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anonymousewrites · 2 months

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A Good Day for Death Valentine's Day Special 2024

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Ordinarily, Wednesday wasn’t a fan of Valentine’s Day. It was too sappy for her, and romance wasn’t her thing. That being said, everyone else being out on dates or with friends meant that Nevermore was quiet, and if there was one thing Wednesday liked, it was solitude.

She could come out of her dorm with her typewriter to work on her novel without being bothered. She finished her work for the day, packed away her typewriter, and walked towards the library to pick out a book to read.

Wednesday paused as she passed a hallway full of empty classrooms. Sounds echoed out from within, music and singing with a mysterious tune. Wednesday wasn’t someone to not investigate, so she walked down the corridor and arrived at a classroom. She looked in and saw the projector turned on and playing an animated movie. The character on screen sang dramatically, the sound reverberating through the silent school.

“Our son will be married, According to plan.”

Wednesday glanced between the unique animation and looked at the desks at the front of the room. She was a bit surprised to see (Y/N) alone. They were leaning on their hands while watching the movie.

“(Y/N)?” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) started and turned. They smiled when they noticed who it was. “Oh, hi, Wednesday!” They reached over and paused the movie. “How are you?”

“I thought everyone had gone out for the holiday,” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) shrugged. “All of my friends had dates.”

“I do not,” said Wednesday.

“We’re friends?” said (Y/N) teasingly.

“By the typical definition, I suppose,” said Wednesday, but she knew that they were. And, of course, she had a crush on (Y/N), but that was neither here nor there (another lie).

(Y/N) grinned. “Whatever you say!” They tilted their head. “What are you up to today while everyone else is out?”

“I worked on my novel,” said Wednesday, walking farther down in the room to the row of desks (Y/N) sat out.

“That’s cool. I just slept in, wrote a few melancholy poems about love—very ‘tragic poet’ of me, I know—and came in here to watch a movie,” said (Y/N). “Do you want to join me? If you’re not going to do anything.”

“I had planned to read,” said Wednesday.

“Oh, well, then, have fun,” said (Y/N), a little (lot) disappointed that Wednesday didn’t want to hang out. They knew their crush wasn’t exactly a people-person in any sense of the word, but they had hoped maybe she’d want to spend time with them since they were both alone and friends.

“…How long is this movie?” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) brightened. “A little over an hour.”

Wednesday pretended to consider, but she already knew she was going to stay. (Y/N)’s companionship was nice, and a nice moment alone with her crush would be…pleasant since usually Wednesday was also around other people.

“I will still have time to read,” decided Wednesday. “I’ll stay.” She sat down at the desk next to (Y/N). “What are we watching?”

“Corpse Bride,” said (Y/N). “It’s a fun Tim Burton musical. It’s on the spooky side. My mom and I watched it a lot growing up.”

“Is it a love story?” asked Wednesday.

“Yeah, but it’s got ghosts and murder and mystery, so you’ll enjoy it, too,” said (Y/N).

“You chose something you thought I would enjoy?” said Wednesday, not missing anything.

(Y/N)’s cheeks warmed, and they chuckled nervously. “Well, you know, I knew you’d be in Nevermore, so I thought I’d choose something you’d enjoy in case you came in.”

Wednesday felt the now-familiar—but still disturbing—warmth enter her chest at (Y/N)’s consideration. “That’s…unusual.”

“To think of my friend?” (Y/N) laughed. “You need to get more friends, Wednesday.”

“I don’t have an affinity for people,” said Wednesday.

“Neither do I,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “I guess we make sense together, then. Two people not great with others but okay with each other.”

Wednesday allowed herself a smile. “I suppose so.” She steeled her features and faced the screen. “Now, how much have I missed?”

“Oh, not much! The movie just started. Basically, what you need to know is…” (Y/N) began to ramble.

Wednesday had to fight not to stare at them as they spoke so passionately and happily. It was pleasant to watch them be so happy and bright. Wednesday knew they were right: she and (Y/N) worked well together. They understood each other well, and Wednesday liked that (Y/N) was her friend. And it was nice to know they felt the same way.

It was amusing that neither knew they felt the same in another way.

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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The Sun, Sky and Beyond (Moon Knight x reader): Valentine’s Day Special

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY BABIES <3 There’s nothing in this world greater than love and so may love find you in every aspect of your lives! Here’s a little day with the moon boys xxx

Word Count: 2.4k of fluff

You squint at the light that hit your eyes as you woke up to the sound of birds twittering outside your flat. You could smell the sunlight as it warmed the sheets, creating a comforting little bubble around you. You stretched your arm out only to find the space beside you empty. You hum and turn over onto the boys’ side, twisting your neck so that you could inhale their sweet familiar scent, grinning to yourself. The corner of the bed dipped slightly and your smile deepened, as their presence wrapped you in their embrace without them even laying a finger on you.

“Pst, baby, wake up.” Steven’s British drawl met your ears and greeted your brain with a shot of dopamine.

You stretched your arm towards him and beckoned him to join you. You feel the mattress move around you as he crawls over you and gently lays on top of you, the heaviness of his full body weight cracking and popping your sleepy joints. You groaned and laughed as Steven traced your neck with his nose, peppering tiny kisses in its wake.

“Let’s stay here forever, please?” you mumble as you run your hands through his unruly hair that was feathery soft and fluffy with sleep.

“I’d love that … but we have plans, love.” Steven whispered between kisses.

“We can still carry out ‘plans’ in bed, angel” you grinned as Steven slowly lifted his head from your neck.

“Now listen to me you little devil, don’t you dare tempt me with your tricks!” He feigned shock. “I’m left with no choice, I’ll have to banish the devil with my own hands.”

You gasped as one of Steven’s hands collected yours at the wrist and pinned it above your head before digging his fingers into your side. Steven knew all of your sweet spots and his skilled fingers tickled away, making you yelp and scream like a hyena. One of his legs pinned yours down, immobilizing you and you had to admit defeat before you peed yourself.

“OKAY, I’LL LISTEN!” you squealed when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Steven let go and brought his hands up to your face, brushing your hair away from your eyes with a smile.

“That’s my good girl. When we get back, we’ll most definitely listen to your plans, okay?” Steven smirked cheekily before giving you one last kiss and pulling you up with him.

“I do have a question for you though.” He says as he pulls you to the edge of the bed and kneels down on both knees in front of you.You raise your eyebrows to prompt him to continue. He reaches out and you think he's going to tuck your hair behind your ear but he pulls out three roses leaving you bewildered.

“Will you, my love, be our valentine?” Steven says, wiggling his eyebrows.

There was a pregnant pause as you stared at Steven. In that few seconds, you had a quaint realization that you were the luckiest human on the planet. Not many people are blessed with a loving partner, but you? You were blessed, not with one, but with three. Your heart ran itself on overdrive as it tried to pump blood cells into your brain for you to answer Steven’s question.

“Of course,” you breathed. “Of course I’ll be your valentine, all three of you.”

You were blushing and you swear Steven could feel your cheeks burning from where he knelt when he gave you a big toothy grin. You hid your face in your hands and felt like a schoolgirl for a second.

“Oh no, darling, what’s wrong?” Steven says, gently prying your hands from your face.

It’s not like you forgot it was Valentine’s Day, it’s just that today was the first time anyone had asked you to be their Valentine. After a whirlwind few months of dating your best friend, happiness you felt had infatuated you to the point that the idea of Valentine’s Day had totally slipped from your mind.

“It’s my first Valentine’s Day.” you whisper with a small smile.

“Oh!” Steven exclaimed.

“You scared me a little, but I think you may have forgotten that it’s our first Valentine’s Day too, if it makes you feel any better.” He said soothingly, as he caressed your cheek with his fingers.

You nod and watch as he stood up and scooped you up into his arms, making you giggle.

“We promise to make it count.” he said firmly as he carried you to the bathroom.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You come out of the bathroom a few minutes later to find a long, billowing sleeved lilac maxi dress that had a long slit up the front lying on the bed. You gaped at it for a while before you noticed the shade and smirked. Scanning the room for any sign of your boys, you sneaked into your secret compartment in the closet and pulled out a lacy lilac lingerie set that you had been saving, saying your goodbyes to it before putting it on. You quickly run through your hair and make up while Steven hopped in the shower.

Once you applied your kohl, Marc stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. Your eyes widen slightly to take his physique from the reflection of the mirror as he walks towards you.

“Stop checking me out, you perv!” He tutted before giving you a downward smile as you rolled your eyes.

He slung his arms around you and before you realized, he brought his hands to the back of your neck and with a click, left a beautiful white gold chain with a stone pendant.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. A little gift to add to your otherworldly appearance.” He smiled before kissing the top of your head and smoothing out your curls.

You stared open mouthed at the chain, your fingers grazing the flat oval stone. The stone was a peculiar color and you didn’t recognise it. On one side your initials were carved with a tiny intricate sun beside it.

“Marc, baby, this is lovely- why are you smiling like that?” You looked at Marc who had a mischievous smile on his face.

Otherworldly appearance.

“Marc, you did not!” you gasped, grabbing the pendant for a closer look.

“I, in fact, did not do anything stupid.” Marc said chuckling, “Asked the boss for some help.”

“It’s bloody beautiful.” you cradled the moon rock pendant in your hands standing up to press a kiss onto Marc’s lips.

“Glad you liked it, honey,” he said, glancing at the clock. “Alright, give me a few minutes, then Jake will show you your next surprise.

There’s more ?!

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You hold tightly onto Jake's hands as he leads you through a grass field, a soft satin blindfold obscuring your vision. The fresh smells of earth and grass hit you first, making you take a deep breath. You could feel the breeze flow through your hair. You feel yourself gently being pulled down. Instead of sitting on grass, your skin was presented with the feeling of soft wool. You could feel Jake slipping your sandals off and a rustle of something.

“You can open your eyes now. I hope you like it.” Jake’s lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to see. Your eyes were delighted by the rolling meadow before you, continuous hills of green that never seemed to have an ending. The bright sun and the singing birds made you think that you had stepped right into paradise, the seclusion of the place convincing you of that fact even more. You looked down and gapped at the enormous crochet blanket that had two large picnic baskets and pillows that surrounded you and Jake. A bouquet of orchids that matched the color of your dresses was perched on your lap and you lifted your hand to graze the flowers.

“Oh boys! This is beautiful.” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around Jake’s neck and hugging him close.

A Valentine’s Day picnic was definitely up there on your list of cute things that you’d never thought you would experience. You watch as Jake opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for the both of you before handing you one. You clink your glass with his and take a sip, the floral aroma of the wine tickling your nose and the citrusy flavors bursting on your tongue. You found out that they had filled the picnic baskets to the brim with your favorite snacks and fruits.

The boys had a system of taking turns and after your first glass of wine had been drained, you found Steven staring at you with a dopey look on his face.

“Come on, I have something for you.” He said, patting his lap.

“What here? In the open?” your eyes widened slightly.

“Gods, not that genius, lay your head here.” Steven laughed, rolling his eyes.

He pulled out his notebook as you settled your head on his lap, staring up at him.

“I wrote something for you.” Steven started shyly.

You nodded, encouraging him to go on, excited for what was in store for you.

“I’ve heard stories of angels but never thought they were true, but in seeing you I have become a believer. I only wake up with the dream to see you, to hear the air that is filled with your honeyed voice and to feel the sand that blossoms like flowers at your feet. In your beauty, I perceive life and with you beside me, I recognise myself and sought to follow your shadows. Looking beyond your divine appearance and seeing your soul, I see the true colors of your heart. The moon and white clouds beautifully blend with each other, so who else is there to understand the desires of my heart? My heart is not like yours as it has gone through changes and my reality is confusing, but you’ve managed to create a painting that involves my troubled soul crossing with yours.”

When he finished, you thought that your heart had stopped for a second. The words sunk deep into your skin and stitched your heart from all its sorrows, drowning you in a sea of Steven’s undying love. You were quite frankly speechless from the passage he had read from you, wondering how someone could see you the way that he did.

“Steven, shit, that was beautiful.” Your eyes began to well up with tears as you sat up to capture his lips in a blazing kiss. “You really think of me like this?”

“All the time, my love.” he breathed.

You spent the next few hours just talking to your boys about everything and anything under the sun. Your short attention span and the buzz from the alcohol caused you to jump from one topic to the next like a live wire but the boys just chuckled and jumped along with you.

“It’ll be so cute to raise children in a place like this, quiet and sweet, away from the bustle of the city, just being ourselves.” you say, popping a grape into your mouth.

“Oh yeah for sure. By the way, remember the tiny police station we passed by? When the children grow up we’ll definitely find them there on a daily basis because the little delinquents will be your children.” Marc said, grinning from ear to ear.

You hurled a grape at him which bounced off his aviators.

“Fine! Our children, happy?”

“That’s right, our.” you huff, settling back into the pillows.

While you were snacking, Marc pulled his guitar out and started to sing for you. It was your favorite thing in the world, watching Marc’s fingers dance lightly as he strummed the strings, humming to the tune.

“Howlin’ green, green rocky road,

You promenade in green,

Tell me who you love,

Tell me who you love?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“I love you!” you giggle.

His sweet voice envelopes you like a warm blanket.

“When I go by Baltimore,

Ain't no carpet on my floor,

You come along, and follow me.”

“I’ll follow you wherever, my love.” You smile as he finishes with a flourish.

He continued to serenade you until it was Jake’s turn and he shooed you away to explore while he set up everything. You walked around until you spotted a bed of wild daisies, plucking them and making two crowns, one for you and one for Jake. When you got back, Jake had set up paint, brushes and two small sized canvases.

“Jake! I have a surprise for you, close your eyes please!” You say as you hide the flower crowns behind your back.

As soon as he closed his eyes, you lightly balanced the flowers atop his head of curls, holding a compact mirror in front of him before asking him to open his eyes.

He squinted at the mirror and smiled radiantly when he noticed the crown on his head.

“Where's yours?” he asked.

You presented your crown to him and he gently took it from you, placing it on your head and smoothing down your hair, kissing your forehead and nose.

“Mi reina.” Jake declared as he bowed, making his crown go slightly lopsided, extending his hand for you to take.

You blushed and took his hand, letting him help you sit down. The both of you then got onto painting. Almost immediately, Jake ditched the brushes and started painting with his fingers, scooping globs of paint and slathering it onto the canvas. You followed suit soon and found it much more fun, layering the paint with your fingers. You stop after a while, watching as Jake’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his lips cutely pursed together. You silently lean over, until you booped Jake’s nose with a tiny bit of blue paint.

Jake looked at you with wide eyes before crossing his eyes to look at his nose. He blinked twice and you jumped into action leaning over and kissing him dramatically with a big muah. He finally snaps out of his daze and wipes his fingers, pushing the art supplies aside before tackling you. He locks you in his embrace and pins you down with a smirk on his face. He then lowers his lips to yours and returns your kiss with a bigger one that sent you and him into a fit of giggles.

“I love you so much, all three of you.” you smile up at your boyfriends’ face, your heart feeling totally at ease.

“We love you too, angel. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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—just for one day

SUMMARY | schlatt really isn't one for this sappy shit. but on this particular day, just for you, he'll make an exception

PAIRING | jschlatt x reader

REQUESTED | no. but this was a gift for a mutual of mine!

WORD COUNT | 1.4k+

WARNINGS | none!

AUTHORS NOTES | happy valentines day you guys :]

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If there was one thing you knew, it was that your best friend was shit at planning things.

Schlatt was always one for the more blunt approaches. He always had been. Preferring to just get things done instead of dancing around it. He claimed it was part of the reason he was such a man, but you knew it was also because he new next to butt fuck nothing about mushy stuff.

For instance, last Christmas? Instead of something like a nice sweater or some books, he had gotten you a fake glock to match the one he kept on his desk all the time. The thing hadn't even been wrapped. Simply being thrown onto your lap with in blur of black as Schlatt stood over you from your spot on the floor surrounded by a smattering of wrapping paper, looking at you awkwardly.

You still had the heavy bastard, actually. Resting in one of the drawers of your bedside table. Right next to a pair of fuzzy socks and some markers you had bought but never used.

It was just one of the many things that happened to remind you of the person that had gotten it for you. Not just the stupid mutton chops and his weird Pope Francis cardboard cutout. But rather the guy who would watch you pretend to shoot him with your christmas present while laughing, softly grinning at you as you continued to amuse yourself.

In all your time knowing Schlatt, he had come to be known as the very epitome of someone who spoke before they thought. A brash, loud, fucking whirlwind of a man that did as he pleased—finding time to cuddle with his orange cat in secret somewhere inbetween all that.

And belive it or not, you had come to love him because of it. All of him. Even the parts that didn't know how to give good gifts because he was afraid he'd fuck it up.

Which is why valentines day had been such a surprise to you.

"Why are you holding a blindfold?"

You brows furrowed in confusion as your attention diverted from the droning t.v in front of you to the new member in the room. Who, in fact, was holding a white strip of fabric.

Admittedly, as soon as those words left your mouth, you realized how it sounded. You watched the man across from you quirk his lips into a smile—amused with your choice of words.

"Kinky. But it's not a blindfold." Schlatt grinned. He was standing across from your resting form on the couch, one hand in pocket while the other clutched the aforementioned item.

"I wouldn't exactly call a cut up scarf a blindfold anyways." He shook the process of fabric in his hands for extra emphasis, still grinning at you with amusment.

"Alright then." You sat up straighter, back aching in protest at the movement. "So why are you holding a "not a blindfold" blindfold?" Your air quotes and sardonic grin were met with an eyeroll as you smiled playfully.

"Becuase." Schlatt grumbled. "Today's supposed to be a special day for people and friends or whatever."

You waited with a quirked eyebrow for him to finish, having a feeling that wasn't all.

"And?"

He glared at you, although no real malice was behind it. You just smiled.

"And Ted might have told me he would fly out here and beat my ass if I didn't do something for you today."

"Yeah that sounds about right." You snickered, earning you a punch to the shoulder as Schlatt scoffed.

"Listen bud I'm trying to do something nice for you. I even took the time to google how to do this shit." Schlatt shook his head in false disappointment as you laughed. "The least you could do is put the blindfold on."

"Alright, alright." You stood up from your spot on the couch, plucking the blindfold from his hands as you tied it on. "I just hope whatever you've got planned for me isn't an execution squad, because that's what it feels like."

"Well fuck." You heard him snicker as you momentarily struggled to tie a knot. "There go's my plan for the day."

"If I could see where you were right now, I'd punch you."

"Sure you would toots."

Your neck warmed in the slightest when the next sensation you felt was the gentle touch of Schlatts hand at your lower back; presumably to guide you into whatever he had planned. You just hoped he wouldn't notice the way you blanched for a minute, opting to cover it off with a roll of your shoulders, as if sore from sitting down for so long.

"Lead the way, big guy."

Nothing was said for the next few moments. The only noises as you walked in whatever direction his hand guided you was the occasional sound of your joints popping, (damn you felt old hearing that) or Jambo meowing as he rubbed up against your leg.

"Okay. Stop. Hey. Stop. No dont—"

The very distinct feeling of a wall hitting your face sent you stumbling backward slightly, rubbing your head with a hiss where it had been the hardest. The action resulted in Schlatts hand drawing away from your back. It left a considerable feeling of cold lingering behind, which made your heart falter for a moment.

"Thanks for the heads up dude." You groaned to the very man who was, probably, behind you. You couldn't tell. The makeshift blindfold was doing a really good job at obstructing your vision for some reason.

"Hey, I tried to fucking warn you dumbass. Did you go deaf or something?" He rolled his eyes, which you couldn't see. "Now, could you hold still for a second."

Any snippy comeback you were going to respond with died in your throat as Schlatt squeezed past you, hands momentarily skimming over your waist to keep himself steady.

"Alright, now, take off the fucken blindfold."

You didn't know what you expected to see when you took it off, but it certainly wasn't this.

It was all you could do to not fall to the ground with laughter upon seeing Schlatt, the absolute skyscraper of a man, struggling under the weight of a giant bag of beef jerky bigger than the size of your right leg.

"Holy fucking—" You wheezed as he stumbled a little, grunting and adjusting his weight. "—holy shit Schlatt. Where—where the fuck did you even find that shit!?"

"I would tell you." Schlatt strained his voice with another grunt. "But I'd like to put this shit down before I do."

You followed after him with a smile, watching as he set the ginormous bag of food down next to his bed, plopping down on said piece of furniture before looking at you with a cutious glance.

"So, uh, happy valentines day?" He scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting around the room awkwardly as you snorted.

"What? Regretting being nice?" You teased. "Second guessing your gift?"

"Uh, maybe?"

Your joking stopped at that, taking a better look at the unsure way he was fiddling with his hands—busying them by scratching behind Jambo's ears as he laid in his lap lazily.

He really wasn't one to do things like this just because Ted told him too, or whatever other reason he had gave earlier. If you had to guess, he had probably done this on a whim. Probably scrolling through amazon late at night haphazardly adding things to his cart hoping you'd at least like it.

Or maybe he just wanted to get you a five pound bag of seasoned jerky. Who knows.

"Ah don't worry about it man." You set a hand on his shoulder, lightly punching it with a smile in hopes of cheering him up. "It's the thought that counts, or whatever. Just dont expect me to share any."

"Bitch!! I bought that for you. Do you know how much that bastard cost!?"

"Should have thought about that before getting it for me big man."

"Fuck you!" He laughed, eyes scrunched up at the corners.

"Fuck you too loser." You said, mirroring his smile with just as much enthusiasm. "And happy valentines day."

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that-kid-fromtheplayground · 1 year

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sorry if you've already done something like this!! but could i request headcanons for how the main four boys (cartman, stan, kyle, and kenny) would ask the reader out? and where they would wanna take them for the first date ^^

🄼🄰🄸🄽 🄵🄾🅄🅁 🄲🄾🄽🄵🄴🅂🅂🄸🄾🄽 🄰🄽🄳 🄵🄸🅁🅂🅃 🄳🄰🅃🄴 🄷🄴🄰🄳🄲🄰🄽🄾🄽🅂!

𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕!!

♥🏵Kҽɳɳყ MƈCσɾɱιƈƙ!!!🏵♥

♥🏵 -> Mhm? Oh! Guess what!! You've stolen the heart of the perverted blonde boy <3

♥🏵 -> Kenny's going to be thinking about his confession to you the whole day before the events are gonna take place.

♥🏵 -> He has all the words memorized, planned, and he is wearing a confident grin on his face when he walks towards your figure standing backwards to him in the place he told you to wait for him after school.

♥🏵 -> But, Oh boy... when you turn around and gift him one of your smiles his memorized discourse flies away leaving him with a soft blush on his cheeks.

♥🏵 -> Inhaling slowly he regains the courage to confess to you, pouring all his heart in a new and improvised discourse in which he tells you about how you make his heart flutter with every little thing you do.

♥🏵 -> And you, incapable of resisting to his natural charm, end up telling him that you feel the exact same way <3

♥🏵 -> As for your first date, I think It would be a pretty simple but romantic one.

♥🏵 -> Maybe the two of you sitting in a wood bench by the lake watching the sunset and eating some cookies you bought at a nearby store ^^

♥🍒Kყʅҽ Bɾσϝʅσʋʂƙι!!!🍒♥

♥🍒 -> Oh! It seems like you've got all of this pretty boy's attention!! How lucky of you!!! <3

♥🍒 -> Okay, hear me out, I know this may seem as cliché but I hc Kyle as to be the kind of boy to leave you little shiny things in your locker as a way to gain your love step by step!

♥🍒 -> You know, one day you open your locker and then a page of stickers of your favorite TV show happens to fall from it, and since that day, you keep being gifted things by this anonimus sweet boy [or girl since you don't know who's your secret admirer yet-]

♥🍒 -> But, this one morning instead of a little gift you find a note on your locker, the note says to come to the playground yard once the bell rings to met your anonimus gifter!!

♥🍒 -> You obviously go to said place at said time wanting to thank your anonimus gifter for all the pretty things that appeared on your locker every morning.

♥🍒 -> And then, when you get to the place the note said to, you find your friend Kyle, smiling at you.

♥🍒 -> With a surprised smile you try to talk but he sushes you by handing you a beautiful daisy.

♥🍒 -> Then, the jewish boy proceeds to tell you how you changed his life for a better and how your laughter made his world brighter, and you couldn't help but jump into his arms with glossy eyes and softly saying "Please, let me love you back".

♥🍒 -> Now, I think your first date has a high probability to be in the Tweek Bros Caffee.

♥🍒 -> It's a sweet and warm but intimate ambient in which the two of you can feel comfortable enough to be yourselves as you give each other that love-struck smile while drinking your favourite brebagge.

♥🫐Sƚαɳ Mαɾʂԋ!!!🫐♥

♥🫐 -> Woah! The boy with the zoned out ice eyes has taken a liking to you!! <3

♥🫐 -> Mnm... It seems like you are pretty obvious dear! Because Stan's been getting love-sick everytime your soft hands made contact with his skin!

♥🫐 -> But that's fine, because now our kind hearted boy has a chance to confess his feelings to you!

♥🫐 -> His confession is probably so dressed up that you could've never tell that this is a confession until the very part of the confessioin thingy ^^

♥🫐 -> Stan asked you to help him to walk his dog, and you accepted because you love this kind of things that make you feel like adults without the need of wasting all your youth to find out what is like to have a bit of responsibility over a living being.

♥🫐 -> There was this moment of the evening in which Stan and you were laughing your asses of while lying on the floor after some random teenager fell of his skateboard, and then, you felt Stan's hand taking yours.

♥🫐 -> ❝Uh? What is it, Stan?❞ You asked, turning your head slightly to the left to lock eyes with the black-haired boy laying there, with his hair all messy.

♥🫐 -> ❝I like you, a-and when I say 'I like you' I mean more than a friend I-I want to spend all my evenings walking Sparky with you!!❞ He blurted out, cheeks burning red and trying to not squeeze your hand too hard.

♥🫐 -> You blinked several times, trying to process the information, and when the thing said above succeeded you smiled at him with excitement, practically shouting that you accepted to walk Sparky with him all the evenings of your life. ♥🫐 -> And those words caused Stan to get love-sick again and made him puke [luckyly] not on you.

♥🫐 -> Now, moving onto your first date... I really think that it would be just the two of you watching series and playing games at his house.

♥🫐 -> Probably the date will end with the two of you happyly snuggling together in his bed while telling the other how much you love each other.

♥🫐 -> Cheesy, I know, but this boy needs this kind of afection in the same quantity that he wants you to receive from him.

♥🍪Eɾιƈ Cαɾƚɱαɳ!!!🍪♥

♥🍪 -> How is this possible?? The big-booned boy has a soft spot for you!! <3

♥🍪 -> We all know this little man, and he has a huge-ass big Ego, so expect him to come all confident to you while saying that there's something he wants to ask you.

♥🍪 -> You, being your sweetest self, nodded your head with a smile on your face, as a sign for him to drop the said question.

♥🍪 -> ❝So... now you're my partner❞ he says with a confident expression on his face, while quite abruptly showing a bag of cookies to your hands, but his expression only lasts for about a pair of seconds until it changes to a nervous one.

♥🍪 -> ❝o-only if you want to- though!❞ he starts stuttering while gesturing with his hands in a quite panicked way.

♥🍪 -> But you are quickly to take his moving hands in your gloved ones and to assure him that you'll love to be his romantically significant other.

♥🍪 -> Then, after the last of those words leave your pretty mouth his nervous self disappears only to be replaced again by his cocky attitude and the typical ❝I-I already knew that you would accept! I was just- just- messing around, ya know?❞

♥🍪 -> You'll just kind-heartedly laugh at that phrase while slightly shaking your head without that sweet smile leaving your beautiful face and the realization that a person like you is dating him will hit him strongly, making him smile out of pure and genuine happiness for a bit.

♥🍪 -> As for your first date... I'm pretty sure It'll be at the KFC

♥🍪 -> Do I even have to explain it?

♥🍪 -> But I think he would try and eat more properly to give you a good impression of him [even if you saw him eating like a hungry beast at earlier times of your friendship].

♥🍪 -> Would probably expect you to move his chair for him to sit even if it has to be the other way around lmaooo 💀

♥🍪 -> Anyways, even despite him being the boy we all know as Cartman, he'll be much more soft and polite with you than with other people.

♥🍪 -> Also, he'll show you off at anyone that looks his way, even if he doesn't even know them lol.

♥🍪 -> Your date will probably end with him gifting you something take-away from the KFC and letting you give him a goodbye kiss in the cheek when he finally drops you at your front door at 2am or so.

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝!!

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬!! ♥

#South Park #South Park x reader #Stan Marsh #Stan #Stan x reader #Stan Marsh x reader #Kyle #Kyle Broflovski #Kyle Broflovski x reader #Kyle x reader #Cartman #Cartman x reader #Eric Cartman #Eric Cartman x reader #Valentines Special #valentines day #Valentines day special

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argentiswifee · 2 months

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Thoughts about Valentine's Day Specials...

Characters included :

Blade, Argenti, Stelle, Jing Yuan

warnings:

swearing

love... eugh..

half-assed bcs I wanna get this out before Feb ends :c

Summary :

you give them a Valentine's Day gift! how do they react to it :O

Blade :

As a crush :

He's very surprised when you come up to him holding a large heart-shaped box filled with chocolates and roses, even more so when you admit your crush on him. But he hides it all behind his signature cold, intimidating face, but really he's just panicking on what to say to you since he's never had someone come up to him, give him a gift and admit their crush on him on Valentine's Day, even more so since he's a intergalactically wanted criminal! If he returns your feelings, let's just say you'll have a clingy but silent Blade who scares away anyone who comes up to you, gift in hand.

your gift? it was an earring to match with his!

As his lover :

He's surprised when you suddenly jump out behind him, hugging him with a large heart-shaped box filled with chocolates and a bouquet of roses in your hands! Not that much since you are his lover but still, surprised! Gives you a peck on the cheek, placing your gift (a bouquet of Red Spider Lilies) aside, taking a singular flower and onto your hair. Safe to say, you're guaranteed to be dragged into bed and cuddled up with him for the rest of the day without a word. Just quality time.

huh, what do you mean Kafka and Silverwolf are calling for him? he doesn't hear shit.

Argenti :

As a crush :

HOO BOY, WHERE DO I BEGIN....

Let's just not consider how he would probably turn down your confession for Idrila, The Aeon Of Beauty and focus on if he returns your feelings!

Very surprised, much like Blade, because be honest. Who wouldn't be if someone came up to them with roses and a heart shaped box of chocolates and admitted to having a crush on them? Anywaysss... After crush admitting (idefk if that's a word) he would go down on one knee like he's proposing or some shit, take your hand in his and kiss your knuckles before saying something corny like...

"I am most delighted that you reciprocate my romantic feelings for you, even if I did want to give you a gift first."

Yeah that bitch wanted to give you a gift beforehand, but he wanted to make sure it was worthy of being gifted to you and he couldn't really decide so he just thought he could come back to that store later that day and make a decision but looks like you confessed first!

the gift was between 50 fucking roses or 20 packets of heart shaped chocolate...

As his lover :

He knew you were going to give him a gift sooner or later when he saw you making chocolates not so discreetly in the kitchen, so wanna take a guess at what this guy did..?

I am so sorry but you cannot tell me that after he witnessed you making chocolates for him (HE LOVES HOMEMADE GIFTS THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO CHANGE MY MIND) that he wouldn't try and one-up your gift by getting a giant ass teddy bear holding a heart that says 'Happy Valentines!'

Has a somehow smug yet, still charming smile when you come up to him and present him the heart shaped box of chocolates along with the bouquet of roses. Poor ol' you doesn't know what you're getting into when he just suddenly POPS THAT SHIT OUTTA THIN FUCKING AIR AND PROPS IT ON THE FLOOR, FACING IT TO YOU.

"Truth be told, my love. I saw you making chocolates in the kitchen for me and I just had to give you something that, at the very least, was equal to a tiny part of my love for you. Though the chocolates are handmade and a product of your own hard work, thus more priceless than any other gift you could've gotten me."

Stelle :

As a crush :

With how straightforward she is? She would probably confess first with a miniature golden trash bag inside a travel-sized crimson red trash can that says 'Happy Valentine's' on the front. What the trash bag is filled with, may you ask? Trash can shaped chocolates mixed in with heart shaped chocolates. nyehehehe, I love making Stelle obsessed with trash related things :3

But if you somehow beat her to giving gifts earlier than the other? Congrats, you're having Stelle follow you around wherever you go like a lost puppy while she noms on the homemade goodness that you call chocolates. No matter if you go Jarilo-IV, The Xianzhou Luofu, Penacony. Yeah, no, she is following you everywhere.

"Hmm? Try the chocolate in the middle? It's caramel flavoured? Okay, don't mind if I do.."

As her lover :

Stelle immediately perks up like a little puppy that misses it's owner when you return home from your errands, she is rushing to give you a big bear hug and help you with your stuff when she notices the bouquet of roses sticking out the brown paper bag and she fucking rushes over there like Usain Bolt(does he even count since he doesn't exist in HSR... 🧍‍♀️)

You notice her and give her a loving smile, setting down your stuff, spreading your arms out since you know she is going to tackle you down if you don't steady yourself first (you've experienced that first-hand a lot of times...)

"Hey, how's my little dustball?" You coo as you caress her hair like you would with a dog's.

Jing Yuan :

As a crush :

Now, we all know this man is RICH rich, being the General of the Xianzhou Luofu an all that. He's also old, so he's definitely an old-fashioned romantic! But he doesn't want to overwhelm you with so much things so he makes his gift at least portable.

Oh, and he would definitely not confess sooner than you, he wants to see you squirm and struggle just to get out those 3 words, just because! So when you go up to him, chocolates and roses in hand, he has a teasing, knowing and sly smirk on his face. So when you struggle to get out your words? He sees an opportunity and he makes his move, brushing your hair away from your forehead and plants a soft kiss on said place.

you overheat shortly after that and steam comes out your head

As his lover :

As he is the General of the Luofu. Naturally, he is very busy with paperwork and such, he doesn't have much time to tend to his lover, sadly. But he snuck out of his work! He can see you, now!

You're just at a flower shop, thinking which bouquet of roses look better, fresher and which one would last for longer for Jing Yuan when the door suddenly swings open with a jingle and you feel someone's arms wrap around your waist as the familiar scent of Jing Yuan's cologne fills the air.

"My little Finch.. Looking for flowers for me, I see?"

He purrs in your ear, you feel him chuckling as he presses his face into your shoulder, finding comfort.

A/N : oh my god this was shorter than anticipated I'm sosososo sorry, I ditched writing for two characters just because I didn't have the energy to write anymore, so sorry. I was supposed to write for March and Ruan Mei but I didn't because I didn't know how to write Ruan Mei and I was fresh out of motivation for March... this was so rushed I need to write better next time and I feel like I kinda mischaracterised them a bit... ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

#hsr argenti #hsr x reader #hsr #hsr stelle #hsr jing yuan #hsr blade #honkai star rail #hoyoverse #honkai star rail argenti #honkai stelle #honkai star rail blade #honkai star rail jing yuan #jing yuan #stelle #argenti #blade #valentines day special #happy valentine's day #valentines day

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soullessdianthus · 2 months

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⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ | Valentine's day with Johnny

dedicated for: @crash-and-live as a part of valentine's event held by @bunnyreaper. happy valentines, Ber! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

w: best boyfriend ever John "leg opener" MacTavish and smut (lotus and passionate fucking)

divider below by @saradika-graphics

The lights went dim for a short moment and music quietened down, before reflectors brightened up the large theatrical hall and its audience. You felt the thump of the drums in your lungs when the second act of the play started.

You were so grateful for Johnny and his idea to celebrate Valentine’s Day this year. Each restaurant, shop or luxury spa was bursting at the seams (as per always), because every couple wanted to go out and honor that special event of lovebirds. Not wanting to follow the masses, Johnny bought tickets for a spectacle at the local theater.

Blue eyed soldier wore his best suit and you put on an elegant evening dress. the hem of the skirt reached down to your ankles, pooling just around your legs. A white, fluffy shrug and a pearl necklace made you feel like a star on a red carpet. He made you feel special.

The room was spacious, but not many lovers picked such a way to spend the evening of Valentine’s Day. Your boyfriend released your palm that he held through the first act to readjust his trousers. Again. He kept whining over and over that they were too tight! Thank God no one was sitting next to you to witness Scot’s struggles.

— Johnny — you scolded him quietly, leaning closer to your boyfriend — what’s up with you?

— ‘s not my fault, hen — the Scot groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed heavily — did ye have to wear that beautiful fuckin’ dress?

— So… you’re all hot and bothered, because of how I dressed?

Your voice sounded seductive as your fingers with freshly done manicure brushed his tensed thigh. His muscles twitched under your touch.

— Fuck — he hissed — don’t do this to me, bonnie. Yer breasts are almost spillin’ out.

— No, they’re not — you planted a gentle peck on his unshaven cheek. — Just wait until the play is over, pretty boy.

You patted his lap gently, before straightening up in your seat again. You could sense how upset Johnny was for making him wait. Or how his painful boner made him all grumpy. But he couldn’t stay sulked for too long, because how could he?

The tension between you two grew each minute, since you had left the theater. Johnny kept holding your hand firmly, not giving a chance to let you go. Something sparkled in his baby blue eyes each time when he peaked at you through his shoulder – his treasure.

The ride home was short and dangerously swift, each speed bump made you jump in your seat. You knew he was getting desperate, hungry and impatient. But so did you begin to feel that building excitement deep inside of your guts, lower belly maybe. The heartbeat accelerated and the loud thuds spreaded across your breasts.

Johnny almost didn’t let you close the door behind you two, when his wetted lips clung to the side of your neck, like a bloodsucking leech. His experienced fingertips roamed over your body just to feel how soft your skin was, all his. He traced your arm up and down and then he reached under the hem of your dress.

Your boyfriend knew how to push each individual button to make you equally horny, how to make you melt in his strong, bulky arms. He teased your inner thighs by tickling them slightly, before gently rubbing your mound through the cotton panties with the back of his hand.

— Johnny — you whispered under your breath, fingers entangled between his brown mohawk as he kept leaving hickeys all over your cleavage — baby, let me take my shoes off. My feet hurt.

— Aw, your legs are tired, lass? — Scot cooed at you, when the painfully tight heels finally came off. — We hadn’t even started.

Before you could even realize, Soap scooped you from the floor in a bridal style and walked into your shared bedroom. The man was built like a bear, but each time you touched him, he became soft. Almost unthreatening.

He helped you get rid of that dress that haunted him the whole evening, blue eyes glued to your flushed face – you must have looked so pretty for him. Johnny pointed to the bed with his scarred chin just as he was working on his suit. You climbed onto the freshly made sheets and laid back comfortably, looking curiously at him all this time.

Johnny climbed on top of the mattress and stopped only when he made his way between your thighs. You could feel how his erection was pressing against your slit through the layers of underwear and you looked him in the eye.

Soldier leaned down to kiss you, but a singular kiss quickly turned into a vulgar make out session – his tongue trying to invade your mouth and those filthy sounds leaving both of your mouths. You even found yourself grinding against his crotch.

But when you felt his cock twitch, because of your actions, Johnny simply let go of your swollen lips and unglued his pelvis from yours.

— Fuck, ‘m not gonna last if ye kept doin’ that.

He complained as he kept placing wet kisses all over your breasts, nipples, sternum and stomach. He went lower and lower until Soap’s lips latched onto your clothed cunt. His hot breath sent tingles up your spine.

— Think you won’t need them anymore — Johnny dragged the pretty panties all the way down to your ankles just to slip them completely off. And only then his gaze got struck by the glistering wetness smeared over your womanhood. Man tilted his head and groaned quietly. — She’s eager.

Did he just call your pussy a ‘she’?

You could feel the heat that flooded your face, causing a vivid blush across your cheeks. Curiously you traced each movement of his body, each spasm of his muscles – none of his subtle glances over your face went unnoticed. Soap was a caring and observant boyfriend, the best you could ever get.

One of his palms brushed the strands of your hair out of the face that was imprinted in his mind forever. Johnny gently cupped your cheek, before speaking in a calm manner.

— I wanna try something out, okay? — He politely asked, looking into the depths of your eyes. — Heard’s really good.

You agreed and in a matter of seconds Johnny maneuvered the both of you into a sitting position. He got you close to his torso, wobbly legs dangling over his hips causing you to spread for him. Only then you noticed Johnny wanted to take you in a lotus position.

Without warning he clutched tightly to your mouth again and slipped his throbbing length inside of you with ease.

A shameless moan escaped your puffy lips right into his mouth as Johnny kept thrusting up. Fuck, you couldn’t remember when was the last time he was nestled so deep inside of you.

The intimacy and desire fueled your bodies like flames, the skin was burning up, pupils widely dilated. Your reddened lips latched onto Johnny’s veiny neck as he groaned, leaving a string of saliva connected to it.

He kept pumping vividly into you chasing your both sweet peaks. It didn’t last long since the familiar, pleasurable sensation started to coil in the den of your tummy, when Soap started to tease your clit.

— F-Fuck, Johnny~ — You whined in a high pitched tone between the sharp breaths you were trying to take. But your boyfriend successfully stole them away.

— Keep sayin’ my name like tha’ and I might cum too soon.

You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Johnny’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hip as the other hand continued to draw circles around the nub just like you favored.

You could feel him slide in and out each time Soap thrusted with his hips up. Then something just snapped and a tingling sensation began to build up rapidly, like an avalanche. Your pelvis began to follow man’s movements by grinding down and imitating the same pace.

— Johnny I-

There wasn’t even a chance for you to finish the sentence when a sudden wave of white pleasure washed over you, blinding the vision. You pressed your eyes together just as your pussy began to squeeze around him chaotically. Soap reached his orgasms soon after you, just as you began to feel limp in his arms.

And just as you wanted to rest your chin over his shoulder, he caught your lips again in a wet kiss.

— Hey, hey, wanna look at your pretty face, alright? — His voice broke down a few times as he was still riding his climax out, strong hands holding your hips down.

You looked at your loving boyfriend and smiled at him, cheeks painted by lustfull blush.

— You’re so beautiful, dove — he cupped the side of your sweet face, eyes still half lidded, when Soap placed a tender kiss on your forehead. — Steamin’ Jesus, I love ye so much.

— I love you too, Johnny.

Only then he allowed you to cuddle up to his muscular chest. His hands began to stroke up and down your spine, lulling you into some rest.

— You okay, bonnie? — To which you nodded weakly, consciousness still stuck somewhere in your climax. — Wanna soak in a bath? I bought some scented oils.

You couldn’t have dreamt of a better lover than Johnny MacTavish was. And he was entirely yours.

#valentines day #valentines day special #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap cod #soap mw2 #cod mwiii #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #soap smut

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askyyhguys · 2 months

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Happy Valentines Day! From all of us at askyyhguys!

#yyh #yu yu hakusho #yyh ask blog #hiei #kurama #yusuke #kuwabara #valentines day special

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lazyspeedster93 · 2 months

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Amy would really like someone to be her Valentine just ONCE in her entire life.

Happy Valentines Day!

#Slifer Slacker #my art #video games #sonic the hedgehog #comic #2koma #amy rose #trip the sungazer #trip x amy #yuri #valentines day special #valentines day #dragon #rosegazer #offensive to sonic fans: amy having desires

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lexistickmin1 · 2 months

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ZTICKVIN!! MY ZILLIEZ :33 (valentinez day zpecial <33)

#henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin #henry stickmin fanart #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #stickvin #henry x charles #gay #mlm #valentines day #valentines day special #art #ibispaintx

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delusional-mishaps · 1 year

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UWAAA VALENTINES DAY ASK!!! grimm x reader would be great :3 could you do forbidden love maybe....... maniacal laughter..... - ⭑ anon

YEAAA forbidden love <33 I ACTUALLY HAVE A FICTITLE THAT WOULD GO SO WELL WITH THIS oh my gosh... maybe this will turn into an actual fic... (don't get your hopes up LMAO)

you sigh, looking around the cell you'd already been in one-hundred and one times. it still hasn't changed since the last time. still as boring as ever.

"i see you've kept yourself busy."

you grin at the voice, turning to look out the bars of your cell. you jump off the bed you were sat upon.

"well, that's all i can do while i wait for you," you hum. nightmare chuckles, unlocking the door to your cell. he's by your side in an instant, wrapping you in his arms as his tentacles dance around behind him, brushing against you every so often.

"i suppose it is," he replies, leaning in to nuzzle his teeth against your lips. you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck as you return the affection.

he pushes you back onto a bed, the plushness alerting you to the fact you're no longer in the cell. he must have warped you to his room while you were otherwise distracted. your lips perk against his teeth at the fact, pulling him in only deeper.

"i missed you," you breathe against him when you finally pull away. your eyes open, inspecting every inch of his face, like you've done a million times before. "i hate that we can't be together all the time."

"i know, my dear." he buries his face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping tighter around you. "but you know why we can't."

you hum, chewing your lip as you pet his skull. his chest rumbles against your own with a purr.

"but... why can't we?" you pose. nightmare hums in question. you prop yourself up on your elbows, pushing yourself away from him to look at his face. "i'm tired of having to play the kidnapped role. i'm tired of sitting in that cell until you can sneak me away from your henchmen. why can't you just tell them?"

"you know why i can't, dear."

"no, nightmare... you're their boss, they shouldn't get angry with your decisions." you protest.

he looks at you for a long time, his purr quieting until it eventually peters out. he pushes himself up, hovering above your lap. he reaches out to grab your face, cradling your cheeks in his hands gently.

"my love, you know it isn't that simple. we cannot chance them knowing—not while you are still affiliated with my brother. you know how they are. one of them will slip up."

you groan, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. he chuckles, planting a quick kiss to your lips.

"do not pout," he teases. you only stick your bottom lip out dramatically in response. he snorts, shaking his head at your dramatics.

"i hate it when you're right," you grumble.

"no you don't~" he sings in response. you grin, rolling your eyes at him.

"yeah, you're right. i can't hate anything about you." your expression softens as you reach up, brushing your hand against his cheek. he nuzzles against you, closing his socket. his grin relaxes.

"i can't wait until i can love you without worrying about anything."

nightmare's tentacles fold around you, tucking you snuggly against himself.

"and i will wait a thousand moons until that day comes."

#⭑ anon #valentines day event #valentines day special #nightmare x reader #nightmare sans x reader #nightmare #nightmare sans #undertale x reader #undertale #undertale aus #dreamtale #hello. i am once again complaining about tagging.#jester writes #forbidden love #got inspo for this midway thru doing something else and i dropped everything to write this #😞 im so gay

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donutz · 2 months

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Catnap x reader Valentine's Day special[2♡8]

A/N|| Sorry for this not being uploaded on Valetine's Day, it was school and stuff, I was also very tired! And had to do Taekwondo(╥_╥)

—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!

What did they do in the morning on Valentines?

— He was sleeping in the morning.

— But he kept the gifts near him, just in case

— He curled his tail around the singular rose he got you, and a small goodie bag

What did they do for you?

— He (sadly, because he doesn't really like socializing) asked Bobby Bearhug about what he should get

— Since she is pretty serious about things like this, she bases the gifts on that person's personality

— She went, “Hmm… For you? You should get one rose! Anddd one small goodie bag! That's perfect for you! Here, I'll get the stuff for the goodie bag—”

— He didn't want to follow along, but he did it anyways

— He wanted to gift you for Valentine's Day

— He tried not to be annoyed at Bobby, for your sake

— You told him to be more nice, around anybody

— And apparently, you're right…

What did they get you?

— One rose and a small goodie bag

— The goodie bag had your favorite candies, and a little note, he thought a lot about it, so appreciate it please

— He only got the things that Bobby Bearhug recommended, because he doesn’t really know what to gift

— Even if he remembers every little thing about you

What did you give them?

— A toy fish

— A dark purple blanket with a bunch of crescent moons on it, with your scent

— And a bouquet with black roses

Did they do anything special? (Extra hugs, kisses, changing their routine etc.)

— Asking Bobby Bearhug is something special, that’s what he thinks, especially since he doesn’t like interacting

— And him hugging you first, that’s pretty special, and new

What activities did you both do?

— He invited you to hide away from everybody else, just to spend some time together

— You accepted, after all this is a chance of a lifetime!

— While you were there, you two cuddled against each other

Did they seem brighter today?

— He’s trying to, but he can’t really seem happy when he’s represents the dark

Anything new about their appearance?

— Bobby Bearhug also told him he should wear a suit with a red rose on the chest pocket

— And yes, he wore it

— You smiled a little at his formal appearance

How many times did they say I love you?

— When you two were alone, he said it. Very quietly.

— Luckily, you recorded it, so you could listen whenever you wanted to!!

— Yes, he knew you recorded it and still said it

— He just hopes you don't show it to anybody else

Did they ask to be your Valentines, or did they ask if you could be their Valentines? There’s a difference!

— It took him a while to say it, but he managed to spit it out

— He asked if you could be his Valentines

What did they do the night before Valentine's Day?

— He forgot that it was the day before Valentine's Day

Were they shy asking to be your Valentines or when they asked if you could be their Valentines?

— No(Yes), not shy, but nervous, hoping he'd say the right thing because he kind of unsure about Valentine's Day

Did they add anything extra to their areas(their little homes)? Or their activities?

— He put your gifts in a little backpack he hangs on the wall

What did they do when it was time to sleep?

— He did his usual nightly routine of being a night guard, occasionally opening kids’ rooms to see if they’re sleeping and their Valentines gifts for ‘inspiration’

Question♡ Did anybody ask to be your Valentines(or the other way around)? If not, that’s okay, nobody really asked me either ^_^

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #smiling critters #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gn reader #catnap #catnap x reader #valentines day special #valentines day #happy valentine's day #catnap x reader valentines day special

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anonymousewrites · 2 months

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Of Two Worlds Valentine's Day Special 2024

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Mouse Note: Just pretend we're all happy and alright! :)

“It’s Valentine’s Day again,” said Nobara. She sighed. “Last time I chickened out with Maki and just threw the chocolates into Gojo-sensei’s pile…”

“Come on, you can do it this time!” said Itadori encouragingly.

“I think Maki likes you, too,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly.

“She doesn’t hit you at all,” said Megumi in agreement.

The four first years continued walking through the marketplace in search of the perfect set of sweets for Nobara to give to Maki. She had decided that since she had gotten too nervous last year that she needed to do even better this year, and so the group found themselves searching every stall of Valentine’s Day-themed paraphernalia.

“I don’t think that means much,” sighed Nobara. “She doesn’t hit any of the girls.”

“She hits Nishimiya and Mai,” said (Y/N).

“That’s because they’re terrible and stuck-up,” huffed Nobara. “She doesn’t hit you, either, (Y/N).”

“That’s because (Y/N)’s too nice!” said Itadori, smiling.

“What about when Maki always picks you to train with?” said Megumi. “Doesn’t that mean anything?”

Nobara turned red. “She’s just trying to make me stronger! She’s a supportive senpai! It’s not like she thinks anything special about me.”

(Y/N) tilted her head. “But when I told her about the speech you gave Nishimiya about being a strong and beautiful woman and being proud of yourself, Maki told me that she thought you were so inspiring and the type of woman she’d want to spend more time with.”

Everyone paused and turned to (Y/N). Nobara’s eyes were wide.

“She said that?!” she said.

“I thought she told everyone,” said (Y/N), blinking.

Megumi smiled in amusement. (Y/N) had no idea Maki had told her because it was something near to a confession and (Y/N) wasn’t likely to let it slip.

Nobara squared her shoulders. “If she thinks that, I need to make sure everything is perfect for her!”

“Yeah!” said Itadori supportively.

“Come on,” declared Nobara, continuing through the stalls in determination. Itadori hurried after her, grinning ear-to-ear.

“Did I say anything wrong?” asked (Y/N).

“I think you made Kugisaki’s day,” chuckled Megumi. “Just don’t tell Maki what you told her.”

“Oh,” said (Y/N), registering. “Oops.”

“Don’t worry, they’re both oblivious to each other, so they needed the push,” said Megumi. He watched Nobara question a seller over the quality of the sweets they were selling.

“We should go over before Nobara pulls out her hammer,” said (Y/N). She might not always register when people were displaying some types of emotions, but they knew Nobara well enough to know where this was going.

“Probably,” sighed Megumi. “I don’t know which one is worse: Nobara stressed or Gojo bragging about all the people who confess to him.”

“Gojo-sensei,” said (Y/N) decidedly.

Megumi chuckled. “You might be right. But still, let’s go.” They started walking towards Nobara and Itadori.

“Excuse me,” said a nervous voice, and a boy stepped out from behind a stall.

Megumi and (Y/N) turned towards him and recognized him as Kaneko Saburo, a boy their age they had rescued on one of their last missions with a weak curse.

“You’re (L/N), right?” said Kaneko. “From the abandoned school? You saved me from that weird…thing.”

(Any rescued people from curse incidents could faintly remember the ordeal, but oftentimes it became faint for them or they tried not to think of it until it became faint. Not to mention, they couldn’t talk to anyone about it since they’d be seen as crazy).

(Y/N) nodded. “I did.”

“I, uh, wanted to thank you,” said Kaneko.

Megumi’s eyes narrowed as he saw Kaneko’s gaze on (Y/N), adoring although nervous.

“You’re welcome, Kaneko-san,” said (Y/N).

“You can call me Saburo!” said Kaneko, turning red.

(Y/N) blinked. “Alright.”

Saburo looked very disappointed that she hadn’t said his first name, but he didn’t stop. “Anyways, this is for you.” He held out a box of chocolates.

Megumi crossed his arms. He wasn’t a fan of this. Not at all.

“Thank you, Saburo,” said (Y/N) politely, taking the box.

“You’re welcome, (L/N),” said Saburo, smiling nervously. “And if-if you’re ever free or in the city, I, uh, put my number inside the box if you wanted to hang out.”

“She’s busy,” said Megumi, getting frustrated (and not a little jealous at the idea of another person trying to be with (Y/N)).

“Oh,” said Saburo, slightly disappointed but more afraid at Megumi’s cold stare.

“School takes a lot of time,” said (Y/N), completely oblivious to how Megumi and Saburo were having a stare-off. “But thank you.”

“O-Of course,” said Saburo.

“We have to go catch up with Kugisaki and Itadori,” said Megumi.

“Right,” said (Y/N). She turned away and started walking away, just going about her business.

Megumi looked long and hard at Saburo. He had a million things he wanted to say (mostly along the lines of “back off” “you don’t deserve her” “she’s too good for a coward like you”), but he just turned and walked off.

“That was nice,” said (Y/N), looking at the box in her hands as they walked.

“It was,” said Megumi shortly.

(Y/N) opened the box, and sure enough, taped to the underside of the lid, was Saburo’s number. “Maybe I can get more if these taste good.”

Megumi pulled the number out and looked at it. “Maybe.” He didn’t like the way his stomach twisted at the idea of (Y/N) being so close to anyone else. He knew he shouldn’t mind and should let her do as she wanted since they weren’t together and he didn’t have the guts to tell her how he felt, but he couldn’t help it. Megumi didn’t want (Y/N) to be with anyone else.

“Here,” said (Y/N), picking up a dark chocolate piece and holding it out to Megumi.

“For me?” said Megumi. He wasn’t really sure he wanted to eat any of Saburo’s chocolate.

“Last year you said that we could give each other sweets even though we’re just friends,” said (Y/N). “I want you to have some.” Really, she wanted to tell him more, but she could settle for showing she cared in this way, too. (Y/N) wasn’t very good at it, but she loved Megumi, after all, so she was trying. She wanted him to know she really did care.

Megumi’s heart beat a little quicker. She did care. He knew it probably wasn’t to the extent he did for her, but it was…sweet. And he loved the gesture. “Thank you.” He took the piece and ate it. “I, uh, I don’t have anything for you.”

(Y/N) smiled, and Megumi adored the expression on her face. Little did he know, she loved the fact that he had even considered her.

“I don’t mind,” she said. “I just like being around you.”

Megumi wasn’t sure how much more his heart could take. She was just too sweet, and he loved her just too much. “Well, you already know that there’s no one else I’d want to spend the day with.”

(Y/N)’s smile widened. “Then it’s good that we’re together.”

Together. The pair thought that was a wonderful word.

“Right.” Megumi smiled softly. “It’s the two of us. We always find each other.”

“Always,” said (Y/N).

If only they both knew how significant that sentiment was.

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limehaspassed · 1 year

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Sweet as Pie

(Thomas x GN Reader)

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In which you make friends with Thomas Hewitt.

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You came to the town with a group of others, three girls and four boys. They were all loud, far too loud for that small town. However, amongst the ruckus that surrounded them, you stayed quiet, a small smile present on your face. Your eyes would trace the details of every little trinket you could find within that store before landing on that caught your eye.

You had picked it up and examined it further, smiling fondly at the object. Grabbing one of the girls arms, you excitedly held it out for the other to see. The other gave a dismissive look, not impressed by the find, a motion that caused your smile to fade. As the girl left to join the rest of the group, you were left behind to put the object back, your smile now stolen away from your sweet face.

You turned away from the object and went to join your friends, your movements slower and less enthusiastic as before. Soon enough, the group left the small store, heading back to the two cars they had come in.

Tommy, who had witnessed this scene from his hiding spot in the back, stood in confusion as his eyes watched the cars pull away, your frown visible from where he stood. He stepped out of the back, leaving his job of moving the boxes for a minute to see what it was that had pleased you so in a place like this.

He rounded the corner of a shelf and made his way to where you had stood, looking at the rack to find a small keychain, one with a black cat sitting attached to the end, green eyes staring back at whoever held it. Thomas held the keychain for a minute, looking over the item before walking over to the counter, the cat in hand.

“Tommy, have you finished in the back?” Luda Mae asked him, to which he promptly shook his head no. She frowned for a moment until her eyes connected with the cat in Thomas’s hand. Her face softened a bit, immediately knowing what had just happened with the group of teens earlier.

“Do you plan on giving it to them?” Luda asked, to which she received a shrug.

Tommy didn’t know what he wanted to do with the keychain. He felt that he should give it to you, that you owed it in some weird sense. However, he couldn’t give it to you, not him at least. He would be fine if one of your friends paid attention and gave it to you but he could never build up that confidence, walk that path of hatred again.

Thomas has done well to avoid people in this small town, the way they speak about him affecting him more than he would like. Their words would crawl up under his skin, burrowing them deep within his scars and active disease, screaming and moaning with an annoyance that frustrated Thomas more than anything. How he wished their words wouldn’t affect him, however, even in the loudest of rooms, he can still hear their disgusted voices and hate filled words.

“Tommy, are you alright?” Luda asked, reaching over and placing a warm hand on Thomas’s forearm.

Thomas pulled his hand away, the words having taken away any confidence he had in himself. He felt unworthy of his own mother’s comfort, his disease stricken him with an illness he could never overcome: an overbearing and all too controlling sense of loneliness driven by isolation on both his part and everyone else’s part.

Pocketing the keychain, Thomas walks away from the counter, heading back over to the boxes he was working on earlier, leaving Luda to sadly watch as he leaves.

She was no stranger to his tendencies of isolation, his want to be away from others before they could hurt him. He let them think of him as a monster, he let their words pain him in ways he shouldn’t hurt. God, how Luda wished to take away all that pain he felt, all that hate he received. He didn’t deserve what people gave him, he was a good boy, one that always did what was asked of him. If anything, people should try to be like them, however, it seems only Luda thought that way about him, a fact that saddened her more than anything.

As the day turned to night and the chores were finished, Thomas retired in his room, keychain held gently in his hand. He stared up at the ceiling, imagining different scenarios of him giving it to you, some bad and some good. He wished he could give it to you, to see your face light up like it did when you originally found it, but he knew that was beyond his capabilities. After all, he was just a dumb animal, one meant to kill not spark joy.

Placing the keychain on his nightstand, Tommy rolled over onto his back and fell asleep. His dreams were plagued with your smile, with your bright eyes and joy filled face. For the first time in a while, he slept the whole night and woke up refreshed.

The next morning, Tommy woke up to Luda knocking on his door, calling his name in an urgent tone. Immediately, he shot out of bed, worried something might have happened. Rushing to the door, he slung it open to reveal a disheveled and worried looking Luda.

“Tommy,” She started, reaching forward and grabbing his hand. “Follow me. I’ve found myself troubled and I need your help.” She then began leading Thomas out of the room and through the hallway. She took him all the way to the dining room where his eyes landed on you.

With your hair a mess and your eyes closed, you leaned limply against the back of a chair. Your hands hung low on both sides of the chair, body completely slack. Thomas would have thought you dead if it wasn't for the rhythmic rising and falling of your chest, a sign that you were still breathing.

“As you can see, she passed out. She said she’s been awake all night, poor thing. Can you help me move her to the guest room, she needs to lie down for a bit?” Luda asked, to which Thomas grunted a reply.

He walked over to you, sliding his arms under your legs and behind your back, easily lifting you into the air. He turned around and faced Luda, waiting for her to direct him to the guest room she wanted her to stay in for the time being. Luda gave a sympathetic smile towards Tommy and you, walking and grabbing your hand, she gave it a soft squeeze.

She dropped your hand and turned on her heel, ushering Tommy to follow her as she led him to the guest room, a guest room located particularly close to Tommy’s own room.

Thomas didn’t like this, not one bit. He hated being around new people, around people Hoyt would have him scare off. He especially hated the fact that the only safe spot he had from the world would soon be plagued with screams of terror. Thomas wouldn’t have anywhere to hide when he came out of his room, you were bound to see him.

He didn’t want you to see him. He wanted to see you as a good person, one with a pretty smile and bright eyes. He didn’t want that image of you to be trampled on, not by Hoyt and not by himself.

However, what was he to do when Luda, his own mother, had already made a decision.

Luda opened the door and made her way over to the bed, straightening out the sheets before making room for Tommy, who stood right behind her. Slowly, he transitioned you from his arms and to the bed, making sure not to disturb you during the process. Once you were laid across the bed, Tommy grabbed a blanket at Luda’s direction and pulled it over you.

Thomas backed away, standing behind as Luda approached your side, feeling your head and checking your vitals. Her eyebrows were furrowed together in a concentration unliker her usual self.

Thomas was also worried himself, worried about a plethora of things from you not being okay to you waking up and seeing him in the room. He was scared of you, of what you might do or say the second you woke up. He was scared, scared beyond any fear he’s ever felt before. Yet, amidst that fear was a true and overpowering sense of anxiety.

He feared what you might say but he also feared your departure, your leaving of the world, a smile falling from heaven's gates.

As he looked at you now, passed out on that dingy bed, he could only pray to whatever it was out there that you would be okay, because -to Tommy- a person like you shouldn’t be taken so soon. At least, the person he convinced himself you were.

“We best be leaving. I’ll come back to check on her later.” Luda spoke, breaking the tense silence that had formed between the three.

Tommy didn’t wait for Luda to leave in order for him to exit the room. He was out in a matter of seconds, running off behind his own doors, his head slightly spinning and mind conflicted with all the different emotions he felt. Walking over to his nightstand, Tommy grabbed the keychain and held it tightly, using it as a grounding tool.

He took a few deep breaths and set down on his bed, closing his eyes. Collecting his thoughts and emotions about recent events, Tommy pushed them away to a safer and less reactive spot in his brain. When he opened his mind, he slipped the keychain into his pocket and stood up, making his way out of his room.

He might as well get a head start on his chores before the afternoon heat sets in.

The day passed by quickly but you had still not shown any signs of waking. Luda began to fret over you, constantly going in and out of the room to see if you had woken up or not. It wasn’t until the late hours of night when you began showing signs of waking up, tossing and turning in your sleep, accompanied by grumbles and moans every now and then.

Luda stayed in the room once you started admitting these signs, a glass of water sat on your nightstand for you when you woke up. Her eyes were heavy and her mind was blurry, a drowsiness settling in from staying up so long, she was as young as she used to be.

This is where Tommy came into play, he would take over the job of watching you for night, a job he offered to take after watching Luda to struggle to stay awake. He was scared of you, of your reaction, but the cover of night eased a bit of his fear. He had collected himself enough to sit in the dark and wait for you to wake.

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Now, as morning approaches and Tommy feels his own eyes drooping low towards the floor, you wake up. You were silent for a bit not moving, the only sign that you were awake was the fact your eyes were open, a sign Tommy failed to notice through his own drowsiness. You scanned the room, morning light beginning to trickle in through the dirtied window gave way to the outline of a room.

Your eyes traced the shape of the furniture in front of the bed, scanning the wall as if blurred in and out of your half sleeping eyes. Slowly, you sat up, the bed squeaking under you, alerting Tommy.

Looking up from where he was, Tommy watched as you rose from the bed, your form coming into vision as he too woke up from a short sleep, one he hadn’t meant to take. Standing up with a start, Tommy caused quite a ruckus, causing the chair he sat on to fall towards the floor with a loud bang.

You froze, your heart jumping out of your chest at the sudden sound. Slowly, you turned your head, your eyes meeting Tommy’s. You didn’t know what to think, nor did you know what to do for a man larger than any you have seen stood in front you, a chair laid on its side behind him.

Hesitantly, you raised your hand, waving over at the man across the room. “Morning.” Your voice cracked a bit. You weren’t scared, he has yet to give you a reason. No, you were confused, confused on where you were and how you got to be where you were. You remembered little from what happened, the last thing completely clear in your memory was the image of that keychain you had seen down at the shop along the road. Everything else was too hazy to decipher.

Tommy didn’t do anything in response, he couldn’t. If he moved from where he was, just barely out of the reach of light, you would surely see him. You might not be scared now but you would be the second light shone down upon him, revealing to you the beast everybody claimed him to be. For now, until he could think of what to do, Tommy stayed still.

You watched the man in front you, his body not moving an inch. Tilting your head to the side a bit, you studied the man, barely making out the outline of his frame. He was hunched over ever so slightly, his shoulders pointing inward a bit as his face pointed directly at you. You could only wonder if he was staring at you the same way you were staring at him.

Not knowing what to do, you decided to stand up, your body aching from laying so long. You weren’t aware of how long you slept but you knew it was longer than the recommended eight hours.

Sliding off the bed, you stood on your legs, nearly falling over as your legs gave out a bit. You grabbed the mattress of the bed for support, holding onto it until your legs became used to supporting your weight. Afterwards, you let go of the mattress and stretched your arms above your head. For a minute, you stretched your arms, back, and legs. Once you finished and felt like you could finally work again, you turned to face the man by the wall.

You went to ask a question but was interrupted when a knock came from the door, which swung open soon after, revealing a woman who appeared to be well on in her years. You assumed this woman was the man’s mother.

Her eyes immediately landed on you, a surprised look overtaking your face. “You’re awake, dear.” She spoke, a tone of disbelief overtaking her voice.

“I appear to be.” You replied.

The woman’s face broke out into a warm smile. “I’m glad to see that. Come take a seat on the bed so I can make sure you’re okay. You gave me quite the fright, passing out on me back there.” She spoke, walking into the room with small strides.

You followed her direction and sat on the bed, watching as she made her way closer to you. Just before she checked you over, she turned to the man.

“Tommy, you may leave now, dear. Thank you for staying. Don't worry about chores today. Take some time to rest.”

The man left after that, his eyes not once connecting with you. You didn’t even get to see what he looked like, he left that quickly. The only thing you saw was his back as he walked out the door, his shoulders barely able to make it through the small door frame. Your eyes followed him as far as you could see, your interest piqued.

“That’s Thomas, my youngest boy. He’s been up all night making sure you were okay.” The woman informed, placing the back of her hand against your forehead. “He’s a sweet boy despite what some of these people want to believe. Never once has he done anything to approve of those god awful rumors people tend to spread.” She rambled, her voice becoming defensive, angered.

You gave a saddened smile at the news. From what you knew so far, Tommy didn’t appear to be a bad person, he did stay up with you all night. “People tend to make enemies out of people who only seek to be their friend.” You replied, a sour taste forming on your tongue from the words you had just spoken.

The woman nodded, moving her hand to the under part of your wrist, taking your pulse. “What can you do?” She sighed, a defeat infecting her voice, a defeat you sympathized with. “Anyway, my name is Luda Mae, dear. Would you care to stay here until your friends come back? You said last night that you had lost them.” She asked to which you nodded.

“You’ve got a pretty name, Ma’am.” You complimented to which Luda gently slapped your arm.

“You’ll make an old woman blush.” She teased. A smile, one even more genuine and happy, over her face. She looked up at you for a moment. “What’s your name, dear.”

“Y/N.”

“What a lovely name indeed.”

It didn’t take long for Luda to finish checking your vitals, smiling happily as she came to the conclusion that you were doing much better than yesterday. However, she informed you that you would be resting today with Thomas, an idea you didn’t hate one bit.

You couldn’t name why but you desperately wanted to know what this Thomas looked like, especially after hearing what everyone else had to say about him.

You would soon find out when Luda had led you down to the dining room where Tommy was already sitting. She had sat next to him, the only empty chair at the table from what she had said. Breakfast was to be served in twenty minutes and the two of you were to wait there.

When you originally entered the dining room, you were graced with a full view of Thomas, his features visible now. As you looked over him, you were stricken with confusion on why people claimed him to be anything but another man. Yes, you could tell he wore a leather mask to hide some sort of skin disease, but many people suffered from skin problems, even you had suffered your fair share of skin problems in high school. What made Thomas any different? You didn’t know.

Now that you sat next to him and could look at him more closely, you see the handiwork of the mask making, the stitches that cut across the leather in crooked rows. You could tell the texture was uneven, the leather cut in uneven segments. Around the mouth was where the cuts grew to be the most crude, their lines jagged with haste, however, they got the job done, whatever job that was.

You wanted to ask Thomas why he wore the mask but decided against it. Instead, you turned away and stared down at the table.

Thomas, who had been pretending not to notice your stares, finally relaxed the second your eyes tore themselves from him. He didn’t understand why you kept looking at him, why you didn’t say anything about his appearance, or call him a monster. He was expecting you to just like everyone else. The second Luda had brought you into the room, Thomas held his breath, scared for what you might say but you didn’t say anything. He couldn’t even detect a look of disgust in your eyes.

You confused him, you confused him more than anyone else ever has. You didn’t turn away in disgust at him, instead you stared at him with a wonder in your eyes like that of a child in a candy store. Curiosity filled your expression not resentment or distaste like he was used too. For the first time in a long time, Thomas didn’t know how to react to someone, he didn’t know how to react to you.

So, for the next twenty minutes, the two of you sat in awkward silence, both not knowing what to do when it came to the other. However, despite the awkwardness you shared, the both of you also shared a new found curiosity in one other, both interested in knowing what the other was going to do next.

Breakfast was served shortly, two others coming to the table. One of them, a man in Sheriff’s uniform, spoke to the entire table in a rather egotistical manner, a speech you missed because you were focused on other people such as Thomas who was eating his food faster than anything you’ve ever seen. He had finished before everyone else and went to stand up when Luda Mae called him down.

“I said no chores today, Tommy. You’ll be spending some time with Y/N, both of you taking the day to rest. Once she finishes, you may show her to the living room.” Luda instructed her voice firm but not harsh.

Tommy sat back down, his eyes flickering over to you.

Giving a nervous smile, you looked back down to your food and quickly finished it, not wanting to keep Thomas waiting. When you finished, Luda excused you from the table and the two of you made your way into the living room.

Thomas took a seat on the couch, an action you copied and took a seat a respectable distance away, not wanting to crowd him too much. For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, both not knowing what to do.

“So, what do we do?” You asked to which you received a grunt in response. You were quick to learn that Tommy didn’t talk, something that drew you further in.

“Do you have any books?” You asked, just looking for anything to do.

Thomas gave another grunt and motioned to a book shelf over in the corner. You went over and looked at the books, finding nothing that interested you. Sitting back down, you looked around the room for something to do, your eyes eventually landing on Thomas, who was also staring at you.

A small blush dusted your cheeks as Tommy’s eyes met yours. You weren’t used to people looking at you, your own self typically overshadowed by the beauty of your friends. Averting your eyes, you stared down at the couch, trying to think of something to say, something to do.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a thought crossed your mind.

“Do you know how to fist bump?” You asked Thomas, looking up at him. He gave you a confused look, one that caused you to chuckle a bit.

Holding your hand out, you made a fist, motioning for him to do the same. After a few seconds of contemplation, Tommy held his own fist out. Bringing yours towards his, you gently bumped your knuckles together, spreading your open as you pulled the fist away. You made a whooshing sound as well, adding to the fist bump.

Tommy just sat there, still confused.

“You don’t have to do the whoosh. You can just bump your fist against mine.” You held your fist out again. Tommy didn’t move. You gave a patient smile and moved your fist a bit closer to his. “Just go for it.” You calmly pushed, not wanting to seem like you were mad that he was confused. You made sure to keep your voice even and soft.

Slowly, Tommy moved his fist towards yours, ever so slightly bumping it against your own. Your smile grew at the action and you raised your arms in a small cheer.

“Yay. You just officially gave me a fist bump.”

Tommy huffed and bumped his fist against your knee. You raised an eyebrow at the action but didn’t fault him for it. You thought it was cute.

“Knee bump.” You called out.

For the rest of the day, the two of you exchanged fist bumps every now and then between different activities you forced Thomas to do with you. From reading books to playing games on paper, the two of you made what started out as a boring day into one the both of you could enjoy.

The day came and passed, leading you well into the night hours where you still held a smile, your heart happy here.

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As the days passed, you still had yet to receive any word from your friends. You were beginning to feel that either something bad happened to them or they left you here. However, you had little time to think about it, your mind preoccupied with helping out Luda Mae wherever you could and strengthening your new found friendship with Thomas.

Over the past few days, Thomas would wake up every morning to greet you before the two of you were called down for breakfast. He would give you a fist bump, the same way you had taught him days before. He would give you one every night as well, even though typically ended up a bit sloppier than usual due to the lack of sleep.

Everyday, especially when you were working outside, Tommy would take time off from his own work to bring you water. He would stay till you drank the whole glass. A kind gesture it was, one you appreciated more than anything.

You were also quick to realize Tommy’s show of affection was gift giving, something he displayed everyday through a simple glass of water.

This show of affection was made apparent the night before Valentine’s Day. Tommy had pulled you aside after dinner, leading you outside. You were confused on where he was taking you, however, your worries left once you realized he was just taking you to sit on the porch steps. The two of you both took a seat next to each other, a space between you, one that was getting smaller as the days went on.

The fresh air felt nice and the stars shone so beautifully down upon the dry land. Tonight was a night that wasn’t sweltering hot, a special occasion worth celebrating within its own right.

You turned to Tommy and watched as he pulled something from his pocket, holding it out to you. You placed your hand under his, your palm facing upwards. He dropped the item, which made a small clinking sound, into your hand. He was quick to pull his hand back, nervous, you could tell.

Lifting the item to where you could see, a rather large smile spread across your face. It was the keychain from the shop, the same keychain you wished you could have gone back and gotten. Your heart warmed at the action and you couldn’t stop smiling, a few tears prickling within your eyes at the gift.

No one has ever done something like this for you, noticed something so small about you. It made you feel like crying just thinking about it. Tommy really was the sweetest.

“Oh, thank you, Tommy.” You spoke a little too loudly, throwing your arms around in a fit of emotions.

For a moment, Tommy remained still, unsure what to do, however, after a bit, he relaxed within your emotional hold. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as tears fell from your eyes.

“Thank you.”

Tommy simply held you for the rest of the night until it was time for bed. Soon enough, he was giving you a fist bump and the two of you were heading off to your respective rooms.

That night you slept with the keychain held tightly in your hand.

Morning came and you were woken up by Luda who wore her usual warm smile. “Would you like to bake with me today?” She asked. You were quick to agree, happy to help.

“Of course. What are we baking?” You asked, clipping the keychain onto your belt loop, the surface warm from the heat of your palm.

“A pie, one of Tommy’s favorites. He really enjoys sweets. Since today is a holiday, it’s only right we do something for it.” She informed, leading you out of your room and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was already set up for the pie, the only thing that was left to do was prepare it and put it in the oven. Luda was quick to show you what to do, explaining every step in thorough detail. At each step, she demonstrated what needed to be done then let you try, a tantalizing experience at first but one that got easier the more you performed the routine.

Soon enough the pie was in the oven and the two of you were off to do morning chores.

Today was laundry day, so Luda had you start off with scrubbing the clothes and hanging them on the clothesline. You were out there for an hour, scrubbing then hanging then back to scrubbing. You didn’t mind it though, cleaning always calmed you, a fact that has stayed constant throughout your entire life. Never once did cleaning feel like a chore for it was something that soothed you, similar to taking a bath. Now, as you perform the dance of washing clothes, you feel collected and calm, your mind filled with a peaceful serenity as the buzz of cicadas surrounds you.

A gentle tap on your shoulder alerted you to another’s presence. Turning around, you faced Tommy who held a glass of water out to you. With a thankful smile. You grabbed the glass and drank it. “Thank you, Tommy.” You kept your voice soft, as you always did when addressing Tommy, he didn’t deserve anything worse than your gentlest.

He was always so sweet to you, sweeter than the pie in the oven or the keychain hanging from your belt loop.

You still understand how people could see him as anything but a friend. Thomas has been nothing but a friend to you since you’ve arrived, always there to give you a fist bump after a hard days work of helping out Luda. Even when he was in the middle of his chores, he would stop to make sure you drank water, always keeping an eye for you.

When you first saw Thomas you never expected for him to be this sweet but you didn’t expect him to be cruel either. Now that you know him a bit better, you can officially say that Thomas is one of the kindest and most generous people around, his actions sweeter than anything you’ve ever experienced.

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