstairs.

The second your room door creaked open, Sooyoung was fumbling to sit up on her bed.

“Well?” she asked excitedly, her smile growing bigger when she saw yours.

Her expression showed how warm her heart felt for the two of you. She sat at the edge of her mattress as you sat on your own bed across from her, unintentionally repeating the way you two were the night you went to the movies with Soobin.

“Soo, that was . . . the best date I’ve ever been on,” you said, this time with full confidence. And despite how you worded your next sentence, you were just as confident in it as your last one, “I think I’m in love.”

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