#he was on my mind so I doodled him a valentines scenario

[kaleidoscopek9]

Will you take it? Y / N

Nox from BHC belongs to @bonelyheartsclub

[dulcesiabits]

twst + valentine’s day

request: can we please get something that involves all twst dorm leaders like the armband scenario?? maybe it’s valentines/ christmas and the MC’s going around giving gifts ?? thank uu!

a/n: I,,, included all of the characters as a bonus.... so the format of this is different from how I usually write, and it’s also pretty long lol. I’m sorry this took way too long to get out //side eyes all the other old stuff in my drafts//

For the past few days, all of your friends had been acting... strange, to say the least. Azul kept finding excuses to spend time with you, and Ruggie always slipped an arm around you whenever he saw you in the halls. Even Idia was texting you more frequently, even if half of his texts were asking you to help him do a raid in one of his MMOs.

It was only when you passed by Sam’s shop and saw a lascivious pink and red display of candy and roses that you realized what was happening. Valentine’s day was tomorrow, and all your friends wanted chocolate from you. It was no surprise the date had slipped your mind, considering all the trouble you were usually neck deep in.

You didn’t have to do anything for the holiday (you were a little surprised they celebrated it, to be honest) but you cared about your friends, as conniving and rude some of them were. The least you could do to show your appreciation would be to give them some sweets.

After convincing Crowley to lend you some money, and armed with nothing but your determination and late night adrenaline, you braced yourself to make enough chocolates for 22 people in one night.

The next day, running on four hours of sleep and lugging around a heavy bag full of chocolates, you were ready to pass out your gifts. You had even found the time to individually package the chocolate, tying the bags with a cute ribbon and hastily scribbling the recipient’s name and a little doodle on them. 

Ace, as always, is terribly smug. Wrapping a arm around your shoulder, he jokingly asked if you were trying to confess your feelings as he popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth. Of course, he’s tired of receiving candy from his many admirers (you have those? you asked, and Ace cuffed you on the head), but you’re a little special from all the others (he’s just saying, if you wanted to date, he would even be willing to do things he didn’t like for you). 

Deuce isn’t used to receiving chocolate whatsoever, so he’s a blushing mess when you hand him a bag. He’s too busy admiring the packaging (it has a blue ribbon!!! You even drew a little spade on it for him!!!!!) and solemnly promises to cherish it forever. You remind him that the chocolate would spoil, and if he wanted more, you’d simply make some for him. He’s honestly very close to fainting from happiness. His first valentine’s chocolate, from one of his best friends! He’s come a long way from being a self-destructive delinquent. 

Jack takes the chocolate with little fanfare. He insists he doesn’t really care about valentine’s day, and he’s only taking it because you’re his friend. But the way his tail is wagging fast enough to create a miniature tornado betrays his real feelings. He’s ridiculously happy, even if he’s hard pressed to say it. Jack has always thought he didn’t need the company of others, but you’ve changed his mind (even if you drag him into trouble on a daily basis).

It’s a surprise to Epel to receive chocolate, but it’s definitely a pleasant one. There was practically no one his own age in his home village, so he’s never celebrated valentine’s day. He doesn’t know much about it, so Epel thought you were confessing your feelings for him (which certainly turned him as red as an apple). But he’s smiling from ear to ear, shyly thanking you. It’s nice to have someone who accepts you for who you are, country accent and feral energy and all.

For the first time since you’ve known him, Sebek is ridiculously quiet. His mouth is agape as he looks as the chocolate like he’s never seen candy before. Valentine’s day is a silly human custom, and it’s not like he really wanted chocolate, but if you insist, then he has no choice but to take it (you threaten to take the chocolate back and he yells so loud your ear drums pop). You know, for a human, you weren’t that bad. He... sort of... enjoys your company. Only a little, though!

Riddle is never one to turn down sweets, and never from someone he’s fond of. He’s a little bashful as he takes the chocolate, especially when he’s seen that you’ve decorated the bag with care. He’s a little awkward as he thanks you, because no one has given him chocolates before. He’s going to happily savor each piece (you almost forgot how terrifying Riddle is until you saw him break the sound barrier to behead someone who had painted a rose pink. You are so, so thankful you usually manage to stay on his good side).

Trey has nightmares about valentine’s day. His family’s bakery is usually packed due to the holiday, and he has to work until his arms are about to fall off for a week straight. Besides, he’s usually the one passing out chocolate to others, not the one receiving it. But he’s not going to turn down chocolate from his cute junior now, is he? You might even be Trey’s favorite first year, but he’s never going to say for sure.

Cater doesn’t like sweet things, but when you tell him you made sure to get dark chocolate specifically for him, he’s throwing his arms around you in excitement. Be prepared for him to spend at least thirty minutes snapping selfies with you, and photographing his gift from like twenty different angles so he can brag on Magicam (and maybe even irritate anyone who hasn’t received chocolate from you yet).

You’re pretty sure that Leona is used to receiving a ton of chocolate because he’s a prince (he’s also extremely hot), but he’s taking the bag from you before you can even finish saying hello. Leona’s too prideful to admit it, but he finds you amusing, and he’s even grown fond of you. There’s no way he’s going to pass up on a gift from his favorite herbivore, especially when you went to all the trouble to prepare it. Surely you can spare some time to nap with him as he eats it, right?

Ruggie’s gift is a little special: you’ve made chocolate frosted doughnuts for him, knowing how much he loves doughnuts. He’s giving his signature snicker when he sees what you’ve brought him, and his tail may or may not be wagging. Ruffling your hair, he jokes that he’s a little surprised at how good it tastes. It makes Ruggie’s heart flutter a little; he’s never celebrated valentine’s day before, but he’s glad that his first chocolate was from you.

Azul tries to play it cool, but his red ears give him away: he’s never received genuine valentine’s chocolates before. People who do give him anything just want to make sure a business deal runs smoothly. Of course, he can’t simply accept a present: no, he’s asking you if you want something in return (someone convince him to stop reading so much capitalist theory). He also hides the chocolate: it’s very special, and he can’t have the twins teasing him about it.

Honestly, Jade kind of scares you. Floyd is the temperamental one, but at least he’s easy to read. You can’t tell what Jade is thinking when you hand him his bag. The chocolate is shaped like little mushrooms, and Jade flashes you a sharp tooth smile as he thanks you for the gift. He even raises your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles, saying he might give you a discount at the Mostro Lounge. Aren’t you cute? He has his eye on you, for better or worse.

Floyd practically throws himself on you as soon as he sees you. He’s seen everyone else bragging about the chocolate they’ve received from you, so where is his? It’s hard giving him his little bag of chocolate when he’s basically draped all over you, but you somehow manage. Floyd is beaming, calling you a cute little shrimp as he presses a kiss to your head. He doesn’t really care about the chocolate; he’s just happy he got something from you.

Kalim trusts you so much he doesn’t even ask someone to taste test his chocolate before he bites into a piece. He’s so incredibly happy, and much like Floyd, he’s got you wrapped in a tight hug, flashing you a bright smile. You’re such a good friend, and you’re so cute, and you make all of his parties a thousand times better. Kalim’s already considering how to thank you. Would a parade and party in your honor suffice?

Jamil is stoic as he receives your chocolate. Kalim’s usually the one who receives gifts, not him, because he’s always had to stick to the shadows. He’s very flattered, though, and when you tell him that you care about him, he’s pulling the strings of his hoodie tighter to hide the warmth in his face. Internally, he’s gloating because he noticed his piece of chocolate was bigger than Kalim’s (wow, petty king). 

Vil has been waiting for you to give him his chocolate all day. Epel and Leona have been taunting him over the fact that he had yet to receive anything from you. The idea that you don’t like him irritates him. Listen, Vil may have a mountain of chocolate from admirers already, but yours is the only one he really wants to eat. No expensive box of chocolates beats a homemade present from his favorite potato, you know.

Rook already knows what’s up. He’s singing your praises when he sees you in the halls, reciting a poem he wrote especially for you that makes you blush. When you finally manage to give him his chocolate, Rook presses a kiss to your cheek. You’re a beautiful person, and he hopes you’ll allow him to stay by your side in the years to come. After all, he wants to see how your beauty grows and improves.

You’re not really sure how to give your present to Idia, but Ortho solves that problem for you. He promises to deliver it to Idia, but you feel a little bad that Ortho can’t eat any himself. He assures you he doesn’t mind; his brother is going to be over the moon with happiness, and that’s enough to make him happy. Ortho gives you a hug before he goes on his way. Idia is certain he’s dreaming when he receives the gift. Is this real? This only happens in, like, manga and anime, you know. Whenever he texts you, he blushes bright red at the memory, and it takes him a week to calm down.

You scream when Lilia pops out of nowhere, upside down, ready to receive his chocolate. Lilia is amused; aren’t you adorable, running around giving gifts to everyone? He never tires of how strange and delightful human customs are. Pressing a kiss to your forehead as thanks for the present, Lilia smiles at your flustered expression. Perhaps he should surprise you with kisses more often, just to see that look on your face.

Silver is happy to receive any sort of edible food, especially if it’s as good as yours. After years of Lilia’s cooking, he’s learned to take his blessings where he can. Of course, he isn’t even halfway through the bag before he falls asleep on your shoulder. Silver looks so peaceful, you don’t have the heart to move him. Later, when Sebek finds the two of you, his angry shouting can be heard from the other side of the school.

Malleus is a little grumpy when you meet him for your nightly walk. After all, Lilia, Silver and Sebek were all happily munching on chocolate you’ve given them, and he hasn’t received anything yet. Maybe you’ve forgotten him, just like everyone else. But when you pull out a bag for him, tied with a green ribbon and a cute little dragon doodled on the wrapping, he doesn’t know how to react. It’s adorable, and he’s unspeakably happy. Everyone is unnerved over the next few days, because Malleus walks around with a perpetual smile. Sebek is a bit jealous, and Lilia chuckles knowingly. It’s no secret that Malleus adores you.

[em-neko]

FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM (KBTBB HEADCANON)

how i think mc would’ve met + fallen in love with the bidders if she hadn’t been put up for auction.

oh and i added a song to go along with each scenario, enjoy!

a/n: the auctions don’t exist in this universe, so the bidders don’t know each other (assuming soryu, eisuke and luke didn’t stay in contact after high school). however, shuichi and hikaru are friends.

EISUKE

when mc worked at the tres spade, they’d often run into each other

she’d always catch his eye, but he wasn’t sure why

she was just like any other maid, after all

but to him, she seemed different somehow

one day, his curiosity got the best of him and he promoted her to the penthouse

at first, she was really shy and wouldn’t even look him in the eye

he’d try chatting her up (in his own way)

but she wouldn’t open up (understandably)

so one day, he asked her to make him coffee

their first conversation was about how eisuke liked his coffee

somehow, he managed to make her laugh

and slowly, she began warming up to him

since then, whenever she’d go up to the penthouse to clean, they’d end up just talking the entire time

mc got in trouble for it (and by trouble i mean, erika and tweedledee and tweedledum bullied her about it) but eisuke always defended her

if eisuke was too busy in his office to talk to her, he’d leave her a small present on the coffee table for her to find

things like jewelry, clothes, beauty products and sweets

in exchange, mc left notes and doodles for eisuke to find

once she even left a short comic that she’d written and illustrated for him to read

he saved them all

soon, their relationship turned flirty

eisuke would tease her constantly

sometimes, he’d jokingly pin mc down on the couch

or he’d give her little surprise kisses while she’d be cleaning

mc would always blush and get super flustered

in typical eisuke fashion, he’d play it off as a joke

but it was obvious he really liked her

soon, eisuke offered her to move into the penthouse

he blamed it on boredom and pulled them “it’s for work” card, but mc saw right through it

and she agreed

SORYU

i genuinely don’t think they would’ve ever met if it weren’t for the auctions

however, i could see them potentially meeting in a bookstore

it was that cliche, looking over the shelf, eyes meeting type of thing

soryu didn’t pay any mind to her at first, but he’d remember her face

he found himself thinking about her a lot

she was scared of him at first, but she found him really attractive

so they’d both go to the bookstore every few days, hoping they run into one another

they wouldn’t speak to each other though

but that doesn’t mean the staff of the bookstore didn’t take notice of their occasional glances

they were kinda suspicious because mc and soryu would always be in the store at the same time

so one day, after closing, the staff reorganized the shelves so that the romance section (mc’s favorite section) would be right besides the crime novel section (soryu’s favorite section)

hoping they’d talk to each other

and it worked!

when mc and soryu returned to the bookstore the next day, they realized that things had been move around

and found themselves shoulder to shoulder

mc eventually gathered up the courage to ask him what he was reading

and he offered to buy her a book he liked

in exchange, she bought him a book she liked

every few days, they’d purchase books for each other, and talk about the last books

mc began to leave notes in soryu’s books

and he left notes in hers too

notes turned to letters

and soon, a phone number was left on the bottom of one of the letters

OTA

they met at a museum

ota was there to look for inspiration

while mc was just wardering around on her lunch break

ota caught mc’s eye immediately, he’s the angelic artist after all

but she didn’t want to bother him, nor did she have the courage to talk to him in the first place

so she just pretended like she didn’t see him

when the paparazzi and ota’s fangirls catch wind that he’s at the museum, they all swarmed the place

ota frantically tried to find a place for hide

and luckily for him, mc found a way to sneak into the security guard’s office

she ushered him in and told him to hide under the desk

while waiting for the chaos to cool down, they joked around and laughed together

ota told mc she looked like his old dog and called her koro as a joke

she rolled her eyes, before bursting out laughing

he started treating her like a dog (asking her to sit, give paw, jump etc.) and she played along

they both laughed together hysterically at the end

when the chaos cooled down, ota left his hiding spot

but, not before asking her if he can “take her on a walk sometime”

she’d bark happily

i made mc a whiling participant to ota’s shenanigans because a big reason why i didn’t like ota’s main story was because i felt so bad for mc

MITSUNARI

they met after baba had stolen a painting at an gallery, owned by a child predator

ayame was chasing him down the street

with no where to go, baba ran into a random building

(that happened to be mc’s apartment complexe)

he entered a random apartment on the second floor

(which also happened to be mc’s apartment)

and hid inside her bathtub

when mc got home and found him inside her bathtub, she freaked out (obviously)

she yelled at him and beat him with a broomstick

somehow baba managed to talk her out of calling the cops by explaining the situation to her

after she calmed down, they drank some tea together and chit chatted

mostly about their jobs

baba teased her a lot about being a maid, while she simply blushed, too shy to tease back

but she couldn’t hide the fact that she found good looking

minutes turned to hours

and the next morning, mc woke up in her own bed

turns out, baba had carried her to her bedroom after she’d fallen asleep while they were talking

and sat at the foot of her bed until the crack of dawn

just to make sure she didn’t have any nightmares after the scare he gave her

to thank her for “the unforgettable night” she gave him, he left her a note with his phone number on it

and at the bottom, it was written to call him if she ever needed help

and he’d be there

mc didn’t think she’d ever use it, after all she wasn’t stupid, she knew a womanizer when she saw one

but when she got invited to a party a few days later, she realized that she needed a date

and who better was to call than the flirty thief she’d just met?

MAMORU

they met on the bus

mc was on her way to meet a friend

while she was sitting on the bus, reading her book, mamoru came stumbling in

mc noted that he looked sleepy

when he came towards her, she made sure to move her back out of the way so he could sit down

mere seconds after the bus began moving again, mamoru fell asleep

on mc’s shoulder

mc didn’t want to wake him up and ask him to move because he seemed so exhausted

so she let him sleep on her

she didn’t mind too much, besides she was only getting off at the last stop

and she thought he was pretty cute, but she’d never admit that

but then, the last stop came

and mamoru was still sleeping on her shoulder

mc wondered if he’d missed his stop or if he was getting off on the last stop too

she gently nudged him, calling out to him to wake up

when he woke up, he realized he’d missed his stop and started freaking out

he blamed mc for not waking him up at his stop

mc retorted that she didn’t know which stop was his

and they walked off the bus bickering

they continued arguing on the street too

until mamoru realized how stupid he sounded and somewhat apologized

mc was understandably annoyed that this man had wasted her time and stomped away

but before she could get far enough away from him, he called out to her

he asked her if he could apologize to her with some dinner

he expected her to say no

but instead, she told him she’d only go if he took her to the best ramen place in town

and he agreed

LUKE

like soryu, i can’t imagine them ever meeting if it wasn’t for mc being sold at the auctions

however, there is a possibility that they’d run into each other at the hotel

mc had just gotten transferred to the tres spade dubai

and luke had a meeting there with potential patient

while luke waited for the patient in the lobby, all of the female staff members were checking him out

of course, he is very handsome after all

mc didn’t pay too much mind, she admitted he was good looking, but this was the tres spade

handsome men came through those doors every day

so she simply walked by and continued her work

and luke and his patient eventually went to his suite

a few hours later, mc was asked to bring some refreshments to room 145

turns out, it was luke’s patient’s suite

she smiled politely at luke and his patient and placed the bottles of whiskey on the table in front of them

eyes wide like he was in a trance, he reached his fingertips towards her chest

panicked, mc was about to push his hands away and apologize, thinking he was reaching for her breast

but he wasn’t

instead, he began caressing her collarbones, while praising their beauty

mc and the patient stared at each other with big eyes, confused as to what to do

“uh.. dr foster, are you okay?”

mc was beginning to get flustered at how close luke was

so she gently placed her hands on his and pushed them off of her

she apologized and told him she had to go, and to call the front desk if he needed anything else

but before she could leave, luke called out to her

he asked her if she’d come to his clinic sometimes

he wanted to get x-ray’s of her collarbones

and as weirded out as mc was, she agreed

SHUICHI

they met while shuichi was staying at the tres spade japan on a business trip

mc had just finished cleaning the third floor

so she stepped on the elevator to make her way to the twentieth floor, where she’d end her shift

shuichi was already inside

she bowed to him, greeting him politely

he simply nodded his head

after pressing her floor button, she stepped back and stood besides shuichi

they rode in silence

until the elevator suddenly came to a harsh stop

mc began freaking out

and shuichi got frustrated

he tried mc calming down in his own way

she got pissed at him

but hey, at least she wasn’t panicking anymore

shuichi clicked the help button and they waited

and waited

after a while, while they sat on the floor, mc apologized to shuichi for the inconvenience

he assured her that it wasn’t her fault

after a brief moment of silence, she asked him why he was staying at the tres spade

and they began talking about work

soon, the conversation turned political

mc was a unsure because of how stiff shuichi was

she thought he was annoyed at her

but he wasn’t

in fact, shuichi was impressed by how educated mc was on the subject

and he loved how casually she spoke about it too

once help finally arrived, he couldn’t help but feel sad that the conversation had to come to an end

he genuinely loved talking to her

she was laid back, but intelligent, a combination he found very attractive

so he asked her she’d be his date that night to his business dinner

and she said yes

HIKARU

they met at work, of course

hikaru was always super friendly towards mc

he’d always help her when he had free time

sometimes he’d buy her food at the cafeteria

or bring her coffee from the local coffee shop

soon, mc began developing a little crush on him

at least, that was until he lured her to into a secluded area at the hotel and threatened her with a knife

turns out, he was going after the wrong person

his target’s wife coincidentally had the same first and last name as mc

hence why hikaru confused them

he apologized

but now that she knew who he really was, he couldn’t just let her go

so he told the manager that they were dating and he wanted mc to move in with him

unfortunately for mc, the manager said yes

and they moved in together

at first, mc was (understandably) afraid of hikaru

but soon, she warmed up to him

in fact, she actually began liking his sassy attitude better than his good guy persona

and there was no denying he was into her too

they played house together

they cooked together, cleaned together, watched shows together, built ikea furniture together

hell, they even argued about which type of cheese to buy at the grocery store

when hikaru had nightmares, they’d cuddle and mc would listen to him talk about his demons all night

hikaru was terrified she’d leave him one day

but she never did

RHION

they met at an antique store

rhion was looking for a new unique trinket to add to his collection

while mc was simply aimlessly wandering around the shop

when their eyes suddenly met

it was love at first sight

however, they were both too shy to come up to each other

so they just creeped on each other until the store closed

when it was time to go home, rhion instantly regretted not talking to her

he was upset, there was his chance to not be alone anymore, yet he blew it

he felt like a coward

but the next day, rhion got a knock at the door

and it was mc!

turns out, he had dropped his id while paying for his things at the antique store

and mc was there to return it

he told her that he’d “found his alice”

and invited her in for some tea

they talked until the early hours of the morning

she spent the night

then the week

then the month

and that’s when rhion realized, she wasn’t leaving

and he didn’t complain one bit

[hanatiny]

More Than Friends

a/n: Whether you have someone to dote on today or not, happy Valentine’s day~ Not only is this a not-so-little something for the holiday of love, it’s also a thank you for letting me reach 300 followers <3 

pairing: best friend!Yeosang x genderneutral!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2684

warnings: high school AU, friends to lovers, Wooyoung is no.1 wingman (or at least tries to be), Yeosang is absolutely whipped, reader is unfortunately very oblivious

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January, and with it your winter break, had come and gone - you probably wouldn’t have even realized it was February if it wasn’t for the excessive amount of heart-shaped, overly cutesy decorations that were littered across the hallways of your school.

You groaned internally, making your way past your classmates and towards your locker with a sigh. February itself wasn’t what bothered you so much, what made you positively abhor the month was how lovey-dovey everyone around you acted during that time.

You’ve never really had any interest in relationships and you made sure to make that clear, which is why you were surprised to find a neatly sealed light pink envelope in your locker.

You looked around subtly, wondering if the person who put it there was still around before quickly deducing that they probably weren’t. Curious, you turned over the envelope in your hands, just in case it was meant for someone else entirely. All you found however was your name with a heart and a tiny butterfly doodled next to it, which meant that this letter was indeed meant for you.

You chuckled endearingly, although mildly disappointed that your secret admirer’s handwriting was too ambiguous for you to correlate with a person. Before you were able to lament it more, a quick glance at your phone in your hand revealed to you that you were going to be late if you didn’t get moving.

Stuffing the letter into your pocket, you quickly gathered your books for your classes and booked it to your classroom after pushing your locker shut again.

You couldn’t focus at all however because you were unable to think about anything else other than who the person who had slipped the letter into your locker before you arrived that morning might be, and - more importantly - what exactly the letter was going to say.

Too occupied with your daydreaming, you failed to notice your usually calm and composed childhood best friend fidgeting under the desk behind yours.

Lunch couldn’t come soon enough for either of you, especially not for your mutual close friend Wooyoung who had been practically glued to both yours and Yeosang’s hips the moment you both left the classroom.

You heaved a sigh as you slumped down into a chair at a free table in the cafeteria, Wooyoung seating himself opposite you with Yeosang right next to him.

“What’s gotten into you today, Y/n? You seem so unusually out of it!” Yeosang elbowed his friend, at which the younger whined exaggeratedly but didn’t comment.

You pulled the pink letter out of your pocket and flicked it at Wooyoung to let him inspect the item before handing it back to you, his head tilted in confusion as he cocked a brow at you.

“You’re this worked up about a letter of all things? Don’t you normally just throw love letters and stuff away every year without even looking at them? What’s so different about this one?”

You shrugged nonchalantly while Yeosang poked at his food, listening more intently to the conversation than he allowed himself to let on, “No idea, Woo. Maybe I should just open it and find out for myself what’s so special...?”

You muttered the last part more to yourself than either of the males sitting at the table but they both still heard you clearly, prompting Wooyoung to nod enthusiastically and offer some what he hoped to be encouraging words, “Yeah, you totally should! Worst case scenario, you can just politely reject whoever wrote that.”

“Good point, I might as well... Here goes nothing.” You murmured under your breath, carefully opening the envelope before pulling out not only a piece of paper but also a small tube of strawberry chapstick which would’ve likely dropped to the floor if you hadn’t caught it in time.

You discreetly slipped it into your school bag after inspecting it briefly before your hands quickly unfolded the letter and dropped the envelope onto the table carelessly before beginning to read.

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My dearest Y/n,

I hope you don’t mind me confessing like this. I’m simply too nervous to voice my feelings out loud...

To yourself, you may not appear as someone special. To me however, you’re like a celebrity. You’re the most important person to me, and I wish we were closer than we already are as of now.

You’re a fresh breath of air to me, you’re not like anyone else. Everytime I talk to you I learn something new, and I think that’s beautiful.

Just like everything else about you. Your eyes remind me of stars the entire galaxy with how bright they shine, and I feel like I could get lost in them if I looked for long enough.

Your smile can light up an entire room, and frequently lifts my mood so effortlessly that it leaves me wondering how you continue doing it. Your voice is like music to me, and your laugh is my favorite song. And I want to be the reason that song keeps playing.

So, if you’d be willing to give me a chance to do so... meet me at the cat café later today after class. You know the one.

I hope I’ll see you there ♡

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You were so engrossed in the words on the paper that you didn’t look up in time to notice your friends’ reactions as you read before they recomposed themselves; a faint hint of a blush still tinted Yeosang’s cheeks while Wooyoung’s form relaxed after briefly tensing up slightly.

You folded the letter again and slipped it back into its envelope before, once more, dropping it on the table. You smacked Wooyoung’s hand away when he tried to reach for the letter, causing him to whine at you again as his lips formed a pout when you finally looked up at him.

If his eyes didn’t betray his curiosity, you would’ve said he was simply sulking because you hit him, but you knew better than to be that naive.

“No Wooyoungie, you won’t get to read it. At least not now.” You narrowed your eyes at your longtime friend as he huffed in disappointment, “But why~?”

“Because I can’t trust you to keep your mouth shut. The entire school would know about this by the end of the day.” You bit back, smiling triumphantly at the stunned silence Wooyoung offered in return.

“Touché.” Yeosang murmured, pushing his tray away to rest his arms on the table instead while he eyed you, wondering if you had any suspicions about the letter’s author.

As if reading his mind, your mouth opened to speak and Yeosang couldn’t help but focus on your lips, although he kept it as discreet as he possibly could.

“I want to meet up with the person behind these words. Something feels different about them... I initially suspected it to be Hongjoong, but his handwriting is nowhere near this neat."

Wooyoung snickered at that, but allowed you to continue and voice your conclusion.

"So for now, my secret admirer is a complete mystery to me."

"To you, and to everyone else." Yeosang added under his breath. He had a tendency to be quiet, so you weren't put off by this whatsoever.

"Indeed, Sangie...~" Yeosang felt his heart skip a beat at both the nickname and the somewhat affectionate lilt in your tone.

He was promptly yanked back out of his reverie however when you collected your belongings and stood to leave after checking the time on your phone, his eyes not straying from your form in the slightest, “In any case, we should probably get back to class.”

You turned on your heel and walked out of the cafeteria with Wooyoung in tow, the latter noticing his friend staying behind for a little longer than necessary but not commenting on it as Yeosang beamed, visibly lovestruck. It was a miracle to him and Wooyoung both how you didn’t take any of the countless hints he had given over the past few months, whether they were intentional or not being up for debate.

Completely zoned out, Yeosang jumped in his seat when the bell rang, prompting him to hastily grab his backpack and make a beeline for the classroom he shared with you, with quick steps.

He saved himself from tripping over his own two feet more than just once before he finally slid into the seat behind yours, breathless. You turned to face him, quirking an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Are you alright, Yeosang?”

It was a simple question, and yet the clear concern laced in had the blonde’s heart lurching in his chest once more as he nodded with a reassuring smile. He hated how cliché his crush presented itself, as if he was just hopelessly infatuated with you.

This was absolutely the case, as the way his heart rapidly pounding in his chest proved, but that was beside the point.

You thought it was suspicious that he didn’t seem to trust his voice because it was in no way like him to be this flustered - or perhaps you should rather say insecure. You shrugged it off though and turned back around to focus on your lecture, thinking he may just be feeling a bit under the weather.

Both of you found yourselves unable to keep your minds from going off-track, however. Yeosang was still excited about the prospect of possibly having a very real chance to be with you the way he wished to, while you kept wondering about who your secret admirer may or may not be.

The end of your torturous classes didn’t come soon enough for either of you, Wooyoung mysteriously nowhere to be found when you and Yeosang finally left the school building. You were relieved to find the crisp morning air had warmed up considerably over the course of the day, somewhat surprising considering the time of the year, and exhaled deeply, pulling a soft endearing chuckle from Yeosang’s lips.

You grinned at your friend, having always quite enjoyed the melodious sound of his voice before your expression shifted to a miniscule frown when you were eventually forced to part ways with him. Because no matter how close the two of you were, you still lived in different neighborhoods.

You turned to face him with a small smile, adjusting the shoulder strap of your bag before wrapping your arms around Yeosang in a tight but warm hug before meeting his eyes again, “I’ll call you tonight and tell you how my date went, yeah? See you tomorrow, Yeosangie~”

You waited for him to nod and boldly leaned up to peck his cheek before walking off in the direction of your house, not aware of the way you had flustered the poor boy. If it had been possible he would’ve melted into a puddle right then and there on the sidewalk, his face flushed a bright red from calling your meetup a date as he walked on in the direction of the cat café he wanted to meet you at.

He could only hope that you’d stick to your word, and actually show up.

Meanwhile you squealed in excitement when you rounded the corner, making a run for it down the street to your home. You slammed the door shut behind yourself, thankful that noone else was home presently so you could get ready and calm down your nerves in peace.

When you had finally made yourself look somewhat more presentable than you did while wearing your school uniforn, satisfied with your appearance before halting your steps when your open school bag caught your eye. After a moment of hesitant consideration, you spread the strawberry chapstick you were gifted across your lips.

Fully content now as you took one last look in the mirror, you grabbed your phone and keys to stuff into your pockets as you left your house to make your way to the café a few blocks away.

When you arrived there, greeted casually due to being a regular at the establishment along with your friends, you were led into the outside area where the cats were allowed to roam freely.

You would often jokingly call it the ‘fluffy garden’ when you were younger due to the amount of felines you’d be able to interact with. Now however, you paused mid-step upon realizing what you were seeing.

Yeosang, your childhood best friend and secret crush, lying on a blanket on the grass. He had ditched the school uniform’s jacket for his own, personal favorite jacket, you mused as you took in his posture. He had one arm hooked underneath his head while the other rested on his side, his hand petting the small cat that had positioned itself on his chest and purred from his attention.

As if sensing your presence, the animal licked Yeosang’s fingers gently before scrambling to hop off of him and run to play with its furry friends instead. You regarded the scene with a fond look in your eyes before heat rushed to your cheeks when Yeosang finally turned to face you, flashing you the breathtaking shy smile you adored so much before beckoning you over and gesturing to the space on the blanket next to him.

You watched him turn to meet your eyes when you positioned yourself next to him, a smile tugging at your lips.

“So... I take it you were the one who ‘sent’ the letter, Sangie~?” The male in question nodded sheepishly, secretly finding it cute how you never stayed consistent with the nicknames you gave to people. “Yeah, it was me. Wooyoung helped though... the chapstick was his idea, among other things.”

You hummed at the nervous laugh that slipped past his lips as he waited for your reaction, “I expected as much. A mystery how he managed to not snitch, truly...” You trailed off, reaching to brush a strand of hair out of Yeosang’s handsome face. “What’s also a mystery is how neither of us seem to have picked up on the signals we tried to send each other.”

Yeosang tilted his head slightly, subconsciously leaning into your touch as he eyed you with somewhat furrowed brows, “But I thought you weren’t interested in relationships, Y/n?”

“I did say that, but I’m making an exception for you. I guess what I’m saying is... I like you back, Yeosangie. As in... like like you.”

You bit your lip in anticipation of his next move, practically seeing the cogs turning in his head before his face lit up with relief.

“I’m so glad to hear that, I was actually even worried you had changed your mind and wouldn’t come in the first place.” Yeosang took a deep breath as he took in your shy but genuine expression, “Can I... would you let me kiss you?”

You nodded, gently tugging him close by means of his jacket before he even had time to react. Your kiss was clumsy, as expected from two people your age, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was perfect, just like you were to each other.

He grinned at you when he pulled back, “Did you put on the strawberry chapstick~?” You giggled in response, “Mhm, I sure did. What’s interesting though is that you taste like vanilla... and I happen to like vanilla~”

You spent the rest of the afternoon and evening talking and playing with the cats until it was time for the café to close, and you left to make your way back home. Together this time, hands interlocked.

Yeosang kissed you again lovingly when you reached your doorstep and promised to pick you up before school the following day before walking off into the night, a bright smile on his face.

You had barely set foot into your house and heard the door click closed behind you, when your phone vibrated in your hand. You didn’t need to check to know who was calling you at this hour, amusement filling you as you heard your now-boyfriend’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Well Y/n, how was your date~?”

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Author Spotlight: Gleefuldarrencrissfan Day 2

Author: @gleefuldarrencrissfan

Share one of your strengths.

I've been told that I do a great job writing in each character's voice, especially Blaine, Kurt, Santana, Brittany, and Finn.  It's very important to me that my characters remain true to who they are.  I work very hard to make sure that each one sounds like they would in the show.  

I've also been told that I'm great at cliffhangers.  Honestly, I end on cliffhangers a lot as I try to figure out which route I plan to take for the story.  I map out stories, but sometimes, the story takes me in a different direction.  I also like to take suggestions from my readers.  Many times, I have multiple scenarios on the direction in which the story can go.  I love keeping my readers on their toes. 

Share one of your weaknesses.

Well, because I have so many scenarios running through my head, I sometimes get stuck, and so, I don't update regularly.  I used to try to publish weekly or more, but as a mom of two, a full time assistant in a high-needs classroom, an avid crafter, and a member of a band, my plate stays pretty full.  I hope that my readers will subscribe and drop a comment from time to time to remind me to keep writing. 

Which fic has been the hardest to write?

I'm going to bring up two, Dueling Duets and Love, Blaine.  Dueling Duets is a complex fic with many characters and a very intricate plot.  On top of that, Blaine has PTSD, as do I.  It became too painful to finish this, so it is the only fic of mine that is abandoned.  I would like to finish it, but I just don't see that happening any time soon.  

Love, Blaine was so difficult for me because I wrote it all before publishing, and I thrive on feedback.  I kept going back and rewriting scenes over and over because I just couldn't make up my mind about certain things.  I also get anxious with a timeline hanging over my head, and so I went past the deadline.  Unfortunately, my appendix decided to burst the week I was supposed to publish, so I was trying to write through the pain.  I did finish it, and I'm proud of it, but I probably won't put myself through that again. 

Which fic has been the easiest to write?

Private Messages, by far.  Honestly, it was so easy because Kurt was me in a sense, a fanfic author, desperate for feedback on his writing.  I also outlined this fic thoroughly, and so it just seemed to flow when I got to a certain point.  It is by far, my most popular fic, and honestly, it is my favorite of all of the ones that I've written.  Don't get me wrong.  It was very complex, bouncing back and forth from Blaine's and Kurt's perspectives, with plotlines from the show, Kurt's story, and the actual story all coming together and interweaving at times making it difficult to write, but I always knew where it was going, and so it was the easiest to finish. 

Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It's one of my passions, along with music and crafting.  I'm an artist at heart, and so I'd never be happy or fulfilled in life if I wasn't creating in one shape or form.  I honestly love the way art makes you feel, both as the artist and as the person affected by other people's art.  My favorite thing is one someone tells me how my writing or work made them feel.  

I'm also writing educational children's books, and I hope to inspire kids in the future to love to learn, and so it is a major passion of mine to be a published author and get my books out there for kids to read. 

Is there an episode or character or arc above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

Blaine Anderson.  He was by far the character that inspires me the most, probably because I see myself in him, the confident, happy performer who is really quite insecure and maybe even depressed. I wish that the show would have let us see more of his personal life.  At felt like, at times, he was just Kurt's boyfriend, but he was so much more than that.  It would have been nice to actually see his home, his parents, and his brother to get greater insight on why he is the way he is.  Thank god for fanfiction.

What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Just write.  The first draft does not have to be perfect.  That's what editing is for.  Get yourself a beta, dig in, and just get the words on the page.  No one can read your work if the pages are all in your head.  

What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Stick to what you know.  That's what research is for.  Branch out.   Explore.  Interview and talk to others.  Although, if you are researching something embarrassing, for example, Brazilian waxing, use incognito mode.  lol. 

If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Private Messages.  I just love this story, and I think it would best translate into a movie.  Besides, Blaine is an actor in this one, so it works. 

What’s your process? Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines? What are the perfect writing conditions for you?

Ha ha.   I find it funny that I have a process because it depends on the fic I'm writing at the time.  for my more complex stories, I do best when I map them out first.  I don't do a complex map, just a basic synopsis of the first 10 chapters or so, and then a rough outline afterward.  Of course, I keep it a soft outline, and I also plan a few other scenarios in case the story goes in a different direction.  Even Chris Colfer says that his characters surprise him in his stories, and so I'm in good company, I suppose.  

However, on my shorter stories like Rim Job, and idea just comes to me, and I just write what comes to me, and then I even take suggestions from my readers about further chapters.  I guess it just depends on the tone of the fic.  If it's serious, I'm much more structured, but on my less serious pieces, I just have fun and write.   

The perfect conditions are when I'm alone (be it when others are sleeping or out of the house) and I can just allow my muse to work.  I put on some background noise (Glee music or episodes) for inspiration and just sit down in front of my laptop with my notebooks.  Many times, I have scenes written in my notebooks before I type them out (I write when I'm waiting at the dr.'s office or at work during a break, ect) so all I have to do is type and polish the scene.  Unfortunately, I have several scenes in my notebooks that haven't made it into a word document yet just because of lack of time.  Hopefully, I will catch up this summer.

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Somewhere Only We Know -  Blaine has three little words on his mind when he says good bye to Kurt in the court yard at McKinley. Can he make himself declare them out loud? An alternate ending to "Born This Way"

Silly Love Songs -  It's Valentine's Day, and Blaine had plans to serenade Jeremiah. But what if Blaine discovered the doodle Kurt made in Silly Love Songs before he serenaded Jeremiah? The scene at the Lima Bean is canon and everything to the point of Kurt sketching the doodle, but the ending, of course will be how I had hoped it would've happened.

Courage -  Do you believe that one moment can change the course of your life? That one event change the way you saw everything, or do you think it's a series of moments that build from one experience to the next. A year ago, I would've said that was crazy. But I'm not the same guy that I was a year ago.

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A Dumb Idea (1.4 k, coda to 14x15 “The Last Holiday”, Sam & Dean, Dean/Cas)

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They celebrated Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, birthdays, even the Fourth of July. What about the other holidays? What about Valentine's Day?

Mrs. Butters actually had a plan for that, but she left before it could come to fruition. Sam, however, stumbles on Dean and a leftover piece from said plan. Something Dean would rather Sam not see. When he does get a peek as to what it is, well... Dean and Sam have a lot to talk about.

           Sam didn’t intend this. He called Dean’s name, first. Except his brother didn’t react. Head bowed, headphones on as he studied something before him. Music loud enough Sam faintly heard it from the kitchen’s entrance. Easily obscuring his footsteps as Sam approached, curious.

           Moving closer, Sam saw a pencil in Dean’s hand. Wrinkled paper waiting underneath it. Marred with illegible words. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “What are you writing?”

           Dean jumped, headphones slipping off his head. Zeppelin blaring, echoing across the room until his brother slammed a fist on his mp3. “Christ, Sammy,” Dean turned, glaring. Both hands covered the folded paper, pencil forgotten as it rolled away. “Don’t do that! Could’ve had a heart attack.”

           “You have a better chance at going deaf than having a heart attack, Dean.”

           “At least then Eileen could teach me sign language,” he said, bending forward. Somehow maintaining eye contact with Sam. “And we can gossip behind your back with complicated, advanced signing that you can’t do because of your big moose hooves.”

           Snorting, Sam brushed the insult aside. He won’t be distracted that easy. “What are you doing?” he asked, again, “What are you writing?”

           Dean’s lip twitched. His gaze flit between the paper and Sam. “I’m not writing anything.” The pencil, thrown from the table’s edge, landed with a guilty clatter. “Okay, I was writing something,” Dean admit, dragging the page towards him, “It’s… a grocery list.”

           “Groceries?”

           “Yeah, those things you buy?” Dean rose with a nervous giggle, the paper pressed against his chest, “Mrs. Butters wasn’t here for that long Sam, you must remember food doesn’t naturally poof out of thin air. So I set to taking stock of what we needed and… actually, I just finished.” He inched backwards, Sam trailing after him. “Might as well go and get the groceries, now that I have the… the list.”

           Sam shrugged, grinning, “That makes sense.”

           “It does, doesn’t it?”

           A beat later, Sam pounced. Dean, anticipating his attack, spun on his heel. Sam’s chest colliding with his back, blanketing it. But Dean hadn’t considered his next move, because the kitchen island blocked any attempt at escape. Trapped between Sam and it, all he could do was play defense while Sam used every dirty trick on making his brother let go. Because Sam already ran through the scenario in his head, planning for this moment. From the second he saw Dean hide that paper.

           It wasn’t what he intended; Dean left him no choice.

           He tickles, he pinches, and he pulls. Finally, Dean surrenders his hold on the paper. Sam snatches it and bolts, his brother chasing him. “Sammy!”

           “Grocery list my ass!” he yells behind him, skidding around a turn in the hall. Narrowly avoiding Dean’s fist, laughing as he slams into the wall Sam avoided. “Let’s see what you were really writing…” His eyes scan the front of the paper, reading aloud what Dean scrawled in bright red ink. “I never really believed in angels,” he says, slowing, “until I met you.”

           Dean slams into him, both sent tumbling. They lie on their backs, panting, the paper in Sam’s hand with Dean’s creeping closer. Sam feels it go taut as Dean grabs hold, yet he won’t fight further. Perhaps afraid of ruining what’s there. Of the cheesy pick-up line titling his inner thoughts, bookended by doodled wings and a giant, colored heart stamped on the bottom.

           “Really,” Sam gasps, “you got so worked up over that.” His body burns with exhaustion, having overexerted himself. Although not really. Sam should be more concerned with his stamina, except there were other matters that need his attention.

           “Shut up…” Dean’s cheeks were red, from embarrassment, exercise, or a combination of both. “Shit’s personal.”

           “And grade school,” Sam says. He lurches into a seated position, Dean popping up alongside him. Neither letting go, still. “What are you doing writing a Valentine’s Day card?”

           “Why does anyone write a Valentine’s Day card, Sam?” Dean stares at his feet, thinking. The grip on his end goes slack, hand falling to his side. “Read it.”

           Sam hesitates. “Are you sure?”

           “You’ve already seen enough,” he sighs, pinching his brow. “Come on. Do it, before I change my mind.”

           Noting the twinges of irritation threaded into his voice, Sam knows he won’t have long. He flicks it open, first three letters stealing his breath. Glancing at Dean, he sees his brother curled. Physically making himself smaller, like Dean could disappear if he tried hard enough. Sam keeps his initial thoughts silent, saving it for the end.

           Which was the right choice. If the first word were a seed, then the rest of his message was the flower. Each sentence like a petal that together created a beautiful image. Of a secret love. Simmering feelings, strengthening over time. Insecurities laid bare that Sam had expected yet never confirmed until now. A simple plea – a prayer – that leaves him raw, despite the words having come from someone else.

           Sam closes it, wiping at his eyes. “I…” he clears his throat, “Wow. You were planning on giving this to Cas?”

           “Yes…” Dean pouts, snatching the card from Sam. He lets Dean take it. “Maybe, I – I don’t know.”

           “But you wrote it,” Sam says, “Did you… did you mean it? Everything?”

           “Of course I did!” He waves the card about, snarling, “If I didn’t mean it, it wouldn’t be there.”

           Nodding, Sam slides closer. Throws an arm around Dean, tugging him into a loose hug. “How long have you been sitting on this?”

           “On the feelings or the card?”

           “The card.”

           Dean relaxes, leaning on Sam. “A few days now. You were getting ready for your date with Eileen and, well… when Mrs. Butters was still here, she was going on about the next holiday we should celebrate. With Eileen here, maybe invite her over and do a whole Valentine’s Day dinner…” He chuckles, rubbing at his jaw. “And I was eating some of her snickerdoodles, and she looked at me. Clucked her tongue and said how it’d be perfect to set me up with a girl as good as Eileen. I… don’t know if it was because I was in such a good mood, or it was easier, explaining to a stranger, but it all came – it came rushing out. I couldn’t stop myself. Then… when I was finished… y’know what she did? She magicked up that paper and the – the pencil back in the kitchen. And said I should put everything I said down there. Invite Cas over and then give it to him.”

           Sam braves a smile for both of them. “Sounded like it would have been fun.”

           “No,” Dean says, “it wouldn’t. Because then Cas would read my card and… and he’d know how I really feel.”

           “That’s a problem?”

           “It’s a problem if he doesn’t feel the same!” He throws Sam off of him, scrambling to his feet. Sam stands, too. “I have all these big, awful, disgusting… intense, amazing, fantastic feelings for him, but what if that’s where it ends. That for him I…” Dean shudders, body shaking. “I’m just a friend. And this whole time I’ve been imagining more than what was there. Hoping that maybe, the reason we always found our way back to each other, was because we were meant to.”

           “Dean,” Sam starts, cautiously approaching him. Gentle, like he was a wild deer. Skittish, alert for any surprises. “You won’t know if you don’t try… I’m sure that, when Cas sees that, he’ll be happy. More than happy!”

           “You don’t know,” Dean says, lifting the card. Scowling, he holds it on either side. “This was a dumb idea anyway… I shouldn’t have ever listened to her.”

           “Dean, don’t –“

           He rips it. Rips it again. A third time, and many more after that until confetti rains from his fingers. Sam watches this happen with a pit in his stomach, all of Dean’s hard work disappearing in an instant. Resolve crumbling as fast.

           Dean sniffs, swiping his nose. “Let’s… forget this ever happened, okay Sammy?” he says, stalking down the hall, “Got more important things we should be focusing on anyway…”

           He disappears, footfalls echoing until those, too, end. Sam stays, staring at the pile of shreds.

           Sam bends, sweeping them into his hands. Makes sure they’re all there. Then he heads towards his room.

           Cas is due back soon, anyway. If Sam acts quickly, at least some of what Dean wrote can reach him. Enough for them to have the conversation that’s been looming overhead for years now. The clock is ticking, and Sam will be damned if it runs out on those two.

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be mine. (f)

☙ pairing: ojiro x reader

☙ theme:  valentines day confession

☙  cw/tw: profanity, fluff, confessions, gifts, first-kiss, bros helping bros

☙  a/n-request:  Hello! I love your blog and I was wondering if I could request scenario for Ojiro. Having it be Valentine's day and he decides to make some chocolates for his crush to ask her out on a date but he ends up getting nervous and seeks the help of the guys to do it

Black eyes watched you as you walked from desk to desk, handing out small bags full of heart shaped cookies you made. A bright and friendly smile remained on your face and a pink dusted your cheeks as you’d scratch the back of your neck as your classmates thanked you. You were so shy sometimes when people acknowledged you and it was too adorable to a certain someone.

“So,” a suave and familiar voice spoke out from behind Ojiro as he felt hands around the fluffy end of his tail, “Did you give (Y/N) those chocolates yet?”

Ojiro froze and his cheeks turned pink as he turned around and swatted at Kaminari with his tail. “Shut up dude!”

The electric boy chuckled and rubbed his shoulder. 

“I take that as a ‘no’. What are you waiting for? You stayed up all night making those things!”

Ojiro shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his head as he looked back around at you. He smiled when you looked at him and waved, going back to talking to Izuku. For the longest time Ojiro had the biggest crush on you. Ever since first year, the two of you were close friends and worked in teams a lot. You’d even hangout outside of class, watching movies, going to the arcade or taking walks together. He enjoyed your company more than anything and he could relax and be himself around you, at least when he wasn’t thinking about how adorable you were. Sometimes you’d do something cute like sneeze or blush when he complimented your skills and smarts. He seemed to make you laugh and smile a lot and it was always the highlight of his day.

The two of you even walked to and from class together and ate lunch together everyday. Ojiro had an inkling that you had the same thoughts and feelings towards him but he knew you were too shy to act upon them. So it was up to him to make a move and he didn’t mind, in fact he was one of those types that believed the guy should make the first move no matter what. 

So, as Valentine’s Day neared closer Ojiro came up with a plan to make you your favorite chocolates and add a little something extra. Some of his fingertips were singed off from him accidentally burning himself on the stove-top during the process but when he had the finished product laid out, it was all worth it, you were worth it. If only he could find the courage to give them to you. He didn’t want to just hand them over and walk away and he really didn’t want to do it in front of everyone else. He wanted it to be special.

“Hello? Earth to Tailman!”

Ojiro widened his eyes and looked back at Denki with a sheepish smile, “Sorry, what did –“

“Mashi”

The blonde was cut off as you cheered out your nickname for him and appeared at his desk suddenly, placing your palms on the surface of it and leaning in close to him. He blushed profusely and his tail started to wag on the floor between Kaminari’s feet.

“What the?” 

Denki quietly questioned as he looked down and back up to see Ojiro’s condition, making him cover his mouth and hide a laugh.

“You were late this morning, are you okay?”

“Uh – yeah I just kind of went to bed really late last night and overslept,” the blonde replied with a sheepish smile.

You pouted your lips and ran your fingers through Ojiro’s short hair and cupped his chin. It wasn’t an unusual exchange between the two of you, in fact you were pretty handsy with Ojiro. You always touched his face and played with his hair, especially when you were worried or concerned about him. His favorite thing was when you’d pass out on the common room couch with him and snuggle with his tail. Ojiro blushed but his body was lax and his tail slowly swayed back and forth.

“I bet you were studying again huh? You work yourself too hard, take a break every now and then. In the meantime, here –“ you paused and removed your other hand from behind your back, placing a small box on his desk, “Enjoy your valentine’s day gift from me! Don’t finish them all off before lunch though. Maybe tonight we can watch a movie and share all our goodies we get together yeah?”

Ojiro was shocked as he looked at the small red and pink box, wrapped with ribbon and a bow. Looking around the class he saw that all the other cookies you had given out were just in decorated plastic gift bags, not boxes as extravagant as his. He smiled and nodded in agreement, his hand reached into his bag to grab the gift he made for you but before he could fully take it out, Mina had called over to you making you turn and wave. Ojiro slowly dropped the box back into his bag and half smiled as you turned back to him.

“I’m gonna go see what she wants, see you at lunch?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” he softly replied as you smiled at him and tossed a small bag of cookies to Kaminari behind him before taking off in the opposite direction.

Denki opened his bag of cookies and immediately started to eat them, making inhuman sounds and drooling over how good they were. He leaned over Ojiro’s shoulder and looked at the box at his desk. Denki knit his brows together and looked at the small bag of cookies he got.

“Hey that’s no fair! What did you get,” he whined and reached for the box but Ojiro held him back with his tail laughing.

The school bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch. You looked over at Ojiro and he acknowledged you, waving and mouthing that he’d be there shortly. Smiling, you and the other girls left the room and headed for the cafeteria. In no time almost all the boys of the class were at Ojiro’s desk, questioning what was in the decorative box and why they only got a small bag of cookies.

“Mashi gets special treatment because (Y/N)’s his girlfriend!” Kaminari teased and Ojiro smacked him with his tail.

“Well open it! I bet it’s sexy lingerie,” a familiar creepy and pervy voice demanded from behind the crowd of men.

Everyone turned to look at the small purple perv. Ojiro narrowed his eyes and sent Mineta flying out of the door with a swift swing of his muscular tail. Sero politely taped the door shut and everyone shook their head as Mineta clawed and whined outside of the door like an animal.

“Seriously though man, open it!” Kirishima interjected.

“Excuse me, but this gift (Y/N) gave Ojiro specifically, which must mean that it is private. He is in no way obligated to show us anything if he doesn’t want to!” Iida stated as his arms signaled up and down.

The blonde held up his hand and tried to calm his class president down. He was blushing from all the attention his gift was garnering from his friends. He was just as anxious to see what you had given him so he nodded and told everyone to calm down and he’d open it. All the boys looked at each other and chilled, Bakugou rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue as he got up from his desk and marched out, dragging a whining Kirishima along with him.

Ojiro untied the bow and let the delicate ribbon slide from the box. His fingers grabbed the sides and lifted it as the bottom started to slide out. Once Ojiro removed the lid, him and all his friends leaned in closer and looked at the treats inside. Along with a generous amount of the cookies you gave out to everyone else, you also gave him his favorite flavored Ranmue candy, matcha green tea Pocky and fruit flavored candies. The blonde smiled as he realized you had gone out of your way to gather all his favorite sweets. Ojiro wasn’t a big fan of chocolates himself, he’d eat them but they weren’t his preference and you remembered that.

“Whoa, she went all out huh? Look there’s even an envelope under all the candy!” Sero pointed out.

Ojiro dug through the sweets and grabbed the white envelope. He opened it to reveal a hand-drawn doodle of you and him, ‘Happy Valentine’s Day Mashi,’ was written underneath the sketch and he smiled. This entire box was so thoughtful and it was the best gift he had ever received. He wanted to find you immediately and thank you!

“So Mashi, you gonna give her those chocolates you worked so hard on?” Denki asked with a mouth full of cookies, crumbs falling from the corner of his mouth.

“Oh yeah, geez after seeing this … I’m not sure if my gift can top it,” Ojiro sulked as he started to feel bad for not going all out like you had.

“I’m sure (Y/N) wouldn’t care. You made her gift yourself and put a lot of heart into it, she seems like the type that would really appreciate that type of thing,” Izuku stated with a smile.

Ojiro pulled out the box that held the candy he made for you and toyed with it back and forth in his palms. As he thought more about it, Izuku was right. You were a really appreciative person and never asked for much. Small gestures and offerings made you happy, whether it was Ojiro getting you your favorite tea from the vending machine or him winning you a plushie at one of the school’s culture festivals that you still cherished.

“I just don’t know when the right time to give them to her would be. You see it’s kind of personal and private … I plan on finally confessing to her,” Ojiro finally replied as he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

All his friends started to get rowdy and congratulate him, giving him pats on the shoulder and ruffling his hair. It had only been almost two years. Your second year at UA was almost over, only leaving him a year and a few months left to make up for his wasted time. Everyone knew you and Ojiro were meant for each other and it only aggravated them more how neither of you ever made a confession or move.

“Hey, you’re spending time together tonight right? She suggested you watch a movie. That’ll be the perfect time!” Denki suggested.

“But … I don’t want to go all day without giving her something! She already gave me her gift - won’t she get upset?”

“Uh – is there something special in the caf that she likes? Maybe rush in and get her that and her favorite drink, make up some bullshit excuse that you got caught up in studying and forgot about an actual gift. She’ll understand and be totally surprised when you give her the chocolates!” Sero suggested.

Ojiro’s eyes brightened and he nodded, that would definitely work! The dining hall had this cheesecake you loved so much but you always ended up not getting it because you’d spend all your lunch money on actual food before dessert. Jumping from his desk Ojiro thanked his friends and ran towards the cafeteria. On his way he stopped by every vending machine until he found one with your favorite tea. Once he made his way into the cafeteria he spotted you and saw that you didn’t have any cheesecake.  

“Perfect!”

A few minutes later Ojiro was walking up behind you, holding his food tray in his hands. His tail swayed from behind his back and in front of you, another tray resting on it with your drink and cheesecake. You looked at it then over your shoulder at your blushing friend.

“Happy Valentine’s Day (Y/N). I’m sorry I didn’t get you something better, I got caught up in studying.”

You smiled and shook your head while removing the tray from his tail and sat it on the table. “Aww Mashi don’t sweat it, I love this! I was actually really craving cheesecake today but as always, I ran out of money!”

Ojiro couldn’t believe his luck and how the suggestion really worked out for him and let out a relieved breath as he sat next to you. You looked at him and leaned over, placing a quick peck to his cheek and giggling as he blushed.

“Thank you so much! Did you look in your box?” You asked as you opened the tea he got you and took a sip.

“I did! That’s the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever gotten me, thank you, you’ll help me eat it all tonight right?”

You smiled and nodded giving him a thumbs up. Ojiro nodded back, bringing the tip of his tail up and tickled your face with the fluffy fur, making you giggle more. Ojiro smirked and started to eat his food, hoping that the rest of the day would fly by.

After class Ojiro walked with you back to the dorms and to your room. He left you to go back to his room and changed into more comfortable clothes, grabbing his box of goodies and your gift as he jogged out the door. When he knocked on your door it took no time for you to answer with a smile on your face. Ojiro entered, making sure to keep your gift wrapped tightly in his tail and out of your sight for the moment.

You grabbed your backpack and turned it upside down, letting a fountain of treats fall out of it and onto your low-rise coffee table. You and Ojiro both laughed as he walked over and added his gift from you to the pile. You smiled and grabbed two drinks from your mini fridge and sat on the floor next to Ojiro, both of you leaning back against your bed.

“So what do we watch Mashi,” you questioned, placing the drinks on the table and grabbing your console controller.

“Uh – what’s that one you’re always going on about that we always try to watch but never do?”

“P.S. I Love You,” you questioned as you looked through Netflix on your tv.

“Yeah, it sounds like you really like that movie and I’ve never seen it so why not?”

Smiling you went straight to the movie the two of you talked about and you looked at Ojiro, “I can’t promise I won’t cry. This movie really gets to me every time.”

Ojiro smiled and realized that this was his chance. Removing his tail from behind his body, he swung it around and caressed your face with the fluffy end that wrapped around your present. 

“Well you’ve got my tail to wipe your face with!”

You giggled and grabbed his tail, your fingers brushing against the box wrapped in it. You quirked a brow and looked as he turned his appendage over more for you to see the box clearly, gently releasing it into your lap. You pouted your lips and wrapped your fingers around the object before looking at him with a quizzical smile.

“What’s this?”

“It’s your real Valentine’s Day present. I may have lied a lot today. You see last night I stayed up all night making this and I wanted to wait for the right time to give it to you but I didn’t want you to go all day without at least something after the wonderful gift you gave me.”

Your smile grew bigger and Ojiro could feel his heart beating faster than normal. Without warning, you crawled over his tail and into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tight and burying your face into him. At first Ojiro stiffened and his face turned beet red, you’ve hugged him plenty of times before but something about this hug was different - you were legit sitting on his lap! But also, you held him in a different way. Slowly he lowered his arms and wrapped them around you, burying his own face into the crook of your neck. He quickly became addicted to the feeling of having you wrapped in his arms, even his tail wrapped around your body adding an extra hug. You smelled like sweet fruit and were extremely warm.

“Thank you so much Oji, this is really sweet of you. Next time though, pace yourself! I could’ve waited!”

Ojiro chuckled as you loosened your hug and sat back to look at him, reaching over to grab your gift that was forgotten on the floor. He let his arms lower, hands resting on the tops of your thighs and smiled, “I’ll remember that next time.”

You let out an ‘good,’ while unwrapping the ribbon from around the rectangular box. Gently sliding the top off, you awed and bit on your lip as your eyes rested on the handmade treats that Ojiro made. In separate small chocolate squares a message was laid out, the letters dusted and colored in red.  

‘Be mine.’

Your cheeks were hurting from how big you smiled. Your (e/c) eyes looked up to Ojiro who was softly smiling back. 

“Mashi~!”

“I’m not asking you to be mine only for today, I’m asking you to be mine for as long as you’ll have me. Ever since first year you’ve been my best friend and somewhere along the way you’ve become more. I love waking up each morning, knowing you’ll be the first person I see, it’s the thing I look forward to each night when I go to bed. I love how strong and endearing you are, how kind and friendly you are to others. I think it’s cute how you blush when people compliment or praise you, you’re so modest and humble. You never ask for anything but deserve the whole world and … I want to give that to you. I want you – to be mine.”

You bit your lip again, trying to keep your smile from growing any bigger. Your heart was so full and overwhelmed by Ojiro’s sweet confession. There was no way you could top his words and you knew that you didn’t really need to, you just needed to give him an answer. So you cupped the blonde’s cheek and slowly leaned forward pulling him closer to you, smiling upon feeling heat build under the skin of his face. Before he could question what was happening, you closed the remaining distance, placing a kiss to his lips.

Ojiro's black eyes widened as he felt your warm and soft lips on his. Your mouth melded with his perfectly as he relaxed, fluttering his eyes shut and kissing back. His own hand held your face, arm wrapping around and pulling you closer. You smiled and giggled on his lips as you could feel the wind from his tail swaying back and forth, the furry end brushing against you in the process.

Ojiro finally broke your first kiss together and blushed, “I-I’m sorry, I’m just happy, that meant ‘yes’ right?”

You smiled and nodded, kissing him again quickly and chuckling as his tail wrapped around and hugged your waist. “Yes Ojiro, I’ll be yours!”

[writeforcarat]

Her First Valentine

DK (Seokmin) Valentine’s Day Scenario

First Post!!!

This is also the first fic I will be sharing. Ever. Since I’m new to the fic/AU-writing scene, I know I have a lot to improve on, so if you read this, please let me know how you found it. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

I’m also on Twitter: @writeforcarat - feel free to send prompts or requests via DM, and I’ll try my best to accommodate them. :)

"Just sunflowers?" the elderly florist tips her eyeglasses, as Seokmin places a bunch of the bright golden blossoms on the countertop.

"Yep," he bites his lips, fishing his wallet from his back pocket.

"We still have roses, carnations, and some tulips over there. You can still change your mind,"

"Nah, just sunflowers," he slips a bill towards her, then adds, "She's my sunshine."

It's with this remark that the florist couldn't hide her smile. "Because you're too sweet, I'm adding extra white baby's breath in the bouquet free of charge, just to make it look nicer," she hands over the change and proceeds to arrange the bouquet on a table strewn with discarded stems and wilted leaves.

"That’s so kind of you. Thank you," Seokmin follows her, and watches intently as she skillfully trims the stalks.

"Sunflowers never fail to bring a smile to the receiver, you know?" the florist says, as she bundles up the flowers and fixes them at the base with ties. "Roses are romantic, sure, but sunflowers... I personally find them more universal. They could brighten up anyone's day."

Seokmin nods in agreement.

In all honesty, it took him a while to decide on the kind of flowers he would give his girl. As it's the first time she's celebrating Valentine's Day (God knows how many times she giddily brought it up over the past few days), he wants to make sure that everything would go perfectly for her.

"Mixed with baby's breath, what does the bouquet symbolize overall?" He asks the florist, seeing her add the delicate sprays of white to the bouquet.

"Well, sunflowers are 'happy' flowers that could also mean adoration, while baby's breath, like its name, symbolizes innocence, although some would associate it with lasting love, since it is usually seen in wedding flower arrangements."

"Adoration and innocence," Seokmin smiles to himself. "Perfect."

The bouquet is completed in no time, and he is off to pick a cake at a nearby bakeshop.

He knows too well that she loves sweets, but she especially loves cake. On her birthday last year, she made a wish over a white-frosted vanilla cake topped with mixed berries. This time, he chooses a dainty strawberry shortcake.

Pulling over in front of the small building where she gave him a quick see-you-later kiss this morning, he gets off his car, leans his back against it, and waits.

He was excited. He knew she’ll love his humble surprise, and he cannot wait to see her reaction. 

The littlest things make her the happiest person in the world, and he swore to himself that he would do whatever it takes just to put the priceless glint in her eyes and the bright beam on her face every chance he could get.

Moments later, he sees her running towards him, pigtails bouncing over her shoulders.

“Appa!” she exclaims.

“Gong Joo-ya,” Seokmin catches her in his arms, as she wraps him in a tight embrace. “How was your day?”

The five-year-old quickly broke free from her father’s arms, excited to answer his question.

“We made Valentine’s Day cards today, and I made one for you and one for eomma.” with her little hand, she reaches a folded piece of glitter-dusted card emblazoned with heart doodles to Seokmin.

“Wow, this is so pretty! Thank you!”

A wave of pride washes over the child at the sight of her father admiring her masterpiece.

“I, too, have something for you,” he reaches for the bouquet of sunflowers inside the car and hands it to his daughter. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Princess.”

“Sunflowers!” The little girl squeals in delight, hugging the bundle of flowers. “Thank you, appa! I love you!”

“I love you too,” he plants a quick peck on her forehead and tucks some loose hair behind her ear.

As simple as it is, this is exactly how he pictured treating his daughter to her first Valentine’s Day celebration to be. He just wants to make a mark on her young life; make sure that as early as now, she realizes that she is someone who is loved, deserves to be loved and feel loved.

“I also got you some cake. Perhaps, we can share it after dinner with eomma?”

“Okay, but can I get an extra slice?”

“For sure,” Seokmin opens the door of the car, and helps his daughter to her seat, fastening her seatbelt. “Now, let’s go get something for eomma. Got any ideas?”

“How about a nice dress?” She suggests. 

“That sounds brilliant! Will you help me pick one for her.”

“Yes!” Her eyes widened in eagerness. “And, oh, flowers, too!” 

“Right, those, too!” Feigning his foolishness, he shakes his head and Gong Joo giggles. “Anything else?”

“Chocolates?”

“Of course, chocolates!” Seokmin playfully throws a palm to his face, and the girl laughs even more. “Alright, we’ve got some shopping to do.”

“Let’s go!”

PS.

I am aware that Valentine’s Day works differently in South Korea. Just like in Japan, it’s usually the women who give gifts to men on 14 February, while men are expected to reciprocate the gesture on 14 March, White Day. But since this is a fic set in an alternate universe, let’s all just enjoy this fake reality as written, shall we?^^

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

The Most Oblivious Boy in the World

I ship Kimdine super hard okay

AO3

“I have a crush on this girl and I’m gonna ask her to be my Valentine.”

Ondine read the note aloud and looked up to see Kim blushing, staring at the floor. He really liked someone?

“Who is it?” she asked, climbing out of the pool to sit beside him.

“Sorry, I can’t tell you yet. It’s a surprise. But you’ll find out soon, I promise!” He put the notepad and pencil in her hands. “Okay, your turn now.”

Ondine, however, was already too curious to think up a secret of her own to share. Valentine’s Day was just a few days away, and Kim had indeed been far more hyperactive than usual the past few days in anticipation. Whoever this girl was that he liked, he sure seemed to have strong feelings about her.

“So…” Ondine doodled on the paper absent-mindedly, more focused on Kim than what she was actually drawing. “This girl you like, have you got a plan to ask her out? Or is that secret too?”

“Max has been making a plan for me,” Kim said. “I’m no good at that stuff, I’d probably ruin it. But I want it to be super romantic, ‘cause she deserves the best!”

There was a sparkle in his eye that wasn’t usually there, his determined face more radiant than before. She did not doubt that whatever plan he went with, it would be wonderful, and the lucky girl would easily fall for his silly but honest charms…

“Uh, are you gonna write something, or…?”

Oh yes, the secrets game! Ondine shook herself out of her reverie and looked down at the paper in her hands. It was covered in… hearts? Had she really been doodling that without realizing?!

Kim was leaning over, trying to get a look too. She shuffled away from him, her cheeks heating up – hearts?? Why hearts??? Well, perhaps because Kim had been talking about crushes and Valentine’s Day, so it had seeped into her brain…

A thought struck her. This girl who Kim was going to ask out, this secret mystery girl… was it her?

“If you can’t think of anything then I’ll just go again,” Kim suggested. “I’ve got loads of ideas.”

Ondine wordlessly handed over the notepad and pencil, her mind whirring. Did Kim like her? Surely it couldn’t be her, could it?

She almost had a heart attack when she realized she had just given him the piece of paper that she had drawn hearts all over, but Kim seemed not to have noticed them at all. That was probably a good thing. Otherwise he’d start teasing her about liking him or something, and of course she didn’t, not like that, they were just friends, they always had been…

The way he was frowning in concentration as he wrote something on the heart-filled piece of paper was not helping. Ondine looked away, her mind still working overtime. If Kim really did ask her to be his Valentine, what should she do? What should she say?

The scenario was so easy to picture in her head. They weren’t at the same school, so it would perhaps be in the evening. Kim would suggest they hang out at the pool. They would play their game of secrets, as usual. He would write a note and put it in the bracelet before throwing it in the water. Ondine would dive in and fetch it. And then she would read it, to see: Will you be my Valentine? in that familiar messy handwriting of his. She would look up to see him sitting there with an uncharacteristically nervous smile on his face, waiting for her response. And then…

“Here’s a good one!” Kim stood up and tossed the bracelet in the pool.

Ondine watched it sink down to the pool floor, still half in a daydream. She shouldn’t delude herself, should she? It was unlikely that Kim would ever ask her out – he never showed any interest in her whatsoever, just treating her like everyone else. This girl he liked was probably just someone in his class. Not her.

Why was that thought making her heart sink, just like the bracelet?

Trying to ignore that, she stood up and dived into the pool to go get the bracelet. Now was not the time to be having mixed feelings over her friend, if that was what was going on. She could at least save it for later, once Kim had already left!

Opening up the note, she read it aloud. “I once broke my finger by high-fiving a statue really hard…”

That was just so typically Kim! Ondine couldn’t help giggling, thinking about how much of a stupid dork her friend was. Most of the “secrets” he shared in this game were things like that. Silly, reckless things that he had done, things that ruined the egotistical image of himself that he always tried to portray, and yet he didn’t mind sharing them with her. He knew she would never judge. And in fact, knowing that Kim wasn’t the perfect unattainable hunk that he tried to present himself as probably just made him even more likeable…

Kim sat down by the pool edge and poked her on the nose with the tip of his pinkie finger. “It was this finger right here.”

Why did he have to do that? Her nose was tingling, her cheeks were burning, her laughter getting ever more nervous – he was going to notice, wasn’t he?!

But no, he was looking at his watch now. “I’d better be going, I said I’d meet Max for a Valentine pep talk and he’s never late for anything. See you later, Ondine!”

With that, he jumped up and dashed off. Ondine watched him leave, the note still in her hand. Just hearing the word “Valentine” had given her a sudden adrenaline rush, one that could not be explained.

Or perhaps it could be explained…

She looked down at the note, water dripping off her face and onto the paper. Had Kim really not noticed all those hearts she’d drawn on there? Or did he just not say anything about it? No… Kim was never subtle, he obviously had just looked right past them.

Her heart was sinking again, her face too hot, her pulse too fast, and this time she could not deny it. She did want Kim to ask her out on Valentine’s Day. Just thinking about it put an involuntary smile on her face, a huge one that she couldn’t hide without burying her head in her arms.

And she wanted to say yes.

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“I don’t really feel like playing the secrets game today, sorry.” Kim dumped his bag on the floor and then sat down in the pool chair beside Ondine, folding his arms.

“Are you okay?” she asked. She had never really seen Kim in a bad mood before – usually he was always happy around her, like some kind of optimistic goofball who saw the world as a glass half-full. Perhaps the girl he liked had rejected his Valentine’s gift today. Whatever the reason, it hurt to see him so down.

“Did you hear about Dark Cupid today?” he asked.

“The akuma? Yeah, I did.”

“He didn’t… he didn’t attack you, did he?” Kim’s sour expression was much softer all of a sudden, his voice full of concern. Ondine shook her head.

“No, I didn’t even see him. Just heard about it on the news.”

“Oh, good…” He smiled briefly, but then turned to glare at the ground, unhappy once more. “The truth is, that was me. I was Dark Cupid.”

“You were akumatized?!” Ondine could not hide the shock in her voice. Kim always seemed like such a cheerful person, and if it could happen to a guy like him, well…

“Yeah, I was. I don’t really remember much, to be honest.” He rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly ashamed. “All I remember was Chloé laughing at me, and making fun of me, and the next thing I knew, I woke up near Ladybug and Chat Noir not knowing what was going on…”

Chloé? That could only be Chloé Bourgeois, the mayor’s daughter. She was in Kim’s class and he tended to talk about her a lot. Usually just to make apologies and excuses for whatever bad behaviour she had been getting up to. It was nice that Kim saw the good in someone like her, and Ondine had never really questioned it before, but right now, knowing that it was Chloé’s fault that poor Kim had been akumatized–

“I shouldn’t have asked her out,” Kim was saying now. “I just thought… I thought… okay, I didn’t think! I just went for it, ‘cause I like her, and I didn’t realize it was gonna go so wrong!”

The pain in his voice was too much to bear. Ondine had spent the past few days near-constantly thinking about Kim, about how much of a sweetie he was, how fun it was to spend time with him, and now someone had gone and broken his heart! She didn’t personally know Chloé, and she didn’t want to dislike someone without even meeting them. But how could anyone do something like this?!

“Maybe she was just having a bad day,” Kim mused. “Yeah, that was probably it. I caught her at a bad time. I guess I’ll try again some other time, when I know for sure she’s in a good mood.”

“What? But she got you akumatized!”

“I know, I know… But she’s alright on the inside sometimes! She’s usually nice to me.”

Nice was relative. From everything Kim had told Ondine, it sounded more like Chloé tolerated him. And the fact that she didn’t bully him, the way she did with everyone else, was enough to convince Kim that they were friends.

“Are you sure?” Ondine asked. “You don’t deserve someone who’ll just… just break your heart when they’re in a bad mood! You deserve someone who really cares about you! Someone better than Chloé!”

Kim didn’t reply for a few seconds, seemingly taken aback. Ondine herself was surprised at how much emotion there had been in her voice. It was true, though. Kim didn’t need a girlfriend who was going to get him akumatized at the drop of a pin. He would be better off with… with someone like…

She quickly cleared that last thought from her brain. There was no way she was taking advantage of his broken heart to make a move, not right now. What Kim needed at this moment was a friend, and one who wasn’t acting as swooning and lovesick as she felt on the inside.

“Thanks,” Kim said finally, lifting his eyes to meet hers. “I know you’re trying to help. And it means a lot. But…” He sighed. “I know it’s stupid, but I still like Chloé. I can’t help it.”

“Really? Isn’t there… um… anyone else you like?”

The blood was rushing into her face, and she silently cursed herself for even saying that at all. If Kim realized that she liked him right now, oh, this was the worst possible time for it, wasn’t it…

But Kim did not notice. He shrugged, saying, “There’s plenty of other cute people I know, I guess, but none of them are like Chloé…”

Ondine refused to even look at him, at least until she had stopped blushing. Kim needed to move on! She would set him up with someone, if only she knew more people from his school, or… or she’d ask him out herself…

“Anyway!” Kim sat upright, a giant smile suddenly on his face. “That’s enough about me. How was your day? Have you got a cute Valentine?”

Oh, if only! “No, my day wasn’t very interesting.”

“Was there anyone you wanted to ask? ‘Cause I could totally help you out. It would, uh, get my mind off stuff.”

She looked down, wondering if it would be okay to be obvious now that Kim seemed in a better mood. “I would, but he’s a bit heartbroken right now, so I’ll give him some space…”

Kim laughed. “You don’t have to be extra nice to me just because I got akumatized today! But thanks for the offer. You’re the best.”

Extra nice? Apparently she had not been obvious enough. All the same, hearing Kim laugh lifted her spirits. Thank goodness he was getting back to normal now. Nothing could ever keep him down for long, could it?

Kim suddenly leaned towards her, a cheeky grin on his face. It was so sudden and unexpected that Ondine just stared at him in shock – until he reached out and took the notepad and pencil off her.

“I think I’ve changed my mind. I do wanna play after all.” He scribbled something down on the paper, then tore it off and stuffed it inside the bracelet, throwing it into the pool. “I don’t think I should tell anyone this, but whatever. You’re different, I can tell you anything.”

He was still grinning at her. Ondine got up and dived into the pool, hoping the cool water might stop her cheeks from flaming up like they were on fire. She swam back to the edge with the bracelet and opened it up. What on earth was this going to say?

“I don’t remember much from being akumatized but I’m pretty sure I saw Ladybug kissing Chat Noir… What?!”

Kim nodded, looking around to make sure no one else could overhear before crawling over to the pool edge and whispering, “Yeah, that’s like the one thing I remember! Ladybug kissed Chat Noir to get rid of the evil powers I hypnotized him with, or something. And it worked.”

“Are you telling me Ladybug and Chat Noir are a couple?”

“I don’t know. But yeah, apparently kissing breaks the Dark Cupid powers.”

He was still perched on the edge of the pool, his face close enough to kiss right now…

“What if someone had kissed you?” Ondine asked, before regretting it so much that she had to stop herself from just dunking her head underwater and never surfacing.

“Hmm…” Kim winked at her. “I don’t know, but I sure do wish someone had tried.”

Oh boy, her arms were weak, like jelly, her brain so fogged up that the only thing she could think of doing right now was pushing herself up off the poolside and giving Kim the kiss he wanted.

But he didn’t want it from her, did he? He wanted it from Chloé.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” she asked.

He looked around again before answering. “No. Not yet, anyway.”

“Well… neither have I… but I’d like to…”

For a few seconds she wondered if Kim was finally going to realize what she meant, especially since she could feel her cheeks heating up with a blush again. But of course he didn’t.

“You’ll get there some day, don’t worry. And so will I.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her up out of the water. “Anyway, it’s your turn now!”

As much as she wished she could just keep holding his hand, she let go and took the notepad and pencil. What to write this time? Definitely not I love you, not today, on the day when Kim had got his heart broken painfully enough to be akumatized.

But she did not know how much longer she could go without telling him. Maybe he’d notice before she even said anything. Maybe he wouldn’t. She made up her mind anyway: she was going to tell him one day, for certain. He deserved to know.

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“I like guys who try to act like they’re really cool, but are secretly really sweet on the inside,” Kim read. “Hah, doesn’t everyone? Tell me a real secret, Ondine!”

She had to stop herself rolling her eyes. How did Kim not realize she was talking about him?! It had been weeks, and she had been dropping hint after hint, and he still didn’t know!

“That is a real secret!” she said, walking over to the poolside and sitting there, dangling her feet in the water. “I have a type, and I don’t usually tell anyone.”

“So your type is dorks who pretend they’re not dorks. That applies to like, everyone I know. That even applies to me!”

Yes, exactly. Now to just wait for him to connect the dots…

“Huh, that actually kinda makes sense,” Kim said. “You’re one of the nicest people I know. No wonder you’re nice enough to think everyone’s hot. That’s really sweet, actually.”

“I don’t think everyone’s hot!”

“Well then, what else do you think is attractive? Other than the thing you already said.”

Ondine took a look at Kim, wondering how obviously she would have to describe him before he would catch on. “Well, it helps if they’re good-looking…”

“Yeah, duh.”

“And…” She forced herself to look at his face, and not any lower. “…athletic…”

“Considering how ripped you are, that’s not surprising. Muscles are rad.”

He thought so? That certainly put her mind at ease – from what she had heard, shoulders like hers tended to put off a lot of people. At least Kim was not one of them.

She took a deep breath and continued. “And they have to be funny. And uh… tall. And nice.”

Kim was still nodding along, totally unaware. How much more obvious did she have to get?! And doesn’t realize when someone’s hitting on him, and has silly but cute pointy hair, and challenges panthers to races because he doesn’t think humans can outrun him!!!

“I know someone who fits all of that,” Kim said at last, a smirk on his face. “C’mere, I’ll tell you.”

She leaned in close to listen to whatever he was about to whisper to her, only for him to suddenly pull her into the water with him, laughing.

“Kim!” She splashed him furiously, trying hard not to laugh too, though she couldn’t quite keep a grin off her face. “I thought you were serious!”

He edged closer and put an arm around her, lowering his voice. “I am, don’t worry.”

Ondine almost completely froze up – she had never been quite this close to him before. Could he sense how fast her heart was beating? How flushed every freckled inch of her was? Surely he must be able to feel the immense heat radiating off her, what with all the skin contact they had right now…

However, Kim did not notice any of that.

“Adrien Agreste’s in my class,” he whispered. “You know, the model? He’s tall, he does sports, he’s hot, he acts cool but he did make a bad pun the other day, so like… all that stuff you said…”

Ondine sighed, hardly surprised at this point. “I’m not interested in Adrien. And I thought you said you wanted him to end up with Marinette.”

“Well yeah, but like… I… I want you to be happy too…”

It was so hard to think with him so close, speaking so softly, so warmly. What could she even say? Should she confess her feelings? Her brain was melting, just like the rest of her, and any remnants of coherent thought melted away with it.

“Ondine? You okay?”

“Kim, I…”

“Hey wait a second, it’s my turn now!” He let go of her and pulled himself out of the pool, dashing away to the chairs where the notepad was. “I had a really good one this time, I don’t wanna forget…”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Ondine muttered under her breath, her fists curling in frustration. This – this boy! This stupid boy! She had just been about to tell him the truth, actually having the courage to do so for once and – and he just –!

She put her forehead down on the side of the pool, groaning. Her energy for today was spent. Next time, though, next time she would tell him the truth, no matter what…

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“I have a serious crush on this boy, but he has no idea,” Kim said, reading out today’s note.

Surely he would realize it this time, right? Ondine sat smiling to herself, her cheeks as warm as they always were around Kim these days, in high spirits. He had to realize it this time, he just had to!

“Hah! That boy’s clueless.” Kim climbed out of the pool and walked over. “Okay, now it’s my turn.”

Oblivious again? Well… that was okay. She was already used to that. She handed over the notepad, and Kim wrote a secret to put in the bracelet and throw into the pool. Ondine dived in, opened the note, and read it.

“I can stick my big toe inside my ear…?!”

She looked up to see that Kim was, somehow, actually doing that, giving her a goofy grin and a thumbs up. It was silly enough that she started laughing – how was he such a dork? And why, oh why did she find it so sweet? Everything he did was so endearing, no matter how ridiculous or stupid, and even with the little things like this she just fell further and further in love…

Well, it was time to stop beating about the bush. This time, she would just tell him outright. No more obliviousness, no more frustration, no more close calls. Today Kim was going to know her feelings no matter what.

She wrote a note, put it in the bracelet, and threw it into the water. Kim fetched it, and began to open it. Ondine held her breath – finally, this was the moment! She had daydreamed about this countless times. Of course, she was prepared for the chance that Kim wouldn’t love her back like that. That didn’t matter, though. The important thing was to finally get this off her chest. At least she could count on Kim to be decent about turning her down, if that was going to happen.

And if he actually loved her back… well… well…

The alarm on his watch went off.

“The movie!” He jumped out of the pool, dropping the note and rushing to pick up his things. “I totally forgot!”

Wait, he was leaving? Right now?!

“But we haven’t finished yet!” Ondine said, unable to keep a note of pleading out of her voice.

“I’ve really gotta split. I asked Chloé to come! Remember, the girl I told you about in my class?” He winked at her. “Next time, I promise!”

He was already waving and running off, no – he couldn’t be leaving! Next time? There wasn’t supposed to have to be a next time! This couldn’t be happening! She had been so close – so damn close!

But he was gone. And so were her chances of confessing to him.

Tears were already filling up her eyes, as much as she wished they wouldn’t – how lame was it for her to cry over some boy?

It wasn’t just any boy, though. It was Kim, the greatest boy she knew. And now luck had decided to betray her so cruelly. Would she ever manage to confess? Or would this happen every time? Was she doomed to always fail, to have to keep her feelings locked up inside her heart, never able to tell Kim she loved him?

She picked up the note and held it in her hands, staring at it.

Kim – I love you

She had even drawn hearts on it! Everything had been going perfect for once! Why did this have to happen? Why was it so – so unfair?!

A tear rolled off her cheek and dropped onto the paper. Ondine made no move to wipe it away. What was the point? She couldn’t bring herself to care if anyone saw her crying.

And she didn’t notice the faint sound of flapping wings, getting closer and closer.

Something spread into her brain, some emotion she could not describe. Anger? Hurt? Longing? It was powerful, so powerful, and nothing could contain it.

“Syren. I am Hawk Moth. I’m giving you the power to turn Paris into your own underwater kingdom for you and your prince. In return, you must bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous.”

Ondine did not question the strange voice playing distantly in her head. Ondine…? No. Syren. Her name was Syren now. And Kim was her prince.

Some part of her resisted, deep down. But she ignored it. Hawk Moth was counting on her – and so was Kim.

“May they all sink under my sorrow!”

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So that was what being akumatized felt like. Waking up in another place, unable to properly recall what happened, like trying to remember a dream. The people of Paris were kind, and had helped Ondine back to the pool, where she could do nothing but swim length after length, hoping it would provide clarity somehow.

What had happened? The memories were vague, wispy. Something about Paris being underwater, Ladybug and Chat Noir looking different, and of course, Kim��

Oh, poor Kim. Had she kidnapped him? Had she hurt him? Was he alright? Perhaps he was fine, and was watching that movie with Chloé. Maybe he was unfazed by her turning into an evil mermaid and declaring her love for him. Maybe he hadn’t even realized that Ondine was Syren at all. Knowing her luck, that would be the case, and she would be back to square one, having to somehow pluck up the courage to confess again and hope nothing went wrong this time…

It hurt too much to think about. She came to a stop at the end of the length, too tired to continue, more emotionally than physically.

“Wanna play a game of secrets?”

Wait, was that…?

She took off her goggles to see someone holding the bracelet out at her. Looking up, she saw Kim crouched there, grinning at her cheerfully. So he was alright – oh, thank goodness! He was alright! And apparently not weirded out by her at all. Just seeing his face brought Ondine a rush of relief, so fast she couldn’t help but smile. She took the bracelet and read the note.

“Wanna go to the movies with me?”

Kim had his hands together, almost like he was praying. For several seconds it did not sink in – was Kim asking her out? Was this really, actually happening?

Had he finally stopped being oblivious?!

“Yes!” she laughed, happiness flooding her. “That sounds… that sounds awesome…”

“I should have asked you sooner,” Kim said, a familiar sparkle in his eyes. “I can’t believe I didn’t even notice I liked you until today.”

“You… you like me?”

He sat down at the poolside properly. “Yeah, of course. And I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were trying to confess to me for ages, looking back it’s uh… kinda obvious….”

“That’s okay, don’t worry!” She pulled herself out of the pool and sat beside him, still half dizzy. This was way too good to be true. “How did you realize? Was it… Syren?”

“Yeah.”

“What did she do to you?”

“Nothing bad, don’t worry,” Kim said, winking at her. “It was really cool actually. Paris got flooded, like a giant swimming pool! And then a hot mermaid took me underwater and gave me a magic bubble to breathe with, which was awesome, and then she took me to the pool and told me I was her prince, and then she turned out to be you, which was even cooler.”

So even when akumatized, she had not hurt Kim. That was all she had wanted. The fact that he thought her akumatized self was cool was a bonus that she hadn’t even remotely expected.

“And I realized you liked me,” Kim continued, “and that I was an idiot who should have noticed sooner, ‘cause you’re seriously one of the awesomest people I know. And then, um… you said that if I kissed you then I would turn into a merman and be able to swim really fast and breathe underwater, like you, which sounded super great…”

He was blushing. Ondine almost had a heart attack – had she actually kissed Kim as an akuma villain?

“But I didn’t wanna miss my movie, and Ladybug and Chat Noir turned up to save the day anyway,” Kim said quickly. “So that didn’t happen. Actually they had new costumes now, it was so cool. They did their usual hero stuff and defeated you and turned you back to normal, and yeah. That was what happened.”

She smiled, much more at ease now. “Well, that’s not so bad then.”

“Yeah, you were a pretty harmless villain, don’t worry.”

“But if I flooded Paris, wouldn’t people have died?”

“Uh… Ladybug did her magic healing thing at the end so everyone’s fine, I’m sure.”

Of course. Everyone was always fine at the end, no matter what. Even Ondine herself had been an unlucky victim of a few villains. Everyone knew what it felt like, and no one held grudges.

“You wanna know a secret?” she asked, holding up the bracelet, trying to steady her nerves.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad Syren didn’t kiss you. Because… I wouldn’t have remembered it…”

Kim grinned. “Yeah, I’m glad too. I’d much rather kiss Ondine than Syren. A sweet human girlfriend is always gonna be way cooler than an evil mermaid girlfriend.”

Ondine’s heart leapt for joy at hearing those words, no matter how cheesy. “So, um, I’m a human right now, so I’d remember it this time, you know, if you wanted to, um…”

Ugh, that was such an awkward way of asking. Kim did not seem to mind at all, though. He put his arm around her, giving her a surprisingly soft smile. “I do want to. And then we can go watch the movie, and then I’ll take you out for dinner. How does that sound?”

“That sounds wonderful!”

He just looked at her for a few seconds, his cheeks reddening, before leaning in and kissing her. Or perhaps she had kissed him first; she wasn’t quite sure. It didn’t matter anyway. What mattered was that it had happened, and this oblivious boy finally knew the truth.

Ondine broke off into giddy laughter. “I love you, Kim. And I’ve been meaning to tell you that for ages!”

Kim laughed too, pulling her close again. “I love you too, Ondine, and I should have realized ages ago. So, are you ready to go see Mecha Monkeys vs. Cyber Sharks 3 now?”

That was what the movie was called?! That sounded so stupid, so ridiculous… and so very Kim.

“I’m ready. Let’s go!”

[bibliosexxual]

you know you’re on my mind

This is part 1/? of a human AU I’ve been wanting to write for AGES in which Derek and Stiles are long-distance friends/pen pals. Derek lives in California and Stiles lives in Poland. Features brief past Stiles/Malia (Derek and Malia aren’t related in this AU). Idk how long this fic could eventually get; I’m hoping to just work on it as I get the time/inspiration. 

 Title from “Mind Over Matter” by Young the Giant because that song always makes me think of LDRs. 

EDIT: This WIP is now also up on AO3 here.

*

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

He’s got dozens of photos of Stiles saved to his phone, and a whole box of letters from Stiles, and years’ worth of emails from Stiles, and a whole wall of postcards from Stiles pinned up on the wall over his bed, and none of it is enough.

He wants to do things to Stiles, okay, things besides just watch movies together in two different time zones or talk on skype.

...which… is kind of a new feeling.

Derek didn’t even know he liked guys until three years ago, freshman year of high school, when Stiles came home from a party raving about this girl he’d kissed, Malia something-or-other, and how Malia’s hair was so soft, and how Malia had the prettiest brown eyes and the best laugh, and—and suddenly Derek wanted to throw his computer against the wall.

“I have to go,” he’d snapped, and slammed his laptop shut and thrown on some jogging clothes.

He was five miles deep into the Preserve before it really sank in, not just the jealousy but the absurdity of the jealousy. He and Stiles had never even met, technically. They were probably never going to live in the same country. There was no logical reason for them not to date other people. Especially given that Stiles might not even like guys, or like him.

Still, he was secretly, guiltily, viciously satisfied when Stiles and Malia broke up barely two weeks later.

And since then the crush has gotten, if anything, worse.

*

They weren’t always even that close. They didn’t write to each other every week, or even every few weeks, not at first.

At first it was just Derek in his second grade classroom, the teacher passing out their first letters from their new Polish pen pals, all shaky too-large handwriting on paper colorful with crayon doodles. Derek’s was from some kid named Mieczysław Stilinski. (Stiles didn’t go by Stiles yet.) Not even Derek’s teacher could pronounce it.

It was almost Thanksgiving—an American holiday but not a Polish one, apparently; Derek was aghast—and Stiles' class was learning about American culture. Stiles had drawn a turkey, sloppily tracing his hand and adding feathers. The other kids' pen pals had colored theirs in various shades of brown, red, and yellow; Stiles had given his green and purple stripes.

“What a weirdo,” one of the other kids had sneered, so at recess Derek pushed him off the monkey bars and gave him a bloody nose.

Derek still has the turkey card in a box in his closet. It's where he keeps all his letters from Stiles. He'd been embarrassed about it for a long time, until one day a few years ago when Stiles admitted offhand that he had a similar box under his bed.

At this point he can’t really remember what it’s like not to be pen pals with Stiles.

He’s known Stiles through all his weird phases: that one year he was embarrassingly obsessed with Tobey Maguire, and that brief period when he took to sketching strangers’ shoes on public transit, and that month he wanted them to write to each other only in Elvish because they had both gotten hooked on Lord of the Rings at the same time. He knew Stiles back when he still pronounced “ship” like “sheep” and thought a daffodil was a species of bird. He was there when Stiles had an awkward Bieber haircut and an even awkwarder crush on this girl in his class named Lydia. He was there when Stiles’ mom died.

And Stiles was there in fourth grade for Derek’s intense obsession with wolves, when he took to memorizing wolf facts, referring to his mom as “the alpha,” and practicing his howling just in case he was ever stranded in the wilderness and adopted by a wolf pack. (He read Jean Craighead George's Julie of the Wolves fourteen times in a row that summer, and probably would have kept on reading it if he hadn’t accidentally dropped it in his cousin’s pool.) To this day Stiles sends him snapchats of every wolf-themed thing he stumbles upon, mugs and T-shirts and ads on the tram, and whenever Derek is in a bad mood, Stiles calls him “Sourwolf.” He thinks it’s hilarious. (So do Derek’s sisters, and now they’ve started calling him that, too.)

Everyone at school thinks Derek is cool, but Stiles knows better. And Stiles likes him anyway.

These days they skype every chance they get, although that’s not as often as they’d like, thanks to the nine-hour time difference between Beacon Hills and Warsaw. Most days they text each other good morning and good night. They send each other copious amounts of postcards. They have a standing date every Friday afternoon (Derek) / Friday night (Stiles) to watch movies together on Netflix. And Derek has already planned every detail of their wedding in his head, down to the flowers (peonies, Stiles’ mom’s favorite), the color scheme (red and black), and the cake flavor (red velvet).

At this point he’s not sure which fantasies are more embarrassing, the wedding ones or the… other ones. The ones where Derek is there with Stiles, curling up with him in bed, undressing him, exploring, coaxing moans from Stiles’ mouth and kissing his moles.

Usually, whenever he sees Stiles on skype, he’s wearing at least two layers, more often three—some kind of hoodie over some kind of plaid over some kind of graphic tee. In winter he’s likely to be wearing a beanie and scarf as well. Derek hates when Stiles wears scarves, even though Stiles looks good in them, because then he can’t sneak glances at Stiles’ neck during their skype calls.

Sometimes, though, when it’s late enough at night, Derek gets to see Stiles stripped down to just his plaid pajama bottoms and a well-worn Wonder Woman tee that’s so large it nearly reaches his knees. It’s Derek’s favorite of Stiles’ shirts because it hangs so soft and loose on his lanky frame, showing off the lean cords of muscle in his arms and giving Derek a tantalizing glimpse of his collarbones and the hollow of his throat.

That’s Derek’s favorite thing to fantasize about, Stiles in nothing but the Wonder Woman t-shirt. Just thinking about it always sends a low swoop through his belly, like the drop in a roller coaster.

Still, it’s not like anything’s going to happen. Poland is almost six thousand miles away, a number so huge it boggles Derek’s mind. It’s the very definition of impossible.

Derek just has to keep reminding himself of that.

Sometimes Derek entertains himself imagining absurd scenarios. Moving into a Sims house with Stiles in place of a real one. Marrying Stiles over Skype, both of them holding up their rings in different countries, kissing the screen to seal the deal. Texting each other flower emojis every Valentine's Day, cake emojis every anniversary. Derek, one hundred years old and in a nursing home, nearly blind but still crouched over his (now ancient) laptop and skyping a wizened, grey-haired Stiles in a bathrobe and slippers.

It’s kind of depressing.

*

(tbc, probably, if you guys like it)

(part 2)