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Good For You || Jeon Jungkook♡

Genre: S.M.U.T

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Word Count: 4202

Summary: You decide to treat jungkook to a lil surprise ;)

Song rec: Good For You - Selena Gomez + Prblms - 6lack

Note: I haven’t proof read this cause im sooo tried omg so sorry if there;s a few mistakes :)

Originally posted by jimiyoong

You had spent the whole day in the apartment that you shared with Jungkook. It had been raining since noon and Jungkook was at the studio all day, leaving to entertain yourself.

Jungkook left around 9 am and now it was 7 pm. For the whole day, you lay around in nothing but one of Jungkook’s plain white shirts and panties. You were all alone, so why not be comfortable? You watched T.V, drew a little and belted out your favourite songs at the top of your lungs. Then by the time you looked at your phone and saw the time, you were extremely bored and just wanted Jungkook to come home already. So, you decided to text him and ask him when he was going to come home.

Y/N aka my bitch: when are you coming home? I’m boredddd

You waited about five more minutes before Jungkook replied.

Jungcock: idk babe, maybe another hour?? i’ll text you when i’m on my way

You rolled onto your back and groaned, letting your phone fall out of your hand onto the L shaped couch you lay on. You got up and had no idea what to do to fill time. You sauntered into your bedroom that you shared with Jungkook and observed. The king sized bed that you slept in last night still had unmade, messy white sheets scattered over it and there were a few items of clothes and towels spread around the floor. The white mesh curtains were still closed, letting the city lights shine through dimly.

You decided to go for a shower. You got undressed as the shower heated up and then got in and let the warm water take your mind off of how bored you were. You washed your hair with your favourite coconut shampoo and then your body. Then you thought, to waste some time, to shave. You loved the feeling of smooth legs against sheets.

Once you got out, you towel dried your hair, leaving it only a little bit damp meaning it would dry wavy. Jungkook loved it when your hair was like that since you usually tied it up or straightened it. 

You strolled over to the chest of drawers which held your underwear, and while you looked through the drawer, your eye spotted a bag tucked away at the very back. You were confused for a few seconds, but when you pulled the bag you remembered. A few months ago, you had bought basically a full lingerie set. You didn’t buy it for Jungkook, you bought for yourself. You loved making yourself feel and look good, and it just so happened that Jungkook loved it too. Although you hadn’t even worn this set yet. Or any set in quite a while.

You sat down on the bed and emptied the bag onto the bed, spreading everything out to see what was there. There was a (slightly see through) black, lace triangle bra with matching lace bikini briefs. This was kind of similar to your normal underwear (minus the see through part), but what really made it was the floor length mesh robe. There was a black ribbon that went around the whole thing so that you could tie it at the front. There was also more lace detailing at the very bottom and at the end of the sleeves.

You felt a sly smirk make its way onto you soft lips, and immediately knew exactly how the rest of this night would turn out.

Even though it had been about half an hour since Jungkook had replied to your text, you decided to say something else.

Y/N aka my bitch: okay babe, I’ll wait up for you ;)

You sent the text, knowing fine well that Jungkook knew something was different from the winky face you added which meant he would probably be home much sooner than he intended, then went back to the lingerie that was laid out of the bed for you. You grabbed it then held it up. You could tell that you would be able to see right through it with out even having to put it on, but not completely thanks to the black lace detailing. But that’s what the mesh robe was for, right?

You slid on the briefs, which you noticed had a little bow on the top and then clipped on the bra. Funnily enough, the lace covered nothing apart from your nipples, which made you chuckle since you knew how much that would tease Jungkook. Then, lastly, you slid the robe on. The baggy sleeves reached just above your wrists and the bottom of it slightly dragged on the floor. You walked over to the wall length mirror and looked at your self.

Your hair had dried just the way you wanted it and if you said so yourself, you looked damn hot. Your skin tone went perfectly with the black as it gracefully slid over your body. You tied the ribbon of the robe in front of you but made sure to leave it loose, so that one shoulder of the robe slid off effortlessly.

You still didn’t really know when Jungkook was going to be home, so you went through to the dimly lit living room and sat on the couch. You never bothered to turn on the T.V, since behind it, was a wall made of glass. The view from it was breath taking. It looked right out over Seoul and you could see the orange and white lights from above, making you feel even better about yourself. 

Probably around ten minutes passed of you laying on the couch before you decided to get up and walk over to the wall of glass. You leaned in the corner, making your robe slightly fall off of your shoulder again, but you never bothered to tug it back. 

You watched the veins of your city and the cars that flowed through it. The people looked like little dots, yet you could still feel the buzzing energy from them. From there, you could actually see the tall building that held the studio where Jungkook worked from a few miles away. Your mind went back to Jungkook and it roamed all of the possibilities that await you both.

Then, as you stayed looking out at the view, you heard the front door open down the hallway.

“Y/N?” He shouted. “I’m home!”

You didn’t say a word and simply waited for him to find you in the living room. You heard his keys rattle in his hand and his footsteps as he walked down the hallway connecting the door to the living room.

“Y/N, where are-” Jungkook’s sentence stopped, along with the rattling of his keys and his footsteps. A smirk grew onto your lips as you slowly turned around. Your robe was still slightly off one shoulder so you slowly pulled it up.

Jungkook had frozen. You could tell he definitely did not expect to come home to this. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt like he usually does on studio days and tight black jeans. You let his eyes explore your body from across the room for a few seconds more before you strolled over towards him.

“Look what I found.” You suggestively giggled, motioning to your attire. One light laugh exited Jungkook’s mouth as he raised an eyebrow.

“Why have I never seen this before?” Jungkook asked. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer so that your chest was pressed against his. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, only making you want him closer to you.

“I got it a while ago then forgot about it.” You shrugged. “I just wanted to look good for you.” You gazed into his eyes, which were already filled with lust. Lust for you. For all of you.

“I think I can say you look more than good for me,” Jungkook smirked as he leaned in, dropping everything in his hands onto the couch next to you.  

His lips hovered over yours so that you could feel his hot breath on your lips and as he teased you, his hands roamed all over your back before settling nicely on your hips.

“God, you’re so beautiful…and you’re all mine.” He whispered.

He finally gave in and his lips molded perfectly into yours. It started off slow and passionate, not letting go of each other’s lips. Both of your eyes were closed but you didn’t need to have them open to see what the other person wanted. As the kiss progressed, it got hotter and thirstier. Jungkook’s hands made their way to underneath your thighs and he squeezed them, indicating for you to jump.

You obliged and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to the table in between the kitchen and the living room and placed you gently on top of it. Your hands quickly found their way to his hair and fiddled around, messing up his hair and every time you slightly tugged, a throaty moan would vibrate from Jungkook’s mouth to yours.

Jungkook’s soft lips started to stray away from your mouth, leaving it cold and alone. But he made up for it by keeping them attached to your jaw, then your neck and then to your earlobe. You felt him slightly nibble at it, making your giggle and try to escape, but his strong arms held you still and his lips left your ear and got to your collarbones, your sweet spot. Your head tilted back to give him more room to explore your body, which he took full advantage of.

He dragged his lips off of your body and stood up straight so that he towered above you. He looked down at you and hungrily licked his love stained lips. 

“It’s taking me a lot to not just fuck you right now on this table.” He groaned. You leaned back on your elbows on the table and opened your legs ever so slightly. You bowed your head but looked up at Jungkook through your eyelashes.

“Well, why don’t you?” You asked innocently, tilting your head to the side softly. You watched Jungkook moan from just looking at you and the bulge in his pants grow. He threw his head back and rubbed his hands over his face. His head hung back for a few more moments before he came back and looked you dead in the eye.

“Because I’m too much of a gentleman to do so.” He took his bottom lip between his teeth and watched you.

“So what are you going to do with me?” You questioned, keeping your position.

“I’m going to fuck you right now in the bedroom.” He wickedly smirked. 

Before you had time to process what he just said, you were being picked up by his strong arms and back to the position you were in before with your legs wrapped around his waist and your lips attacking each other.

Your hands tangled in his hair and every time your lips parted (which wasn’t often) you felt his short, hot breaths against your plump lips.

As you both entered the room, you let yourself untangle from his body and set yourself down on your feet as you pulled away from him. You stood at the foot of the bed with Jungkook standing in front of you, so you put your hand on his chest and gently pushed him onto the bed, so that he landed on his back, propping himself up on his elbows.

He watched you with hungry eyes and licked his lips, digging his teeth into his bottom lip. You trailed your hands to the ribbon which held your robe loosely around your body and untied it, slipping your arms out of the sleeves and letting it fall to the ground around your feet. You could almost see Jungkook’s pupils dilate as if you were a drug to him.

You swanned over to the bed and crawled onto it, crawling over Jungkook’s body and stopping just as you got to his face. 

Before you could say or do anything, Jungkook’s hands gently held your waist and once again he had complete control over you, but that didn’t make you forget the control you had over him. He flipped your bodies around, so you took this opportunity to lessen the things separating you and reached behind your back to unclip your bra, getting rid of it by throwing it to the side. Leaving Jungkook leaning over you, his eyes completely mesmerized by you underneath him.

You steadily leaned upwards, so that you were propped up on your elbows and your lips were against his right ear. 

“You want me?” You whispered into his ear and attached your lips to his jawline, not too far from his ear. You heard Jungkook gulp and a quiet whine escape his lips. 

“I’m all yours.” And with that, Jungkook’s body straightened up and you fell back onto your back. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and kept them above your head. From there, his lips made contact with your skin once again. He began at your lips and made his way all the way down your body, creating a trail connecting your lips to your collarbones, to the sweet valley between your breasts and making a pit stop at the bottom of your stomach. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute and a small feeling started to brew right at the bottom of your stomach.

While Jungkook left sweet kisses along your skin, just above your lace briefs, you felt his teeth graze against your delicate skin. Your head rose and you looked down to see his devilish eyes looking back up at you, directly into your eyes and catching the top of your briefs in between his teeth then slowly dragging them down your legs until they completely came off.

Even though you really wanted Jungkook, you wanted to please him. You wanted him to feel good; this night was about him, and if you were to be pleasured in return, you definitely wouldn’t say no.

As soon as Jungkook rid of every article of clothing hiding you from him, you sat up and took Jungkook’s shoulders, guiding him down so that he lay on his back. You could see by his face that he was slightly confused by your actions.

“Let me be good to you, baby. Please?” You practically whined, making Jungkook’s breath faster and his head nod, as he was lost for words. Before you could act on this, he got rid of his shirt in seconds and soon enough it was on the floor along with everything else that you had worn just minutes ago.

You got on your hands and knees and crawled over his body, just as you had done at the beginning of this spell but only this time instead of stopping at his mouth like last time, you stopped a little earlier.

You sat up on your knees over his legs and looked at up at him. You hadn’t even touched him yet and he was already panting beneath you. His back was lazily against the massive head board and his hands laid on the sheets. You took your hands and drew them from his knees to just above his thighs, where you found the button and zip of his jeans. You hands gracefully undid them and pulled them down, bringing his boxers with them letting his dick free, throwing his jeans and boxers out of the way to the side. You heard Jungkook hiss just at the sight of you above his cock, and a sly smirk showed on your lips.

You leaned forward and kissed his abs, leaving a trail behind you as you got to his dick. You gave the tip a few kitten licks, making it twitch slightly beneath you resulting in a small giggle escaping your mouth.

“Oh my God, you’re such a damn tease.” Jungkook groaned. So then, you started leaving heavier, prolonged kisses up and down his length before fully fitting him in your mouth making a long raspy moan break free from inside Jungkook. Sweat started to form on his forehead and his head tilted all the way back.

“Yes Y/N, just like that.” Jungkook praised with slurred words as if he was drunk on your love. 

More melodious moans broke free from his lips, making yourself moan sending the vibrations from your voice onto Jungkook, only making him love what you did to him even more. As you sped up your pace, Jungkook could feel himself about to let go soon.

“Y-Y/N, I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum.” He panted. Jungkook expected you to release yourself from him, but you wanted to stay with him until his high finished. And only a few seconds later, a stream of profanities and moans left his mouth and he shot into your mouth, letting some fall from your mouth coating your lips with him. You swallowed what you could, and left him with one last kiss.

You sat up again, seeing the result of a messy haired and sweaty Jungkook. You brought your hand up and wiped away the remaining mess left around your mouth and grinned at him, licking your lips.

“So? Was I good to you?” You innocently grinned. Jungkook’s lips turned into a wicked smile and a few chuckled left his mouth, making his shoulders go up and down.

“You were more than good, princess,” Jungkook said, “You made me hungry for more babe.” Jungkook was standing on his knees, so close to you, his chest was up against your breasts. He leaned down to your ear and you felt his hot breath fan the side of your head. 

“And I’m insatiable.” Sex dripped from his lips as those words fell out of his mouth and into your pool of sin.

In seconds, you were once again lying on your back; your hair fanned out around you with Jungkook above you. You kept your head back and looked up at the ceiling, waiting for some part of Jungkook to come in contact with your pure skin. 

You were slightly surprised when his lips caressed your hips, throwing in small strokes of his tongue and grazes of his teeth. He hadn’t even pleasured you yet and you were a squirming mess underneath him. Your breathing had quickened and as Jungkook loved your body with his lips, you could actually feel his smirk grow.

“Jungkook,” You whined. “Stop teasing, you know I hate it.”

Jungkook chuckled and lifted his lips from your body. You raised your head to look back at him and that stupid smirk still hadn’t left his lips.

“Someone’s eager…” He mumbled. All of a sudden, he dipped his head back down, only this time his lips didn’t make love to the delicate skin on your hips but to the soaked folds of your heat. A gasp mixed with a moan broke out from your lips from surprise and his tongue swirled around you.

At first, it was small strokes but as time went on, he went deeper and deeper. You felt a knot begin to tie at the bottom of your stomach and with each stroke and swirl it got tighter and tighter. So when he added a finger, which caressed your clit, you truly felt that from just that added action you would come undone. Until you were just about to warn him that you were about to let yourself go, everything stopped. 

You lay on the bed, your chest rising up and down at a fast pace from your lack of breath as Jungkook had literally just taken it away, in complete shock.Your head rose, and a furious look showed on your face. Jungkook simply sat before you chuckling away at himself.

“I’m sorry, I had to. I know you hate it, but you’re just so hot when you get angry.” Jungkook grinned, his eyes strolling all over your body. 

You didn’t have time to think about what he said, you knew what you wanted and you were planning on getting it, and soon. You got up onto your knees and grabbed Jungkook by his muscley shoulders and before he knew what you were doing, it was his turn to lay on his back again as you directed what was to come.

Surprise showed evidently on his face, and as you came into his view with nothing but lust filling your eyes, your wants and your needs he knew what you wanted. He saw you as a golden lioness, not necessarily hunting her prey, but almost as if she had her eyes on her lion.

Jungkook believed that his eyes fooled him since he thought he could see the alluring and hypnotising aura that you produced surrounding you. You glowed and moved in the most perfect ways. He loved every aspect of you, both physically and within. He was your king and you were his queen.

You crept from the bottom of his body all the way up so that you reached his face. You leaned in so that you could both feel the heat radiating off of each other, but not close enough to touch. You went back down to the lower part of his stomach. You looked up at him through your long and luscious eyelashes with out raising your head and licked your lips to keep them wet. You opened your mouth slightly and settled your bottom lip just above where Jungkook needed you most and slowly dragged your lip up his abs, letting your tongue join in on the way to your destination.

Jungkook’s head rolled back and so did his eyes, he didn’t even have to look at you to feel amazing, but looking at you please him made it that little bit more blissful. 

You tore your mouth from his collarbones and sat up so that you were straddling his lap. You felt his member beneath you but not yet in you and you rocked your hips back and forth, creating friction between you.

“Fuck.” Jungkook hissed as he closed his eyes and bit his lip hard. You couldn’t help yourself when an iniquitous grin lay upon your rose coloured lips. 

“This is what bad boys get when they misbehave.” You purred, twirling your hips around. 

Jungkook’s fairly large hands snaked from his sides so the bare sides of your hips that were upon him. His hands roamed that area of your body and your hands traveled downwards. Without even recognising your actions, you moved back slightly and propped yourself up. Your hand spiraled to take hold of Jungkook’s dick, and you positioned yourself above him.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, separating him from the blind bliss he was in, as he wanted to watch you please yourself with him. You slowly let yourself down on him, taking your breath away. And you didn’t have to worry about protection, you decided birth control would be better and easier for both of you.

“Oh my God.” You gasped as you adjusted to his length inside of you. Jungkook was too caught up in what was before him to say anything comprehensible, so, he helped you move as he kept his hands on your hips.

You started to slide up and down, twirling your hips around and around. Jungkook helped the pace quicken by moving his hips into you. Moans filled the rooms, with spiraling profanities and your names. And as the pace got faster, the moans got louder.

“Holy shit, yes, Y/N.” Jungkook panted, his hands leaving your hips and heading north to play with your breast that had a slight bounce to them as you rode him, only making you feel even better, which you showed by letting your head fall back with a moan.

“J-Jungkook, I don’t think I can-” You were cut off by Jungkook hitting just the right place, making you scream out in pleasure.

“It’s alright, Y/N. Cum around me baby, come on.” Jungkook praised. So as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter, eventually, it finally broke and in the middle of you riding out your high, Jungkook came shortly after, filling you up.

Then as praises and shouts and ecstasy filled your ears, you pulled yourself from atop Jungkook and fell to his side. All that was left was the sound of heavy breathes and the city outside.

Jungkook turned to you and smiled. He grabbed the white sheets, which were now significantly messier than before and pulled them over the two of you. You turned to your side, letting your head find a home in the comfort of his chest where his heart beat. His hands migrated towards your head and he stroked it with care and love.

“You know, I like these surprises, we should do them more often.” Jungkook chuckled affectionately. 

“Yeah babe, sure.” You chuckled. You hadn’t even realised how tired out you were until your eyelids became heavy and soon they were closed and Jungkook’s soon followed as you fell into a sweet slumber in each other’s arms.

10

compilation post of Josh Thomas from the channel TheBitBlock getting mad at my tweets about how Ribbon Girl and Min Min make for a cute couple, and my responses messing with him (click for comments)

so yeah, good to know that he’s a homophobe along side all the other things wrong with him. I was kinda surprised when he first began replying to my tweets about RibMin (and he replied to practically all of them) ‘cause they weren’t directed at him in any way and he didn’t really respond to any other tweets about ARMS other than mine

but anyway, RibMin forever

I’m just going to say it:
Violet Baudelaire tying her hair up in a ribbon to get the hair out of her eyes doesn’t make sense if she has bangs

VIOLET BAUDELAIRE TYING HER HAIR UP IN A RIBBON TO GET THE HAIR OUT OF HER EYES DOESN’T MAKE SENSE IF SHE HAS BANGS

We find the dead possum beneath
our breakfast spot on the front porch,
that same spot we call “ours” and still
eat at, each morning, separately. We
find it there and then
find a way to make it about Us.

Its tongue is un-muscled,
dangling from its dry mouth, with no
tendon, no rope, to keep that flesh pink,
that pretty color, in a world with no decay.
A mouth with no life. And though we are not
honest to ourselves,
the stench only becomes sacred
when we give it our name. The
snakes coiled up sleeping in our
throats rattle and unhinge, blooming.
We cannot make ourselves
peel it off the porch, its once-body gone
to ribbons of what was once called a body.
What leaks from the matted toughness
of skin, now collapsing in tufts, is
last night’s conversation or
better yet
last night’s bedroom.

Fact: possums smell like the dead
even when they are still alive.

Fact: this defense was carefully
developed.

Fact: possums play dead so well
sometimes their bodies
believe them, too.

The course-skinned corpse smiles,
its teeth: shells so far beneath the surface
it is almost calm as they tell you
that you cannot swim back up in time.
That your lungs are already empty of air.
Its mouth makes hilarity of reminding
us it is dying
by waiting
until we cannot take
the stench anymore.

Fact: I cannot take the stench anymore.
And yet,
you bring the body into our bed
and say you love it.
But I wake up
every morning to find it
folded up, too small. Folded like
‘take this shit back’
in the throat of our closet.

We keep it, like this:
in this home
we have decided
it deserves.

—  “In the Last Months, When We Still Call it Love” by Emma Bleker
Cherchez La Femme: Plus que ma Propre Vie (Final)

A/N: This is the final part. Good Lord, I can’t believe I’m done. This has gone on since JUNE, everyone. JUNE. And I’ve been writing it since October of 2016. I wrote it, edited it, edited it, typed it up, edited it again, and edited as I posted. It’s been quite a mess. But a good mess.

This fic is the reason I started a Tumblr. Back when I began writing it, I was coming out of a really horrible place in my life and I felt like I could start writing again, so I decided to start off easy–with fanfiction. I thought having characters and settings, etc, that were already developed would help me out, but this actually turned out to be one of the most in-depth, complicated things I have ever written. 172 pages (on a Word document, it was over 300 handwritten) and 107,500 ish words later, it’s actually finished. Done writing it, done posting it, and I’m not going to go back and edit the posts, even though I really, really want to. 

I have so many people to thank, for giving me ideas or for encouragement, so here goes:

@captainamerotica: You are actually half of Cherchez la Femme. All those scenarios we came up with? This is a conglomerate of all of those. Also, Drina is based on you, and I’m so glad I included her. So thank you for being there from the literal beginning.

@find-me-here2: You were my first Tumblr friend, and back when I was still complaining about how writing was going on this site, you were diligently reblogging everything and shamelessly promoting my fic even before I was certain that I was going to post it! Thank you for nagging me to finish it. 

@persephone-is-here-omg: Thank you, first of all, for your all-caps, paragraph-long reactions to every. Single. Post. I love seeing them, and I happen to like that your phone doesn’t understand that you definitely put paragraph breaks in. I think it’s hilarious. Thank you, my lovely wifey, for nagging me continually to post it as I teased you with bits and pieces of it (get ready to do it again for Twisted Satin and Diablerie). I treasure you and your wonderful comments.

@thecrownedrose: Thank you for your marginally less screamy reactions to this fic. They were no less entertaining, but definitely a little less punchy. I’m sorry I made you cry so much, but unfortunately, you can’t blame me for all of it; it’s Marvel’s fault. No angst, no Bucky! Thank you for reading and commenting on every single post despite the fact that you are now dealing with screaming, annoying children. Thank you, also, for nagging me to post this, even when I bitched to you about not wanting to, and as I said above, get ready to do it again for Twisted Satin and Diablerie! I love you, I love you, I love you.

@abovethesmokestacks: Thank you for reading and reblogging on every single post! Your reviews were amazing, too; they satisfied my inner English major when I needed someone to analyze things with in-depth. Seeing you reblogging always made me happy. 

@rebelslicious: YOUR GIFS. YOUR GIFS. Thank you for every single one of those. I usually burst out laughing whenever I saw them because they were so perfect. 

@suz-123: I know you weren’t there since the beginning beginning, but I’m so glad you found Cherchez! Thank you for every single one of your reblogs and comments! 

@betsy1066: Thank you as well! You have stuck out this whole thing, and I really, really admire you for it, because it was starting to get ridiculous. @rainbowrobotmarkerz: You started in the middle, but I’m so glad you saw it and enjoyed it! Thank you!

@genesis-d-winter: I’m so glad I met you at that convention! I loved talking to you there, and thank you so much for reading this and reblogging it. Hopefully we can continue talking, and we’ll see each other again at another con.

@sad-af1121 and @papi-chulo-bucky: Thank you for reading and reblogging. I see you every so often in my notes and I love it. Also, @papi-chulo-bucky, that anon’s ask made my year, thank you for thinking of my fic. Church flames is actually a good title. @avengersandlovers, thank you for reading this, too! I love how you attempted to call me out for whining about your angst, but I’m going to, even though my blog is the Angst Den. I’m so glad you enjoyed Cherchez, despite all the sads.

@erisjade: Your messages every so often were awesome, thank you so much for that. They usually came at just the right time and kept me going.

@adminsup and @mo320: I see you messaging and liking all the posts. You guys are absolute sweethearts, and I know we never talk, but I see it, and you make me happy. 

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE ON MY TAGLISTS. Whether you stuck it out from the beginning, found it in the middle, or saw the post a few chapters ago, thank you, thank you, for telling me that you wanted to read it and you thought it was important enough to be notified about. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO READ IT OR IS READING IT. I may not see you on the notes, but I know you’re there and I wanted to say thank you for giving it a look. This thing is my baby and I love it, and I love all of you. @charliexowrite and @bi-diana-prince, I know you guys are like me and are going to binge read now that it’s over, so ENJOY!

If I forgot anyone, I am so sorry, but I’ve had this in my drafts now for a couple of weeks. Thank you all. The fanart, the comments, the reblogs, the likes… thank you.

I will probably make a playlist on Youtube soon, and make a post about that. I’m working on a Spotify, too. 

WARNINGS: FLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUFF, small children included, engagement, swearing, marriage

WORD COUNT: 1845

MASTERLIST

SONG: I’ll Be Seeing You–Instrumental

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Blast from the past, do you happen to still recall the steak prep recipe(with the brine and newspaper) you made in a LRR video ages upon ages ago? I really enjoyed it a few years back-and as my three year run of vegetarianism is coming to a close I figured I'd pull it out again. The video looks like it's no longer up. Thanks for all you do. <3

Transcribed Verbatim by Alex Steacy From The Von Hoffman Bros’ “Big
Damn Book Of Sheer Manliness”
-Please distribute and enjoy!

Macon’s Politically Incorrect Salt Steak

This recipe involves more than a modicum of showmanship and is
guaranteed to command the attention of your guests. For maximum
effect, have them scrub up and get involved with the preparation.

But first, a word about your dinner guests. If your friends are the
type who stew over the sodium content of their Diet Cokes, who cringe
at the fat content in a Caesar salad, who fret knowing that their
Bordeaux contains sulfites, who wouldn’t dream of using real butter on
a baked potato, who use ground turkey when making a batch of chili…
If this describes your peer group, then the first order of business is
to go out and cultivate a more lively set of friends!

When you succeed in Befriending that gang who savors a good single
malt before dinner, accompanied by a generous portion of cheese,
followed by a sumptuous repast dripping with rich sauces and a variety
of wines, topped off with a good cigar and a snifter of cognac… now
you’re ready to pull out the salt steak! (Contrary to popular belief,
your new friends may have a greater life expectancy because they spend
much less time worrying about chicken shit.)

INGREDIENTS:

1 Large sirloin steak, 1-½ to 2 inches thick (porterhouse is also
nice!); the larger the piece of meat, the better, as it decreases the
salty outside to tasty inside ratio

6 sheets of newspaper, no color print (we prefer the Wall Street Journal)

1 Large bowl of kosher rock salt

1 Jar whole pepper corns

2 Jars Lawry’s lemon pepper

1 Bottle Worcestershire sauce

1 Jar of Grey Poupon mustard

1 roll of masking tape

10-pound  bag of Kingsford charcoal

Start by laying your fire. The biggest risk is not using enough
charcoal (more on this later). Your charcoal bed should be at least 6
inches thick (leave the grill off after you light the fire).

After you’ve got the fire started (and you’ve replenished your
favourite beverage), mix the spices (rock salt, pepper corns and lemon
pepper) together in a big bowl. Lay the six sheets of newspaper open,
and plunk that hunk of beef down in the middle o it. Open the jar of
mustard, and slather one side of the meat with a ¼-inch-thick layer
of it [1] (your friend’s eyebrows should raise perceptibly at this
point).

Next, grab several handfuls of the spice mixture, and plaster it to
the mustard. You should have enough spice on there so that you won’t
get any mustard on your hands. Then dump enough Worcestershire on
there to color the whole thing brown. [2] Carefully turn the steak
over and repeat on the opposite side.

When you’ve finished making a mess of this beautiful piece of meat,
wrap it up in the paper, and secure with masking tape [3] (try to
cover as little area as possible with the tape-think of the ribbon on
a Xmas present). When the bundle’s secured, immerse the whole thing in
your bucket of water [4]-your guests should be howling by now!

Replenish your drink, and tell a few dirty jokes while you wait for
the fire to reach its peak. Let the bundle soak.

When the fire has reached its zenith-and your Weber is about to
melt-pull the soggy package from the bucket, squeeze out the excess
water, and throw it directly on the coals (pray that the fire does not
go out!)

Depending upon the size-of-fire to size-of-bundle ratio, allow about
10 minutes on each side. The paper should dry out, and be on the verge
of catching fire.

When the bundle is looking good and charred, [5] rescue it from the
fire, and (using your now-empty bucket) remove the paper and scrape
all the mustard and spices off the meat. The steak at this point has
been partially steam cooked, and will have a sickly white appearance

Put the grill back on your kettle, and brown the steak for 3-5 minutes
per side. When it looks like an edible piece of beef again, [6] slice
into ¼-inch-thick strips and serve. If you’ve done it right, the
steam from the newspaper has traveled through the spice layer and
impregnated the meat with flavour while retaining the juices-a
marvellous little example of applied physics.

Be careful not to overcook it though-there'as a fine line between a perfectly seasoned piece of meat and a salt lick. Good luck!

Love and War (chapter 9)

Strange Magic

Bog/Marianne, T rating

This is a story about two kingdoms, side by side, but worlds apart. And at war.

When the Bog King finally wins his war against the Fairy Kingdom, he decides that a political marriage with the eldest daughter of the deposed Fairy King will help to promote peace.

Obviously, he’s never met Marianne.

AO3 | FFN


Nobody is in the corridor when Roland steps into Marianne’s bedroom and closes the door.

A dressing table stands agains the wall opposite the bed; he moves to it—cosmetics and brushes stand on the tabletop, not what he’s looking for at the moment.

The design of the table is one with which he’s familiar; a classical antique by one of the kingdom’s best artists. Roland has a cheaper imitation version in his own room. The table is supported by two curved pillars, with two unobtrusive cabinet doors that swing out. He opens the first one, pulls out the top drawer.

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Self Harm Tattoos

Lets google ‘self harm tattoo’. What the heck is that? Oh I see, it’s people trying to cover up the ugly. Hahaha! What? By the way patreons here’s a bloody naked chick. That’s why you’re patreons, to see random hor… Yeah okay. Self harm much, Jesus.

Here is a self harm tattoo, “Let me help” and it’s a butterfly sewing up…. SO EMO!

“I’ll learn exactly how to put up a fight” It looks like you smeared poop, is that what a self harm scar looks like? Poop?

Ah that’s creative. See they cut themselves and then they tattooed around the cut like it's…. Hahaha. Too bad the actual tattoo artist was the worst.

They got a fighter ribbon for slashing themselves up? I mean if a soldier who runs on the battlefield and shoots himself in the face is a 'fighter’ then yeah, you’re a fighter.

Ohh!, this persons a warrior because you’ve seen the war. The war of emo!

“Heaven can wait” What does that even mean? What are you talking about?

We’ll just put a bird cage over… what? It would make more sense if you had a bunch of cats climbing your arm because they would be slashing it as they go. That would actually give you a lot of cool points.

Why do self harmers get a ribbon? Ribbons are for like people who died in war or people who get breast cancer. Not people who take a razor and go *makes retard sound and face while pretending to cut himself*. Come on.

“Love yourself” See that’s finally a tattoo that makes sense. Cause they got sick of slashing up their wrist so like you know what - I’m gonna take a needle and I’m gonna poke myself a thousand times to establish that I should love myself.

“Stay strong” See this is getting close to home. I got the “Remember Love”. Ro-ro-ro-me-b-b-b-er Love. We all have our struggles.

“Fighter” laughs

“You are art” What they hell is with your skin? It’s like a snakes skin that’s about to peal off. Is it because you slashed it so many times it wrinkles weird.

Butterfly “Believe” Self harmers really like butterflies, have you noticed that?

What the fuck is that arm? Serious question. What is that? Does that belong to a baby because it looks like… are you harming a baby?

“Love Yourself” Can you imagine being the tattoo artist. *Pretends to be tattoo artist while saying whoops a lot and hitting bumps* God this is hard to tatt… god, hit another bump.

Why the hell did you get a ribbon? Cancer patients get ribbons! Not you! You know what you get, accountability. That’s what you get.

Oh my god, yet another ribbon, Jesus. That’s how we over come things - by making ourselfs the victim so we can’t fix the problem. Now you open up to people and say 'Hey I made a mistake. I did this to myself.“ That’s when you take responsibility and that’s when you start growing.

What even is that? How is that a thing? It’s just a bunch of dots.

Okay, this tattoo I dig. Very good on you. Two kitties, it’s bomb as hell.

"The past can leave scars but the future will plaster over (Onion reads over as 'yeak’) What?

"No Lies, just love” That’s the tattoo that I… You know what I’m talking about. Yeah, you guys know. I don’t even have to finish that sentence. You know what exactly I’m talking about. See, it’s not a bad tattoo. It’s a good tattoo. Haha. I’m insane. Really? I’m the psycho?

Yeah, that tattoo is kinda dope except for the butterfly wings. Those look awful. I really like that font. It looks like something you’d see on a brick wall in the middle of the ghetto. Also the daddy’s girl thing you cake monster. *Winks then laughs* I’m attracted to trouble.

Him

The closed curtains are glowing in the sun shining behind them, tincturing the room with a dull tone of orange. The rotating fan is fanning my lazy feels. I turned around to look at him and he is still in deep sleep. This is why I love Sunday mornings. I can watch him sleep. I am left alone in my world to admire him. I can hear his soft breaths serenading me. I start with his sharp jaw line that makes me go weak on my knees.

After caressing his bearded cheeks, I trace the contours of his gaping mouth and then plant a kiss on his nose. I see his half closed eyes and the eyeballs moving rapidly under them. Is he dreaming about me? I gently stroke his uneven eyebrows and then slowly tap the eyes shut. I love doing that. I see his long, slender and perfectly sculpted fingers resting on his pillow. Is this why he can make such beautiful ribbons on his A’s or the puffy bows on his B’s or those winding curves on his G’s in his letters? I see his ruffled hair and my fingers climb up to the black fields on his head. As I move through them I marvel over how ravishing its insides must be for all the beautiful words he writes to me can’t be a work of something mediocre. I wish of delving into the intricacies and intimacies of his thoughts that transform into words he pens but it’s a pity that I see the vestiges of his brilliant mind only through his words.
Now when I think of it, it were his words I fell in love with first and perhaps, it were his words that made me fall for him.

Like a magician smoothly conjuring up a pigeon out of thin air, he spun a world with twiddle of his words so effortlessly. Once I entered it, I knew I wanted to be there for all the times to come. I wanted to be a part of his creation. I wanted to be his muse for rest of my life. But it was becoming the love of his life which was much more magical. He was my windfall.

Crossing all the miles between us, his handwritten letters would arrive at my doorstep every now and then; and my heart would fly to him jumping over all those numerous milestones after reading each letter.

In my moments of self-loathing and despair, his words would lull my heart into sleep. I never knew I could look so beautiful, but the words he adorned me with made me fall in love with myself. Like the greens of mountain complimenting the purple blooms all over it in spring, like a quenched thirst in a summer rain, like an impromptu dance in a monsoon evening, like a road decked with fallen leaves in varying shades of chrome in an autumn morning and like the warmth of a bonfire in a wintery night, I found the solace and joy, I searched for, in his words. Often, when I am all by myself, I catch myself smiling unconsciously for all his words lodged in my subconscious.

Though the courtship years are gone, I still find glimpses of his writings; the sweet nothings on a sticky note on the fridge when I return from a hectic day at work, or a text after midnight when he is busy working in another room or a draft in my laptop blinking at me after a fight between us.

He breaks away in between kisses to say me how much he loves me. He pulls me into a back hug and whispers in my ears what I mean to him. On the night of our anniversaries, we nestle up on the bed and he reads out a letter for me. In those times, I get confused about what should I concentrate on, the beautiful words he wrote for me or his dulcet voice crooning those words and sending jitters in my ears.

Sometimes I feel so lacking and inadequate in front of him. I can’t stop wondering if I am showing him my love in every possible way like he does. With the pages of calendar turning so fast, ruminations about our lost moments of love are rife in my head. Am I making enough memories with him? Am I laughing a little harder with him? Do I love him a little more with each passing day?

I hope our lifetime lasts much longer so that I can fill his heart with infinities of my love for I am already soused with his love.
May be I should write him a letter today. But before that, I pull up his arms up and snuggle myself to him. Let me sleep some more time in this paradise.

~Tapaswini Dash #Fanpost ( via heartbeats) 💕( cr:- The storyteller )

( again here it is , these posts leave my speechless )

With the announcement of the official Frozen 2 release date the other day, I’ve been thinking a lot about what most of us in the Kristanna fandom are hoping for in the sequel. Most of our wish lists include Kristoff and Anna kissing, singing a duet (which actually came true!), getting married, or at least getting engaged…

But has anyone thought about them having a fight? Not like the flirty bickering they did before; I’m talking about a real fight, where they could be so mad they would refuse to talk to each other for a little while. Not the most romantic thing to wish for, I know, but think about it:

1. It would give a realistic look at how no relationship is perfect. There will always be disagreements and arguments in real life, and this could teach the audience a proper way to handle them.

2. A fight could give them some amazing character development, whether it’s a peek into one of their pasts, or just a clearer explanation for their way of thinking and who they are…If that makes sense.

3. When they make up, there would have to be fluff. And I don’t know about you, but romantic fluff after a couple fights is much more satisfying that fluff on its own.

Notes From a Lefthander: Demons and Darklings

So. You has teh dark spirit. A demon, even, perhaps. Here’s some a basic walkthrough I use:

1. Is there literally any other explanation that consistently holds up?

Some of us will flip out the moment a negative energy appears in our space. I’ve done it, you’ve done it, everyone’s done it.

Possible explanations:

❇ You are having a (run/couple of) shitty day(s)

❇ You need to cleanse

❇ Someone negative came in your space

❇ Someone is thinking negatively about you

❇ The winds of assholery are strong today, and the negativity followed you home

❇ There’s a hole in your wards

❇ You have no wards

❇ You haven’t eaten/taken your meds/slept/drank water/showered/other self care as indicated

❇ You need to see a professional (no hate, i’m clinically paranoid, i feel ya)

❇ Random coincidence overlaid with pattern seeking

❇ Literally question everything

Done? P sure still gotta dark thing? Kk. Onwards.

2. Do you want to make a friend?

Demons can be malicious, sure, but so can gods, random unaligned spirits, the Fey, the elements, ghosts, etc. and so on forever, amen.

On the other hand, a demon is easy to feed, eager for attention, may or may not be willing to trade power/knowledge/favors, and doesn’t take up much space. They like to gossip, make good guard dogs, and i’ve yet to meet a demon without a sense of humor.

Darklings of other stripes may range from “annoying” to “attention seeking” to “I AM ANGERY BE ANGERY WITH ME” and so on. They too may be willing to trade, or may be just looking for someone to talk to, or hell, may just be a particularly strong echo that can be redirected.

The point is, trust nothing (because everything in the spirit world is a potential asshole until proven otherwise), but reach out. Everone’s always on about deity contacting you, the other team may be saying hello.

3. “Holy balls, are you nuts!? I don’t do dark shit/want a demon friend!” OR Nope, bastard’s malicious, needs to go bye bye.

Kek, so this mostly comes down to what you’re comfortable with, and what you want to achieve.

Simply Want To Be Left Alone?

❇ Mix up some mojo bags!

Things i like/use/have recommended to others:

Obsidian, hematite, moon stone, any shiny or unshiny rock that makes you feel safe, sage, little plastic toy soldiers, salt and pepper condiment packets, spicy condiment packets, batteries, tacks, nails, mirrors, river stones with sigils on them, sigils in general, that one Seal of Solomon that controls demons, the Hand of Fatima, a token of your deity, a miniature tarot card (the Page of Swords, King of Swords, Strength, Chariot, 9 of Wands, 9 of Cups, 8 of Cups, 4 of Cups, literally any card that speaks to you), essential oils bottles (not an herbalist, sorry), etc.

❇ Anoint your house! Use whatever flavor of holy water/holy oil you like!

❇ Salt the premises!

❇ Smudging sometimes works

❇ Politely ask it to leave you alone (hey, it works sometimes)

❇ Ask a deity for assistance

Want It To Actually Go TF Away?

❇ Banish its ass! I’m personally partial to Catholic excorcism, but I have also done the classic “make a shit ton of noise while focusing on telling it to go away” method, aka Banging Two Pans Together While Shouting. (I have done this in an apartment, 0/10 do not recommend.)

❇ Bind its ass! There’s a shit ton of binding spells. Pick one. I like sigils wrapped in ribbon or sealed in an envelope and buried.

❇ Bomb the Joint! Ok, so: get a focus item. Charge the focus item. Release ALL THE CHARGE AT ONCE omnidirectionally. Takes me about a months to make a boomy thing, but i don’t have a lot of mojo to work with.

Bonus: get a deity to help charge it if that’s your thing.

Bonus Secundus: bless it for that added kick

Bonus The Third: curse it if you’re a bitch like i am.

Feeling Vicious And Wish To Fuck Shit Up?

❇ Trap the fucker! The kindest of the nasty, simply build a trap and suck that shit up. An Origami cube (on mobile, can’t link, Google is your friend) with a baiting sigil inside it (or even just a charged pentagram, or a shiny rock, or basically anything that looks like it might grant some modicum of power, or something charged with the energy it eats, etc.) and a simple circle around the opening to keep it inside works wonders.

Also fun: genie bottles, cursed objects, music boxes, any other trap that has ever worked is worth a try. Hell, trick the little turd into a metal circle that’s superglued into a wooden box.

Bonus, if you’re mean: free battery!

❇ Destroy the fucker! Got it in a genie bottle? Drown it in holy water! Origami box? Set it on fire! Trapped it in a ring? Salt the ring and smudge without releasing it! Curse a tealight to hold it and burn the tealight. Cursed an object? Annoint and cleanse!

❇ Stake the fucker out! Ok, so we’re into a level of vindictive that’s delightful to me. Easiest way is to trap it and bury it somewhere as a warning to others that You Are Not To Be Trifled With.

But…if you’re feeling really extra…

Get a large metal spike. Railroad spike or tent spike. Bind the thing to it.

(Put a symbol/spell/sigil/the things name if you know it/anything you can use to symbolize the thing around the spike. Wrap it to the spike with ribbon. Profit.)

Plant it in your front yard so everything that wanders by your house can see it trapped, being used as a spiritual lawn ornament.

Anywho, that’s how i deal with dark shit. Have fun, kiddos, and remember, always regift your cursed items responsibly!

Desperate Times

Rated-Teen, Fluff/Humor, Ladynoir


Ladybug stared at the tiny figure standing on the palm of her hand in complete shock. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” she said.

Chat Noir scratched the back of his head. “Guess I wasn’t quick enough. What do we do now?”

“We? Chat, you’re sixteen centimeters tall! If I lost sight of you, even for a moment, you could get stepped on. You’ll have to sit this one out.” Ladybug set her partner down on a nearby bench, before turning her attention back to the akuma.

Only, it wasn’t there.

“Where’d it go?” Ladybug scanned the nearby area, but the akuma was no where in sight.

“Must be going after Chloé,” Chat said as he attempted to climb off the bench. “A little help?”

Ladybug sighed and walked over to him, holding out her hand so he could climb onto her palm. “Fantastic. I wonder how many akumas this makes that were caused by Chloé?”

“Twelve, I think. But that’s not the problem right now.”

“You’re right. We need to find Chloé before the akuma does. I wonder where she would be this time of day?”

“We could always try Le Grand Paris,” Chat said, pointing in the direction of the hotel. “Doesn’t she live there?”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Ladybug was about to grab her yo-yo when she realized something. “How am I supposed to carry you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to accidentally drop you in case the akuma attacks and I don’t want to just leave you behind.” Ladybug contemplated her options when a thought struck her. “My hair ribbons.”

“What about them?”

Ladybug pulled out one of her ribbons and her hair fell across her neck. “Tie this around your waist. Make sure it’s a secure knot.”

“Okay.” Chat sounded reluctant, but did as she asked. “Is this good?”

Ladybug smiled and picked up both ends of the ribbon, Chat swinging back and forth as she did so. She brought the ribbon up to her neck and tied the two ends securely together. “There. Now I don’t have to worry about you getting lost.”

“M-my lady?” Chat called out to her. “Are you sure about this?”

“It’s fine. Just keep your hands and feet where I can see them. Now, hold on.”

They managed to make it just in time to catch the akuma off guard. Ladybug knocked the akuma’s weapon out of its hands, but was unable to reach the object containing the tainted butterfly. Luckily, Chat Noir’s staff still worked and he was able to knock the sparkly barrette from the akuma’s hair. Ladybug crushed it under her foot.

After all was said and done, and Chat Noir was returned to normal size, the two congratulated each other on another job well done.

“Well, my lady, it’s been an honor,” Chat said, a pink tinge peeking out from underneath his mask. “I-I need to go now.”

Ladybug knew she shouldn’t but really couldn’t help teasing the poor kitty. “What’s the matter, Chat? You look a little flustered there. Everything alright?”

“I’m fine! Perfect! Wonderful! I’ll be seeing you around, or well…” He trailed off, scratching his neck nervously.

Ladybug smiled and winked at him. “Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the ladybugs bite.”

He turned bright red. “You-you too! Good day, no, night! Goodnight, my lady!”

Ladybug watched his retreating back and giggled. “Sweet dreams, kitty.”

Mysteries are Not to be Solved

He plucks the cigarette from your hand, twirls it between his lithe fingers and brings it to his mouth. A long drawn out breath, his vacancy begs for fulfillment. You watch his ribs open like flower petals. 

“You should stop smoking,” he tells you and smiles ironically at the withered cig still dangling off the ridge of his knee. “It’s bad for you.”

“Why do you do it?”

Sehun holds the stick between his teeth, leans over, ruffling your hair, laughing when you scowl. “Little girls shouldn’t be asking questions.”

“Stop treating me like I’m ten. I’m only two years younger than you.”

“Which makes you practically a fetus.”

“Please,” you reach over and pull it from his teeth, extracting an impatient sigh. “I’m not going to listen to you.”

He turns toward you and—

click 

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any jaderose/jadekan headcanons that you could share! I just feel like those are under appreciated ships!

OHH they really are!! they really are……i luv them…..im sorry if these arent Original headcanons as much as they are #concepts but w/e i love them…..

jaderose….

  • jade and rose reinvent the squiddles series together and create squiddle plushies 2.0….rose figures out how to maximize the amount of Tangle per tangle buddy and jade does the math to make it a reality. they fall asleep on top of each other in their squiddle pile and jade drools everywhere while rose snores loudly
  • roller derby girlfriends. jade is gardenGnawstic and rose is tentacleTherapissed. im bad at derby names. rose is a pivot and jade’s a jammer. they kiss and get ice cream after every game
  • writing horrendous fanfic about wizards and their animal companions
  • jade is extremely tall and rose only comes up to like. under her chest
  • jade would make a really cute letter with lots of dog stickers and pick flowers for her and ask rose to be her gf. rose is like oh shit i planned to ask you first and is playfully fake-upset by it. jade’s all smiles
  • they would take pictures of each other all the time. also rose puts on jade’s glasses and pulls a face, and sets it as jade’s wallpaper on every device she owns
  • pet ownership

jadekan….

  • they plant flowers and herbs and trees and fruit together in the new world they created and try to cook what they grow together. its a disaster
  • kanaya makes jade a sunhat with a green ribbon and holes for her fluffy dog ears and advises her to wear it. jade’s all “oh my god kanaya i grew up on a sunny island you dont need to WORRY about me…..” she wears it
  • jade designs a more aerodynamic, functional chainsaw
  • they would program stuff together. kanaya doesnt understand it all except naming the variables silly stuff but she has fun
  • heated discourse over the twilight series. kanaya rewrites it as per jades suggestions and the vampire and the werewolf are happy together
  • bad karaoke duets. i dont care if its ooc i just love the idea of them singing together and dancing together too. kanaya can’t dance very well but dips her and twirls her (thanks to porrim’s teachings)
  • jade can bench press her. also every time jade kisses kanaya early on in their relationship it makes kanaya blush A Whole Lot. shes so happy and lucky

this got long….also combine all of them into an ot3 for another amazing concept….tysm for the ask!!!! it was fun coming up with things!

anonymous asked:

I really like your work! Good job!!~ As we all know, Valentines is coming up! 8)) {Kuroo, Akaashi, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Iwaizumi}'s reaction to their S/O saying that they are too busy to meet during the entire week including Valentines, but appearing at the boys doorstep when it's almost midnight on Valentines, chocolate in hand, face red and panting from running over! ("Did I make it in time???") Thank you!!

“In time for what? I was just about to get into bed, but since you’re here now you can come join me!” Kuroo winked and his S.O. smacked him with what little strength they had left. “So, what’s going on ____? It’s past your bedtime.” They huffed and looked away, shoving a small box into his hands as if to shut him up as quickly as possible. He unraveled the careful wrappings and ribbons to see Valentines chocolates, all slightly disfigured from either the rough delivery here or poor craftsmanship. “…Pffft!” A snort of laughter was not what his S.O. was expecting, nor what they wanted to hear after days of hard work. “Hey wait! I’m not laughing because they suck or anything! It’s just… I knew it! I knew you were acting weirdly for some reason. I just wasn’t expecting the reason to be so cheesy! This is something straight out of a teen romance novel!” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing harder and when he finally regained his composure, he cupped their sulking face in his hands and forced them to look him in the eyes. “Hey hey don’t be mad! I never said I didn’t like it because I love this and you know I love you, especially when you do silly things like this.” He grinned sweetly, like a child, at them and kissed them just as innocently, as if it was a way to make up for all the previous teasing. “Happy Valentine’s Day ____. You’re the purrfect one for me!" 

"Stop ruining the moment you stupid cat!!!”

”_____, you do know how late it is right?” Akaashi lead his winded S.O. into his house, watching them jump onto the couch to catch their breath. “Is something wrong?” They hung their head off the arm of the couch, shaking it vigorously and wordlessly handed him a small box, still too out of breath to form sentences. The box was wrapped in a delicate pink paper and decorated with cute ribbons… he knew exactly where this was going. “_____…. I expected nothing less from someone amazing like you.” He laughed softly and affectionately ruffled their wind-tangled hair. “You spent all week avoiding me, sprint all the way to my house and knock on my door at nearly 12 am just to deliver me handmade chocolates? You’re adorable you know?” His S.O.’s eyes widened because my god Akaashi’s grin accompanied by his laughter was just the sweetest thing to behold. He bent down and kissed their cheek, ignoring all the sweat and grime on their cheeks from the long sprint to his house. “Thank you ____. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

”_____? Why are you here?” Tsukishima raised an eyebrow at his S.O’s figure hunched over to catch a breath. “Couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow?” They looked up at him and desperately shook their head in breathless disagreement, deciding that it would be best to skip all the explaining and get right to the good part. They shoved the box into his hands and slowly slid to the ground. “…Is this a Valentine’s gift?” He didn’t even need to open it as the pink wrapping and ribbons were enough of a giveaway. “You know you didn’t have to run all the way here just to give it to me today. Tomorrow would have been fine. I would have been just as happy.” His S.O.’s disbelieving expression wasn’t unusual because frankly, Tsukishima’s current facial expression wasn’t exactly the picture of happiness. Irritated, he knelt down and pinched their nose shut, enjoying his moment of sweet revenge as his S.O. squeaked in surprise and their face contorted into a silly expression. “____, you know I mean it. Even if you didn’t get me anything, I would be happy enough with you. But, in the end, you still got me something so….” He pulled his S.O. close and kissed them softly, lingering for a few seconds before retreating shyly. “…Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Whaaaat ____-chan! What are you doing here so late? Are you planning a late-night rendezvous with me? How romantic!” Oikawa flashed his S.O. his signature irritatingly shiny smile, one that he saves for the best of his fangirls (and them!). They threw a small package at him, knowing that his perfect reflexes would enable him to perfectly catch it. “Oooh what’s this?” He eagerly opened it to reveal the small and slightly crushed chocolates inside. “____-chan..!!” His cheery laughter sounded throughout the street as he picked up his S.O.-who was on the ground from sheer exhaustion- and gave them a bone-crushing squeeze that surely only the strongest of athletes could pull off. “I was disapppointed you know?” The tone of his voice suddenly dropped a few octaves to show his now serious attitude. “I really wanted to spend time with you, especially on Valentine’s Day. You avoided me so much that I thought you were mad at me! But, seeing you all flustered like this and running to me in the dead of night…. you’re so cute ____!” He pecked them sweetly on the tip of their nose and giggled at the sight of their face, flushed from their exercise and his embarrassing actions. “Thank you for making this unforgettable _____.” 

“Do you know what time it is? It’s dangerous for you to be wandering the streets so late at night!” Iwaizumi herded his S.O. into the house, mentally preparing a stern lecture. “…Wait, what did you mean by “making it on time?” He raised an eyebrow as they handed him a small package that was crinkled from being so tightly grasped in their hands. Inside were chocolates, rather bruised from the bumpy ride, but adorable nonetheless. “You made these for me?” His S.O. nodded wearily, squatting on the floor and too out of breath to answer him in words. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me all this time?” They nodded again, albeit now with a cheeky grin across their face. Knowing that his precious S.O. spent all week thinking about ways to make him happy, imaging all the work they went through to make some chocolates just for him… he really needed a moment. “…You’re unbelievable. You could have just told me you know? It would have spared you a whole lot of trouble.” He knelt down and brushing away the fly-away strands of hair from his S.O’s face, he leaned in and kissed them firmly on the forehead. “I would have been happy even if you didn’t give me anything. Being with you is enough of a gift. But… thank you for the chocolates. This means a lot to me.“ 

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