#[ context: ... Valentine's day approaching ]

[captainseamech]

             Maybe if he stays at the bottom of the ocean during the upcoming month, no one will notice him...

[noahsresources]

ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS !

i know this topic is a bit overdone, but i wanted to make a more sfw romance & relationship headcanon meme! most if not all of these questions are related to romance and topics that may arise within romantic relationships, but without explicit nsfw topics!

1. what is your muse's sexual/romantic orientation? 2. has your muse been mainly attracted to masculinity, femininity, androgyny, or an even split (between two, many, or all of the options specified)? 3. has your muse been mainly attracted to men, women, non-binary people, another identity not specified, or an even split (between two, many, or all of the options specified)? 4. does your muse find any specific features particularly attractive? 5. what is your muse's ideal first date? 6. would your muse kiss on the first date? 7. where is your muse most sensitive? 8. is your muse a good kisser? are they experienced or inexperienced? 9. is your muse monogamous or polyamorous? would they be interested in a polyamorous relationship? 10. has your muse ever been cheated on? would they ever cheat on their partner(s)? 11. how comfortable is your muse with their appearance and their body? 12. does your muse get flustered easily? how would they typically react to compliments from someone they are interested in/dating? 13. what traits does your muse value in a romantic partner? 14. what traits does your muse want to avoid when it comes to choosing a romantic partner? 15. how does your muse feel about valentine's day? 16. what is/are your muse's love language(s)? 17. what are some of the signs that your muse shows their care/love without saying they love/care about their partner? 18. how does your muse feel about marriage? would they ever want to get married? 19. how many serious relationships has your muse been in? are they experienced or inexperienced when it comes to dating? 20. how does your muse feel about public displays of affection? would they engage in them? 21. is your muse more flirtatious or shy, or does it depend on the context? 22. does your muse tend to take on a more dominant or submissive role in the relationship, or does it vary based on circumstance? 23. would your muse be good at recognizing their partner's needs right away, or would it take some time? 24. is your muse proactive in communication with their partner(s), or is this something they need to work on? 25. does love and romance mean a lot to your muse? do they seek it constantly or let it come when it does? 26. is your muse more likely to be loud and proud about being in a relationship, or are they more quiet about it at first and open up about it over time? 27. is your muse more confident or shy when it comes to approaching someone they like? 28. would it bother your muse if they had differing interests from their partner(s), or would they delight in it? 29. how important is having (a) physically attractive partner(s) to your muse? 30. would your muse ever be in an open/non-exclusive relationship? would it make them insecure, or would they be open to trying it? 31. does your muse develop crushes easily? would they be open about it to a friend or keep it to themselves? 32. does your muse have an ideal "type"?

[gosmigenergy]

JUST DESSERTS

( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )

Summary: Frankie and Santiago decide to host a Valentine’s dinner however you’re already a little suspicious of what they have planned.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, swearing, minor angst because Santiago’s an idiot, sex pollen, group sex, oral - female receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), cream pie, voyeurism, choking, nipple play, oral - male receiving, hair pulling, spit roasting, gagging, squirting, allusions of masturbation (male), fluffy ending, nickname/pet names, no use of Y/N.

Word Count: 8.4k

Author's Notes: Just for a little context, here's the fic this one's related to.

You had spent all afternoon watching from a distance.

Frankie preferred you to be out of the kitchen when he was prepping a three course meal for multiple people, saying you were too much of a distraction. Reluctantly, you stayed out of his way and tried to keep yourself busy.

You heard his hushed profanity.

“You ok, babe?”

He was stuffing his phone into his pocket when you approached.

“I forgot an ingredient.”

Your head cocks to one side, brows furrowing. It was unusual, he was so methodical when it came to cooking, he’d never forgotten an ingredient since you’d started dating. Maybe it was Valentine’s Day nerves or because he was in someone else’s kitchen, you had to ask him why they chose Will’s place.

“I can go get it for you.”

“It’s ok, I’ve already messaged Pope.”

The pair of them had planned this evening together because you couldn’t quite book a table for five at a fancy restaurant on the day of love without being questioned. Not to mention the extortionate price rises, the candle lit table where you can barely see and the knowledge you would sit throughout dinner with four sets of eyes on you, all wanting the same thing.

“Soooo,” you bite your lip, “what do you want to do now?”

Leaning back, he folded his arms, eyes trailing you from head to toe. A shiver shot up your spine as his stare hung low, his tongue flicking over his lips and Frankie knew he had just enough time to do what he wanted to do.

When Santiago knocked on the door, it took a few minutes to get an answer.

He was just about to knock again when it swung open and revealed you, flustered and glancing down, he noticed your lack of pants. His one eyebrow quirked and a slight smirk came to his lips.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“You didn’t interrupt anything,” Frankie entered the living room. “I made sure she finished.”

The temperature in your cheeks rose to scorching, in all of your dating history, you’d never been caught and of course, it has to be Santiago who catches you after a thorough fingering. He’s fucking delighted.

You walk away from him before he can utter a word.

“He wouldn’t let me answer the door until I came,” you say, taking your shorts from Frankie.

“Gotta make sure you’re satisfied.”

A hand snakes around your back and he pulls you closer, squeezing the plumpness of your ass. You cup his whiskered jaw and place a kiss on his cheek before kissing him lightly on the lips, his fingers burying further.

“I’m just gonna clean up.”

“You’re welcome to stay like that,” Santiago chips in.

“I thought you were helping Frankie in the kitchen.”

You saunter away, purposefully not putting on your shorts just to rub it in his face a little.

“I hate you,” he turns to Frankie.

Frankie blinks at him, “You got the stuff.”

The pair of them go into the kitchen, ensuring they’re out of the way from prying eyes and Santiago pulls a tiny brown bag out of his pocket. Frankie snatched it from his hand and eased out the bottle, it looked like any other baking ingredient in a pipet bottle except it was fluorescent pink in colour.

“I still think we should tell her,” he said, bringing it closer for inspection.

“She’ll be fine.”

Frankie went to the fridge and brought the rest of the ingredients to the counter top.

“Ruby chocolate?”

“It’s fruity and should conceal the colour of that stuff.”

Santiago patted his friend on the back, “I knew I could trust you.”

Once you’d finished in the shower, you went to check on the pair of them in the kitchen. Santiago wasn’t being much help, merely standing there and talking whilst Frankie gently folded a pink concoction in a bowl. As you stepped closer, you caught the chocolate wrapper and knew you had to sneak a taste, slipping past Santiago.

Frankie clocked the single finger approaching and slapped your hand hard.

“Ow!”

He immediately put everything down and wrapped himself around you.

“I’m sorry, cariño, I’ve only made enough mousse for the five of us, no samples.”

You look up at him, your pouted lip beginning to quiver, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. It actually really fucking hurt but only Frankie knows why he had such a reaction and Santiago probably, you could only assume.

He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it better.

“There’s some chocolate spare in the fridge,” he glanced at Santiago as he spoke.

Santiago headed to the fridge and back, handing you the other unopened bar before boosting you onto the countertop next to where Frankie was working. You eased the paper packaging apart at the top and cracked the first line, breaking a square off.

“You got any questions about tonight?”

Santiago leaned in, opening his mouth slightly and you fed him the piece of chocolate in your hand.

There was only one question you could think of.

—

“Why are they hosting it at your place?” Benny asked his brother.

“Because I’ve got a big enough dining table.”

In all honesty, Will didn’t know if that was their reasoning, he was confused when they asked him too.

“They could have hosted it here.”

“With what table?”

Benny shrugged, “I could have got something.”

His brother was still living like a bachelor, no table just two stools on a breakfast bar, no spare bedroom or fold out couch, he shook his head. When Frankie arrived at his place with bags of ingredients, Will saw it best to get out of the way and offered to come and get Benny, who was trying to figure out what to wear.

“Don’t you have a dress shirt?”

Will watched on as Benny rifled through his wardrobe.

“Do I look like I would have a dress shirt? The moment I stopped doing parades, I got rid of ‘em.”

He would have offered him one if it wasn’t for the fact Benny’s lean physique would be swamped by his. There was already a pile of rejections on the floor including the one denim shirt he owned and the one that Benny had named his good hoodie.

“Who’s idea was it to dress up anyway?”

“Who do you think?”

“Ah, the man with a thousand black shirts.”

Will laughed, “Even Fish has a nice shirt, brother.”

“The coke one?”

Will folded his arms, brows knotting. Benny looked innocently over his shoulder, throwing his hands out.

“You know which one I mean.”

Narrowing his eyes, Will notices the stuffed shelves to the side of his brother and can make out two green sweaters amongst all the greys and blues.

“What about the green sweaters?”

Benny stepped to the side and pulled them out.

“Bunny likes this one.”

He held it up the forest green one and Will was about to say it would pass until he turned it round.

“Is that a cartoon character?”

Benny scowled at him, “It’s a video game character.”

“You never fail to surprise me,” Will pinched the bridge of his nose, “and the other one?”

Tossing another rejection to one side, Benny unfolded the other one, a lightweight knit with a v-neck and emerald green in colour. He’s pretty sure this was one his mother gave him, he wore it once or twice to please her and then pretended he’d lost it over Thanksgiving. He just hated wearing anything other than gym wear, jeans and a t-shirt.

Will was going to have to take him shopping.

“That’ll do.”

—

You’d finished getting ready just as the sound of keys entering the door. Tottering over, you grabbed the door handle and opened it before Will had chance to get it himself.

“You look as lovely as ever, Bunny.”

You brush the front of your pink and purple slip dress, turning round to show him the back, you’d even wore kitten heels for the occasion.

He hands you a bag whilst he takes another, “The Prosecco you like was on offer.”

“Oh, thank you,” you kiss his cheek and leave a mark.

Benny bashfully came in after his brother.

“Aw, Benny, that sweater brings out the colour of your eyes.”

His cheeks turned pink, this was the first time you’d seen him relatively dressed up.

“I told him that but he wasn’t impressed,” Will called from behind you.

You take his sweater by both hands and pull his body to yours, crashing your lips to his. Instinctively, he brings an arm to your waist to stop you from falling backwards as your frame arches.

“Thanks for dressing up for me,” you say after parting your lips, “I know you hate it.”

“If that’s the reaction I get, I might do it more often.”

A pop of a cork filled the room and Frankie was the first to complain.

“Christ, you could have given me a warning,” he said, the food he was tentatively placing on a finely toasted slice of bread now sprayed across the plate.

Santiago came out of the dining room to see what all the fuss was about and then ushered the three of you away from Frankie. He sat you at the top of the table with the Miller brothers either side before he switched on some background music and left to help Frankie serve.

“Can we have more light?”

“Honey, this is meant to be romantic.”

You hum, “Would be nice to see everyone’s faces.”

You had resisted saying anything for two courses, it only seemed right to see them for dessert. Frankie pulled out all the stops on food, to start was freshly made Bruschetta then he followed it with the first ever meal he cooked for you, steak with dauphinoise potatoes and greens. With everyone’s plates clear, he went to dish up dessert.

Santiago grumbled and turned the dial up a little, bringing a warm glow into the room.

“That’s better,” you smile even as he stares you down.

Frankie comes in with the first two plates, placing one in front of you. The pink mousse he was creating earlier was delivered with a handful of berries on the side.

“I’ve waited all afternoon to try this!”

You waited, fidgeting for the rest of the boys to get theirs with a spoon in your hand. The moment Frankie put his ass in his seat, you took the biggest portion you could.

“This is so good,” Benny said, continuing to stuff the mousse into his mouth.

It was good, you weren’t going to deny that. It was velvety smooth, the ruby chocolate adding a touch of fruitiness along with the berries but there was something else. You began to eat slowly, eyebrows knotted as you tried to decipher what it was.

Everyone kept eating before Will spoke up, scraping the last of it from his ramekin bowl.

“What was that floral flavour?”

That wasn’t quite it but you knew he was close.

“Special ingredient,” Santiago responded quickly.

Frankie sighed, “We’re gonna have to tell them eventually.”

“Tell us what?”

Benny was using his finger to scoop out what remnants he could, eyes flitting from Santiago to Frankie.

“Sooo, it’s not rose?”

Will’s query suddenly makes you feel queasy, unable to eat the last couple of spoonfuls so you place your cutlery down.

Santiago clocks it.

“No,” he says, folding his arms. “It’s Aphrodite’s Essence.”

Will looks at Santiago and Frankie before his brother, who sheepishly avoids eye contact.

A swell builds in your chest, the name is all too familiar and you don’t know whether to scream or cry or both. Instead, you bundle the cotton napkin from your lap in your hand and throw back your chair.

“You’re such a fucking dick, Santiago.”

You launch the napkin, hitting him square in the face as you flee from the room.

He calls your name but you ignore him, already bolting for the bedroom, swinging the door heavily. The slam echoes through the hall and Santiago goes to get up. Will gestures a hand for him to stop and he follows the order like any good soldier would.

“Give her a few minutes,” his eyes glanced to everyone again. “And you can tell me what the fuck is going on.

—

Santiago was hesitant to go in, he didn’t quite know what was behind the door. The four of them had talked it out, Will was pissed with every single one of them for a fleeting moment. Benny and Santiago almost ended up in a shouting match whilst Frankie remained quiet until he decided to step in and shut them up.

“Sure you don’t want to do this?”

He looked over his shoulder at Will who shook his head, he was always shaking his head at one of them.

“It’s gotta be you, man.”

His friend was right, Santiago just hated it.

Taking a breath, he rapped the door but you didn’t respond. He takes it as a good sign and squeezes past the threshold as he opens the door enough to fit through.

“Hey.”

You’re sat up, back against the headboard of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around the teddy Will won you. In the darkness, he could just about make out your teary eyes and he switched on the nearest the nearest lamp to give off some light.

You sniff, “Hey.”

He sits at your feet and you move them back.

“Honey, I’m sorry.”

“The last time we saw each other, you wanted to slow down on all of this shit then you go and —“

You lose your words, you’re so mad at him.

“I know, it’s bad timing on my part.”

You look away, pushing your cheek into the soft fabric underneath.

This wasn’t bad timing, he’d made an idiotic decision to get revenge on Benny and thrown everyone else into the mix with them.

“You remember how scary it was for me, I thought I was going to die.”

“But you didn’t, Fish and I made sure of that.”

“It doesn’t mean I want to go through it again.”

“It’s about ten percent of what you had last time, fifteen tops. We added a little extra just to make sure it works.”

“Couldn’t you have just laced Benny’s?”

“Would you want to be around Benny with that stuff in his system and without any in yours?”

“No,” you hugged the teddy closer. “You could have made him go it alone.”

“I’m mean but I’m not that mean.”

“You could have warned me,” your voice was timid.

He rested a hand on your foot, his thumb stroking your ankle. You were right, Frankie was right but he wouldn’t admit he was wrong.

“Would you have eaten it if you knew?”

You breathe in, the stutter in your chest that you only get from crying. Dropping a hand, you hold onto his thumb, eyes returning to him.

“I guess not.”

He hummed, he guessed as such.

“We’ve got to make sure we all have a level playing field,” he handed you the last of your dessert. “I had to fight Benny before he had the rest.”

Your smile peeks from behind the green dome head and you let go of his thumb, taking the dish. You eat the final spoonfuls and hand it back.

“How long till it kicks in?”

“Somewhere between thirty minutes to an hour.”

“So I have time to fix my makeup?”

He double checks his watch, “Plenty.”

Santiago continued to draw circles on your ankle, listening to your breathing as it steadied into its usual pace.

“Am I forgiven?”

“We’ll see how the night goes.”

He slips off the bed and onto his feet, leaning forward to brush his nose against the crown of your head.

“We’ve got you,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You wait until he leaves the room to sort yourself out. In the bright light of the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of how messy you looked, mostly from the mascara trailing down your cheeks like rainfall. Wiping it away, you reapply everything and fix your hair, rearranging your tits under your dress.

“Need any help?”

After hearing the hive of activity in the kitchen, you popped your head through to the dining room.

“All good, sweetheart.”

Will was alone, carefully stacking dinnerware and blowing out candles. You step further in, playing with your hands.

“I kind of ruined dinner, didn’t I?"

“Hardly.”

Santiago ruined dinner, you merely reacted how most people would having found out their food had been laced. He was surprised he’d taken it so well himself.

You hovered nervously, waiting for his attention.

Leaving the plates on the table, he wanders over to you and coils an arm around your frame, pulling you close. His touch is hotter than usual, palm scorching through the slip dress you wore and you try to figure out how long you’d been gone from the room.

“Can I fix you a drink?”

You smile, “Please.”

He took everything in his hands and told you to head to the lounge. Following him, you part ways and you perch on the couch.

You recognised the similarities of last time beginning to trickle through your system. The elevation in your heartbeat, the rise of temperature in your skin that felt as though you were basking in the afternoon sun. It felt like your lips were getting plumper, your eyes growing bigger, the colours of the room becoming vibrant.

“Benny’s insisting whatever this is isn’t working,” Will chuckled. “Fish is fighting with him to not put a couple more drops straight into his mouth.”

“And what do you think?”

You take the glass from his hand and scoot to the side to allow him space next to you. Taking a sip, every bubble pops along your tastebuds, the flavour sinking in deep.

He shrugs, “I don’t know, what am I supposed to be looking for?”

Leaning back, his eyes roam over your body, noticing how you seem to be glowing. Each inch of bare skin he looks at tingles and you wonder if this is how it starts when you take a normal dose. He stretches his hand, fingertips skimming over your shoulder blades and the shiver travels down your spine, pulsating in your pussy. Something travels from you to him, electricity shooting up his arm and his face turns serious.

“On the table.”

You cock your head to the side, “The coffee table?”

“Front on the coffee table, ass facing me.”

“You sure?”

His one eyebrow arches and he folds his arms, tipping his head towards the table quickly.

You swallow, mouth drying as you listen to his instruction. Slipping effortlessly off the couch, you crawl to the coffee table and move a few items out of the way before you drape onto the cold glass top. Glancing over your shoulder, you see his glazed stare, Aphrodite’s Essence soaking into every fibre of his being.

You knew you were in trouble when his hands reached for his belt.

Your desire was already pooling, the nice underwear set you wore an afterthought as you leaned to show your ass to him.

Will glanced to where the other guys were talking before lifting himself up and dropping to his knees. He tapped your ankles and you spread yourself wider. Grabbing the hem of your dress, he lifted it over the curve of your ass, displaying the dark patch already present on your knickers.

“You shouldn’t have worried about the underwear.”

You frown, looking further over your shoulder.

“Didn’t expect to already be this turned on, thought you would like them.”

“Any other night I would.”

You gasp as he cups a hand over your pussy, pushing against your mound and forcing the bottom half into your wet folds. Whining, you lean to his touch, back bowing. The noises you make cause his cock to harden, already straining against the fabric of his pants.

“Fuck,” he growls, hungrily yanking down your knickers.

He parts your ass cheeks to gaze upon your glistening folds, arousal weeping from your entrance. You breath shudders in anticipation as you break eye contact and face the dark television screen.

You watch as he stares longingly before shuffling back and lowering himself, his broad shoulders visible either side.

He flattens his tongue to your folds and licks up slowly. The mewl you gift him is intoxicating, how your body shakes only sweetening it. Your juices already dribble onto his chin, every moan he gives scattering through your nerves.

Unlike last time, the sensation isn’t as intense, instead it softly spreads a warmth through your body, like the tingle you get from coming in from the cold.

Will continued to eat your pussy, tongue slipping between your lips and teasing your inner walls. Then he tilted his head back and moved forward, mouth locking around your clit. It came alive, your legs threatening to lock if he hadn’t forced you to widen, hands gripping harder.

The sweat was arriving to his forehead, his head cloudy as you engulfed him.

You try to hold onto the table top, clammy palms slipping on the glass as you stretch your fingertips in front. Yet, he fights you, continuously pulling you back until you managed to break free.

“Where are you going, Bunny?”

Turning your upper half, you see his dishevelled appearance, messy blond hair and bright red cheeks.

“Nowhere,” you bat your eyelashes, tongue flicking to dampen your lips.

A smile grows on his face, “Good.”

He unbuttoned his shirt, chest heaving as he scrambled to get the fabric from his skin. Standing up, he stripped down to nothing, eyes not moving from you.

Everyone else remained in the kitchen, talking, unaware of the situation enfolding on the opposite side of the wall.

Kneeling down, Will kissed your lips and brought his weight down on you, pining you to the table top. His hardened cock pushed into the valley of your ass, nestling sweetly between your cheeks. You moan, inviting him to shove his tongue into your mouth and meet your own.

His hands trail up your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he carried on up your body and over your stomach, hitching your dress higher.

Sinking his teeth into your bottom lip, he tugs gently before releasing it and nuzzling into your neck. His whiskers scratch your skin as he suckles and the essence in your system screams desperately to be covered head to toe in his marks.

You nudge your ass into him, grinding against his stiff length as your want becomes too much.

Groaning, he snakes a hand between the pair of you and takes hold of his cock. He brushes the tip over your asshole, causing you to shiver before he gathers the juices pooling at your opening.

You have little time to prepare yourself as Will ploughs through your folds and fills you to the hilt. It took the air from your lungs, your arms slipping on the smooth material beneath you. He brings his hands to your shoulders, chest firmly set on your back as he squeezes you, pressing you firmly to the base of his cock.

He waits to see your fingers grip the edge of the coffee table, knuckles almost turning white before he pulls easily through your slick and slams into you again and again. Each one of his overwhelmed senses was only able to focus on you. The final hint of your perfume as the aroma of each other’s sweat hit his nostrils, your frantic cries as you begged for more, your wrecked appearance reflected in the tv.

In the stifling heat of your bodies, you could only think of his cock.

How it glided and buried itself within your walls which pulsed as they attempted to take hold of his length, how every stroke hit the multiplying number of sweet spots in your weeping cunt. It was becoming almost unbearable, you just needed to cum.

“Will,” there was a sense of urgency in your tone.

His breath burns your neck, “I promise I’m close.”

You whine, toes curling as the desire is fit to burst in your belly.

He let go of one shoulder and brought his arm just below your neck, holding you to his chest. His other hand moves downwards, stroking your side with a featherlight touch that has your body vibrating in anticipation. Tucking it underneath, he pulls back the hood of your clit before pressing a fingertip to the bundle of nerves.

His arm locks around your neck as you begin to squirm.

Words fail you, nothing coming out of your mouth but tiny squeaks and the sound of you choking to get air into your lungs. Your eyes are shut tight, the inside of your lids decorated with pinpricks of white and pink.

He takes a few more thrusts until he can no longer force his way through your closing walls. He holds you as close as he can as you stop fighting and your hands cling onto his arm, the orgasm surging through you. Your pussy throbs until you milk him dry, his rasp hot in your ear as your bodies mould into one.

When you catch your breath, the adrenaline pumping through your veins approaches your chest and dispels into giggling.

“Shiiit…”

The laughter was contagious, Will’s chest rumbling against your back before he lifted himself from you. His cock draws out of you as he rests onto his heels and he watches you push his thick white cum from your opening, the audible churn as it dribbled out.

“Is this what happened last time?”

“Sort of,” you look over your shoulder, “except this is much more fun.”

His still stiff length twitched at your words and his cheeks went even redder.

“I’m gonna get some water, want anything?”

You pick yourself up, legs shaking and your dress falls over your frame covering the evidence, if you ignored that he was completely nude.

“I’m good,” you say, closing the space between you.

Leaning in, you kiss him, the flavour of your juices soaking into your lips. When he pulls away, he winks and retreats to the kitchen. 

Inside the others had carried on talking, Santiago on drying duties whilst Benny cleaned. Frankie clocked him first, eyes darting over Will’s post sex image and he stepped aside to allow him entry to the sink. Will grabbed whatever glass he could and knocked his brother out of the way, immediately switching on the tap.

“What the fuck?” Benny couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

Santiago leaned against the counter top and admired the view as Will chugged before going in for another.

“You ok?”

“Fucking fantastic, brother,” Will smiled at Santiago.

“See, Benny, it is working.”

Benny rolled his eyes, “My brother’s hard on is not proof that it’s working.”

Santiago didn’t know what other proof he could give, he shrugged, opening up his hands in disbelief.

“Will’s got a hard on, I’ve got a hard on and Fish—”

Abruptly, he stopped talking when he realised Frankie wasn’t even in the room any more. He ran his hand over his mouth, fingers tugging gently on his bottom lip as he thought about his next move.

“Come on,” he strode to the door.

Benny threw the sponge into the sink and followed him, Will stayed put, downing water to rehydrate himself. In the lounge, the other two were greeted by a euphoric sight.

Frankie had already made himself comfortable with his shirt unbuttoned, jeans and underwear pulled down his thighs and sat on the one armchair. You were sat on his lap, legs tucked either side of his as you sat with your ass to him, now fully naked. Slowly, you lifted yourself up and down his shaft, sweet and delicate grunts falling from your lips.

One of his broad hands was on your hip, fingers deep into the flesh as he guided you gently, the other at your neck, shaping your back into a perfectly formed arch. You tilted your head to look at him, eyelids heavy as the cock drunkenness begins to set in and his blown eyes reflect back at you.

“Looks like we have an audience,” he drawls.

Your eyes break away from his so you can catch a glimpse at who’s watching, through the fog of the essence you can tell it’s Benny and Santiago. A sharp sting comes across an ass cheek and you yelp, attention returning to Frankie.

“Feeling it?”

Benny took the question as rhetorical, of course he was feeling it now. His cock grew in a matter of seconds, the bulge visibly drawing the tension in his pants and Santiago tried not to look at it. 

Instead, he starts to unbutton his shirt, walking towards you and Frankie hungrily. He places a single finger on your knee and follows your form, a delicate touch over every curve before he takes his thumb and squeezes your nipple.

You bite your lip to stop the moan from coming, a slight stutter in the movements of your hips.

Santiago steps forward and looks down on you, beads of sweat on your hairline and flushed cheeks - god he loved you like this.

“How’s it going, Bunny?”

You gasp for air, “Good.”

His head tilts to one side, eyes flicking to Frankie.

“Just good? I’m sure Francisco and Will are better than that.”

Frankie’s fingers constricted around your neck causing your inner walls to pulse, more juices to flow down his length.

“They are,” you plead with them. “They’re so fucking good.”

Santiago could forgive you, words never came easily when you were overstimulated. Your hips had stopped moving and you sat heavily on Frankie’s length, your hand wrapping around his wrist as he loosened his hold on your neck.

He looked at his friend, “Can I join you?”

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the way their eyes met.

Frankie removed his hands from you and you straightened you back, eyes following Santiago as he repositioned himself in front of the pair of you. Your hips had begun rolling of their own accord, only widening Santiago’s smile as Frankie hissed.

He roughly snatched your hands in response, bringing them together behind your back before he placed one of his in between your shoulder blades and eased you forward. You watched, saliva building as Santiago unbuckled his belt, slipping it swiftly from the loops. There are so many ways he could use it yet it gets tossed to the side along with his shirt and pants.

He picks your chin up, “Don’t look so disappointed.”

How could you be disappointed?

Frankie takes your ass in his hand, pushing to encourage you to start riding him. You’re slow at first, trying not to go hell for leather like the essence wanted, and at this angle, you can’t see him just hear how he purrs.

Santiago holds two fingers in front your face and you part your lips, running your tongue along the underneath as he slipped them in. You rolled your tongue around them before he pulled them out, a string of spit hanging briefly between the both of you. Licking your lip, you open your mouth wide enough for his stiff length and girth.

Tipping your head, you stick out your tongue and lick the precum from his radiating tip, the sharpness hitting your tastebuds. He sighs, cupping your jaw and drags you along his cock, stepping forward to graze the back of your throat.

“That’s it.”

His hands drop to his side as he allows you to the control.

You bounce on Frankie’s lap and swallow Santiago in tandem, moaning at the sensation of being full but also the fire in your muscles from being trapped in this position. After a few minutes, Frankie meets your hips with a thrust and you gag on Santiago’s cock as it twitches.

“You alright, cariño?”

You give a muffled response.

Looking up bleary eyed, Santiago’s one eyebrow arches as he double checks on you. You flutter your eyelashes when he brushes the hair from your face and tucks the strands behind your ear. His hand hovers before he runs his fingers into your roots and takes a fistful, the prickling travelling down your neck and shooting down your spine.

He begins to bob your head for you, the tip of your nose tickled by the hairs that line the base of his cock.

Benny had to get out of his clothes.

He scrambled to remove his sweater before freeing his cock from it’s prison. Dropping to the couch with a groan, his length swung towards his navel, this must be what it’s like when someone stumbles across one of his videos.

Every sound the three of you make floods the room, the smell of sweat as the heat builds and can no longer fight the overwhelming urge to wrap his hand around his throbbing shaft. He flinch, his cock so sensitive it’s like he was stupid enough to touch fire. Pushing through it, his jaw locked as he clench his jaw and cautious spread the bead of precum over his head.

Santiago heard movement and track Benny as if he had eyes at the back of his head. He adjusted his stance to let him see you, your features enhanced even from the distance. The glistening of your spit over your lips and round your mouth as you sucked Santiago’s cock, the wave in your throat as he moves in and out, the peaks of your tits wobbling every stroke Frankie took.

The rest of the world blurred around the edges.

Frankie could feel his legs seizing, the knot in his stomach tautening, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He was dizzy from the high, different to the one used to gain from drugs, if he didn’t cum soon he was going to black out.

“We’re gonna need to hurry this up.”

Santiago gave him a singular nod.

Frankie let go of your wrists and tucked them just above your elbows before lifting himself from the armchair. Santiago kept you steady as he moved back and you almost didn’t notice you’d changed position until Frankie snapped his hips, plunging deeply into a new spot.

The vibrations of your groan sent shockwaves through Santiago.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth.

He brought another hand to the back of your head, strategically placed in a way to not obstruct Benny’s view. He helped you take him smoothly as Frankie slammed into you again and again, making you see stars.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, stay with me.”

This was the first time Santiago had seen you go crossed eyed, your tongue so loose you were drooling down your chin, each choked huff sugary sweet.

Frankie could feel the essence pumping through his veins, his crotch was burning as his desire increased until he balls were full enough to explode. His final thrust forced you into Santiago’s stomach and he held you there as his seed coated your walls before your whole body trembled.

When Santiago came, he spilled his load deep into your throat until you swallowed every last drop. The orgasm carried on, your muscles spasming to the point where you pushed Frankie’s cock from your pussy. Your juices flowed after and in the pink coated darkness you could hear Santiago singing his praises, pulling his shaft from your mouth.

Your arms are still held strong by Frankie who worried you were about to collapse before the room came back into view. Santiago was crouch in front of you, rubbing your cheeks until you stopped seeing double.

“I thought it wasn’t meant to be this intense.”

He shook his head, “I dunno, honey, maybe it’s to do with the hormones.”

You were surprised he understood you, your tongue going numb.

Frankie coiled an arm around your chest and straightens you up, holding you close until you stop feeling floppy. However the goosebumps arrive on your skin as you can still feel a set of eyes drilling into you and your eyes finally drift to Benny.

He’s still sat down, his hand firmly clutched around his cock.

Frankie kisses you on your temple before he unravels you, allowing you to approach Benny, who’s hand relaxes. You pierce your lips together, your head dropping to one side as you inspect his length. Your fingertips skim the back of his hand that had settled onto the arm of the couch and his stern expression melts away.

“Need a hand?”

He shuffles forward, head falling back so he can gaze upon your beauty.

“You could use a break…”

Your heart sinks.

“So hold onto my shoulders,” he stands as he speaks, crowding you, “and I’ll do the rest.”

Curiosity paints your face as you look up at him doe-eyed. He raises his eyebrows before he moves quickly, hooking his arms under your ass and lifting you off the floor. You scream, instincts kicking in as your arms winding round his neck and legs opening to wrap around his waist. Burying your head in your arms, he feels how tense you are, muscles shaking in your effort to hold on.

He chuckles when he feels your nails dig into his back.

“Relax, I got you.”

You lift your head up, leaning back to be greeted with beaming face. Your arms loosen up, your spreading hands sending a hot flash down his spine causing his cock to twitch. He repositions his hands to hold more firmly onto the meat of your ass, lining up with your opening. As your legs relax, he slowly sinks you down, cock entering your spent pussy with ease.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, eyes peeking to watch as his shaft disappeared.

Your inner walls pulsed as he dropped you inch by inch. The base of his spine was on fire, reaching over his hips, burning in his groin and he swore he could shot his load in you there and then.

When he filled you to the hilt, he let you become accustom to the angle and waited until you focused on him. Your chest was picking up speed as your heart rate quickened and skipped, the adrenaline of pleasure entering every end of your body. The flush was returning back to your cheeks, pearls of sweat on your décolletage as he watched.

“Just remember what I told you,” he says when your eyes finally meet.

He dragged his cock as you whine from the loss before he thrust back in, gradually increasing the speed.

Frankie tuts, “Show off.”

Santiago smiled, if his knees didn’t hate him, he would have taken you like this at some point. The training Benny did as well as his physique in general, helped him without the need for wall support though it wasn’t going to last.

You couldn’t take your eyes off Benny.

His furrowed brows as his head hung low, infatuated with how you were taking him, how more juices seemed to flow with every penetration. His dirty blonde locks fell in front of his face, the centre of his chest gaining a sweaty dew, his huffs a rumble against the thunderous claps of each other’s skin.

The tip of his cock nudge at the same soft spot every time, turning your legs to jelly.

“Benny, Benny, please,” you beg.

“Almost there, Bunny.”

His hips were moving as fast as they could, his grasp sinking deeper into your ass yet he could feel you going limp. When he craned his neck, your fingers were slipping to his neck, upper body slopping away from him. Suddenly, he was seeing everything in slow motion, the ripple that travelled through your curves every time he rocked his hips, your tits bouncing. Your head was thrown back, mouth slack as you tried to gain air in your lungs.

Every part of him began to stiffen from his neck towards his chest and abdominals, from his feet to his legs. His movements got sloppy before his ass clenched and the desire he held within dispersed, surging through his veins. The last thing he could do was move a hand to your back and shove your chest to his.

He grunted animalistically, hips jerking as he pumped you full of his cum.

You shuddered as another orgasm washes comes yet there’s no sound from your lips, that underwater sensation washing over you. All you can hear is Benny’s pounding chest, the ragged breaths he releases when finishes.

There’s a wobble as he staggers backwards before collapsing on the couch. He settles, twisting your head to one side to give you fresh air, the hand on your back rubbing soothingly. Another one of the boys approaches, you can’t tell who, and you listen to Benny drink hurriedly.

You don’t know how much time passed until you could lift your head.

“Thought we’d lost you.”

In your cock drunk state, you managed to focus on him admiring you. He brings a hand to your cheek, a thumb trailing over the hot skin and you tilt your head to deepen the touch.

“You’re gonna need this.”

Will crotched down next to you two, placing a hand on your shoulder. You lift your head, sluggishly moving the rest of your body and using Benny to push yourself up with your hands.

Looking to Will, he holds out an entirely full water bottle and winks before you take it off him. He clears the hair from your face as you tip your head back, chugging as the Millers keep their eyes firmly on you. You remove the bottle from your lips and take some big inhales before you can eventually speak.

“You two ok?”

Frankie and Santiago were staring dumbfounded until you snapped them out of it. The tips of Frankie’s ears went bright red and his eyes took a sideward glance to Santiago.

“All fucking good, Bunny.”

You knew Santiago was teasing you except you couldn’t care less.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s take you to bed.”

You move your legs first, setting your feet on the floor, then you press your palms deeper into Benny’s defined abs to lift yourself. Both of you groan as you raise yourself from his cock which landed heavily to his navel.

All of the boys were still hard and the desire already ignited again.

“Everyone’s coming, right?”

Will took your hand, “Do you really need to ask?”

You walked across the room, glancing over your shoulder when you notice Benny isn’t following, his body solidified to the couch.

“I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“Getting tired, Ben?”

He hated being called Ben and out of all of them, he knew he could last longer than Santiago. Flicking his middle finger, you left him to take a break, sharing one more fleeting glance to see him smiling as you stepped out of view.

—

Waking up in the middle of the night, you found yourself in between of Benny and Santiago, the three of you in the guest room. Both were out cold, their rising chests slow as they breathed softly, tangled in the sheets.

You wiggle from under the covers and crawl over the bed without disturbing them… or so you thought.

“Where are you going, honey?”

Santiago stirs, rolling onto his back, you can both just about see each other’s faces.

“I’m going to check on Frankie and Will.”

“They’ll be fine.”

You fold your arms and huff, “I’m still mad with you, remember.”

There was a pause.

“How could I forget.”

He turned over, shuffling closer to Benny.

Opening the door, you slip out and tiptoe down the hall before gently entering Will’s bedroom. It doesn’t take much to wake him, the dip in the mattress caused him to lift his head.

“Coming in with us?”

You hum and he tosses his side of the duvet aside for you to get in. Tucking yourself to Frankie, you draw your arms in and press your forehead to his back. He mumbles something incoherently and you sigh, a quiet smile coming to your lips.

Will pulls the covers over you and himself before coming near, his warm palm spreading across your stomach as he snuggled you.

In the morning, both sides of the bed were empty. You blink, squinting as your eyes adjust to the light streaming through a single slither in the curtains. Taking your time, you gradually haul yourself out of bed and stagger around the room to find something to wear. You pull on one of Will’s t-shirts and venture down the hall.

The house was alive, the smell of pancake batter frying in butter, the sound of chatter and laughter. You thought you may just be able to slip into the kitchen with them, nick a piece of incredible crispy bacon that would be on the griddle pan whilst one of them tried to pass you a drink.

Santiago’s spider-senses were tingling.

Suddenly he appeared in the hallway, holding two mugs in his hands. You freeze before he juts his chin towards the office and you go where you’re told. He follows behind and you shut the door behind him, placing the mugs down on the dark wood desk.

“What have I got to do for you to forgive me?”

He asked as soon as the mechanism of the handle clicked.

“Morning, Santi,” you say, not turning round.

“Morning, honey,” the words rush out. “So?”

You sigh, stepping forward whilst you hugged your frame.

“You’re forgiven.”

“Since when?”

“Since you managed to get five orgasms out of me.”

He’s lucky last night actually went so well.

Santiago wanted to correct you, tell you it was actually six but this was not the time to for bragging rights.

“Then what have I got to do for you not to be mad at me?”

“I’m not mad.”

He swore under his breath, in his second language so you couldn’t understand or maybe you could, he didn’t know by this point. Your attitude told a different story, you were closing yourself off to him, that constant soft smile of yours no longer there. He bites his tongue, not wanting to lose his shit, not wanting this to become a screaming match or for him to yell at you for acting like a child.

Your eyes were starting to turn glossy with oncoming tears and he saw how hard you swallowed, your jaw locking.

“Bunny…” 

His anger subsides, his tone less harsh. He comes to you, gently wrapping an arm around your back, the other hand cupping your face.

“Talk to me.”

“I don’t want you to lie to me,” the words caught in your throat.

Santiago nodded, his deep brown eyes searching your face.

“Or plan something as stupid as last night without consulting me.”

He shakes his head, “It wasn’t stupid.”

Now, who’s acting like a child?

“Santi,” you extend the ‘i’ at the end of his name, using your hands to cover your face out of sheer frustration.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.”

You fight him as he tries to pry your hands away until he stops and walks away. He approaches the desk and takes a coffee, leaning his ass against the edge, folding one leg in front of the other. When you drop your hands down, all you can see is his smirk.

“So, where do you stand on surprises?”

“Surprises?”

He hums, staring over the lip of the cup as he drank.

You try to keep your composure, straightening your back and folding your arms again but Santiago can tell your fit to burst.

“Depends how stupid they are.”

“Yeah,” his eyebrow arches, “A trip to Disney is kind of stupid.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

There had been conversations about a trip. The boys all wanted different things, Will was happy to hop from state to state trying higher end motels, his brother mentioned the desert and horses. Frankie was fine if there was a body of water, preferably a lake, whilst Santiago said a cabin in the woods with a hot tub. 

You vaguely remember alluding to the fact you hadn’t been to the parks in over ten years but if you were going to do it, you wouldn’t want just the day there.

The moment you said the ‘D’ word, Santiago groaned. It wasn’t that he hated it, more that he detested the idea of being surrounded by kids, overpriced food and Benny singing ‘it’s a small world after all’ on loop.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

“You’re lying.”

“You didn’t want me to lie to you anymore,” he held his hands up.

He’s grateful he put his coffee down as you sprint to him and throw your arms over his shoulders, crashing your lips squarely to his.

“I love you, Santi,” you say when you pull your lips away.

He doesn’t say anything and you scowl.

“You gonna say it back?”

He smiles, “Love you, honey.”

You give him a peck on the cheek.

“Am I allowed to let the boys know that I know?”

“Sure.”

With that you were gone, door left wide open.

“Bunny, your drink!”

The rest of them stood in the kitchen, chatting about what they could remember from last night, cradling cups of coffee and tea. It was the picture of calm until you burst in, bounding onto Benny who almost lost his balance as he took the weight of you around his neck.

“Hot pan!” He flung his arm out.

“We’re going to Disney,” you screamed.

Frankie and Will groan in unison. Benny put the pan down and wrapped his arms under your ass, scooping you up to his waist before talking to you enthusiastically about the trip without giving away any details.

“Pope, seriously man?”

“I thought we were telling her closer to the date.”

He shrugged, “I had to.”

Santiago would never admit why though Will gave a knowing nod and smile before turning his attention to you. He took the handle of the frying pan and switched the gas on as you twist your head round.

“Pancakes?”

“Please,” you replied softly and started discussing what you wanted to do. “We should do the drink around the world challenge!”

“Yes!”

“No,” Frankie and Santiago said immediately.

You pout to them as Benny places you down on the counter top. It’s short lived as you watch Will pour the batter perfectly into the pan with an accompanying sizzle. Benny still talks and you stuff your face with strawberries whilst Santiago and Frankie look on.

“You’re getting soft in your old age.”

“Shut up.”

Frankie knew full well it wasn’t old age.

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❪⠀🪐.⠀couch cuddles⠀𓏔⠀seo changbin⠀❫

☆ㅤseo changbin x afab!reader ( valentine's collab oneshots )⠀★⠀3.4k words

synopsys: everyone knew that changbin and you had met at ikea. you had been friends for years, and yet he never got tired of repeating the anecdote that had brought you together. there was one part he had never told you, though: he had asked his parents to buy that green sofa on which you had been sitting together in that first meeting. that very same couch you always ask cuddles in when one of your dates goes wrong.

note: not happy at all with how this turned out, and i know it's a little bit angsty before all the fluff but happy valentine's day cuties !!

Everyone knew that Changbin and you had met at Ikea. You had been friends for years, and yet he never got tired of repeating the anecdote that had brought you together that afternoon when you had gone to the Swedish shop with your family. It had been a very chaotic first meeting, as it could only be if it had happened between the two of you, but there was one part he had never told you. Whenever the subject came up he would ask you to narrate how it had been, with that pout and puppy eyes he knew you couldn't resist, and he would just stare at you, a smile curving his lips, hiding a part of your story that you didn't know.

You always started your story with a little context, saying that you had just turned sixteen, that your parents had decided to move when they found out they were going to have another baby, that it was a weekend in January and you hadn't started high school yet, that you had planned to travel to Gwangmyeong, where your grandparents lived, and visit the Ikea that had opened in the area. And Changbin couldn't help but stand still when he heard those words, because he knew what it was you were going to start talking about, and he loved to hear it from your lips, so he would command everyone to be quiet, to let your voice echo in the silence as you spoke.

And then you explained, under Changbin's attentive gaze, how you had driven to the shop after lunch, parking as close to the entrance as possible, and how you had to take care of your two little siblings, then aged eight and five, while your parents talked to each other about what furniture to buy for the new home. You dwelled on the details, making eye contact with Changbin from time to time, prolonging the moments before you first spoke, creating some expectation, and he knew it, but he didn't mind because he enjoyed it as much as you did.

And when you had described how small you had felt in such a big place 一the biggest Ikea in the world at the time一, when you had let slip that your parents had been so focused on shopping that you and your siblings had been left behind, when your face was a shadow of the worry, the panic you had felt at the time, then you broke the news: your brother, the troublesome eight-year-old, had gone missing. You, at sixteen, had found yourself in a maze of kitchens and living rooms with your younger sister clinging to your leg, your heart pounding, and the uncertainty of whether you would be able to find Doyun in such a large space.

Changbin's heart always twisted in agony at that part of the story, just as it had done when, already desperate, you had approached the first boy of your own age you had seen 一he一, whispering if he had seen a kid with your brother's description. He had hated seeing you like that, absolutely distressed, on the verge of tears, pretending in front of your little sister that Doyun was playing hide-and-seek. Both she and you had looked at him as if he could miraculously find him, with a blind confidence that had made him assure you that he hadn't seen him, but that he would help you look for him. He had whispered to little Jia that it would be fun, and had taken her hand, turning to you only to see you smiling hopefully at him.

At the time, and he had never acknowledged it, he hadn't cared for Doyun. He certainly wanted to find him, that was what your eyes and the values his parents had taught him screamed at him, but at the same time he longed for the way your face had relaxed at the sight of him, when he had told you not to worry, that he would find him. How calm you had been, just as you always said you were, knowing he was by your side. And with your sister on one side and you on the other, you had walked the corridors, passing where you had been over and over again, checking every possible hiding place, whispering your brother's name for him to hear.

But you always came back to the same place, the green sofa where you had asked him about Doyun. And no sign of him. You checked your phone obsessively, fearing that your parents would ask you about him and you wouldn't have the answer, and at one point, Changbin simply proposed to take a break. He indicated that you could exchange numbers, and that while you went to buy something from the shop's cafeteria, he would take another walk, in case there was any more luck, and he would text you if he saw him. You declined, his mouth suddenly going dry at the thought that he had gone too far, but then you announced in an exhausted voice and slumped shoulders that you were the one who should look for him, that you were the one who had lost him in the first place, and that Doyun wouldn't go with a stranger as Changbin was to him, anyway.

You had sat on the couch, your head in your hands, all the frustration and fear building in your chest, your pent-up emotions on edge, on the verge of overflowing, and he busied himself entertaining Jia with some cute cat pillows lying around as he squatted down in front of you, resting a trembling hand on your knee. He had spoken softly to you, like to a wounded animal you want to help, telling you stupid facts about his life, anything you needed to calm you down a bit and face the situation from the ease of a clear-headed mind. You had covered your face, hiding your silent cry, and whispered to him that he didn't need to waste his time with you, that you were a horrible sister, and an inconsiderate stranger by dragging him into your problems.

And then, in one of his most precious memories, you related how you had looked at him, tears glistening on your cheeks, and he had frowned back at you, as if you had offended him, before announcing, in the most serious tone you had ever heard from a sixteen-year-old boy, that you were the best sister in the world. And you had let out an incredulous laugh, closing your eyes and resting your forehead on his shoulder, and had kept silent as he muttered that only the best sister in the world would worry so much about Doyun, searching for him without Jia knowing what was going on, to protect them both. Only the best sister in the world would talk to a boy she didn't know, despite her shyness, just in case he could help her. You really were the best sister in the world.

They were words you repeated from memory, reciting them just as he had whispered them to you, and they always made anyone who heard them sigh. It had been almost like a fairy tale, you in his arms, asking him to show your sister the cafeteria as you took one last walk, wandering back down all those corridors you'd been down before, only to return to the green couch where you knew Changbin was waiting with your sister, but who had also been joined by Doyun, who was listening to Jia laugh at how much fun the hide-and-seek at the Ikea had been.

You had let out a breathy sigh, moving towards your little brother, scolding him for disappearing, while he protested that he had been fiddling with the tablets in the warehouse area 一a place you had hardly been to at all. Then you had made both Doyun and Jia promise not to leave your side for the rest of the afternoon, and when you turned to Changbin, all he could think about was that he didn't want to leave you yet. So when you opened your mouth, he interrupted you before you could utter a sound, asking if you could see each other again.

And you had blushed, unused to that kind of attention, and nodded shyly, the silence falling between you. You had cleared your throat, fiddling with your phone, not knowing what your next move should be. And Changbin had taken the lead again, pointing out that you should ask your parents where they were, and that he would accompany you to them if you wanted. Then you always told, with the same luminous smile you had given him at that moment, that you had walked together to the bedroom section, shoulder to shoulder, your siblings playing in front of you, always under your view, and it was then that you had begun to know each other, to develop that bond that had been born when you had asked him for help and he had not denied it.

What he had never told you was that he had seen you in the parking lot, as soon as you walked in. He had never told you that he couldn't stop looking at you, the way you nodded attentively at your parents' words, or how your eyes lit up when you glanced at your siblings even when they weren't looking at you, how you smiled at the silly things they did, how you crouched down to talk to them. He had been so dumbfounded that his sister had teased him, threatening to come over and talk to you. And every time he saw a glimpse of your white hoodie in the aisles of the Ikea, his heartbeat quickened at the possibility of talking to you. When you had approached him with that face he had seen so happily turned to distress, he had lacked the time to bring the moon down on you if you asked him to.

Nor had he told you that the only thing he had asked his parents for, although he never asked them for anything he didn't need, was to buy that green sofa on which you had been sitting for a few minutes, and which had gone from his children's playroom to the living room of his flat once he had become independent, and which you had never shown any signs of recognising. After that first meeting you had discovered that you lived in the same city, which had facilitated your weekend meetings, and the blossoming of a friendship that stayed with you until years later.

He had lived your last years of high school with you, studying together for the hardest exams even if you went to different institutions, attending each other's graduations with a proud smile, spending summers at your home with him, to the point where your parents treated him like one of the family, and his parents did the same with you. He had watched your younger siblings grow up, caring for them with the same infinite affection as you did, and his older sister had taken you in as her little girl, and everything was perfect. You had been in the good stuff, even applying to the same university, celebrating his first major contract as your own, him coming to the opening of your shop and insisting on being the first customer.

He didn't understand how anyone could look you in the face and tell you that they didn't want to be with you. He didn't understand how anyone could see you and think you weren't the most beautiful person they'd ever seen. But most of all he didn't understand why he hadn't told you yet that he loved you. Because he did, of course. After so long by your side you had managed to get into his mind, and his heart, and even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to kick you out of his life. You were too deeply tangled up in him, to the point where everything you did affected him in one way or another, and your absence was the worst punishment. So he knew why he hadn't said anything to you, why he kept these secrets from you 一the fear of losing you was even worse than the fear of rejection一 but he didn't understand why he hadn't been more direct before the possibility of you saying no seemed so painful to him.

Because since he'd figured out what his feelings for you were, every Valentine's Day was pure torture. Especially when he couldn't be with anyone but you, so he spent them single, while you had kept yourself pretty busy all those years, with partners, or affairs, or dates or one night stands. You always seemed to be busy on February 14th. And when your boyfriend dumped you with any bullshit excuse, or your flings found another girl, or the date didn't go the way you'd hoped, then you'd come back home, defeated after another failed romance, and it was he who picked up the pieces and put them back together, who offered to get your favourite flavour of ice cream at two in the morning, who had seen the same rom-com film more times than he could count, who held you until you fell asleep and the cycle began once more.

And every year he allowed himself to hope that this time it would be different, that you would stop running away from your appartment for once, but every year the same thing happened again, and his heart broke just a little bit more. When he saw you that afternoon in that dress he loved so much, the same one he'd seen you wear for his birthday a couple of years ago, with the black tights that had a little rip in the back of the thigh, and those platform boots that showed off your legs and made you look slightly taller than him, he said goodbye to you in a quick cheek kiss that made his lips burn, and locked himself in his room. No matter how much weight he lifted in the gym, he was never strong enough to bear the sight of you leaving.

The plan was simple: put on his sound-cancelling headphones, work on his music until he couldn't keep his eyes opened, and pray he'd be asleep by the time you got back. He sat down at his desk, looking at the pictures hanging on the wall, and sighed before picking up his laptop. The screen read nine o'clock at night, so you'd been gone for over an hour. Now that you weren't there, he could leave his room to make himself some dinner, just to get back to his projects and stop thinking about you. At least that was the initial idea. Because it wasn't working. He kept remembering how you smiled at the feel of his lips against your skin, your still hands with the mascara bottle still between your fingers, and he wouldn't let himself forget that he didn't know who you were going out with, he hadn't reminded you to keep your location active in case something happened, that he'd be with you in a phone call.

So when he couldn't take it anymore, he got up, grabbed his car keys and took his gym bag. Maybe the physical exertion would make him tired enough to sleep, maybe if he stopped thinking about you so much he could focus on his life, maybe the fact that he didn't know about what you were going to do you was a good thing. But when he crossed the hallway ready to leave the appartment and looked into the living room, he saw you sitting on the couch 一that couch that meant so much in your friendship一 and he stopped. He walked slowly towards you, leaning against the doorframe, and watched you for a few seconds. You had taken off your boots so that you could put your feet up on the sofa, and you were curled up towards the corner where he always sat, leaving the gap he used to occupy, as if you were mourning his absence, your eyes fixed on your phone.

"Hey," he said, his voice soft, seeking not to startle you, waiting for you to make eye contact with him before continuing, "weren't you going out?"

Your eyes were wet with unshed tears, and for a moment Changbin wanted to confront the one who had upset you so much, to make him pay for making you sad. He saw you shake your head, straightening slightly, and pull your knees to your chest, curling into a ball.

"I couldn't," you whispered, swallowing back a sob.

"Did he stood you up?" Changbin asked.

"He..." you began, shying away from his gaze, your red cheeks making him frown, "he's not you."

"What do you mean with…? Oh"

"Yes," you chuckled, humourless, your laughter a sound devoid of emotion, your face falling as you realised that the surprise in Changbin's eyes could only mean one thing. "Oh. No matter how hard I've tried, no one has ever managed to be you. Not even close to what you mean to me, or how I feel about you. It's... it's not fair. But it's the truth."

"So, all this time...?" he asked, absorbing your every word, drawing in his mind a sketch of all he had missed out on because he had been too lost in you, letting the gym bag fall to the floor and crossing his arms, a shield between you, in case something went wrong. He had looked at the calendar, right? Today was Valentine's Day and not April Fool's Day, even if it surely felt like someone was pranking him.

"Not all the time" you pointed out, each sentence feeling like a stab in your heart, bleeding over your voice, as he stood in front of you, asking you about your stupid crush like he needed an ego boost, and not like you were opening up to him. "Not at first. You were the cute guy of the Ikea, a real friendship. You're my anchor, you know that. But when things started to change, I... I didn't deserve you. I never did. And even though I started dating guys, none of them were you. You... you were my best friend, Binnie."

"Were? As in not anymore?" then he approached you, squatting down in front of the couch, just as he had done so many years ago, resting a trembling hand on your knee. He had looked at you softly again, as he had looked at you once, but this time his eyes exuded a fear that he had never let you see before.

"I can't" you muttered, closing your eyes and covering your face with your hands, black tears of ruined make-up sliding down your skin. "Not when I'm in love with you, and I know you don't reciprocate my feelings."

And when he saw you look up, panic shining in your pupils, and he frowned back at you, as if you had offended him, it all felt like déjà vu. He told you, his tone dead serious, that you were wrong, and that although it seemed like you were reliving that anecdote you both loved to tell, you should never take his feelings for granted. You let out a disbelieving laugh, closing your eyes and resting your forehead on his shoulder, and silence fell over you both as Changbin whispered how much he loved you, that he hated that you had both suffered so much for a love that was actually so obvious, that you had been idiots with a lame communication, and that if there was anyone who deserved to be with him, it was you.

And he knew you were trying to take in his words, to memorise them, to lose yourself in his arms and never leave them. And almost like in a fairy tale, you asked him for a kiss, in that soft voice he would do anything for, and the gentle touch of your lips against his made him pull you on top of him, sitting on your green sofa. You sighed happily, perched on his lap, enjoying his warmth, the firmness of his hands on your hips, the soothing rest of his chin on your head, and Changbin watched you drift off to sleep, your heart beating along with his, savouring the moment.

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[ozzgin]

Hiii💕💕💕 Could you please make some hc with musashi and jun from baki please?

Yet another ancient request, so sorry about it. I've been struggling to think of a context, but as Valentine's Day approached, I thought, "Well, might as well turn this into a special". So here it is. I'm adding two-three extra characters for a bundle. Sorry for the wait. :')

Baki Headcanons: Valentine's Day Special

Featuring Jun Guevaru, Musashi Miyamoto, Baki Hanma, Chiharu Shiba and Pickle. And Reader as their Valentine! (Written according to Western customs for the sake of a pampered Reader)

Jun Guevaru

Jun is a hopeless romantic and might actually enjoy Valentine's Day even more than you do. Mind you, the holiday itself is as superficial as it gets, and you've heard his philosophies one too many times; the enticing part is having an excuse to go all out and proclaim his affections for you in the most extravagant way possible. Can you blame him? He loves to show off. And you, sweet (Y/N), happen to be his most prized possession. A man will always be guilty of following his heart.

Although don't expect some cheap American fabrication that glorifies consumerism. His Valentine's Day isn't about that. Love can't be expressed through chocolate or flowers, at least not in his opinion. It's about raw feelings. The word, the tender caress. You can leave it to him to verbalize such depth. After all, he didn't unite an entire country with sheer luck. He is a charismatic leader and, most importantly, a passionate lover. His poetic speeches and sung praise will leave you entranced.

He, too, may be tempted to use the element of surprise. Perhaps through an overly formal letter expressing his utmost disappointment that he won't be able to see you on this particular date. Prison technicalities, you must understand. Nothing he can do about it. Then, when you least expect it, he'll pull you into a most desperate embrace. Oh, he missed you so much. He'll be ready to serenade you, take you places, whisper sweet nothings. You'll feign shock and surprise; you already guessed he wouldn't miss the chance to spoil you, but you do enjoy going along with his games. "Surely you didn't expect me to leave you alone on such a day, my beloved", he'll reassure you fondly. Allow him to prove himself anew.

Musashi Miyamoto

Musashi does not quite understand all of the particularities such a holiday entails. Nor would he normally care for the mundane customs of the modern world. Yet he has noticed the switch of your tone whenever you mention the approaching date. The sheepish glances towards the mysterious heart-themed merch. For someone as observant as him, your excitement is ridiculously clear, no matter how much you shake your head in denial. If his partner wants it, he might as well entertain it. Why not?

Thus, he will begin his little research. What is it that piques your interest to such a degree? He might employ the other fighters to enlighten him on the matter. An amusing sight, if one considers it: the legendary samurai, pacing back and forth as Tokugawa stumbles to follow behind. "W-what about this?" The old man will humbly suggest. "Oooh, fascinating. Yes, yes." He'll respond, holding his chin thoughtfully. "However, it's not (Y/N)'s style. Next."

Keep in mind that Musashi will tailor everything to fit his nature. Flowers? Maybe. All the other modern knick-knacks? Forget it. He'll do you one better. Something you won't expect, because it's a gift meant for his time and age. After a long, frustrating search, he finds what he's looking for. A most unusual sight, but something that represents him indeed. He will proudly extend to you a small, slender kodachi with his family's name inscribed on the scabbard. What greater honor than to share his love and passion? The weapon has been carefully built to his standards, so you may defend yourself if such a need ever arises. For Musashi himself to curate a sword bearing his name, you might as well count it as a proposal.

Pickle

Lately, Baki has been focused on things beyond Pickle's understanding. The only time he'd seen the young boy so excited was before a match. On the other hand, what kind of opponent would Baki be fighting where bizarre, heart-shaped items are required? After a lot of gesturing, rudimentary explanation and show-and-tell demonstration, it finally clicks: it's a special occasion, not preparations for battle.

An occasion that doesn't involve just Baki and Kozue, but, by the looks of it, anyone with a mate. The idea pumps his heart with excitement. Is it something he could celebrate with his own (Y/N)? In that case, he absolutely wants to be part of it. Pickle demands to be shown the ropes, so he, too, can impress his partner. Not that he's not already showing his love (and ownership) with every opportunity.

And so here you are, standing outside your apartment, utterly baffled, shocked, speechless. Pickle has surprised you many times before with his horny mischief and troublemaker shenanigans, but never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined him showing up with balloons, chocolate and a date itinerary on Valentine's Day. You retrieve the little list from his massive hands - he probably can't even read anything on it - and scan over the text. Someone definitely helped him compile everything. Judging from the varied handwriting, it must've been a group effort from Lord knows how many fighters who enjoyed themselves way too much in aiding Pickle's romancing game. Nonetheless you're impressed, just as the prehistoric man had hoped. He sees your blushing face and immediately grins with pride. Who knows, maybe his efforts will be rewarded handsomely (you won't be walking straight until March).

Baki Hanma

Among the other men, Baki may be the only one to show unironic enthusiasm towards the upcoming holiday. He likes cute things (you included) and there's no shame in it. His focus has been switching between training, fighting in the Arena, and more training. He's looking forward to a little break, especially one that allows him to spend time with you.

He's not secretive about the process, either. He'll show up at your place with a stack of flyers and scribbled notes, asking you to trim down activities with him. Worry not, he has compiled an extensive list of available events for couples, as well as places to visit and general ideas. After all, part of the fun is to plan everything with you. Can you tell he's excited? Kneeling at the table and flipping through the options with a wide grin on his face, you can almost discern a wagging tail materializing behind him.

He could be slightly biased towards activities that allow him to impress you. A Valentine's Day fair, for example, is such a cheesy idea, but he can't resist the temptation to show off. "Beat the high score and win the prize" blinking in flashy colors above one of those boxing arcade machines? Oops! He was trying to hold back, but he ended up dislodging the whole thing from the ground. Sorry, (Y/N), he simply forgets how strong he is, sometimes. Something hard to avoid, given you’re his greatest motivation. Aren’t you proud of your boyfriend? Do praise the poor boy, he’s been itching to receive your affection. It’s been an eternity! Or maybe half an hour, but still.

Chiharu Shiba

Chiharu isn't one to care much for holidays and under regular circumstances he would probably forget about it, too, were it not for the aid of capitalism and heavy commercial propaganda. Therefore, it's hard to ignore the rapidly approaching date given the blaring ads and themed products found on every shelf. Oh, well. He loves spoiling you and he certainly won't miss an opportunity to declare his love in the most cheesy, predictable manner.

He might be a tad cheeky about the entire business. "Valentine's Day? Hmmm..." He'll hum, thoughtfully, feigning mild indifference. It's a difficult task: seeing you cast your eyes down, perhaps a little disappointed, makes him want to smash his own head into the first telephone pole. No one should ever dare to upset you in the slightest - him included! - he thinks, enraged. He struggles to fight the urge. It's for a good cause. Just a few days left. Do forgive him, darling (Y/N).

He'll surprise you in the ways he knows best. Maybe some fresh, heart shaped decals decorating the gas tank of his motorcycle. A flashy, pink tokko-fuku (or uniform jacket) with a particular slogan embroidered on its back. Whatever it is, he'll make sure everyone is aware of his cause. While he might not be the best with words, his actions will be loud and clear. He'll hand you a helmet and gesture for you to hop on the back of his bike. He planned a day-long road trip for the two of you. What's nicer than feeling the wind, the freedom, the warmth of your small arms tightly wrapped around him? He doesn't need overly sophisticated restaurants or whatever else comes with the package. Some great sights and you by his side, and he's the happiest man on this planet. To think someone like him would be privileged enough to gaze at a pretty little thing like you.

[shotorozu]

pretend boyfriend

(i use guardian because idk there was this one time i used “mom” in a though unrelated n old draft and i showed it to someone and they replied with “i don’t have a mom” 😧)

note(s): also this totally wasn’t inspired by something that happened to me some time ago 😭 and this upload is late so IGNORE that it’s no longer february (actually, for 10 days now) and focus on how i’m early for white day— basically a day in japan in which guys give chocolate to their crush or partner instead of girls giving chocolates to guys (which happens on valentines day) white day is on march 14 btw

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you realize your sad plan for your single, partner-less white day— an extension of valentines day, backfired on you when your guardian asks you about a boyfriend upon your usual visit from school.

“what?” you question, sounding unbelieving of the question, like it was a collection of meaningless words. “i don’t have a boyfriend—”

“the chocolates say otherwise,” they point out, interested in the heart shaped box of sweets. “can i see a picture? i need to know if they’re good for you!”

what an… interesting way to determine who’s good for you. “there’s no boy— no one, trust me.” you insist, sounding a little more panicked than you would’ve liked— and this only fueled her suspicion.

“there has to be someone, you’re beautiful!” they insist. you would’ve felt complimented if it weren’t for the context of it all, and also the fact that they’re just talking about physicality “really, who gave it to you?”

you’re hesitant to say that you actually bought them yourself, not just to replicate the experience of having a significant other, (now that you’ve realized how hard you’ve been pining over someone incredibly unattainable)

but also because you couldn’t resist the contents of the box.

sure, you were given other pieces of chocolate and sweets from your classmates even some of the girls! (which wasn’t common to see on white day of all days) and a suspiciously expensive looking cupcake box landed on your table too.

(you didn’t eat it, you just couldn’t accept the fact that it wasn’t actually decor, until you went to eat lunch and smelled the thing.)

but those chocolates were obviously obligatory, considering the context of white day. besides, the box you bought was different— it had all your favorite flavors and it was from your favorite sweets brand. you just couldn’t help but tear a small portion of your allowance out of your wallet for this treat alone.

you don’t know what your guardian would say— they’d either insist that you’re lying, or they’d make fun of you, and none of these options sound appealing.

you deflate, not having a good defense. “… a friend.”

they don’t seem convinced. nobody used a friend to refer to their actual friend. you mentally beat yourself over this simple mistake.

this only proves their point, “hmm, okay..”

there’s a beat of silence.

“i’m still expecting a picture.”

your heart rate picks up, and you can feel your veins be filled with anxiety.

and now you’re returning to the dorms, absolutely mortified— and it clearly shows on your face based on how your best friend, todoroki shouto, approaches you at the front door with a concerned look.

“you look.. distressed.” he notes out loud, as he opens the door.

shouto’s quick to help you get your shoes off, letting you lean on him as you undo your shoelaces. he pulls off each shoe afterwards— the action so casual.

“it’s because i am, shouto!” you exclaimed, following him in. “i did something stupid and now i’m paying the consequences of my actions!”

shouto’s two toned brows furrow, there’s a deep look settled on his pretty face— and he draws all his focus on you. “whatever it is, we can fix it.”

“i’m sure but, my ego! my dignity!” you groan, and your hands cover your face as if it’ll burrow you away from the embarrassment and transport you to a place of peace.

“i won’t laugh,” he says, an indirect way of saying that he won’t absolutely clown you for any of your decision making skills.

shouto then holds his pinkie up, waiting for you to take it. it’s a clear show that he’s intent. “promise.”

“sure,” you say as you link pinkies, the warmth of his pinkie making embarrassment creep up your neck instantly. “i trust you.”

you breathe in as preparation. “i bought chocolates for myself and my guardian thinks i have a boyfriend and is asking for a picture, so now i’m screwed because i don’t have a boyfriend in the first place, and i’ve told them that i don’t but they just don’t believe me, so i might have to get a fake boyfriend for a picture!”

all of it just spilled out at once. you aren’t even sure if shouto understood, let alone was able to comprehend all of it due to the lack of reaction.

but when you carefully examine— you realize that a reaction slowly shows on his face, like it just dawned on him the information you’ve dumped.

“fake boyfriend.” he echoes, “for a picture.”

“yes!” you groan, mortified of the other possible solution of the matter being slapped in your face again, “and they need to be tall, handsome, and apparently someone that looks rich— don’t know how a picture can prove that, we don’t even have jobs.”

“anyway, they’ll just criticize me for my choice in people.” you sigh, “i’m lost.”

he folds his arms together, and he unintentionally flexes. your eyes follow the movement for a short second before you realize that you cannot be caught gawking at someone you’ve met when you were both five. “it appears you are quite in a situation.”

“yeah..”

“if only there was someone available to help.”

“yeah—”

“someone close to you.”

“i figured— it’d be awkward to ask someone who i’m not really close with to be my fake…” you trail off, brows furrowing when you realize there might be some insinuation in his words. you can’t tell what he is necessarily eluding to— but,

you take a good look at shouto— an very good look. you size him up, and he allows this as he is basically standing politely. there’s a fixed look of stillness in every aspect of his expression, and he’s calm when he speaks,

“i could play the role.” he suggests like he doesn’t understand the weight of his words, or he doesn’t care that much about it.

you can feel your heart in your throat all of a sudden, and the beat of it is becoming painfully loud.

“shouto,” you somehow manage to get out, “they know who you are.”

your deep rooted history together as close friends would be seen as a plus point, if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve refrained from showing (let alone hinting) any sign of your feelings for him. shouto did the same, except you are absolutely sure he doesn’t want anything more than platonic with you— as he has displayed no such signs.

the sudden shift of events would raise more questions instead of just solving one.

besides, who doesn’t know him nowadays? he’s tall, good looking, strapped with money and a multipurpose and hella useful quirk. heck— his appearance during the sports festival was a huge thing and has definitely made a positive mark on his reputation.

additionally, it was hard for your guardian to miss someone with an alluring presence like shouto’s, and a head full of naturally snow-like, and flaming red hair.

you think carefully before coming up with something easy. “what if i just asked one of the girls to wear an oversized hoodie; and stand on a stool? i’d crop out their face, of course. kyouka or yaomomo could—”

before you were allowed to finish your thought, shouto continued to press on his idea. “i’d be the most preferable, since the backstory makes the most sense.”

you pause. you’ve never thought of an actual backstory for you too, and you couldn’t quite indulge in the self blame— you didn’t think he’d agree at all.

“childhood friends turned best friends, and with a bond that drew us together.” his gaze fleets somewhere below your eyes, and then he draws them back up— a small boyish grin now blessing his face. “besides, you’d be in quite some trouble if they asked for a picture of their face.”

oh, that description sounded way too close to home, so much that you forgot. now that shouto mentioned one, that solution does seem to have its loop holes.

“touché.” the lengths he’d do for you is admirable, and your heart would’ve stuttered if it weren’t for the dull reminder from the back of your mind, of what it’s really like between the two of you.

“so uhm, what now? do you want to take the picture right later or—”

“now would be good.”

“oh uh, okay then…” shouto never wastes time, even when it came to unimportant stuff it seems, and he watches as you shift around to find your phone.

getting your phone is something that never takes any time, but with everything being taken account for, your hands are starting to feel like jelly.

after opening your camera app and switching to selfie mode, you position your phone carefully. not just like a photographer that was about to capture a rare wild animal laying still, but also similarly to how people take pictures with celebrities.

you are cautious of the angle. although you’ve almost seen every single expression that he could make— you’re worried how you could make everything look good, make him look phenomenal. (although it seems impossible to make him look anything but)

you end up snapping a photo that’s majorly of him, and the only show of you being in the same frame was the very top of your head shoved to the corner of the screen.

the two of you stare at the photo, exchanging glances. you might think that this is enough, considering that this photo of shouto is nowhere on the internet. so— plus one for authenticity, sorta.

he’s not your real boyfriend, but your guardian won’t know that from looking at the picture.

“let’s do a retake.”

you nearly stumble, like his words were a gust of strong wind. “huh?”

“this photo.. doesn’t seem authentic. i wouldn’t know what it’d be like to be in a relationship but the couples on television look— different. don’t you think?”

you take another look at the photo. although the couples shouto is referring to are actresses and actors playing roles— he’s right for the most part. the distance between the two of you is hard to miss, nobody would be able to guess that you two were together.

not to mention, it’s more of a picture of him instead of the both of you.

“alright then,” you say in agreement. “any suggestions?”

“if i may.”

“of course you may,” you encourage.

“then…” he shifts, feet moving closer to you. “if you’ll allow me.”

shouto’s hands reach out, and you’re immediately drawn to them. although unsure about his next course of action, you don’t stop him as he pulls you close— hands with contrasting temperatures maneuvering the positions to his liking.

eventually, the two of you were positioned in a way that made you encase shouto in your arms and have you turnt slightly towards the camera.

the side of your faces are pressed against each other’s, and despite trying your best to stop it, the proximity had your heart thumping against your ribcage once again.

making sure you don’t prolong the ordeal more than you need to— you snap the picture and attempt to pick yourself up afterwards.

but shouto makes no effort in detaching himself from you, relaxing in your arms as he leans against you to view the picture. you feel yourself flustering again, and you just know that he could end you one day and be blissfully unaware of how and why.

although you just took a big risk that could possibly have your feelings found out— you were just as curious as he was to see the outcome.

and you two seemed like a couple indeed.

“thoughts?” you ask in place of allowing yourself to slowly pass away on the inside. your skin feeling increasingly hot all of a sudden, and you’re confident the boy beside you has nothing to do with it this time.

“just as i suspected.” a small smile pulls at his lips, “we look good together.”

your brain buffers, “huh?—”

and then, he’s pressing his soft lips onto your cheek— pulling back as quickly as he pressed his lips onto you.

you choke on practically nothing, and you stare at him with eyes so wide they rival saucers.

and then it started to make sense, “what— are you playing me?— you’re doing all of this for a picture i didn’t even take!”

he tilts his head, confused for a moment before letting out a disapproving noise. “i… was teasing at some point, but i would never play you. i even pinkie swore.” he said, holding the same pinkie he linked with yours earlier to prove his memory.

“so why… after all this time?”

his gaze sharpens, “why not?” he states simply, “i figured just recently that.. the feelings are mutual, and that you’re interested in the way i’m interested in you.”

he clutches you, shoving himself deeper in your embrace, “besides, there was no way i’d let you ask anyone else to be your pretend boyfriend when i’m right here.”

“it would be just for a picture though.” you note, slightly amused that todoroki shouto was jealous at the idea of having a pretend boyfriend for a picture— even if said pretend boyfriend were to be one of the girls from your class.

a specific blank expression is pinned onto his face. “still.” he replies, quite dryly.

though the expression immediately melts away as he says these next words, “now then,” gorgeous, gorgeous heterochromatic eyes meeting yours in a gaze. shouto holds it, and it seems that he’s taking advantage of his effect on you. he’s quick, not to mention— observant too.

“we should take another picture, one that’s much real.”

[zenithreach]

Idea: what if Kanako was the storm that was approaching?

(I’m SO sorry if I messed up the kanji)

Some context: this is from a fic I’m writing where Clover & Kanako are revived after the UT Pacifist ending. Clover wanted to get her a Valentine’s Day gift, but wasn’t sure what to give her. Then Ceroba had an idea.

Starlo: You gave Kanako a sword?!

Clover: Ceroba’s the one who suggested it!

Starlo: CEROBA TOLD YOU TO GET HER DAUGHTER A SWORD?!?! (And she called me irresponsible for giving you gun…)

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer.

Valentine's Day was one of those occasions that were fairly easy to forget about when one did not make plans for the day. Busy with your mundane, daily life you realized the date only when passing a store that advertised a "buy one get one free" sale on bouquets.

Some time ago maybe you'd felt lonely or insecure but having grown up, you learned that it was just another day. Not even all couples celebrate it. So you just went home, thinking about the discounted flowers and chocolates you'll be able to buy tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

The apartment building was quiet as usual - no one unexpected coming in, no party-goers leaving. Sometimes it felt like you were living in a ghost town in the middle of Gotham City, as strange as it may sound.

At the end of the hallway was the door to your apartment. To your surprise, something was placed in front of them as if a package of some sort. You didn't remember ordering anything... Maybe the delivery guy couldn't get ahold of one of the neighbours?

Approaching the door, it became clear to you that it wasn't just a misplaced package; somebody meant to place it there:

Your first thought was that some lovesick fool got the address wrong but you had to change your mind upon further inspection of the envelope taped to your door - there was your name written on it.

"Weird," you calmly whispered to yourself. You weren't sure what to make of it so far.

Having ripped the envelope away from the door, you opened it to see the secret it held and it wasn't in any way surprising, especially in the given context: a card.

Its front was about as typical as Valentine cards get: red colour, a teddy bear holding a heart-shaped balloon and a cringy rhyme.

"A love so precious, a love so true, a love that comes from me to you," you read out loud. Why were supermarket cards always so cheesy? "What on Earth...?"

Naively, you looked around the hall in hopes of catching the smallest trail of the secret admirer. However, the corridor remained as before - quiet, deserted. Ghosts don't leave gifts for the living, so whoever left the flowers and card for you to find, must have done it shortly before your arrival.

Inside the card was another rhyme, although that one was actually a riddle:

"I have freedom from hate, but not from lies. I'm usually seen through clouded eyes. I come unexpectedly, though you wait for me all your life. I can't be bought yet some people try. What am I?"

"Wait all your life?" you repeated quietly to yourself. There was only one thing that fit the fairly vague description. "True love?"

With a weirdly mixed feeling in your chest, you put the card back inside the envelope and picked up the beautiful bouquet that lay at your doorstep:

Fresh sunflowers, gerberas and carnations - an array of warm colours that reminded one of the unbearably carefree lightness of summer days. Taking into account that it was Valentine's Day, roses would have been the more obvious, if not stereotypical, choice so whoever bought those flowers for you wanted to come off as thoughtful.

Among the orange, yellow and powdery pink flowers was another card, although this one was much smaller and had only one sentence scribbled on it in shabby handwriting:

"I can't fight this feeling any longer," you read. "REO Speedwagon fan, huh?"

A smile crept unto your face. You couldn't decide whether the mystery was creepy or heartwarming. Maybe both? In any case, you opened the door to your apartment and went inside, the flowers and the envelope in hand. Then, you couldn't help but quietly giggle to yourself - since when was your life a chick-flick?

He watched the whole scene play out, hiding in plain sight and none could be the wiser. It was a great risk on his part, really. Had you just looked out the window adjacent to your door, you would have been staring right into his dreamy eyes, clouded with an obsession for so long. You could have thrown out his gifts but no, you took them with you. Goodness gracious, you smiled at them! You obviously loved his offering of devotion! Now he knew he was able to have your heart the same way you've had his for weeks.

Eddie was gloating, triumphantly laughing at the unbelievable notion: that someone like you accepted love from someone like him.

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[saellefanwork]

𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼

Contains major KNY / Demon Slayer manga ending spoilers.

Modern Era, Reincarnation. Polyamory Kamado Sumihiko x F!Reader x Rengoku Tojuro

The story is in second person. Unamed Reader. Reader's features are not described.

This Demon Slayer fic is rated Teen. There are sexual implications in some dialogs, but that's it. (I know, it's shocking).

As always, Yoshiteru laments about his single status. That's just how you know it was another typical day at school. Usually, he can find comfort in the fact that his classmate and friend, Sumihiko, is sailing in the same boat as him. But today... Sumihiko surprises him with important news.

Author Note: I originally wrote this story as a Modern Era Sequel of my other fic, "Echoes of Loss," but it can be considered a standalone one-shot too.

Rengoku Tojuro is the reincarnation of Kyojuro and the descendant of Senjuro (with an unknown wife).

Kamado Sumihiko is the reincarnation of Tanjiro and, in canon, the descendant of Kanao and Tanjiro. In the context of the "Echoes of Loss", Sumihiko here is supposed to be the descendant of the former Reader and Tanjiro, but as a separate one-shot you can consider he's still Kanao's descendant, it doesn't really matter.

The Reader is the former "Echoes of Loss" Reader's reincarnation, but again it doesn't really matter here. Their family lineage is not specified, so it's up to you.

(Valentine's day is far gone, but I'm a sucker for japanese Valentine's day fluff, hugh.)

The chapter is primarily from Sumihiko's POV

Two centuries after the Taisho Era, in Tokyo.

As the bell rings to signal the end of the school day at Kimetsu High School, students spill out of the main gate, gradually dispersing into the neighborhood. Among them, sixteen-year-old Yoshiteru Agatsuma once again laments his single status and romantic struggles. It is yet another day dawned on his teenage life without him finding a pretty girl willing to give him a chance. His classmates shoot him exasperated glances, worn out from hearing the same complaints every day on their way back home.

With most his peers ignoring him, Yoshiteru seeks solace aloud.

“At least you get it, Sumihiko. We're in the same boat, you and I."

Kamado Sumihiko, the youngest son of the area's renowned bakers, is known for his pure heart and lack of interest in pursuing romantic relationships. This fact is the primary reason behind his celibacy, since many people are actually interested into him (not that Yoshiteru would ever tell him that). The boy turns his burgundy-haired head toward his desperate friend with a sheepish smile. He rubs the back of his neck, a slightly uncomfortable expression etched on his soft features.

"Oh, no, sorry Yoshiteru. In fact, I've been off the market for a few weeks now."

"Wha-… WHAT?!!! WITH WHOM? HOW DARE YOU BREAK OUR SINGLE MEN PARTNERSHIP?! WE'RE FRIENDS, RIGHT?? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ANYTHING?"

The boy winces at Yoshiteru’s deafening cries. While not wanting to escalate the situation, Sumihiko can't help but direct his wine-colored eyes towards the sky with a slightly exasperated sigh. This dramatic reaction is precisely why hadn't disclosed this information earlier.

"I never signed a single men partnership with you, Yoshiteru…" Sensing a deadly glare from his companion, the young man abandons that approach and chooses to apologize instead. "Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I did want to tell you, but our situation was a bit unusual, so we preferred not to talk about it immediately with others… But see, now that we've decided to make it official, you're the first to know!"

"NAH, I know nothing, man!!! There's missing information!! Who's this desperate chick who fell for you?!"

Not bothered by the rude question, Sumihiko states your name and that of Rengoku Tojuro with a radiant smile.

Yoshiteru momentarily freezes, his overheated brain grinding to a halt as he’s trying to process the news.

"Wait… You just mentioned two names, right? Aren’t they the heads of the archery and kendo club respectively? Which one are you dating?"

"Both!"

…

"BOTH?!!! I know we live in a century of sexual liberation, but don't you think you're pushing the boundaries a bit too far?! Consider those who are still single – what hope do you leave them if you're dating multiple people, , especially popular and unfairly hot onesn huh?! One wasn't enough to satiate your needs, or what?! You- you perverted libertine!"

"W-We haven't done anything like that yet, we're still in high school, Yoshiteru!" Sumihiko corrects on a reproachful tone, his cheeks ablaze.

"Stop playing the prude boy! You've already reached sexual maturity! Our ancestors were already married at that age! Are your hormones not working or what?! More importantly, explain to me how you went from being single to the hero of a harem shonen, huh?!"

With an overwhelmed expression, Sumihiko tries to calm and appease his hysterical friend and plunges back into his memories…

Sumihiko and Tojuro first met when they were toddlers, though they don’t remember much of that time, of course. Their two families are close, both descending from lineages that supposedly fought demons together two hundred years ago. They became friends in elementary school, when the Kamado family opened a bakery in Setagaya, and Sumihiko transferred into Tojuro’s class.

The first days after their initial meeting, Sumihiko found himself dreaming that he was a valiant warrior, battling monstrous foes alongside a Rengoku who bore a striking resemblance to Tojuro. Admittedly, all members of the Rengoku lineage looked like younger or older versions of each other, but the swordman from his dreams and his classmate really gave off the same feeling; their staring habits and constant smiles were identical, and they were both strongwilled and friendly, though maybe a little odd. Immersed in the tales of their families' legendary exploits since his childhood, Sumihiko didn't think much of these dreams, attributing them to his imagination. But they did add to his curiosity and sympathy toward the fiery boy. Their friendship blossomed effortlessly from the moment they engaged in conversation. Despite their contrasting dispositions — Tojuro always overflowed with energy and determination, while the Kamado's youngest leaned towards a more relaxed and laid-back demeanor — they proved early on to be perfectly compatible and complementary, like two sides of the same coin. Their camaraderie only strenghtened over time, and Sumihiko never dreamt of the Taisho era ever again.

In comparison, the young Rengoku and yourself had first crossed paths fairly recently, at Kimetsu’s high school interclub meeting. Despite this, a strong bond quickly formed between you two. Within a few weeks of your initial encounter, Tojuro introduced you to his childhood friend.

Witnessing your first smile directed at him, Sumihiko knew he was a goner. It was love at first sight, he realized instantly.

There was an undeniable familiarity about you, akin to the connection he had experienced when meeting some of his closest friends for the first time, especially Tojuro. It felt as if you had always known each other. Maybe Yoshiteru and his grandmother were onto something, after all; perhaps it meant you had met in a previous life. If that were the case, Sumihiko couldn't help but wonder about the depth of his past self's affection for you and whether he had succeeded in winning your heart.

In a cursed twist of fate, he soon realized he wasn't the only one irresistibly drawn to you. It became evident that his best friend also harbored a crush on you. Tojuro had never looked at another girl the way he looked at you, not to mention how he constantly sought your attention and praise. Gods, Tojuro just loved praise, and and you seemed to have an endless supply of it for him. Granted, you were an amazing person, and anyone would be pleased to earn your admiration. Since Sumihiko didn't want to come between you two, he tried to keep his growing feelings to himself, hoping he could find contentment in your happiness if you ever started dating. But after a year of close-knit friendship between the three of you, he began to feel anxious. Instead of fading over time, his feelings for you only intensified.

As Valentine's Day approached, Sumihiko found himself increasingly restless. He wasn’t certain he could keep it together if he witnessed you giving honmei chocos (conveying romantic feelings) to Tojuro, so he opted to spend minimal time with both of you. Somehow, you managed to corral the two teenagers at the end of class, surprising them with handmade, heart-shaped chocolates.

The boys were flattered, but intrigued by your gesture. These gifts stood out from the typical giri-choco they had seen you give to classmates, and strongly resembled honmei choco. Yet, usually one wouldn't give multiple honmei choco. Perhaps these were fancy giri-choco, because you were close friends? Still, that heart shape was undeniably misleading…

Despite his rattled thoughts, Sumihiko was too shy to voice his questions. On the other hand, Tojuro couldn't contain his curiosity:

"They look delicious, thank you very much!!!" Gosh, he was loud. Not in the same way as Yoshiteru, but still. "But tell us, are these honmei or giri chocos?"

Sumihiko winced at Tojuro's directness, prepared to deflect the question to put you at ease. However, you responded naturally with a charming smile:

"Isn't it obvious? They're honmei."

Even the typically bold and boisterous Tojuro was momentarily at a loss for words, his brain freezing at the significance of such a gesture. However, he quickly recovered, seeking to clarify the situation:

"Should we conclude that you love both of us?"

"Tojuro!" Sumihiko couldn't help but feel a flush of embarrassment as he nudged his friend, reprimanding him for his unrestrained spontaneity.

"Well, yes… Is it bad?" your voice trailed off as you became increasingly uncertain. "I thought long and hard about who I wanted to make honmei chocos for… but since I couldn’t decide, I opted to make some for each of you instead. I'm not expecting anything in return; I simply wanted to express my feelings… But, of course, if it's too awkward, you don't have to accept the chocolates at all… I'm sorry," you said quietly.

Quickly, the two boys reassured you, affirming that your gesture was appreciated, and they graciously accepted your sweets. However, they remained somewhat evasive in response to your confession.

Once you had departed, they found themselves strolling in silence until they reached their customary spot at the nearby park, where they settled onto the swings. This was their ritual whenever they needed to discuss something important, like Sumihiko grandmother's death. There, they broached the topic of the unexpected situation.

"I admit I was surprised, but I'm flattered that she likes us that way!" Tojuro pointed out carelessly, popping one of the chocolates into his mouth. "DELICIOUS!"

"Congratulations, Tojuro," Sumihiko forced himself to say with a sad smile. "You can finally date her…"

"Hmm? Me? But don't you also have feelings for her?" His childhood friend's owlish red and gold eyes bore into him, filled with genuine puzzlement.

Sumihiko's face flushed with embarrassment.Even Tojuro, who usually paid little attention to such matters, had noticed his affection for you? Unable to deceive his friend, the redhead shook his head, "I don't want to come between the two of you. Our friendship means more to me than any high school crush." Though it had transcended mere infatuation at this point, he preferred not to dwell on that. "Besides, you've known her longer than I have."

While Tojuro had always admired Sumihiko's selflessness, he couldn't help but feel unsettled knowing that his friend was willing to sacrifice his own feelings for him. Crossing his arms, he pondered for a moment. "Hmm… we're best buddies, she likes both of us, and we feel the same way. What if we went out together? That could solve the issue!"

"Huh? Are you suggesting that we both date her?" the baker boy asked, his confusion evident.

"Why not? The athlete Uzui has multiple girlfriends. But it would be a shame to date her separately, wouldn't it? I was suggesting that we also go out together, you and me!"

Sumihiko's face turned even redder at the proposal. He could swear steam was blowing out of his ears.

"Huh?! You and me, Tojuro? But… we've been friends for such a long time… I never sensed you had feelings for me, so why…?"

"Hm! I don't feel exactly the same way for you as I do for our dear kyudoka, but it's definitely stronger than anything what I've felt for other people, including my other childhood friends. I think it could very well blossom into love if we gave it a shot!"

"B-but being together involves holding hands… kissing… that kind of stuff," stammered the flushed Sumihiko, not eager to continue his list. "C-could you do that with me?"

In response, after swallowing another chocolate, Tojuro stood up from his swing seat and stepped closer, framing Sumihiko's face with his hands. The redhead froze, his heart pounding wildly. Before he could fully grasp the situation, his friend planted a sweet and innocent kiss on his lips. The gesture left the young Kamado's face burning, and the kendoka straightened up triumphantly, locking eyes with his comrade. Sumihiko nervously moistened his lips, brushing them with his fingertips in disbelief. Tojuro had left a taste of chocolate on them. Your chocolate…

"See! It was pretty natural, right?" exclaimed the fiery boy loudly. "Did you enjoy it too?"

And Sumihiko couldn't deny it…

Encountering you again the next day, they broached the idea of embarking on a relationship together as a trio. Tojuro elaborated on how they arrived at this decision, openly sharing the story of his first kiss with Sumihiko, much to his friend's dismay. He dreaded your potential reaction: what if the idea of two boys exploring such a thing disgust you?

You eemed taken aback by this development, but to their relief, you displayed clear enthusiasm afterward, tinged with a hint of envy:

"Of course, I'd love to go out with both of you! I can't believe you took the initiative without me, even though I was the one confessing…"

They promptly rectified this oversight by each giving you a kiss, first Tojuro, followed by Sumihiko. Their inexperienced smooches were slightly awkward and hasty, resulting in a few accidental tooth clicks due to nervousness. The overall clumsiness of the moment and the unusual situation prompted a burst of laughter from the three of you. As the mirth subsided, you exchanged happy smiles and made a commitment to do your best to navigate this new dynamic together.

"Since then, the three of us have been going out on dates. We gave ourselves a few weeks to test the waters of our new relationship before announcing it to anyone, just to avoid putting pressure on ourselves. While I still spend a lot of time with Tojuro, it's not quite the same as before—we've grown closer. And, of course, I also spend quality time alone with our girlfriend."

"Wow," replies Yoshiteru, still somewhat incredulous but calmer than before. "My brain is struggling to imagine what it will look like when you will take things to the next level."

"Hey! Stop talking about that… It's too early, and it's none of your business!" The young Kamado's face is a deep shade of crimson.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NONE OF MY BUSINESS?! I STILL PLAN TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY BEFORE YOU, THAT WOULD BE THE LEAST AFTER WHAT YOU JUST DID TO OUR FRIENDSHIP! Ah… Here come your lovers!" he gasps.

Indeed, you and Tojuro await Sumihiko in front of the local dojo in the street corner, waving cheerfully from a distance as you approach. Sumihiko offers an apology to his classmate and quickly joins your company. Watching the interaction among the three of you, Yoshiteru can't help but reflect on how he overlooked the obvious signs, he who is usually so perceptive about others' relationships.

Indeed, despite your conscious effort to keep public displays of affection understated, the subtle, intimate gestures you share reveal a different story. Unnecessary touches, discreet hand-holding, whispered secrets, and silly giggles paint a picture of closeness and affection. Yoshiteru is disgusted by the blissful cheesiness your trio radiates, even though a tiny part of himself is genuinely happy for his friend.

Nevertheless, he hopes that his time in the spotlight will arrive soon, and that he will manage to score with a lovely young lady before Sumihiko does with any of you (or both). However, considering the intense and heated gazes exchanged between you and Tojuro over your most innocent partner, it appears unlikely that the desperately single Yoshiteru will see his wish fulfilled on time.

Glad I rewrote this one too, lol.

My mind is brimming with scenarios (some rated T, some waaaay spicier, I have to admit XD) that could follow this one-shot, but I don't think there's much of an audience for a modern-era Polyamory GN or F/M/M Tanjiro/Kyojuro/Reader. So, I'll probably just keep those for myself XD

Let me know if I'm wrong!

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[errielovesu]

Too sweet

chapter 1 of my first oc fanfiction, please be nice to be I cringe too don't worry, be sure to read the prologue for some extra context or something and yeah enjoy :3 (not proof read im too lazy)

cw/tw: none as of now

Besides beer himeno is a sucker for strawberry milk and maybe banana milk, usually one or the other is in stock but this time had to be my lucky day when none of them are in stock and now i'm not sure what i'm going to fill the fridge with now since we can't just only have beer in there, frustrated I head to the checkout counter and pay for the pain au chocolat that i've always had since I was a child, casually I walk myself back to me and himeno’s apartment, it's around 10 am and she's probably still asleep.

Yesterday everyone in division 4 went out for drinks, rare thing now a days but himeno wanted an excuse to not drink alone or with me since apparently, lately i've just been quiet maybe that's why himeno took me out to drink, it was nothing out the ordinary just so light drinking for me and just having mindless conversation with the other members. As I approach the elevator to get up to my floor I spot a familiar face. “Val-len-tine!!!” Power’s voice echoes through the lobby as she runs at full speed towards my direction she quickly gets ahold of my arm and squeezes me, clear that someone did not want to cook breakfast for the hungry girl, Denji approaches with caution since Power dislikes him talking to me, “Hey valentine, the evil man over there told us no breakfast from him because me and power stayed up playing cards and he couldn’t get his beauty sleep” denji exclaims, looking into powers eye she nods and points at the tall “evil” man that did not cook them a breakfast, I walk towards him as he looks anywhere but my direction. 

“Hey aki..” I poke him on the shoulder, “did you not get your beauty sleeep?” I continue the joke, still not even a look from the man, power snarks at him, “Lets just go up to your apartment and you can make me a delicious breakfast, i'm starving hereeeeeeeee” power squeals, I sigh and nod in agreement, “You're welcome to join too by the way aki…ill let you use the balcony, yeah?” usually I wouldn’t dare let him near the balcony or himeno, I told them if they needed to smoke to do it somewhere else because I couldn’t stand my plants dying, aki looks back, making eye contact with me then power, he slowly starts walking towards the elevator, “I think I just convinced him to stop being evil power” I chuckle.

Opening the door to the apartment, denji and power scurry like rats into the couch and bean bag in the living room, I set my bag down at the kitchen and head to wake up the sleeping himeno herself, knocking softly on the door I call out her name and after a few russels and groans she's up, “You better wear something to cover yourself or no food for you” knowing she will not obey my instruction she walks out in whatever she passed out with. The tv is on, the apartment is loud and warm. “Powers plate is on the left, the rest of you can sit wherever you want” I slightly demand with my voice, everyone surrounds the table and aki is nowhere to be found but of course one glance to the right and he is right on the balcony just admiring the totally interesting sky, I get up from my seat and walk over to the sliding doors that enclose the balcony, sliding them gently and stepping over and sliding the door shut behind me. “I did your job, could you finish now and have something to eat?” He glances my direction, I can barely look at him because its so bright outside, squinting my eyes I ask him to come in, he throws the cigarette out the window, “before you sit down though, can you wash your hands? I can barely stand the smell on himeno when we eat I don't need you to add on to her please” I ask with a bit of sarcasm on my face, Aki never gives me any reactions when I speak, sometimes I hate speaking to him, it feels like i'm speaking to a wall that thinks im stupid or something. “I got it.” Finally a response comes out of his mouth, I motion towards the table and slide the door open again. 

Today is rather quiet, it's about noon now and everyone is doing their own thing around the apartment, himeno and aki are talking, and i'm over here babysitting power and denji. “You know she doesnt like boys, stop trying to talk to her” power sticks her tongue out at denji, “why is this always a discussion with you two? Denji doesnt even talk to me because you scare him away power, look at where he's sitting right now power” I laugh as denji is a good 2 feet away from me, powers attachment to me makes me happy, she's sweet and funny when she isn't doing anything for personal gain and her cat likes me so she automatically likes me more because of meowy. 

“Val, we need to start heading out soon, please kick them out I don't want to do it myself” Himeno says walking towards her room, I stand up and sigh, “well you heard her, you guys also have things to do so please make her happy” I start walking the duo towards the door, aki follows behind me as I open the door for power and denji to walk out, I move to the side to give aki a chance to leave as well, as hes walking out he looks at me, weird, he's just staring me down like he wants to say something, “Thanks.” That's it? It took him that long to utter the word thanks? I dislike non aggressive aki…it's hard to speak to him when he's giving me auto generated response, “anytime, but don’t think ill let you smoke near my plants again” I smile at him, he starts walking towards the elevator where denji is waving goodbye to me and power is just intensely looking at him, waving back I close the door and head to change myself. 

Himeno and I headout the house and embark on whatever Ms.Makima has planned for us and it'll always end with himeno complaining, either way it's the job we have to do so she’ll shut up eventually. Himeno opens the door for me to enter Makimas office, “Hello, valentine.” makima said to me, greeting himeno next. “I've been alerted about a demon with a piece of the gun devil is roaming around Shinjuku station, it's unknown what type of demon it is, if you could go and patrol that area to give everyone peace of mind it would be appreciated.” Quickly me and himeno leave to head to our destination, and soon the complaining will start. “Shinjuku? Really the most populated place we could go to, I hate her stupid assignments, its always some low level slime sucking devil!” I just let her take it out, we shortly started heading towards a train to take us. 

Arriving at Shinjuku station I'm quickly distracted by the thousands of stores I could be exploring but sadly I'll have to focus on finding the devil disturbing, me and himeno walk the streets up and down just patrolling with nothing to be found. Me and himeno stop for some lunch, i'm not really interested in eating anything so I just had a drink while with fascination I watch her eat the burger she bought, wondering what this day is gonna lead us to.

[biribaa]

I need more edgar x reader stuff please please pleasePLEASEPLEASEPLEASE,, just,,,,,, just 1 romantic oneshot I'm begginf

Spending Valentine's Day With Your Computer Boyfriend!!1!!1[Free][No virus!!]

For yall's valentines day

You looked at yourself in the mirror, analyzing whether your current clothes suited you and the context of a date. Some of your clothes were your favorite color, and the style suited you... And at the same time, you feel that Edgar would love to see you like this.

"Darling?~" The computer voice came out through the main room. You let out a small giggle, and with a little shyness, you slowly opened the door of your room that led to the living room, opening a small crack.

The room was dark, the only lighting being candles on a table with red cloth with two chairs. In the chair on the other side, there was Edgar, the only detail different from him being two boxes under him, to make him right in front of you. Not to mention the little tie taped to him.

You smiled, and opened the door all the way and stepped your foot into the room.

"Oh my– Edgar this is wonderful! Did you do all this? How?" You approached the table, noticing two plates on the table that had nothing less than a bowl of microwaved Mac 'n' cheese on them.

"Magicians don't tell their secrets, right?" Edgar smirked.

You sat in the chair, and pushed the chair further into the table. You watched the whole scene in front of you, and everything left you almost breathless, it's been a long time since you went on a date, and you're pretty sure this is one of your best.

"Sooo? What do you think, huh? I couldn't find much in your closet but I at least did something!" The computer cheered

Then you chuckled, "It's perfect Edgar, I loved it! I wouldn't mind cooking something with you of course, but I still think it's cute how you tried to make something for both of us..."

Edgar shyly giggled, sounding flurstered "Thank you..." Later on, Edgar simulated a sound that would sound like someone clearing their throat "B-But anyway, go on, eat it!"

–––

You laughed at your partner's joke, finally finishing your feed.

"Oh my god-" You were interrupted by your own laughter "Screw you!" You smiled, placing both your arms on the table.

"Aww, come on, but you love me!"

"Heh, yeah, but you're so goofy sometimes"

"Well... If goofy means love you forever and ever, then..."

And once again, Edgar managed to get another laugh out of you that he found so, so charming, our computer pal's circuits melt just listening to it.

"Silly..." You smiled forever, and rested your head on your arms on the table, closing your eyes for a mere second.

A brief moment of silence, you opened your eyes, only to find Edgar's screen, your cheeks heated up, and butterflies tickled your belly.

But unexpectedly, coming from Edgar's voice box, a melody began to echo across the room, making your attention increase.

You lifted your head and shoulders trying to recognize the song, only to realize it was a song both you and Edgar knew, "Computer Love" by Zapp

Your cheeks flushed "Hey!"

"Ahem, may I have a dance with you, darling~?" Edgar echoed, winch was enough to make your face red.

A moment of silence for you to analyze Edgar's request was left in the air. You lightly tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, slowly getting up from your chair, approaching your boyfriend. You analyzed the chair he was in, noting that it had wheels, which was perfect for your idea.

You grabbed the handles on the chair, and pulled the chair towards you, making Edgar look at you. He was still a little smaller than you, but with those boxes down, it's already a big step forward.

You and Edgar walked away from the table, into a more spacious area of ​​the room. You gently, yet firmly positioned one of her arms around Edgar's pretend body with the other still on the arm of the chair, so that in the end you rest your head on top of Edgar's monitor, starting the slow dance.

It was perfect, it was shy, delicate, and best of all, it was romantic, especially with the candlelight in the area and the music playing.

It seemed that your lungs were intoxicated with the scent of flowers, the situation was so simple, but even so, it left your lungs so affected. You closed your eyes, patting Edgar's "back"

You both stay there, continuing to rock back and forth, and sometimes, Edgar sneakily whisper sweet nothings towards you and your appearence

What a charming night.

[arotechno]

November 2022 Carnival of Aros: Sentimentality

I am, perhaps ironically, a very sentimental person.

It’s a source of strife for me, as a nonpartnering aro. The prompt for this month suggested thinking about sentimentality in a romantic context, but I find that ironic—conflating sentimentality with romance isn’t something I want to do, at all. That belief, that there is no room for tenderness outside of romance, is the very thing that causes me such strife in the first place.

I’ve always been sentimental. I cried on my last day of elementary school because I was going to miss my bus driver. I’ve spent hours overcome with nostalgia for even the worst parts of my life, and waxing poetic about things that other people find meaningless. I’ve written love letters to friends like we were going off to war, even though we were going to see each other the very next day. I designed valentines each year for anyone who wanted them, I made my friends handmade cards and birthday gifts, I wrote a eulogy for my marching band career and cried when I realized I had grown apart from a very dear friend.

It’s never been about romance for me, or even love more broadly. It’s the kind of thing the world tries to beat out of you—the idea that even the most mundane things in our life should deserve to be treated with earnest tenderness and celebrated, rather than be met from an ironic distance, held at arm’s length. With platonic relationships, especially, we are taught as we grow older that such sentimentality should only be reserved for those we are romantically involved with, and that it isn’t appropriate anywhere else.

I’ve fallen victim to this in many ways, over the years. I have often been told that simple things are “not that deep”, that they do not deserve my nostalgia or my devotion. I’ve always rejected that, as I pride myself on caring deeply and openly about the things that move me, even if it makes others cringe.

But it’s harder when it comes to my friendships, as the guilt and shame I sometimes feel about being aromantic clouds my ability to express my feelings openly. I sometimes feel like my love is Too Much, or that I’m not feeling it or showing it right, or that it’s somehow overflowing and yet not enough all at the same time. I fear that my desire to treat my friends with the same unabashed devotion that one might reserve for their romantic partner will make them uncomfortable and drive them away, or send the wrong signals. It’s especially hard being non-partnering, as even in aromantic spaces many still conflate stronger or “deeper” feelings with a certain kind of partnership or a certain kind of love, and I’ve never been willing or able to categorize my feelings or my relationships with the people I care about in that type of way.

So I do not write love letters to my friends anymore, and I haven’t made valentines in years, and I don’t express my feelings like I maybe should. But I’m still a sentimental person; sometimes I look at my friends or my family or even a really beautiful sunset and am overcome with such a deep affection that I don’t know how to express anymore. So it all stays inside me, all stopped up with no place to go. And I’m not fond of that way of being.

I do think all of the people and places and things in our lives are worth getting sentimental over. It isn’t a crime to feel strongly, and I don’t think we should have to approach our own feelings from within a shroud of irony so as to seem cool or above it all. It’s fine if people aren’t sentimental, of course. We’re all entitled to our own way of interacting with the world. But I think we should be free to be sentimental about whatever and whoever we want, even if it makes other people cringe and roll their eyes.

I’m sentimental. I always will be, despite society’s efforts to purge it from me. I suppose it’s worth being proud of that, too.

[wsthproduction]

Hello! This is your invitation to a real-time online event happening February 27th to March 3rd for a website ARG blending slice of life, horror, and comedy with nerdy media galore. I humbly ask for you to just check out Weird Stuff That Happens. It's free — no ads, no BS, just my experimental web series and story experience. If you like Homestar Runner, Marble Hornets, Hypnospace Outlaw, or anything else with cool internet secrets, WSTH may interest you.

Weird Stuff That Happens is an ARG (alternate reality game) in the form of a variety fun fact blog website owned by a young webmaster, Thomas "Tomtab" Bennedetto and run by the site moderation crew. Among them are Tom's childhood friends: Mouse, a quiet but witty English major; David, the coolest dude Tom knows; and Ariel, a sugary sweet dynamo. Joining them are Tom's new friends: the enigmatic Calexta, aloof programmer Joey, and Pim — a pompous heckler turned ironic website nemesis. Tom, David, Mouse, Joey, Cal and Ariel all live in the curious fictional town of Cranesbill, Georgia. A strange air seems to linger there, touched with odd occurrences, strange secrets, and mythical mysteries.

Unbeknownst to most, Tom pours his heart and soul into the website to distract himself from a dark, heavy secret: Tom was attacked by something eldritch inside a VHS tape as a child. And the evil residing in that tape is still out to get him. Lucky for him, Cal miraculously knows how to deter supernatural monsters and other paranormal activity— but Cal's magic has its limits.

The dawn of March 7th, 2023 marks the 20th anniversary of the grotesque VHS creature attacking Tom. It approaches with each passing day, and Tom knows this date is gonna majorly suck eggs. What he doesn’t know is that his old assailant is already planning to infiltrate the one place he thought he was safe…

WSTH is an ongoing ARG with arcs, but you don't have to read the full shebang before shit hits the fan for poor Tom — assuming you don't just want to work backwards from the carnage. There are just a few specific pages that might give the series a little more context, and for you, a little more insight:

Character list (Link)

Tom's Dream Journal (Link)

Finch House Investigation (Part 1)/(Part 2)

Valentine's event (Link)

Out-of-kayfabe Discord (Link)

This March arc, without spoiling too much, will make Tom face his worst fears and completely warp the website. There will be a number of cool ARG puzzles spanning the site mid-event and the site's status quo will be altered permanently.

I would like to thank everyone who has helped me get this far in the project, and I hope you all enjoy the efforts put forth by myself and those I'm honored to have a helping hand from.

Are you ready for things to get really weird?

[kogglyuffs]

hoooh man me sharing dead plate fics.. fun: ghost au pt. 4

//finally, the moment youve been waiting for.. rody's bday and the context of my drawing... letsa go

@aactuallyno

The day of love and friendship. Where lovers and friends gk and buy gifts for eachother, have several dates, eat chocolate and tell eachother how much they matter. It was a beautiful day for everyone else. But it was also his day. Rody's day. His birthday.

He ignored everything else around him, he just wanted to get back at home as soon as possible. He used a bit of his remaining funds he had when he worked at the bistro, just to buy a little piece of cake, not a whole birthday cake, but a sole piece. He shut his door as he leaned his back against it, giving a huge exhale, he could sense that feeling approach him already: sadness, guilt, remorse. It wasn't his first time feeling like this in Valentine's Day, but he feels so much worse than what he could remember during that era before he met her.

Rody went ahead and sat down at the couch, eating the piece of cake he got, awaiting for it to remove away his ideas. It kinda felt icky, as some thoughts of Manon's terrible but good-hearted baking would come to mind, he tried to brush them off, anxiously chewing on the cake nonstop. But it wouldn't stop, the more he remembered, the more dread he felt for this day: he is alone, all alone, both for Valentine's day, and his own birthday. His family is gone, Manon is gone, nobody else is around. Right, he already experienced this before, what about it, right? Right? It shouldn't be so different from when you were on your own. But once you get a taste of what you thought love is like, it is really hard to let go just like that.

Rody shook his head and just finished his cake whole, slamming the dish onto the table. "It's nothing… Just another year, me getting older and older, it's nothing! Nothing at all, just another average day…" He rubbed his face as he layed down on the couch. There was no need for him to stay awake when there was nothing else to do, nothing going on, nowhere to go, nobody to meet. So he just… waited until his eyes closed.

…

Before his eyes, there was a plate with a cake and a candle, not a big one, but it wasn't a mere piece of cake either, but an average cake. The room had no lights, only the candle and illuminated aprts of the cake being visible. Rody stared at it with tiresome eyes, yet feeling strange. He got startled when hearing someone singing and gently clapping next to him, "Happy birthday, dear Rody! Happy birthday to you!~".

Rody turned, there she was, the blue Manon he saw in another dream.

"Manon?" Rody asked

Manon turned to him with a soft smile, "Happy birthday, Rody! And Valentines day as well"

Rody smiled a bit, but when he tried to approach Manon's hand, he frowned.

"Ah, this isn't real, isn't it?"

"Hm? What about it?" Manon asked

"I mean, nobody is here and-"

"I am here, Rody"

"Yeah! But- Ahh, I don't know like… You'e here but you're NOT here, you know what I mean?"

"I am here, Rody, don't worry! You won't spend your special day by yourself"

"Ahh, it's my mind playing games with me, right? It's just making me imagine things that I want so bad to be real, only for them to not be real!"

"Rody…" Manon frowned

"Maybe I could just imagine you're alive! And that we're together! I could imagine my family are alive as well! Would imagine this wasn't a horrible day at all right now! Until…"

"Rody… Listen" Manon approached him and held his hand, "You… You are right, this is not real, it may be just a dream-"

"Right? Like… What's the point of bein-"

"Listen! This may not be real… But you really shouldn't feel down because of it.. These are memories gathering up to show you the moments you've enjoyed, memories you may remember them with pain, but it shouldn't be like that… Just think about those moments we spent time together, and about how happy they were for you, how real those feelings were…"

Rody sighed, "My feelings… may be real, but.. those moments, this moment, doesn't feel real, but it still.. makes me happy to see you again, and hear your sweet voice.."

Manon leaned against Rody's arm, "Well, even if this moment isn't real, it's better to enjoy the feeling, the moment, and create some new memories with it, right?"

Rody turned back to the cake, and blew the candle, making the room go entirely black. But it wasn't dark for a long while, as the sun was rising infront of his window, welcoming another day.

[tuffin-tuffmuffin]

Scheduling Conflict

Holy heck, I actually wrote something again. My submission for the Irumakun Discord server’s Kalego’s Really Romantic Birthday Party™ event.

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The bells gave their final six tolls, ending the school day at Babyls. Kalego stood outside the doors of the Student Council Presidential Office, with the Student Council members packing quietly and leaving at his behest. He gave a quick knock on the office’s door, hearing an uncharacteristically cheerful tone from the resident President inside. “Come in!” As Kalego stepped in, he watched the President’s warm smile switch to a polite one, as she continued packing her bag. Clearly, she expected someone shorter. “Professor Kalego,” she greeted. “President Azazel.” Ameri’s brow furrowed, and she reached for her phone as Kalego approached her desk. She thumbed it over for a few moments, then looked up. “There must be some confusion, Professor,” she said in an even tone. “I believe I asked to reschedule our meeting to... next week.” “Indeed,” Kalego replied flatly. “Which you agreed to?” “Yes.” “Then... can I help you with something?” Ameri finished packing her bag, standing up and meeting him in the center of the office. Her amber eyes, expertly hiding her annoyance, peered down at the not-quite-tall-anymore professor. Yet, Kalego could bring her down to his level. In a casual tone he asked, “Yes, Miss Ameri, I was wondering if you could answer something for me. What exactly is a ‘Valentine’s’ and ‘date?’” Now her eyes hid her alarm. “...In what context?” “The context is preceding ‘with Iruma,’ and surrounded by heart symbols. I briefly saw our meeting renamed to that after we agreed to reschedule, but before I accepted the new event in the online calendar you shared with me. When the whole event disappeared a minute later, I grew curious.”

Kalego leaned in, enjoying the single drop of sweat beading on Ameri’s forehead. Babyls’ second strictest disciplinarian under the gaze of its first was clearly a foreign experience to her. Eventually, the girl gave a rather meek response. “It’s, umm... ‘Valentine’s Day’ is a holiday from a fictional book series Iruma and I both enjoy. Fourteenth day of the second month. It happened to line up with both of our schedules with just a little adjustment and...” “How is it celebrated?” “Well, it’s... meant to celebrate love, in all kinds. Platonic, familial, courtly–”  “Romantic?” He asked.    “Y-yes.” “Disappointing,” he said with a sigh. “Do better.” Her head tilted, a little indignant, a little defiant. “Professor Kalego, I greatly respect your dedication to academia and creating a safe and nurturing environment for students to learn. But if there was a memo encouraging teachers to meddle in any students’ hypothetical romantic relationships outside of school, I didn’t receive it.” “I am always qualified to give students advice, Miss Ameri,” Kalego replied, enjoying the feistiness provoked out of her. He began pacing, at the speed of a lecture. “And if I see them trading their ambition for frivolous romantic whims, I feel an obligation to step in.” “Excuse me?” “Miss Ameri, you rescheduled your Zaiyn exam studying primer to, what, go frolic with Iruma? I expected better from Babyls’ star student. What other critical moments will you postpone if your resolve is this weak?” “Professor.” Ameri closed the distance in a single stride, squaring up with him perfectly. It might have intimidated her fellow student, but a mere student he was not. “My weeks are filled with lessons, patrolling, student government, meetings, studying, and far, far more than any other student at this school. If I ever get a free evening, that’s because I put in the extra work weeks or months beforehand to find that opportunity. I hope you’ll understand, Professor, I didn’t ask to push back our meeting one week– One. Week.– because I chose between ambition or Iruma. I chose to pursue Iruma because I know my ambition isn’t frail enough to be undercut by a week’s delay.” Ameri hadn’t ceded an inch despite his own withering stare. Her eyes shone with an intensity Kalego worried he wouldn’t see. So, he let her continue. “I welcome critiques of my capabilities. I’ll tolerate your cynicism over my fondness for Iruma. But I would politely ask you to not to doubt my ambition. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date to attend.” Dramatically cocking her head to the side, she stepped around him and towards the exit. “Very well,” Kalego agreed plainly. “O-Okay?” After all the furor she’d summoned, him accepting it so quickly and matter-of-factly stalled her stride, and Ameri peered back. Kalego gave a respectful nod. “I came here because I was curious, like I said. I got my answer. Though I didn’t particularly care about you proving that fool crush of yours.” She tried to save face, despite its reddening. “Hypothetical crush, Professor.” “‘Valentine’s Date with Iruma,’ with hearts on both sides.” Her face disappeared behind her bangs as she turned away. “In truth, Azazel, you and that b–” He nearly called Iruma a brat on reflex, but Iruma had come a long way. “–that boy, you both could have done far worse. Babyls’ two brightest stars wouldn’t be a bad combination.” “I... appreciate that,” she said. “You’re in a playful mood, Professor.” “Of course. It’s my birthday,” Kalego offered, the fakest of smiles on his face. “Oh. Well, Happy Birthday, Professor.” “Happy Valentine’s. Don’t worry, I don’t think Iruma will mind how late you are.” Seeing students panic never grew old. Time taken: 4.5 hours Words: 891 Hope you enjoyed! It would be fun to do a daily writing challenge sometime. 

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers ❤️

Thanks for the tag @hazelmaines and @myfavouritelunatic!

My five favorite fics that I’ve written:

1. but i thought you might [haladriel modern au | E | noncon | 46.9k | 14/?] — this is my most personal fic, focused primarily on religious trauma and the effect it has on one’s relationship to sex in particular. the archive warning is for some extremely dubious consent in chapter 5.

“Stop fucking running from what you want,” he murmurs, slipping his free hand beneath her shoulders, golden hair tangled around his wrist and laced between his fingers as they sink into her skin. “You’re not scared of me, you’re scared of yourself.”

The words sear into her with the precision of a cautery pen, burning through any vestiges of self-denial still humming in her mind, loosening each thought at the root.

2. at the museum, with you across the way [haladriel modern au | E | 40.9k | 13/?] — art history students fake dating. this is my rom-com.

“In another life, or another world, in a different context with different circumstances,” he runs a hand through her hair, and she tries to stifle her sigh, “it probably would’ve happened.”

3. one hand on the wheel, one in your mouth [haladriel modern au | E | underage | 8.3k | 1/1] — on his 18th birthday, halbrand realizes he’s in love with his little sister’s best friend. too bad their age gap falls one month outside of romeo and juliet laws. don’t let the archive warning put you off (it’s for some mild sexual content that happens when she’s 17), this is such a sweet and beautiful little love story.

Instead, Galadriel crosses to the fridge, stepping too close to him and staring up in a strange blend of expectation and defiance. Almost like she’s daring Halbrand to do something. As if this is all just a silly game for children to play.

In so many ways, she’s still the same little girl who first moved in next door. She doesn’t understand the potential consequences of her actions. Or if she does, she doesn’t care.

And for a moment, neither does he.

4. the shark in your water [haladriel modern au | E | noncon, underage | 13.3k | 4/?] — galadriel and her stepbrother have an 11 year age gap and a very fucked up relationship. mind the tags and warnings on this one. it’s horror but contains some of the most beautiful prose i’ve ever written.

The sun yawns itself awake, threading fractured beams of light through tiny cracks in the darkness with every stretch and groan. Galadriel stands at the shore, feet sinking into damp sand, peering out at the horizon as streaks of gold bleed into the last remnants of night until the sky resembles the fading bruises on her thighs.

Though she feels him draw near, she does not acknowledge the man whose thumbprint matches the stained skin pulling tight at her hipbone as she shifts her weight. Each sense sharpens on his approach until her skin hums with anxious awareness. Their polarity charts an erratic course from like to opposite and back again, before settling into a too-familiar tension that both repels and attracts.

5. burn, brand my memory [haladriel modern au | M | 6.7k | 1/1] — two days before her wedding, galadriel goes for a midnight stroll with the ex who inspired her novel. a short and sweet little fic written for valentine’s day 2023. inspired by richard linklater’s before trilogy, particularly before sunset.

She stares down at her ring with eyes that don’t feel like her own, and watches the trembling fingers on her right hand fiddle with the piece of jewelry. It’s easier to breathe without it, but to acknowledge this would be a betrayal of the worst kind. Her tolerance for betrayal lies solely in those small, silent actions of self-denial she takes. It’s a cruel punishment for the crime of being her, a slow suffocation that leaves no visible marks.

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