#let’s pretend I posted this on Valentine’s Day and not three days after

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Nothing like cookie run making you draw Ori x Jade ship art

Also I made them wear outfits from cookie run cause I think their good designs I would like to make more art with these outfits

[mrscarmenbearzatto]

Omg Mae Bae:

you said you wrote for Eddie Munson so totally ignore if not allowed! But I was thinking about Eddie not telling anyone you and him are dating and you stop by the Hellfire Club meeting on valentines Day and everyone is so stunned (maybe like a sunshine reader and Eddie!!)

Just picturing how stunned they'd all be hehe 💗😂

hi love! hope this is good ♡ wc: 470 | nav post - request guidelines

The familiar sound of laughter greeted you as you made your way down the now empty (and suddenly creepier) Hawkins High hallways, down to the theatre club room. The familiar smell of cheap beer and party chips lingered as you stood in front of the door. The "no disturbances, please" sign hung on the oak door didn't apply to you, of course, being the leader's partner, lover, whatever title you were to him.

You knocked three times on the door, something that was a code between you and Eddie. You could hear the muffled voices asking who it was as heavy footsteps seemed to come closer toward the door, you took a step back with a tupperware container in front of you, looking up and down the hallway.

The door barely cracked open, as Eddie grinned once he saw you. "What's the secret password?" He teasingly asks as you pretend think for a second. "You love me and will open the door?" You offer as he shrugs. "Close enough, it was sunshine. What're you doing here?" He questions as he opens the door, leaving it open as he wrapped his arms around your waist, about to pull you close before he noticed the container in between your bodies.

"I know you said your meeting was gonna hold late and I am totally okay with that, but I figured you and your boys needed more of a snack then party chips and soda. So, I made you something. Consider it part one of your Valentine's surprise." You smile, holding the container out for him. He doesn't say anything as he stares at them, before he smiles and places a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a soft kiss.

The romantic moment is spoiled by Garth and Mike letting out their surprise with "oohs". "Munson's got a lover!?" Jeff asks as Garth rolls his eyes. "Clearly. How come we never knew about it?" He asks as Eddie sighs. "They can never keep anything to themselves-" He begins to pull you into the room before you can protest interrupting their game.

"This is my partner not lover you idiot, Y/n." Eddie introduces as you smile. "Hi." You wave a bit, as Mike stares at you. "Wait, you're like.. one of the nicest people I've ever met. You're with him?" The Wheeler boy whose sister you'd known for years asks as you laugh. "Come on, Mike, you make it sound like he's not a good person." You note.

"Yeah, Mike." Eddie sticks his tongue out as you laugh. "Well, I'd better get going. I'll see you tonight?" You ask. He nods, giving you another sweet kiss and flipping off the other party members before you sneak out the door.

The teasing doesn't stop after you leave, especially when they notice his blushing.

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[rintarousgirl]

dating matsukawa issei is like...

a/n: please enjoy the headcanons! off topic but i have like 60 followers rn and i just want to say thank you very much and please send in requests!! beware of the smut below the cut (all smut is post timeskip)

★ - before dating matsukawa, you'd been crushing on him. and you'd been crushing on him for a while. ever since your first year of high school you'd found yourself growing incredibly fond of the heavy-lidded boy in your mathematics class.

★ - three years later, halfway through your third year, you confess to him on Valentine's Day. he's amused by your confession, watching you stare at your feet as you hold out a small box of chocolates and pink letter with neat handwriting out to him.

★ - it's more surprising to you when he accepts, curious and teasing the shy girl who'd confessed to the closed off matsukawa issei.

★ - he's very comfortable with you right off the bat, and there's no special milestones for things. he sits with you at lunch, or well, he drags you over to his table and introduces you to his volleyball friends.

★ - he always has an arm around your shoulders or waist. he likes holding you close to his side, enjoying how small you felt next to how tall he was. you certainly weren't complaining.

★ - loves hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your head and his hands dangling off your shoulders. also a big ego boost for him about his height.

★ - loves lazy cuddling in his bed. holds you close as the two of you watch a movie at his house. you groan when he falls asleep, but he grumbles and says, "how can I help it when you're so soft?"

★ - holds your chin when you kiss, so you can't get embarrassed and pull away. of course, if you want to stop, he will, but he won't let you hide. not from him.

★ - carries your bags and books for you in the school hallway.

★ - you have a box in his closet with all your belongings for when you're over there. sweatshirts, underwear, etc...

★ - handholding is a must. he's a surprisingly affectionate guy for seemingly being so lazy.

★ - buys your favorite flavor of chapstick so he always tastes good for you when you kiss. it's small, but it's sweet and thoughtful.

★ - always is sharing clothes with you. sometimes he'll purposefully leave his sweatshirts at your house in hopes you'll show up to school the next day.

★ - always buys you your favorite chocolates before dates. he'll stop by the store and grab them, even if you guys are just going to a picnic in the park or something.

★ - loves swimming. he loves to drag you and the other third-years to go swimming with him. is constantly pushing you off the dock and then jumping in after to you and pretending he didn't.

★ - is always willing to give piggyback rides when your feet/legs hurt. volleyball has built up a lot of muscle for him, and lifting you is no harder than lifting his baby brother.

★ - petnames include "baby, sugar, and sweetheart." along with multiple silly nicknames based on your name.

★ - dating matsukawa issei feels like summer all over again, even in the deep frostbite of japan's winter season. he's warm and soft and cuddly. he feels like late mornings in bed, sheets tangled and the sun peering in through the windows. it feels like freshly washed linen and blooming gardens. matsukawa issei feels like a breath of fresh air.

★ - matsukawa pins your wrists above you as you fuck, watching you gasp and squirm and be completely unable to do something about it as he overstimulates you.

★ - matsukawa can't keep his mouth off you. he's kissing your lips, your breasts, sucking deep marks into your neck, biting at your hips.

★ - matsukawa pounds into you until the sheets beneath you both are soaked with your fluids and the only noise leaving you are soft little "ah-ah-ah"'s.

★ - matsukawa loves to brush your hair from you eyes and watch as they cloud over with lust and want.

★ - matsukawa can't help but smirk and grow a bit hard when he sees you in your bathing suit.

★ - he loves sweet dirty talk.

★ - "can't help but touch you when you look so pretty just for me, baby."

★ - doesn't let you hide your face. "c'mon baby, let me see your face when you cum."

★ - is obsessed with eating you out. he loves the way you taste, and feels intoxicated when he's between your thighs. matsukawa issei is totally pussy drunk off you.

★ - he absolutely adores teasing you in public, watching you blush and bite your lip as your thighs rub together. you try so hard to maintain conversation with oikawa, iwaizumi, and hanamaki but you can't help the way you stutter and squirm as his hand brushes your clit, fingers touching you through your soaked panties.

★ - he loves it when you whine and cry for him.

★ "please," you gasp, reaching for him. he pins your hands above your head with one hand of his own, and your hips buck lightly. "i need you, issei."

★ - "shh, don't cry baby," he'll coo as he kisses your wet cheeks, "i'll touch you baby, i promise."

★ - he begs for just the tip after a stressful day at work, and he keeps his promise to go no further but you can't help the way you twitch and squirm. he'll hide his face in your neck, his hand firmly planted on your hip as he tries so hard not to bottom-out in you.

★ - laughs as your hands fumble with his belt, shaking and desperate for his cock.

★ - covers his mouth and hopes his groans are relatively quiet when you sneak under his desk while on a video call with his clients at the funeral home. tries his hardest to stay focused as you lick along his length and pop his tip into your mouth.

★ - loves semi-public sex. he'll fuck you in a closet at a family gathering, tease you under the table, grind against you behind the kitchen counter while everyone else is in the kitchen.

★ - has very high stamina and can easily go a handful of rounds. your pleasure always comes before his anyway.

[kykyonthemoon]

A chocolate kiss

Childe prepared a sweet surprise for you on Valentine's.

Tags: Childe x F!Reader, High school/ modern AU, fluff, sweet, long distance relationship

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Whenever it’s Valentine’s Day, you always felt a little down.

There were red and pink hues everywhere, along with flowers and hearts, chocolate, and candies. There were couples holding hands, chatting, and gently laughing everywhere you looked. And it was always you who was alone. It was true that you had a love interest, but he was thousands of miles away.

You and Ajax had been in this relationship for three years now. He was originally an international student from Snezhnaya. As soon as feelings began to bloom between you two, he had to return to his country.

You still maintained this relationship since he left. Long distance calls, photos posted on each other's walls, gifts sent through the mail... Long distance love was not a problem for you. But sometimes, on holidays like this, I felt sad.

You wished Ajax were here. In person, not through a screen. In your head, you made up a whole list of things to do together when he came; places to visit, meals to eat together. You could even imagine your reaction to those. Those things made you happy for a moment, and then, when reality reminded you that you never knew when your dreams might come true, you just wanted to cry.

And yet, you had never, ever caused Ajax to worry. Always radiant, you were behind the screen. You just told him about the things that made you laugh. As for what made you cry, you chose to keep it to yourself. You knew, that Ajax himself was very upset for not being there with you. You would not bring him any more trouble.

"Hey, what do you want for this Valentine's Day?" 

Voices from Ajax emerged on both sides of the headgear. You smiled, resting your head on the giant teddy bear he had given you on another occasion.

"I love everything you send me, really."

Ajax grinned. His hair was a mess. He remained in bed. It was early morning at his place, and you had just finished dinner. 

"Then let me think about it!" A hand he reached up, pretending to pull out his hair. "What could bring happiness to my little lady? What might that be?

He muttered those things while you laughed. You only wanted one thing for the holiday, but it's something you shouldn't ask for.

"Ah! I know!" Ajax shouted. He jumped up causing the blanket to fall, revealing his bare chest. Oh, how you missed the feeling of burying your face in that spot. 

"I know what I'm going to give you." As he went on, you enquired:

"What is it?"

"A secret. I won't reveal it so soon." 

Ajax laughed mysteriously. You were curious. It was customary for you and Ajax to exchange gifts on important occasions, particularly Valentine's Day.  You did also prepare a gift for him, which you had not sent yet because you still hope to hand it over to him in person.

The conversation ended with a kiss through the screen. You turned off the phone, feeling both happy and regretful inside. Even more, you desired to be with Ajax. You wanted to feel the warmth of being in his arms, inhale his scent every time he squeezed you, feel his lips pour kisses all over your face and neck while you giggled. 

You only got those luxuries two or three times a year. You too had visited Ajax, but managing both of your schedules had proven to be a challenge. Then there were unexpected things, unplanned changes. Just like that, you felt the distance between you and Ajax getting further and further. 

At one point you thought about the end of this relationship. You loved Ajax so much, you knew he loved you too. It's just that your lives had taken a turn and parted in two different directions. But there was still some hope that the two of you would find a way to be truly together. 

On Valentine's Day, you sat at the café where Ajax and you used to spend hours after school. It was time for your date and you had not seen him yet. His icon on the screen stayed dark and silent. You did not know what he was doing. You glanced eagerly at the time, then back at the screen. 

Thirty minutes, an hour,... Then three hours had passed. You watched people come and go. The café was sparse. The closing time was also near. Your eyes swept over the laptop screen to check time again, then you shut it down in frustration.

You left the shop with a heavy heart. You pulled out a handmade wool scarf for Ajax from your pocket and held it in your arms. You were sad that he did not go online as he promised, and you were even more concerned about the possible reasons why he might not have been able to make it. Maybe he didn't have time to text you because he was preoccupied with something unexpected. Or even worse, perhaps he had encountered some kind of issue...

Your eyes started to flood up with tears just thinking about it. You sat on the sidewalk, looking at the narrow road in front. There was a couple of lovers holding hands who had just walked past; oh how much you longed to go with Ajax side by side like that. You started blaming yourself for being so selfish, wanting to keep him with you. The more you thought about it, the more your heart ached, and the more tears filled your eyes.

Then, you heard a familiar voice calling your name. Once. Twice. After the third time, you turned around.

The familiar orange-red hair stood out in the middle of the street. The tall, thin figure dragged a suitcase and was waving at you, then the steps turned into sprints. You rubbed her eyes. Was this a dream?

Ajax ran over to you as you just stood up. He held you in his arms, lifted you off the ground a few inches and turned you around gently, until you had all the dizziness and had to lean your whole body against his. He kept calling your name and after your feet touched the ground, he wiped away the tears that hadn't dried up from your cheeks.

"Sorry I'm late... My flight... was delayed by several hours... Sorry, I kept you waiting..."

Rushing between words and kisses, it took you a while to understand what he was saying. It turned out that he had secretly booked a plane ticket to visit you, as a Valentine's Day surprise. You were stunned, frightened because you thought you were going to wake up and lose Ajax; then you burst into happiness while realizing this was true. Ajax was in front of you. He placed a deep kiss on your lips.

"Mmmh. Your lips taste like chocolate." He paused for a moment just to say that, making you laugh.

"I just had one cup of chocolate." 

"Want to have another with me?" 

With pleasure, you nodded. "So, is this the secret present you said?" 

After giving you a little peck on the cheek, Ajax said: "Only a part of it. The rest would be revealed soon. In any case, I'm going to stay here for a very long time."

You blinked. One surprise after another made it hard for you to breathe. You let Ajax hold your hand, rub your head, and place another kiss on your forehead. 

Everything was fine, as long as he was around; even for a moment, you would forget all your doubts and just appreciate his sweetness.

-The end-

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 YOUTUBE SERIES huh yunjin

VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL

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yunjin and yn feeding us on valentines day 109k views

clip one (yn post with the glue song lyrics.)

clip two (moments from their valentines live)

“happy Valentine’s Day guys.” yn says to the live, looking at the comments coming in. “we’re gonna make cookies.”

“yeah, we’re gonna see who can decorate it the best.” yunjin says to live while setting up the stuff.

“yn do you have a valentine ?” yn reads the comment and pretends to think. “ummmm yes I do actually.” she looks at yunjin who suddenly stopped what she was doing.

“zuha is my valentine.”

yunjin let’s out a big gasp.

cut

“ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand.” yunjin sings as she puts the cookies in the oven.

“ I take this magnetic force of a man to be my loverrrr.” yn finishes the lyrics.

“who said this was a duet ?” yunjin turns to yn making a fake disgusted face.

“I did.”

“oh really ?” walks closer to yn.

“actually no I didn’t.” yn responds getting flustered by yunjin’s closeness.

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“have I ever told you, you have nice lips.” yn says to yunjjn as the girls wait for the cookies to bake

“WHAT ! ?” yunjin laughs at the girls random statement.

cut

“mine is already looking better than yours.” yunjin says to yn as she decorates her cookie.

“you know I’m not good at art.” yn whines at yujin. “can you do this little heart for me please ? you’re good at them.”

“no this is a competition.” yunjin responds.

yn puts her icing down and wraps her arms around yunjin. “please”

yunjin looks up at the camera, laughing nervously. “okay, okay.”

“yay !”

cut

after the girls decided that yunjin won the contest, they decide to swap cookies and eat each other’s.

as they’re eating yn see’s a certain comment. “ what song describes your friendship?” yn looks at yunjin. “um I don’t know, what do you think ?” she asks yunjin.

“melting by kali uchis.”

“really ?.” yn covers her face feeling the heat rising.

clip three (yunjin’s insta post)

(if they don’t stop playing with us rn like y’all r so obvious 🙄)

🧋📁HAPPY VALENTINES DAY 💌

[starsreminisce]

My Elucien Fanfics:

Heads up, I mainly write one-shots and like ending in cliffhangers, usually to keep it open ended if I decide to continue with the story.

Kiss Prompt: Of Love Lucien woke up to the sound of Elain vomiting and took care of her throughout the morning. Kiss Prompt: Of Pretend Elain volunteered to be Lucien's date to intercept information from an agent of Koschei. She played her role with a bit more commitment. Kiss Prompt: Out of Spite Elain was reeling from her rejection post-solstice and felt the need to find someone to blame and apologize to her. Lucien wasn't going to be the scapegoat in this situation.

Kiss Prompt: Out of Envy and Jealousy Elain had never seen Lucien in his natural element at a ball, so it surprised her how much attention he received. She was prepared to let it go until she saw one particular lady giving her mate more attention than she was comfortable with.

Kiss Prompt: Good Morning Elain's morning ritual involves visiting her father's grave, the site where she secretly meets with her mate.

Gwyn and Lucien are cousins Azriel and Elain try to find some time to talk things over from the previous solstice but keep getting distracted when they weren't sure why. Eventually, their discussion shifts to Gwyn and Lucien's growing closeness, becoming the focal point of their conversation.

SJMRomance Week: Day Seven: Free: Angst Lucien finally had enough of dealing with the unanswered bond and decided to take matters to his own hands. Meanwhile, Elain procrastinates on telling Lucien how she feels and was met with consequences of his actions

SJMRomance Week: Day Five: Favorite Tropes Fake Dating + Touch Her and Die aka Lucien brings Elain to present her to his father where a brother thought Lucien was still the weakling who left the Autumn Court

SJMRomance Week: Day Four: Little Things A day in the life of High King Lucien and High Queen Elain

SJMRomance Week: Day Three: Wedding Elain finally shares to Lucien that she is ready to accept the bond but before they could, Lucien feels like there is one more thing he needed to do

SJMRomance Week: Day Two: Traditions The females of the IC gather around to gossip about Valentine's Day plans

SJMRomance Week: Day One: First Date Elain tease brought a little more than what she expected when Lucien asked if she wanted to accompany him to the Day Court

Lucien's POV to Elain being kidnapped Lucien feels a surge of panic as he learns that Elain has been kidnapped for the second time. Determined to get back to her, he starts plotting his course of action. However, in the midst of his urgency, her father stops him and offers some advice.

LucienWeek: Day Two: Style Lucien receives his Day Court attire, which appears to be a prank orchestrated by the two High Lords. However, the reaction he receives from Elain is entirely unexpected.

LucienWeek: Day Three: Mask: Part One Lucien, wearing the mask he has donned for centuries, entertains the Princess of Vallahan after catching sight of Elain. Unexpectedly, the Princess offers him something, prompting a question about whether his mask can become his new reality.

LucienWeek: Day Seven: Mask Part Two As Lucien poses his question to Elain and the time ticks down, he finds himself torn between what it is and what it could have been.

LucienWeek: Day Four: Emissary Trouble at the Illyrian camp brings Elain and Lucien together as they work to find a solution and prevent another rebellion.

LucienWeek: Day Five: Family Lucien receives an unexpected present from Eris, dating back to the day he left the Autumn Court.

LucienWeek: Day Six: Romance After Solstice, Elain noticed a change in Lucien's demeanor and wondered if he was aware of what had transpired. Helion, taking matters into his own hands, decides to facilitate a conversation between them, leading to Elain opening up and baring her heart to Lucien.

Not-a-Date Date In a compromising situation at Hewn City, Elain finds herself in need, and Lucien comes to her aid. As Lucien bids her farewell, Elain discovers a desire within herself to accompany him.

Lucien's POV After the Necklace Lucien finds himself standing in front of Elain after Azriel's departure. IC play matchmaker The Inner Circle members all have varying opinions on how Elain and Lucien should navigate their mating bond.

[ctimenefic]

So @strawberry-daiquiris wrote an incredible F1 Traitors AU (seriously, go read it) and was kind enough to let me paddle around in the Galex end of the pool.

Many thanks to @latecomersprivilege, for whom this is a belated birthday gift, an almost on time Valentine's gift, and ultimately not what she asked for but what she's getting!

It’s a month since the last episode aired and George hasn’t messaged him.

Oh, he’s in the group chat - he’s the admin of the group chat. He’s posting memes, even the ones about himself, nearly every day. Asking very sincerely after people’s partners, their kids. Adding little crying laughing emojis to almost all the jokes. (Almost all - never Alex’s. Not even once. Which. Come on. Checo’s not even that funny.)

So. Yeah, it’d been bad, at the end, at their last round table together, George damp eyed and smiling through it and Alex nearly fumbling his own defence trying to tell him one more time “it’s just a game”.

But. Like. Not so bad as to cancel out everything else. Or at least, Alex had thought so. Hoped so.

It’s been a month.

Hey just wondering if we shd have a coffee or smthg? Clear the air?

Sure. When?

Nxt wk? Peckham?

(George told him all about his little flat in Dulwich, how he properly loved all the twee village-y shit like the wooden sign-posts and bougie cafes, in their murmured conversations in the hotel corridors, heads ducked together and voices low. Alex had taken the piss, but so softly he’d barely recognised his own cadence. That- that had been the first clue, before he’d started noticing how George’s adams apple bobbed when he got loud.

But Dulwich is packed to the brim with Traitors fans, has to be, all middle class mums and families that gather round the telly of an evening to actually spend time together. They’d be spotted in seconds. So Peckham feels safer, crowded and anonymous and too fucking cool to pay attention if Alex has to get on his knees and beg George to- to-)

The cafe’s still a bit posh, which means it’s basically deserted. George is wearing the kind of T-shirt that only fits that well because it’s expensive.

He’s ordered tea already, and Alex wants to remind him to drink up, like he did at breakfast every morning, because George would always get too into their conversation to finish before it got cold. He’d slug it back anyway, wincing, and Alex would pretend to ignore the line of his throat.

“I’m sorry you didn’t win,” George blurts. “I know I- I didn’t help, I know, but after, I did want it to be you. You’d worked so hard.”

Alex stares at him. “I never thought I would. Maybe near the end, a bit, but. Well. I got lucky.”

George pulls a face. “Come on, you were brilliant at it. So convincing. I really thought I’d find out you were, like, an actor or something.”

George smiles at that, small and tight. “Oh, yeah, the office have been so weird about it. Saying they didn't watch, and then making jokes that prove they did. I've stopped paying attention to it.”

Alex tries to laugh, like it’s a joke. Like he hadn’t talked George’s ear off about the practice. How he’d use the money, if they won - as Faithful - to get back to his veterinary degree, properly qualify. “Nah, still at my old place. They’ve, uh, let me take the backroom stuff for a bit, while it dies down.”

Alex nods. Pretends George has got better at lying. “Hope they're not being nasty.”

“Oh, not too bad.” The ‘too’ makes Alex want to snarl, set his teeth in someone's neck. Bastards. And George's blasé tone runs a little thin as he goes on. “Might quit, actually, try the influencer thing for a bit. It's basically the same as sales, just, you know. Different product.”

“You'd be good at that,” Alex tries. “Influential. I'd be, uh, influenced.” In the time it takes George to blink three times, Alex experiences all nine levels of hell and a few more added just for him.

I'd be influenced. Christ.

“How are you doing with that, sponsorships and stuff?” George asks and Alex shrugs. He’s got his fans, the ones who think he was robbed, rather than bottled it. His Insta’s big, now, not millions but, like, decent. Marketable. Problem is, he isn’t.

“Turns out, being known as a really good liar doesn’t get loads of hashtag spon ops,” he says, trying to keep it light. Like money hadn’t been the whole point. George’s face falls, the first unrehearsed expression Alex has seen all morning.

“Oh crikey, I’m sorry, I didn’t- cause it’s been alright, and I was a traitor too, at the end so-”

“Yeah, but I forced you into it, didn’t I? I’m the bad guy.” There’s a decent TikTok edit of him to that Billie Eilish song, all his smiles and laughs and fond looks, set to the beat of sociopathy. It’s very slick; turned his stomach on the second watch. “Plus, you know, you look like that, which probably helps.”

He knows it’s been more than alright for George. He hasn’t liked any of his Instagram posts, too… proud? ashamed? But he’s seen them all, including the Stories, so George must know he’s been there. Or maybe he doesn’t, maybe there’s hundreds of people, and they’re not mutuals, he remembers abruptly. George didn’t follow him back.

He flips his phone in his hands, once, twice; worries at the crack in the screen down by the bottom right corner, just enough to feel the scrape against the pad of his thumb.

George notices, of course. Those big blue eyes, all the better for spotting clues. Terrible at knowing what they meant. “Do you wanna take a picture for insta then? Show people it’s all water under the bridge?”

“Uh, not really? I mean…” it doesn’t feel under the bridge, or air cleared. Alex still feels like he’s choking on it.

That small wrinkle he used to make fun of appears between George’s brows. “Wasn’t that the point of this?”

“Jesus, no, I’m not-” Alex feels sick, properly sick, hot chocolate coming back on him for a second. “I wanted to be friends - I want to be friends. Again.”

“Again,” George repeats, after a beat.

Alex swallows. Presses the tip of his tongue against the edge of his front teeth, where they turn sharp enough to cut, like a bit of pain now will soothe the sucking void where his stomach used to be. “Right, no, of course. Forget it, look, I'll get these and-”

George catches his wrist before he can make a break for it. His thumb lands in the soft spot between the tendons, where Alex’s pulse beats - ha - traitorously fast.

“Wait. You haven't told me how your mum is. And your sisters. And Luca, obviously, and the cats.”

“The cats?”

“Yeah, obviously. Can't go before I hear about the cats, ‘Lex. All of them. So you should probably, um, sit back down.”

So he does.

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

[NINE]

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Loving you seemed so easy, it was something that just felt natural to Kyle. He wasn’t sure when his feelings for you became apparent to him, but he knows it was life altering. You became something to Kyle, not that you weren’t something to him before, but now it was almost as if you gave him the feeling as if he was to drink a bunch of energy drinks. You became a breath of fresh air, a new high score, an award, to Kyle. Something he wanted to fight for, something he wanted to run after, to strive for.

So when you announced you and Kenny were dating, an exact week before he was going to ask you out (he had even circled the date, which was when you and him first became lab partners in a chemistry class), he lost hope, in love. He closed himself off from girls’ affection, instead opting to not get close to a girl again. Sure, it was nice to receive love letters in his locker on Valentine’s Day or get slipped the phone number of the waitress who’s serving him and his friends at a restaurant, but they weren’t you; they weren’t your love letters, it wasn’t your phone number (he already had your phone number but that’s neither here nor there).

Now, it’s been three years, of pining after you, of loving you, and Kyle still couldn’t let you go. He thinks that Kenny’s been changing on you, he doesn’t know why, he isn't even confident in that idea, but he’s determined to figure it out. The only issue is Kyle is laying on his bed, drunk and he knew he wasn't in the state of mind to even logically be thinking. In his drunken state, maybe Kyle was just pretending to see signs that weren't there out of jealousy.

This is why he doesn’t even like drinking, Kyle starts randomly speculating and then starts to hate himself for his own thoughts. But he can't help but down the bottle of liquor, not after seeing you with Kenny today, how loving you two were, he can’t help but wonder that in his love stricken clouded mind, if he was hating on Kenny so much solely because of jealousy. Maybe Kenny really was going through some issues of his own right now, maybe nothing is going on behind the scenes. “Maybe,” Kyle thought, “I’m the issue, here. Y/n has a great relationship, it’s not with me, but..she’s happy. That’s all I wanted her to have.”

And you are! You are happy, at least Kyle can only assume that after viewing your latest instagram post. Happy people, scratch that, happy couples, post things like that, miserable love sick losers who drink their life away after watching the girl of his literal dreams date one of his closest friends. Kyle groans, setting the liquor bottle on down on his night stand, and sits up. Putting his head in his hands he tries desperately to sober up.

“Jesus christ, I sound like Stan right now.” Kyle murmurs, he grabs the water bottle on his night stand, nearly knocking the liquor bottle off in the process, “Thank god for sober Kyle thinking of this,” he mentally notes, and takes a long sip. Besides him his phone goes off and he picks it up once more. Some of his twitter post notifications are going off and he scowls at the thought of opening up Twitter. Yet he does so anyway.

Kyle doesn’t know what exactly possessed him to check twitter; of all the social media he owns, Twitter was the worst of them all for him. Twitter meant he could see all the fans constantly talking about him, talking about you…talking about you and Kenny. Kyle groans and debates downing more alcohol to allow him to forget all about you and Kenny, until he sees a notification for a DM from Twitter. Kyle was used to DMs, some were fake scam messages about seeing if the band would perform for some “event”, some were those stupid influencers gushing about whatever was happening, and most were fans. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, maybe it was the need to escape from his shit filled life, or maybe it was just plain pure curiosity, but Kyle decided to open the DM. He was not expecting the messages he saw.

Well that certainly sobered Kyle up. He crosses his legs and frowns.

“What the fuck?” Kyle whispers to no one, dumbfounded, “who the hell is this?” Whenever Kyle tries to click on the profile, twitter shakes him off, just sending him right back into the DM messages with the account. The absurdity of this situation grips Kyle’s attention and he wasn’t fully sobered up, he definitely is now.

He was weighing his options on whether or not it was worth it to respond, taking a shot in the dark he decided he might as well. At the very least he could try and find out who owns this account. In the back of his mind there was a nagging feeling that this account was Cartman and his stupid ass just pulling a prank on him, but the idea that it might not be either was enough to make him really respond.

Kyle was bewildered. He had no idea what to even think as he read the messages over and over again. The account was still unaccessible and he had no way of finding who this was, there wasn't even a name at the top of the DM either. He had no idea what was planned at noon, and he had no idea what to suspect.

He just hoped he wouldn't wake up to being exposed and seeing his name trending.

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[senorabond]

WIP Wednesday! Rumor Has It Update

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

I am *hard* at work writing the next chapter. In fact, it's turning into two chapters' worth of smut.

Here is a little sneak peek at what you've got in store for Chapter 8:

“You’re in charge of this; you decide what we do or don’t do, and how far this goes.” He walks around to face you, and you’re surprised to see how gentle his eyes are. They’re round and sincere, serious but not stern. You can’t wait to see them looking up at you from between your legs.

“Understand?”

You nod and he cups your face, running the pad of his thumb over your mouth and parting your lips.

“Use your words, cariño. I need to hear it.”

“I understand,” you say, then drag the tip of your tongue against his thumb. He lets out a pleased hum. 

“Good. Now, tell me your rules.” His other hand strokes your lower back, sending shivers up your spine.

“Oh. Um, I – I don’t know,” you stutter. 

He drops his hands and takes half a step back. “We’re not doing anything until you set the rules.”

“But–”

“This is important, cariño. I’ll give you a moment to gather your thoughts.” 

And just like that, Javi’s walking away from you and sitting on your couch. What the hell is happening here? 

He’s right, of course, damn the man. You want to be mad, but don’t know what to be mad about – how respectful he is? Letting out a deep sigh, you go back to the kitchen and pick up your glass of wine. 

“Can I get you anything to drink while you wait?” Your voice comes out a bit more sarcastic than intended, and the sound of Javi’s throaty chuckle from the living room makes you bristle. 

“Whatever you’re having is fine.” 

The man sounds so calm and unfazed you want to throw something at him, but instead, you pout like a grown up and pour another glass. You set it on the small end table to his left and start pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table. Stuck in a quandary like this, you used to be able to call Marcus up and talk it through, but that sounds as appealing as lemon juice in a paper cut right now. Besides, even if Marcus would help you get laid, he’s probably busy with his girlfriend.

Sighing, you sit down next to Javi and face him. In this position, the hem of your dress rides all the way up to your hip, but you’re in no mood to be modest. Javi takes a sip of his wine and turns slightly in your direction. He puts an arm along the top of the couch, and you try not to notice the way his suit jacket opens, revealing his broad chest sloping down to hint at a soft belly. His thighs splay invitingly, and you bite your bottom lip. 

“Cariño?” Javi’s eyes sparkle with mischief. 

“Right. The rules.” You set your glass of wine down and try to focus. Javi waits patiently, but you can see his fingers toying with the fabric on the back of the couch. He’s just as anxious to get this part over with.

“Rule number one: nothing at work. Ever. Not even after hours or in the parking lot. Nothing.” 

Javi nods in stout agreement. 

“Rule number two: it’s just sex. We’re simply two consenting adults with insane chemistry, privately enjoying the hell out of each other’s bodies.” 

“Enthusiastically consenting,” Javi smirks, and sets his glass of wine down so he can stroke your thigh. The hunger in his eyes is distracting, but you manage to pull your thoughts together one last time.

“And lastly, but most importantly – rule number three: what happens undercover stays undercover.” 

Javi’s hand stills on your thigh and he looks at you curiously. “You mind expanding on that a bit?”

“Our cover is just that; a story, playing pretend. We don’t let it blur the lines of whatever we do outside of the investigation. We have to compartmentalize.” 

Javi takes a moment, considering what you’ve said, then nods. Looking you over, he slides his hand up your thigh and leans in, closing the space between you on the couch. 

“I guess that means we better get out of these clothes.” 

I'm so, so, SO excited to finish this chapter and get it posted for you!

If anybody is interested in my writing "process," I'd be happy to write about that. I have ADHD, and I've learned that I'm a very visual thinker, and discovering a process or method over the last 6 months has been a fun journey.

Here is the song that's been playing on loop for me while I've been writing this particular chapter. I have no idea how to embed the Spotify player, but that link should take you to the song Do It For Me by Rosenfeld.

[chaotic-jjk-fiction]

Do No Harm

Doctor Getou Suguru x reader

TW: General Yandere themes, stalking, obsession, medical setting, injections, IVs, Lying about test results, Masturbation, drugging, kidnapping, mentioned death of readers parents due to cardiac events, murder, and I can’t really sugar coat this... death of reader

A/N: I don’t really think I can call this a valentines day post, but let’s pretend it is! This is probably my darkest fic yet, so reader discretion is heavily advised. Happy late valentines day everyone! 

Word Count: 1.8k

Was it unprofessional? Undeniably. Did he care? Not one bit. How could he be expected to not fall in love with you? He knew intimate details about your body that no one else did, you confided in him, and most importantly, it was his job to care for you. On top of that, the details he was privy to as your doctor made it all too easy for him to grow even closer to you. He knew where you lived, he knew that you were single, he knew that you were an only child, and that both of your parents had died young from sudden cardiac arrest. 

After your first appointment, he knew the two of you had a connection. So what if he ordered some blood work and scheduled a follow-up appointment with you to go over the results even though it was only an intake appointment and there was no clinical indication it was necessary? The number of people who have vitamin deficiencies and don’t know it is quite high. Was it really that bad if your yearly physicals happened twice a year instead of just once? That didn’t seem evil to him, on the contrary actually, he was doing his duty as a healthcare professional and taking your well-being seriously. 

Of course, the repeat blood tests every three months might have been a little bit excessive, especially because you weren’t actually deficient in any vitamins and had no reason to be taking a supplement, but it gave him a reason to see you. Despite the fact that normal lab results were typically discussed on the phone, he couldn’t resist having you come into his office. 

Because of your family's cardiac history, the health of your heart was of great concern. Getou always made sure to perform a thorough cardiac workup at your check-ups. The way you allowed him to listen to your heart and touch the tender flesh on your chest was a delight for him. You were so trusting. Getou would expect nothing less though, he was your doctor after all. As your doctor, one of the hardest things was the uncertainty of whether you would drop dead of a heart attack the same way your parents did, or if you would have no complications at all. At first, this didn’t bother him, but as time passed he found himself obsessing over it more and more. A need for control started to well up inside of him driving him to stock your daily life. 

After one physical where you complained of new-onset chest pain, Getou couldn’t take it anymore. He knew that there was only one thing he could do to ensure his control and guarantee that you wouldn’t suffer. He had really been hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this. He loved you and he wished that you could have loved him too, but it seemed as though that was not in the cards you two had been dealt. 

Due to your chest pain, Getou ordered a two-week continuous heart monitor. The data collected from the monitor wouldn’t change his resolve, but he had another important use for it. After placing it and reminding you numerous times not to remove it or let it fall off before the two weeks mark, he let you go on with your day. Little did you know that you and Getou had not actually parted ways when you left his clinic. 

You had a terrible habit of leaving the door unlocked. Just more proof to him that your chances of living a long life were quite slim. At the same time, it was quite beneficial for him. He loved to slip into your closet and wait for the sounds of your vibrator to fill the room followed by your moans. The lewd sounds you made when you thought you were alone seemed like music to his ears. He always jotted down the date and exact time he heard the vibrator, this information would come in handy soon. 

After two weeks of wearing the heart monitor, you handed it over to Getou who told you it would take another week to analyze the data. This wasn't exactly true though. It would probably only take a few days to check for any arrhythmias, but that was not of interest to him. The data Getou sought was related to that list of dates and times he had collected earlier. By looking over the continuously recorded metrics during the times when you masturbated, he could watch the way your heart rate had spiked, the peaks when you came, and its slow return back to baseline when you had thoroughly pleasured yourself. 

His dick grew hard as he looked at the EKG readings in front of him, remembering the noises of sexual satisfaction you made. He began to rub his cock through his pants as he continued to line up your times of self-pleasure with the information from the heart monitor. Getou could feel the pre-cum leaking out of his tip wetting his trunks. Eventually, he decided to stay on the data from one of your various sessions and allow himself to finish. 

It felt below him to jerk off, but right now he didn’t care. Grabbing a box of tissues, he sat back down and allowed his erection to spring free. He spit into his hand for good measure before slowly starting to stroke his throbbing cock. Due to the prior stimulation and the level of arousal he was feeling, it didn’t take long for Getou to reach his point of climax. What helped push him over the edge, sending ropes of cum into the tissues he got, was the slight drop in heart rate after you orgasmed followed shortly by another spike as you chased that high again. As he wiped off the semen from his dick, he made a mental note to call you first thing tomorrow and schedule your follow-up appointment. 

Only a few days later you were seated in his exam room once again. His face was stern as he looked you in the eyes and lied, “your heart monitor revealed prolonged QT intervals. This is a dangerous arrhythmia that can spontaneously cause ventricular fibrillation which can be fatal.” You sat there stunned, unsure of what to say or how to react. Getou continued, “There is an injection I can give you that should help. If you would like, I can give you the first dose today.” Your brain still hadn’t processed the news you had just received, but you nodded your head before confirming, “yes, I would like to have the first dose today.” “Alright then, I will go grab it if you would like to roll up your sleeve.” 

He came back a few minutes later carrying a tray with the syringe, an alcohol pad, and a bandaid. “I just want to warn you,” Getou cautioned as he put on his gloves, “this injection can cause people to pass out sometimes, so don’t be alarmed if you start to feel dizzy, just lay down and let me know.” You nodded in understanding and tried your best not to flinch when the needle pushed its way into your arm. For the first few minutes after the injection, you felt fine. Getou was able to clean up and dispose of everything, but then the room started to spin. You laid back and your vision started to get spotty, “Doctor Getou” was all you managed to squeak out before everything went black.  

So sweet and trusting. Suguru looked at your unconscious body in the rearview mirror on his windshield, you looked so innocent laid across the backseat of his car. In a different life, he could have had the future he dreamed of with you. As your doctor, however, he was sworn to do what was best for you and to do no harm. In order to abide by these principles, Suguru needed to move you to a different facility where he could do what he deemed necessary. “Don’t worry, darling. Soon you’ll be cured.”

You awoke disoriented. Despite the fact that your eyes were closed, you could tell you weren’t in the clinic anymore. The sensation of an IV in your hand caught your attention and you wondered if you were in the hospital. You didn’t have time to question it for long when you heard Suguru’s voice, “I really don’t know if you can hear me, but I hope you can.” You tried to turn your head in the direction of his voice, but you found yourself unable to move. “The sedatives and paralytics in your IV drip are just enough to keep you from being awake and able to move, but not to the point where you need a ventilator.” You could hear him moving around the room as he continued to talk. “As your doctor, I only want what is best for you, and I know you know this. I love you dearly, but the oath I took when I graduated from medical school comes first.” Your mind was swimming, trying to understand what was happening and what Suguru was going on about.   

He paused for a minute, letting out a heavy sigh “I just want you to know that the data from your heart monitor will forever serve as a reminder of you, and every time I finish to those perfect EKG waves, I’ll be picturing your beautiful face.” You wanted to crawl out of your skin. How could he say that? Your thoughts continued to race. “I think it’s time we say goodbye now.” A feeling of terror consumed you. “I’m glad I was able to create a plan to cure you, not many doctors out there would care enough about their patients to go to the extreme lengths I am going to for you. The best part about this cure is that it is completely painless. One injection of about 30mg of morphine and everything will be better.” His voice sounded almost cheery. 

The next sensation you felt was a needle pricking your inner elbow and viscous liquid being injected slowly into your vein. “There we go, treatment administered.” After disposing of the syringe in the sharps box, he quickly returned to your side. Your skin was turning pale and the heart monitor began to beep as your heartbeat and breathing rate fell dangerously low. He muted the monitor. Nothing was going to disturb the two of you in these final moments. 

He reached for your hand, it felt cold as he held it, gently running his thumb over your knuckles in a soothing motion. You wanted to open your eyes, your mouth, ANYTHING. You wanted to scream. Your brain was becoming too foggy to even remember how screaming worked, even if it did, it wouldn't matter though and you knew that. It was almost like Getou could read your mind, and as your ears started to ring and the world crumbled away, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, softly cooing, “Shhh. Don't worry, no harm will ever come to you again.”

[unspoken-blossomed-feelings]

{Feeling overwhelmingly single around your (allegedly) single friends.}

🌸 Chan ft. Jisung, Minho & gn!reader

🌸 content: valentine's day(?)

🌸 wc: 603

🌸 warnings: mention of food (popcorn)

> February, 2020🌸

This group of four single friends will attend the Valentine's Day fair, and we'll have lots of fun. At least, that's what Jisung had said, and Chan ended up agreeing to tag along with the rest. However, as he found himself walking around the fair with Minho, Jisung, and you, Chan wondered if maybe, just maybe, he should have considered a little more the offer.

     There were couples everywhere, some sharing gentle moments, and others that definitively didn’t care about their levels of pda, but it wasn’t something uncommon. Everyone would expect to face those situations when attending a Valentine's Day fair because people are diverse, and so are the way in which they show their love. Nevertheless, what Chan didn't expect was to face the couple-stuff right in front of him, making it impossible to ignore.

"I'm feeling overwhelmingly single right now," Chan complained with a pout, getting Jisung to look at him with narrowed eyes.

"What's that even supposed to mean?” Jisung asked, covering his mouth to finish eating the popcorn in his mouth before he could keep talking, “We're literally all single friends in a fair!"

"Yeah, like I get it, there's plenty of couples going around here, but we came to have a good time," you added after Jisung's comment, trying to remind the reason why all of you had attended the fair in the first place: games and good food.

     Chan looked at you perplexed. Were you really telling him that whilst Minho was feeding Jisung some of the popcorn that you were holding? What about the fact that Minho’s free arm was linked with one of yours?

"Uh, yeah, the couples surrounding us, that's what I was talking about," nodding his head, Chan tried his best to avoid the wide smile that wanted to appear on his face. He had to admit it was slightly funny that the three of you were so oblivious about your clingy behaviour.

     Then, you handed the popcorn to Minho and left his side to get to Chan’s side. "Don't mind the couples. I'll win a plushie for you, the biggest and fluffiest one because you're like a teddy bear."

     “Yah! What about my plushie? You promised you would win one for me too. If you don’t, I’ll tell Soonie, Doongie, and Dori you lied.”

     “Hey, don’t get my children into this. I know what I promised, so I’ll win your plushie too, and one for Jisung as well.”

     Before Minho could start discussing how you were trying to take his children away, Chan left your side to walk towards Minho and embrace him tightly, the wide smile displayed on his face allowing you to know how much he loved hugging Minho right away.

“I don’t really care about the plushie as long as I get to hug Minho.”

In response, Minho frowned, as he knew there was no way Chan would let go of him willingly. “Why me? Hug Jisung instead.”

“But your hugs are the best!”

As Minho tried to get away from Chan, Jisung and you took pictures of the two of them, laughing at how Minho looked like a rabbit that had been caught by a smiley teddy bear. It was easy to tell that Minho was only pretending to be annoyed, specially when a smile was trying to break through.

“Alright Chan, enjoy your date with Min,” you said as Jisung waved good-bye before the two of you started walking away, leaving behind a smiley Chan with a very surprised Minho.

“Yah! You can’t leave me like this! I’m taking your Soonie, Doongie, and Dori privileges away.”

A/N: It's been so long since I updated my series timeline for the last time, so I had to post something soon. So, here I am with 1/2 posts for Valentine's Day, just because(?) If anyone gets to read this, I hope you're having a peaceful day :) Happy Valentine's Day! - Sophie🌱 unspoken-blossomed-feelings🌱

[wowbright]

Fic: I’ll Always Belong to You

Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2023: “Time of My Life” from Dirty Dancing (Day 14 prompt)

Words: ~2400 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Kurt loves his birthday present from Blaine.

I’m back with more vignettes from my Mormon!Klaine universe for Klaine Valentines 2023! This vignette takes place in the post-mission-conference arc, between dinner with the lesbians and Blaine coming out to Kurt. I’ve decided Lead, Kindly Light takes place on Kurt’s birthday, so it’s directly after/the evening of that fic.

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost. (Klaine Valentines 2023 posts are bold and italicized.)

Notes:

Thanks to @redheadgleek, @flower29power, and @gaazhagens for Sound of Music help

Play list of a few German Sound of Music songs/scenes

German movie lyrics to Do-Re-Mi

PDF lyrics to “Ich bleibe dein immerzu” (German movie version of “Something Good”)

Other links are in the text

Other notes in tags

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“Have you enjoyed your birthday so far?” Blaine asked as they entered the apartment.

“Are you kidding? I’ve had the time of my life!” Kurt set his bag down on the floor and bounded over to the loveseat, flopping onto it with complete abandon, his arms draped over one end, his feet dangling off the other. “Allgäu, cows, the investigators cancelling their appointment—”

“You're really not disappointed about that at all, are you?” Blaine asked as he took off his shoes. He wasn't disappointed that Kurt wasn't disappointed; actually, it rather pleased him. Through most of their companionship, Kurt had been such a workaholic and an absolute stickler for the rules. But tonight, instead of insisting that they knock on doors to make up for some high schoolers canceling on them, he let Blaine treat him to dinner before watching the sunset on the Danube. It had felt, at least to Blaine, almost like a date.

“Nope,” Kurt said. “They just want to research us for their religion class, anyway. And if they did want to join the church, they’re too young to do that without parental approval. How many Bavarian parents are going to be like, ‘Sure, kid, screw the Catholic Church. Go join the Mormons’?”

“How many Bavarian parents actually care that much about the Catholic Church?” He lifted Kurt’s legs like a tollgate to join his companion on the couch, then lowered them across his lap once he was seated.

“Just enough to distrust everything else,” Kurt said without acrimony. He sighed and stretched his arms above his head, wiggling his torso like he was trying to get some kink out of his muscles. “But I suppose it is unusual for me not to feel dejected about a cancellation. Guess I'm officially getting trunky.”

Blaine felt his heart sink in his chest. He hated being reminded that Kurt was leaving soon. All day, he'd managed to pretend that it was never going to happen. Allgäu and the Donau had been paradise, but now Kurt was kicking them out. “You still have a month to go," Blaine said. “Can't afford to be trunky yet.”

Kurt poked Blaine’s thigh with his toe. “I've been such a perfect missionary for twenty-three straight months. All I need to do now is endure to the end. That's what the scriptures say, isn't it? ‘Endure to the end,’ not ‘excel to the end.’”

Blaine chuckled. “That is indeed what they say.”

“I'll do my best not to turn lazy for your sake, though,” Kurt added seriously.

“You don't have to worry about that,” Blaine said. “It's a little known fact, but I actually like spending time with you, whether we're proselytizing or not.” He looked into Kurt's eyes, and Kurt looked into his, studying his face, as if looking for the meaning between the words.

Blaine wanted so desperately for Kurt to find it. Because there was no way Blaine was going to say it out loud. Not when he was so unsure how Kurt would respond. And not on Kurt’s birthday, when everything had been so lovely and perfect and magical. Blaine couldn't risk breaking something so beautiful.

“Your birthday isn't over,” Blaine said. “I didn't manage to secretly bake you a multitiered lemon cake, but I do have something else for you.”

“Oh?” Kurt perked up, clearly curious. “Allgäu, dinner—you don’t think I’ve been spoiled enough?”

“Of course not. Your birthday’s not over yet, is it?” Blaine scooted out from under Kurt’s legs and went into the bedroom to fish his suitcase out from under his bed.

“So that’s where you hide the presents.” Kurt was standing in the doorway, watching Blaine, making absolutely no effort to hide his eagerness to find out what Blaine had in his suitcase. It was adorable.

“That's where I hid this one,” Blaine said, retrieving a small package wrapped in a scenic photo of Kyoto from a magazine in Dani’s recycling pile. It had made Blaine think of Kurt because they’d joked once about going to Japan to visit the train station where a cat was in charge—only Blaine hadn't exactly been joking. He’d meant it. He wanted to meet that cat and, wherever he went, he wanted Kurt to be with him.

Kurt probably didn't even remember that conversation. But that was okay. The photo was beautiful in its own right.

“Oh!” Kurt squealed when Blaine handed the package to him. “I love getting presents.” He dropped onto his bed and examined the square. It was probably obvious to him from the shape that a CD was inside, but he acted like it was the most mysterious object he’d ever held. “Hey! That’s Japan! Is this the place with the cat train conductor that we’re going to visit when you’re done with your mission and I’ve saved anough money to take a jaunt through Asia?”

“That’s Kyoto,” Blaine said, his heart on the verge of exploding. “The cat is in Wakayama. But they’re not too far apart. Maybe a hundred miles? We could definitely visit both of them.”

“How do you know so much about Japan?”

Blaine shrugged. “There might have been a map in that same magazine I pulled the picture from.”

Kurt clucked his tongue. “Elder Anderson, reading unapproved materials. I might have to talk to the mission president about this,” he said in a tone that meant he definitely was not going to talk to the mission president about it.

God help me, Blaine thought. Kurt was so sexy when he feigned disapproval.

Blaine dropped down next to him, the mattress bouncing from the new weight. “So are you going to open it or not? The suspense is killing me.”

“Whose birthday is it?” Kurt said with a smirk. But he did unwrap it. “Meine Lieder, meine Träume,” he read as he revealed the top of the CD cover. “Wait. Is this … Oh my gosh! It is!” Kurt flung his arms around Blaine and hugged the breath out of him.

It was the German soundtrack to The Sound of Music. Blaine had found it in a music store in Munich during the mission conference, and it had immediately struck him as the perfect gift for his companion.

“Is it because this is the musical of my namesake, Kurt von Trapp?” Kurt asked, squeezing Blaine’s arm.

Blaine giggled. He couldn't help it. Kurt was so delightful. Blaine must have sounded like a hopelessly besotted schoolboy. “Partly. But also because I think I've heard you sing almost every single song from the soundtrack in the shower at some point.”

“Of course I have! Because it’s the best musical on earth! It’s got romance, found family, and a half-hour public service announcement against Nazis!” Kurt excitedly opened the liner notes. “And it has a lyrics insert!”

Kurt was a force of nature. He grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him into the living room. It wasn't long before the CD player was removed from its hiding place and plugged into the wall, and Kurt and Blaine were on the loveseat with the liner notes between them, learning the German lyrics to “The Sound of Music”: Along the valleys sounds the song of mountains, the most beautiful song far from our time.

Of course, they didn’t stay on the loveseat for long. One cannot easily sing with gusto while sitting down (the downstairs apartment was empty, and the living room wall faced outside, so they didn't have to worry about disturbing the neighbors unless they got really loud), and dancing is made easier by standing. They pondered how to confront the problem of Maria, recited their favorite things, and learned entirely new mnemonics for the do-re-mi scale (do was not doe, a female deer, but the first syllable in the name of the Donau River; ray was not a drop of golden sun, but Reh, a hoofed herbivore that lived in high-altitude forests; and ti wasn’t ti at all, but si—what passes in Rome for “yes”).

They sang sometimes, and danced sometimes, and occasionally engaged in friendly arguments about the meaning of the lyrics and whether they were good translations.

Blaine collapsed on the loveseat when the Ländler began. He loved this part of the movie, when little Kurt von Trapp asks Maria to teach him the waltz-like dance and Captain von Trapp steps in to demonstrate. It's the first moment the audience knows for sure that the Captain and Maria are falling in love.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Kurt asked, his eyebrows quirked in challenge.

“Sitting down?”

“For the Ländler? You can’t sit for the Ländler. It has the name of an actual dance in its title.”

"But I don't know the steps," Blaine said.

“But I do,” said Kurt, bowing slightly and holding out one hand. “Elder Anderson, will you do me the honor of this dance?”

“Well, if you put it that way, Elder Hummel.” Blaine felt giddy. He wasn’t a Disney prince—Kurt was. Blaine was Arielle, woozy with infatuation. Still, he managed to stand and return the bow, then slot his hand into Kurt’s.

Kurt rested his free hand on Blaine’s waist and guided him through the dance. Two hops and a turn. Two hops and a turn. Kurt was right. It wasn't that hard—or, rather, Kurt made it easy. He was an expert lead, guiding with gestures and subtle movements, never forcing Blaine’s body into an unexpected pose. Their bodies returned naturally to each other after every separation. And though the space they were in was tiny, Kurt somehow made it feel huge, like they had the entire world under their feet and could dance wherever their hearts led them.

Blaine fell into the dance like he was falling into Kurt, every minute of every day.

The Ländler ended, but they continued dancing in the silence between songs, through the silliness of “So Long, Farewell” and the joy of “Climb Every Mountain,” and Blaine was so caught up in the music and the lyrics and the feeling of being held in Kurt’s arms that he completely forgot what was coming next until it did—the languid love song where Captain von Trapp and Maria finally admit their feelings to each other.

Nun stehst du hier und du sagst „Liebe mich,“ was ich so gerne tu, So nimm mich und mach du uns glücklich, ich bleibe dein immerzu

(Now you stand here and say, "Love me," which I so gladly do, So take me and make us happy, I'll always belong to you)

Kurt slowed, but didn’t stop or let Blaine go. His eyes were on Blaine’s, clear and fearless. It was like being serenaded. It was like being loved.

Blaine inched slowly closer, testing the waters, waiting for Kurt to stop him. But Kurt didn’t. And now Blaine’s cheek was on Kurt's shoulder and both of Kurt’s arms were around his waist, and they were slow dancing in the living room, the whole world beyond them nothing but a dream.

Blaine sang along. Ich bleibe dein immerzu. Kurt could choose to understand or not. It wasn't in Blaine’s control.

And then he heard Kurt singing back, felt the vibrations of the words in his scalp as Kurt pressed his cheek pressed against the top of Blaine’s head: Nun stehst du hier und du sagst „Liebe mich,“ was ich so gerne tu. Blaine’s fingers flexed into Kurt’s back. He should say it. Liebe mich, Kurt. Liebe mich. That was the thing, wasn't it? He had told Kurt he loved him so many times that Kurt couldn't hear it for what it was. But if he said, Love me, Kurt, please. I need you to love me in every way you know how—then maybe Kurt would finally understand.

Als du kamst, da war ich selig, so wie du. So nimm mich und mach du uns glücklich, ich bleibe dein immerzu.

(You are blessed, and when you came into my life, I was, too. So take me and make us happy, I'll always belong to you.)

The music stopped. Blaine’s heart sped up. But Kurt’s arms were still around him, giving him strength. He could do this. He could say this. He lifted his eyes to Kurt’s, and Kurt was looking back at him as if he already knew.

“Kurt—”

Bang. Bang. Bang. “Elders! It's me, Dani! I heard you come in earlier and I have something for Elder Hummel’s birthday!”

“You told her about my birthday?” Kurt said incredulously. His arms were still on Blaine’s waist, but he had stepped back, his chest no longer warming Blaine’s.

Blaine bit his bottom lip to keep from swearing. “When I told her we were going to Allgäu. I didn’t think she’d do something about it.”

Kurt smiled softly. “It’s okay. I am the one who said I like presents.” And with that, he halfway across the room. “Coming, Dani!”

Kurt swung the door open. Dani stood there with a plate of cupcakes in one hand, her girlfriend at her shoulder, and Stürmchen at her ankles. “They’re chocolate. We were going to try something really fancy like Black Forest cake, but then I remembered you guys don't drink alcohol, and I wasn't sure if the kirsch counted. So just plain chocolate with chocolate frosting. We taste-tested a few and can guarantee that they are not terrible. But if you think they are, just throw them away, don't let Stürmchen eat any. Her birthday gift to you is her presence. You can have her overnight if you like. I know how much it kills you not to be able to have your own cat. Besides, the last couple nights she's been trying to sleep on top of my head and it drives me crazy.”

Stürmchen was already inside the apartment, rubbing herself all over Kurt’s ankles. Blaine found himself feeling jealous of the cat.

He took a deep breath. This was for the best. Today was Kurt’s day, not his. It wasn’t Blaine’s place to ask him for anything. It was a time to celebrate Kurt, and love him as much as Kurt would allow.

If Kurt wanted more, he would let Blaine know.

[kitchenisking]

DAY 1

Hello Amazing People! as I said before RL has been a bitch and im late on my schedule to upload but here its is! First day of passover! im going to do the same thing I did last year. the recs will be posted in the evening signifying the start of the day as per jewish law. To everyone who celebrates have a happy and kosher holiday! to everyone else happy easter (im not sure when it is or was sorry🙈). Love you all❤️

All of me uncharted by ANTchan - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13351, sterek)

I have this fantasy.

And maybe it's Stiles' favorite one. And maybe it's been buzzing under his skin for the longest time. So he makes a post about it. There’s nothing shameful about that. That's what blogs like this are for. He expects most of the responses he gets - the supporters, the enthusiasts, the creeps.

But the simple message: Would you trust me to give you that?

After that, all bets are off.

Up Against the Wall by selecasharp - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1849, sterek)

Stiles's first time with Derek doesn't go quite like he'd imagined. But he is so completely okay with that.

Honest Mistake by E_Scribble - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4496, sterek)

In which Stiles accidentally stumbles into the wrong apartment and meets a very grumpy tenant. Thrice.

I Thought You Would Like That by Emela - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7325, sterek)

Yeah, that was pretty bad, but what was worse was having spent the last three years pretending to hate Stiles, because it was better than being the guy who failed at emotions and got rejected for them, and now Derek was locked in the same room as him under the promise they would only be let out when they “did something about their sexual tension”.

Derek and Stiles get locked in a room together at an office Christmas party and end doing something about all that unresolved sexual tension.

Mine by Destiel_Sabriel - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 584, sterek)

Derek and Stiles have sex, knotting ensues.

All You Ever Needed to Know About Knotting by orphan_account - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4781, sterek)

Derek had started reading the column by accident. Really, reading strangers’ questions about knotting and heat had never really appealed to him. However, at that point in time, he was a little desperate.

And he was right: most of the questions submitted by anonymous readers didn’t appeal to him. The answers, though, did.

(Or: In which Stiles writes an advice column about knotting and Derek is smitten. Also they're neighbors.)

Focal Point by gremlins-came-and-got-me (Scared_Beings_in_the_Dark), PalenDrome (nerdherderette) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7040, sterek)

Stiles lets out a choked groan. He bends down to mouth the crook of Derek’s neck, his blunt teeth clamping down in an imitation of a claiming bite. The pressure is firm yet non-threatening, and Derek feels his heartbeat slow.

“Please,” Derek gasps. 

He doesn’t say ‘Alpha’, but it’s damn close.

Fire and Brimstone by StaciNadia - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3260, sterek)

Derek accidentally summons a demon.

When the Dust Settles (I'll Still Love You) by mysecretashes - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 23764, sterek)

Stiles had imagined his first time many different ways, but never like this.

Valentine's Day Candy in Aisle Four by linksofmemories_archive - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 8998, sterek)

“It’s so commercialist, and all it does is bring people down who don’t have a special someone.”

“Basically.”

“Are you two seriously discussing your hatred of Valentine’s Day when a man with a gun is walking around the store?”

[johnnyslittlemonster]

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I was tagged by @rindecision 😁

(Explicit) Sunshine Of My Lifetime - Harringgrove

“What’s got your panties in a twist, Harrington?”

(Mature) Just A Full Tank Away From Freedome - GreatWise

“Are you sure you don’t want to come stay with me? I mean, my apartment is about as big as a shoe box, but we could make it work.” Jonathan offered.

(Explicit) A Valentine's Day Ronance - Robin/Nancy

“You’ve been so good for me, love.” Nancy praised before attaching her lips to Robin’s neck again.

(Teen) I'll be your king and your queen, whatever you want me to be - GreatWise

The interviewer, Katie, looked all too happy with the things she had written down on her page.

(G) And you can't touch my brother, And you can't keep my friends - Steve & Gareth, Steddie

“Okay Munson, what's the deal?” Gareth asked with a raised eyebrow.

(G) And in the end I'll do it all again. I think you're my best friend. Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright? - Dustin & Eddie

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked as he pulled into the driveway of the Henderson house.

(Explicit) Church - Argyle/Jonathan

The only thing Jonathan could think of was the beauty of the man between his knees.

(Teen) Time After Time - Robin/Nancy

“Nance?” Robin’s voice sounded wobbly and distraught; Nancy’s heckles raised instantly.

(Explicit) I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul? - Steddie

“Come on Dingus, it’s only for a few weeks! He just- Wayne works like three time as much as us and he’s worried about Eddie being alone for all of that time.”

(Teen) Stand up fucking tall, Don’t let them see your back, And take my fucking hand, And never be afraid again. - Robin & Billy

Something caught Billy’s attention out of the corner of his eye as he walked around the bar, doing a general once over for any potential drunk problems.

Pretend I'm cool enough to have people to tag here (spoiler alert, I'm not)

[honeymochibubbletea]

Hey my dearies! Everything’s good? I hope so! >:3

I wanted to make an experimental post: and since it’s Valentine’s Day (no, no it’s not. Yes, yes… i know, but i wanted to make this and i am NOT going to wait another whole ass year to make this soooo… just pretend it’s Valentine’s Day… okay? Good) i was going to do a dating simulator through some posts!

And our two participants would be Charlie and Dr. Phantasmo as Helltaker versions of themselves!

(Why am i doing this? Because, first: i wanted to see if this little “game” works and second: because when Fluffpillow and Jencil the pencil made these versions of their characters as Helltaker’s characters, i thought: “hmm… it sure would be interesting if someone made a dating sim mod with those two” but then i remembered that i don’t know how to make a video game neither a mod soooo… yeah)

(Images above belong to both @fluffffpillow and @jencilthepencil)

“You have woken up after a strange dream: you basically had a harem of demons… and now, you suddenly felt like going down into hell to find some demons gals and guys for your harem: yup, that feels right.

As you were fighting some monsters and solving some puzzles, you suddenly bumped into Phantasmo, the trial demon:”

Phantasmo: Ah, a human… say, why and how on earth did you came down here?

“The demon said with disdain and amusement in his voice, while lifting you off the ground with his tail.

You explain that you were looking for some demons for your harem. He laughs at you and says:”

Phantasmo: HA! So you’re one of those people… and oh, oh! Let me guess: you want ME to join your harem~?

“You nodded your head. He laughed even more:”

Phantasmo: and WHY should I join your stupid harem? Hmm~?

Option number one: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742722952964997122/yn-you-look-like-the-kind-of-guy-who-likes-to

Option number two: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742724336168943616/yn-uhh-i-could-make-some-coffee-and-cookies

“After you choose carefully and perfectly your response, Phantasmo agreed to go with you! Yippee! :D

As you solved more puzzles and fought more monsters (some you might even tried to flirt with and Phantasmo wasn’t helping you because he be like that (an asshole) and he was too “busy” laughing at your attempts)

You have bumped into Charlie, the justice demon:”

Charlie: Heh, so you’re the one who’s trying to invite demons into your harem, huh? Yeah, i’ve heard about ya. But guess what? You’ll have to try harder than just offering me something~ ;)

Option number one: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742759511994040320/yn-flowers-are-red-and-violets-are-blue-baby

Option number two: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742758635360419840/yn-i-can-show-you-a-very-good-time-baby-gir

“After you thought that you have won Charlie’s heart, she interrupts your celebration:”

Charlie: But! Under one condition: HE has to go. It’s either me or him champ.

“Charlie pointed at Phantasmo while giving him a death glare. She then crossed her arms and looked at you with a “so? Who are you going to choose?” look:”

Path number one: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742771490938863616/phantasmo

Path number two: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742773318474760192/charlie

Path number three: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742775131774058496/both

Aaaaaand that’s it my dearies! I really hope you all liked this little “game”! Bu-byeeeee~☆

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector’s Edition: A Happy Family (or Curated Baroness Blixen’s S9)

“According To” is a separate branch on the Collector’s Edition tree: instead of an author highlight, I want to construct an author’s (loose) timeline, set to my own personal chronological order. But feel free to read it this Inception-esque take-on-a-take-on-a-take however you want.   

(Note: These will be formatted differently, because this list is basically a Google Doc’s copy-paste; HOWEVER, I buffed it a bit so that it didn’t look crusty.) 

Baroness Blixen is one of the best at writing famfic, because her stories ring true (with the right touch of fluff and deep contemplation.) I cannot sing her praises enough, but I’ll stop so you can read for yourself. 

Here we go!

Post Existence-- Mulder watches Will sleep, and has never felt this content

Post Existence-- Mulder tells baby Will about how fell in love with Scully 

Post Existence-- Mulder pumped and contemplative over his new role. He feels ready to conquer the world; but Scully knows sleep is more important. 

Post Existence-- Maggie holds Will, and is amused at Papa Bear Mulder  

Post Existence-- Mulder feels useless as father. Scully assures him he’s a good father, accidents are accidents. “Love you to the moon and back.” 

Poor Mulder loses the grocery list and spirals in self-doubt. Little boy finds it for him. He still forgot eggs. 

ESTJ is back to work; but is scared, jealous that stay-at-home Mulder might get bored and leave. He assures her he’s happy. (Ao3)  

ESTJ finds Mulder and Will asleep on couch. She ends up joining them. 

Christmas Season-- Baby Will fascinated by ornaments. Mulder and Scully sing Silent Night to him; then all three fall asleep under tree. (Ao3) 

Christmas Eve-- 3AM, and Scully lets her nocturnal boys do their thing. (Ao3) 

Take Your Kid to Work Day; and Scully is content to show off her charming boys. (Ao3) 

Bait and switch about Mulder leaving: he’s afraid to leave Will and go back to work. Scully practical about all choices involved. 

Will crying on plane; Mulder figures out he wants to move. 

Will refuses to eat gross peas. Mulder is decorated until Scully returns. (Ao3)

Mulder and Scully’s moment is ruined again by bees. Will recovers, is fine. (Ao3)

ESTJ frightened by Will’s Flukeman toy, and Mulder is amused. 

Mulder’s Birthday-- He pretends to propose in his sleep; Scully shocked, amused. (Ao3) 

Mulder’s writing is interrupted by Will’s request to bake cookies. Flour accident. (Ao3) 

Will catches Mulder wrapping present; but is satisfied with his excuse.  (Ao3) 

Little Will wakes Mulder because “IT’S THE ALIEUMS.” Scully amused. (Ao3)

ESTJ has no energy, Will wants ice cream, and Mulder is sent home from nap mid conference. 

Will and Mulder fall asleep on couch waiting up for Scully.  (Ao3)

Will’s 1st day of school-- Mulder and Scully taking it hard. (Ao3) 

Mulder and Scully feel odd shopping without Will, but still have fun. 

Scully is at a conference, and Mulder tries to keep Will’s spirits up. 

Scully reassures anxious Will that Mulder won’t be in danger at new job. (Ao3) 

Mulder worn down from work and parenting. Maggie gives them break. (Ao3) 

Mulder touched by Will’s homemade card. 

Will is so proud to make a pie for Maggie. (Ao3) 

Will afraid he’ll miss Christmas morning. Mulder promises he won’t. (Ao3)

Scully amused Will learned wrong shoe-trying technique from watching Mulder. 

Will and Mulder play “the floor is lava.” Scully comes home to chaos. (Ao3) 

Skinner looking after Will, hopes he doesn’t follow his parents’ footsteps.  

Will and Mulder make, break, and fix gingerbread house. (Ao3) 

Will fear of Chupacabra turns to disgust when Scully debunks its reality. (Ao3)

Teenager Will is bummed out. Mulder brings donuts, guides him through Valentine Day’s worries.  (Ao3) 

We all need to a little fluff cardiac arrest from time to time-- join me. >:)

Enjoy!