#the one Valentine's candy is from me im the one who gave it to him

[ramu-ego]

Ego Jinpachi - Blue Lock Coasters~! ☆

-> twitter thread of everyone <-

[the-cleaning-guy]

Howdy!

My name is Bruce and I'm Princeton-Plainsboro's janitor, nothing too special. I keep the hospital clean and occasionally bring in my dogs to help the patients.

I've been told to include some things about myself so here ya go:

Age- 25 (April 21, 1979)

Pronouns- He/Him

Sexuality- Fag

I have 4 dogs, a truck almost as old as me, I can play the guitar, harmonica, and drum on buckets. Feel free to ask me something or talk to me I'm all ears buddy!

Some information about him!

Bruce grew up in a trailer park with his parents and older brother. His dad worked a blue collar job and his mom was a bartender. His brother is 6 years older than him, he wasnt home often so theyre not very close. He still goes to see his parents, he'll stop by and have dinner with them every so often. All of them were really distant growing up (still are) but they care about eachother in their own ways.

He started using drugs around 14 and it got really bad from 16-20. He originally got the job at PPTH at 19 but a year later got sent to rehab because he almost OD-ed. Cuddy gave him the job back because he was a good worker and his recovery was going really well. Hes relapsed a few times and had to stay inpatient at PPTH.

He has a slight southern accent that comes out with certain words but its not super obvious. His right eye is a very light grey/blue, his left eye is an olive green. He has tattoos all over his body (including a tramp stamp he got at 16). He has a labret, a septum, a tongue, 10 ear (3 on top, 2 on bottom), and a belly button piercing. Him and his brother both have moles under their eye but on opposite sides.

He owns an old red pickup truck from the 80s. Lives in a small rundown apartment 40 minutes from PPTH. He has four dogs (two pit bulls, a german shepherd, and an australian shepard). One pit bull (named Bones but he calls him Baby) is a trained therapy dog who helps him with his addiction and anxiety. He plans on getting his german shepherd (Jack <- named after jack twist from brokeback mountain) trained to be a therapy dog too. He learned to play guitar, harmonica, and bucket drums as a young teen practically on the streets.

He gets along with most people really well since hes easy to talk to. He has resting bitchface but when he talks to people hes very polite and friendly which makes up for it. Kids tend to like him so he carries candy in his pockets for them. He has sort of a random country uncle feel to him? Hes very charismatic but you also wouldnt want to get in a fight with him. He looks like someone you'd see at a bar drinking beers and watching the game on tv. Though hes not really a fan of sports other than hockey or fighting. He seems older than he really is both physically and mentally. He'll bring in Bones for the patients to hang out with when hes allowed to. He enjoys talking about music, movies/shows, history, dogs, etc. People tend to talk to him about their drama so he knows everyones business, hes a good listener!

He likes men but he doesnt really talk about it often. He grew up getting called 'fag' by most of the people around him (even if they got along) so he usually just calls himself that. He isnt currently into anybody but he gets around. Hes a cis guy but doesnt care about gender much so its never really on his mind, he probably doesnt know what being trans is but he doesnt give a shit either way.

Hello!! im ghost (@ghostboyhood) the person behind this blog. Sorry the information above is so all over the place i have a rough time wording things 😭 I'll usually talk ooc in specified tags unless youre specifically asking ME something and not Bruce -> [#ooc- blahblahblah]

This is my House Md oc Bruce N. Valentine!! Feel free to ask him things and talk to him, he'd love to listen. Hes up for answering almost anything just be smart about what you ask <3

Go check out the other people hes surrounded by at @ppth-staff !!

[faces-ofvenus]

BABE here I am, since requests are open. Okay so um bear with me because I barely request, but I've been lately thinking about how a Modern Lucerys would be like with an extremely shy & awkward reader?

Like, she can barely make/maintain eye contact (and when she does make eye contact she lowers her gaze to the ground), is very quiet and awkward, stutters, blushes and giggles easily, but she clearly tries to approach him in small ways by gifting him small things like flowers or drawings?

I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SPECIFIC/LONG, I'M LIKE THIS IRL AND IM IN NEED TO SEE HOW MODERN LUKE WOULD BE LIKE WITH SOMEONE LIKE ME SKKDKDKD

also: you don't have to write this if you don't want to, angel! 💕

Anything you ask me I will do 🥰😔, and yes I loved writing this, as much as I am outgoing, I would be all shy with this beautiful boy

Perhaps you are each other's biggest stalkers, for all your friends (both his and yours) it is simply surreal the obvious passion that two people have for each other, but simply the shame, the shyness and a bit of insecurity prevent you from even exchanging a few words.

You and Lucerys obviously met at school when I say this is very, very young, you both sat on opposite sides, always apart, as if fate was trying not to bring you together, but your eyes and attention, always turned to each other.

You feel so ashamed to talk to him, it's just so hard, your nervousness, the butterflies in your stomach, sometimes even your head that seems to be more dizzy than normal, being in your circle of friendship an introverted person or not, everybody knows that you are very shy, and sometimes quite insecure about everything about yourself.

When your eyes would turn to him, your heart would beat fast, as if you had run a marathon or something, it was so obvious, but whenever your gaze would go to the side, and your eyes would cross, you would feel yourself choking on your own saliva, it was so obvious!? Did he notice? It was comical to see your disguise and embarrassment, like, yes yes, this wall is so interesting, the ceiling has never been so beautiful, or simply the way you looked at the opposite side.

Lucerys thought it was so adorable, he always believed that you weren't really looking at him, well, he was always looking at you, and the reactions were almost the same, but he didn't feel that interesting, to get attention, especially your attention.

Unlike basically his whole family, he wasn't coveted, he didn't feel so bad (sometimes he did) because the only person he wanted was just, the one who seemed to try to avoid him he doesn't blame you, ever, but it hurts, he just wants to be noticed, then eve of Valentine's Day, notes and chocolates, started arriving, chocolates, candies, letters, in his wallet, closet, he was so confused....

His heart fluttered at the possibility of it being you, even if in his head it was something stupid, but he felt Jace's mocking glance whenever he saw the candy decorated with hearts, yes maybe a little bird in love had come to him asking what his brother's favorite chocolate flavor was, with NO pretense whatsoever, to give it to him, oh little bird.

Whenever you saw him with some of his gifts, your smile grew in such spontaneous ways, yes your friends are talking to you, but why do you look like you're not listening, and you're looking at a certain Velaryon with the most psychopathic smile possible, when you came back to reality, nervous laughter came out of your lips, you were mad, when he turned to face you, you just grabbed your friend's arm, and quickly left the place.

It was such a ridiculous idea, yes you know, just go talk to him, they said, but it just wasn't that easy, at the same time your body longed to show everything you felt for him, all the appreciation, all the feeling.

It started with letters, drawings, chocolates, and even FLOWERS, everything you would remember him by, seeing him receiving them from afar, the way he wore the loofah scarf you gave him, (yes you knew that Harry Potter is simply his favorite book, and maybe you are the only one who really paid attention to that) the way he ate your chocolates, and even the way his cheeks flushed when he saw your drawings (whether they were "pretty" or "not").

All this couldn't supply what you felt, but at the same time, it gave you a certain comfort, you knew that he would never look at you, you are? Most people simply never paid much attention to the shy girl in the room.

You looked around trying to find some sign of him, it was finally Valentine's Day, so it wasn't too strange, you're sticking a letter of declaration in a "random" locker at school, people were doing this all the time, wanting it or not, you wanted so badly for him to leave you something, the smallest thing if anything, lost in your thoughts you didn't even notice the reason for your mental discussion coming up.

Lucerys looked at you in pure shock, it seemed as if your eyes were deceiving him, you, s\nmaybe the most beautiful girl in school, were standing in front of his locker with a letter in your hand, yes you could only have got the locker wrong, but the possibility that it was for him disturbed him in such good ways, taking the courage it gave him he went to meet you in large, hurried steps, clearing his throat slightly to get your attention, he could feel himself combusting when your eyes met.

— aah... You...misplaced the locker, the letter... Oh I mean... Hi — FUCK, he didn't even know how to finish a sentence properly, at that moment he just wanted to bury himself, his flushed cheeks said it all.

You were so shocked that you couldn't even speak properly, your eyes had nowhere else to run, holding the letter close, you sighed loudly, you couldn't escape anymore.

— Ah...Hi...yeah, no it's not, I was wrong actually, this letter is for you...I hope...it doesn't mean just read it I don't know. — you handed it over and quickly upset you ran off wondering which nearby ground you could bury yourself in.

You didn't want to see his face, his reaction, this situation was simply so terrible, your conflicting feelings oscillated between elation and despair, in a way that you couldn't tell one from the other.

The next day you honestly hardly wanted to go, to be more specific, you didn't want to step outside your house ever again, but you still forced yourself to go, since you had been sick for so long, missing was no longer an option, you had arrived earlier than you expected, maybe trying to avoid all possible acquaintances.

When you sat down in your class, you noticed a note with a heart in the middle, and a small box of chocolate on the side, you looked around anxiously, the room didn't seem so crowded, and he... It wasn't there, when you opened it you read it quickly, that declaration of love, of the purest adoration, that you never thought anyone would have for you, those words, and at the end one, you want to go out with me.

When you looked up Lucerys was looking at you hopefully, his whole face resembled that of a tomato, or something that looked like the purest of crimson, he was holding a small flower, his favorite flower.

— So... You want to, I don't know, go to the movies with me, or maybe a park, restaurant... whatever.

And clearly you knew answer.

[buttterknifeee]

Now that you put the idea in my head, can I please request a blurb that takes place later on in the show (when Robin is now full on crushing on Aquagirl) where he’s trying to flirt with her but it just goes over her head and it drives everyone else crazy.

Examples: Like he compliments her, takes a harsh blow for her, gives her her fav candy after a hard fight but she only sees all of that as being friendly and nice then later when Robin is out of the room she sighs all love struck and is all like “I wish I could ask out Robin” and everyone just face palms. Im sorry if it’s too much, but I just really love that idea. Thanks if you do do it but also thanks for just hearing this out. Have a great day!

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA BDSKGH

anyways here you go!

Masterlist

word count: 931

pairings: Robin! Dick Grayson x Aquagirl! Reader

Valentines day. The worst day of the year, especially for a girl like you. You've found yourself alone every year, and this year is probably no exception. You can't even get the guts to ask out the guy you like, and he's on your team! This is on me, you thought glumly.

You sat in Starfire's room with her and Raven as you watched her get ready for the day.

"So what are you doing today, Starfire?" You asked, watching her brush her hair in front of her vanity. You were laying on her bed as Raven sat cross legged next to you.

"Oh! Friend Raven and I will be seeing a movie at the place of theaters!" She said cheerfully.

“Have you asked Robin out yet?” Raven asked with a smirk. Your face burned red.

“I- Robin? What makes you think I like Robin???” you stutter, sitting up straight.

Starfire floated over to you. “Oh! The two of you would be perfect for each other! You are always together and-” You cut her off, extremely flustered.

“We’re not always together, and besides, he obviously doesn’t see me that way, so there’s no point in asking him out anyways.” You stared at your feet in embarrassment. Starfire and Raven looked at each other.

They were about to reply when the alarm went off, flashing red and blaring a horn. The three of you race out of Starfire's room and into the main room, where you find the three boys already there.

“The HIVE five are roaming Jump City,” Robin announces, staring at the screen in the center of the room.

“Man, didn't we just like to fight them?” Beast Boy whines.

“Complainings for later, let's go!” Robin orders, and you all hurry to the tower’s exit. Robin puts his hand on your shoulder before you leave.

“Um, I just wanted to say that you looked nice today,” he stuttered. You thought it was nice of him to say something like that to you.

“Aw, thanks man! I appreciate it!” you smile, patting the hand he had on your shoulder. You ran to join the others.

.

You found the HIVE five at the Jump City bank, loading sacks of cash into a truck. Gizmo noticed you first and yelled at his team. They all turned to you and took a fighting stance.

“Titans go!” Robin yelled, charging forward. You followed his lead and clashed with the five villains. This time you square up against Jinx, who stares at you nonchalantly. She smiles and points her finger at you. Pink energy shoots out towards you but you block it with a shield of water.

“Don’t you guys take the holidays or something?” you huff, dropping your shield. The pink haired girl smirks.

“The HIVE stops for nothing, not even your stupid little holidays!” She lunges towards you to throw a punch. You dodge, and kick at her stomach. She groans, but lunges at you again, You dodge again, but this time she grabbed your arm and threw you over her shoulder, causing you to hit the ground hard. You quickly got up, but she shot a wave of magic at you, sending you into a wall. The wall cracked from the impact, and you sat slumped on the floor, your head ringing. You tried to focus your vision as Jinx stood across from you, ready to bring the final blow. Pink energy crackled out of her hands and you closed your eyes expecting pained and-

You hear a yell in front of you as you reopen your eyes. Robin stood staggered in front of you, taking the impact of Jinx’s magic.

“Robin!” you yell, rushing towards him as he collapses towards you. You held him in your arms as you glared at Jinx, burning with rage.

“Awww looks like your boyfriend’s not doing too well,” she laughed, a hand on her hip.

“Boyfriend? We’re not dating.” you said.

“You’re not?”

“Yeah I mean he’s cute and everything but he obviously doesn’t see me like that so- You thought we were dating???”

“You guys seemed like a couple so i kinda just assumed-” She was suddenly cut off by being hit with a blast. More specifically Cyborg’s sonic arm cannon.

“Boo-yah!” he cheered, giving you a thumbs up. You gave a pained smile as you continued to hold the boy wonder in your lap.

.

You sat by Robin’s side in the infirmary, watching his sleeping body. Jinx’s blow must have given him a concussion, because he was out like a light the whole way back to the tower. You quietly jumped as he finally stirred awake.

“... Aquagirl?” he croaked, slightly lifting up his head.

“The one and only,” you smile. “You alright? You got hit pretty badly.”

“Yeah… I’m ok. Listen there’s something I need to tell you I-” He started but you stopped him.

“Robin, whatever it is you want to tell me you can tell me later ok? You need some rest,” you say. “And, thank you, for what you did back there. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You leave the infirmary and meet with all the Titans in the living room. They all stared at you as you entered the room.

“What?” you ask, taking a seat next to Cyborg.

“Well?? DId you ask Robin out?” Beast Boy asked, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“How did you- never mind.” you sighed. “I don’t know guys, I really do like him but I just don’t think he feels the same.”

The four titans all groaned unanimously.

“What???”

[gay-salt-amber]

How about a ask based off a mall trip? Weird I know, but I'm craving that 7/11 rn and reading your Valentines Day fic sparked the idea somewhat The prompt basically is everyone in the dorms minus the some are separated during a break and that's not sitting right with everyone so they all set up a plan to take a day in the city! (All while "abducting" Riddle and Idia from their parents home, Floyd says it's not abducting it's saving). They go to the biggest mall in Twisted Wonderland and spend time there, dares were made and they shopped until they can't hold their things that much, but before that they spend some time and watched a film in the movie theater (I see some shippy moments of Kalim holding onto Jamil and Floyd being a smart ass giving him a thumbs up before Riddle or Azul smacks him, also I can't get the image of Trey and Jade behind Riddle who's between Cater and Floyd both getting popcorn and snacks from his lap and he's just RED like O////o "help") and the gang eats in the food court and they all just have a fun ol time.

It has nothing to do with the next gen of my previous ask but ye!

Also, I have a solution of your multishipper heart that I suffer with as well; Mixing

For me I like Riddle x Floyd and I also like Trey x Jade but also like Trey x Riddle and Trey x Cater, so I made them into kind of one big poly ship or wrote them as neighbors

Because of that when I saw Epel x Savanaclaw but also First Years as Poly I was like, "Oh, perfect mixing opportunity!" So, for me at least how I see it up to you, it'd be Epel, Deuce, Sebek, Jack, Leona, and Ruggie as one large relationship. I'd add Ace too but I like KalJamAce so I literally only see-

Ace: "You two are just jealous I'm dating two second years"

Epel: "Bitch we're dating each other, a second year, a third year, AND all our boyfriends can easily kick your boyfriend's asses!"

Nothing to do with that, just wanted to let you know and hope it amuses you. I'm awkward in ask since I'm a sly blob who thinks I'm weird, so hi. Shy blob here and shy blob is gonna start drawing some art based off your helpful headcanons, hope you're having a awesome day. - Raven/Rae (she/they)

So, I already did the first one a little bit but, I will write about the foot court and theater one! This wont be a full fanfic but it'll be snippets since ig that's my thing now! Also im putting Epel x Savanaclaw and Floyd x Cater x Riddle x Che'nya in here cuz this is my blog and I can :/

The film they go see is prolly a comedy, Rook and Vil wanted to go to a romance movie but were outvoted -w-

They over-do the butter on the popcorn but who's complaining? Certainty not them

Ruggie was gonna bring in his own candy but Leona bought him as much as he (and Epel) wanted when they got there... No matter how much Ruggie may have protested

Ruggie has his head on Leona's shoulder the whole time since there's a tall guy infront of them (One of the Leech twins prolly) and can't see the screen otherwise

Rook and Vil would be talking about the filming job and Vil would be like, "Thank goodness I didn't take this movie offer" and the movies worth like 1M with like a bunch of older and richer actors and it weirds everyone else out

So, Kalim cries from laughing very easily so he just has his arms around Jamil while crying-laughing into his shoulder

Riddle def is the one who smacks Floyd for laughing

Che'nya pops up next to Floyd, Riddle and Cater and they all quietly gasped, gave him kisses and hugs then went back to watching the movie with their other bf

Epel is trying so hard to not laugh at the dirty jokes cuz he knows Vil will flick him over the head for it (Rook is trying to hold back too dw) so he goes and sits with Leoruggie and just dies laughing at the next joke

So, Jack is sitting right on Leona's left side and Leona is whispering spoilers to him, bonus is that he's never seen the movie, hes just whispering random shit to him like, "He ends up dating her" or, "They get their head blown off"

During one of the final songs of the movie, Idia hacks into the speakers are Rick Rolls everyone

Floyd, Lilia, Kalim and Cater don't stay for the after credit scene because "We wanna be surprised for the next one!"

When they go to the food court, Che'nya wanted to do the Lady and the Tramp pasta thingy and Riddle goes, "Well how are we gonna do it? We don't have a four-way pasta noodle." And Floyd, being the dirty minded boy he is the second he heard four-way he started dying laughing, the other two joined in and it took Riddle 5 seconds to get it and he turned beat red

Jade and Trey get pastries and Cater films them reviewing them like their fucking Gordan Ramsey

"we drink boba tea to satisfy our ancient & innate urge to slurp up tadpoles from a puddle through a reed"-Ace Trappola 2xxx

They went clothing shopping and Epel and Kalim were trying on some things and asking their partners opinions, only one out of four of them gave any feedback and that was Leona since for some reason he wasn't overly flustered by how pretty Epel looked

Riddle wants help to look more androgynous and the minute that was said Che'nya was ALL over that shit like what did Riddle want? Shoes? Skirts? Pants? Hair stuff? He didn't care if it made Riddle happy so be it

Epel gets nervous when it comes to holding Leona's hand until Leona just sighs and initiates it and says, "If you wanna do it, just fucking do it."

Floyd gets them onto the roof somehow and they go up there and chill despite Riddles protest about it at first

They gave Rook the aux cord on the way back, big mistake

Leona buys them all alcohol afterwards and they all go to the Ramshackle dorm to enjoy themselves for the night

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Ik this is like super short but y'know ;-; also good luck with the fanart im really excited to see it :D -Amber

[ofstarsandvibranium]

hi lani!! could i have a lil moment with chubby!bucky please?

my name is malia but i also like being called mals, mal, and my pet name is “sugar” hehe

i use she/her pronouns !!

im chinese/japanese with long straight black hair with light brown highlights, i’m 5’6”, and have veryyyy dark brown eyes

im an extrovert, an extremely loud one at that, and i’m not that bright unfortunately. on the other hand i have a lot of creativity and imagination and am very protective of my friends, and i am often called chaotic and a living disaster

i enjoy acting, im going to study theater in college, and i really love love love writing and reading. watching movies and tv shows is a frequent in my life and always will be too of course😌

i don’t really not like anything, except for waking early, running long distance, eggplant and of course anyone who discriminates against minorities

i do like coffee, new york, and foggy or snowy mornings where i can wrap myself in a cardigan and sip tea while staring solemnly out of the window like i’m in a movie

i don’t have any prompt in particular, but i have never been in a relationship so maybe just a first time relationship or valentine’s day? thank you so much lani🥰🥰

When Bucky asked you to be his Valentine, you obviously said yes. But then you realized something: what do you give guys for Valentine’s Day?

You’ve never been in a relationship before and this was your first Valentine’s whilst in a relationship. So you really had no clue. All of this stuff was fairly new to you. 

So the days leading up to Valentine’s Day, you were freaking out. You reached out to Steve and Peggy for help.

You: Guys, I don’t know what to get Bucky for Valentine’s Day! HELP!

Steve: You know you don’t have to get him anything, Mal.

Peggy: Whatever you get, I’m sure Bucky will love it.

You: NOT. HELPING.

It took some time, but you eventually figured out what to give Bucky.

_______________

Luckily, Bucky had the day off and so you woke up to him right beside you. You woke up first, peering at your boyfriend who was fast asleep. His mouth was wide open, a little bit of drool coming out of the corner. The blanket he was previously curled up in the night before, was scrunched up at below his round belly. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. He was your adorable Bucky. 

As is feeling your eyes on him, Bucky stirred from his slumber, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and immediately smiling at the sight of you, “Mornin’, sugar.”

“Morning,” you murmur, leaning down to peck his lips, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“What a way to wake up. Got an angel right here before me.”

You playfully roll your eyes, “You flirt.”

Bucky pulls you into his arms, he tucks a few of your highlighted strands behind your ear, “Gotta remind ya how much I adore you. Don’t wanna have you going astray on me.”

“Astray on you?” you scoff, “Never” and kiss his lips again. 

He moans into the kiss and rolls on top of you, “Let’s just stay in bed all day, hm?”

“Thought you had the whole day planned out.”

“Change my mind,” he says with a grin and leans for another kiss, but you clasp your hand over his mouth and push him off you.

You laugh as you slide out of bed while Bucky whines, “Noooo! Maaaal! Sugaaaarr! Come baaaaaaack!”

“I gotta get your Valentine’s Day present!”

“If it’s a lingerie set, don’t even bother ‘cause I’m just gonna rip it off ya!” you can practically hear him grinning as you make your wake to the coat closet and grab Bucky’s present from a box. 

You make your way back to your room and Bucky’s sitting up in bed. You set the basket in front of him and exclaim, “TADA! Since today is the day of love, I made a basket of all the things you love!”

Bucky chuckled as he peered through the cellophane some of the things you gave him: beer, a blu-ray collection of the Die Hard movies, new hoodie, his favorite cologne, his favorite candy, etc.

He looked up at you with a big smile, “Aw, sugar! You really are the sweetest! This is great!” 

He then leaned over to the bedside table, pulling open the drawer and taking out a little box. He hands it to you with the softest smile, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You open the box and a heart shaped locket sits in the middle with a B engraved in cursive on it. You looked up at him, “Buck-”

“Open it.”

You do and you let out a laugh. Inside is a picture of you and Bucky. It was at Steve and Peggy’s baby shower. You both were playing Chubby Bunny and Peggy managed to catch a picture of both of you, cheeks bulging because of the marshmallows stuffed in them. It was one of your favorite pictures.

“I love it,” you wrapped your arms around Bucky and kissed his cheek, “I think our first Valentine’s together is going off without a hitch, huh?”

Bucky chuckled and murmured, “Definitely” before pulling you in for a very loving kiss.

[originlist]

INCOHERENT THOUGHTS ABOUT SALIERIS VALENTINES SCENE

the music was really neat, the background music changed A Lot, which hasn’t happened much in the other scenes ive gotten. it was nice that they put a lot of variation in it! and the fact that calm salieri has strings, while the portion that mozart narrates is piano. i like that for them. it fits.

(also yes its Mozart narrating the end, he’s the only one who uses ‘Maria’ for Marie like FGO U CAN JUST OUTRIGHT SAY THEYRE MARRIED,)

heres some screenshots i had that gave me THOUGHTS!

the fact that salieri assumes that any time he’s spoken to, it must be because Master needs someone dead, that there is no other reason he will ever be approached, makes me highkey emo

he does this, in his mind, to protect Master though, keep them safe from his influence that he assumes must be toxic, so surely the safest is to only be approached for murder

also i do appreciate a good confirmation of my thought that Salieri wanders Chaldea in his human body, and switches to Grey Man to discuss battle. the power of how he’s divided his personality, and his maybe subconscious maybe intentional wish to keep the ‘human appearance’ of Salieri separate from the events of the battlefield.

:^)

this is just here because i think it’s cute how he pings between languages :”) polyglot moods salieri ur so endearing

but also, his preferred language Italian for things he likes (cioccolata) and his nemesis German for things he’s trying to alienate (Gottlieb). hoo hoo. its about the Symbolism.

more of “oh god someones being nice to me A HUMANS BEING NICE TO ME NO YOU CANT!!! YOU CANT BE NICE!!!! I LIKE CHOCOLATE!!! I CANT LIKE IT! SALIERI LIKED CHOCOLATE AND IM NOT SALIERI SO I CANT BUT I DO BUT MAYBE IM A LITTLE BIT HIM BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

also the music switches here again! local man has such an identity crisis he jars himself out of the violin music

in notes of interest, Salieri pings between “ware” and “watashi” around this part because hes VERY confused and can’t keep track of who he is. because he cant take chocolate because hes not a person and if hes not a person than hes death but when hes not on the field hes supposed to be a person but not around master and hes not salieri but hes a little bit of his ego but he cant be salieri but sometimes hes a smidge salieri but salieri likes candy and he currently likes candy also but he shouldnt because hes not allowed to but why not but its----

anyways, per some shoving around google, “watashi” when used by men has a connotation of being ‘closed off’ which imo fits well in connection to the fact that salieri does not invite ritsuka in to his emotional confidence: he narrates a lot of his thoughts out loud and hes bad at keeping himself secrets, but the things he says arent to give ritsuka a sense that theyre his confidant, its to try and keep them the fuck away from him because hes dangerous to them and his reality (to him) should prove that. watashi is also decently polite, fits.

grey man uses “ware” which is not common, archaic, and highkey formal, used for higher class which imo is because grey man is death and death is generally depicted as old and with respect

also at one point in between salieri trying to settle down he ends up going “waretashi” once which is. kinda funny. do your best, my guy.......

im going to actually cry irl in my house

he is so worried for ritsuka, that his presence is going to hurt them, that he cannot be treated like a person because he doesn’t deserve to be, because he has to be inhuman, its the only way he can keep living like this if he rationalizes and compartmentalizes and screams when his Master tries to tell him it’s alright to be a person or whatever he is. he has to keep them safe and he has to keep himself sane, or whatever approximation of coherent that keeps him able to exist on a battlefield and able to say he has a purpose for existing

a “person” could never be like this, would never do the things he has

right?

[me crying] and in the concluding note, amasali rights 2k21, the one thing that eases how depressed i am over salieri is how EVERY SINGLE TIME he appears in story or event there’s another point in the text about how fucking much mozart gets him and even though he’s gonna give salieri shit hes also not gonna push him beyond his limits because mozart understands im s

[calpalirwin]

Look How We’ve Grown

Summary: You never forget your first crush.

A/N: Yeah, I ended up writing it.

Word Count: 1.3k

And away, and away, we go!

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“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice called from beside the man.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, stepping out of her way so she could get past him to reach for one of the boxes of cereal on the shelf.

“Michael?” the woman said again, halting her movements to carefully study the man in front of her.

“Sophia?” he responded, taking a good look at the woman.

“Holy shit, it is you,” she breathed. “Geez, it’s been… wow…”

He gave a short chuckle as he passed a hand through his hair. “Fifteen years?”

“Give or take,” she told him with a nod, a dazed smile on her face. “Wow… how’ve you been?”

“Good, good. You?”

“Good,” she smiled, shaking her head. “Sorry, I just… this is crazy.”

“You’re telling me,” Michael laughed. “When did you move to LA?”

Sophia counted on her fingers as she thought. “Like 2, 3 years ago. My job relocated me.”

“Oh, shit. That’s awesome. Hey, um… would it be totally crazy if I asked you to dinner, or something? So we could catch up?”

“That sounds great. Do you still like pizza?”

“I love pizza.”

“Cool, there’s this place off of Santa Monica Blvd. De Santos?”

“Oh, I love them! Tomorrow at 7?”

“See you then.” Sophia started to move away to finish her shopping but stopped before she got to the end of the aisle. “Hey, Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“Really good to see you.”

“Really good to see you too, Soph.”

~~~

“So which colors do you think we’ll have the most of?” Sophia asked, her mouth watering at the sight of the snack-sized bag of M&M’s sitting in the middle of the desk between her and Michael.

“Blue,” Michael responded.

“Blue,” Sophia repeated slowly as she wrote his answer down on their science sheet. “We have to say why.”

“Because there’s more blue dye?” he guessed with a shrug.

“That’s silly!” she laughed.

“Well every time I eat M&M’s there’s always more blue ones,” Michael continued to defend his answer. “Plus,” he went on to add, tapping at the worksheet. “It says ‘hypothesis.’ We can be wrong.”

“Fine,” she huffed, her pencil scratching their answer onto the paper. “We think there will be more blue colored M&M’s because blue dye is more popular,” she spoke aloud as she wrote, both as a way for Michael to know what she was writing, and for him to approve or offer suggestions.

“Perfect. Now what?”

“Now we open it, and count how many there are total. And how many there are of each color.”

Michael tore open the package, carefully spilling the candy out on their desk. They raced each other to count them all. “13!” they both shouted at each other in victory.

“2 green,” he told her, already separating them by color. He prattled off the other numbers as she recorded them. “1 yellow. 1 orange. 2 red. 3 blue! And… 4 brown. Dang!” He slumped against his seat, crossing his arms.

“It was a good guess,” she told him, trying to make him feel better. “You were almost right. And we’re allowed to be wrong,” she reminded him.

“I guess,” he shrugged, but sat up a bit straighter in his chair. “So now what? Do we get to eat them?”

Her eyes scanned down the page, her finger trailing down it. “We have to explain if our hypothesis was right or not. But I have the numbers down, so yeah.”

“Okay,” he said, setting the dividing up the M&M’s. “Do you want yellow or orange?”

“Yellow, please,” she replied, as she filled in their last answer. “Our hypothesis was incorrect because there were more brown M&M’s than blue ones. Done!”

“These ones are yours,” he said, moving a small pile of the candy over to her side.

“But I have 7…”

“Yeah. I was wrong, so you can have the extra.”

She smiled briefly at him before an idea struck. She carefully bit into the blue M&M, tearing half off into her mouth, the other half still safe between her thumb and index finger. “Here!” she laughed, handing him the uneaten portion. “We can each have half.”

“Ew, it was in your mouth!” he giggled, taking it anyway.

“Well, I’ll take it back,” she said, holding out her hand.

“No way!” he continued to giggle as he popped the piece in his mouth.

~~~

“I can’t believe you remember that,” Sophia marveled at the man. She gave a toss of her head as she took a sip of her beer.

“How could I forget? You were my best friend all through primary school.”

“Yeah, and then you got buddy buddy with Calum Hood, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

“Aw, c’mon,” Michael laughed. “I thought you liked Cal.”

“Oh, yeah. Cal’s great. So is Luke, so I’m glad you finally stopped hating on him.”

“Oh, I still hate Luke.”

Their laughs rang out. “Nah, I’m really glad you became friends with them. It worked out great for you.”

“The way you say that makes it seem like I just up, and ditched you for the guys. That’s not what happened. Was it?” His question held a trace of fear, like his version of their past being carefree and innocent was a lie compared to her memory.

“No, no,” she assured him. “I mean, I played my part in it, too. One year we were running around the schoolyard, swimming at each other’s houses, inviting each other to our birthday parties, trading Halloween candy, and being each other’s Valentines. And then the next we weren’t.”

“Yeah,” Michael reflected sadly. “I still can’t believe you were the only girl in our year who’s mum let you invite boys to your birthday.”

“Just you,” she confessed. “You were the only boy I ever invited.”

“Shit, really?! Damn… way to make a guy feel special, am I right?”

“I tried,” Sophia laughed.

“You succeed. Not many girls get to say they were my friend before all of this.”

“I imagine not many girls get to say they were in love with Michael Clifford pre-fame either, but they’re both titles I wear with honor.”

Michael choked on his sip of beer, some of it dribbling down into his beard scruff. He set the glass down, the liquid sloshing wildly. “W-what?”

Sophia’s cheeks burned. “Oh, you had to know.”

“I- I mean I had my guesses, but I never thought if it was true or not. Never really believed it. I mean, I was just some goofy ass kid.”

“A goofy ass kid who held my hair back when I threw up in a trash can in Year 1. A goofy ass kid who didn’t run away scared with all the other boys once cooties became a thing. A goofy ass kid who gave me a necklace for my eleventh birthday that I still have somewhere.”

“Okay, my mum gave you the necklace. My name was just on the card.”

Sophia chuckled softly. “Point is, Michael Clifford, you may have been a goofy ass kid, but that’s exactly why I loved you. And I was never much for believing in regretting things, but if I have one regret it’s that I didn’t tell you back then when it would have mattered.”

“Who says that telling me now doesn’t matter?”

She laughed in disbelief. “Because why would it? It was a primary school crush. And, I mean, I’m glad it was you, and not someone who grew up to be a douche. But c’mon, Michael.”

“Because if you had told me back then, I would have been the goofy ass kid who’s cheeks turned red as he ran away and laughed about it with his friends. Because you told me now when I’m grown up enough to do this.” He leaned towards her, his palms flat on the table as his head lowered to kiss her. Her own hands landed on top of his as she moved to meet him halfway, sighing in content as their lips connected. “If your one regret wasn’t telling me back, then mine’s not doing this back then,” he admitted as they pulled back, eyes shining and lips tingling.

“Who says they have to stay regrets?” she asked, hooking a finger under his chin and pulling him back in for a second kiss.

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[rookie-ramsey]

Shbsgsgahha Im one idiot sandwich, I asked for a few prompts and I forgot to say that I want them for Ethan x f!MC. So sorry (": if I'm not mistaking they were 42,54,7,48

The Halloween Date (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

42- “No more stupid stunts, please?”

54- “Don’t point your wand at me!”

7- “Calm down, it’s just a chocolate bar!”

48- “I didn’t mean it like that! Stop making everything I say dirty!”

“Mom! Daddy! Hurry up!”

“We’re coming!” 

Ethan shook his head in amusement as his wife put the finishing touches on her makeup. “It never fails to surprise me how much effort you put into Halloween.”

“Halloween is a month long event for me.” She put on her cat ear headband and turned to face her husband. 

“We’re gonna miss all the candy!” Zoey urged from the living room. 

“You better get downstairs before Hermione and Yoda do something drastic.”

“I wouldn’t want that.” Ethan pulled her in for a quick kiss before they made their way downstairs. Their daughter stood in front of a mirror, admiring her Hermione costume. Not far away, Jonah amused himself with his lightsaber. 

“Let’s go.” The twins grabbed Ethan’s hands and led the way outside. This year was Olivia’s turn to hand out candy, so she took a seat on the porch behind the giant plastic cauldron filled with treats. 

Ethan held their hands until they were safely across the street. “Stay close.”

“Okay.” 

Everything passed smoothly enough for the first few houses. It seemed that after they rounded the first corner, the sibling rivalry induced chaos hit them like a train. 

“Don’t point your wand at me!” Jonah exclaimed, stepping away from his sister as they walked away from a house. “You’re gonna poke me with it.”

“You poked me with your saber!” 

Ethan frowned. “If you two are going to argue, we’ll just turn around and you can sit in the house all evening.”

The threat was effective enough for the next half hour. If it hadn’t been for a heated argument over a godforsaken peanut butter Snickers, Ethan probably wouldn’t have had to resort to confiscating it, along with the wand and lightsaber. 

“Calm down.” He put the chocolate bar in his pocket. “It’s just a chocolate bar. I think that since it’s your mother’s favorite and you decided to have a duel over it, we’ll take it home to Mom.”

To his relief, their buckets were full within an hour. Ethan walked them back to their house, where Olivia passed out candy to trick or treaters. Watching the twins disappear into the living room, Ethan sat next to his wife. 

“Let me guess. They made it five minutes before they got their lightsaber and wand confiscated.” 

“Ten, actually.” 

She snickered. “That’s a record. Traffic has slowed down here. Once Zaid and Ines get here to babysit, our date night is on.”

Ethan grinned. “I’m anticipating that. I think this black cat attire is my favorite costume you’ve worn so far.”

“Oh, is it?” Olivia leaned in and gave him a kiss. “Well, they won’t be here until 8:30, so I guess you have to wait.”

“Hmph. I’m not a patient man when it comes to this matter.” 

“Poor you.” 

By the time trick or treat traffic slowed down, the evening light had faded to night. Ethan and Olivia went inside to find both twins asleep on the couch. An assortment of candy wrappers littered the coffee table.

“I think Zaid and Ines may have an interesting time with them tonight if they wake up from their nap.”

Ethan nodded. “We probably should’ve paid a little more attention to what they were doing in here.”

“Halloween only comes once a year. Every kid deserves the chance to go on a candy binge, have a sugar crash nap, then wake up and terrorize the babysitter.”

“Hmm. I guess that makes enough sense.” Olivia draped a blanket over Zoey and Jonah. “They may not budge until morning.”

At 8:30, a knock on the door indicated that Zaid and Ines had arrived to babysit. (Or rather, Ines who had dragged Zaid along). 

Olivia let them in. “TThank you so much for coming. They fell asleep a few minutes ago. I don’t think they’ll budge before we get back.”

“Aw.” Ines smiled. “They look so cute.”

“Is… is that an inordinate pile of candy wrappers on the table?” Zaid frowned. 

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Don’t worry. They’ll probably be asleep until we get home,” Olivia assured them, ushering Ethan out the door. “We’re a text away if they do anything insane.”

With that, they were gone.

XXXXX

“I didn’t mean it like that! Stop making everything I say dirty!”

A playful smile tugged at Ethan’s lips. “You distinctly said that you had plans for when we get home. Am I not supposed to interpret that as an innuendo?” 

“Yes, but... “ she groaned. “We’re drunk. Good thing we have sitters all night and an Uber.”

Ethan snorted and handed her a pool cue. “You’re breaking.”

“Okay.” Adjusting her cue, she aimed it at the balls in the center of the pool table. “Watch this.” Turning around, she tried to make the shot backwards. Maybe she aimed wrong, or maybe it had something to do with the alcohol, but a moment later she found herself startled by a pool cue to the face.

“Shit!”

“What was that supposed to accomplish?” Ethan was at her side in a moment, gently moving her hand away from her nose so he could examine it. “It’s not broken.” He grabbed a handful of napkins and held them to it to stop the bleeding.

“PSA: don’t drink and play pool,” Olivia groaned. “Not my best stunt.”

“Not at all. No more stupid stunts, please?” Ethan moved the napkins away, relieved to see the nosebleed had ceases. “I’d like to get you home in one piece so we can properly end the night.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Whichever you want it to be.” 

Author’s note: I absolutely plan on writing a follow-up fic showing Zaid and Ines babysitting the Ramsey kids. Chaos will ensue.

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[soundofseventeen]

13 Days of Christmas (Xu Minghao)

I’m almost done.

Word count: 2268

“Did he see me?” You asked ducking behind the curtains.

“If he did, he would’ve been knocking on your front door already,” Chan said nonchalantly. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re so fucking weird?”

“He has a dog, Chan! And he’s the cutest thing ever!” “Are you talking about Minghao hyung or his dog?” 

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” “Shouldn’t you stop taking pictures of my friends?” He brought the baseball cap he was wearing down to his eyes. “Seriously, I’m getting tired of you falling in love with them.”

“I’m not in love with any of your friends!”

“Let’s see...there was Cheol hyung at the coffee shop, Mingyu and Jihoon hyungdeul at the gym, Jun hyung at the park...and my personal favorite Soonyoung hyung at that restaurant.”

“That one wasn’t intentional!” you pointed your finger at him “You know I was meeting Wonwoo there!”

“So you say.” He shrugged, looking for his jacket to put it on. “Listen, as much I don’t enjoy spying on my friends with you, I have to go meet Vernon and talk to him about a show coming up...no you can’t come to either.”

“I wasn’t asking to go.”

“You can’t either way so ‘bye! I’ll text you later.”

You rolled your eyes. You loved Chan but he liked to blow things out of proportion from time to time. He had very attractive friends, yes, but you didn’t care for following them around town and hoping they’d notice you. Yes, Seoul was big but he wasn’t exactly the shy type….he had 12 other friends that he constantly like to spend time with….at the same time. You could barely handle four people at once for a couple of hours but hey you respected him. But that wasn’t the point.

You could name one attractive thing from the oldest to the one barely older than him but he wouldn’t really listen to that. But there was something about Minghao that kept you on your toes. You couldn’t exactly figure out why he stuck out like a sore thumb. He had the iconic resting bitch face made you afraid to approach him in the past, even when he had the cotton candy looking hair thing going on. You talked to him the least and admired him from afar the most. He also had this thing where he ruined your ego by rejecting someone else. As in, someone else confessed they had a crush on him and he said he wasn’t interested and to think about other things besides him. (As if he was some kpop idol.)

And then, he seemed a little friendlier when he got a dog. It wasn’t a big change but it was enough for you to say hi to him...and take pictures of the dog when Minghao wasn’t looking. But as always,  Chan caught you at the wrong time and made his own assumption. Well, he wasn’t wrong but you wanted to play it cool...or as cool as you could manage. 

You waited a few more minutes until you were sure that Chan was gone, so you could leave to do your grocery shopping for the week. The cold weather often made it impossible for you to get things done but with the holidays approaching faster and faster, you wanted to have your fridge and cabinets stocked with food in case someone in your family dropped by to surprise you or in the unlikely event that you’d be snowed in. You knew you had enough nonperishable food to last you to the New Year...even to Valentine’s Day, but you didn’t like being at home with nothing to do, so you threw your jacket on, transferred money out of your savings and headed straight for the supermarket, not quite sure what you were gonna buy.

*

You were quite proud of yourself for everything you bought...even though you felt tired.

Well, you didn’t actually get into the spirit of buying food, (and maybe presents if you found some that you liked enough to give) until you had caffeine in your system. You loved Chan, you really did, but he somehow usually managed to drain enough energy out of your system to power an army. You stopped at the local dog cafe, since it was the closest thing to you. You’d been there a handful of times and even though you had no complaints about the coffee...the price was another story. Somehow though, being surrouded by all the furry animals made up for it. 

You sat at one of the tables after getting your drink, becoming a bystander to the outside world. You opened your backpack and pulled out your sticky notes. Though you still had time for the Chfristmas gift shopping, you wnated to be sure you had enough to make it to your next paycheck...even with what you transferred. It was noisy inside but somehow you were still able to get lost in your thoughts and what you still had to do, only coming back to reality whenever a pup scurried past by and their tail thumped on your leg.They often made you wanna have a pet of your own, but you couldn’t afford one just yet.

”Do you mind if I sit here?”

You looked up to see Minghao balancing a laptop, a book, his own cup of coffee and his newest trusty sidekick and you nodded, standing up quickly to see if there’d be any way to help him unload but he waved you off. 

“I got this. It’s just so crowded here and you were the only familiar face I saw so I thought it’d be good to ask you.”

You merely smiled at him, unsure of what to say. You’d be lying if you said you never pictured something like this would happen, but you also couldn’t deny it made the situation a little scarier. Minghao in your daydreams often stopped by quietly, and shyly put your favorite pastry on the table and he shared his earphones with you and he’d sneak peeks at you. This Minghao quickly opened his laptap and fed his dog a biscuit to keep him quiet. He didn’t bother to make conversation with you and instead flipped through the notebook and typed in whatever was written down. “I’ll be out of your hair soon. I just need to buy a few presents for people.”

“Oh, you can stay as long as you want. Im just making some payments and then I’m leaving.”

“Who could you possibly be stalking today?” He didn’t break his gaze from the laptop so you couldn’t tell if he was joking.

“I...no one. I have to do grocery shopping and maybe start buying people stuff.” You did some addition, wondering just how much you could pay this month and still have enough to spend and letting out an irritated sigh when the numbers didn’t agree with you. You completely ignored him then, focusin on the internal bargains you made with yourself until you reached a satisfactory conclusion. You tapped your fingers on your knee absently, making one more quick estimate when you felt somthing licking your hand, Alright, you momentarily forgot that it was a pet cafe so you gasped a little louder than inteded, but it was time to go anyways.

Minghao noticed this and quietly rebuked the poor pup in Chinese and turned his attention to you. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to go. I can leave.”

“I have to go anyways,” you stood up, feeling embarrassed. “I have to go make dinner and then call my mom to see how she’s doing. Plus, if I give my landlord the rent money money now, I’ll be able to spend mh next check however I please.”

He surprised you by standing up too. “No, I insist. You can stay and I’ll leave with Pandi. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“Mingaho, it’s fine,” you assured him. “I have to go and-shit it’s cold!” The breeze that snuck in when the door opened reminded you that the holiday was here and you rushed to put your overcoat and gloves on, grateful that you left your beanie on.

“Pandi said she’s sorry...hey Y/N?”

“What?”

“I think you might need your phone for future things,” he chuckled. He picked it up and shoved it into his pocket. He took your only grocery back and walked outside with it until you were ready to join him. “I guess we can walk with Chan’s friend tonight, huh sweet girl?” He knelt to the dog’s level, and put on the small jacket he carried in his messenger bag on her and after some deliberation, a Santa hat too

You finally stepped outside as he was zipping her up and you had to contain your squeal at the adorableness. You had to admit though: seeing your intimidating crush caring for some thing as vulnerable as a pet made your heart do things. He just gave you a shy smile and offered you your bag. “Wait, are you coming with me?” The thought alone made your heart race in a way that scared you.

“Well, we live in the same area...and it’s almost dark outside...don’t you think it’d be more awkward to walk by ourselves?” He shot you a pointed look and you had  to admit that you felt silly. He was still kinda scary. “Besides, I need to talk to you.”

There it was...the chill in your bones that had nothing to do with the air. “Oh my god, please tell Chan I’m not in love with any of you and I don’t stalk any of you.”

“I was just gonna say that if you wanted to watch Pandi when I go back to China next month...Chan said you’re good at taking care of pets.” You couldn’t tell if the reddening of his cheeks came from the cold air or the acknowledgement of what you said, but you cursed Chan for making your life miserable. “The stalking thing was a joke.”

With a blush as red as his Pandi’s Santa hat, you could conclude with absolute certainty was that if you didn’t give Chan a well-deserved lump of coal...you’d defintiely be chucking one at him soon. “Oh...sorry.”

“I’m gonna regret asking this, but is that really all you and Chan talk about?”

Oh, the candidness only embarrassed you further, and you wished more than anything to have been run over by a reindeer. “Chan seems to think...I’m in love with either one of you guys or all of you. And I’m not...at all.” The attraction was another story. “He’s convinced that I know all of your schedules and have all these photos of you hidden somewhere in my room.” You shot Minghao a short glare as he opened his mouth. “And I can 100% tell you it’s bullshit.”

“So you’re really gonna deny taking pictures of me from your room?”

“They’re all of your dog, I swear!” You whined. “You just happened to come out in a few of them.”

“Y/N.”

Your gloved hand reached into your pocket to take out your phone and you threw it at him. “The code is 2605.”

“Why are you giving it to me?” He asked, sounding amused. He didn’t know what your lockscreen would be, but he had to admit that he found it endearing. (unless it’s Hao, then picture something completely different.) And the same for your wallpaper. 

“Because if I showed you, you’d think I was deleting them.”

“How do I know they’re not backed up in your laptop somewhere?” He didn’t know that you could be so funny either. No wonder Chan liked hanging out with you.

“Wait until I get home and I bring the fucking thing to you,” you muttered but he still heard you.

“Are you gonna give me gingerbread cookies and hot chocolate too?” He finally stopped stalling and went to your gallery, unsure why his heart was pounding.

“If it’s gonna shut you up, then yes.” You took his leash to take Pandi, but were surprised when he didn’t say anything. The screen was still bright enough for you to catch the glare reflecting off his glasses as he casually swiped through them. He finally nodded approvingly and he handed it back to you, but let you keep the leash. “Proof enough?”

“I mean, I’m still not convinced. I might have to see your laptop too. Plus you promised me cookies.” He was a little bummed that he found a whopping total of three pictures he was included in when it came to his pet, and that was including the one where it was only his shoe. 

Minghao had always found you cute, but when Lee Chan started the crazy rumors of you being a stalker, he was skeptical, especially how you managed to show up a lot of the time after he pointed it out. Coincidence? Or something else? 

“You...are...infuriating.” You shook your head. Maybe this would make your crush go away.

“Are they homemade?” He remembered that Chan said you baked for fun from time to time.

“You’re not getting any.”

“I guess I’ma have to tell my friends you’re a stalker.”

Yep, walking home as the stars came out and with the wind blowing the pine scent in every direction, your crush on him was slowly fading. 

He gave you a small smile followed by a giggle and gently ruffled the beanie on your head. “You’re funny.”

Or not.

[purplesurveys]

1026

Do you like bacon? I’m not as wild about it as I used to be, but I’m still definitely into the whole put-bacon-on-everything schtick and I have no problem trying out novelty items that put bacon in donuts, or oatmeal, or cake, or whatever it is haha.

Have you ever wished for something to come true and it did? I mean, yes. It’s ranged from something as simple as “I wish it rains today,” to something as big as wishing that the person I like liked me back.

Do you like Rammstein? I’m familiar with the name but I’m not necessarily a fan.

Do you know a friend of a friend? Yes. I used to drink with Angela’s friends from arki. We never ended up being close but they were always great people to have a few drinks with.

Do you smile for no reason? I usually smile for a reason.

if somebody paid you a million dollars to get a green mohawk would you? Sure. I only stay at home anyway and that makes this whole thing not that big of a deal, honestly.

Ever had a BLT? Did you like it? It’s too basic a sandwich for me, but I wouldn’t turn it down if it were the only option available. I’d still remove the tomatoes, though; I never liked those in my burgers or sandwiches.

Are you in College? Not anymore; I graduated a few months ago.

Have you ever been to a State Fair? We don’t have those here, first of all because we don’t have states haha.

Do you like Youtube? I enjoy a number of YouTube channels and I certainly visit the site everyday, but I don’t like the way the corporation itself runs their website. It’s since become very different from what YouTube used to be.

If so whats your favorite channel? At the moment it’s Good Mythical Morning, but I also have a number of other subscriptions like BuzzFeed (for their Worth It series), First We Feast, Try Guys, PewDiePie, Anthony Padilla, Anna Park, a couple of channels dedicated to pro wrestling, some eating ASMR channels, among others.

Do you enjoy compulsively cleaning electronics? Can’t say I do.

What is your favorite small dog breed? Are beagles considered small dogs? I love them.

Do you smell bacon cooking? Nopes but I do have a dark chocolate macadamia cookie from Starbucks beside me that I can faintly smell.

Have you ever bitten anything for any unknown reason? What was it? I like biting on straws, but that’s about it I think.

Do you like the movie "The Master Of Disguise"? I don’t think I’ve heard of it before.

What is the closest thing to you thats red? A paper bag under my desk that holds all the artsy stuff I’ve bought over the years, like my coloring books and paintings.

Have you ever gone into a toystore just to play with the toys? That’s always made me feel like a freeloader haha, so I never go to toy stores just for that purpose. I’d sometimes play with whatever exhibits they have, but I make sure to go through the different toy sections too.

When was the last time you went through a Mcdonalds Playplace? Maybe when I was 5 ot 6 maybe? I went to Burger King’s playground way more often since we dined there more. Also, there were always fewer kids so it was more fun to play there.

Do you have an annoying dog? Cooper’s a beagle, who are notoriously big balls of energy, and so there are days I just can’t keep up with his energy and for those moments I do have shorter patience with him. It’s really not his fault, though.

What was the first comic book you ever had an obsession over? I was never into comic books. I tried for a long time because my two favorite wrestlers are into them, but just couldn’t jump on that train.

Do you like kids pop-up books? Loved them as a kid but I was never obsessed enough to have them for my own. I was content reading pop-up books in the school library.

Does anybody else think bugs are cool and interesting? I’m sure there are tons of people out there, but not me.

What kind of toothpaste do you use? Colgate.

Do you own a pair of striped socks? I don’t think so, no.

What is the most random thing in your bedroom? An inflatable pig.

In a normal conversation do you slip out Latin? LOL no. I don’t think I’ve done that before, unless I was singing something in Latin on purpose.

Can you sing? No. I’m not tone-deaf, but I’m not anywhere near decent either.

If so, what is the highest note you can reach? -

Have you ever been to the cream cheese capital of the world? I don’t know which one that is.

Was this survey random? Enough for me to have a good time with it, yes. 

Have you ever been in a parade? I’ve been to several Pride marches if they count.

What is your mothers, mothers maiden name? I don’t actually remember haha, so I wouldn’t be able to share it anyway. It’s a very Chinese-sounding name, though; that much I can share.

Do you have a different hairstyle? No. I just have bangs, which a lot of people already have. 

Am I annoying yet? I don’t feel annoyed, so you’re good.

Do you like soybeans? I haven’t had actual soybeans. < Same, but I’m sure I like food products that have soybeans in them or are made out of soybeans.

Do you press buttons just to see what they do? Hahahahahahahaha yes that’s me, I’m that person with the restless fingers.

Do you still play pokemon? I never got into the video games because I was never any good at strategy-based games, but I did play Pokemon Go for a while especially when I was in freshman year of college. Overall, I was mostly into the anime.

What is your favorite pokemon? Jigglypuff.

Have you ever put blue streaks in your white cats hair? I have a white dog, but I wouldn’t do this to him even if you gave me dog-friendly dye. Just not my preference.

Are you blond? Nope.

Does it bother you when people have a collar turned up? No.

Are your nails painted? If so, what color? If not, do you like nail polish? They’re never painted. No, I personally don’t see the appeal of nail polish for myself but you do you.

Are you awesome? I’ll let other people be the judge of that.

As a kid did you like Barney, Baby Bop, or DJ more? Wasn’t it BJ? Anyway, I liked him the most, then Barney. I found Baby Bop way too whiny.

Have you been to the Bzoink Forums yet? I just go there to look for surveys. I don’t actually try out the other features.

Does any key on your computer and or laptop stick? No.

Does fire excite you? Fuck no lmao, I’m terrified of fire.

Have you ever sung in a choir? Never.

Do you go to church? Until March this year, I had attended mass every Sunday all my life. When Covid hit, we started watching YouTube recordings at home. So yeah, no escape.

Have you ever had a theme (pirate, ninja, civil war) day? Like, in school? Yeah we had a themed day in high school once. I forgot what the actual theme was but I remember going as Lara Croft. In college, we used to go with color-coordinated outfits for Valentine’s Day, e.g. people who had dates can wear red, those who are single can wear black, those in complicated relationships can wear brown, those who had crushes but can’t have them can wear yellow, etc. It wasn’t an official rule, of course, but it was always fun for those who chose to join haha.

Can you touch your tongue to your nose? Nopes.

Have you ever been to Philadelphia PA? No. It has an amazing reputation for being a passionate wrestling city though; it’d be cool to go there and see a local show or two.

Do you think Orlando Bloom is hot? He’s not unattractive, but I just never had a crush on him.

Do you think Twilight is over-rated? At some point I think it was, but it also got (and continues to get) so much hate that I think that has since been able to balance out the initial overrated-ness of it. 

When was the last time you where sick? what did you have? I had a UTI in May, which I never would’ve known if I didn’t take a urine test because all I got was a high fever that never went away. Peeing was never painful for me during that time and my kidney region never hurt either.

What is your favorite number? 4.

Look at your toes. Sure.

If you are a girl do you hate girl drama? Idk what you mean by that. I never grew out of liking gossip, though.

If you are a guy do you hate girls who prolong the drama? -

ZZZ, im tired....are you? A little, but I have coffee so I might stay up for a bit because it’s Fridayyyyyyy.

Favorite indie music group? alt-J.

Have you ever pet a monkey? I don’t think I have.

Have you ever ridden a camel? Nopes.

Have you ever punched somebody? Never to hurt someone.

Do you like cupcakes? Love them.

Orange or lemon flavoring? Depends on what I’m consuming. I like orange chewy candies, but I like lemonade juice too.

Can you sing opera? Not a chance.

Touchpads or Mouse's? Touchpad.

Have you ever been to a Disney theme park? Nope, I haven’t.

[zachsreaderinserts]

Taking a Stand

ship: platonic!bbs x male!reader

dialogue prompt: "No! I'm tired of doing what you tell me!"

warnings: abusive relationship, high school au, i poured my heart and soul into this, it felt really nice to write something like this

"Good morning, gamers," I mumbled, walking to our table in the cafeteria. My friends simply said their greetings back or just nodded at me, looking just as tired as I was.

Mondays were always hard on us, especially since we all were trying to keep up with our channels on the weekends. We all probably had a few hours of decent rest.

"Is everyone gonna be ready to upload our Prop Hunt video tonight?" Craig asked, pulling out the Uno cards. It was a tradition for us to play before school started.

"Yeah," Tyler muttered.

"Yup," Evan replied.

"I think so. I haven't had the chance to edit it yet." Brock gave me a look, that was between concerned and confused.

"You're usually the first one to finish editing out of all of us." I yawned, tears pricking my eyes.

"Angel called me last night. She was ranting and told me not to hang up, so I couldn't get to it." I missed the eye rolls and the silent scoffs that were passed around the group.

"You could've told her you had something to do." Marcel pointed out as the game had begun.

"She wouldn't be happy about it. I don't like upsetting her." I placed down the first card, nudging Brian to place his next. "I'll try to get it done before dinner."

"There's no pressure, L/n. Take your time." Jonathan reassured me, giving me a soft smile. His smile quickly melted away and before I could ask why tan arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Y/n!" Angel, my girlfriend of one month, exclaimed. She pecked my lips, smiling happily. "Good morning, baby."

"Mornin', Ang." Looking back down at the table, I noticed it was my turn again and a plus two was laid before me. "Oh, you motherfuckers!" Everyone laughed as I pulled two cards from the deck.

"Don't curse, Y/n." Angel lightly patted my shoulder, giving me an admonishing frown. "It's just a game."

"Sorry, babe. It's just that my friends," I threw out a mock glare, "are little shits."

"I was wondering if you could walk me to my locker." I glanced over at my friends before looking at her. "Please, Y/n!"

"I really want to finish this game." I tried to reason, looking in the green eyes of my lover. "Can you wait until the second bell?"

"Y/n, I want to get there before Samantha and April do so we can catch up on some stuff." Seeing that I was still hesitating, she frowned again. "I bet Raymond would walk me to my locker." I turned back around, trying to hide my hurt expression.

"Yeah, I'll walk you." She clapped in excitement as I set my cards down. "See y'all at lunch." I tried to put on a smile, but it felt forced more than anything. Angel wrapped her hand around mine, leading me away from my friends.

Lately, I've been becoming less happy with Angel. She would give me little bits of an insult, leaving me to wonder if she meant it or not. And whenever I wouldn't let her have her way, she would just grow cold and serious.

But, I still liked her. She meant a lot to me. So, I took everything with stride.

My friends, on the other hand, didn't. Back at the table, all of them grew frustrated and angry with our relationship.

"I fucking hate her," Tyler growled, slamming down a blue card onto the deck.

"Join the club." Marcel sneered, glaring as Angel and I disappeared around the corner. "What does he see in her?"

"Maybe he's just staying for the sex." David pointed out, cursing quietly as a plus four was placed down.

"Y/n's too insecure for sex." Brian countered, crossing his arms. "Remember what happened when he had his fall out with Kyle? The whole reason it started was because Y/n refused to fuck him."

"Whatever it is, I hope it's good enough to justify her shitty behavior." Lui cut in, leaning against Evan. "Though, I doubt there's anything that really can justify it."

"We just gotta trust Y/n for now, guys." Brock sent everyone a reassuring glance. "I'm sure he knows what's best for him."

---

"Happy Valentine's Day!" I cheered, carrying an assortment of flowers and chocolates to my friends.

"Whoa!"

"Chocolate!"

"Holy shit!"

"Oh my God!" Various noises of surprise came from them as I placed the stash on the table, grinning proudly.

"Let me hand them out first, children." They went quiet as I started passing around gift cards with a gift attached.

For Evan, I stayed true to his simplistic nature and got him a bouquet of various red flowers. Jonathan received a chocolate box full of bear shaped candies. I got Lui and Brock assorted flowers, which were in almost every shade of the rainbow. Brian and Craig got Starbucks gift cards while I got David and Marcel Visa gift cards.

The last gift was for Tyler, but it was hidden in a plain, black box.

"Okay, open that one under the table." He did as I said and once he opened it, he started laughing loudly. I started laughing at his reaction, slapping the table.

"Y/n, you didn't!" He pulled out a blue dildo, about the size of his forearm. Brock quickly rushed to hide it, laughing along with the rest of us.

After the short laughing fit, they began to read the cards I gave them, either tearing up or smiling at my genuine messages.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/n!" Angel gave me a kiss on the mouth, which made me flustered.

"Ah, Angel! Not in front of the guys!" She pulled back, looking dejected. "Sorry, but you know I don't like kissing in front of other people."

"But it's Valentine's Day!" She pressed, slowly getting visibly angry with me. "Shouldn't we be making out all day?"

"I'm just not comfortable with it." She gave me a glare and I sighed, getting sad. "Sorry, Angel."

"No... Don't be. Just-- Did you get me anything?" I lit up, seeing the opportunity to cheer her up.

"Actually, yeah! It's at my house right now, so if you wanna come over later--"

"You mean to tell me that you don't have a gift to give me during the school day?" I shut my mouth, looking at her in confusion. The table around us went silent.

"Is that 'boyfriend protocol' or something?" She huffed frustratedly, taking a step back and crossing her arms.

"Uh, yes! How am I gonna show everyone how good of a boyfriend you are if you don't have a gift during school hours?"

"I don't think you'd need to flaunt around how good of a boyfriend I am if you already know it." I shrugged, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I'm no genius or anything, but I think I'm a very good boyfriend."

"Nevermind, Y/n. I'm going to class." She hissed, storming off. I clenched my fists, trying not to cry in front of my friends.

"Don't listen to her, Y/n." Lui comforted, leading me back to the table. "She's probably on her period or something."

"I made her a painting of us. I worked hard on it and everything." My voice cracked as I folded my arms and laid my head down on them. "I thought she would appreciate it."

"I don't think you guys should keep dating." Evan rubbed my back while talking to me. "You both clearly aren't happy in this situation."

"No, no. I'll figure it out. I really want to keep dating her." I looked at him with a teary face. "I'm sorry for crying."

"Hey, don't be." David came over, sitting next to me. "Why are you saying sorry?"

"Are you fucking crying right now? That's for babies, Y/n! I'm not gonna date a man who cries like a damn baby after an argument." Angel ranted, pointing at my face.

"I have no clue." I lied, rubbing my eyes harshly.

---

y/ntheactualgod has logged onto: what's jon's sexuality??

y/ntheactualgod: DHSJSK WHO CHANGED THE GROUPCHAT NAME

miniladd: IT WAS ME

h20delirious:

FUCK ALL OF YOU

h20delirious changed the chat name to: craig has a micropenis

y/ntheactualgod: and i oop

iamwildcat: y/n if you say "and i oop" one more time i'm going to freak the fuck out

y/ntheactualgod: A N D I OOP

moosnuckel: now you gotta beat them up tyler you said it yourself

iamwildcat: i'm gonna kick your ass as soon as we get to school tomorrow

y/ntheactualgod: do it pussy

vanossgaming: can i record it for my channel?

basicallyidowrk: they're gonna be the next logan paul and ksi

thegamingterroriser: but who's who?

y/ntheactualgod: call dibs on being ksi

iamwildcat: call dibs on being ksi F U CK I DON'T WANNA BE LOGAN PAUL

daithidenogla: sucks to suck

y/ntheactualgod: hold on, angel's messaging me

---

angelbabycakes: Y/N Y/N Y/N

y/ntheactualgod: what's up sugar

angelbabycakes: can i come over?

y/ntheactualgod: to hang out at like 2 AM?

angelbabycakes: not to hang out silly i wanna take our relationship to the next level

---

I felt my heart stop in my chest as I read over what she sent me.

---

y/ntheactualgod: oh. um, hold on

---

y/ntheactualgod: ANGEL WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH ME WHAT DO I DO?????

basicallyidowrk: SEND US A SCREENSHOT

y/ntheactualgod: unknown.png

h20delirious: oh my god

luicalibre: do u wanna have sex with her?

y/ntheactualgod: uhhhhh not really if i'm being honest ITS NOT THAT I DONT LIKE HER I LOVE ANGEL BUT IM NOT READY FOR SEX

miniladd: that's fine y/n! nothing to be worried about. just tell her how you feel

---

y/ntheactualgod: im sorry angel, but im not ready for that yet

angelbabycakes: look out ur window :)

---

"She didn't," I whispered in horror, rushing to go peek out the window. In my backyard stood my girlfriend of three months, who smiled up at me. I saw her put her phone to her ear and my phone lit up with a call from her. Answering it with shaky hands, I looked down at her through the window.

"Hey, baby! Can you let me in?"

"Angel, I love you a lot, but I can't do this." My voice trembled with anxiety as I saw her face be pulled into a frown. "I'm so sorry, honey, but I just can't have sex with anyone right now."

"Why not! I've been dating your sorry ass for three months! The least you could do is make it worth my while!"

"Angel, I--" She let out an enraged yell, picking up one of my lawn chairs and throwing it across my backyard. I watched in horror as she practically messed up my backyard. "Angel, please stop!"

"I'm tired of dating your wimpy ass! I don't deserve to be with such an ungrateful boyfriend." And she hung up on me, storming out of my yard. My hands were shaking so hard, I dropped my phone. Sinking to the floor, I stuck my head into my knees and started sobbing.

Was I crying of fear or heartbreak? I couldn't even tell.

---

"Good morning, Y/n!" I yelped loudly as David clapped his hand on my shoulder. He pulled his hand away, looking at me concerned.

"Oh, hey David." My voice was scratchy from a lack of sleep, but I didn't let it stop me from talking. "Sorry, you just scared me."

"I'm sorry. You look like you just saw a ghost." As we walked over to the lunch table, I kept my eyes open for Angel, becoming more paranoid the further in we walked. "Where were you this morning?"

This morning was really rough for me. I decided to skip out on sitting with my friends to hide in the bathroom, out of fear that Angel would confront me about last night.

"I had a long night. Woke up late." I lied, weakly smiling up at my friend. "Hope you guys were worried about me."

"We kinda were. Especially after what happened earlier this morning." I looked away from David, seeing that we were nearing the lunch table.

"I'm fine," I reassured to him, rushing to go sit down. I missed the unconvinced look on his face as he walked after me. "Hey, guys."

"Y/n! Where've you been?" Evan called out, grinning as I sat between him and Craig.

"Late morning," I responded, pulling out a cup of jello from my lunchbox. "Who won Uno today?"

"Lui did. He was totally cheating, though." Tyler complained, making me smile genuinely. I felt myself relax a little around them as I opened up the cup.

"You're a winner in my heart, Ty--"

"Y/n!" I couldn't help but jump harshly as Angel called out my name. I managed to squeeze all the jello out of the cup and all over my hand. Angel's tan arms wrapped around my shoulders and she moved to peck my cheek. "I didn't see you this morning."

Was she choosing to forget about what had happened?

"Uh... I woke up late." I stuttered, looking at my now ruined jello. "Sorry."

"You should really be more responsible, Y/n." As she picked her hand up to move a piece of my hair, I couldn't help the tiny flinch. Luckily she didn't notice. "You wanna come over later to watch some Netflix?" She gave me a look similar to the one she wore last night when she first stood in my backyard, letting me know what she was implying.

"I'm sorry, Angel, but I got--"

"Let me guess. Homework? A recording session? Friends coming over?" She took her arms away from my shoulders, giving me a harsh glare. "You never have time for me."

"Angel, not here," I whispered, looking at the eyes of my friends watching us talk.

"Don't give me that BS, L/n! You don't care about me anymore!" She stood up to her full height, putting her hands on her hips. "Don't talk to me unless you wanna apologize." And she stomped away again, leaving me behind with an empty cup of jello and a hand covered in it.

"I'll be right back," I muttered, scared that I was going to start crying in front of the whole cafeteria. I speed-walked to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I let the tears slip down my cheeks and silently cried my heart out. My jello covered hand stained my shirt, but at the time, I didn't really care.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" I went silent, hoping that Brock would go away. "Y/n, I can see you sitting in there."

"Go away." My voice broke midsentence as Brock's footsteps came closer to my stall.

"Y/n, we just wanna help you." Jonathan came over as well. "Please come out."

"I-- I can't!" I yelled, feeling broken. "I'm trying so hard to make her happy and she just can't accept it! I've been letting her do as she pleases and it feels like she doesn't even listen to me. I don't want to cuddle with her and then she stops talking to me! I don't give her a gift during Valentine's Day at school and she yells at me! I say I don't want to have sex with her and she proceeds to trash my backyard! I'm so tired of not being enough!" I was gasping for air near the end, recognizing that I was starting to have another anxiety attack. I quickly unlocked the door and smashed into the nearest person's chest, sobbing heavily. They wrapped their arms around me, swaying back and forth as I let out month's worth of tears.

"We're here, Y/n. We've got you." Brian whispered. I felt another pair of arms wrap around us and soon, everyone joined in on the hug.

And for the first time in months, I felt safe and secure.

Once my crying had dialed down, we all separated. I wiped my face with my sleeve, trying to remove any remnants of tears.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry for crying. There's no reason for you to say sorry when you're this mentally torn about something." Craig gave me a stern glare, holding me by the shoulders. "Why do you say sorry every time you cry?"

"I... I've been told that crying is considered being babyish." Evan huffed, rolling his eyes at me.

"So what? Showing emotions isn't being a baby. It's being genuine. If you hide your emotions, then you're just equivalent to a robot. You should be happy that you can express yourself so well. As cool as it would be to be a robot, I think it would get pretty boring." I smiled a little, sniffing.

"You think?"

"He's right, Y/n. Craig's expressive, but he lifts like a damn champion. And Tyler screams like a preteen, but he's just as strong as anyone else."

"Hey!" We all laughed at that.

"The point is is that you shouldn't feel bad for being emotional. It's a part of who you are." I nodded, feeling confident in myself. "Now, if I were to guess correctly, I'm assuming Angel told you that." My smile quickly changed to a frown.

"How'd you know?" I asked Marcel, to which Jonathan snorted at me.

"Your girlfriend's a douchebag, Y/n. I'm sorry, but it's the Gospel Truth." I just sighed, leaning against the wall.

"I know. But I love her." Brock grabbed my face gently, making me look in his eyes.

"Think of every moment you had with her that was happy." I looked up, trying to recall every moment.

When I asked her out. Our first date. The day we went on a road trip. Her aunt's wedding. My birthday.

"Now think of every moment that you weren't happy with her."

Our first fight. Meeting my parents. Valentine's Day. LAST NIGHT. NOT EVEN TWO MINUTES AGO--

"I have to go," I muttered, a sense of urgency and determination running through me. I slinked past everyone, rushing out of the bathroom and to the lunch room. They all followed me as I walked over to Angel's lunch table, where she turned to face me.

"Are you here to apologize?" I didn't even get to open my mouth when she spoke. "Well, too bad. I'm still angry--"

"No! I'm tired of doing what you tell me!" I cut her off, balling up my fists. "Last night, you trashed my backyard because I wouldn't fuck you! And you just yelled at me for saying no to hanging out after school. I've been doing everything for you when you wouldn't even do half of it for me!" The cafeteria went silent as I was speaking, watching us argue. And for once, I didn't care who saw me.

"How dare you, Y/n! I fucking love you!" She started tearing up, fake tears to get sympathy from me. "You're going to break up with me?!"

"Uh, yeah? Was that not clear?!" She closed her mouth, shocked by my rage. "If you fucking loved me then you would've respected the fact that I didn't want sex! You would've accepted my gift during Valentine's Day and you would've respected my wishes throughout the year of me saying no! But you didn't. Instead, you manipulated me continuously with no hesitation and it's because you can't seem to get in your tiny brain that not everyone owes you anything!" Tears leaked from my eyes, but this time, I didn't care who saw. "I'm done, Angel. I want everything I ever gave you back."

"You can't do that!" She grabbed my wrist, looking into my eyes. "Y/n, I love you!"

I looked down at my now ex-girlfriend, ripping my hand away from her.

"No, you don't." And with that, I left her behind, once and for all.

As I exited the cafeteria, I watched Lui come up and clap me on the shoulder, smiling at me.

"You did good, Y/n." I smiled. And it felt really great as a whole new feeling blossomed in my chest.

"Yeah. I did, huh?" Freedom. That's what this was. Freedom from months of torture. I wiped away tears, not feeling ashamed for shedding them. "You guys wanna go ditch for some Hardee's?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Alright!"

"Yes!"

"Sure."

"Cool!"

"I'm down."

"I call shotgun!"

"I'm taking my car!" As the others rushed out, Craig stayed behind, turning to look at me.

"Are you okay?" Linking our arms together, I sighed happily.

"I'm feeling great."

[too-attached-to-fiction]

The Mind Palace Arcade - 19.1

Author’s notes:

Hi everyone -

I've been kinda MIA on ao3 lately but we're back with another chapter! I actually haven't been writing much lately because I have presentation finals at my school and google docs has been a little shit for the past week. BUT! This is part two of the Valentines Day arc and I'm very very very excited!!!

I just want to remind you all of our ten comment goal. I know it's a lot to ask for, but it feels like we're having less readers... maybe we should stop switching the update days so often. Even if you comment twice, every single one makes a HUGE difference for me and Clam.

FOR TUMBLR USERS: AO3 link will be in a reblog.

Nox

~~~

Virgil had had enough.

Only 24 hours after Dylan had announced he was going to ask Roman out, Virgil decided he couldn’t deal with it anymore. It seemed as if the two were together at every free moment, and every glance they gave each other made his blood boil.

During one of Dylan’s breaks, Virgil pulled his old friend into the breakdown closet, scowling at him as soon as the door was shut.

“Did you ask him out?”

“Yeah. But-” Virgil seized Dylan’s collar with his hands sharply, before dropping them and taking a step back. His breath was heavy.

“How could you? You knew about Halloween and my feelings for him and you still did it anyways! What happened to friends over everything?” Virgil nearly screamed.

He expected Dylan to be shocked, but instead, Virgil watched a smirk grow on his friend’s face. His anger dissipated into confusion.

“God, you’re dense.” He laughed. “You really think so lowly of me? Have a little faith, Virge.”

“W-what?” Virgil asked, stepping back. “What’s going on?”

“You weren’t going to ask him out, so I did. And you want to know what he said?”

“No, I don’t.” Yes, I do. Virgil thought.

“He said that while he was very flattered, he didn’t like me that way. He likes someone else.”

“B-but... Who? Did he tell you?”

Dylan stared  at Virgil blankly. “Think long and hard about that one, bud.” With that, he patted Virgil on the shoulder and stepped out, leaving Virgil alone.

It can’t be Logan, or Patton… Thomas maybe, but he mentioned going out with someone last week, so probably not… Remy’s unavailable… Virgil’s train of thought sped up. And if it’s not Dylan or Emile, then…

Oh.

Oh.

He really was dense.

~~~

After hours, Patton glanced at Logan, who had moved from his office to keep Patton company as he restocked and decorated the prize counter. Quiet music flowed from the back wall, songs from Patton’s many playlists. Logan’s brows were furrowed as he focused on something on his computer.

He’s cute when he’s focused. Patton thought, noting the way Logan had to push up his glasses every few seconds. He must have stared for a minute, maybe longer. It was a good thing Logan was so buried in his work, otherwise Patton would have turned into a stammering mess.

He tried to remember the last time he’d felt this way about someone. So completely head over heels that he couldn’t think straight. Still, he came up empty, staring down at the little boxes of consternation hearts that he was stocking under the counter.

BE MINE. I <3 U. IM URS. The little candy hearts that adorned the boxes screamed up at Patton.

It made enough sense. Patton had never been this afraid of someone leaving, not since he and Emile moved out. There was just something about Logan that made him want to squeeze tight and never let go.

Logan had been so kind, so patient, so selfless when it came to the Picanis. He gave both of them jobs, tutored Emile at least once a week, and hell, he even showed up to Thanksgiving and ate everything they’d put in front of him. Patton was sure he owed Logan over a dozen favors by now. He also knew that Logan would never hold him accountable for them.

But Logan didn’t know everything. If anything, he knew the bare minimum of what the two brothers had been through. He didn’t understand why they left.

Patton remembered the day they moved out. It still stung. The papers he had to sign were exhausting. As much as he had looked forward to getting out of the house, he couldn’t leave Emile alone with their parents. They did the bare minimum for almost everything, and they never showed up when either of the two brothers needed them most.

They hadn’t even questioned it when Patton brought them the papers. His mother even said that custody was now one less thing to worry about.  

There had been no send off; no goodbyes, no hugs, no kisses, no I-love-you’s, no be-safe’s, not even a wave. Their parents walked back into the house after everything was packed and didn’t come out after that.

When they arrived to their new home, there weren’t any texts asking if they were okay. It was complete radio silence.

The first thing the two brothers did was lie down on apartment floor, looking up at the blank tiled ceiling. “Are things going to get better now?” Emile had asked, and Patton had nearly teared up at his words.

“I hope so, kiddo.”

Even now, Patton hoped that he’d never break the promise he made that day. Things would be better. They had to be.

“You’re awfully quiet this evening.” Logan said, snapping Patton out of his head.

“I didn’t want to distract you.” Patton said with a nervous smile. “You wanna take a break and help me out?”

“Sure.”

~~~

Virgil was on his way out when he spotted Logan and Patton, working together at the prize counter. Both were in their own little world, not noticing Virgil’s heavy footsteps.

Patton was storing all the toys in the prize counter display, humming a random tune, when Logan began to assist without comment. Patton started humming an older sounding song and Logan took the other harmony without question.

As Logan placed miniature hippos in boxes, he started tapping his feet. Patton started swaying his hips slightly. They weren’t synchronized, but neither seemed to care.

At some point, Patton pulled out a toy trumpet smaller than his hand to continue the tune. Logan watched with adoration, a small, fond smile on his face. The notes Patton was playing were clearly wrong, but neither seemed to care.

By now the toys were all put away but neither Logan nor Patton left. Patton fumbled with the trumpet while Logan looked down at the glass counter, counting the candy. Soon, it became obvious to the other that neither had any work to do. Logan leaned against the counter on the wall, Patton sat on the front counter.

Their voices were quiet, too quiet for Virgil to understand what they were saying. But Patton laughed, and he caught Logan laughing as well.

A small sting of bitterness swept through his heart. That could be him and Roman, if only…

Virgil paused the recording on his phone. When they got together, he would send them the video.

~~~

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[ladyboltontoyou]

Arthur Morgan x Reader: Ol’ Fashion Fingers

Ask: ahhh okay so the kinda gross idea! i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is on her period and arthur takes care of her, and i mean...we both know he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty and also...a bit of blood won’t gross him out right? so maybe...he takes care of her and later...works his magic fingers to makes her feel better? i know it’s probably very gross but my cramps are so extremely bad this month i’m dying i just need some arthur i LOVE your writing btw!

Warning: Fingering, period blood

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: I am so sorry I took so long on this. Whoever sent in the ask, hope you enjoy! (Lmfao at the ‘say no more’ part at the end) Also, they didn’t have tampons or pads back then I don’t think so I used rags, since that’s what I remember women had to use before our ‘luxury’ items. 

“Kill me, put a bullet in my skull, please, it would be a mercy.” Your cramps this month were killing you. They hadn’t been this bad in years, not since you first started having them when you were very young.

“That bad?” Arthur asked as he chewed on a some of the candy Hosea had bought for you.

“You have no idea.” You sighed, watching him clean his gun. The two of you were sitting in a room at one of the Taverns in Valentine, you had rented out a room and bought special service to help ease the pain. Every thirty minutes a maid would bring you a fresh cold rag, a hot blanket, and some water. Karen had done it the last time she got her period and said it was one of the best things she’d ever spent money on. 

Arthur set his gun down on the dresser and made his way over to you, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside your feet. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do for you?”

You hummed and looked up, pretending to be deep in thought. “I don’t know… kiss me?” 

Arthur broke into a smile and leaned across you, giving you a quick kiss. “How was that?”

“I still hurt. Kiss me again.”

He kissed you again, longer this time and with more movement. When he pulled back he raised a brow, questioning silently.

“I think it’s working, but I can’t tell. Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.” You forced yourself into a sitting position, now face to face with the man. 

Arthur let out a sigh, not one of annoyance but rather amusement, and brought you in for another kiss. This time you caught him off guard and slipped your tongue in his mouth, bringing up a hand to run your fingers through his hair. His hat fell onto the ground but neither of you noticed. 

The kiss didn’t end as quickly as the others did. Even when he pulled the sheets off of your body your lips remained connected. Even when his hands slid up your legs and gave your thighs a squeeze. You only broke the kiss so you could take your pants off. They were your go-to that time of the month pair, they had holes in the knees and were black so if you had any sort of accident no one would be able to tell. 

You had changed your rag not too long ago so it wasn’t that bloody, thankfully. Even though Arthur had mentioned many times before that he had seen blood almost every day of his life, it wasn’t anything new or gross to him. Still, sometimes you felt a bit embarrassed. 

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” You reminded Arthur as he planted kisses along your neck while his hands squeezed your bare hips.

“Quit that. Lay down and relax, alright?” 

You nodded and laid back down flat on your back after you removed your button up shirt. Arthur hadn’t bothered removing any of his clothing since what he planned on doing didn’t involve him at all. Maybe afterward if what he had in mind didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t imagine anything bigger than a finger inside you would do anything other than cause more unnecessary pain.

He started with massaging your clit, working you up enough so you were shaking. Your little whimpers and moans were almost too much for him but he kept himself together and focused on you and you only. 

After a while of doing that he lightly trailed his fingers down your folds, teasing your entrance with feather-like touches. He kept his eyes on your face and searched for the slightest sign of discomfort, but he only found pleasure. You had your mouth slightly open, letting out quick puffs of air, and your eyes closed. 

“Don’t hesitate to stop me, you hear?” As if. After all the time you’d known Arthur, he still surprised you every day by how sweet he could be. You’d never find another man living as considerate, honest, and utterly selfless as Arthur Morgan.

“M’kay.” 

He looked at you for a few more seconds before he was satisfied that you were totally okay with everything. He then pushed one finger inside you, slow and only partial. Almost immediately he looked up to make sure you didn’t look like you were in any pain. You seemed fine, eyes still closed with your bottom lip between your teeth from anticipation.

You wished he would get on with it, you weren’t made of glass. But you knew he was just being careful, and plus, it wasn’t like you didn’t like when he teased you a little. In your experience, an orgasm always felt better after you had to work for it. 

When he was finally knuckle deep he tested out a gentle curl, knocking a moan out of you. “You alright girl?” He asked, his voice raw and husky, and stilled his movements. 

“Keep going.” 

He obliged and continued curling his fingers, making you forget about the pain going on inside you. You’d never actually fingered yourself whilst on your period, it would be too hard to hide the blood on your fingers if anyone walked in on you. You had settled for outside stimulation which usually eased your pain for a while, but this was a whole different feeling. It was as if you weren’t even on your period at all. No cramps, your spine didn’t ache and your legs weren’t sore to the touch. You didn’t even have a headache anymore.

It didn’t take you long to come. The feeling of his long thick fingers inside you coupled with the erotic image of him sitting fully clothes between your spread legs was too much to handle. Even if you wanted to prolong the whole thing you couldn’t, your orgasm came too sudden and fast for you to do anything about it. All you could do was let out a couple of swear words with his name thrown in a few times and came around his fingers.

Arthur was blown away, as he was every time he had the ‘privilege’, as he called it, to watch you come. “Jesus, woman.” Was all he could say.

You sat up with shaky arms, catching your breath as you ran your fingers through your hair. “That almost works better than morphine.” You joked and grabbed your shirt, slipping your arms through the sleeves but not bothering to button it back up.

“Speakin’a morphine, you should have some soon,” Arthur said as he watched you grab a new rag from the bedside table, wiping the cum and blood from your thighs before you handed it to the man beside you. “Unless the maid rode off with my money.”

“Oh, Arthur. You didn’t have to do that.” 

“Don’t ‘oh Arthur’ me.” He said as he wiped his fingers off, throwing the rag on the floor with the other one. “It was either that or cocaine, and you don’t need that right now. Last time you had some of that we couldn’t get you to sit down for ten minutes, you remember that?”

Shaking your head you laughed, getting one more rag to put in the pants you’d just slipped back on. “Yeah, I do.” You had chewed on far too many pieces of cocaine gum with the intention to get some work done around camp, but you ended up finishing all the chores within thirty minutes. So for the rest of the day, you were doing tasks that didn’t need to be done, such as over-hunting and fishing. The camp had to cook triple what they normally did every night so the food wouldn’t spoil. 

“I will admit, once you’re done with this whole bleeding thing it wouldn’t hurt to have you hunting again. You’re ‘bout the only one in camp besides me who can shoot anything without ruinin’ the meat.” 

You smiled at his compliment and laid back down, savoring the time you had left until the pain would kick back in. Hopefully, the morphine would get to you before then. “Thank you, Arthur. I feel much better now. You’re so good at that, I might start paying you to make me feel better instead of these maids.”

Arthur smiled and scooted up so he could lay down beside you. “Yeah, well, seeing you like that is all the payment I could ask for.” He kissed your cheek and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh yeah? Well, I think I’ve got some more to pay you.” 

Arthur held up his hand. “Don’t say nothin’ else.”

[cotton--dandy]

2 (mines snickers) 5, and 1 (can be about your last crush if yu dont have 1 now, tell us allabout them 🥰)

ohh thank u for sendin some, i hope ur valentine wishes come tru ! 💌💘

2.) favorite candy?

i dont like sweets that much so my fav candy is like any of the sour ones! or mexican candies. i love fun dip, sour worms, n all that! chocolate wise i like almond joys n snickers too :)

5.) what was your last kiss like?

it was back in november and it was nice! the boy had very soft lips. would like to kiss again someday maybe :/

1.) do u have a crush on anyone?

i kinda have a couple crushes but i dont think i have much of a chance with them.

one is my good friend who is soo sweet n always there for me. we became friends by playing hangman on our notes in class. we started a study group then texted a lot. he loves pokemon n disney movies n is rly funny. he has cute glasses n a beard. n wears a pin i gave him on his beanie. when hes drunk he texts or calls me n says how im an amazing valued friend. :')

the other is a boy with an amazing smile who asked for my number while he was working at target. we went on a date n got high n went to see the joker. hes so unique and gives off almost hippie vibes. just a rly open and fun person. he loves horror movies just like i do. n he likes scented candles bc he says they remind him of winter and happy times !

dandy mott from ahs is my forever crush tho. wearin a locket with his face in it as we speak lol

[mylutteoheart]

Valentine’s Day Times Two

This is officially the first fic I’ve written this year. This is a little different from all the other fics I’ve written but I hope you like it anyway. I know I’m early with this but I’m plannning on catching up on sleep after my morning class all day and I have other less interesting stuff to do as well. Anyway, happy valentine’s day to anyone who’s celebrating.

word count: 2.5k

Valentine's day was approaching and Simón had planned this first Valentine's day with Ámbar to be perfect. He had planned out every detail. For this day to be perfect, he asked for Luna's help and they decided to meet in the park to make sure his girlfriend won't know of all the surprises he had in store. He had thought long about this, he wanted this day to be unforgettable and he believes he is going to pull this off.

Luna was late to their meeting as usual but Simón was used to it and doesn't mind. He was sitting on a bench that holds a lot of memories for him and his girlfriend. He had comforted her right here after the whole Sharon fiasco. She was so sad that day and it broke his heart to see her like that. But he had such a warm feeling inside of him when he made her smile. He loved to see that sincere smile of hers, it was the most beautiful sight in the world.

"I'm sorry for being late." Luna interrupted his thoughts while she was breathing heavily.

"Luna, you don't have to apologize every time you're late. It's okay." he answered her and she sighed in relief.

"So tell me exactly what you're going to do tomorrow and I'll help you wherever I can." she said while sitting down next to him.

He already told her every detail but he just told her the things that still need to be this done this time. The more she heard about his plans, the more excited she got. She was truly happy for both of them.

After discussing the last details about tomorrow, Simón asked: "So what exactly do you have planned for your boyfriend tomorrow?"

Luna was a little confused about his question but she quickly realized something and Simón could tell by seeing the shock on her face. She shook him a little harder than intended and said: "I totally forgot about getting him a gift."

"Luna." he paused for a moment. "Don't worry, you still have time to get him something."

"You think so?" she frowned.

"Of course, I'll help you." he said as he stood up. "But if you want to get it in time, we have to look now."

Luna jumped up from the bench and she started walking as fast as she could.

"Where are you going?" Simón was a little confused.

"To the stores of course." she said turning around before getting back to walk.

Simón laughed at her sudden hurry and shook his head before following close behind.

***

Luna came home later after looking for a gift for hours. She still couldn't believe she had forgotten. But knowing Matteo, he would have planned something very romantic already. She couldn't help but feel guilty that she didn't think of anything to do tomorrow. She wanted to be the one to surprise him for once. Certainly, this gift would already be a surprise but she wanted to do better than that so she went through the night restlessly, trying to think of something for tomorrow. It had to be something flexible since she has no idea what he has planned this time.

She finally fell asleep after finding the perfect idea. But she didn't get to sleep much since Matteo woke her up calling.

She groaned as she picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Good morning to you too, chica delivery." he couldn't hide his laugh.

"Matteo." she sat up as she realized who was on the phone.

"Get ready, I'm taking you out in an hour." he said, not wanting no for an answer.

"You want to take me out in the morning?" she said, still a little sleepy.

"Of course, what I have planned is going to take a while so get ready." Matteo hangs up after this.

Luna had no idea what was going on. What would last so long that he needs her to be ready in the morning? She just hoped that it wouldn't take all day, she still had her surprise left and she really wanted to give it to him.

Her curiosity was strong though so she got up and got ready. Excited to have this second Valentine's day with Matteo. Last year, it was a great day, not much would top it but she somehow had the feeling that this was going to be even better.

***

Simón checked everything last minute and when he was sure, everything was set for the night. He went to the mansion to wish Ámbar a good morning. They both agreed to have lunch at their favourite restaurant today.

He was going to pick her up in time so they would be sure not to be late. When Simón rang the doorbell, the housekeeper opened the door and his heart was beating out of his chest. He was pretty nervous for tonight even when it's only lunch time.

The housekeeper called his girlfriend downstairs and she went down the stairs very slowly, she was wearing a red dress that fitted her body perfectly. Simón was speechless for a moment.

"Ámbar, you look beautiful." it was all he could say.

She gave him that big smile of hers again and it melted him just like every other time.

"Ready to go?" he asked as he held out his arm to reach for her hand. Instead of taking his hand, she leans in kisses him on his lips. He took him by surprise but kissed her back almost immediately. The kiss lasts for a while until they have to break apart to catch their breath.

After this, they walked hand in hand outside.

***

As promised, Matteo was picking her up exactly an hour after he called. Luna didn't really know what to wear so she went for a simple jeans with a top and a leather jacket. She hoped that she wasn't underdressed.

When she opened the door for him, he gave her one of his typical chico fresa smirks. Once he had a good look, his eyes started to shine and she could see adoration in his eyes. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, just like all those other times she looks into his eyes.

"Is this outfit okay fo where we going?" she asked a little unsure.

"It's perfect." with this, he comes closer to her and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Let's go."

She followed him closely while their fingers are intertwined. He led her to his car wich he recently bought and opened up the door of the passenger seat for her. She frowned as she was confused to what exactly they were going to do. She held on to her bag when she stepped in the car. She wanted to make sure she had his gift with her.

They drove for almost 2 hours to a beach with a pier. When he parked the car, she looked around her in admiration. She's never been here and she took in the view. Once she saw the theme park that was on the pier, she got excited and clapped her hands.

"Did you really bring us here?"

"Yes, I knew you always wanted to go to one of these things." he nodded towards the theme park as he talked.

They got out of the car, both smiling from ear to ear. They walked to the pier with their fingers intertwined. She stopped mid-walk and turned around to face him. She gives him a quick peck on the lips but he made the kiss last longer. Their kiss is slow and soft, they're both trying to savour the moment. When they pulled apart: "I love you, chico fresa."

"I love you too, chica delivery." they kisses again, both having big smiles on their faces.

They spend the day going on rides and eating cotton candy. Luna was happy to be here with him, she already had the perfect day with him but she is the only one of the two who knows it's about to get better. She's lucky that he picked this location, it will make her surprise even more romantic. She leaves him alone for a few moments to make the phone call. He had no idea what was going to happen next.

***

Simón and Ámbar had a great lunch. They ended up talking until it was time to leave the restaurant for people to have dinner. They haven't given each other gifts yet. They decided to do it tonight.

Ámbar was headed for the door when he stopped her right before the exit.

"What's wrong?" she asked a little confused.

"We can't leave yet." he said softly. Nerves building up inside of him.

"What do you mean?" she was even more confused now.

"Just follow me." he said and she listened.

Slowly, he led her to the rooftop of the restaurant, it was a beautiful location as it had a view on all of Buenos Aires. She was taken aback by the view that she didn't see what was on the rooftop. There, he put a trail of white roses on the ground that led to a white table with two chairs.

"Wait." she said as she looked down on the ground. She was silent for a minute. "It's just like..."

"When we first got together." he finished her sentence, smiling to himself that she made the connection.

"I love this so much." she said after having taken in her surroundings. She looks into his eyes and tells him: "I love you." Before he knew it, her lips were on his.

After their brief make-out session, they went to sit down at the table where there were already two glasses of wine served. They made a toast and after their glasses were empty, it was time for their gifts.

Simón was the first one to give his gift. He handed her a small bag. She opened it carefully and her eyes widened when she saw what was inside. It was a little lightning charm for her to put on her skate.

"This way, you'll always have me with you whenever you skate." He said as he put his hand over her hand that was resting on the table. He had to admit, it was cheesy but he couldn't think of a better gift than this one.

Small tears started appearing in her eyes but managed to blink them away and she managed to say: "Thank you so much, Simón, it's beautiful."

She put the charm back in the bag and put it away in her purse very carefully. "Now it's time to show you my gift."

She brought out a little box and Simón's curiosity came to the surface. He took it from her and opened it very slowly. Inside, there was a picture of them on guitar pick. He looked at her with a surprised look on his face.

"I made it so you could wear it with the other guitar pick aroud your neck." she clarified.

Simón was speechless so instead of using words, he used his actions to show her all that he feels. He crossed the distance that was created by the white table and kisses her deeply and passionately. She immediately answered his kiss with a deeper one.

When they broke apart, he rested his forehead on hers and they smiled at each other as wide as they possibly could.

"Happy Valentine's day Simón." she was the first one to say it.

"Happy Valentine's day Ámbar."

***

After they decided that they had enough of the rides in the theme park, Luna and Matteo sat down on a bench on the pier to look at the stunning view of the ocean and the beach. It was peaceful. They enjoyed the silence between them while he had his arm around her shoulder and she rested her head on his shoulder.

The silence was interrupted by a text Luna got, she looked up and saw what she's been waiting for: You're all set.

She got excited and faced Matteo with a huge smile: "Now it's my time to surprise you."

He frowned because he certainly didn't expect to hear this. He opened his mouth but she continued before he could say anything: "Come on." She stood up and held out her hand and he took it a bit hesitantly, not knowing what was about to happen.

She led him to the beach and she looked up at the sky that it was the perfect moment for her surprise since the sun was about to set. She smiled at herself that she was able to pull this all together in only one day.

Matteo still had no idea what was going on and looked around a little carefully. Trying to figure out what she was up to. When she noticed this, she pointed at a blanket that was spread across the sand and a picnic basket next to it. She was told that this part of the beach was private so they could enjoy each other's company without being interrupted by other people.

His mout fell a little open when he saw all the candles and flowers that were set around the blanket along with a bottle of champagne.

They walked to the blanket hand in hand and settled down. Luna never stopped smiling while Matteo was still a bit surprised by all of this and the burning question he had was finally asked: "How did you pull this off? You didn't even know we were coming here."

"Do you like it?" she asked a little unsure.

"I don't like it." he took a dramatic pause and when her face fell, he added "I love it." He pulled her in for a side hug. Holding her tight in his arms. Happy to be in this moment.

"You didn't answer my question though. How did you pull this off?" he said as they let each other go.

"I guess luck was just on my side today." she gave him a mysterious smile. It made him want to kiss her so he did, not caring about any further explanation anymore. She answered his kiss with eager. It was a deep and soft kiss to let each other know how happy they were at the moment.

When they pulled apart, he said: "Happy Valentine's day, Luna."

"Happy Valentine's day, Matteo." her face suddenly hit with realization. "Oh, I almost forgot." she said as she took the basket and took out everything that was inside. She took out all kinds of Italian and Mexican specialties. "They're all homemade." she paused. "I do have to say that my mom helped me cook." she laughed a little and it was infectious because he started to laugh as well.

"It's perfect, Luna." he assured her.

"I just thought that Mexican and Italian would be the perfect combinaation." she stated.

"I agree, in more ways than one that is." he answered her with a smile.

They started eating the food while holding hands, making the best out of this moment.

Now they could both agree that this day couldn't be more perfect than it already was.