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amugoffandoms · 3 months

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Woo!! It's time! It's time for the gift exchange!! (@milgram-valentines-exchange) Happy Valentine's Day to @mrcrazyvillainvillainn!! I had such a fun time writing your gift!! Truly gotta let Mahiru and Mikoto be silly and happy! I really hope you enjoy!! I've never written a ship fic for any of the prisoners, so I guess we ball?? (Also, let me know if you want the art without the titles!!) JIAWODJIAOW Anyways, here we go! Please enjoy...

do i dare love you? (i have always loved you)

Is this selfish? This isn’t too much, is it? I just love you so much. How long would this dream go on? I guess we can just say that this feeling is happiness~ Do you really think you know what love is? You don’t have to keep it in and hide it away. "I love you", the reason why I'm here This is how "I" will love "you"! --- "To be honest, Mikoto Kayano didn't know what to expect." "Mahiru Shiina fixes the flowers in a bouquet and hands it off to the customer." (Mikoto Kayano and Mahiru Shiina love each other in the smallest of moments.)

To be honest, Mikoto Kayano didn't know what to expect. Getting a mysterious call out of the blue? Well, ah… That’s sure to scare him.

No, no, everything’s fine. No need to resort to anything crazy.

Mikoto exhales and splashes some water on his face. Turning off the sink, he looks up at the mirror and flashes himself a smile.

…ah, okay, that was a little embarrassing. Mikoto laughs to himself as he walks out of the bathroom and back to his desk.

He drums his pen against his desk as he moves his mouse around to turn his computer back on. Placing his head on his hand, he scrolls through emails and emails.

…

It’s just the same emails. “Fix that.” “I liked the original design better; can you do it again?” “The deadline moved. Make sure your designs are ready for–”

Ping!

Mikoto blinks and glances over at his phone.

New Message: make sure to come soon!

Right, yeah. Mikoto has to head back home soon. Okay, he should really get a start on his work so he can head home early!

Sitting straight, Mikoto pulls up some designs on his computer and grabs the small stack of papers.

With one more glance at the ideas given, Mikoto starts designing.

Mikoto leans back in his chair and slumps back. The design… is done! This is where Mikoto pretends to hear a soft achievement noise. Ding!

Anyways, Mikoto exhales and looks at the papers on his desk. The design is nice! One of his finest designs, actually. He flips through the papers and nods to himself, happy with the result.

In the corner of his eye, he notices his boss and quickly waves him down. The second his boss looks at him with a small smile, Mikoto realizes his desk is an absolute mess.

Ack–! Why did he leave his energy drink can here? Oh, these papers need to be in a folder–

Right after Mikoto finishes rearranging his desk, his boss finally makes it to his desk.

“Chief! I finished the design you wanted me to make!” Mikoto hands the stack of designs with a small smile. His boss blinks, clearly surprised at how fast Mikoto finished the designs. He flips through the small stack, checking each design.

His serious expression seriously doesn’t tell me anything… Mikoto internally groans.

“Good job, Kayano.” His boss places the stack underneath his arm. “These will probably suffice for our client. Do you have other designs that need to be completed?” “Ah, um–” Mikoto looks around at his desk. He doesn’t think he does. “...No…?’

“Oh?” His boss asks, surprised for some reason. Hey, Mikoto knows how to finish his work if it isn’t being constantly changed! “Ah… Alright then… I guess you…” His boss looks around the office. “...Actually, it looks like everyone is preoccupied.”

Mikoto shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Please don’t give him more work. Please don’t give him more work.

His boss lifts his wrist and looks at his watch. “Hm… It’s seven. Earlier than I would like to let anyone out.”

Oh, please. Please. Please-!!

His boss sighs. “Alright, Kayano. You may head home early today. I’m only doing this because you’ve got most of your work under control and I unfortunately don’t want to bother your coworkers with giving you their work.” You would anyway, but you seem to be in good spirits today…? “Thank you, Chief!” Mikoto smiles. “Don’t expect this often from me. Have a good night.” His boss turns right around and walks away, going over to a different cubicle. Mikoto watches as his boss walks away and pumps his fist.

Woo! I’m free! Mikoto grins to himself as he packs his stuff into his bag. Standing up, he shuts his computer off and looks around. To be honest, he feels really bad for his coworkers…

But, he promised to get home as soon as he could. Mikoto glances at his phone, specifically that one notification.

make sure to come soon!

He doesn’t want to break his promise. So, with a quiet exhale, he walks to the elevator and clicks the button to go down. The elevator doors open.

He walks in.

…

“…oh, I forgot to press the button to the lobby–” Mikoto mumbles as he quickly clicks the button down.

Mikoto hears the key click in the lock and turns the doorknob. As he walks into his apartment, the lights are all out.

“I could’ve sworn I left the lights on…?” Mikoto mumbles as he takes the key out of the lock and shrugs off his coat. He slowly walks through his apartment, fumbling for the lights.

His hands land on the switch and Mikoto flips the lights on–

Arms wrap around Mikoto’s neck. Something makes Mikoto twitch. “Surprise~!”

Mikoto jumps.

Mahiru laughs above him as Mikoto lies on the ground, dazed. “Ma– Mappi???” Someone relaxes.

“Hehe~ Did I scare you?” Mahiru giggles, absolutely beaming. “A… a little, yeah!” Mikoto dusts himself off. “I think I hit my head… Ow…”

Mahiru’s laughter immediately stops. “Ah– did I hurt you? Hey, let me see–” Mahiru quickly kneels on the floor and scoots next to Mikoto. “No, no. I’m okay, I promise– Please don’t worry!” Mikoto gives a weak smile. “Let me just look, okay?” Mahiru says, with a soft voice filled with concern. (Her voice is always soft, but these moments, they're just a little bit more comforting. Maybe it’s Mikoto being too detail-oriented recently, but he’s decided to notice the smaller things.)

Mikoto swallows. “Okay.”

She looks at the back of Mikoto’s head, checking for any bumps or bruises. The moment is silent as Mahiru looks all over Mikoto’s head for anything and Mikoto sits there, quiet.

To be honest, he doesn’t want to say anything. He doesn’t want to ruin it. It’s… those small moments, right? When you know someone loves you. Those are the moments you want to hold in your hands because they’re so fuzzy and warm.

“I love you,” Mikoto whispers.

There’s a pause. Mahiru stops checking his hair. Her hands are still. She’s not moving.

Did he ruin it? Maybe he should apologize and–

“I love you, too,” Mahiru whispers back.

And, they’re back to silence.

Mahiru scoots back in front of him. “You’re okay. Nothing too bad, okay?”

She says it with a voice that makes him know she cares: a warm, loving voice. It makes him want to cry just because she loves him.

And, he loves her. And, he'll make sure she knows that.

“Okay,” Mahiru says, her voice oddly strained. Is… is she about to cry? “Um… Okay, I made some food for you. I– I know you don’t usually like big gestures and I really shouldn’t push myself, but… I think you deserve it, okay?” “Okay.” Mikoto nods. He stands up and gives a hand to Mahiru, who takes it with a small giggle. “Hehe, this feels like a fairy tale~” She hums.

“Hey, can I…?” “Eh? Do what?” Mahiru asks, with a tilted head. “I mean, whatever it is, I don’t mind~”

Mikoto places a small kiss on Mahiru’s cheek. “Ah–!! Hey–! Oh–” She’s red, blushing from ear to ear.

Mikoto laughs. “That was payback.” “Oh, you-!!” Mahiru has an angry look, but her smile says otherwise. “Fine, fine! That’s fair. Okay, come on, let’s eat~ I don’t want our food to be cold!” Mahiru grabs Mikoto’s hand in hers, trying to drag him over to the table.

Her hands are warm. Mahiru quickly pauses as she looks at Mikoto and their hands. “Is everything okay…?” Mikoto nods.

“Everything’s perfect.”

Mahiru Shiina fixes the flowers in a bouquet and hands it off to the customer. “Have a good afternoon~” She grins.

As the shopkeeper’s bell rings to show the customer has left, Mahiru sighs and melts into the counter. “Shiina…? Are you alright?” One of her coworkers asks as they walk over. Mahiru mumbles something into the counter. “Uh…” They laugh. “Okay, I’m guessing you’re not okay. Um…”

Mahiru keeps her head on the counter as she hears her coworker’s footsteps slowly disappear.

Mahiru sighs. She’s really tired… She wasn’t able to get any sleep last night. She doesn’t even know why. She just couldn’t sleep. A lady like her should be getting her beauty sleep!

Oh, well… She’ll just have to brave the storm!

Mahiru quickly lifts her head up and instantly gets hit with a fit of dizziness.

Ah, that was a bad idea…

As Mahiru quickly blinks away the dizziness, she notices her boss and coworker walking over.

“I wasn’t doing anything–! I mean, I was doing something, I promise!” Mahiru awkwardly laughs as she waves her hands around defensively. Her boss shakes her head. “Mahiru, you can head home. We don’t expect that many people today, and you seem tired. I can cover whatever is left of your shift.” “Ah, but–” “I’ll pay you for your full shift, alright? Just head home.” “Okay.” Mahiru hesitantly nods and takes off her apron as she heads to the break room to grab her stuff.

When Mahiru returns with her belongings, her coworker hands her a small bouquet with lilyturf, dahlias, forget-me-nots, and red lilies.

“I know you’ve enjoyed taking these kinds of flowers home recently, so here you are!” As Mahiru opens her mouth to speak, her coworker continues, “And, don’t worry about the charge. I already paid for it.” Mahiru blinks, taking the bouquet and looking at it. “Ah… Oh. Thank you.” Mahiru smiles at the flowers.

“Of course! Now, rest well!”

Mahiru smiles at her coworker before leaving the store, the shopkeeper’s bell ringing behind her.

Mahiru hums as she enters her apartment and quickly walks over to her table near the couch, grabbing water from the kitchen. She places her bag on the floor next to the couch.

Sitting on the couch, she pours some water into a glass vase. Then, she places her bouquet in the vase.

Mahiru looks at the bouquet for a few moments, admiring each flower.

When she yawns, she finally lowers her head on a pillow and slowly…

Closes…

Her eyes…

There’s a smell of food cooking in the air. She feels warm.

Mahiru slowly blinks the sleepiness from her eyes and looks around.

…why is there a blanket on her…? Is someone cooking?

Confused, she pushes herself upright and glances at the kitchen.

Mikoto.

Mikoto is cooking.

“Huh…?” Mahiru blurts out, sleepy and confused. Mikoto looks over at Mahiru. “Oh, hey! You’re awake! Sorry, I tried calling you, but you were asleep. Um, so I let myself in with the spare key!”

Mahiru glances at her bag on the floor and quickly picks it up. Opening it, she searches for her phone. When she finally finds it, she turns it on and sees the notifications flood her lock screen.

3 Missed Calls

10 New Messages:

hey, mappi ^^!!

i’m off from work so i’m coming to visit!

Ah wait you might be at work

Go back to work!!

i think your door is locked??

hello?

mappi??

i’m letting myself in, ok?

oh dear where’s your key

found it!! Coming in now :D

Mahiru rambles as she stares at the notifications, “Ah– I didn’t realize you were calling. I’m so sorry, please forgive me–”

“Hey, hey. It’s all good!” Mikoto smiles. “You were tired, so I let you sleep. I grabbed a blanket from your closet. Hope that’s okay!”

Mahiru nods and sits there for a moment, not sure what to do.

She glances over at the table, spotting the bouquet. She looks at Mikoto, who has a smile on his face as he tries to cook some soup.

She knows why she likes getting these flowers.

They remind her of Mikoto.

They remind her of how much she loves him.

She loves him.

“Hey, let me help you, okay~?” Mahiru sings as she hops up and skips over to the kitchen. “No, I’m okay. I can cook, see?” Mahiru looks at the small pot Mikoto is using to cook soup.

It’s… hm… not the best soup…?

“Just let me help you, alright?” “Alright, alright.” Mikoto, stepping back, raises his hands. “Show me what you want to do.”

Mahiru quickly slides in front of Mikoto and glances at the pot. "Can you wrap your arms around me?"

"Eh–?" Mikoto coughs in shock. "Yeah, yeah– Um…"

Mikoto quickly wraps her arms around Mahiru and looks over her shoulder as he tries to stir.

“Mhm~” Mahiru hums. “You’re stirring a little too harshly. Relax, okay?” “Alright.” Mikoto slowly stirs the soup. “Still too tense. Okay, hold on.” Mahiru places her hands on his. “Okay, now… We’ll do this together, okay?”

Mikoto is quiet. Mahiru takes that as his yes.

Mahiru, with Mikoto’s hands in hers, slowly stirs the soup. She murmurs some small compliments.

Mahiru lets go of his hands and smiles. “See, you’re doing it now!” Mikoto breathes a sigh of relief. “Is it better? Honestly, I really couldn’t tell the difference.” “Hmm… Well, I guess there really isn’t.” Mahiru shrugs. “But, I think the amount of quiet, slow care you put into something will show itself." She's made herself learn that love can be soft and strong. Ever since her last boyfriend and she broke up on... amicable terms, she's tried being better. For love, and for who she loves. “I see.” “...I know it really doesn’t make sense. I’m sorry.” Mahiru shakes her head and slides out from in front of Mikoto.

“No, no. It makes sense, I promise.” Mikoto looks over at Mahiru with a smile. “It shows that you care.”

Mahiru smiles back.

After a few moments with Mahiru helping Mikoto cook, they finally eat together at the table.

“Mappi?” Mikoto fidgets with his spoon. “Hmm?” Mahiru hums, food in her mouth. “Thank you.”

Mahiru blinks and just nods. “Y-yeah, of course…!”

Ah– That was so embarrassing…! Not at all lady-like! I should’ve just…!!

“I really don’t cook often, so that was really helpful. Haha…” Mikoto rubs his neck with a smile. “I mean, I do cook! It’s just… noodles and stuff.” “Well, now you know how to cook one more thing!” Mahiru smiles.

“Yeah.” Mikoto looks at Mahiru with a loving smile on his face.

His smile is so sweet. He even tries to do stuff he’s never done before for me! Ack… My heart can’t take it–!!

I love you.

Mikoto stares at Mahiru before laughing.

“E-eh?? What did I do??” “Nothing, nothing. I love you, too.” Mikoto grins.

…she said that out loud…

Mahiru is instantly embarrassed. She feels warm again, but she’s not wearing a blanket. “Oh… Ah–” “Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s sort of cute, I think…?” Mikoto rubs his neck. “Ah– If you say so…!!”

The two of them continue eating when Mikoto suddenly speaks up again. “Hey, did you mean to make you help me feel like one of those scenes from a movie…?” “E-eh?? No, no, wait– Ah. I really didn’t, I swear!!” Mahiru frantically shakes her head. Mikoto blinks, seeming to realize Mahiru is a little panicked. “Hey, no! I thought it was sweet–!”

Mahiru awkwardly laughs. “I’m glad you do… Um… Maybe I was subconsciously inspired by something…?”

“That’s okay.” Mikoto shrugs. “Everything you do is sweet.”

Mahiru beams.

“If it’s for you, I’ll make sure it’s worth everything.”

#mug writes #mug draws #milgram #milgram project #mikoto kayano #kayano mikoto #mahiru shiina #shiina mahiru #milgram fanfic #milgramvalentine's2024 #milgram valentine's exchange #we're going to have some afterward notes so let's see uhh #the notes are more detailed on ao3 so you can also check int out there lol #i wanted to have small references to what their crimes were #so you can see John pop in for a moment because he believed Mikoto was about to get attacked but once John realized it was Mahiru he relaxe #I wanted Mahiru and her boyfriend to break up amicably because their relationship is really crucial to Mahiru's character #I think actually beans' break-up fic they wrote was REALLY good and was what I was thinking about when I wrote that #I wanna say that Mahiru and Mikoto are both trying to get better at the things they messed up at #They should go to therapy actually /j #I wrote this before Mikoto's interrogation came out so that marriage question came flying back at me #he probably hasn't accumulated a “track record” yet to make his own business but i'd say mahiru might get him to quit early and go work #elsewhere because of how much his job is putting him through #Mahiru checking Mikoto's hair was supposed to be Mahiru carrying Mikoto to the couch but I didn't know how to write it without making it #awkward so I'm sorry wome #Looking back on it I think I realized that the lines that end both sides of the fic kinda...#go straight back to MILGRAM but trying to be better?#Everything's perfect - Mikoto said his life was fine; that he had done nothing wrong (An unconscious lie)#Here you have Mikoto actually believing he's doing okay; that he's fine and everything is okay #And while work is a hassle at least there's some aspect of his life that he connects to #If it's for you I'll make sure it's worth everything. - Mahiru wants to love perfectly she wants to love because it's the reason she elives

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blacklegsanjiii · 10 hours

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I just saw the Valentine's day art with acesan, zosan, lawsan, and lusan giving chocolates, so cute 🥹

In your allsan au, Valentine's day would be the busiest mail day on the Sunny as all of the cook's suitors send him gifts, the deck would be filled!

The mail delivering birds would be working overtime that day

No, no, you're right. Sanji has to figure out what to do with all this sugar and chocolate because otherwise Luffy and chopper will get sick. Zoro is complaining constantly as Sanji, Robin, and chopper are giving the delivery birds water and food and Luffy is yelling it's great. Sanji's probably already given Luffy and Zoro Valentine's gifts in the way they want (favorite foods and booze) so Sanji is probably busy moving everything and everyone is getting wrapped up in the whole thing and sorting chocolate.

I gotta feel like his boys would get jealous and then remembering Sanji needs some pretty direct assurances that he's loved and wanted. So eventually it gets to the point, like after afternoon snack and before dinner that Zoro snags Sanji by his (so fucking grabbable, what the fuck cook) waist and hold him in his lap and Luffy's hat is on Sanji's head and Luffy is on Sanji effectively trapping him.

That's a photo that will never go in the photo book.

#black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #answers #zoro roronoa #straw hat luffy #zosanlu #zolusan #zosan #sanzo #sanlu #lusan

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carnis-insanis · 2 months

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I realized I hadn’t drawn any wc!maxwil (or normal maxwil for that matter) and had to remedy that immediately. On the left is cuddling, bc Acidfuzz gets real cold at night with all that missing fur, and Hareshadow is conveniently fluffy. Hareshadow has woken up first because Acidfuzz moves around a lot in his sleep, but he’s surprisingly unbothered. And on the right is Hareshadow getting vivisected, because I gotta represent both ends of the maxwil fanart spectrum. He’s not dead btw, just zonked off his gourd on poppy seeds. Consider this ultra-late Valentines day art lol.

-Rexcake (p.s. AGAHAGSAHHA YOUR ART OF THEM IS STUNNING AS ALWAYS MY BRAIN DOES CARTWHEELS EVERY TIME YOU DRAW MY DESIGNS)

HOOOOOOOOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT im freaking out rn maxwil kitty guro????/ i can die peacefully...............THIS IS SO DAMN SWEET TOO........im very glad u enjoy my drawings i make of ur designs! i enjoy drawing them!!

speaking of wc maxwil ...... Acidfuzz def doesnt properly groom himself lol, hes too busy, plus his fur is short so he never thinks its tangled enough, so Hareshadow is ‘forced’ to basically clean him 24/7

#from rexcake #your art #YAAAAAAY #wc au #dst au

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 1 year

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The Perfect Valentine

yes yes, i know it isn't day of love anymore but it still is in my heart !!! and what better way to celebrate it than with Daya trying to make it the most special day for the most special girls in the world. hope you all enjoy!!

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"Alright," Jasmine huffed getting Ava into her carrier after a small struggle over her buckles, "we're meeting my Moms for lunch and a little bit of shopping so max we'll be gone is three hours." Daya nodded, still in the kitchen sipping from her mug.

"Jas, I'm not going to die if you leave me alone for more than an hour." She smiled lopsidedly. "I can hold down the fort. You go have a good time with your Moms." She walked over to her and kissed her forehead.

Jasmine smiled at her. "I know, baby. I just don't like leaving you for too long." Ava whined in her carrier, one of her blanket being thrown onto the floor. "And neither does Avie."

Daya bent down and gave the blanket back to the baby and smile into the carrier. "You'll be okay, baby bug. You get to go see Grandmas." She tickled her little stomach, getting the baby to squeal and giggle.

She stood up and rubbed the blondes shoulders. "You'll be fine, Jazzy." She kissed her gently. "Now go before you're late."

Jasmine nodded and hugged her loosely. "Can't have that now. I love you, Dee."

"Love you too." She smiled and waved before closing the door as she left. Daya breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out her phone. "Crys? Yeah she's gone. Bring everything over."

"I still can't believe you roped me into this." Crystal groaned, carrying in a huge bouquet of flowers.

"You owed me from last year when I helped with your proposal." Daya quipped back with a smirk. Daya never really made a big day of Valentines Day, she saw right through all the lies of love and only saw corporate greed so she just did what was required of her. A card, cheesy stuffed animal and some flowers was her go to year after year but it was different with Jasmine.

Call her a sap or whatever you want but she was really in love with her. Like always smiling, would never stopping kissing her, want to shout from the mountain tops in love. She wanted to make the day special because that's was she deserved and god damn it She was really really in love with her.

“You know when you texted me you needed help, I thought you were like dying or something.” Crystal said as she arranged the flowers like Daya had told her a million times. “Like you never ask help and then it was for all of this? I thought you got body swapped.”

Daya chuckled as she hung up the streamers. The muted colors of the apartment were now covered in reds and pinks, hearts and shimmering tinsel.

“Beautiful.” Daya said, hopping off the chair with a thud. “You think it’s too much?”

“Definitely.” Crystal said, looking around. “But you said that’s what she likes so I think it’s right up her alley and besides, she's your girl so she's going to love the hell out of all of this.”

“Thanks C. I gotta start on dinner and you have to get home to your fiancée.” She clapped the shorter girls back.

The curly haired girl laughed and nodded. “Yeah. Geege wanted to take me to this art gallery later tonight.”

"Well you go have fun with that. I'll let you know how everything goes." She side hugged her sister before pushing her to the door. Crystal laughed as she waved goodbye, closing the door as Daya went to the stove, turning it on and starting on dinner.

It was a simple dish. Not too flashy, not too boring, just right for Jasmine and Daya was going to execute it perfectly. She took extra care with all of the ingredients and steps, making sure everything was perfect and her mind started to wander to every moment they'd shared.

Her coming home and Jasmine squeezing her so tightly but careful at the same time, every morning when she would turn over to a mouthful of blonde hair, even tripping over her shoes she leaves right by the door no matter how many times Daya tells her to move them.

She looks over and sees some of the dishes still in the sink and smiles at the small baby plate. It's interesting how people just come into your life and worm their way through you and become so pivotal. She never expected to get this in her life, not once. She'd guess she would be dating someone but she never thought it would be this good. She was happy nearly everyday to be with her girls and no one could make her trade the bickering and tantrums for anyone else in the world.

She finished up and grabbed the small bunch of flowers on the counter. Finding the stray ribbon, she carefully tied it around right as she heard the familiar sound of a key sliding into the door. She quickly finished the bow and smoothed over her hair, standing right in the doorway and waiting.

"Di, you will not believe half of the things we talked about." Jasmine still had her back to the door as she out down the carrier with a sleeping Ava tucked under her blankets. She shed off her coat as Daya waited nervously.

She started to turn around, "seriously, I don't know how they do it." She finally faced Daya and stopped, taking in everything. Her eyes scanned around at all the decorations as Daya smiled awkwardly.

"Surprise. I have things for Ava too but she looks pretty tuckered out." She motioned over her shoulder to a smaller bunch of flowers with a little teddy bear.

"When did you-"

"Crystal helped a little but I thought it would be nice since it's our first Valentine's Day." She walked up to her with the flowers. "Happy Valentine's Day, Jas." She smiled lopsidedly and extend the small bouquet to her. "I didn't want to be cliché and get roses but I couldn't think of any other flowers so I just got one of everythin-"

She jumped into Daya's arms, the flowers falling to the floor as she caught her quickly. She buried her face in Dayas neck and hugged her tightly. “I love it.”

“You do?” She smiled lightly. She nodded and pulled away, looking at her with watery eyes. "Hey baby," she said softly, her thumb brushing the tears away from under her green eyes, "it's okay. Don't cry."

She laughed lightly and hugged her again. "Happy tears, Daya. I just love you so much."

She chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "I love you too. I know I don't always do these big displays but I wanted you to really see it today."

"I see it everyday." She smiled. "Thank you, Daya. It's perfect." She leaned forward and kissed her lips lovingly. "Happy Valentine's day."

She kissed back and smiled against her lips and held her close. She wanted everything to be perfect but in reality, nothing could be more perfect than holding her girl close.

#rpdr s14 #jasmine kennedie #daya betty #jasya #single mom au #happy valentines day

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kirby-the-gorb · 1 year

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reply roundup :)

I am so sleepy. also photo of my fancy phone case I was so excited about under the cut.

on [flap] @macro-microcosm said: HAPPY KIRBY FLAP HAPPY KIRBY FLAP HAPPY KIRBY FLAP- so glad I'm not the only one who thinks he does this. and I relate, things aren't great but at least there are cute things to be a comfort

he is my little projection orb, therefore he must flail his little nubs around in excitement as I do. (also I hope things have improved for you, I’ve still got another 2 1/2 weeks to wait but hopefully the news will be good -n- )

this is how the phone case turned out btw! it’s by CandyDulceDeco on [etsy] or at candydulcedeco.com, they were very patient with working out all the little details and everything :> (that little post in the top corner is for a little loop to put phone charms on, I repurposed a bracelet with rainbow gummy bears as a little phone strap sometime after taking this photo)

on [meds] @plushslug said: I have MCAS too. Sucks hard. Keep fighting the good fight out there and may your symptoms be manageable 🫡

same to you *salute emoji I can’t find rn* (love your icon btw)

on [milk] @graycoin said: Ah shit, that sounds rough. You can Get Through It, but I am sorry you gotta. :/

thanks, I appreciate both the vote of confidence and the sympathy -n- (and in your other comment as well. thank you in general to the folks leaving supportive comments even though I don’t post them all, I really do appreciate it.)

I also appreciate everyone who rushed to give baby his choccy milk or demanded he get it, with special mention to @justawanderingfan who went so far as to [add] the glass (and the resulting smile) themself :)

on [keyblade] @angeryspeedo said: look at him. he is just a little guy...

every time someone tags my kirb as “just a little guy” or “a bean” or something like this I become more powerful :) (I even made a post on my personal blog when I first saw this tag that it means I Win At Art. there are many ways to win at art and I win often. drawing something that makes me laugh, drawing something my wife thinks is pretty, drawing something, drawing something that makes a stranger add a funny tag, etc. these are all Art Victories of equal value. I think this is a good way to think of creative hobbies.)

also on [keyblade] @joekingv1 said: *wonders who was baby's favorite character*

I think of the playable characters in birth by sleep, ventus would be their favorite. (both because kirby probably relates to him most and because his combat is most amenable to just mashing regular attack and dodge the whole time (which is mostly what I did lol)) out of all of kingdom hearts I do think they’d vibe with sora. my dirtboys.

on [crochet] @duerme07 said: this -feels- crochet in a way that few other images have conveyed

thanks! it’s because I hate making small gauge amigurumi and have bad eyesight so this is exactly what I looked like for approximately 3 hours immediately following this drawing :)

on [blanket] @ceylonsilvergirl said: life has its ups and downs, is never just one or the other. stick it out through the difficult times And I will find comfy blanket time again

comfy blanket time can be anytime. even or especially during the hard times. (I hope you’ve got a break coming down the line too.)

on [valentimes] @wishiwould said: I sent this to all my family and sent the creator money on ko-fi bc delightful

extremely sweet of you, thank you so much! I always love finding valentines like this to send to my wife so I’m so glad I could make something similar for someone else lol (yes I did send this drawing to my wife and my partner for valentines day :v )

on [vacant] @sagessmoke said: he's a static image right, when i scrolled onto him he blinked and i need to know if im okay

yep, he’s a static image. when you’re seeing stuff directly from me, I always tag any moving image with “gif” even if it’s a small amount of animation. (my eyes play tricks on me sometimes too.)

anonymous asked: Do you like META KNIGHTTTT METAKNIGHHHHHYYYTTT

yeah he’s pretty neat! significantly more Shapes required to draw him than a kirborb tho lol

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year

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20 | A Hyde

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1780

Warnings: hurt from a vision

19. Split Up? | 21. More Than...

News got out the the mayor passed away and we all went to the funeral. As the funeral ends someone catches Wednesday and mine eyes so she runs off to chase them making me groan following her. We end up catching up to the person and see it was a uncle Fester making us happy to see him.

"How long have you been stalking us?" I ask him was the three of us walk together.

"Just blew into town this morning and was hit by a wave of nostalgia." He tells us.

"I thought you didn't go to Nevermore." Wednesday looks at him.

"I didn't. Your dad got all the brains. But I used to drop in on him. Usually from the ceiling with a dagger clutched between my teeth. Just to keep him in his toes." He tells and we say of course. "He filled me in on what's been going on. Monsters, murder, mayhem. What fun! I told him I had a job in Boston, but I'd be checking up in your two."

"What kind of job?" Wednesday asks.

"The kind that means I need somewhere to lay low for a couple of days." He tells us so they both smile. Wednesday ends up talking him to the beekeeping shed.

"It belongs to a our friend." She tells him as we go in.

"You two actually made a friend. That poor kid will be going home in a body bag." He says and I see Wednesday look slightly sad. "I like a hideout that comes with snacks." He looks at the bees.

"Those bees are hibernating." I tell him.

"They're practically Eugene's children. That means do not eat them!" Wednesday tells him as he tries.

"You know when you give me that death stare of disapproval, you remind me of your mother. Speaking of scary things, you know what kind of monster you're dealing with?" He asks.

"We haven't been able to identify it." I tell him so Wednesday shows him the drawing.

"Ooh. It's called a Hyde." He tell us.

"As in Jekyll and Hyde?" I ask and he nods his head making me think back to when I randomly felt two feeling from it. It was a person who was split. "Excuse me. I gotta go. See you later Uncle Fester." I leave going to Xavier art shed.

"Surprised to see you here." He says as I walk in.

"I'm kinda hoping to have a vision or something from your art of the monster." I walk around looking at the art work.

"About the painting"

I cut him off, "Xavier, it's fine. I just felt vulnerable because you've seen me with my walls down slightly when go out to draw." I tell him.

"How would you get a vision for my art work?" He goes back to why I was here.

"I don't know but I need something." I huff.

"Try the one that scratched me." He motions over to it.

"I'll give it a try." I walk over touching it and get a vision in Xavier's point of view working on the painting then it's claws come out scratching me.

"Val." Xavier holds me in his arms, "You stumbled back." He says as I stand up putting my hand on my neck then see blood. "How?" He moves my hair to look at my neck that had the scratches he had.

"I don't know. I was in you place in the vision." I sigh.

"You need to go clean it." He grabs my hand pulling me out leading me back to the school. He takes me to his room and I sit on his bed as he goes to the bathroom. I was in a little shock that I got hurt from a vision. Xavier comes back sitting next to me moving my hair out of his way as he cleans my neck. "Val, are you okay?" I hear him ask but don't answer as I stare into space. "Valentine." He tucks hair behind my ear.

"That's not normal... What's happening to me?" I turn my head to look at him concerned.

"I wish I knew..." He sighs placing his hand on my knee so I move it off me.

"Please don't." I tell him nicely.

"Sorry." He takes his hand back.

"At least I know you were telling the truth about what happened." I chuckle some.

"Thought you already did." He gives me a look.

"I did but now I really know." I make him chuckle. "I'm gonna go to my room. Thank you for helping me with my neck." I get up.

"Welcome."

"What happened to your neck?" Enid sees me enter the room.

"A vision." I keep it short.

"You got hurt from a vision? How?" She comes to sit next to me.

"I don't know how. I touched the painting that did the same to Xavier and it happened to me as well but in the vision since I was in his place." I lay down.

"Maybe you should call your mom and ask what does it mean." She lays down next to me.

"She'll get worried and think it's not safe here and take me to get looked at by family members." I look at the ceiling.

"It's a fair response." She does the same as me.

"The monster's a Hyde. Like Jekyll and Hyde... Which makes sense when I felt two feeling from it when I first saw it. I explained to Tyler I felt anger and fear from it like it was two different people. The normal part that I kinda saw and heard that was forced into becoming this... they're scared of them self."

"What do you want with me now?" I ask Wednesday meeting her out by the statue to the Nightshades.

"We're getting a diary to learn more about the Hyde." She snaps for us to go in. "Uncle Fester?" Wednesday calls out.

"Who's Uncle Fester?" Xavier walks into view.

"What are you doing here?" She asks him.

"Since I'm an actual Nightshade, I don't have to explain myself. What's your excuse for creeping around in the middle of the night?" He asks her putting a book away.

"Research." I tell him.

"On the monster? I'll save you two some time. There's nothing in here matching that thing." He walks over to us.

"Isn't that convenient." Wednesday tells him turning to walk away.

"You know what your problem is?" He makes her stop.

"I would love to hear your piercing insight." She tells him.

"You don't know who your real friends are. I've been on your side since day one. I've literally saved your life. I believed your theories when nobody else did. And what do I get in return? Just nothing but suspicion and lies." He tells her.

"Technically that isn't true." I cut in before Wednesday could say something.

"What?" Xavier cocks his head.

"You didn't believe us at first about witnessing Rowan's murder. You didn't believe the monster was real or human when the rain washed the footprints away. So don't lie saying you did when nobody else did." I wanted to be straight with him.

"You want honesty? Here it is. Every time the monster's attacked, you've been right there. Starting with Rowan at the Harvest Festival. Then on Outreach Day, you arrived just minutes after the monster disappeared, yet you say you didn't see it." She tells him with a death glare.

"I didn't realize proximity was a crime." He walks past us to leave.

"Then there's your drawing obsession. You have drawn the monster dozens of times, yet you've never seen it. Or so you claim. You drew where it lived. Then when Eugene went to investigate, you tried to kill him so he wouldn't spill your secrets." She tells him and I just look at her.

"You think I would hurt Eugene?" He walks towards her.

"Let's not your oh-so-convenient appearance after Tyler has been attacked at the Gates mansion. And I know a perfectly good reason why you would try to get him out of the picture." She glances at me.

"If I am the monster, the why haven't I killed you or Val yet?" He stops in front of her.

"Because you wouldn't dare kill someone's sister you like because she would be devastated." She glares at him.

"Wednesday, that's a bit much with no sold evidence. And I had a vision of him getting scratched by the art work. It happened to me in the vision." I show her my neck.

"He could have done that on purpose just to make it seem like he was innocent." She gives him a death glare so he scoffs leaving us. "How long have you been lurking?" Wednesday turns to Uncle Fester.

"Long enough to feel tension between Val and him just by their looks. Seriously, you could cut it with an executioner's axe." He tells us.

"No, I don't like him like that anymore. He's just a friend." I leave not wanting to be with them. "Xavier!" I chase after him.

"What?" He turns to face me in the main hall.

"I know it's not you and I'm sorry I can't change her mind about you. She's very stubborn." I catch up to him.

"Did you even for a tiny second think I could be the monster? Be serious with me, please." He begs me.

"Just when you showed up when I found Tyler hurt. Only because you it was very random for you to be there. That's the only time ever." I tell him truthfully.

"I went there looking for you. That night I went to your room and Yoko said you were with Wednesday and Enid. I went to their room knocking on the window thinking I had a better chance at getting you to not run from me. I went in and just saw Thing. I thought where could they be and remembered about Wednesday wanting to know about the Gate's gate."

"See, I believe that but then it was just for a second. I was just worried and scared that night so you didn't help showing up." I explain to him.

"I would never try to hurt you, Wednesday or Enid. Hell, I wouldn't even hurt Tyler because you care about him as well. And if I hurt someone you care about them I'm hurting you as well." He steps closer to me, "You mean to much to me to do that." He leans down so I put my hand on his chest to stop him.

"Xavier, I'm sorry." He stops looking hurt.

#wednsday addams #wednesday #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thrope #tyler galpin #tyler galpin fanfic #xavier thrope imagine #tyler galpin imagine #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #ajax petropolus #yoko tanaka #eugene ottinger #divina wednesday #kent wednesday #tyler galpin x oc addams #tyler galpin x oc

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kianlonart · 1 year

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Happy Valentine’s Day! I re-drew *that scene* from How to Train Your Dragon 2 with Mossy and Joyce because, well... let’s just say it fits. Lore and process talk under the cut.

February 2023

I don’t know how much lore I’ve actually dropped on these two over here, so I’ll start from the beginning. Mossflower joined the Brightvale Guard to support her younger siblings back home on Mystery Island. Joyce came over from Meridell because she wanted to get out of her family’s over-crowded farm in a way that wasn’t “get married and move down the road”.

She thought it’d be better over in Brightvale, but without the extensive education that most of the kingdom’s populace had, her job prospects were limited. Fortunately, there was a wraith threat looming and the one thing she had a lot of experience with was fighting.

Joyce and Mossy were assigned to the same unit and quickly became Very Good Friends. They weren’t intending on becoming anything more... until they went dancing together and found themselves dancing together long after the circle dances were over.

They started making plans. After their service was over, they’d move back to Mystery Island with Mossy’s siblings and start a life together. Jobs were still hard to come by there, but with no more schooling to pay for they could live comfortably enough on fruit and whatever savings they left with.

And then the wraiths attacked.

Their unit splintered, and the two were separated. Joyce tried to fight her way back through and it didn’t end well. She had unfinished business, though, so she stuck around. It was several days until she could bring herself to talk to her girlfriend (”Oh Fyora, get a grip! It wasn’t your fault!”) and several more before Mossy could see her.

Except... she wasn’t really seeing her. Joyce was fully capable of making herself visible and tangible, but she didn’t want to. It was better for Mossy to think of her the way she’d been before her death. Sure, it resulted in a discharge for her because she’d started talking to her dead girlfriend that no one else could see or hear, but they both thought that was for the best.

When Mossy went back home, Joyce came with. Things were good for a while, but then Joyce caught Mossy crying because she wanted to be able to hold her, and introduce her to her family, and...

“Well... what if you could?”

Joyce had been fully expecting rejection, but that was not what she got. She was still afraid of officially meeting the rest of the family, but she and Mossy could work on that.

Together.

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So it’s been a long time since my tablet was up and running, but it’s back now, which means I’m back to finishing sketches I’ve been sitting on for a while! Not too much has changed for my process, except for remembering to put different characters on their own layers when I want to do blur effects (which, there’s gotta be a better way to do those in Krita, I just used the first brush from the pack my sister downloaded that looked decent).

But yeah, I had fun drawing these guys again, and there’s more Neopets art coming. Because that’s what I do now I guess lol. It’s not even that I haven’t been drawing humans, it’s that my interests cycle uncontrollably and I only feel like writing/gaming/drawing/knitting/what have you so often. But I feel like there’s definitely gonna be more Fashion since markers are fun and I wanna draw with them.

#my art #neopets #valentines day #lesbians #moehog #kougra #screencap redraw #krita #digital art #my neopets #seriously that my neopets tag has been saving my butt - i have all my files on an sd card #but the computer that's hooked up to the tablet has no slot for that #so rather than anything else that'd make sense #i just look through my tumblr until i find the bios so i can colorpick my flats #because moving my laptop happens enough already with work lol

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eirasummersart · 1 year

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Hello hello~

For szi, lily, nemea, oriol and dalia

St.valentine, flowers and doves 💕💕😊😚

Referring to this.

Thanks for the ask! 💕 You decided to go anon, but I know who you are, of course 🤭 I won't reveal it tho haha But for everyone else, Lily and Nemea are Szi's sisters and I'm currently working more on their info, hopefully I'll formally introduce them here soon~ For now you'll get a sneak peek at them!

I'll answer the ones for the other 3 first thought, since I don't have a banner for the sisters yet! This is gonna be a long post, buckle up xD

As an extra note, I'll treat the ones who I have paired up with canon characters as "already dating" when answering these, for ease sake C:

Answer under the cut~

st. valentine: what are your hopes for love this year?

He's way too busy to partake on these foolish human traditions! Besides, you should show love for your partner all year round, not only on a particular day!!!

That's his "open" answer, but inside he'll be hoping his beloved asks to spend the day together and showers him with love 🤭

flowers: what’s the best romantic gift to give someone?

He thinks the best gift is some finely crafted piece of art. It can be any form of art too, a drawing, a sculpture, a poem, a piece of music, etc. Anything that inspired his lover to create when thinking of Szi~ if it's material, he'll definitely keep it forever 💕

And, of course, he'll often gift poems or beautifully written letters to show his affections.

doves: what’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you?

It will have to be when his lover declared his earnest love for him, directly and with no hesitation. Szi needs a lot of reassurance to open his heart, and that absolutely melted him and made him fall even more deeply in love~

st. valentine: what are your hopes for love this year?

A big amazing outing, in a fancy place and be showered with love and gifts---!!

If only, but he's gotta be more realistic here hahah His lover is often busy and can't splurge that much. But still, Oriol has been planning a cute romantic date at a modest but trendy cafe for a few weeks~ and he'll invite this time so he can spoil his beloved too~ ;)

Still, he hopes he'll get a cute gift and lots of love on Valentine's Day~

flowers: what’s the best romantic gift to give someone?

Like I said on the last ask, he loves really big cliche gestures and gifts. He'll go for a big bouquet of roses and a declaration~~

He's also really fond of getting gifted jewelry or accessories. He can wear them all the time and get reminded of his beloved~ (and brag about it to everyone hahah "look at what my boyfriend gifted mee for Valentine's Day~~~ 🤭💕" xD)

doves: what’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you?

For all his love for grand gestures, the one that got to him the most was a really private and soft moment.

Just after waking up in his lover's arms for the first time, hair a mess and no makeup one. He looked horrible for sure. But his beloved looked at him with eyes full of love and told Oriol how beautiful he is and how much loves him. Oriol was so moved that he even teared up a bit, melting into him ♥️

st. valentine: what are your hopes for love this year?

To be completely honest, she hopes her lover remembers that is Valentine's Day. She already made sure they have a date that day, but he tends to be in his own world and might not realize xD

Still, they'll have a nice outing she prepared~

flowers: what’s the best romantic gift to give someone?

For her, the thought is what counts the most. As long as the person really put effort on finding something she'd love, she'll be really happy no matter what it is. The love and care shown is what's most romantic 💕

doves: what’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you?

When her beloved helps her get through uneven/slippery terrain or helps her get down from somewhere~ The way he just holds her hand in his and guides her. Or holds her waist to get her down... so romantic and effortlessly intimate!!

What do you mean she has to chose one thing? It just keeps being the most romantic thing every time it happens 😌💕

Lily

st. valentine: what are your hopes for love this year?

She's too busy to waste time with dumb traditions like this one! But still, she always gets letters and gifts on Valentine's days from people who have a crush on her. She mostly rejects them outright.

Maybe one day she'll get a confesion from someone she likes, tho~

flowers: what’s the best romantic gift to give someone?

It has to be something unique made just for her and no one else. Doesn't particularly have to be useful, it can just be decorative, but it has to take her aesthetic and preferences into account. It has to feel like the other person really knows her and is "intimate" in a way.

doves: what’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you?

She doesn't have much romance experience yet, but there was one time, back in middle school, when a random guy on her class gave her his jacket when she looked really cold and she was really impressed. He did it so effortlessly and cool~ she didn't fall for him or anything, but it made her blush a lot at the moment and she viewed him in a better light from then on hahah.

Nemea

st. valentine: what are your hopes for love this year?

Weeeeell, there's a few cute guys she likes to tease~ but she doesn't like any of them enough to confess or give them gifts on this day. But maybe if one of them confesses to her, she'll think about it? Depends on how well they do~ 🤭

flowers: what’s the best romantic gift to give someone?

Just as the question is named: flowers. A big colourful extravagant bouquet. Buying something like that and carrying it all the way till they met requires a lot of courage and shows how serious the person is and Nemea feels like that's really romantic~ Also, she really likes flowers 😌

doves: what’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you?

Well, a dude that was interested in her in the past asked what she found romantic and she answered what I said on the last question. He gave her such a big bouquet she could barely hold it steady. She was so impressed she went out with him (it didn't last too long tho, they weren't too compatible hahaha).

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Once again, thanks to everyone who read till here. That was a lot. But it's fun to think of all of this and figure it out~ so thanks for the ask, really ♡

Also, I think I understood the first question slightly wrong and my answer is more "this Valentine's day" than this year... oops. I am lazy to change it so kdkdkfnfi sorry!

#twst #twst oc #Twisted Wonderland OC #OC #my art #Szilárd #Dalia #Oriol #Lily #Nemea #Yuki Answers #Anon #Happy Valentine's Day 23 #ask meme answer #sorry if thete's any weird formatting #I did it all from my phone and I'm not used to it

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prettylittledarkness · 2 years

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Link to the prologue/warning/chapter hub

Glass delusion

Chapter 1: Aloof

In the fourth week of first grade, Willow made the first move.

"Hi! My name's Willow!" He said to her. "What's your name?"

"I'm Sana." She said, not looking up from her book.

Willow waited for her to say something else, but she didn't. So he just kept talking.

"You can read chapter books?" Willow asked her.

"Not at the moment." Sana responded. It would be a pretty long time before Willow realized what she had actually meant when she said that.

He kept trying to make conversation with her despite her unwaveringly short responses, until the lunch bell rang.

As Willow sat down at lunch, his table quickly filled up with people all wanting to be around him. His energy and enthusiasm had always been infectious. But he looked over to an almost empty table in the corner and saw that there was one person sitting at it.

Sana.

She just sat at her table alone, and kept reading her book.

That day, Willow had made a promise to himself.

Sooner or later, he was going to have her too.

He turned back around and began chatting to his friends.

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In second grade, there was a a group project. Willow asked Sana if she'd like to work with him on it.

Sana said she already had a partner.

In third grade, there was a school dance.

Willow walked confidently over to Sana and asked her to the dance.

She turned him down in front of the entire class.

In fourth grade, there was a school art show. everyone in their class was supposed to get in groups of two and each group was supposed to make an art piece together.

Willow told everyone that he wanted to be Sana's partner. But when he went to ask her, it turned out that she had already been working on an art piece before the show was announced, and she would be presenting it alone for the showcase.

In fifth grade, the students were supposed to write a paper about something they wanted. Willow wrote a full page, front to back, and it was a page about how much he liked Sana and wanted to be her friend.

When Willow finished reading his page in front of the class, he looked up and realized that Sana had fallen asleep on her desk.

In sixth grade, there was a graduation party. Willow sent Sana a long letter, telling her how he felt and asking her if she'd go to the party with him.

Sana never acknowledged the letter, and she didn't even show up to the party.

In seventh grade, Willow gave Sana a big box of chocolates for Valentine's day. She left school early that day. As he was leaving school, Willow saw the box crushed in a trashcan outside of the lunch room.

In eighth grade, there was an athletic tournament between schools. Willow wrote down Sana's name to be his partner in one of the events he was doing. when the teacher announced that Sana and Willow would be grouped in the event, Sana insisted that the teacher to switch her with someone else until the teacher gave in and did as she said.

In ninth grade, Willow really wanted to impress Sana. He remembered how good she was at writing, so when the national student writing contest was announced, Willow tried his hardest and won fifth place with an original love story that he wrote. But Sana didn't seem to care.

In tenth grade, Willow and Sana were paired together as the leads for the class production of Romeo and Juliet. Willow was excited! After class that day, he saw Sana speaking with the teacher. The next day, a change was announced. Sana would not be playing Juliet.

In eleventh grade, Willow tried harder than ever to get Sana to go out with him. He asked her over and over but she always told him no. Willow began lamenting about his troubles with her to his close friends. They told him to just "Keep trying!" because she's "Gotta say yes eventually!"

Willow was asked out on dates by so many girls, but he turned them all down. He only wanted Sana.

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#writing #glass delusion

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angry-geese · 2 years

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if you are taking requests, may i make one? Toji is so fucking sexy, his presence makes me wet. so can you write something about Toji and his student? obviously she is 18+ but maybe something like them having private sessions and how it gradually leads to Toji fingering her and giving her a head? she has never had indulged in any sexual stuff.

p.s.: i came from your toji account and read that you take requests here. am i right? i really liked your writing and accounts in general.

YESSS im such a simp for professor!toji omg. im so sorry this took me a bit longer to finish but its a bit lengthier than what i typically write for requests so i hope that makes up for it lol

Introspection

Toji Fushiguro x reader

Warnings: nsfw/mdni. shameless smut, teacher/student, age gap (reader is in their mid twenties, toji is implied to be in his late thirties/early forties), dilf toji, fingering, oral (fem receiving), office sex/semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, unprotected sex, pet names (use of princess/good girl/my girl). mentions of smoking and alcohol use. fem reader.

a/n: i got kind of invested in writing professor!toji so sorry again for the length. i apologize in advance for my poor description of college life lol

Word count: 5.8k

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“You should really put yourself out there more.” Shoko says.

“I’ll have to pass,” you say, “and move, you’re getting ashes in my bed.”

“I wouldn't be getting ashes in your bed if you got out of it.” Says Shoko, snubbing out her cigarette and leaving it in the bottom of the ash tray.

With a grunt, you push yourself up from your place on the bed. Maybe she’s right. But that’s something to worry about another day. At the moment, you need to shower. Shoko stands behind you as you brush your teeth, leaning against the doorframe.

“Download Tinder,” she says, “or I could hook you up with someone.”

“I think a distraction is the last thing I need right now,” you say, “this class is kicking my ass. You know the new guy- Professor Fushiguro?”

“Is he the 19th century history guy, or the art one?”

“Art one.” You say. “He’s a real prick. I’m so close to failing his class.”

She laughs. “It's art- don't you get a grade from just showing up? How hard can it be?”

“You’d be surprised.” You say. “Now get out- I’ve gotta shower.”

“Fine,” she says, “I’ve gotta go meet up with Gojo anyway.”

Eventually you do take your roommate’s advice, and download Tinder.

Online dating never struck you as something you’d enjoy. Dating in general is a topic you generally avoid. Your mother often asks when you’re going to finally get married and settle down. You tell her you’re too focused on your career to worry about it. For a while she took that as an answer, but the closer you get to graduation, the more incessant her questions become. Sure, you’ve had boyfriends in the past. Mostly in high school, and most of them you’d break up with after Valentine’s day. Online dating seemed like that, only with extra steps. It always felt so complicated. You've heard plenty of horror stories- usually from Shoko. That alone was enough to sate your curiosity for such a thing.

Most of your morning is spent trying to make a profile; choosing nice pictures of yourself and writing a bio that doesn't make you sound like a serial killer. You figure you’ll get Shoko’s opinion on it when she gets back. She seems to have a better grasp on these things. This sort of thing is new territory to you. You're still not sure what you want out of it- be that a hookup, or something else entirely. The thought of bringing someone back to your apartment is daunting enough, and the thought of spending the night in some stranger’s apartment is outright terrifying. You figure that's a bridge you’ll cross when you get to it, and you’ll simply do what feels right.

It's well into the afternoon when Shoko gets back from Gojo’s. You hardly hear the door open, only the sound of keys being tossed on the counter.

“I brought wine,” Shoko’s voice echoes through the apartment.

Your response is only a grunt. A moment later her head pops through the crack in your door. Shoko. She flops across the end of the bed, pressing a wine glass into your hand. You take small sips of the thin, tart liquid.

“This is stressful,” you say. “So I just… go off of this”

“I think of it like a video game,” she says, “the free dinner is just a plus. Don't- don't swipe right on that guy, I don't like his vibe. Why’d you set your age range so high?”

“I did?”

“Yeah, he’s like forty.”

“How do I fix that?”

“Go into your-”

While she explains that, you swipe through a few more profiles. Eventually she must figure out you aren't listening, and stops talking.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the photo. He's rather handsome, albeit a bit too old for you. And he’s got a kid- a boy, maybe eight or ten, who’s in one of his photos. He’s definitely his, the two are carbon copies of each other. He doesn't look like he could be in middle school yet. His bio is nothing out of the ordinary. Something about him is so oddly familiar, but you can’t quite place why.

The rest doesn't click until you read the name.

Toji- Fushiguro Toji? Generally everyone refers to him by his surname. You remember hearing his first name somewhere, but, since nobody uses it, it's long slipped to the back of your mind.

He looks so strange when he’s dressed casually. Something about it is… off putting. Like you’re looking at something you shouldn't.

“Oh my god-” the words spill past your lips before you can stop them. Shoko’s on you in an instant, peering over your shoulder.

“Oh my god,” she echoes. “Oh my god it's him! Swipe-”

“No,” you say, “no fucking way. There's no way in hell-”

Shoko reaches down to swipe right for you.

You don't know what's worse: Shoko swiping right, or the fact that he must swipe right back.

He doesn't block you instantly as you expected him to. That would be less embarrassing than watching him type. Each minute that passes leaves you more on edge. You want nothing more than to get up, and walk around, but your eyes remain stuck on your phone.

He only sends one message. And it's so long, your eyes only gloss over it at first.

“Well… out of respect for you, and a need to remain professional, I’ll have to block you, but before I do so, I’ll take this opportunity to tell you your grade for this most recent project: 78%. If you have any more questions, please direct them to me through my email, or ask me after class.”

Shoko, still reading the message over your shoulder, only laughs and says “shit”

You drain the last of your wine, reaching for the bottle to fill your glass again. It's almost empty. Did you really drink that much? The alcohol leaves you feeling ill. Or maybe it's your nerves.

“What was the project?” Shoko asks.

You can't tell if she’s trying to mock you, or genuinely curious. Either way, you ignore her question.

“He’s going to kill me.” You say.

“You? Nah,” she says, “If I had to guess, he's going to try to forget this ever happened."

“I'm just gonna go to bed,” you say.

…

You’re not looking forward to class in the morning.

If it's any consolation, there's only two lectures today. His, and a creative writing class that had been canceled at the last moment. The professor for that class failed to email everyone, and you only found out it was cancelled because of a note on the door. Not wanting to head home—having to come back again in an hour anyway—you decided to kill time in the library. Your plan was to get some homework done, thinking the quiet would help you focus. It seemed to do the opposite. No matter how hard you tried, your mind would find ways to wander.

When the time does roll around, you find yourself unable to move from your seat. Maybe it's best if you skip his class today. Maybe later you'll shoot him an email saying you were sick. Eventually you do convince yourself to go. You figure the blow to your grade is worth more than your pride.

The class itself ends up being nothing of note. Maybe it's to spare your last shred of dignity. Maybe it's the universe taking pity on you. He pays you no mind as he goes through the lecture.

"I'm ending class a bit early today," he says, "my son is sick and his babysitter couldn't come in today,

"Though I'm sure the rest of you are more worried about the homework; there is none today simply because I don't feel like grading it,

"That is all." He says.

It's still too early to catch the bus back to your apartment, and you didn't drive today. If you leave now, you'll have to wait an hour out at the transit stop. You could take the train.

“Not you,” he says, motioning at you, “I need to speak with you.”

The contents of your stomach feel like they’ve turned into cement. It's another moment before you move, and when you do, you almost consider acting like you didn't hear him. You scoop your books into your bag, hauling it over your shoulder.

You join him in his office, leaving the door open. He sits, but you—unsure of what else to do—remain standing.

“This isn't about the Tinder thing is it?” You ask. And for a moment you regret not keeping your mouth shut.

“No- honestly I was going to pretend that never happened,” he says, “I wanted to talk to you about your grade. Your take on this piece is refreshing, but your execution is… lackluster,

“You’re quite a pleasure to teach—granted that's when you’re not hungover—but your work… I’ve seen the things you're capable of. It's clear you’re putting in the work- you’ve been to nearly every lecture and outside activity I’ve had this year. The last thing I want to do is disrespect your work as my student, but I know you can do better. I'm giving you until the next lecture on Friday to redo this."

"But a 70 isn't a failing grade." You say. Why do you have to redo it?!

"Your grade in this class is a 69."

Don't say 'nice' don't say 'nice' don't say 'nice' don't say 'nice'

"Now if your only goal is to pass, then redoing this project should bring you up to a 71." He says. "Combined with the extra credit should put you at about 73."

That? You weren't planning to do that… You guess you'll have to now. For a class that bases most of its grade off of participation, it's sure kicking you in the ass.

"The semester is hardly over,” he says, “there's still time to fix your grade. Finish those two assignments and I'll see what I can do about fixing your grade,

"And if I'm not being too forward, may I ask you to never bring up the Tinder incident again?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." You say.

But beneath your calm demeanor, he can see something darker. Maybe a flicker of anger, or spite. That mind of yours is a double edged sword.

You hardly realize how close your faces have gotten. His eyes find yours, taking in every line and curve of your face.

Toji is not certain of many things, but he knows this conversation is going to come back to bite him in the ass.

When Friday does eventually roll around, you are hardly prepared for it. Your project—along with the extra credit—you manage to finish early. That doesn't stop you from holding onto both works until class rolls around. You're certain he'll take one look at it, and either fail you, or give you a passing grade. Just as long as he doesn't have another talk with you…

Later that night you receive an email from him. All it says is "I have a few things to discuss with you."

It's not until the following Monday you see him again. There's no lecture, but his office is open. Through the cracks in the blinds, light is visible. The door is slightly ajar, though you still knock. He nods, silently acknowledging your presence.

"You said I should come see you," you say.

He doesn't look up from his papers as he says "come in" followed by a "please close the door behind you"

You do as you're told, standing awkwardly at his desk, hands folded in front of you.

"How's your son?" You ask. Making small talk feels more bearable than silence.

"He's doing better." He says. "Please, sit. I had a few things I wanted to discuss with you about the project,

"It certainly was… different,

"Of course I expected nothing less from you. However I noticed something with your most recent piece. Well, I should say your work in general,

"I've noticed this pattern with you. You have a habit of latching onto a subject and running with it. I often see this same theme in your work, yet I can never quite place it,

"I think you made this provocative on purpose," he says, "I think you wanted a reaction from me."

You're silent for a moment, before asking "did it work?"

He sighs, and pushes back from his desk. "Yes, unfortunately," he says, "you've got my attention. Now what is it you want?"

"You," you say. And the both of you are surprised by your sudden boldness. Though you're not meek, such a forward action is uncharacteristic of you.

His mouth opens as if he has something to say. What you don't expect is his lips to crash against yours. The kiss he pulls you into is surprisingly gentle, yet full of need. You scramble for purchase against him, your arms wrapping around his neck. The heady scent of his cologne makes you feel drunk. There's something intoxicating about his touch. How gentle, yet rough it can be.

He doesn't stop you as your hands trail lower. Soon your hands find his belt- not undoing it, simply fiddling with the metal clasp. His cock twitches under your touch; soft, and needy. Your hands are so small compared to his. It's rare times like these that he lets his thoughts wander. He can't help but wonder how they’d feel wrapped around his cock.

But the open blinds keep him from acting on this. He sincerely doubts anyone is going to walk in. Most send an email before they do- it's only common courtesy.

Eventually you do have to pull away. You’re out of breath, and so is he.

"Is this how you expect me to get my grade up?" You say. "Is this my extra credit?"

He pauses, pulling away. His sudden change of expression makes you uneasy.

“I may be an asshole, but even I have my limits,” he says, “taking advantage of one of my students like that is unacceptable. Don't think today’s incident will get you any favorable treatment,

“I will have your work from today graded and returned to you tomorrow morning,

“Is there anything else?” He asks.

“Yeah- what canvas size do I need for the next project?”

…

Shoko is home early for once. Maybe she doesn't have work. It's hard to tell. She lays sprawled across the couch, phone in hand, ignoring the tv that plays in the background.

She says a soft “hey” when she hears the door shut. “What have you been up to?” She asks.

“Class.” You say. “Had to talk with that guy about getting my grade up.”

She lowers her phone enough to peer over the top of it.

“Your lipstick is smeared,” Shoko says.

Your hand moves to cover your mouth. “Shit! Is it really?”

Slowly she pushes herself up from her spot on the couch. “Yeah. Who the fuck did that?”

“Gojo.” You say the first name that comes to mind.

“Satoru can't keep his mouth shut. Half of this town would know by now if you did.” She says. “Who was it really?”

“Professor Fushiguro.”

Shoko’s mouth opens as if she has something to say. Her phone falls discarded into her lap. For the first time since you’ve known her, she seems genuinely speechless.

“Ieiri say something.” You say.

“I- are we- we’re talking about the same Fushiguro, right?” She asks. “You…”

“We didn't do… anything.” You say. “It was just a kiss.”

“Still-” she says, “you made out with fucking Fushiguro?!”

“The thing is… we didn't do anything.” You say.

“Does he know you're a virgin?”

“Jesus Ieiri,” you say, “how do you know that?”

“I’ve lived with you for like three years and you’ve never brought a guy home.” She says. “Did you tell him or not?”

“No.” You say. “The thing is, we didn't do anything. We kissed, and then he changed the subject, and I left.”

“That's boring.” She says. “Please tell me you’re going to call him back.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don't,” she says, “I just think this is entertaining,

“By the way- I’m staying at my parents place for the weekend,” she says, “so don't get yourself locked out again cause I won't be around to let you in.”

…

It's not until the next lecture on Wednesday that you see Toji again. For once, you’re early; one of the first to class, and one of the last to leave. You stay a little later than normal, waiting for the others to file out of the room.

“y/n, can I help you with something?” He asks.

"I need help with this project. I wanted a second opinion on it." You say.

“Of course. Come into my office.” He says. “Please close the door behind you.”

There's a soft click as the door latches behind you.

This time you’re the first to initiate the kiss. Toji meets your movements with equal force. What you're not expecting is his tongue to meet yours, the strong muscle prodding into your mouth. You may have been the one to initiate it, but he’s the one leading it.

“You’re trembling,” he says. His hand moves to rest on your neck- not applying any force, it's more of a protective gesture. “You’ve had this day in mind for a while, haven't you?”

Whether it's on purpose, or on instinct, your body freezes.

“I’ve looked at your attendance records. My class is one of the only ones you regularly attend. Though it's rare that you sit in the front, or even ask questions, it's clear you’re attentive. Whether or not you use this talent for good is up for debate, but that's besides the point,

“It seems you’ve noticed me. And I have certainly noticed you,

“I would be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued. If you're not, that's absolutely fine. Just say the word and this will never come up again."

"I want to," you say, "I've just… never done something like this before."

His eyes narrow.

"Take some time to think about it," he says, "there's no need to rush into such things,

“We are both adults- we can both make that decision. However, on my part it would be extremely unprofessional. And if it were to be discovered, doing such a thing could hurt your reputation.”

“Fushiguro-”

“Just Toji,” he says.

The rough pad of his thumb traces your cheekbone. You find yourself leaning into his touch. His body is so warm, and he just smells so nice.

“I’ve had time to think about it,” you say, “and I want this. I want you.”

Toji swallows hard. Though his composure is mostly calm, his desire threatens to crack through that mask of his.

“I want you to… show me how to do this,” you say, “I want you to be the one to do it.” There’s no hiding the way you blush. Asking him for such a thing feels lewd. But there's something about the inherent wrongness of it that makes it more appealing.

He hikes you up to sit on his desk. The sudden weightlessness makes you gasp. Your arms scramble for purchase against his much larger form, eventually finding their place wrapped around his neck. You part your legs just enough to give him room to stand between them. You shudder as his hand trails up your thigh. You’re glad you chose not to wear tights today. He lets out a hum of approval as his fingers find your slick cunt. You’re so wet already…

“What do you want me to show you?” He asks.

“I just want you to touch me,” you say.

There’s no stopping the moan that escapes you as his rough fingers brush across your clit. Your hand moves to cover your mouth, to help stifle the soft moans that spill past your lips.

A smug “oh” leaves him, followed by a “is that sensitive?”

He's taking his time toying with you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm, letting you sit on that edge but never falling down the other side.

The feeling as his fingers press into you is a whole different type of pleasure. Just the one at first, then a second. There's little resistance as he presses into you—you’re wet enough that you’re practically dripping down his hand—but it does sting a bit. It's a pleasant stretch, and you can hardly call it painful. His eyes seem to darken as you clench around his fingers, silently begging for more.

“Shit- you're tight,” he says, “gotta prep you first.”

“What are you-” you’re hardly able to get your words out as he’s getting on his knees, pressing a chaste kiss to your thigh. Your hands find his hair, tangling in his dark locks, prompting a soft grunt from him. Though his lips are firmly latched to your thigh, muffling any noise he is making. He's… marking you. Leaving dark hickeys on the inner parts of your thighs, where only he can see them.

He licks a long stripe up your slit, tongue barely grazing your swollen nub on the way. His fingers are digging into your hips so hard you're certain they’ll bruise in the morning. You’re trying your best to stay quiet and failing. It's hardly your fault his mouth feels so good. The only noises aside from your own hushed moans, are the sounds of a man very content with what he’s doing. He latches onto the bundle of nerves, lapping and sucking like a man starved.

It's hard to say just what sends you over the edge, but between the torture of his tongue, and his fingers pressing against your sweet spot, you’re amazed you’ve lasted this long. When you do finally cum, you cum hard, clamping your thighs around his head and squirming once overstimulation registers in your lust-addled mind. It's not until you’re pushing his head away from your swollen clit that he gives in, allowing you a moment to rest.

A knock at the door causes you to nearly leap out of your skin. Toji moves back to rest his head on your thigh. His soft breath tickles your skin.

“I suppose we’ll have to continue this another time,” he says.

If he had a say in it, he’d fuck you over the desk here. You’re just too cute, sprawled across his desk like this, skirt bunched up around your waist showing off your slick cunt. Truly irresistible. He thinks he’d like the sight of you in his bed even better.

Embarrassed, your hands move to cover your face.

If you don't ask him now, you don't know if you’ll ever work up the courage to do it.

“How does coffee sound?” You ask. “There’s a new shop that opened up downtown- you know the one by the mall? I was thinking Saturday- I have the day off of work.”

He lets out a small, amused sounding huff. He was just two knuckles deep in your cunt and you’re asking him to coffee?

“That sounds nice.” He says.

When he kisses you, you can taste yourself on him.

…

It's raining again. It's not your alarm that wakes you, but thunder. The poor weather carried on all through the night, and well into the morning. Your plan to walk seems less and less like a good idea. This doesn't seem like weather you can wait out.

After an hour, the rain still hasn't let up, but canceling your plans is the last thing you want to do. Eventually you grit your teeth and bear the walk to the coffee shop.

Toji’s standing under the shelter of his umbrella, eyes glued to his phone. He’s worried about being seen with you- not that he’s embarrassed by your presence, but being seen with one of his students in a situation that can be perceived as romantic could harm your—if not both of your—reputations. But that worry is completely forgotten when you stand on the tips of your toes to kiss him- just a peck on the cheek. He almost looks surprised that you dared to do such a thing. Almost.

“Can we go inside before I catch a cold?” You ask.

Taking his hand in yours, you head inside.

You order two mochas- white chocolate; hot for him, iced for you. The barista takes down your orders and names. Toji pays, which you insist on doing at first, but he declines.

“Your dad seems so nice,” the barista comments.

Your mouth opens as if you have something to say, but you figure it best to keep quiet.

“She's uh… not my daughter,” he says. You’re hardly holding back a giggle.

“Oh,” she says, her tone of voice is sweet enough but the look in her eyes says she’s cringing internally, “have a nice day!”

You grab your coffee and thank her, praying the weather will let up soon. But the rain shows no sign of stopping as you step out onto the street.

“Do we look similar or something?” You ask once you’ve exited the shop.

Toji laughs. “I think I’m just old.” He says. Almost too old for you. Almost.

“Yeah,” you say, “you are an old man.”

If looks could kill, his would. “You wanna say that again?”

“Sorry!” You squeal, letting out a soft “old man” under your breath.

His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer, drawing a high-pitched giggle from you. You try to hide your face in his coat. He’s tugged you under the cover of his umbrella, your head cradled against his chest.

“Wait, I'm gonna spill my coffee!” You say.

He loosens his grip enough for you to fix the lid to your cup. You stick close to him, still under the shelter of his umbrella. There was never anything on the news about this storm… What feels like an hour passes and the rain still hasn't let up.

“This damn weather-” You say. “Want to stop by my place to dry off?”

“What about your roommate?” He asks.

“Shoko’s at her parents for the weekend,” you say.

Though your answer is innocent enough, he senses something darker behind it.

You’re hardly through the door when he starts trying to tear your clothes off. Not that you’re complaining. His lips are against your neck, hardly caring what marks they leave, and how visible they’ll be. Warm hands work their way under your shirt, palming your breasts through the fabric of your bra.

“My room is…” you motion vaguely to the left, “that way.”

Your legs wrap around his waist as he hauls you into his arms. You gasp as you're tossed onto the bed roughly, Toji crawling on after you. His strength never fails to amaze you. There's the sound of his jacket hitting the ground as he shrugs it off his shoulders. He cages your body under his much larger one, attacking your neck with his lips, leaving a trail of dark marks down your skin. He shoves your bra up over your breasts, kneading the soft flesh greedily. Your nipples stiffen when exposed to the cold air of your room.

Toji is nothing short of greedy as he takes you in, eyes scanning over your form. Embarrassed, you move your arms to cover your face. In an instant his hands are softly gripping your wrists, gently guiding your arms away from your face.

"Don't hide from me," he coos, "I want to see you."

When you do work up the courage to move your arms, he says a soft "there's my girl"

Fuck. Something about being called his girl has you soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. He moves to press a chaste kiss to your lips, hands wandering down your sides. Your skirt has bunched up around your hips as your legs widen to allow him room to settle between them. Toji’s on his knees, fingers ghost across the small damp patch that's formed on your panties. Lacy and white. Cute. They look even better when they’re ruined.

Your hips buck up against his hand, desperate for any friction he’ll provide. It feels as if your throat has gone dry. You need him to touch you.

“More, Toji,” you whine.

You lift your hips enough for him to slip your skirt—along with your panties—down your hips. Your clothing is quickly discarded, along with his shirt. Your eyes fall to the bulge in his pants. The sight is practically enough to make you drool.

You would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about this- haven't given any thought to how he looks. But your imagination only pales in comparison to the real thing.

His arms hook around your hips, pulling you flush to him. It's near impossible for him to hold back when you’re laid out for him like a full course meal. The purple marks on your thighs still haven't faded. They’re certainly lighter, but not gone entirely. He leaves a few more- a parting gift. Three up each thigh. High enough that your skirt will hide them. Even you’ll have a hard time seeing them. They're only for him. It's a selfish want of his to mark you up- mark you as his.

Your hands bury in his hair, his name spilling past your lips like a prayer. His mouth latched onto your cunt, lavishing your clut with affections from a hot tongue. There's little you can do to stifle the moans that leave you.

Your orgasm ends up rolling over you sooner than either of you expected. If the circumstances were any different, you’d be embarrassed. More than embarrassed, if you’re being honest. Your thighs tremble, squeezing around his head as you ride out your release on his tongue.

When he pulls away, his chin glistens with a mixture of saliva, and your own cum. The look in his eyes is nothing short of feral. He can only imagine how you’d look bent over his desk, fucked-out and leaking his cum. How the threat of being caught would make this so much sweeter. But there's something to be said about how intimate having you under him is. How soft and sweet you are as you melt into his touch. His hands trace over your body, taking in every dip and curve, like he’s trying to memorize your form.

“Look at you,” he says, “so pretty.”

Your hands work to undo his belt, helping to free his cock from his boxers. He's… huge. The head is an angry red, and leaking precum all over you, and the inside of his boxers. You're certain you could hardly wrap your hands around the base. The soft patch of pubic hair at the base is dark, and unruly.

One of his large hands moves to cup your face, thumb tracing across your cheekbone. Your hesitation makes him pause.

“We don't have to keep going if you don't want to,” he says. His voice is soft. The rough pad of his thumb traces your cheekbone.

“I want this,” you say, "it's just… so big."

You suppose it's fitting; the rest of the man is huge, why would this be any different? Yet you find yourself intimidated. How are you supposed to take it? Will it even fit?

“I’ll be gentle,” he says, with such conviction that you can only believe him.

“W-what do I do?” You ask.

“Just lay back,” he says, “all you have to do is tell me if something doesn't feel good.”

Internally he scolds himself for not bringing protection. This is one thing, but knocking you up is another.

“Do you have a condom?" He asks.

"No, but I'm on the pill," you say.

Good enough, he thinks.

There's a slight sting as he presses into you, but any pain is quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure of being filled so completely. His fingers hardly compare to his cock, and how it presses against every sweet spot in your cunt.

Toji can hardly hold back his groan as he bottoms out. His head falls into the crook of your neck, soft words of praise falling past his lips. It's mostly nonsense; mindless praise, and a struggle to keep his composure. You clench around him, practically pulling him back in.

“How's that?” He asks.

“Good,” you say, but your voice is so quiet you fear he hasn't heard you. You feel tiny—miniscule—underneath him.

With a soft “good girl” his teeth find your shoulder, leaving a crescent-shaped mark where they’ve dug into your flesh.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders. The new angle allows him to move deeper into you than before. He's hardly moving and you’re already seeing stars.

“Toji please,” you say with a whimper.

“Please what?” He says. “Use your words princess.”

“Fuck me,” your words come out as barely a gasp. You’re breathless, blushing and writhing under him.

The tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each thrust. His pace is brutal, unforgiving as he drives his hips against yours. The two of you have long since stopped bothering to keep it down. You're certain your neighbors aren't going to like him. Or you, for that matter. The walls aren't exactly soundproof.

“You feel- fuck- so fucking good,” he says, hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you into another kiss. This one is full of need, and practically scorching in nature. There's the faint taste of coffee on his tongue, mixed with the taste of your cunt.

His hand moves to trace circles around your clit, only urging you closer to your release. Toji’s thrusts grow more erratic as he nears his release, which is nearing him far sooner than he’d like.

“Fuck!” You cry out, “m’gonna-”

“Go ahead, princess,” he says, “m’ not far behind.”

Your walls clench around him hard as you gush around his cock. The tension in your stomach snaps, pulling you apart and putting you back together wrong. Toji lets out a groan as your cunt flutters around him. His name leaves your lips in broken moans as he paints your womb white. Hot strings of his cum flood your fertile womb, streaming down your thighs as he pulls out, which he does so slowly as to not make a mess.

He moves to rest beside you on the bed, laying on his side. You nuzzle against his chest, seeking his warmth, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne. Goosebumps rise along your skin as his fingers trace the curve of your spine. Soon his hands find your thighs, kneading the sore muscles under his skilled fingers.

In a bit you’ll have to get up to clean yourself up. You’ve made a mess of more than just the sheets. But between the soft sound of his breathing, and the feeling of his nails across your back, there's little you can do to fight off sleep.

“M’ gonna go shower,” you say, “wanna join me?”

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AOT Valentine’s Day Headcanons

eren jaeger x reader, jean kirschstein x reader, armin arlert x reader, levi ackerman x reader, erwin smith x reader, porco galliard x reader, genderneutral!reader

genre: insane amounts of fluff, comfort

warnings: slight cursing, insane amounts of fluff

synopsis: small scenarios of what some aot boys would do for you during valentine’s day.

a.n: enjoy the lovely day with some of these cuties! remember to take care of yourselves and know you’re all loved <3

eren jaeger

this man would definitely try to cook a nice dinner for you

especially if you’re having a hard week

expect him to be researching the best recipe a couple days beforehand

“what are you doing, eren?”

he’ll glance up and nonchalantly mutter, “nothing, babe” while scrolling through fancy recipes

on valentine’s day it’s his time to shine

waits for you to leave the house and go to work before leaving to pick up the necessary ingredients

gets in a verbal argument with a store clerk if he doesn’t find the exact name of what he’s searching for

“are you deaf? I said I needed a bag of shrimp”

“and we have that, sir. you said you needed a bag of prawns right?”

“it’s shrimp! how many goddamn times do I need to repeat myself?”

gets home with bags full of groceries and gets to work

slowly chops all the vegetables and curses when he nicks his finger with the edge of the knife

puts too much oil in the frying pan and tosses everything in there

scrolls through his phone while waiting

spends fifteen minutes ogling at his screensaver

of course it’s a pic of you

ends up burning everything he made

orders takeout, plates it real nice, and attempts to brush off that it was his cooking once you’re home

“this is so good, babe!” you exclaim while lifting the fork to your mouth, “tastes like the order we usually get at that one French restaurant.”

“glad you like it, baby”

cue his nervous sweating

jean kirschstein

simp energy!

makes previous reservations to take a painting class with you

tells you to dress warm before the two of you head out

so! happy!

has the goofiest smile on the actual date

tucks your hand in his pocket while walking to the art studio

spends the whole time checking over at your easel

audibly approves of everything you do, even if you’re drawing a line

“wow, it looks great sweetheart”

scrunches up his brows while concentrating

listens to the art instructor say to paint something that they love

takes it quite literally

paints you

tries to get each pretty feature about you

swipes his hand over his cheek and gets paint on it

literally sweats out of pure focus and won’t want to leave until he’s done

“jean, babe, we gotta go”

“five more minutes please. almost done”

five min turns into five hours

jean’s painting of you is surprisingly amazing and he’s even lowkey impressed

has a random stranger take a pic of you and him together while holding up the paintings

treats you to an expensive restaurant afterwards and pays

full stomachs = happy couple

pulls you close while walking through the downtown streets

whispers cheeky pickup lines into your ear and presses a kiss against your head

best. day. ever.

connie springer

did you say it was valentine’s day?

shit

definitely forgets about the whole holiday but is quick enough to put something together for you

you both aren’t super invested in sappy holidays but connie tries each time

the morning of, he’ll run to the nearest shops and try to pick out a bouquet of flowers for you

everything’s sold out

will curse his luck and literally sprint out of there

kicks himself for not planning in advance as he’s walking up the driveway of your house

notices the neighbor’s beautiful flowers

idea!

he will dash through each neighbor’s yard and pick their flowers so a mismatched bouquet rests in his hand

“happy valentine’s day, my favorite goofball!”

“thanks, babe,” your wide eyes stare at the uncoordinated bouquet in your hands, “I love it”

cue the mud that falls to the floorboards

you scold connie about the dirt that’s still stuck on the roots since it dirties the floors

he’ll take you out to watch a comedy show too!

whole evening of laughter while his arm is wrapped around your shoulder

you were both glowing in happiness (along with having a sore stomach) afterwards

wraps his sweater around you since the evening was getting chilly

drives you home and gives you the sweetest kiss

he’ll pull away with a, “wow” while being completely dazed out

let’s you take his jacket home and texts you corny jokes the whole night

Maro Bott

desperately! wants you to be his valentine

almost cries tears of joy when you accept his confession which only makes you confused

“Marco, sweetie, we’ve been dating for two years”

“doesn’t matter, love”

shows up extra early with a bouquet of roses

“happy valentine’s day!”

expect him to walk inside the house and look through all your cabinets for a vase

helps you pick out an outfit because he has the “perfect date” planned

causes you to be wrapped in bundles of clothing

won’t tell you where he’s taking you once the two of you are in the car

“an,” you tilt your head and albeit a bit puzzled, “ice rink?”

“time for some ice skating!”

laces up your skates before he even does his own so he makes sure it’s secure

will ask multiple times if your feet are comfortable

once he has his skates on, it’s game over

can’t walk without holding onto your hand for a couple moments

“this is harder than I thought,” he confesses with a nervous grin

gets on the ice and falls

hard

the thump causes everyone to look at the two of you and he only responds with, “oh look (Y/n)! I’ve fallen for you! Get it?”

undoubtedly makes you giggle and onlookers awe

gets the hang of ice skating and teaches you how if you’re scared of falling

makes excuses to pull you close and sweetly kiss your cheek

“it’s part of the learning process”

the day was as sweet as Marco is

Armin Arlert

bookstore date!

will definitely plan in advance because he wants everything to be perfect

expect a good morning text that’s a whole paragraph long <3

still asks you, “can I be your valentine?” even if you are both dating

plan on wearing matching outfits for the day

light academia style of white turtlenecks, beige pants, and cardigans

will take a selfie with you and set it as his lock screen so he can awe at it every second

“you’re breathtaking”

intertwines your fingers with his when you’re holding hands

swings it while walking

lots of attention once the two of you step inside the bookstore

constant whispering about the matching outfits and innocent affection

he’ll lead you to the back of the store and spend the entire day there

sits on the floor, leaning against the wooden bookcase, and stroking your hair while you’re laying on his lap

silence = peace

piles of books around you both

“how’s the plot, love?”

will ask that when his head is resting on your thigh and inwardly loves how comfy you are

buys all the books you want and waves away your credit card when you try to pay

“consider it repayment for spending the day with me”

holds the tote bag of books the whole time despite it being heavy

stops by the cafe to buy cups of hot chocolate

notices a small amount of whipped cream on the corner of your mouth

chuckles and stops to literally lean down to press his lips against yours in order to wipe it off

whispers, “you’re so lovely, angel”

both of you will pull away with flushed faces and lovesick smiles

Levi Ackerman

“what’s this for, brat?”

frowns once he opens his front door and you’re standing there with a wide grin

“happy valentine’s day, dear! I wanted to watch a movie then-”

“yeah, yeah”

lets you in anyways

takes the large basket full of movies, snacks, and skincare out of your hands

sets it on the kitchen counter and you immediately pop a bag of popcorn into the microwave

your movements are quick as you’re scurrying around the kitchen retrieving bowls, plates, and napkins

levi watches you from the couch, inwardly pleased that you’re able to memorize the layout of his house since you’ve been over so many times

he’d never tell a soul though

movies with levi!

he won’t pay attention to the movie at all but still comments film mistakes

“he wasn’t even wearing that sweater in the previous scene”

“levi, honey, who even pays attention to that”

“people with eyes”

allows you to cuddle close to him but his fingers itch to bring you even closer

audibly groans when you move away to fetch something

“self care time!” you exclaim while holding up a pack of face masks

will not let you put one on him once he sees how silly they look

“please?”

“no,” he states, “they look fucking ridiculous”

does it anyways once your puppy dog eyes are on display

curses as you slick his hair back and put one on him

hates it and voices his opinion

but at the end of the day, he agrees with the saying, ‘happy wife, happy life’

and oh yes, you were going to be his wife one day

Erwin Smith

imagine sleeping in and waking up to breakfast in bed

pancakes, waffles, bagels, raspberry streusel muffins

and everything’s like

in the shape of a heart <3

turns on some classical, romance music

sweet candles that smell like vanilla = burning

that’s what this man would do

wakes up super early

determined to whip everything up pronto

folded all the laundry, cleaned the dishes, vacuumed the house

amazing

10/10 gentleman

“good morning, love”

edges the bedroom door open with his shoulder while holding a tray of delicious food

definitely still in casual wear clothes

a sweater and grey joggers that he wore to sleep

loves the smile on your face

says “happy valentine’s day” and presses a kiss on the back of your hand

sits on the edge of the bed while you eat

chuckles when you feed him

lets you though

brushes your hair back each time you take a bite to eat

amusingly shakes his head whenever you over-exaggerate a hum in delight

pleased smirks!

definitely tried to swipe whip cream over your cheek just to hear you giggle

it’s beautiful

watches the way the sunlight pours through the window and creates a glow on your face

serenity, calmness, and adoration

discreetly pinches himself to make sure he isn’t dreaming

wouldn’t want this day to end

Porco Galliard

“you doin’ anything today or what?”

will be the first text you get from him in the early morning

after a second passes, the little dots show up to indicate he’s typing again

“nvm. lemme take you out today”

shows up to your place unannounced and immediately notices what you’re wearing

“you’re wearing that? like for real?”

“is there something wrong with it?”

notices the panic in your eyes and immediately stutters

“nah, just,” he’ll bring his hand up to swipe at his noise while avoiding your gaze, “think you’ll be cold but you can wear my jacket or whatever.”

leads you to his muscle car and opens up the passenger door for you

surprisingly chivalrous for the day

drives throughout town to pick up stuff like a blanket, picnic basket, pre-made food, drinks

pays for it, of course, because he claims he’s the better man like that

“only scummy men let their partners pay”

spends the whole day driving around, hand on your thigh, while blasting your fav songs”

rolls the windows down so other drivers look your way

will also flip off anyone that suggestively gazes at you

loves when you belt out the lyrics and eagerly want him to join your singing session

rolls his eyes, “me? singing? gross.”

will sing 100% but only if you don’t call his bluff

pulls to the side of the road and sets up a romantic picnic spot nestled in an open field

drapes his jacket over your smaller physique and only mutters, “wear it before you catch a cold”

spends the evening star gazing, letting you rest your head on his chest while his hands are folded behind his neck

carries you back to the car once you’re asleep, snaps on your seatbelt, presses a kiss on your forehead, and mumbles, “thanks for lettin’ me take you out today, idiot.”

#eren x reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger headcanons #jean kirschstein #jean x reader #jean kirschtein headcanons #armin aot #armin arlert #armin x reader #levi ackerman #erwin smith #porco headcanons #porco galliard #connie springer #connie x reader

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dreadlockholiday · 3 years

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Stucky Fic Rec List #2

by @dreadlockholiday

Another Rec List, source: my bookmarks.

Note: the FICS ARE ALL COMPLETE, while the SERIES CONTAINS SOME WIPS.

📖 Next Chapter by NachoDiablo - [Explicit; 15k words]

[Modern AU; Actor!Steve x Writer!Bucky; Tumblr Meet-Cute; Identity Porn; Bottom!Bucky]

Bucky’s life is at a bit of a standstill these days as he commits to embracing his inner hermit, brewing the perfect pour-over, and writing popular fanfic for the Avengers movie franchise. When he strikes up a friendship with Steve, the snarky yet earnest fan of his latest fic, he finds himself opening up for the first time in years. Things get more complicated, however, when Bucky realizes that Steve’s more than just an everyday fan of the Avengers. As he and Steve grow closer, Bucky will have to decide whether or not he’s ready to start moving forward again.

🥀 Just Like Before by romanticallyinept - [Explicit; 3,7k words]

[Canon Divergence; Dom!Steve x Sub!Bucky; Misunderstandings; Explicit Sexual Content; Angst with a Happy Ending]

It wasn’t ever something they talked about. Bucky never said, “I gotta let go sometimes,” and Steve never said he’d always be willing to take the reins. But they knew what worked for them, even without the conversations that Steve has read about, the ones that he knows, now, are so damn important.

He tries not to blame himself too much.

✨ Whenever You're Ready by @maddiewritesstucky - [Explicit; 5k words]

[Modern AU; Exes to Lovers; Getting Back Together; Emotional Sex; Love Confessions; Angst With a Happy Ending]

“Oh...”

It’s so soft, the sound Bucky makes. One tiny word, more breath than anything else, yet it somehow holds all the sentiment of 'of course' and 'how have I lived without this', and Steve is ruined for it.

He’s sixteen again, realising that want begins and ends with Bucky Barnes.

He is seventeen, discovering that the only thing better than getting his hands on Bucky, is getting his mouth on him.

He is eighteen, and nineteen, and twenty; bone-deep certain that for him, there will only ever be Bucky.

“Stevie,” Bucky sighs. He reaches gentle fingertips to brush the hair back off Steve’s forehead; traces the stretch of Steve’s lips around him with all the tender wonder of their youth.

...Steve is thirty-nine, and he will never come back from this.

☀️ For the Summer by steebadore, CoraRochester, art by @fadefilter - [Explicit; 44,2k words]

[Modern AU; Rich!Bucky x Carpenter!Steve; Exes to Lovers; Getting Back Together; Bottom!Bucky; Angst With a Happy Ending]

Fifteen years ago, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had been two teenagers in love, spending sweltering summers in Eagle Inlet, Steve's sleepy lakeside hometown way up in the Adirondacks. Sure, Bucky's rich family only came up in summertime, but they were off to college soon and they'd be together forever, right?

Not quite.

These days, Bucky's back in town for the summer and it turns out, some hurts—and firsts—are hard to get over.

🏆 Inspecting my bruises (I got them trying to save the world) by Dancey96, art by @deisderium - [Explicit; 34,7k words]

[Modern AU; PR Agent!Bucky x Martial Artist!Steve; Enemies to Lovers; Queer Awakening; Bottom!Bucky; Happy Ending]

In the world of mixed martial arts, the Avengers Combat Tournament is the next level of competition where the athletes are the best of the best and the fighting style is almost superhuman. With hopes to succeed in the sport, Steve Rogers is struggling to garner the attention he needs from the press. Enter Bucky Barnes, a public relations agent with no interest in ACT whatsoever, but with a growing fascination for Steve.

💌 14 Valentines by jehans - [Explicit; 18,9k words]

[Shrunkyclunks; Delivery Guy!Bucky; Amputee Bucky; PTSD; Valentine's Day; Love at First Sight; Sub!Bucky; Bottom!Bucky; Rough Sex]

Someone is trying to woo Steve.

Every day in February leading up to Valentine's Day, Steve is sent an expensive, if a bit impersonal, gift from a secret admirer. And while he's less than impressed by this covert attempt to win his heart, he's very impressed by the sweet, funny, and deeply attractive delivery driver who brings these gifts to his door every day.

Bucky is amazing, and Steve is falling for him hard and fast, but each day that goes by is another day closer to Valentine's Day, and the expected end of his secret admirer's gifts. Steve had better figure out soon if Bucky's clear flirtation with him is serious, or if he's just in it for the chase. Because if he's serious, there are Things Steve would like to do...

🍁 On the nights you feel outnumbered, baby, I'll be out there somewhere by JJK - [Explicit; 12k words]

[Canon Divergence; Nomad!Steve x WW2!Bucky x Planet Hulk!Steve; Threesome M/M/M; Bottom!Bucky; Double Penetration]

“One of me’s not enough for you?” Rogers arched an eyebrow to match.

“Well, when there’s two on offer…” Bucky grinned.

or, a Nomad Steve / TFA Bucky / Planet Hulk Steve threesome fic

🐺 The Heart of My Own (burn it down low) by @minka-g - [Mature; 16k words]

[Fantasy AU; Shapeshifters; Russian Mythology and Folklore; Mythical Creatures; Mild Horror; Soulmates; Happy Ending]

As a boy of seven, Bucky sat at his babushka’s feet, listening to her croaky old voice talk of fairy tales and prophesies while her lips curled around a lit Laika, the smoke trickling from her nostrils like a tsmok from one of her stories.

His babushka was horror, and she was memory; a lingering link between a world Bucky’s mother hated and one he saw as fantastical and magical. She was the storyteller, the soothsayer and the bringer of Bucky’s dreams.

She also heralded his nightmares.

----

In a deep, dark forest, a city-weary delivery man finds more than he bargained for.

🌱 Into the Sky by Ellessey - [Teen; 3,9k words]

[Canon Divergence; Recovering!Bucky; Hurt/Comfort; Plants; Romantic Fluff]

"Maybe they were just duds," Steve says, his thumb moving gently over Bucky's hand. "We can get some more."

They were magic beans, that's what the package called them. They were supposed to sprout within a week. They were intended for ages five to ninety-five.

Maybe Bucky's just too goddamn old.

Bucky has precious little patience with himself (and even less for his horticultural endeavors), but Steve has more than enough to go around.

+ Bonus Series

🔪 Kinktober 2020 by @wayward-lives - [Explicit; 80,2k words]

Prompts filled: Handjob; Eating Out; Thigh Riding; Choking/Spanking; Daddy Kink; Blinfolded; Blowjob; Voyeurism; Accidental Stimulation; Knife Kink; Restraints; Fingering; Public Sex; Sixty-Nine; Size Difference; Toys; Begging; In the Kitchen; Double Penetration; Edging; Phone Sex; In the Shower/Tub; First Time; BDSM/Rough Sex; Caught Masturbating; Overstimulation; Orgy; Praise Kink; Dirty Talk; Mutual Masturbation; Dressed Up.

#stucky fic rec #stucky fanfic #fic rec #rec list #dready's fic recs #q

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pencilhattopy · 3 years

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wOW!!!! A HEADCANON ABOUT A CHARACTER THAT NOT COMMONLY APPEAR ALOT BUT THERES CONNECTION WITH A MATSUNO BROTHERS AND THAT MAKE EVERYONE OBSESSED WITH HIM FOR SOME REASON!?!?!??!??!?!?!?! sure :D

just to be note this out, im not good with headcanon and such so im trying my best for you epic anon! ^^)/ also had to put on read more bcus its VERY LONG LOL

Its so obvious that he seems very popular at school..... but not too much than Totoko. Because I see that Totoko shows mostly popular bcus of her appearance and her fake heroine behavior in the movie but on the other side Yanagida is quite popular not just his looks, it probably because his parents are part of celebrity (like athlete celebrity kinda type) so everyone knows about him about his family and thats it.

Even hes popular, he can get use to hanging out to anyone who wants to, even though he don’t want to. I MEAN.... he likes hanging out with friends but he knows that friends really attach to him so hard it annoys him and also everyone kinda love that guy so he prefer to go out like 2 or 3 groups he can lol.

I think his fav group friends he hang out when Ichimatsu and Atsushi is there. Thats why he appear two times in the movie JHDKJNF

Even though he looks like he can do any sports he can, but I can hc that he also love to do art. Like painting, photography, cooking,,,, or maybe he can sing or something casual idk HHHFHH talented motherfucker

His jealousy on sextuplets is shows. But no one notice lol. the way he said like “It’s not like I hate them it just its hard to deal with them when they all together.” seems like it for me. Maybe bcus he dont have any chance to get along with his family bcus parents and siblings busy with work and college such.

oh yeah i can hc him that hes the youngest sibling. he has 2 brothers and 1 sister. his sister is married.

bcus his family is busy, he also busy for the school, and prepare to move out and his future college. he had to eat leftovers or foods from convenience store for dinner.

he likes Totoko at first but then he realised maybe totoko not into him on high school. in high school reunion he didnt expected totoko reaction when he said she look cute and then he was like “Huh....ok” idk why i want to put this one tho

he had develop feelings for Ichimatsu but he refused to believe it at first. he finally realized it was internalized homophobia when hes adult and thats my hc of his regret of his memory!!!!!!! ICHI

When he trying to remember why he fall for Ichi for and then he remembers one time they high five so hard they squished their hands together. He realized his the way he had crush on him is stupid.

He notice Ichimatsu changed alot. I mean when they adult i meAN LOL so he notice that Ichi don’t want to interact to Yana but don’t know the reason but don’t want to force him atm. He don’t want to leave him alone because he want to get closer with Ichi so he decided to sit next to him, like old times, without the high five or talk to him. Its getting awkward if it just two of them lloljknjknkNJKD

i thought its cute to put this but Yana would put his jacket on Ichi if he fell asleep next to him :) :) :) :) like he fell sleep on his shoulder I can feel that Yanagida’s heart is blooming like a flower ^^

oH YEAH bcus hes good looking he knows girls attracted to him even though hes not into girls too much. He dated a lot of girls when he was high school and/or college before he gay thoughts

he secretly dated a guy before! but his ex-bf seems to like someone else and Yana is fine to breakup before his ex decided to cheat on him. :/

he gotta be closeted to his family and his high school friends bcus he can imagine that everyone being homophobic on him and he hate to feel like that (he really want to coming out to ichimatsu bcus of crush thing but he’s weak if Ichimatsu started to disgust on him) he only out to his friends from gay bar! :D

he literally sexual fluidity when he was questioning himself either if hes bi or gay and he finally call himself gay after he had deep talk with his recent friends (lgbt-friendly)

ok im kinda done with his gay hc jNBKDJK lets move on his fav thing!! hes very good taking care of children bcus of his newphews and nieces and he probably had a cat and/or dog! I did a comic about he have a cat name King before so KJBFDJKB

he probably good with fighting and racing games.

did i mention he can cook? One time I hc that hes took culinary arts if he got stressed out by the sports thing and his parents agree and do what he want in the future so

he surprised that Ichi can make cute culinary food too (you know that chocolate he made from valentines day skit and cat onigiri on season2) and support him as he can (to make him not uneasy with it)

he look up his old picture of his high school hair style and he feel disgusted.

yOU KNOW WHAT.... HE WOULD DO THIS BEFORE HE GLO UP

#anon #ask #reply #yanagita #yanagida #yanaichi #ososan

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theaviskullguy · 3 years

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Ink and Petals

@dapple-dualies-propaganda here's the au

Tattoo artist! Rider x Florist! Goggles

hope you enjoy!

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When was it not busy at Squid ink?

It was one of the top Tattoo Parlors in Inkopolis. and it was also on a pretty busy street. So, it got a lot of customers. Also the fact that one of the artists was a famous turfer.

Rider hadn't formerly retired, but he had eased out of playing Turf Wars. He had found other interests outside of the sport: Theater, art, reviewing old movies online... He still did Turf from time to time, albeit the adult league. He was too old for the more popular teen division.

So, he found a job as a tattoo artist. And he rather loved it. Not only did most of his friends consult him for tattoo advice (from where the best places are to good designs), but he also knew some gossip. One of his regulars had beef with her neighbor because he has a pet raccoon who keeps stealing her trash and Rider could NOT wait to hear more about this story.

Another thing was, well, Rider had seen some shit. From people covered head to toe in tats, to people eagerly wanting their first tattoo, even to shyer folk who wanted one to defy controlling parents or to mark something important.

None of that prepared Rider for the news he got when tattooing one of the customers. More specifically, Gloves.

You see, Gloves had been coming in for the past few days. They had wanted a pretty complicated butterfly tat, so for the last 3 days Rider has been exchanging stories with the resident enby about... pretty much anything.

This is how this exchange happened;

"So you remember Goggles, right?" Gloves asked.

Rider rolled his eyes. "What, you think I'd forget the guy who kept pulling down my pants?"

"Oh ha ha. Anyways, apparently he works at that flower shop now."

"...He what?"

"You heard me!" They said. "I went there yesterday to get something for a project and there was Goggles! He misses you, 'ya know!"

Rider was just. quiet. He hadn't talked to his crush in a while, contact dwindled when Rider stopped doing Turf as much. Never once did he think Goggles would miss him, but that was probably the self hatred talking.

"...I'll think about it." Was all Rider said.

The conversation continued like nothing happen; Gloves saying multiple cursed things and Rider sharing interesting stories he heard on his job. Time flew by and soon, the tattoo was done; a butterfly with the bi colors on one wing and the nb colors on the other. Rider was quite proud of it, and Gloves seemed to like it. They waved, and left the store, humming to themselves.

Rider looked at the clock. His shift ended in just a few minutes. He knew he had no other appointments that day, so he took to watching old recorded matches in his phone.

Those were over a decade ago. Yet he still remembered everything. His favorite part was still learning he won a match by such a small margin. It was just... amazing.

He sighed. Rider missed those battles. But he has to say, he missed his crush a bit more.

He clocked out, saying goodbye to the other employee-Cherry (business relationships were easy to maintain when your coworkers were your siblings), and headed towards the flower shop for more reasons than one.

Army had a performance the next day. And yeah, Rider knew it was romantic, but platonically giving your best friend flowers was always nice. Plus, he wanted an excuse to see Goggles again.

He looked into the shop-the blue inkling was nowhere to be seen, but then again neither was the front desk. So, Rider shrugged and stepped in.

The floral scent was strong, but not overwhelming. Plenty of blossoms lined the stands, along with tags of what the flowers were and what they meant.

Rider looked around, trying to remember which flowers Army liked again, when he heard a familiar, youthful voice.

"Hi! Need any help?"

The inkling turned around. Goggles had definitely changed since Rider last saw him; his tentacles were longer and in an actual bun, for once. His blue eyes still had that clarity, and he still had that goofy smile. Though he didn't seem to recognize Rider.

"Uhh... I'll be fine. I'm just trying to remember what flower my friend likes the most." He said, hoping his accent didn't give him away; there weren't many in Inkopolis with an Australian accent.

But, Goggles didn't seem to notice or care. "Oh, okay!"

Rider internally breathed a sigh of relief. That would have been awkward if Goggles recognized him.

He looked around the shop, before spotting a bouquet of lilies. He knew Army liked lilies. If they weren't his favorite flower, it'd be close enough.

Rider took a few of the bigger ones, and a few white roses for variety, and took them to the counter.

Goggles smiled. "This a special occasion?"

"Not exactly. Just, my friend's doing a performance for a musical and I wanted to get him something for it." Rider explained.

"What musical?" Gogs asked, arranging the flowers with a sheer, white ribbon tying them together.

"Hadestown. He got Eurydice."

"Oh! I went to go see it last night! Army's amazing at that role. He's your friend, right?"

Rider internally panicked, but calmed down after remembering he wasn't Army's only friend. "Yeah. We've been friends for a while now."

"Well, tell him I said hi!" He handed the bouquet to Rider. "On me, alright? It's for a friend anyways!"

Rider nodded. "Thanks, mate."

"You're welcome!"

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A few weeks went by. Rider occasionally stopped at the flower shop and got flowers for...well, no real reason. He'd use them to add color to his house, or give them to friends. He just wanted an excuse to see Goggles.

He'd talked to the blue inkling a bit more, too. He'd gotten into the business since, well, he really liked flowers, and he wanted a job where he could just...relax! He still did Turf, of course, but the Adult league was more serious than the teen one, and he just wanted to have fun instead of be expected to take a game seriously.

He still didn't recognize Rider. The yellow-green inkling was a bit hurt by this, to be honest.

Though, it was a bit startling when Goggles actually walked into Rider's work. And Rider was assigned to give Goggles his first tattoo: A blue jay on his shoulder, taking off from a branch.

This time, it was Goggles' turn to ask questions as Rider worked.

"Sooo.... you've been coming into my shop for a while and I still don't know your name!" The blue inkling stated. "I mean, you can probably recognize me though!"

Rider shrugged. "Well, who can forget Goggles of the Idiot Blue team?"

Goggles giggled. "You do know me! I still don't know you!!"

"...I can assure you, we've met before that day I got Army flowers." Rider said.

"Ooh! Can I try and guess who you are?"

"Ehh, why not."

"Okay! Umm..." Goggles thought for a moment. "Clams facemask?"

Rider shook his head. "Nope."

"Inkfall?"

"Wrong."

"Eging Jr?"

"Not even close there."

"Stealth Goggles?"

"Getting closer, I'll give you that."

"....Rider?" Goggles asked.

Rider chuckled. "Took you long enough, idiot."

Goggles smiled wide. "I finally found you! Hi Riri!"

"Hey, Gogs. It's been a while."

"Yeah! I'm a bit surprised I didn't recognize you, since we were pretty close!" Goggles stated.

Rider shrugged. "Well, I'm not the most memorable person anyways."

"Riderrrrr don't say that!" Goggles said. "You're still really popular!"

"To some people, maybe. Not everyone."

There was a tense silence, other than the hum of the tattoo needle as it made the drawing.

"....So." Goggles started again. "How's life?"

"It's...well, better than it was." Rider said. "Got my own place, for one. Though it gets a bit lonely.. You?"

"I'm still living in an apartment. I really want a roommate!" Goggles proclaimed. "Maybe we could move in together?"

"..I'll think about it, Gogs. Though it might be fun being your roommate."

"Really? Thanks Rider!" Goggled smiled.

The conversation grew more casual. Rider enjoyed it; turns out Goggles had his fair share of gossip. It was kinda cool.

And as the next few days passed, Rider looked forward to each of those sessions. His crush seemed to go from "this person would be fun to date i think" to "hOLY MOTHER OF THE GODS IM IN L O V E", and it didn't help that during those meetings, Goggles had to be shirtless.

The days turned into weeks and months. Goggles moved in with Rider, and the two became incredibly close friends.

And, it came to a head near valentines day. Goggles' shop was very busy, as expected. Luckily, Squid Ink wasn't as much.

So, on his day off, just before Valentines, Rider headed to the flower shop and got a bouquet of roses. Cliché to confess on Valentines day, Rider knew, but he's a pining gay cut him some slack.

And Rider came home right as Goggles was leaving for his shift. So, that left Rider with a good 3 hours to practice his confession.

"Alright, Rider. This has to be CASUAL. 'Hey, I've liked you for over a decade but just now had the confidence to confess!' No, too creepy sounding. 'Yo, Gogs. I really like you and maybe we could go out to dinner sometimes?' ...Too casual."

....Yeah, this went on for a while.

Rider groaned, collapsing his his bed. "I wish feelings were fucking easier...I should just call Army."

So, he grabbed his phone and selected the contact, Veronica Sawyer Kinnie

"C'mon, Army... pick up."

And not one ring later, "Rider, what is it?"

"...I need romantic help. Please." Rider asked.

"Look, just because I'm married to Aloha, doesn't mean I know how I ended up here."

"Yeah, I kinda know that." He stated. "Still. I really need some help."

Army sighed. "Who is it? It's totally that one person with the raccoon story-"

"Actually, no. It's, um.... It's Goggles."

The octoling on the other end of the line could be heard sighing. "Still a morosexual I see."

"OI! You're the one who married a fuckin himbo!"

".....Touché. Still, there's a difference."

Rider huffed. "Just... give me some advice. I wanna confess to him tomorrow but I've got no idea how. I'm giving him roses, but like, there's gotta be something more I could do, y'know?"

"Have you tried asking Prince?" Army suggested. "He is the one with the obsession with rom coms and romance novels."

"This is his exam period, Army. I'm not about to potentially interrupt a cram session by asking for romantic advice!"

"Fair enough. I'd say...well, just rip off the band aid. Like... 'Hey, Goggles, I really like you and was wondering if you'd like to be my boyfriend.'"

"...Thanks, Arm. I'll, uh, give it a try."

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Rider couldn't sleep that well. Mainly out of anticipation.

He was gonna confess to his crush of...over a decade, at least. He didn't fuckin know what was gonna happen!

Like, would Goggles reciprocate? Would he hate Rider after it? WHAT THE FUCK WOULD HAPPEN-

He sighed. He needed to get his mind off this shit.

Rider looked over to his bedside clock: 5AM. 5 hours before his shift. 5 hours to get his shit together and plan for confessing to the world's cutest but also dumbest man later that night.

C'mon, Rider. Think. Army said to rip it off like a band aid, but Goggles might find that a little sudden and out of the blue. He could write a letter and leave it for Goggles when he went to his shift (The flower shop was closed on Valentines day). That would be a safe option.

Rider sat up, and got out a piece of paper and pencil, writing a note.

"Hey, Goggles.

There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while. I really, really like you. As in, a crush.

I totally get it if you don't like me back, or think I'm weird, but hey, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out to dinner or something. Probably not tonight cause of Valentine's day but maybe tomorrow night or something.

-Rider"

Quickly, he folded it and wrote Goggles' name, putting a little heart sticker on it. It was corny, but hey, Rider had to use up those stickers somehow.

Rider attached it to the roses, and kept it on his desk.

And so, the morning went as normal. He had breakfast, got out of his pjs, put his hair up... the usual.

But as Rider left to go to work, he left the note and rose on the table, and left the house quickly.

During the day, he nearly forgotten all about it; He caught up with the gossip-Apparently the neighbor with the raccoon and the regular were now dating. So that was a nice little end to the story.

Squid Ink wasn't AS busy-probably because it was Valentines day, people were spending it with their lovers, not getting inked up (unless they made the appointment when single)

And it was near the end of Rider's shift when he heard his name mentioned. Probably someone making an appointment before he heard the familiar voice of Goggles going "Okay!!"

The blue inkling walked over to his station. "Hi Ridey!!"

"...Hey, Gogs. Getting another tat?" Rider asked, trying to keep his cool.

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"

"A'ight anything specific in mind or-"

"Can I get just a simple quote one?"

Rider nodded. "Where do you want it?"

Goggles pulled down the collar of his shirt slightly. "Right here, please!"

"Okay. Just try to keep holding that down so I don't mess up.

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And so, tattoo conversations ensued.

The quote Goggles had wanted was a simple Pride one, that said "love is love". It was discreet, but a bit of it could be seen poking out if Goggles ever wore a v-neck.

"So, any plans for tonight?" Rider asked, trying to keep things subtle. Maybe Goggles hadn't read the note yet.

The blue inkling nodded. "Kinda! I had mental plans buuuuut nothing serious."

Rider raised an eyebrow. "Who with?"

"..I m-mean, I still have to ask him.." Goggles' face turned a shade of blue, and he averted his gaze.

"....Can I guess who he is?"

"If ya can!"

He smiled. "Does his name have an R in it?" Rider had a guess it was himself, but it wouldn't hurt to check.

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!"

"Got an accent?"

"Yep!!"

"Is he doing your tattoo?"

"....y-yeah?" Goggles sheepishly smiled. "I'm n-not that discreet, am I?"

Rider chuckled, but on the inside he was screeching. "Honestly? I had no clue myself."

"Really? I've been dropping the most obvious hints!"

"...Like what?" Rider asked, now a bit curious.

"Welllll I've been picking movies you like during movie night, I've made sure to get your drink on coffee runs, Oh! And I offered to cook dinner that one time!" Goggles stated.

"...Damn. I'm just oblivious then." The former dynamo user laughed, before turning off the needle. "There. It's all done." Rider held up a mirror for the blue boy.

Goggles' face lit up. "Whoa! It looks amazing!!! Thanks Riri!"

Rider smiled. "You're welcome. Now, uh, ...did you read my note?"

"..Y-yeah, I did. And, um...I like you too Rider!!" The blue man pressed a small, quick kiss to Rider's cheek.

Rider blushed. "S-so, you'll let me t-take you out?"

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"

"I...thanks, Gogs."

"You're welcome Riri!!!"

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