#also I worked all day and didn’t have time to prepare anything for valentines

[spookykestrel]

I never cared much for black teas but I had the yummiest earl grey at a coffee shop and it’s like my eyes have been opened it’s all I can think about

[explicit-tae]

V-Day Special

You ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special.

Word Count: 5.838

Warning: live sex, smut, degradation kink, dacryphilia, impact play, spit kink, overstimulation, breath play, impregnation kink, nipple piercings, sextoys, fingering, dirty talking, squirting, voyeruism, slapping, edging, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie,

@whipwhoops @darkuni63 @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632

Valentine's Day Masterlist

You knock on the door, arms crossed. The cool air slices through your skin as you await for Taehyung to answer.

There’s nerves bubbling through you - you haven’t done anything with Taehyung in so long. You were surprised when he agreed to your request.

Being a camgirl wasn’t easy work, but it was rewarding. You’ve been doing so for a while now and have gained a following. You had regulars, and sometimes you’d do requests - some weird stuff, but never anything too weird that you couldn’t do.

Today, however, you had to spice things up. You were always alone in your room when you did your shows, always fucking yourself and never truly had a partner.

Today was Valentine’s day, and Valentine’s day was all about having a partner.

Again, you were surprised when Taehyung agreed. You and he dated about two years prior and things didn’t end sour and you and he remained friends. You could come to him for anything - he often lend an ear when you needed to talk and gave advice. Even if he didn’t agree, you would hope he would send someone your way.

“I’ll do it.” Taehyung had said - much to your shock - with such a cool, nonchalant attitude. “We can go to my house and do it for a change of scenery.” You had offered wearing masks, but he insisted that it was fine - another shocking statement.

Taehyung swings the door open, a wide smile on his face. “Y/N, hello.” he opens the door wider and steps aside for you to enter.

“Hey, Tae.” you say, jumping into the warm home with a sigh of relief. “You look nice.”

“As do you.” Taehyung responds. “Somehow, I sense you’re wearing lingerie under that long trench coat.” he says teasingly, eyes roaming your figure.

Your body flushes and slowly, you nod. “We have business to attend to. Had to come prepared.” you give a curt grin. 

“Indeed we do.” Taehyung licks his lips. “I’ve set up the laptop and everything already.”

You nod your head. The day prior, Taehyung had insisted on you giving him your equipment so he can set it up perfectly.

“I also decorated my room for the occasion.”

You already know the layout of Taehyung’s home and you scoff at his words as you walk towards his bedroom. “Decorated how?”

“You’ll see.” Taehyung’s voice is giddy as he follows you to his bedroom. You only snicker and venture towards his bedroom.

Taehyung has you open the door, and your eyes widen as you do. “Tae, you’re always so dramatic…” you sigh, but your body flushes at the sight. 

“It’s a V-Day special,” Taehying places his hands on your shoulders. “we have to go all out.”

Taehyung uses your words against you - you had said it to him back when you asked if he was willing to be on camera with you.

Taehyung had decorated his room and it’s only now that you realize how large it truly was. His bed sits in the middle of the room, bed made neatly. There’s balloons - red, pink, white and even a few heart shaped ones, littering the ceiling. On the far right of his room is your equipment that you’ve given him - but only now did you realize he had a ring light and you want to shake your head at how dramatic he truly was. 

“Rose petals?” you turn to face him with a laugh. “How much time did you put into this?”

And money, you want to ask, but Taehyung would never tell you. There’s rose petals leading from the door of his bedroom all the way to his bed.

“A few hours. Jimin helped me.” Taehyung admits, a light tint to his cheeks. Jimin had teased him about putting so much effort for an ex-lover - now friend - for a show, but it wasn’t like you and he weren’t friends. He was willing to help you with whatever you asked. 

“Gotta set the mood, don’t we?” Taehyung murmurs, closing his bedroom door. “How about you start setting up while I light the candles?”

“Candles?” you shake your head. “Tae-”

“Y/N, baby. All out, remember?” Taehyung winks, then ventures through his room and to his closet. He pulls out a small box and turns towards you. “Confession?” he asks and slowly you nod. It’s something you and he would ask when there was something that needed to be confessed and the other promised not to be upset - it started when you accidentally ruined one of his favorite pairs of designer shoes. “I subscribed to you a few months ago.”

Taehyung watches as your eyes widen slightly. “Oh, really?” you ask, a slight nerve in your voice.

Taehyung nods. “When you told me you were camming, I was curious. I finally caved a few months back.” he admits. “Does that bother you?”

You're hot at the idea of Taehyung watching you. It didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. Taehyung and you’ve been intimate before back when you two dated - but that was years ago. Now it made sense that he’d agree to be with you again, you think. 

“N-No.” you stutter, cursing mentally at yourself. You muster a strained scoff. “I do a lot of…stuff on there.”

Taehyung licks his lips. “I know.” he murmurs. “I was going to take that secret to the grave with me.”

Taehyung grasps the box - a medium sized black box - and makes his way towards his bed. 

You swallow, Taehyung’s words ringing through your mind. You grab your phone and begin to notify your subscribers of your live cameshow in the next five minutes.

“What made you tell me?” you ask Taehyung. He was halfway through lighting the candles when you finally decided to speak up. 

Taehyung glances at you. “You seem nervous.” he responds. “As if you’ve had second thoughts about this. Are you?”

Your palms feel sweaty and you bite your lip. 

You were nervous. You have been fucking yourself for so long that being with another man was different - and this wasn’t just another man, but an ex that was now a close friend. 

“No.” you tell Taehyung honestly. “I am nervous though.”

“Why?” Taehyung snorts. He’s now setting the candles around his room and it flickers beautifully. “It’s just me.”

“I know but…we haven’t done anything in so long.” you murmur, your nerves causing you to glance away from him. “...I wasn’t sure if you still…feel attractive towards me.”

Taehyung sets down the last candle and turns towards you. “And that’s why I told you that I subscribed.” he says - and that was his point. “I think we should go over some things before we start, yeah?”

You nod.

Taehyung makes his way around his room. He dims his light low so that the candles are illuminating the majority of it. He then makes his way past you and to the ring light, again, dimming it so there’s just enough light towards his bed for the viewers to see perfectly. 

“Now, is there anything you want to do specifically?”

“I should be asking you that.” you scoff. “This is your first time.”

Taehyung stands directly in front of you. His hand places below your chin and he gently lifts it so he has a good look in your eyes. 

“There’s a lot I want to do.” Taehyung says, voice dropping and it shocks you. The reaction shoots straight to your core. 

You inhale. “You’ve seen everything I do already.”

Taehyung chuckles. He cups your cheek, thumb rubbing along your lips. “That’s true,” he admits. “I’m an Ultimate member.”

Your eyes widen. “Tae!” you hiss, hot sensation running through your body. 

There were only a dozen Ultimate members - they paid the most and had complete access to you. They could message you personally through the phone (a second phone you acquired just for them). You allowed one on one time, acting out fantasies they desired. They got private videos and pictures that the others didn’t - sometimes it didn’t have to be sexual. 

“What?” Taehyung asks. “Too much?” The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.

“N-No.” you say, but it’s not convincing. “Ultimate is just…a lot of money monthly.”

Taehyung snorts. “I’ve been paying for it, haven’t I?” he shrugs his shoulders. “It’s okay. I like supporting you.”

You sigh, nodding your head slowly. Licking your lips, you giggle. “This feels like a fuck-a-fan event.”

Taehyung chuckles along with you. “How lucky I am.”

“So,” you begin. “what do you want to do? Have you ever requested content from me?”

You try to think of what Taehyung’s name would be since there were only a few Ultimate members. 

Taheyung shakes his head. “I haven’t.” But there were times he wanted to, but there was still the thought in the back of his head telling him that this was wrong - but it was never enough to get him to unsubscribe. 

“Then we’ll do what you want.” you smile at him, so cutely. So innocently.

Taehyung groans lowly. “I don’t think so.”

Your smile lowers. “Why not?” Taehyung scoffs - because there’s things he wanted to do to you that would probably scare you away. “I’m your friend, Y/N. But I’m still a man. I don’t want to expose you to my perverse mind.”

Taehyung drops his hand from your cheek.

“It’s a V-Day special.” you shrug. “I trust you. We’ve had sex-”

“Years ago.” Taehyung interrupts. “And that was casual sex. Nothing too perverted-”

“Do you want me to pee on you?” you snicker jokingly. You couldn’t think of anything too perverted and obscene that would have Taehyung hesitant. “I don’t think anything is as perverted as that.”

Taehyung licks his lips to stop himself from laughing at your words. “I’ll tell you what I want to do to you and you’ll just tell me if it’s okay or not.”

You nod your head. You realized, even after all this time, that you hadn’t taken off the coat. “Where do you want me to put this?” you ask, going to remove the long coat.

Taehyung swallows at your smooth skin in his view, the lingerie fitting the theme. It’s red and doesn’t hide much, the sheer lace showcasing your pierced nipples. It’s crotchless, he notes, and perfect - he doesn’t want you out of the lingerie just yet.

“I’ll take it.” Taehyung murmurs, grasping your coat and taking it towards his closet to hang it up. He needs a moment to breathe - there’s a twitch in his sweats that he has to calm down. “Okay.”

“Okay.” you nod your head, waiting for him to continue. 

“Champagne?”

You scoff in disbelief once more. “Tae…”

“V-Day special, Y/N.” Taehyung walks on the other side of his bed towards his bedside table. How you hadn’t noticed the bottle of champagne with two glasses is beyond you. He manages to pop it open, not caring if a bit spilled, and poured one for you and him. 

You grasp the champagne and smile, clicking your glass with his and take a sip.

“I want to lick the champagne off your skin.” Taehyung says, testing the waters - it isn’t something he actually thought about doing, but he wanted to test your reaction.

You choke slightly at his sudden words, but you nod. “Sure.” you swallow. “Anything else?”

Taehyung tilts his head. “...Overstimulation?”

You nod your head slowly. “I’m sure we can do that.” you agree. “Can I request one?” “Of course.”

“I want you to hit me.”

Taehyung stiffens. “Excuse me?”

You laugh. “Well, don’t knock me out.” you exclaim. “But slapping me is what I want. As long as I’m in the mood, a little pain shouldn’t hurt.” Taehyung has such pretty and large hands that you couldn’t not take the opportunity.

Taehyung swallows but nods. “I want to have control.”

“Want me to call you Sir?” you smirk. “Yes, sir. I like that.”

“You’re enjoying this more than I thought you would.” Taehyung hums, satisfied that he hasn’t had you running yet. “I think we should have a safeword. I don’t want to get too caught up in it and hurt you.”

“Oh,” you knit your brows. “You’re one of those.”

Taehyung raises a brow. “One of what?” 

“A dom.” you shrug. “Not that surprising. But okay, we can have a safeword. How about…” you rack your brain for something - anything. “...red squirrel?”

Taehyung blinks. “Red squirrel it is.”

“And if I can’t speak, I’ll shake my head aggressively.”

“Aggressive head shaking.” Taehyung nods. “I have a toy in that box I’d like to use on you.”

Your eyes fall to the medium sized box from early and you raise your brows.

“It’s only a vibrator.” Taehyung’s cheeks tint. “It’s um…actually from your wishlist.”

Your eyes widen once more. Taehyung was an Ultimate member and they also had access to your wishlist from various stores - even outside of sex. One member had gotten you an expensive water filter you wanted simply because you made him cum the hardest he’s had in months. 

“The rabbit one?!”

Taehyung nods. “Ugh,” you hang your head. “I love you so much.” you sigh dramatically, a tingly feeling coursing through your body at the thought of Taehyung using that on you. 

Taehyung gives a boxy grin. “A love confession already? I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

“Shut up.” you roll your eyes. “Anything else, sir?”

Taehyung licks his lips. “Just use your safeword if I do anything you don’t like.” he murmurs.

“Yes, sir.” you nod, smiling playfully. “I have to start now.”

You venture towards the laptop and make it towards the site. There were a few hundred people waiting already, the chatbox going crazy. “I told them I had a Valentine’s Day surprise.” you say to Taehyung. “They’re wondering what’s going to happen.”

You start the live, smiling into the camera as you read a few comments. “Hi, guys.” you say sweetly, your camgirl persona coming on.

Taehyung watches from afar as you speak to the viewers, walking backwards towards his bed. “I told you all I had a surprise.” your eyes glance to Taehyung. “I thought today we should switch things up,”

You watch from afar as the comments begin to rise as Taehyung enters the frame and you’ll make sure to go back to read them once everything is done. 

“I see you all are excited to see him.” you smile up at Taehyung. “He says he’s not shy to be seen.”

“Of course not.” Taehyung says, a soft grin on his lips. You know there’s girls that watch you, as well - they’d have to be excited to see Taehyung, if not see, then hear him. You release a breath. 

Taehyung lifts your chin and leans down to capture your lips. His fingers are gripping your chin now to get you in place, your lips moving along with his.

Taehyung breaks the kiss first, but proceeds to peck your lips a few times. You’re clenching around nothing, you note, anticipating for what's next to come. 

“I bet if I touch your pussy right now, you’ll be soaked.”

Taehyung catches you off guard, but you’re enjoying the switch. Your friends eyes are dark and filled with lust and you’re sure yours are, as well. 

“I am.” you widen your legs for him (and the camera) to see. 

Taehyung’s hand unclenches your chin to slide ever so slowly down your body. The crotchless lingerie made it easier for him to feel - and feel he did. It’s been so long, the both of you think.

Taehyung grunts at how wet you truly are, his long fingers rubbing along your clit.

“How long have you been this wet?” Taehyung questions, plopping his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.

You bite your lip at the sight, swallowing the moan in your throat. “For a while now.” you admit, especially since he mentioned the vibrator he’s bought for you. 

Taehyung dips onto the bed behind you. “Let’s show everyone how slutty you are.” he says, a swift hand wrapping around your neck to press yourself against his chest. “Not like they already don’t know.”

Taehyung’s free hand dips between your legs and slaps your thighs apart. He then proceeds to rub your clit aggressively, not bothering to prep you for anything  - after all, the safeword was there for a reason.

Your stomach churns and a loud yelp releases from your mouth. You’re sopping wet, squelching echoing around the room. 

“Does it feel good?” Taehyung questions - he knows it does. You’re moaning against him, legs widening with each rub of his fingers. 

You nod your head with a lip bite.

“Use your words.” Taehyung hisses, the hand gripping your neck slaps you suddenly, a throbbing pain against your cheek. 

“Y-Yes, sir.” you quip far too quickly, lust filling through you and shoot straight to your core. 

Taehyung likes the willingness in your actions to please him.

“Good girl.” Taehyung offers you a quick kiss to your forehead, his finger inching closer to your entrance. “You fuck yourself all the time…” Taehyung enters his fingers inside of you, long fingers reaching deep. “...and yet, you’re still so tight.”

Taehyung plunges his fingers inside of you, reaching farther than you ever thought imaginable. He was never like this prior and you pondered if he was truly holding back when you and he had sex. 

Regardless, you’re a moaning mess, no longer trying to hold anything back. Your eyes watch with satisfaction how deep his fingers are inside of you, the palm of his hand slapping against your clit aggressively as he strives to drive even deeper.

“Ah, there she is.” Taehyung chuckles darkly when his fingers hit a sweet spot that has your thighs quivering and moaning louder. “You know what I never see? You squirting. Let’s change that, baby.”

You aren’t sure you can squirt - you never felt like you had it in you. However, Taehyung did. He was determined, fingers hitting your spot aggressively, your clit being pleasuring with his palm as he does so for added pleasure. Your eyes begin to flutter close, your moans filling the room even louder.

“I know you can do it, baby. Let go.” Taehyung slaps your cheek again. He never knew you enjoyed being hit - something he wished he knew while the two of you dated.

And you do, juices spilling out rapidly and only when Taehyung removes his finger does it splash entirely onto the ground, so loud and messily that you stiffen in his grasp.

You were going to apologize, completely disregarding the live cam show you were on, but Taehyung silences you with his lips.

“Now let’s see how many times you can squirt for the viewers.” Taehyung speaks, removing himself from behind you to go towards the black box. He shows the camera him opening the box to reveal the vibrator. “Bought it new just for her.”

You lick your lips with anticipation as Taehyung steps closer to you. He turns it on, and the buzzing sound is so loud and aggressive - just what you wanted. 

Taehyung toys with you at first, pressing it against your thighs and slowly coming closer to you. “Look how slutty she is.” Taehyung turns towards the camera and laughs. “Clenching around nothing. She can’t wait to be stuffed.”

You make a disappointed sigh when Taehyung teasingly turns off the vibrator just as he presses it against your clit. He was such a tease that you’re positive your viewers would want him back.

“I want to hear you beg.” Taehyung’s demeanor changes entirely, the smile he sported now gone. “I allowed you to cum once already, beg for another.”

“Please let me cum.” You say, not up for any games Taehyung wanted to play. 

Taehyung snarls. Again, his hand is swift and a slap sounds across your face. You moan at the stinging feeling in your face.

“And here I thought you were a good girl.” Taehyung shakes his head. “But you’re nothing but a whore, right?”

“Yes, sir.” you squeak, lust filled eyes looking at Taehyung. “Please make me cum, Tae-.”

Another slap sounds on your cheek and you’re sure that you can cum just like this - the look upon Taehyung’s face and the dominance he’s instilling into you brings you great pleasure.

“S-Sir. Please make me cum, sir.” you beg. “I’ll be good.”

Taehyung hums. “Will you?”

You nod your head with wide, pleading eyes. 

“Let’s see.”

Taehyung doesn’t plan on ever giving you grace. He turns on the vibrator and it causes shockwaves to run through you. But, as if that wasn’t enough, he enters it inside of you, the rabbit ears pressed firmly against your clit as he thrusts.

Taehyung licks his lips, hooded eyes watching you closely. It’s as if the switch turned off and he was a whole different person and he’s experiencing this from outside his body.

Taehyung plunges the toy in and out of you, the vibrations sending shock waves through you. Your pussy’s glistening, the candle lights illuminating it to the camera perfectly.

“So wet and dirty.” Taehyung’s chuckles, but licks his lips. He wants to taste you, knowing you’d taste divine. “Right, baby?”

You nod your head, a moan bubbling out of you. “Yes, s-sir.”

Taehyung groans - such a submissive little thing. He couldn’t wait until he could fuck even more submission into you. Taehyung was a patient man, however.

Taehyung removes the toy from inside of you, cackling at the sight of your pussy clenching and unclenching. “You’re just begging to be stuffed baby.”

You’re panting at the loss of pleasure, back slightly arching. You bite your lip, eyes blinking rapidly as they meet Taehyung. You never wanted to mount someone as much as you did right now. 

“Thank you, sir.” you say, your eyes staring right into Taehyungs. Your voice is so soft and meek - so willing. Taehyung only smirks at you.

“You’re so full of shit, baby.” Taehyung says, placing the vibrating toy back inside of you. The rabbit ears press firmly against your clit.

“F-Fuuuuuck….” your legs widened for more, quivering with pleasure. Instead of Taehyung thrusting it in and out of you, he keeps it firmly inside of you, thrusting only deeper and deeper, the vibrations shuddering straight through your core.

“Such a pretty pussy you have, baby. So wet and filthy.” Taehyung’s voice only sends you more over the edge - his voice so deep and sultry. “All for me, right, baby?”

You nod your head frantically. “Yes, sir.”

“So obedient.”

Taehyung thrusts the toy in and out of  you, the vibrating rabbit ears hitting your clit with every thrust inside and he does it just to tease you. Taehyung moves to the side slightly, his eyes turning towards the camera with a satisfied smirk. “Such a pretty little whore. She pretends to be so sweet and loving…but deep down, she just wants to be dominated.”

Taehyung turns back to you, a boxy grin on his lips. It didn’t reach his eyes. No, his eyes were so dark and filled with lust. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, sir.” you nod, eyes breaking away from Taehyung’s intense ones.

Taehyung hovered above you, his mouth opening to spit directly onto your wet clit. 

You yelp loudly when your stomach stings, Taehyung having slapped you. He does so again and again and again - slapping your thighs, your breast to your face. Your skin is throbbing with the amount of times he struck you, but yet you cannot be upset. The pain feels good against your skin.

“My pretty little whore.”

Taehyung removes the toy from inside of you to slap it against your clit harshly, your juices flowing out of you so beautifully. 

Taehyung continues to tap the toy against your clit teasingly and now you’re twitching, eyes fluttering open and close.

“Please, sir…” you beg Taehyung, widening your legs even more. “Please let me cum.”

“Aww…” Taehyung’s free hand slaps your cheek again, the slap echoing in the large room. You moan deeply, and Taehyung only slaps you again. “...such a submissive little whore.”

“Please, sir.” you plead with him - to give you whatever. His slaps brought you great pleasure as the toy did. 

Taehyung grips your hair and yanks you forward, pressing you against him like before. “Look at the camera.” Taehyung hisses, his hand - so beautiful and large - slaps against your cheek before.

Your eyes look towards your laptop, the comments coming in fast. You’re unsure how many viewers you had, but you’re positive that they’re increasing as the stream goes on. 

Taehyung hooks his arm beneath your right thigh to keep you in place, your leg hiking up to your chest. “Let’s see how much the whore can cum.”

The toy vibrates so loud that your stomach churns with anticipation as Taehyung edges it closer to you. He doesn’t tease you any longer. He presses it firmly against your clit and then dips it inside of you. 

“Ah-” your moans are interrupted by Taehyung. He snatches your head, placing his large hand over your lips and nose. 

“No talking. Just focus on cumming, whore.” Taehyung hisses. “Look at the camera.”

Taehyung fucks the toy inside of you deeply, his hand on your lips never moving. Your eyes begin to blur, feeling the moisture of your tears coming. The toy is so deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot harshly. Your chest heaves for air, but Taehyung is adamant on not giving you any.

You don’t complain - as sick as it sounds. Anything you did for yourself during your cam shows could never compare to how Taehyung was doing it - you couldn’t wait to go back and watch it, glad that you decided to record this session.

Taehyung is hyper aware right now, even if he does appear to be far gone in his dominant act. He’s waiting for you to shake your head aggressively so he’d stop - but you never do. Your could no longer keep your eyes open and watch the camera as he fucks you - your eyelids are fluttering as he does so. Your toes are curling and he just knows you’re going to cum the hardest you’ve ever had.

Your moans are muffled - more like choked - down in your throat. Your chest heaves for oxygen, but all you can think about is the pleasure building up deep in your core, as does Taehyung. He removes the toy from inside of you just as you’re cumming, your juices spilling all over his bedsheets.

You inhale deeply when your lips and nose are released, the oxygen feeling like an added reward. Your heart is beating outside your chest so rapidly that you’re positive it was going to explode.

“Get on your knees. I’m not done with you just yet.”

Your break is short lived as Taehyung’s hand is already gripping your hair. He yanks you off of his bed entirely and you fall onto your knees. Your eyes stare up at him - so slutty and dumb looking, he thinks, and so beautifully submissive. 

You lick your lips as Taehyung’s free hand releases his cock - already erect just for you to suck. Your mouth opens to take him in, but Taehyung slaps you away.

“You whore,” Taehyung hisses. “I didn’t say you could suck it just yet.” he spits. 

“Please, sir. Please let me-”

Taehyung presses the tip of his cock inside your mouth. “Shut up.” he scoffs, thrusting himself against your wet tongue. “Look at how desperate she is for a cock. I guess those dildos you fuck yourself with just isn’t enough.”

You hum with satisfaction with having Taehyung’s cock inside of you. His grip in your hair is tighter and he keeps you in place. He goes deeper into your mouth, fully intending on fucking it - and you had every intentions of doing so. 

“So slutty.” Taehyung hisses - so slutty and good for him. You’re taking his cock fully now, allowing him to be as rough as he wants. He knows you could take him in your throat, he’s watched you throat-fuck yourself with countless dildos (as requested by a few members).

Your thighs clench together when Taehyung slaps you yet again and you open your mouth wider. Your vision is blurry once more, tears streaming down your face rapidly, but Taehyung doesn’t stop fucking you. No, your tears aren’t going to phase him and the only way he’d stop is if you gave him the signal.

But like before, you never do. Instead, you look up at Taehyung with those eyes - eyes filled with beautiful tears and lust. You wanted him to treat you like a whore off the street. You like the aggression - his cock in your throat, one hand in your hair to keep you in place while the other slaps your cheek harder and harder each time. 

“Where should I cum, whore?” Taehyung groans. “Your face? Or should I cum in your throat.”

Your response is muffled, never truly intending on responding to him. 

“Your throat?” Taehyung asks, slapping your cheek for a response.

You hum, nodding your head slightly. Your hand grasps his outer thigh to bring him closer to you.

Taehyung groans - such a whore you truly were.

“No,” Taehyung releases his cock from your mouth. You cough, saliva connecting from his cock to your lips. “I’m not cumming anywhere but in your pussy.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” is all you respond with - and it’s the response Taehyung expects.

Another slap sounds on your cheek. It throbs with the amount of times Taehyung has done so, but you don’t care. “Get on the bed.” he commands. “Ass up.”

You comply far too quickly, the thought of being stuffed by him has you wetter than you’ve ever imagined. You never knew Taehyung could be like this - sex while you two dated wasn’t like this. But then again, maybe he was scared that he’d scare you away.

Quite the opposite.

You yelp when your head is shoved into the mattress and your legs are forced apart. Taehyung is beyond you, his tip rubbing along your folds. “She’s so wet.” Taehyung tells the viewers, a slight shudder going through his body. “The type of wet you don’t pull out of.”

Taehyung enters you with one thrust that has you gasping. Taehyung breaks character for a moment, twitching and shuddering at being inside of you. You hear a low “fuck” from behind you that boosts your ego.

Taehyung doesn’t waste time, however, and he begins to fuck you with everything he had. Every frustration he’s dealt throughout the week with is evident in his thrusts. His eyes are focused on the way your ass bounces off of him, a creamy white ring around his cock.

“Feels…so good…” you gasp between words and thrusts, opening your legs even wider if it meant you could have more of Taehyung. 

“Yeah?” Taehyung scoffs smugly. He releases his grip on your hair to wrap it around your neck. He hoists you up from the bed. “Pussy still tight even after I fucked you with the toy.”

The semi-new position has Taehyung hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

“You’re clenching your pussy as if you don’t want me to stop.” Taehyung chuckles darkly.

“I don’t.” you admit - because damn could Taehyung fuck good. Was it always this good or was he truly holding back when the two of you dated?

Taehyung groans animalistically. A hand grasps your clit and begins to rub the sensitive bud between his large fingers. “I missed your pussy so much.”

There it was, the switch dimming. Taehyung’s voice is lower, as if speaking to you and you only - not the audience watching. 

“Missed your cock, too.” your head leans against him, a long whimper sliding through your lips. You were going to cum again if Taehyung didn’t stop his assault on your clit. “I love the way you fuck me, Tae.”

It’s clear now that you two were forgetting about the camera and the audience watching. It was becoming intimate, you choosing to use his name - but Taehyung didn’t care. The sound of his name coming from your sweet lips - so needily and filled with passion - has a shiver running up his spine. 

“Should’ve asked me sooner.” Taehyung grunts, his cock twitching inside of you. “Wouldn’ve fucked you so good.”

“I know.” you respond desperately. “You…can fuck me whenever you want…” you’re cumming. You try to stop Taehyung by grabbing his wrist, but he doesn’t allow you to. He continues to aggressively rub along your clit until your juices are flowing out once more - his sheets were going to be completely soaked, but he didn’t mind. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” Taehyung pushes you back against the mattress, still deciding to torture you by rubbing your clit even harder. He thrusts so deep and sloppy, your words getting to him. “Gonna cum in you, baby. I always thought about getting you pregnant.”

You’re so fucked out of it that Taehyung’s words don’t faze you - you even recall the times he told you how he wanted a big family. The breeding kink he was clearly exhibiting was understandable; expected either.

Taehyung swallows, closing his eyes to imagine how you’d look with child - so round and glowing, breast enlarged with milk for the child. “Oh, fuck…” he gasps, cumming right inside of you - so much that it begins to flow out of you and down your thighs.

“You don’t have to pay me, Y/N.”

“But…the views tripled!” you try everything in your power to show Taehyung how much money you and he made for the cam show. “You’re the reason why.”

Hours had gone by and you remained at Taehyung's home. He had been the one to stop the stream - after several rounds - as you were exhausted.

“I’m not taking your money, Y/N. It’ll just go back to you anyways.”

You sigh, forgetting that Taehyung was an ultimate subscriber. 

“So,” Taehyung begins. “do we need to have the awkward conversation now or later?”

You closed your laptop and turned towards Taehyung fully. “What do you want to do?”

“What do you want to do?” Taehyung reverses the question back at you. He would be fine with whatever you chose - casual sex or the rough kind. Even if this was a one time thing, he would respect it. 

You glance away when you grow hot under his gaze.

“I want to do it again.” you murmur. “Even if it’s not for anyone else to see.”

Taehyung licks his lips. “I’d like that, too.” he says softly. “So…does that make us friends with benefits?”

You shrug your shoulders. You didn’t need to have a label on whatever you and Taehyung were doing. You cared for him just as he cared for you - and after he fucked you so good, there was no going back to just friends. 

Taehyung hums. “My little whore.” he says jokingly, just to get a rise out of you. He grasps your hand in his own and presses a single kiss on it. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

[nebulous-library]

how they fall in love - tokrev boys

aka the april 14th "i made it through valentine's day AND white day without any romantic attention" special. happy singles day to all who celebrate. hcs for a selections of my personal tokyo revengers blorbos, including: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Hakkai, Taiju, Koko, and Inupi.

Mikey falls in love with uncertainty. He’s used to feeling so much all the time at once that he isn’t sure he could pinpoint love in the middle of all of it. But until he knew you, it didn’t matter. As you get closer to him, he becomes more acutely aware that he definitely has positive, pleasant feelings toward you. He may even get himself in trouble by picking fights with others who steal your attention from him. It probably takes Draken, Takemichi, or Emma to be like, “So, about this crush you have….” and he’d be like, “...the what.” Be patient with him, he’ll come around, and when he realizes both his own and your feelings, he’ll be the sweetest boyfriend. Please do not accept anything he cooks for you though. No chance in hell that he can cook.

Draken falls slowly. He starts by noticing how cute you are when you do mundane tasks, or the little things that make your eyes sparkle, and he finds himself wanting to know more. He’s very observant when it comes to details, and might surprise you here and there by bringing you your favorite drink or a treat of some sort, but his love language is definitely quality time. Whatever your hobbies are, he’ll definitely start feeling a stronger attachment to you if you do that thing in his vicinity while he’s working on fixing up a bike or something. It’ll take him some time to come to the conclusion that it’s love, but in the meantime he’ll settle for the warm swell in his chest that he feels when you’re around. 

Baji falls quietly, behind the scenes. If he doesn’t know you like him back, he’ll operate under the assumption that you don’t and just be content with just being by your side and will express his feelings via little gestures that show he cares and listens to you. This can range anywhere from noticing you’re warm and turning on the AC, or torching a vending machine that ate your change. Depends on his mood. Another way he’ll show his affection is by sharing things with you; food, beverages, etc., yes, but also hair ties. And he won’t even ask for them back. If you keep the hair tie he gave you and wear it on your wrist? He’s as good as gone. Please confess to him soon, this boy is down worse than he lets on.

Chifuyu falls in love like an idiot. He doesn’t fall for just anyone, but when he does, he’s immediately head over heels. In a borderline insufferable way, too. We’ve seen how clingy he was with Baji. He is gonna make himself your personal guard dog, whether you want it or not. He’s gonna go out of his way to bring you tokens of his adoration like a courting magpie. I’m so serious, this is the boy who will bring you a really fucking shiny rock he saw that made him think of you. If you try to talk to him normally, though, you’d better be prepared for him to get all flustered and formal about it. But once you get him out of his own head about it, he’s loyal and dedicated and affectionate. 

Kazutora falls in love like he isn’t sure what love really is. Sweet boy has been through so much, especially growing up in a family situation like his. He doesn’t know what love looks like, and he worries that if he were to be in love, he wouldn’t do it right. He’s one you’ll really have to take initiative with imo. But if you show him your love, he’ll slowly but surely follow suit. Show him that love can be gentle and playful and fun. Show him that it can be tender or sweet or passionate. Show him the love he’s never gotten, and he’ll learn to show you his love in return. 

Hakkai falls hard and fast, but you wouldn’t know it. He knows he likes you the moment he sees you, but if you so much as make eye contact with him, he freezes and is immediately beet red. It will take at least three people shoving him directly at you and coaching him through what to say to actually ask you out. 

Taiju falls in love stubbornly. When love isn’t what he thought it would feel like, when it ends up making him feel all mushy in his core, he rebukes it. He denies it. He tries anything in his power to keep this weakness from entering his body. He’s never known what it is to be soft and doesn’t understand why you make him feel this way. He might be cute and a little tsuntsun about it, but you’ve already cracked his shell and he can’t deny it forever.

Koko falls hesitantly. He’s nervous when it comes to vulnerability, but devoted nonetheless. Think toned down and bottled up version of Chifuyu. On the surface, he seems like he has mad game, but we all know he’s a weenie at his core, and he knows it too. He’ll seem calm and collected around you, he may even be a little flirty, but just know he’s dying inside. I suggest putting him out of his misery and confessing first, but c’mon, we all know it’d be so much cuter if he accidentally blurted it out and then was all surprised when you tell him you feel the same way. But he’s most definitely gonna keep it bottled up until he bursts.

Inupi falls in love quietly, similarly to Baji. He trusts quickly, and when he knows, he knows. He’s not going out of his way to make some big, dramatic confession, though. But he will absolutely be glued to your side. Just existing near you. He won’t be the chattiest person, but you’ll find that he’ll always have something meaningful to say. You’ll probably get more out of him if you can get him alone, honestly. Let him take you for a ride on his bike to someplace you can just enjoy each other’s company and he’ll bare his soul to you. 

[suyacho]

hello there lovely @kakushino , happy very late valentines🫶 i'm so sorry for making you wait, hopefully it's worth it </3 this is a part of the @enchantedforest-network cupid's club!!

> synopsis — running away with the one you have hidden feelings for sounds like a dream coming true. what could possibly happen when you’re both on a wave of adrenaline and end up together in one room?

secret cupid

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem princess!reader - personal knight giyuu - arranged marriage mentions - running away - tension - cursing - hinted friends to lovers - slight possessive giyuu - dirty talk - use of nicknames (dear/dearest/pearl/royal titels) - praise kink - sweet sex - unprotected sex - restraints (on hands) - creampie - slight size & breeding kink (hinting to it) - giyuu cums fast - manhandling mention (once) - the smuts kinda fast - might be ooc - slight aftercare - 3,2k words

note: i just want to say a big thank you to everyone who helped me with this fic, i appreciate it sm <3 also i hope i did giyuu justice, it's been so long since i wrote kny!

“So… this is it huh?” you think to yourself, taking one last look around in your chambers, a bittersweet smile plastered on your face. Catching your own reflection in the big mirror, hardly recognizing yourself from how much effort he put into keeping you undercover. 

“Her Royal Highness, are you ready?” A well to familiar voice pulls you from your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. “Yes Giyuu, you may come in.” you answered, taking a deep breath as you walked towards the door, slowly bidding goodbye to your life before it changed forever. 

“You know we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready Ma’am.” he reminded you and you just shook your head, discarding all your thoughts. Yet still smiling at the way he was worried for you and ready to put a stop to his plans that took him months to prepare, just for you.

“It’s now or never Giyuu.” you remind him and he just simply nods. “Alright then.” Giyuu speaks softly, glancing around the hall before guiding you into a pathway you never even went into, regardless of living in this castle all your life. It was visible that Giyuu has his guards up high while guiding you towards a secret exit, failure was not an option in this situation.

It was for the better, you knew that yet the hesitation lingers in the back of your mind. You have one chance to get away and you weren’t about to let it go. Not when you both worked for an opportunity for so long.

Two more days and the chance would’ve been gone forever considering your wedding was planned that day, or better said; a marriage of convenience, nothing more, nothing less. There were no feelings involved from both sides, still neither of you could talk back to your parents and if you did, they probably didn’t listen. 

The news broke you in a way, yet it didn’t surprise you, especially when you knew how things went around here. That’s exactly why this one time, you picked yourself before anything else.

For once you wanted to decide your own fate, even if it meant giving up your royal title, you were prepared to give it all up and to follow your feelings, especially your feelings for someone your parents would never approve of, or so you think. 

“Her Royal Highness?” Once again, Giyuu snapped you out of your thoughts. 

"Huh?" Sorry–” you apologized for being completely out of it, laughing shyly as you looked at him. Your eyes locking with one another, making your heart skip a beat. 

“We’re about to leave the castle, I promise to protect you no matter what.” Giyuu announced, making you realize how long you were lost in your thoughts. “Thank you.” you smiled, feeling at ease knowing that Giyuu’s promises were always absolute. Little did you know it was only when it came to you that he’d never break a promise, even if it costs his own life.

Carefully you followed Giyuu, making your way out of the castle, into the inner city. There was a peaceful silence, one you both enjoyed as you successfully ran away so far.

“Quick, come here.” Giyuu warned you, pulling you close to him, a surprised gasp leaving your lips at the sudden movement. Looking at Giyuu who was covering your mouth as you two hid in a narrow alley. Bodies pressed against one another, eyes looking into one another while your heart nearly beats in your throat from the sudden tension.

“Your Majesty, I think they went this way!” the main guard yelled, followed by the sound of a group of people running towards the direction the sound came from.

How did they figure it out so fast already? 

“Hey.” Giyuu whispered, gently grabbing your face and making you face him. “It’ll be okay.” 

You nodded carefully, too nervous to make a sound, both from the closeness and the situation you were in. On top of that, you could’ve sworn that you noticed his ears turning red. The Giyuu who showed little to no emotion and was calm most of the time, possibly blushing? Was there any chance he felt the same? That he also liked you the way you liked him? “They’re gone.” Giyuu mumbled, looking everywhere but in your eyes. “Alright…” you nodded, confused on why he was suddenly acting this way and carefully walking out of the alley.

“Fuck.” Giyuu whispered under his breath, glancing down at his pants, not believing himself as he quickly fixed his clothes and posture, hoping you didn’t notice anything.

“Are you okay, Your Royal Highness? I apologize for my sudden actions.” Giyuu quickly apologized once he walked up to you and you shrugged it off. “I know you did it to protect me, it’s okay.” you reassured him, a peaceful silence falling shortly after.

“Oh also, please drop the formalities.” you told him, looking up at the starry sky, reminiscing over older days. “We’re friends after all.”

Although you both secretly wished it was more than just friends. 

“Right…” Giyuu acknowledged. “We should probably look for a place to stay the night.” he suggested.

“I’m sorry it’s nothing like the castle.” Giyuu apologized, hiding his excitement at the fact of being alone with you. “It’s okay Giyuu, rest assured.” you smiled sweetly, letting yourself fall on the bed without a single worry, relaxing for the first time tonight.

“I hope he doesn’t take it personally.” you laughed softly, taking off the disguise. Not noticing Giyuu’s eyes being glued on you until you turned around, a big smile plastered on your face.

“You’re so beautiful.” Giyuu blurted out, accidentally thinking aloud, taking you off guard with his words.

“Thank you..?” you acknowledged, confused at the sudden compliment but not minding it at all.

Giyuu didn’t know what had him acting so out of character but he couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the pent up stress from planning all of this, or the tension from earlier that still had him hot and bothered, or the feelings he hid from you for years, finally being ready to burst.

“Your Royal Highness…” Giyuu started, moving closer to you, the earlier tensions being back, yet much stronger this time. 

“Drop the title Tomioka.” you taunted him, trying to hide your nervousness with playfulness.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked, gently cupping your face, trying to hide his hesitation. Giyuu wasn’t hesitant about what he was doing, he was doubting if he deserved you, if he had the right to touch you like this, to want you like this.

Giyuu might’ve been your friend, still that never changed the difference in your statuses. How could a knight like him be with the one who’s next in line? Did he even deserve that?

“More than okay, I promise.” you reassured him, melting into his touch as you moved closer to him. Giyuu had a relieved smile on his face, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek, his heart nearly beating in his throat from the nerves.

Slowly, you closed your eyes, feeling his breath ghost over your lips before he closed the gap. Your lips gliding over one another smoothly while he pulled you as close as possible, tracing his tongue over your lips, deepening it once you let out a needy whine.

Giyuu stared at you with half lidded eyes, filled with desire, wanting to have you all to himself. You brought out a side of him he didn’t know he had, a possessive side that came alive with the kiss.

“Fuck…” you breathed out, forehead resting against his as you caught your breathe, hot & bothered from desperate and lustfull kiss, yearning for Giyuu even more than before. 

“Please, could I continue?” Giyuu questioned, still speaking formally even though his cock was hard and strained in his pants, just because of a simple kiss with you, the love of his life. 

“Only if you drop the formalities.”

Giyuu didn’t say anything else, he just pushed you against the bed, hovering over you as your back hit the mattress. An embarrassing moan left your lips at the rougher side of Giyuu, making you wonder what else he could do.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Giyuu mumbles under his breath before pulling you in for another kiss. This one being messier and filled with lust as he rushed to undress you, not knowing how much longer he could hold back.

To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were both feeling that way and slightly hesitant, not because you didn’t want him, what if he wasn’t pleased with what he saw? 

“Hey.” Giyuu spoke softly, having pulled back because he noticed your attention being elsewhere. “Tell me if anything is too much, alright dear?”

Giyuu sweetly pecked your lips and then moved down your body, leaving sweet kisses as he continued. Not even giving you time to process the nickname as his fingers trailed along your bra clasps. 

“Is this okay?” he questioned, wanting to make sure you were okay with it once more and you nodded quickly, looking everywhere but in his eyes. It wasn’t like Giyuu to be this vocal or speak too much, still he wanted to put your comfort before his own. 

“Look at me, pretty girl.” Giyuu taunted, unclasping your bra as he took it off, sweetly pressing kisses against your skin, whispering sweet compliments as he went on, making you feel so loved and wanted from just the slightest touch. 

Giyuu made sure to pay attention to everything, his sweet kisses on your chest slowly moving down your stomach as he looked up at you, stopping at your undergarments. A cheeky grin plastered on his face as he kissed you through the fabric, groaning once he felt how wet you were.

“I’m glad the feeling’s mutual.” Giyuu smiled, liking a stripe along the fabric before taking it off, cock twitching at the sight before him. Noticing how you hesitantly attempted to close your legs, only to be stopped by his strong grip. 

Once again you avoided his eyes, your arms nervously covering your chest. Embarrassed of feeling this way, regardless of the fact that Giyuu has shown you gentleness through and through, hating the fact you were this insecure, even if it was the man you loved.

Giyuu’s big hand only caressed your body with gentle touches, rubbing it sweetly to calm your mind, not wanting to push you too much. 

“Are you okay, Your Majesty?” His tone lingered with worry and care, looking at your face. “I’m okay, it’s j-just—“ you stuttered on your words, suddenly feeling stupid for feeling this way.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to push yourself.” Giyuu spoke sweetly, taking his hand off you and pulling back the slightest bit. 

“I want this Giyuu.” you tell him, swallowing a deep breath as you looked at him, being met with a warm smile, still yearning for his touch. “You sure?” 

“I promise.” you reassured him, grabbing onto him and pulling him closer to you with shaky hands, not being able to get rid of the feeling fully. “Well then, relax for me my dear.” 

You relaxed under Giyuu, the tenseness leaving your body as you wrapped your arms around him, your needy side taking over the insecureness. 

“Please, just do something.” you whined, only for him to slide his finger along your folds, teasing you through the fabric before discarding it somewhere on the floor. “Good girl, just let me do the work alright?” 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Giyuu mumbled under his breath, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he slid in a finger, working his way open to get you prepared for him.

“So pretty and wet for me, how cute of you.” Giyuu taunted, only to be met with a needy moan from you. His eyes glued on the way you took his fingers, cock leaking and begging for some touch.

“‘m ready, please.” you mewled, already feeling close. Either from the way his skilled fingers played with you or because he was the one touching you. “You’re going to be the death of me dearest.” Giyuu groaned, sliding his fingers out and cursing under his breath at the way you clenched around nothing.

Giyuu locked his eyes with you, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean, his eyes glued on you the whole time. 

“So sweet just for me.” Giyuu hummed, stroking his cock before lining it up with your entrance, glancing at you once more to make sure you were okay. 

Slowly Giyuu pushed in, inch by inch, making you feel all of him. A gasp leaving both of your lips once he was swallowed by your warmth. Giving you a few seconds to adjust before starting to move, thrusting with a few experimenting thrusts, seeing what felt best for you.

“Y-You’re so big.” you gasped, feeling so full and overwhelmed by pleasure. “Yeah? Are you gonna take it like a good girl, dearest?” Giyuu taunted, looking at you with loving yet lustful eyes.

All you could do was nod desperately, wrapping your arms around his broad back. “Giyuu, faster.” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed from how needy you were for him. 

Giyuu didn’t need to hear more before he picked up his pace, setting a erratic pace as he continued fucking into you, still not believing this was actually happening. It was taking him everything to not fuck you hard like an animal in heat, he had thought of this so many times, so finally having it made it hard for him to hold back.

He also didn’t know how much longer he could keep it in or keep on his tough guy act, especially when he felt his self control slipping away and already wanted to cum, to fill you up and make you his.

“F-Fuck dear, you’re going to kill me.” Giyuu groaned, his voice cracking mid sentence as he continued thrusting into you. 

The view before you had you clenching down on him hard, Giyuu looked so good above you and you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. 

“Giyuu…” you mumbled hesitantly, the way he was fucking you making you feel good yet leaving you yearning for more as you allowed yourself to get lost in the lust. “Yes dearest?” 

His voice was sweet as his thrusts never stopped, making sure you feel all of him with every single one, watching you fall apart on his cock.

“Y-You can be rougher, please.” you pleaded, eyes locking with his as you slightly dug your nails into his back, pulling him as close as possible. 

Only to be met with Giyuu groaning before he hid his face into your neck, his cock twitching inside of you at your words. “Please dear?”

“F-Fuck.” Giyuu mumbled, holding you tightly as his hips stuttered, painting your walls white while heavy breathing into your neck.

“ ‘m sorry.” Giyuu mumbled against your skin, his thrusts becoming sloppier while he placed kisses on your neck, riding his high out.

He was beyond embarrassed, still he couldn’t help himself, not when you asked him so sweetly, not when you called him that name. It was taking him everything to not fuck you hard, to manhandle you, to make you scream out his name but it all slipped away in a matter of seconds.

“It’s okay Giyuu.” you reassured him, hand gripping his hair as you moved against him, the wet and sloppy sounds filling the room together with the sound of his heavy breathing and the bed creaking. 

“You can make it up by fucking me like you always wanted to.” you whispered in his ear, giggling a bit when you noticed the goosebumps. 

You were merely testing the waters, not expecting him to get hard this fast again, a whine leaving your lips at the feeling. The fact that he wanted you as much as you wanted him made you happy.

Before you could register what was happening, your hands were held above your head by Giyuu, who finally was facing you again, holding his tie in his other hand.

“May I?” Giyuu asked, looking down at you with dark eyes, his tone lingered with lust while he still was soothed inside of you, wanting your confirmation before he proceeded with your proposal.

“Of course, I’m yours.” you smiled, the thought of being restrained only turning you on even more, watching how his skilled hands tied yours up.

“All mine.” Giyuu smirked, those words stirring something inside of his mind as he slipped out teasingly slow. Slapping his tip against your entrance, watching his cum drip out.

“Please Giyuu.” you whined, clenching around nothing as you felt empty. “Good girl.” was all Giyuu said before he pushed it all in with one quick trust, making you cry out his name in shock, the tears pricking in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“You look so pretty for me like this.”

Quickly after, Giyuu pulled you in a messy kiss, one telling each other your yearning for each other without using words and promising you were nowhere close to being done tonight.

“You did so well for me.” Giyuu praised you, untying your hands and placing gentle kisses where you could see the marks it left. “My pretty pearl.”

He pressed a sweet kiss against your forehead, wrapping his arms around you again once more, holding you closely as you snuggled up to him, a smile creeping up his face.

“ ‘m tired.” you yawned, resting against his chest as he reached out for something, not being able to see what it was. 

“I know dear, sorry if I’ve been too harsh on you.” Giyuu laughed nervously and you shook your head, looking up at him. “I enjoyed it.”

A big smile crept on Giyuu’s face as he sweetly pecked your lips. “You wanna go shower?” Giyuu questioned and you shook your head once more, telling him everything he needed to know.

“Mhm that’s okay— at least drink some.” Giyuu told you, handing you a bottle of water as he got up to grab a towel.

“Giyuu?” you started after you finished drinking. 

“Yes dear?” he answered sweetly, plopping down next to you on the bed and starting to wipe you clean, sneaking in some kisses here and there.

“Thank you.” 

Those two words held a bigger weight to them than usual. You were thanking him for setting you free, for showing you a world unknown to you, for being so patient and gentle with you and most importantly, for returning the long term feelings.

“It’s my pleasure.” Giyuu smiled, pecking your lips before putting one of his bigger shirts on you and taking you in his arms, laying down on the mattress with you.

Once again, you snuggled closely to him, resting on his chest. Smiling once you could feel his heart beating, beating this fast just because of you, that was the effect you had on him.

You were sure there were going to be plenty of challenges along the road, but somewhere deep down you knew it would be okay as long as you had Giyuu by your side.

“Goodnight pretty.” Giyuu whispered, gently caressing your back.

This certainly was a feeling you could get used to.

[nats-firefly]

i touch my phone as if it's your face

natasha romanoff x reader

summary: nat's on a mission every valentine's day. this time she can call you. right?

warnings: none really, just kinda sad

a/n: happy valentine's day to all my long distance gays. i feel your pain. this was something i very quickly put together. vent fic, sue me.

words: 750 | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

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You smiled at your reflection in the mirror, swiping the tip of your index finger under your lip to fix your lipstick. It had been over an hour since you started getting ready, the anticipation of seeing your girlfriend growing bigger every second that ticked by. 

Valentine’s day is apparently a surprisingly busy time for superheroes, in all the years the two of you have been together, Natasha has been away for all of them. But this year she promised you you’d be able to call and have dinner together. She was undercover as some unreasonably rich guy’s assistant like she had been for Tony back in the day. While he was enjoying the night with his girlfriend, she’d have the chance to call you after doing recon in his private study. Allegedly. 

Natasha being away meant you didn’t get to talk or text or see her very often. It also meant since this was your first time seeing her in months, you wanted to dress up for her. You even put on a special set of lingerie under your clothes so you could give her a show after dinner. 

You had spent the better part of the day preparing for your date with Natasha. You made a hearty plate of pasta, poured yourself a glass of wine. You even lit a candle. Then you waited. 

You picked up your phone to check your messages to see if Natasha had said anything. 

Can’t wait for our date tonight. Delivered.

She hadn’t texted you back since you sent her that text this morning. You didn’t know which part of the world she was in, but from the small details she’d told you it didn’t seem like she was out of the country. Maybe it was just not dinnertime for her yet. Maybe something was wrong. Maybe she’d been caught.

You checked your phone again, but nothing had changed. Maybe you just needed to get your mind off of it. You took your glass of wine and settled yourself on the couch, putting on an episode of your favorite show. One glass turned into two, which turned into three. It was late at night, so you decided to reheat your cold and forgotten plate of pasta. 

As you slumped against the kitchen counter waiting for your food to reheat, your phone screen lights up, followed by the repeated vibrations signaling a video call. Your face lit up and your heart beat loudly in your chest as you clicked answer.

“Baby,” Natasha breathed in relief when she saw your face pop up on her phone. She had been looking forward to talking to you all day. Her ‘boss’ had sent her on a wild last minute goose chase to set up a Valentine’s surprise for his girlfriend. In true rich guy fashion he had done none of the work, but Natasha needed to stay on his good side for a little while longer. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Nat,” Your finger slides over her cheek and down the side of your phone. Your eyes tear up a bit. Your chest aches and your lip trembles. “I really miss you.”

“Me too, angel,” Natasha says, she notices the change in your expression. She thinks about quitting her job. “Happy Valentine’s Day, malysh.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” You answer. The microwave beeps, but you ignore it, deciding to focus on the redhead on your phone instead. You want to crawl through the screen. Desperation rises in your chest. You don’t know what to do with yourself. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Natasha feels a knot in her throat. She hates being away from you. “Tell me how you’ve been, baby. How’s work? Did that guy in accounting get fired?”

“Oh, Tom? Yeah he-” You were interrupted by a muffled male voice. Then things happened very quickly.

“Oh,” Natasha said, being caught off guard then briefly looking at you with an almost apologetic look.

“Natalie, can you fi-” Call disconnected. 

You stared back at your reflection on the phone screen. You got two minutes with her. 

You went to bed still wearing the clothes and lingerie that were supposed to end up on the floor that night. With the plate of pasta forgotten in the microwave, and mascara stains on your pillow.

As you numbly scrolled through your phone every Valentine’s day post was like a slap to the face. 

Everyone had their someone. Except you. 

Happy fucking Valentine’s Day.

[yourstrulyrika]

i am actually going to explode. i had a half of fic already written when the tumblr app crashed and the draft didn’t save. :(

ada wong x fem!reader smut ♡

i’m rewriting this but just a small note, it’s my first time writing for wlw and writing for Ada in general, but i hope ya’ll will like it. here’s the promised ada wong smut for valentine’s ♡ no warnings, smut, dom!ada, nothing rough. i always state when i’m writing anything rough so no worries! it’s really just ada eating you out ♡

also! i’m doing a poll in my next post regarding my last post, as i mentioned. you can choose which dimitrescu girl you want to see me write for!!

synopsis: Ada surprises you on Valentine’s day with a gift ♡

Ada has seen the worst of the world. hell, she’s not a good person either. she’s somewhere in the middle, but you still love her. Ada doesn’t like bringing work into your personal life, but sometimes, it’s unavoidable. once in a time, she gets a random call in the middle of a cuddling session with a new mission for her.

and this happened a few days ago again. you don’t blame her, how could you? you love this woman. still, it does feel.. lonely. her touch, her sultry voice, you just miss it. she may not be the loud type of person, but you feel her all over you all the time. always around you, her scent on the pillows, your clothes since you two share a wardrobe. you really just miss her, but you have faith in her.

you’re patient. Valentine’s day is coming up, but you don’t prepare anything for it. first, you usually don’t celebrate days like this, and second why would you when your darling is absent? you decide to just go to sleep early, Valentine’s suck anyway. you force yourself to fall asleep, hoping the evening and night passes quickly.

that is, until you feel the familiar, rich cherry perfume right beside you. it stirs you awake a bit, but you think you’re hallucinating or really missing Ada, so you shift in your sleep, or at least, try to. before you manage to shift your position, you hear her silky, smoky voice,

“Missed me, darling?” she says it so gently, as if angel was speaking to you. well, in a way, she is an angel. for you. it manages to bring you to a half asleep state, but then, she places her hand under your chin, tilting your head, patiently waiting for you to wake up.

it instantly makes you wake up, opening your eyes to check if you’re dreaming or is your girlfriend really in front of you in the middle of the night. once you open your eyes, you see her smirking at you, before pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. she missed you too, you can tell with the way she’s kissing you. locking your lips together, cupping your cheeks to keep you in place until both of you are out of your breath. a small string of saliva connects you two even when she pulls away, before she gently wipes the saliva off from your lips, cocking her head to the side.

“I wouldn’t leave my girl alone on Valentine’s.” she whispers against your lips, chuckling at your sleepy state. adorable you are, she thinks. she pulls away just enough to stare at your pretty face, making sure you’re looking at her.

“Got something for you,” she motions to the elegant gift bag. she made sure that even the gift bag was fitting. it’s dark in the room, but you can make out the most of the gift bag when you squint your eyes. you don’t get to look at it for long before she gives it for you to open it, turning on the light at the same time.

when you open it, you find a lingerie set. not just any lingerie though— it’s Valentine themed.

a white lingerie set that is covered in little hearts all over the lacy part of the bra, with your name embroidered on the right breast, and her name on the left. the lacy is also scattered with hearts, garter straps and thigh-high stockings, all lacy. she definitely got it custom made just for you.

“So, what do you think?” she asks you with full confidence, leaning back to see your reaction. she’s satisfied with herself, because your reaction truly is adorable. with a smirk, she moves closer again, cupping your cheek,

“Think you can wear it for me, princess?” she asks you in a deep, husky voice, hoping you agree. the moment you get out of bed to put it on, she guides you to the mirror, already right behind you, helping you put it on. brushing her hand here and there, making sure everything is matching perfectly to your body. once satisfied, she reaches out to cup your breasts covered by the lingerie, putting her head on your shoulder, gently squeezing your breasts.

“Knew it will fit you. So pretty for me.” her hands are moving all over your body, brushing her nails over your clothed nipples teasingly, kneading your breasts, admiring just how well the lingerie fits you. she finds it so fucking hot, the way the lacy fabric looks on your skin. she’s reading your reactions, noting the little squirms and twitches. oh, how much she loves you.

she decides to go further, kneeling in front of you, possessively holding your thigh. she pulls out her phone, looking up at you, gently patting your thigh so you look at her.

“Can I take a photo, princess? You just look so heavenly, can’t get enough.” she makes sure you’re comfortable, always. she would never put you into a situation where you’re uncomfortable. when you agree though, she takes a photo of her gripping your thigh in front of the mirror, lips brushing against your thigh and covering your skin with lipstick marks all over. you’re in for a session, definitely.

she definitely likes the lingerie a biiiit too much. but how can she not when her girlfriend looks so fucking hot in it? makes her mind go crazy with love and lust mixed into one.

she guides you to bed, sitting between your legs, parting them to pepper your inner thighs with her lips and bite marks. after a while, she takes another photo of your thighs full of her marks. Ada is not that possessive, but it riles her up when she marks you up like this.

she can’t handle it anymore. she cups your pretty, clothed pussy, staring at it as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world. she rubs her long fingers over your slit, getting a moan out of you. her lips curl into a smile as she keeps up the teasing rubbing, before pushing the fabric aside for a bit so she can lap at your creamy pussy.

she shoves her head, latching onto your clit, circling her tongue around your pretty, throbbing clit lazily, eliciting a small whimper out of your puffy lips. she almost purrs as she feels your legs twitching around her, your movements only encouraging her to go further.

“Missed this so much.” she whispers against your skin, voice muffled by your thighs. she looks up at you with a hazy look, before pushing your hips closer to her face, wrapping her arm around your thigh. she keeps lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste and ghosting her fingers over your pretty clit as she slides her tongue in and out of your hole. she feels your walls flutter around her tongue— she can tell you’re close, which is why she speeds up her movements, circling your clit with her fingers.

you swear you’re starting to see stars. Ada’s tongue feels so good— she always knows how to touch you and devour you whole. it’s like she’s all around you, enveloping you in her embrace. you can’t help but arch your back, pushing your hips further into her mouth, making her chuckle against your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending vibrations to your core.

“That’s it pretty girl, just cum for me, don’t think about anything else.” she whispers, blowing a gentle kiss to your clit before wrapping her lips around it, sliding her fingers in your hole instead before curling them, rubbing just the right spot. she keeps hitting it repeatedly until you cum all over her face, which she happily accepts and swallows it all. she can’t help herself, she pulls out her phone again just to take photo of your messy state with her head on your thigh. your legs are covered in love bites and lip marks, pussy all puffy and still sensitive from just cumming. to her, the sight is so damn beautiful.

“My new wallpaper, huh?” she teases as she looks at the photo before turning it off and patting your thigh and guiding you to lie down. she can see you’re sleepy, so she won’t do anything else now.

“Happy Valentine’s day, darling.” she whispers as you slowly drift off, pressing a kiss to your head. she reaches out to clean you and herself up before lying down beside you, wrapping her arm around you, spooning you from behind.

she’s definitely gonna look at the photos once she’s out on a mission again. you just look to pretty like this.

[box-of-roses]

'*•.¸♡ Machine Heart♡¸.•*'

Characters: Sakusa, Y/N

Synopsis: Sakusa is going to learn why you don’t take things for granted in the most brutal way possible

Warnings: Vomiting, Blood, CHARACTER DEATH, Crying, Regret

Words: 2k

A/N: I was listening to music and found this song. It really sets the vibes if you listen while you read

Valentine’s Day. How funny it all sounded to you now. You’ve been with the same person for five years. The first year was wonderful, he got you a bouquet of flowers and wrote you a wonderful heartfelt letter. The second year was okay, he still gave you flowers but ones you had already told him made your nose itchy. The third year is when it started going downhill and going fast. He worked, you can’t be too mad at him for doing his job…but he forgot. He had forgotten a lot that year. Your birthday, your anniversary. He hadn’t forgotten his teammates' birthdays. He hadn’t forgotten the anniversary of joining his team. He had forgotten you though.

The fourth year is when you started getting angry. Your lovesick eyes scanning the posts from friends of their significant others. The rings gleaming around their fingers. Why couldn’t he care again? What made him stop caring? You made a dinner and waited up for him to get home. When you awoke the next morning though you found his shoes by the door, the bedroom door closed and yourself still asleep at the table. Food ice cold and candles gone out. Light coming from the bathroom along with the sounds of running water.

The fifth year was when you started rethinking everything. You hadn’t prepared anything this year, too tired of being cast aside. So what if the flame of his love went out? You still had someone. It was when he posted a message for his friends telling them Happy Valentine’s Day. He couldn’t do something that simple for you? You started thinking of what you had done.

Your eyes kept staring at the simple post. Photos of him smiling with his friends. Telling them he cares about them even though he doesn’t say it much. That he didn’t know where he’d be without them and that he couldn’t live without them. You didn’t want to be upset at his friends. You’re not entirely sure that you existed. There weren’t any posts of you with him on either social media account.

He decided early in the relationship that it would be better if the public didn’t know. You just didn’t realize that also meant his friends. His family. You felt like you had wasted five years of your life. You couldn’t stop loving him though. He was still the light of your life. Even if you weren’t the light of his. That’s when you felt a tickle at the back of your throat.

You grabbed a glass of water and took a few sips. That didn’t help, it was a grainy feeling like you were swallowing sand. You rushed to the bathroom as the feeling went up your throat. Making it just in time you leaned over the toilet. As your body heaved flower petals came out of your mouth. So did blood. You had heard about this before. Hanahaki. You were going to die. You had been trying for years to get Sakusa to love you again. This was just the final nail in the coffin. Ha, coffin. You’d be in one of those soon.

Your body heaved again. More petals filled up the water. Blood splattered against the sides of the pristine white seat and walls. You knew you were going to have to clean it up before Sakusa got home. You wondered to yourself when he had become Sakusa again. When did he stop being Kiyoomi? Was he ever really anything other than Sakusa to you? More petals fell out of your mouth. It was getting hard to breathe and your vision went black.

You’re awoken again by the door opening. Your eyes fluttered to life. He was finally home. On Valentine’s Day. The day you realized you weren’t going to be alive for much longer. What a sick joke everything seemed to be. You flushed the toilet and began to clean up the mess you made. You heard a knock at the door. Checking your appearance in the mirror you took a paper towel and wiped away at the blood coating your lips and edges of your mouth. Opening the door you’re met with the man who caused this demise.

“I’m going out with my friends tonight. I trust you’ll be safe while I’m gone.” You nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go have fun with your friends!”

“I wasn’t asking permission. I just found out you were home and didn’t want to be questioned first thing after stepping through the door.” He turned around and you closed the door. Maybe this was for the best. He talked to you so coldly that you actually shivered. You didn’t want to just give up on life but you didn’t want to subject anyone else to your problems. Perhaps any proof of your existence was already wiped from the house.

There was one photo of the two of you in your bedroom. Not his bedroom. Your bedroom. You had been okay with having separate rooms in the beginning. You had a lot of things and so did he. What was so bad about having separate spaces and spaces where you were able to be together. Except you were never together anymore. There wasn’t a shared space. The house might as well be yours because of how little he was there.

You knew he wouldn’t be there often. I mean he had away games all the time before you moved in together. But it was different. You felt your eyes well up with tears as you reminisced about the past. At how sweet he used to be. The apartment seemed much colder than it had been before he came home. You didn’t dare leave your bathroom though. You didn’t want to run into him. He was about to go out and seeing you would ruin his day.

The pricking in your throat started again. At this rate you were going to be dead before the day's end. It was harder to breathe than before. You rushed to sit back down. You didn’t want to hurt yourself more than you were already. You should have left him. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened. But, you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him no matter how much it hurt to stay. It hurt more to think about leaving. As flowers came out of your mouth you wondered who would be at your funeral. Tears ran down your face as you realized he would show up. But maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he would pretend he didn’t know you.

What was he going to do when he found your body. It would be limp and grey, blood lost and flowers around your lips. They began sticking as the blood dried. You wondered if the flowers at your funeral would be the same ones you were currently choking on. This disease is poetic in a way. Love and flowers were both beautiful if taken care of properly. Love could sprout and blossom and cause more things to grow. Love could also hurt. It could grow thorns and you could bleed and choke and cry. Love could be just as deadly as it is life giving.

You knew that the next part was the thorns. The stems and sharp edges scraping your throat as they would come up. You couldn’t stop crying. Why you? What had you done to deserve this besides being unloved. Is it really your fault that he didn’t love you anymore. You felt it was unfair. Why didn’t he throw up flowers? Why couldn’t he feel what you were feeling? You were back to anger. The tears were hot as they rolled down your cheeks.

You picked up one of the flower blossoms. They were beautiful. Blue. White in the center. The disturbing factor was the blood that got caught in the folds and tears of the petals. The way it dripped onto your hand. The contrast of the blue and red. It made you think of the contrast between the two of you. Your vision started going in and out again. You grabbed the water you brought with you and drank more of it.

You tried to clean yourself up as you picked yourself off the floor. You looked terrible already. Because you knew what was going to end you left the bathroom and picked up your phone. The object that started this mess.

That observation wasn’t fair to your phone. It wasn’t the phone’s fault he didn’t love you anymore. You wrote messages to your parents and friends wishing them well. You set it up to send in a couple of hours. With how quickly this was developing you figured you’d be gone by then. Funny. The universe didn’t even try to give you a chance to fix this. It had as little faith in someone loving you as you did yourself. Your eyes no longer welled up with tears. You were coming to terms with what was going to happen. You wrote your last note and went back to the bathroom.

The letter was sat by the door. On the little table where you put your keys. You silently secluded yourself as you felt your lungs fill up with flowers that wouldn’t come out.

It was a few hours later when Sakusa finally returned home. As he set his keys down he noticed a note. He picked it up and began reading it.

‘I’m not doing this to make you feel guilty. I would like my funeral to be a small affair. Please let my family know this wasn’t their fault. I loved you. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you, you’ll find me in the bathroom. I wanted the least amount of mess cleanup for you because I know you hate blood. Thank you for caring about me in the beginning. I love you, take care of yourself.’

The paper fell through his fingers. What did you mean he would find you in the bathroom? His feet carried them to your bathroom. He was scared to open the door. When he did his fears came true. There you were flowers growing out of your mouth. Blood plastered around your mouth. And skin, your skin was grey and you laid there lifeless.

What had he done. He could have prevented this if he continued loving you. He should’ve continued loving you. He does love you. He loves you now that he can’t have you. He misses the things you would do for him. He misses you.

He sits in the bathroom for hours. Just holding your hand. Wishing he realized this would happen. He feels so stupid for requesting the things he did. He regrets not showing you off when he could. He regrets not loving you like he should. He wishes he could kiss you and you would wake up. He wishes he could wake up and that it was a dream.

He wishes he could love you like he used to. He doesn’t know how long it’s been when he hears a knock at the door. His stomach growls and his throat feels dry. His eyes are red and puffy as he swings the door open. Atsumu is standing there. He hadn’t heard from his friend for two days. Seeing his state he comes in and hugs him.

Sakusa pushes him off. “It’s my fault. I’m the reason they’re dead.”

“Who’s dead Omi?”

“Y/N.” Atsumu doesn’t ask who that is, he can tell that Sakusa cared for you. He’s curious why he had never heard of you before. He doesn’t want to push him right now though. They sit there for the rest of the night. In the couch in your home, surrounded by the things that reminded him of you. Atsumu only gets up to make them food. Considering Sakusa’s state he figured he hasn’t eaten. He wishes he could do more.

Sakusa tells him not to go into the bathroom in the master bedroom. Atsumu doesn’t ask why. Atsumu just hugs him and lets him cry.

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[mikkomacko]

Omg I’m obsessed we need a part 3 of Nico finding out is girlfriend Is pregnant on Valentine’s Day. Maybe like he goes and tells the team and his girlfriend tells all the other wags.

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You and Nico had a deal. Throughout your pregnancy, Nico had to abstain from anything and everything that you also had to abstain from. The wine cabinet in your apartment stayed shut, the Zyn containers from Nico’s occasional indulgence were thrown in the garbage, and any sort of energy drink left sealed in the back of the mini fridge in the extra room.

You both figured it was fair. If you had to give up these things, so would he. And he was happy to do it. Actually, he was happy to do anything lately. For the past three months he’s been nothing but smiles and a good, can-do attitude. The team figured he was cheerier than usual since they know he’s getting laid on the regular, at least they’re assuming since he told everyone they were trying for a baby.

Not that they’re wrong, per se. The baby may be made but the baby making has not ceased.

Within the agreement of the shared sobriety, was also the decision to keep the pregnancy a secret. You didn’t decide until when, but you figured when the time was right you’d announce it somehow.

“Just for the night?”

Nico laughs, digging his fingertips into your thighs to pull you further into his lap. “Just for tonight baby, I promise.”

He seals it with a kiss, soft lips molding with your own and his left hand cups the back of your head, attempting to deepen the kiss. You melt into it, tilting your head to the right as you bury your fingers in his hair.

Knowing the two of you, you’ll need to climb off him soon or you’ll miss tonight’s plans in favor of rolling around in the sheets.

You slide your hands down to his chest, preparing to push your palms into the firm muscle when Nico breaks the kiss himself, a soft and breathy moan leaving his lips as he does so. He latches onto your neck, mouth hot and wet as he suckles at the base of it.

“We need to get going.” You wince, feeling guilty for distracting him. You love having his attention, love how he’s been all over you since New Years.

Nico whines, his hand sliding around to grope at your ass as he slumps against the back of the couch, lips all ruby red and wet.

“I’m hard.” He says as if that’s going to make you change your mind and it almost does, it would under normal circumstances but you’re a bit moody right now. Justifiably so since you now have to spend an evening with a drunk hockey team and drunk boyfriend while you watch bitterly sober.

When you don’t respond he groans, throwing his head back against the couch cushions. “That used to work on you, ya know?”

“Yeah,” you confirm “but you’re hard all the time now. I just assume it.”

Nico pats your butt, nudging you up from his lap and you rise to your feet. “You drive me crazy,” he says in defense “pregnancy looks good on you.”

He gets up, moving around you to go slip on some shoes and get his baseball cap off the kitchen counter. You watch him push his hair back over his forehead, tucking it behind his ears before sliding the hat on and it takes everything in you to not drool and strip him of his jeans right now.

“Whatever,” you finally say, gathering the car keys “you can’t even tell yet.”

And you were right because as soon as you entered the backyard party you were being handed seltzers and beers, urged to join in on games and even go make drinks.

Nico covered for you, claiming that tonight was a sober night for you because you drove but to keep from being a fuddy duddy he was drinking for you.

Jack made him drink the cocktail he had made specifically for you and you couldn’t stop giggling as you snapped a photo of Nico with the bright pink drink, a little umbrella hanging out the top as he licked at the sugar on the rim.

“You think this is funny?” He taunted, jabbing at your side. “Well the jokes on you because this is actually so good.”

You sipped ice tea as he finished the cocktail, perched on his lap by the fire pit as everyone hung out for a bit. Timo ended up stealing your boyfriend for a game of beer pong so you reluctantly kissed Nico bye before taking his empty glass to the kitchen. Nicole found you sitting on the counter top in the empty house, scrolling through your phone as everyone outside drank and partied.

Truth is you were upset with being there. You wanted to drink and have fun with the girls, you wanted to team up with Nico in beer pong because he always gets so cute when you do well. And if you win he acts like he’s just won the Stanley Cup, throwing you over his shoulder and running around for a victory lap. But you couldn’t do that and this was first time since falling pregnant that you realized you were the odd man out now.

“Hiding from us?” Nicole teased, pouring herself some Malibu and Sprite.

You tucked your phone away, forcing a laugh. “Hiding from Nico,” you said as an excuse “I like to mess with him when he’s drunk.”

She laughed too, knowing how clingy he gets. Once he’s buzzed, if you’re not in eye sight he turns into the world’s biggest whiner.

Nicole hung out with you for a long time, longer than you thought she would as you just talked about new things on TikTok and upcoming plans for game days. Before you knew it an hour and half had passed and you hadn’t heard a peep from Nico. Which was a recipe for disaster.

Heading back outside, your assumptions were right. Nico was carrying Timo on his shoulders and you gasped in shock at the sight, watching him easily leap around the beer pong table with his friend over him. Not that you didn’t know Nico was strong, but Timo has a lot of bulk on him and you thought he would at least struggle.

A part of you is impressed (and a little turned on) until you caught sight of his face and saw just how drunk he was. His hat was crooked on his head, shirt stained down the chest with alcohol and hanging off his shoulder like someone had yanked him by the sleeve. Those beautifully tanned cheeks of his were bright red, the color crawling all the way down his neck and he was yapping nonsense to Bratt and Marino.

“Oh no,” you say sharing a look with Nicole. She laughs, nudging you towards the table. You approach Nico, smiling when he locks eyes with you and immediately tries to shake Timo off. They struggle for a second until Timo gets his leg unhooked from Nico’s shoulder and then he stumbles to his feet.

“Baby!” Nico cheers, grabbing at your waist and pulling you into him. “I won! But I didn’t see you, where were you? I missed you ya know?”

He’s so cute with his big doe eyes, crinkles at the sides from his toothy smile and those damned dimples that make you melt.

“You won?” You giggle, reaching up to straighten his hat. “I’m so proud!”

His hair doesn’t fall right, so you take the whole hat off. Nico purrs like a cat as you rake it back with your fingers, tucking the long pieces behind his ears before putting the hat back on his head.

“Handsome,” you murmur so only he can hear, pinching at the apple of his cheek. His blush grows at your words, teeth biting into his bottom lip as his eyes sweep over your form and his left hand finds your barely there belly. He strokes over it as if he can feel your child in there.

“Lovebirds,” Bratt interrupts “play us.” You turn to the other side of the beer pong table, finding him and Simon gearing up for another round. Nico attaches himself to your back, arms around your middle to keep holding your stomach.

Neither of the other boys appear to be as drunk as your boyfriend and you wonder how many games him and Timo lost before actually winning that last round.

Not sure Nico should keep drinking, you open your mouth to politely decline but he beats you to it.

“No way, she’s pregnant and I’m plastered.”

For the first time all night, the whole backyard goes silent. Just for moment, enough time for your heart to jump into your throat and Nicole to choke on her drink.

“Nico!” You scold, whipping around in his hold to stare at him. He peers down at you over red cheekbones, eyes wide and lost like he has no idea what he’s done to deserve that tone from you.

You gape at him, waiting for the dots to connect in that pretty little head of his. Finally a look of clarity crosses his eyes and you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain.

Instead he smiles, all dimples and white teeth. “You’re so pretty, ya know that?”

The group around you all laughs and Nico lights up at the sound, his smile growing as everyone squashes the two of you in a hug. You press up into Nico’s chest, his hands pressing into the small of your back and drawing you up to your tip toes.

Timo is pressed to Nico’s back, his arms stretched around both you in a tight embrace. “Congrats little Neeksy!” He cheers, words just as slurred as Nico’s. “We get a cute little Swiss baby!”

Nico gasps, turning over his shoulder to look at his friend. “She will be Swiss! Whoa!” And you have to laugh at that, watching him chatter with Timo about his baby (who he’s suddenly decided is a girl) is a Swiss baby even though she was made in Jersey and will live in Jersey and on and on.

Eventually Timo lets the two of you go and you get bounced between teammates and friends, everyone congratulating you and questioning about the baby. You find your way back to Nico after the party has returned back to normal, him immediately wrapping you up in his arms and pressing kisses to your cheeks.

“Now that you’ve left a lasting impression, ready to go home baby?” You ask, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

Nico hums, nodding as he dips down to kiss you again. “Mhm, let’s go celebrate our announcement.” He says with a cheeky smile.

Rolling your eyes, you agree to his idea but by the way he’s hanging onto you and blabbing goodbyes you know he’ll be asleep by the time you make it home.

[akaashislover1]

Is it just me or does anyone else think Yuji Itadori would spoil the hell out of you on Valentine’s Day?? This takes place when reader and Yuji are of age and you guys both work full time jobs. Whoop.

He would start off by preparing you breakfast in bed. A plate full of waffles topped with scrambled eggs and bacon with a pool of syrup on the side for you to dip what you wanted. There was a cup of coffee and a cup of apple juice for you too choose from. (He would take what you didn’t choose)

You would talk all morning about everything and anything. From updates about your favourite shows to how the both of you are feeling in general(you loved being vulnerable with him and him with you).

Yuji would be cracking jokes about everything. He made it his mission to remind you about the time Kugisaki spilt coffee on Gojo’s shirt and how He, Kugisaki, and Megumi tried to get the stain out but failed.

You loved the way he smiled at you. You would tease him every time you caught him staring for too long. Saying the classic: “take a picture, it’ll last longer!”

He would turn red and give you a light smack.

“What? It’s not my fault you’re the most gorgeous person on earth!” He would say chuckling.

Once you finish breakfast and got dressed for the day(obviously you’d wear the matching red and white outfit Yuji had bought for you for this special day), Yuji led you into the living room for you to find heart shaped balloons which varied in color. Pink, red and white.

There were also multiple boxes of your favourite chocolates sitting on the coffee table, waiting to be eaten by the both of you.

He also had the tv turned on, the screen displayed the menu of your favourite movie waiting to be played.

“We can rewatch this full series and then once that’s done I have more surprises!” He said happily.

“Yuji, you didn’t have to do all of this. I would’ve been fine just spending the day with you.” You felt bad. The only thing you were able to get him was a card from the dollar store and a gift card for his favourite fast food place tucked inside. You didn’t have a lot of time this year and you’ve been stressed out.

“No it’s fine. We spend everyday with each other anyway. Today is special! Plus I wanna do this.”

After your guys movie binge, Yuji had told you to get ready. He wouldn’t tell you where you were going but that you had to dress nice. So you did.

Yuji fought so hard with himself to not rip the spaghetti strapped black dress that ended just above your knees and had a completely opened back(which he didn’t like the thought of you wearing it out, he didn’t argue).

You checked yourself out in the mirror, flattening down every rumpled bumps out of your dress. Your fingers raked themselves through your neatly straightened hair.

“You look perfect,” Yuji’s voice startled you. You found his eyes in the mirror. He was wearing a subtle pink dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants.

“Although, I do have something that will go perfect with your dress.” He finished as he walked towards you. It was then when you realized he was carrying a little paper shopping bag.

Your heart skipped a beat when he pulled out a long black velvet box. Yuji opened it.

You eyed, through the mirror, the beautiful diamond necklace that sat perfectly in the box accompanied by a set of diamond stud earrings.

You felt your eyes water as you turned around. Yuji had the biggest smile on his face. His light brown orbs began to water a little and you noticed that he was having trouble speaking.

“Yuji, you didn’t have to get this I-“

“No, don’t even start. I had to. I know this isn’t a ring, but these are placeholders for the real deal.”

“Real deal? What are you talking about?”

“Gosh, I thought I was the dense one. I wanna marry you y/n. I’d marry you right here on the spot. But I just think with everything going on, I think it’s best we wait a bit, you know?”

You chuckled lightly as Yuji started to put the necklace on.

“You ran out of money didn’t you?”

“Oh yeah, big time. I honestly thought you were gonna get full on chocolates so we wouldn’t have to go to dinner but seeing you in this dress is worth it.” Yuji snorted as you felt his fingers clasp the necklace around your neck. Once you had the earrings on, you gave Yuji the tightest hug. His arms flew around your waist and he rested his head on top of yours, smelling your shampoo.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you.” He whispered into your hair.

“I love you too, thank you for today.”

You smiled into his chest, your heartbeats syncing together.

“Now let’s go, I’ll pay for dinner.”

“Can���t argue with that! I was waiting for you to say that!” Yuji chanted as he kissed the top of you head. You rolled your eyes playfully as he made his way to the door, you following shortly after.

“You’re lucky I love you too much!”

Sorry this is late, i had to work all day today and the day before i just got back from a trip to even start. Hope you enjoyed!💕

[hamlos]

Valentine's day {2/3} <[Smg3 pov:]>

Smg3 put the phone on the table. He began to meet people who decided to gather in his cafe and take orders. Smg3 decided to give a small discount today for those who come with their love. Mario also came to the cafe and sat down at the table, putting the spaghetti on as if they were sitting opposite him and were his love of life.

3:Mario? What the hell are you doing?

Mario: I'm going to celebrate Valentine's Day with the love of my heart and life. Mario points to spaghetti; probably SMG3 is even glad that Mario is acting less irritable and more stupid right now. He decides to give Mario a discount so that he doesn’t cry like a little baby or something.

3:Oh yeah, this is adorable, Mario.

Mario:Can I eat it now?

3: Well, then I’ll cancel your discount.

Mario: No, please don't do this to me. Waaah, you are cruel!

3:You literally tried to kill me and SMG4 several times this week, and you call me cruel?

Mario: Canceling discounts is much worse than attempted murder.

3: Oh my God, listen, Mario, could you tell me why you’re not trying to destroy anything today?

Mario: Oh, um.

3:Did someone tell you to be less destructive? Are you planning something? Who else works with you? maybe smg4?!

Smg3 noticed that for some reason the cafe became a little quieter. A couple of visitors noticed how Smg3 was almost screaming, and he immediately became very quiet and calmly began to stand next to Mario.

Mario: Oww, Mario can't tell.

Smg3 looked at Mario again and then, looking around a little, continued talking quietly, but to himself.

3:This is definitely all planned by stupid SMS 4, but why?

The door to the cafe opened again, and Luigi was there. It didn’t look like he came for coffee or anything; it felt like he was worried about something and was looking for someone. Luigi looked at Mario and quickly approached him, while SMG3 decided to leave Mario, but when he saw Luigi approaching Mario, he decided to eavesdrop on their conversation a little.

"Luigi: Bro, it seems _____ is a testament to us _he has some other idea instead of a cafe."

"Mario:oke doki"

Mario ate the plate along with the spaghetti and quickly walked away from the cafe with Luigi. SMG3 was just glad that Mario didn’t order anything. Because he didn’t know then what to do with this poisoned spaghetti, no one here in the cafe even eats any damn spaghetti with poison. But Smg3 was also worried about what Luigi said. Could it be true that Smg4 is preparing something for him? or for someone... Smg3 just hoped that this was all some kind of joke or that Smg4 would just give him a friendly gift or something. Smg3 gradually began to feel strange; it seems that the power of the meme guardian is working on him again. Apparently,  Smg4 is already somewhere near his cafe. He decides to go to the table to take orders and just wait for Smg4 to arrive. He hopes that this idiot will not cause trouble in his cafe.

<[Smg4 pov:]>

During this time, Smg4 managed to meet a couple of his friends and even Mario and Luigi, who seemed to be walking from the Smg3 cafe. It was there that Smg4 was going right now because he knew that almost every friend and acquaintance of friends of his was there. Even if there was no big reason for it, they definitely came there and tried to destroy something there or drink.

Because of their common strength with smg3, he began to feel his presence, which did not surprise smg4. He already knew that smg3 was there; it would have been stranger if he had not felt it.

He opened the door of the cafe and walked in. There seemed to be a small ringing of bells above his head. It seems that SMG3 hasn’t gotten rid of all the New Year’s decorations since that time, or maybe he just decided to add them as a warning to the visitor?

Smg4 adjusted his handbag on his shoulder with valentines and looked towards the tables and then straight to the cash register, but for some reason Smg3 wasn’t there; had he gone somewhere?

<[Smg3 pov:]>

Smg3 went into the pantry for a while because, for some stupid reason, he got very nervous when Smg4 arrived. Smg3 decided to look at himself again in the mirror that he put in the pantry because he was going to put it somewhere in a better place, but he didn’t think of it yet and left it here. He looked at this mirror image of himself and was horrified. Oh my God! Did he really always look that stupid!? What is this strange black jacket, those punk boots, and those white pants? This is just a terrible outfit for someone who would meet this day with someone. No, wait, what? You don’t celebrate this day; you drive it out of your head. On the contrary, why should it suddenly bother you now? stupid day for the weak-minded. Smg3 nervously walked up to the door and tried to look serious, as if he didn’t care about the presence of Smg4. Who cared about him at all? You took and pulled the door handle; it instantly opened, and you left the storage room and began to confidently walk to the cash register, feeling that Smg4 was almost here. You opened your eyes and focused on looking cool—oh my God! You again closed your eyes for a while and then quickly opened them again. You saw SMG4 in a very delicate white and blue suit, with dark pants and a dark blue jacket, just like yours but not as cool.

3: Why are you wearing this sh*t?

4: Why are you dressed like a damn punk? Did you even look at the calendar today?

3: Oh, you know, I don't care what day it is.

I just want you to leave me alone and order something.

To some extent, SMG3 lied.

4: Don't worry, I’m not here to buy 20 boxes of coffee today.

You noticed how he quickly turned around and took something out of his small bag; you saw something pink, and you got nervous.

I'm here to just congratulate everyone on Valentine's Day, including you, even if you don't like this day.

He carefully took the entire valentine and placed it on your ordering table, and of course it was a valentine in the form of a heart. Oh my god. You seemed to feel some kind of panic but tried to keep a calm face. You obviously couldn’t do it; you were easily embarrassed, and for some reason, SMG4 was happy when he embarrassed you. This makes you even more furious and embarrassed. Smg4 was again delighted by your reaction and sweetly put his hands to his mouth, covering his smile and closing his eyes. You only wanted to cover your face with something a note book or your hands but you were in such a terrible panic and internal hysteria that you forgot how to move your hands.

3:WHAT THE HELL, GET OUT OF MY STORE!

You couldn't come up with anything better than to just try to look angry and outraged by this, which is a very big lie to yourself, but you need to not lose your reputation as a villain even more because of this idiot. You took the bomb, and you activated the bomb. Smg4 noticed it and decided to quickly run away, but you still threw it in the end when he had already opened the door, and you were still able to throw it outside the cafe. And not as usual, there was an explosion and a frightened scream from Smg4, but you know for sure that he is fine. Again,  the feelings of the guardian of memes are working on you.

What an idiot...

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[faebaex]

Rollo Flamme | GN (AFAB) | Love Confession (SFW)

I’m in deep need for fluff with Rollo… What if the MC, which he has been fond of for a while now, confessed to him on V-day with homemade chocolate ? (〃ω〃)

author note: confession time! I haven't actually read any of the masquerade event and only have a vague idea of the story, so i took most of this information from the twst wiki! if Rollo seems massively out of character, that is why so pls be kind ;-; either way, i had more fun than i thought i would writing for him!! also, i know this is supposed to be fluff but there is a tad bit of angst mixed in there - crush confessions can be so awkward tho you know!!

characters: Rollo Flamm x GN!Reader

You were nervous.

Your palms were sweaty and your throat felt dry and tight, like something was constricting it. You fretted that the box of chocolates you held tight in your hands would slip out and ruin on the ground, all of your hard work, all of your trial and error hand making these chocolates for nothing.

You had honestly thought that your Valentine’s Day would be uneventful, after all your crush went to an entirely different school. But Rollo had entirely caught you off guard when he had messaged you, saying he would be visiting NRC for a single day on business but would like to see you, if possible. That day? Valentine’s Day.

You’d scrambled to prepare a gift to him, going through batches and batches of chocolates until you had finally perfected the recipe. You’d steeled yourself, finally resolving to confess your feelings to Rollo, for better or for worse. So here you were, at a secluded spot on campus so that you two would have all the privacy you needed, for two reasons. Firstly, in case your confession ended in rejection and you could save yourself any more humiliation. And secondly, well… Most students still remembered the incident at the City of Flowers, so you thought you’d try to save him from the staring…

You jiggled your legs restlessly until you caught sight of an unmistakable purple and black cap approaching you and you shot off of the bench, instinctively hiding the small box of chocolates behind your back. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your thumping heart as Rolo made his way to you, his usual poker face fixed onto his face as he came to a stop in front of you.

“Y/N.”

“R-Rollo, hi!” You cringed as your voice cracked from your nervousness, Rollo’s poker face slipping ever so slightly as he raised an eyebrow at you, making your cheeks flame in embarrassment. You cleared your throat, desperately trying to claw back some composure. “H-how was your business? I trust it went well…?”

“Hm. It went as well as could be expected.” Rollo responded neutrally. You continued to babble on, your nervousness making it nigh impossible for you to stop as you talked about anything you could think of – his trip to NRC, the weather, his going ons at Noble Bell College.

Rollo listened to your rambling, answering with grunts or short responses where he deemed fit. You hadn’t noticed, but he was more pre-occupied with observing your behaviour. He had first met you when your college had visited the City of Flowers, and you were like salvation. A warm comfort amongst all the dreadful mages that you had accompanied to the festival. You didn’t seem phased by his cold demeanour, by his expressionless countenance, you still treated him as warmly as you treated everyone else. Before he knew it, Rollo came to realise that he had become very fond of you…

But now, your behaviour was different. Rollo narrowed his eyes imperceptibly as he watched you, a feeling of dread pooling in his stomach. Your posture was withdrawn, hands behind your back oddly making you seem distant instead of your previous warm self. Despite your chatting, you refused to look him in the eye. In fact, it seemed like you didn’t want to look at him at all, your eyes looking everywhere but at him. And finally, you looked… Nervous. Was it him who was making you feel this way?

Had they turned you against him? Did you dislike him now, your opinion of him poisoned by your NRC colleagues? The thought soured him, and before he could even register what he was doing, he was reaching in his pocket for his handkerchief to shield his face before his poker face entirely disintegrated before you. It was a mistake to come here.

“I have to go.” Rollo suddenly stated, immediately turning away without even uttering a farewell. Your eyes had immediately widened as soon as he had taken out his handkerchief. Had you done something wrong? Did something you say upset him without your realising? You felt your stomach twist as he turned away from you, striding away, almost not giving you a chance to react. Before you could second guess yourself, you chased after him, reaching out and grabbing his sleeve when you got close enough.

“W-wait!” You cried, stopping Rollo in his tracks when he felt the tugging at his sleeve, your fingertips brushing against the skin of his wrist. Although he had stopped, Rollo didn’t turn to face you, only glancing back at you over his shoulder. You felt your cheeks flame under his scrutiny but you refused to let go of his sleeve, lest he continue to leave. Feeling his gaze bore into you, it became clear that he was not going to say anything, so you had no choice but to take the lead.

“I-I know you have to leave but I-I have a gift for you…!” You cringed at how meek you sounded, but you pressed on anyway before you left all confidence entirely, “b-because of the day… I… I really like you, Rollo, but not like a friend. I-I mean, more than a friend, much more! S-so… Please accept these chocolates!” You pulled the box of chocolates out from behind your back and offered them to him, screwing your eyes shut as you silently prayed that he would accept them. You could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears and you were sure your face were as red as a tomato. How long would you have to wait for his response? Perhaps you were standing here like a fool and he had already marched off, leaving you forsaken.

You continued to fret and doubt, until you felt a soft touch on your wrist that gently pulled you forward and the box of chocolates was taken from your grip. You nervously cracked open your eyes and looked up, feeling your breath hitch at the sight before you. Although faint, there was a smile upon Rollo’s face, and you found so much beauty in the barely there upturn of his lips. His fingers tightened around your wrist, as if he was frightened that the situation would reverse and it would be you trying to flee.

The softness that Rollo was currently feeling felt strange to him, the fondness that he felt for you making him feel warm and fluttery. His heartbeat was erratic, your sudden confession taking him completely off guard, the clumsiness of its execution simply making you appear even more adorable in his eyes. Rollo could never recall feeling like this before, a sudden fear gripping him that if he did not seize you, you might suddenly disappear. So that’s what he did when he carefully took hold of your wrist and pulled you toward him, treating you as if you were made of glass. Although his gaze still seemed a little guarded, as if he was nervous to entirely let down his walls, his eyes were unmistakably filled with affection for you. He swallowed the lump that has risen in his throat that he hadn’t even noticed had formed and took a deep breath through his nose before he finally addressed you, a thumb stroking gently along the length of your wrist as he did.

“I accept your confession, Y/N.”

[harlowcomehome]

Our first Valentine’s Day:

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The days leading up to Valentine’s Day were hectic. Jack was doing a lot of interviews and was preoccupied a lot, the two of you hadn’t even discussed if you had Valentine’s Day plans. Truthfully, you probably wouldn’t have given that much attention if Layla hadn’t brought it up.

The two of you were in your living room, watching a movie together after work when she mentioned it.

“So do you and Jack have any valentines day plans?” She smirked as she simultaneously stuffed her face with snacks.

“We haven’t really talked about it” you scratched the back of your neck, anybody who knew you knew that was your nervous tell.

“At all?” She muted the television and turned her body completely to you.

“We’ve only been seeing each other for a little over a month Lay” you sighed “I don’t want to be too much. Plus he’s been busy with work and everything.”

Layla scoffed, raising a brow to you “so you haven’t even asked him about it?”

“He’s not even my boyfriend Lay, we’ve just been seeing each other occasionally. What if he doesn’t even want me to be his Valentine?” You giggled nervously reaching for the remote to unmute the television but Layla grabbed it and sat on it instead.

“What did you buy him?” She narrowed her eyes at you.

You giggled in response, “what makes you think I bought him anything?”

Layla stood up and ran to your bedroom, you followed quickly behind her. She found a small Valentine bag on your floor by your bedside table. She picked it up and you sighed, “fine, I got him a cologne I thought he’d like.”

“Fancy! What happened to chocolates?” She giggled as she sat down on your bed next to you.

“He doesn’t really- he doesn’t like sweets that much” you said shyly as you grabbed the bag from her.

“You really like him, don’t you?” She came to the realization that she had never seen you this way about anyone before.

“Don’t start” you warned, placing the bag back where it was originally. “Let’s go finish the movie!”

The next few days Valentine’s Day was heavily on your mind, you and Jack had been talking when he had the time but neither of you mentioned it.

You were busy working on projects for work so for the most part you were also distracted but you kept playing the conversation with Layla in your head over and over.

Valentine’s Day was on Sunday and it was Friday now, so it was only two days away. You were working on a advertising project at your job, when you were interrupted by a coworker. “Hey y/n, there’s something at the front desk for you” they smiled and you followed them back to the front desk.

You saw a big bouquet of flowers and you were taken aback, “those are for me?”

She nodded and you giggled grabbing them and taking them back to your desk. You quickly read the card “be my Valentine? -J.”

You giggled to yourself quickly taking a photo with the flowers and sending a photo to both Layla and Jack.

Jack called you almost immediately, not even saying hello but starting with “so is that a yes?” Before you could reply he nervously continued to talk, “I know the flower route could be considered corny but I just didn’t want you to think that I forgot I’ve just been so busy with work and I-.”

“Hey Jack” you interrupted, trying your best not to giggle at his nervousness.

“Yeah?” He sighed into the phone, catching his breath.

“Yes, I’ll be your Valentine.”

“I was thinking we could celebrate tomorrow at my place?” He cleared his throat, nervous to ask you that.

“Sounds good! I have to get back to work but thank you for the flowers” you giggled and he loved the sound of it.

The next day Jack text you, giving you the address to his place. You were nervous because you’d never been to his apartment before.

“I knew it would work out” Layla hummed as she helped you zip up your dress.

“Are you spending the night?” Layla asked and you immediately shook your head. “No? I mean, he didn’t say anything about that. Should I be prepared in case that happens?” You immediately got nervous and Layla giggled.

“I already packed cute pajamas, a toothbrush, hair tie and condoms in a backpack and put it in your trunk” Layla hummed.

“Condoms?” You giggled and Layla raised a brow at you “I see the way you look at him.”

“How do I look at him?” You gasped, pretending to be offended.

“Like a dog in heat” she giggled.

You rolled your eyes and told her bye before driving over to Jacks, making sure that the pajamas she packed were actually cute before starting your car.

When you got to Jacks apartment you heard the sound of two men’s voices bickering back and forth and you paused to listen before knocking on the door.

The room went silent before you heard footsteps, followed by Jack opening the door. “Hi, you look beautiful” he smiled, you could tell he was so nervous and you found it adorable.

You walked into his apartment and saw his friend from NYE, he had a backpack and a comforter in his hand. “You’re Y/N right?”

“Yeah! You’re Urban? Jack talks about you a lot” you smiled and Jack did too watching the interaction.

“Oh my gosh, Am I kicking you out?” You noticed what Urban was carrying in his arms. You immediately felt guilty, Jack had failed to mention he and Urban lived together.

“No, don’t worry about it. I have Valentine’s Day plans of my own” Urban lied saying goodbye to Jack with their signature handshake and waving goodbye to you as he left.

“You never told me you two lived together” you smiled, as Jack nervously tending to some food in the kitchen.

“I didn’t think having a roommate was exactly attractive” he laughed, “he was supposed to be gone before you got here.”

“I literally live with Layla” you laughed and he did too.

“I just thought you’d think of it differently since I’m a guy” he replied and you shrugged.

“That kind of stuff doesn’t matter to me” you shifted your focus over to what he was doing “What’re you making?” You peeked over the kitchen counter and saw he was stirring a pot of noodles.

“Chicken Alfredo” he smiled and you did too. He noticed you had a small bag in your hands. “Did you get me something? Please tell me you didn’t” he laughed and you did too.

“So one thing about me, I love to give gifts. You’re going to have to get used to that” you smiled, placing the gift down on the counter beside him.

“Really? I’ve never been on the opposite end of that” he replied as he got plates out of his cabinets for the two of you.

“Well I guess I’m here to change that” you smirked.

“Go sit! I’ll bring it to you” he smiled and you did as he said, noticing the flowers on the table. You had just realized he had decorated the room with a few balloons as well.

He watched you as you looked around his apartment, he was nervous having you in his space. It was abnormal of him to bring anyone to his place.

He put your plate down in front of you, sitting beside you with a smile. “Now if this is nasty, you can be honest and we’ll order food.”

You started laughing immediately, “not confident in your cooking skills huh?”

“I mean, I’d eat it but I’m used to only making food for me and Urban” he laughed and you did too.

You took a bite and grimaced, Jacks entire face turning red. You stifled a giggle as you playfully slapped his arm, “I’m kidding! It’s good!”

“You scared me, I thought I was about to die of embarrassment” he laughed, scooting closer to you.

“Do I make you nervous?” You smiled as you leaned into him.

“Only, all the time” he took another bite of food as you looked over his outfit. You realized for the first time that he had also dressed up, which you found endearing.

When you were done eating, you pushed your gift bag toward Jack giving him a begging look. He laughed before grabbing it and the two of you sat on his couch in his living room.

“You have to open yours first” he handed you a bag that was similar in size to yours from the side of his couch.

When you opened the bag your eyes got wide, and Jack watched you nervously. “If you don’t like the smell I can get you something else” he bit his lip nervously.

“Wait, just open your gift!” You giggled excitedly and Jack did, realizing you had got him cologne.

“Did we really do that?” He laughed and you did too, leaning your entire body into his. The both of you gave each of your bottles a spray and were grateful at the fact that you both liked each others choice.

You sat next to one another playing with each others fingers, you realized he always wore a specific ring and until now you had never asked him about it.

He explained that it was his first big purchase other than his car, saying that he and his friends all had the same ring. It spoke volumes to you that he was so caring about his friends and everyone around him.

He explained to you who everyone was, showing you photos and telling you what the last few weeks of his job consisted of since he had been so busy. He got a little quieter once he started to talk more in depth about work, he seemed almost sad about it.

“Where did you go? What’s wrong?” You leaned into him, placing your drink down on the coffee table in front of you.

He swallowed nervously. “I don’t want to ruin our day.”

“Talk to me” you focused on him, looking into his eyes.

“I really like you y/n. Like a lot” he smiled before he placed his glass on the coffee table and you noticed his hand was shaking.

“But my job is demanding and I never want you to feel unimportant” he looked away from you, the eye contact making him more nervous.

“I know that” you grabbed his hands like you did earlier. “Have I ever said anything to you?”

“Well, no but I don’t want you to resent me because I tend to put work first and I just” he sighed “I like you, a lot.”

“You said that already” you teased and he laughed.

“I like you a lot too” you reassured him, “and I don’t feel neglected or unimportant, if I ever did I would tell you.”

“Promise?” He sighed and you nodded in response, “I promise.”

“If anything I find your work ethic kind of sexy” you smirked and his brows furrowed “oh yeah?”

“I find a lot about you sexy actually” you hummed, and he leaned in and started to kiss you.

“Continue” he mumbled in between kisses, you could feel his smirk against your mouth.

“If I start now it’ll take all night” you responded coy.

“That’s fine with me, what if you stayed the night?” He begged and you straddled his lap to kiss him better.

“I’d love to” you hummed, mentally thanking Layla in your head.

[fkinavocado]

In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 21 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 22 (Word count: 4k)

About a month had passed since that very eventful evening. Harry was right, nothing could take away from the joy having told each other “I love you” had brought. Not even all the chaos that had led up to that point. 

Looking back, you remembered none of the bad stuff. You’d been on cloud nine, ever since. Harry wouldn’t even discuss you going back to live in another city when you could work remotely just fine, and in truth you didn’t want to go live 2 hours away from him either. So, at his suggestion, you’d been practically living together ever since that day, more or less straight out of your already impromptu California bag. You didn’t even go back once to your place to get more of your stuff, but you hadn’t needed anything since you were working from home and barely put on any clothes to begin with.

The two of you were acting as though you were on your honeymoon. That’s what it felt like. You’d had a trial run on your trip together but this was something else entirely. Harry sometimes worked from home but mostly he had to go in office, and on site to various projects he was overlooking, and when he’d come back home you felt your heart swell. You’d never imagined you could enjoy this domestic angle to a relationship. But you loved waiting for him to come back home to you. You missed him as soon as he left out the door and couldn’t wait to see him come back to you. You were someone who normally valued alone time a lot, but with Harry you never felt smothered or like you needed time to yourself. You knew it was healthy to spend time apart but you weren’t yet ready to share him with the outside world. You felt it was unfair the two of you had to work when you had much more important stuff to do, like making love all day.

Harry of course was over the moon to have you all to himself. He loved throwing his briefcase on the dining room table when he got back from work, even when you were already on the couch next to it, and yelling “Honey, I’m home!”, the biggest, brightest grin on his face. To which you’d respond in various ways, his favourite seemingly the one where you hitched up the already skimpy piece of clothing you would lounge around the house in, spreading your thighs widely and revealing your naked core to him, and saying “Nuh-huh, daddy. Here’s your home, balls deep inside me”. 

Harry went feral the first time you pulled that stunt on him.

You even spent Valentine’s tucked away from the world as well. Harry kept you in bed all day. He started by having his own “breakfast” in bed. Then he brought you your (actual) breakfast in bed, on a proper tray and everything, even adorned with a singular dwarf sunflower and insisted on spoon feeding you and also that you don’t cover your breasts while you eat so that he can lick trails of strawberry jam off your nipples. 

Then, needles to say you were all sticky and you had to take a shower together so he could make sure you’re squeaky clean, but only after he fucked you silly and let you have your own sticky desert at the end. You then got back in bed and Harry rested his head in your lap (he still insisted you don’t cover your breasts with the bedsheet) reading poetry out loud to you from his favourite author, he’d underlined his copy all week in preparation. You just carded your fingers through his curls and looked at him dreamily, enjoying the slow cadence of his deep voice and that’s how you fell asleep in the afternoon, him mouthing at your breasts to his heart’s content. 

He woke you up though, just as the february sun was setting early, he had more in store for you. He wanted to edge you while you read him back some of the poems he picked, you had to make sure you didn’t stutter, otherwise he’d stop. He didn't let you come for nearly an hour, lapping lazily at your pussy, his head resting in the crease of your thigh, fingers pumping slowly inside you. And after all that, he fucked you- hard, and you soaked the bedding. 

He next ran a bath for both of you, even lit up candles all around the tub, used your special bath bombs and propped up a chair with a rom-com to watch on his laptop as you sat between his legs and he massaged shampoo into your scalp until you groaned in bliss. 

He changed the bed linen and got dinner ready while you blow dried your hair. He made you your favorite, pasta carbonara from scratch and coupled it with your preferred wine but pouted at you for putting on clothes, although he’d also put on sweatpants, as you’d pointed out, so he let it slide. 

Since you were (partially) dressed you asked for a late night car ride and Harry was pleased to indulge you. You held hands over the console while soppy valentine’s day music played over the radio, and you ended up nodding off, your temple against the window. He drove back home, gently took you back into bed and you didn’t wake up until he tried to wiggle you out of your jeans so that you’d be comfy. You were in his arms, ready to fall back asleep but there was just one thing missing, and he was more than willing when you asked to cockwarm him, but you ended up making slow, unhurried love instead.

Needless to say, it’d been a Valentine’s Day you wouldn’t be forgetting too soon.

All in all, living with Harry had been a smoother transition than you’d have ever imagined it to be. You still kept your lease on your flat for the time being, but Harry had been hinting at figuring out something in the near future, a clean slate for both of you. 

Maybe another state, somewhere warmer since both of you seemed to enjoy it better, it was up to your hearts’ desire, really. He felt like there was no real reason to stick around, especially now that Emily was away for college in another state anyway and likely wouldn’t ever move back to her hometown afterwards.

Speaking of Emily, that was the only thing putting a damper on all of this.

Harry tried hiding it from you, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. You knew it was affecting him badly. He really hadn’t anticipated Emily to hold this big of a grudge over the whole thing- she wouldn’t talk to him at all. You tried not to pry, let him tell you what little he wanted to, but he didn’t want to talk about it at all. And you didn’t want to push him. You’d told him you were there for him if he ever wanted to talk about it but he always reassured you it’d be fine eventually and to not worry about it. 

But you were worrying about it. 

He was so sad sometimes that you could hardly do anything to get his mind off things. He had every right to be sad about it. You knew how special his bond with his daughter was, and of course you couldn’t help but feel responsible for all of it.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t spoken at all with your family either but for very different reasons. They hadn’t tried getting in touch either. All you knew about them anymore was coming from Niall, that over the top lawyer Harry had. The whole thing was a legal mess. Yes, Harry had paid a fine for public misdemeanour, luckily your father was alright so there was no solid ground for any further charges against him (he did deliver just that one punch, to be fair-- but luckily the fall your father took hadn’t been fatal or very serious even); but the whole thing with Derek and the drugs he’d planted on Emily was ongoing. These things are slow like that, at least that’s what Niall had said, and Harry was upset that this was hanging over his daughter’s head for as long as it had been, but you had no choice but to go through the albeit slow legal process of it all. Harry had turned in the evidence he had from the private detective he’d hired to keep an eye on Derek (and for good reason, as it turned out), so it was really just a matter of waiting it out, the outcome was surely in your favour but still it was upsetting that it was taking so long.

You hated seeing Harry so thorn over it. But there was nothing you could do except trust him that in time Emily would turn around… though you doubted it. You never told him as much, of course. You had much different issues with your own father, but still you tried putting yourself in her shoes and it wasn’t pretty, you could admit it. Had she not had to find out about it this way, maybe things would have been much different; as it was though, you could imagine the shock Emily must’ve had when it all came crashing down on her like that, and she’d already been quite shaken up about the whole thing with Derek, emotionally, but not to mention its legal ramifications also.

It was with her in mind that you snapped out of your reverie when you heard a loud noise from across the hall. You were home alone that day, working (or supposed to be working when you were not too busy daydreaming about Harry) and with a quick glance at the time on your work laptop you realized he was unusually early. It wasn’t that Harry had a clear schedule, a 9 to 5 job, but you could gauge how long he’d be away by now, and also, he’d usually text you on his way home asking for your preference on what you should have for dinner. He loved picking up fresh groceries and loved cooking with said groceries almost on a daily basis if he wasn’t too tired from work. 

As you were processing all of this the noises got louder and you decided to go see what he was up to, a bit upset that he hadn’t stopped by the bedroom first to check in on you. Usually you would work from the dining room table but today you’d felt particularly lazy and work had been slow. Maybe it was because he disliked it when you were displaying this level of laziness. He’d never told you, but you could tell he couldn’t understand how you could work from bed when he had a perfectly fit office you could use, or the dining room table at the very least. When he worked from home, he always used the office and he would change out of his usual sweatpants he wore on lazy weekends. He didn’t suit up or anything (that would’ve been a touch too crazy, even for Harry’s workaholic ways) but he wore something he would wear on a casual day out maybe, he said it put him in a work mindset. You of course just thought he was mental. But you kept that to yourself, just like he did when it came to your working from bed sometimes. You did wonder whether he’d snap one of these days, the idea too much for his OCD, and maybe today was the day, seeing as he didn’t come to greet you and went straight for what sounded like the kitchen.

You trotted across the hallway and when you realized the kitchen was clear you were scared half to death when a young woman that you then recognized as Emily came out of her bedroom next to it. 

“Fuck! You scared the living hell out of me!” you laughed out incredulously, clutching your oversized t-shirt to your chest over your rapidly beating heart.

Emily didn’t find it funny in the least though, considering the death stare she was casting upon you “You’re here.”

You cleared your throat, trying to compose yourself “Uhm, yes, I am. I wasn’t expecting anyone… sorry” 

Emily scanned you head to toe in disdain “Clearly. Maybe you should’ve. This is my house. Well. It’s my dad’s, but I live here too”

You felt yourself blush. She was right, of course. You weren’t even wearing any underwear, but Harry’s old t-shirt was long enough to ensure your modesty “I only meant… Harry didn’t say you were coming over”

“He doesn’t know I’m here. I came for my stuff. Luckily for you, you won’t have to worry about unannounced visitors anymore, I’m clearing out my room”

“Emily…” 

“Nope. Don’t wanna hear it. I didn’t see your car up front, otherwise I wouldn’t have come in. Don’t wanna see your face as much as I don’t want to see his”

“It’s… it’s in the shop. Harry insisted he’d have his mechanic look over it…” you cleared your throat, you were rambling “Listen, Emily, I know it’s not my place, but--”

“You’re right, it’s not, so shut it. I’m here now so I’ll just get this over with. Go ahead and go back to laying around half naked all day while my dad breaks his back at work for you or whatever it is you do all day”

“... Excuse me?”

Emily rolled her eyes “I don’t give a fuck. Just get out of my face. Better not find anything missing from my room, though.”

You stepped closer then “Emily, I get that you’re upset, I really do, but this is crossing a line”

“Ha!” she laughed incredulously, getting closer too “Crossing a line, am I? Look who’s talking! Little miss <<let me drive you home and seduce your dad while I'm at it>> herself”

You gasped “I… Wow. I did not-- Emily, whatever you think it is that happened you’re imagining it all wrong. I didn’t set out to seduce anyone! And no one seduced anyone, what do you think is going on here exactly?”

She shrugged “You’re just taking advantage of my dad being lonely. Saw his place, figured he was doing well for himself. I saw yours and know you aren’t, or at least your parents aren’t. Lord knows Derek has been complaining about them not affording stuff for him”

“What!?-- They just bought him a car, whereas I had to take a loan from my father for mine. And this doesn’t even concern you! And most of all- how dare you imply I’m after your father’s money!?”

She scoffed “Why else are you here then? Sure, dad is a sweetheart-- but he’s old!”

“He’s not old, he’s older, there’s a difference!” you furrowed your brows “He had you very young, and I’m not your age, Emily. I’m 26. He’s 42. Sure, there’s a significant age gap, but stop treating him like he’s a senior citizen and I’m underage. You’re blowing this way out of proportion!’ 

“Oh, am I? He could be a grandfather!”

Your eyes widened and immediately dropped to her midsection. You noticed how she fidgeted under your gaze but before you could open your mouth further you heard the front door and heard Harry’s amused voice before you saw him making his way to you “Are you watching those despicable housewives show again? They just won’t stop bickering, huh?”

The sweet grin on his face faded instantaneously as he froze in place the moment he laid eyes on the two of you. Nobody was saying anything so you cleared your throat “I’ll give you guys some privacy” and meant to walk away but Emily snapped

“No, stay. I want you to hear what I’ve got to tell him, too”

“Ems…”

“No, dad, you don’t get to sweet talk your way out of this. I came to get my stuff, only to bump into your half naked… plaything! Do you have any idea how mortifying this is? This is my home, too! You were so quick to replace me, weren’t you?! Hell, she’s about my age, why not let her be your new pretend daughter? Ugh. I’m gonna be sick. All of this is sick… You’re sick!”

“Emily.” Harry’s stern voice surprised even you, you could feel your blood freeze in your veins, but to your shock, she continued

“No, no. You are! I was just telling her how sick and perverted this whole thing is! You’re old! Why can’t you act your age? And, are you really that gullible? She’s clearly sticking around for as long as she can profit off of you. What is wrong with men?! I can’t believe you turned out to be just another sick bastard, like all of them! Not only that, but you’re apparently also violent?! What the hell is wrong with you!? My whole life has been a lie! You’re not the man I thought you were, not in the least!”

Your downcast eyes peeped a look at Harry and you could tell that under all that angry facade his heart was shattering. Emily was being brutal. And he had to sit there and take it with a brave face, be the father she was falsely accusing him not to be “You stop this right this instance! I won’t allow it! Like it or not, I’m still your father and you will not raise your voice at me, let alone judge me. You’re wrong, by the way, terribly so, but you’re too much of a child to see it. You’ve done some terrible mistakes, Emily, ones I’ve clearly warned you about, yet you have the nerve to cast judgement on what I’m doing?! Since when do you think that’s acceptable?”

“I--”

“Shut it. I don’t want to hear it! You’ve said enough. I’m terribly disappointed in you, Emily. I wanted to talk to you, explain all of this in a mature, adult conversation, since I thought you were grown enough to have one, but things that were out of my control escalated in such a manner that you had to see and hear things that you shouldn’t have- not like that, at least. And for that, I’m sorry. But I won’t apologise for my personal decisions, I don’t even have to explain them to you! My love life is none of your business! Whom I date is none of your business! I’m not bringing a woman home telling you this is your new stepmother, something you didn’t second guess as a child when your mother did it- but somehow I’m held responsible now that you’re all grown and away for college? I wanted to tell you because I love you and I want us to always be as close as we’ve ever been. I couldn’t tell you the way I wanted to, but I never imagined you’d end up saying such vile things about a person you don’t even know, at the end of the day!”

“Oh, but I do know her! I know her and her brother and that whole awful family of theirs! They’re nothing but scammers, dad. And you’re falling for it!--”

“I won’t have it, Emily, I’m not letting this go any further. You’re blinded by hatred. I can’t believe half the things you’ve said to me today! This is not the kind, gentle soul I’ve helped raise from as small as my own two palms!” he held his hands before him and you could see he was fighting off tears but was losing the battle 

“And you’re not the father I thought you were! Stop trying to spin this on its head and make me the bad guy! You’ve kept things from me, I don’t even recognize you any more!”

“That’s not true! Nothing changed, if you would just stop whining like a brat and start acting your age I would try talking to you about it! But you’ve hurt me, Emily! This is the woman I love you’re spitting venom at!”

“Love!? Please! Are you kidding me right now? And what about me, your own daughter! You’re really picking her over me!?” her voice was wavering now as well, and you could see tears well up in her own eyes too

“There’s never been a matter of choice, Ems. You’re my kid, I’ll love you no matter what, always, even now when you’re being so awful! But that doesn’t mean you get to say and do whatever you want! Why are you being like this? Do you not want to see me happy?”

Emily groaned in frustration, wiping her tears away “I can’t believe you right now! You are! You are choosing her over me!”

“Petal--”

“No! No, no, no!” she shrieked, covering her ears “I don’t wanna hear it! This is sickening! She could be your daughter, what the hell is wrong with you!? Stop it, stop! It’s either her or me! Understand?”

“No, it’s not, Emily” his voice was back to being stern, she was losing her grasp on reality and Harry needed to be a grounding presence so that she could snap out of her histeria “You stop it! You’re acting like a child!”

“I don’t care!” she shouted, stomping past you and into his face “If you have any semblance of decency in you you’ll end this! You hear me? It’s either her or me! I mean it! I can’t be around you when you’re going to act like a sick twisted old man with a Lolita kink! That’s not my father! I won’t accept it!”

You covered your face at her words, it was unbearable. They must’ve just stared eachother down for a beat because next thing you knew you heard the front door again and Emily was gone.

You watched Harry stare at his feet, his hands on his hips, chewing nervously on his lower lip and you finally whispered “Oh my God…”

His eyes snapped back up at you, almost as though he’d momentarily forgotten you were in the room and the more he looked into your eyes  the more you could see his own shine, tears threatening to spill and you quickly made your way towards him, pulling him into a tight hug. He hugged you back just as tight and then you felt him shake violently in your arms, quiet sobs he was trying to muffle rattling through his whole body

“Oh, baby…” you cradled the back of his head in the crook of your neck and tried soothing him, but he was beyond his breaking point. You realized you couldn’t hold him upright anymore and you both kneeled to the floor where you felt you could handle holding his upper body in your arms. He was leaning his entire weight on you, and he was much heavier than you’d ever realized until then. He was truly heartbroken, you’d never seen him like this “Shhhh… it’s ok, it’s gonna be ok…”

He shook his head, and you felt just how wet he’d gotten your t-shirt on that side “She’s never gonna get over it”

“She will. She’ll come around…”

“No, she won’t” he gasped for air and you cradled his face in your hands. His eyes were bloodshot, he looked a mess. You’d never seen him this shattered. You’d never seen anyone like this. It broke your heart in ways you never knew were even possible “I know her. She’s not gonna let this go. She’ll never understand”

You gulped, searching his eyes. He was utterly heartbroken. 

And it was all your fault.

“Please stop crying, baby. I can’t see you like this” you let out a sob you didn’t know you were holding in “I can’t. It’s breaking my heart. Please, I can’t see you hurt like this”

Harry pulled you into his arms then but you could tell he was still crying. He pressed his cheek to the top of your head and you could literally feel his heavy yet silent tears wet your hair “You’re right” he tried to sound calm but you knew he was holding back for you now and that made you feel even worse “She’ll turn around”

But you both knew that was a lie you were telling eachother but not to yourselves. Emily was not going to budge. So much was clear to you both.

He had to choose. 

And he would never make the choice. He’d never be able to live with himself no matter what he chose.

“It’ll be ok. I promise, Harry” you held him tight, squeezing your eyes shut and yet a fresh stream of tears still made their way between your lashes. You knew, in that moment, that you had to make the choice for him. “I love you...”

Chapter 23

A/N: DON'T KILL ME 💀! REMEMBER, THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER 😅

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Hello!

This post gives an overview of all my writing. All my fics are below the cut, and you can find my shorter ficlets & drabbles that I only posted on tumblr here :)

Normal things, baby! universe:

‘86, baby! (words: 58k) After they all survive Vecna (death? i don’t know her. and eddie definitely doesn’t either), everyone struggles with getting back to whatever “normal” is supposed to mean and new friendships are forged along the way, possibly even developing into something more eventually.

‘93, baby! (words: 2k) From Wayne’s POV, taking place 7 years after ‘86, baby! and reflecting on some of the moments from that fic, but also readable independently from ‘86, baby!

It’s Christmas, baby! (words: 5.5k) Four Christmas-themed oneshots that give some insight in the future after the events of ‘86, baby!

&Currently working on a Ronance-focused one taking place in the same universe :D

Fruity four fics:

Maybe if I was straight (words: 44k) AU based on the movie But I’m a Cheerleader, in which the fruity four meet each other because they end up in the same gay conversion therapy camp. Also, prepare for MANY supporting characters making appearances. And basically everyone is gay so that’s a bonus I guess.

The time of the year that you really need love (words: 14k) Christmas-themed fake-dating AU in which Steve and Robin, and Nancy and Eddie, pretend to be a couple.

Bee mine? (words: 5k) In which Steve and Robin are beekeepers, Eddie is a baker and Nancy a local journalist. The first chapter is all about Steddie and the second one about Ronance.

Steddie fics (mostly one-shots):

Friends don’t leave (words: 20k) In which Eddie leaves Hawkins, goes off the rails for a bit, and Steve continuously refuses to give up on him. (This was originally a one-shot so you can also only read the 1st chapter (words: 8k) if you prefer shorter fics)

It’s buzzcut season anyway (words: 2k) In which Steve finds out that Eddie’s hair is actually a wig.

The gayest chicken in Hawkins (words: 7k) In which a game of gay chicken between Steve and Eddie gets completely out of hand.

Beyond the yellow sweater (words: 3k) In which Eddie goes absolutely feral when he sees Mr. Harrington beating the shit out of Steve.

Basketball night (words: 1.5k) In which Steve is desperate to get Eddie's uncle to like him, and Eddie is just as desperate to get his uncle to like his boyfriend.

All I needed was the love you gave (words: 3,5k) In which Steve introduces Eddie to his parents.

Roses & Sunshine (words: 8k) In which Steve and Eddie meet at Hawkins’ community center. Eddie is there for guitar lessons, Steve for the daycare center. Misunderstandings ensue.

Not my type (words: 7k) In which Wayne meets Steve at a baseball match and wants to set him up with Eddie. Eddie is very much not into it.

Say you, say me (words: 3k) In which Steve and Eddie don’t quite have the same opinion about what Valentine’s Day is about.

The difference between a poem and a love letter (words: 5k) In which Eddie is a songwriter who likes to read poetry to find inspiration for new songs, and Steve a poet who finds his inspiration in music.

I will love your shadow (words: 3k) In which the bat-attack has left Eddie beyond repair and he has to come to terms with living with a stoma.

I’ll bring you flowers (in the pouring rain) (words: 7k) In which Eddie dates Steve without really believing he changed.

Until you face the rope (words: 5k) In which Eddie faces a trial for the crimes he didn’t commit.

Soul Mate (words: 1k) In which Steve and Eddie ponder what it means to get married and whether or not soulmates exist.

Ronance fics:

I’d kiss you if it wouldn’t kill me (words: 19k; inspired by Pushing Daisies but you don’t need to know anything about the show to read this) In which Nancy possesses the power to bring people back to life with a single touch. When Robin dies at the hands of Vecna, Nancy is there to save her. But there are some repercussions. The most important of them? If they ever touch again, Robin will die – and there will be no way back. After Vecna is defeated and Hawkins seems safe again, the two girls have to navigate what exactly this means for the bond they share.

Chamomile Christmas (words: 3k) In which Robin meets Nancy in a coffee shop on Christmas Eve.

The perfect girl for you (words: 9k) In which Wayne sets up Robin with Nancy, but things aren’t going as smoothly as Robin had hoped.

And suddenly we’re Thelma and Louise (words: 9k) In which Robin and Nancy make a roadtrip from Boston to Mexico, guided by a list of things Nancy feels like she missed out on during her college years.

The art of kissing a girl (That’s what friends are for, right?) (words: 4k) In which Nancy helps Robin prepare for a date with Vickie by giving her some kissing lessons.

Others:

I owe you nothing, I owe you my life (WIP) In which Eddie finds out that Karen Wheeler is his mother.

My life in the lines of your hand (words: 17k) In which the soft romance of my most beloved rarepair Wayne Munson and Scott Clarke gets explored through a series of defining moments for them.

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Bleeding Candy Hearts (s. harrington x reader)

SYNOPSIS: It’s Valentine’s day and Steve recollects the moments leading up a confession and a question he wanted to ask through candy hearts.  REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: fluffy fluffy!!!! hurt/comfort (reader’s parents are also absent), mentions of the ‘mall fire’, domestic ending, friends to lovers, not proofread PAIRINGS: Steve Harrington x Reader WORD COUNT: 3.8k+ helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs

A/N: Don’t forget to check out my Sleepover Event! Happy Valentine’s Day…or week!

“Dustin, Dustin, no!”

“What?” Dustin asked, munching on pastel colored candy hearts that he found on Steve Harrington’s kitchen counter. “I’m just eating candy,”

“That wasn’t for you, asshole!” Steve exclaimed, rushing to the scene of the crime. Crumbs of candy hearts littered the marble tops. “Did you eat everything?”

“No,” Dustin shrugged. Steve sighed in annoyance before counting the contents of the box. Eleven candy hearts left. How was that going to be enough? Steve counted, he needed at least twenty-five. Steve was kind of annoyed but seeing Dustin’s apologetic face eased him. Kind of.

“What is this about anyway?”

“I’m giving it to my Valentine!” Steve replied. “Ugh, dude! That was the last box,”

“Sorry, man. I swear, I didn’t mean it,” Dustin replied.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved off. Fuck, what was he going to do now?

The truth was, today was a special day for Steve. Not because it was Valentine’s day soon but because he was going to finally ask you a question that he’s been dying to ask.

Steve’s been thinking about it for weeks now—how you light up the room wherever you are, how you’d laugh at his jokes, the slight touches…he’s been thinking about you, consuming his mind with everything and you probably didn’t even know about it.

It all started a few months back. You were the new girl of Hawkins. You had no friends yet and no anything. Your parents were barely home and you moved into the house right beside the Harringtons. Steve watched from his window as the movers placed boxes upon boxes inside your home. There was a polite smile every time they’d pass by you but that was it.

Steve really wanted to talk to you—he was friendly and he was your neighbor. Surely, it’d be nice to welcome you to the neighborhood. He was out running some errands for the house when he saw you in the supermarket. Your cart was filled with fresh ingredients—vegetables, fruits, eggs. There was pasta and some candies and other essentials that a functioning family might need—a stark contrast to what he had on hand (soda, beer, and other food filled with artificial flavors and preservatives).

You were both in the cereal aisle and Steve decided to introduce himself to you.

“Uh, hey,” Steve greeted, making you look up from the shelves.

“Hi,” you smiled. Steve knew he was fucked. “You’re my neighbor, right?”

“Yeah. Steve Harrington,” he said. You nodded, telling him your name. Lovely name, it suited you perfectly. “Running some errands too?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m preparing my meals for the whole week so I’d only have to microwave them,”

“They don’t go bad?”

“No, not really. I cook a big batch of food every Sunday and then portion them. It’s easier than having to cook everyday. Saves my time too,” you told him.

“Well, I only rely on…beer, soda, milk, cereal, and Hot Pockets,” Steve told you. “Never really learned how to cook.”

“Oh. I love cooking but it’s so tedious especially with everything going on,” you told him, taking a box of Reese’s Puffs from the aisle. “Anyway, I have to go, Steve. Still have to do the laundry and everything,”

“I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah.”

Steve went home that day feeling more inspired than ever. After you parted ways, Steve bought ingredients that would make for a salad. Sure, he didn’t know what balsamic vinegar was but at least there was a ready made ranch dressing.

The next time Steve saw you was in a record store that Eddie worked in. He and Robin decided to drop by to visit Eddie and ask if he would be down for some burgers.

“Eddie! I swear to god, I didn’t know,” you laughed.

“You didn’t know that the PB and J sandwich with the label ‘Eddie’ was mine?” he asked teasingly. “Guess, I didn’t know that the ice cream with someone’s name on it is someone’s too,”

“Fine, fine you can have my ice cream because I ate your sandwich,” you said. Your eyes looked around to see Steve and another girl by the counter. “Hi, Steve!”

“Hey! This is Robin,” Steve said.

“Hi, Robin!” you greeted, telling her your name. Something clicks inside her brain and she looks at Steve.

“Hi! How do you know Eddie?” she asked.

At the mention of his name, Eddie arrives.

“Know me? She’s like my mom,” Eddie said. “She started working here last week, right?”

“Hm,” you think. “Yeah. Or like a week and a half?”

“And she’s already eating my PB&J!” Eddie complained, ruffling your hair. You laughed and Steve wanted to replay it over and over.

“So, what brings you guys here? Are you looking for something?” you asked.

“Oh, uh, I’m actually looking for a CD…” Steve lied. Eddie looks at him, puzzled. Why did Steve suddenly want a CD?

“What is it? I can probably help,” you replied. Steve racks his brain for a vinyl that his dad had. You listened as he said the name of the artist. He wanted the latest release.

“Okay,” you said. “Let me look at the inventory at the back and tell you,”

“Okay, thanks,” Steve replied and you smiled politely at him.

“Really? A CD?” Eddie asked. “What are you really here for?”

“We were going to ask if you wanted burgers since it’s almost the end of your shift,” Robin replied. “But Steve here has other plans,”

Eddie snickered at Robin’s teasing.

“Hey! I’m just trying to see. Just being neighborly,”

“Right,” Robin replied.

“I swear! She’s my neighbor,” Steve said, his hushed voice increasing in volume.

“Steve! I’m so sorry but it seems like we don’t have it here yet,” you suddenly appeared with an apologetic smile. “If you could fill up our reservation form, Eddie and I can put a stock aside for you,”

“No, that’s fine,” Steve replied. “I’ll come back some other time,”

“Oh, sure,”

“Steve and Robin asked if I can have burgers,” Eddie spoke. “You wanna go with us?”

“Oh, I’d love to but I just clocked in,” you replied. “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll cover the rest of your shift,”

“Really?” Eddie’s eyes seemed to brighten at your statement and you smiled.

“Yeah! Go enjoy,” you said. “I’ll handle this,”

“Thank you!” Eddie said before hugging you quickly. “Let’s go!”

“Uh—bye!”

“Bye!”

Steve and his friends left and you continued to your chores.

“She was totally asking for your number,” Eddie said.

“Huh?”

“She wanted your number,” Eddie repeated. “We don’t have reservation forms. It’s just a thing I taught her,”

That night, you went home to a package of burgers and a made-up reservation form waiting on your front porch.

-

The next time Steve saw you was a few days later. There was a knock on his door and it was a slow Sunday morning. Steve walked groggily to the door, having slept in the living room. He was wearing a t-shirt with a dinosaur print, baggy sweatpants, and white socks. He opened it and revealed you, a beautiful dress and a pair of black mary janes.

“Good morning, Steve! I hope I didn’t wake you up,” you greeted. Steve felt self-conscious. In his head, this wasn’t his best look at all but you were only swooning because he looked so adorable. 

“Oh—no! No, you didn't, I was just lazing around,” he stuttered. “Um, what brings you today?”

“Well, I was going to the store and remembered you. I was wondering if you wanted to come along? So we could shop together and have coffee afterwards?” you asked.

Now, Steve was usually a sucker for shy girls. Girls who wouldn’t even break glass but this? You? You were refreshing. You were outgoing in a way that doesn’t step on boundaries and God—Steve didn’t want to have any boundaries with you.

“Yeah, sure! Uh, would you mind waiting for me? I’ll just prepare and get dressed,” he replied. “You can come in!”

Sensing his discomfort you smiled.

“It’s okay! I’ll go back to the house and wait for you there. So you won’t feel rushed,” you assured. “Just ring the bell,”

“Okay,” Steve replied, visibly deflating. Truth was, his house was a mess. He only offered to be polite but he did make a mental note to clean for any impromptu visits in the future.

Steve knocked on your door thirty minutes later, dressed in a yellow sweater and some jeans.

“Sorry, I took so long,” he said. “My car or yours?”

-

“How did you learn to cook?” Steve asked, sitting across from you. You were having coffee and sandwiches now, groceries kept in the car.

“Well, my parents were gone a lot and mom had these cookbooks back home,” you recalled. “I had to learn how to fend for myself at around thirteen because dad thought I was too old to have a babysitter. It was hard at first. Dry fried chicken, overcooked pasta but I enjoyed it once I got the hang of it,”

“Why did you move here?” he asked.

“Well, after the mall fire, the market for housing plummeted here,” you told him. He remembered—his dad bought some houses to lease once the market rises again. “My father thought it’d be good to invest because Hawkins was starting to be more urbanized. He told me to live here to take care of the house and learn some independence while I’m on a break from college. You live alone too, right?”

“Yeah. Well, my dad’s in real estate and his office is far. I don’t even know where it is but he’s originally from Hawkins. He left me to take care of the house and haven’t seen him much ever since,” he said. “Been living alone for years,”

“Feels lonely sometimes,” you said.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But it’s comforting. Like, whenever my parents are here, I don’t feel comfortable at all,”

“I know that feeling! I guess, I should be grateful that my parents are at least supportive and nice but I see them once a month. It kind of gets awkward,” you said before taking a bite of your sandwich.

“You’re lucky. My dad just nags me all day,” Steve shared. “I know he probably wants what’s best for me and he probably thinks that it would be great if I took over his business or whatever but I’m just not there yet. I’m not sure what I want to do yet,”

“Oh, Steve,” you comforted, reaching out across the table to hold his hand. Steve felt at peace when you did that, and what’s worse? He didn’t know that he craved for it so badly. If he lets go, he’d melt completely right in front of you. “It’s okay. You don’t have to figure it out just yet. Tell you what, if you want, you can come up to me in college and I’ll show you around my campus,”

“Really?” Steve asked. He was excited—a campus tour from a girl that he really liked seemed like a sweet deal. If he got in, he’d have his dad off his back. 

“Yeah! You can come probably before the semester starts or ends and we could do a road trip together,” you told him, your hand still lingering on his without you knowing. His fingers were pressed against the trace of your palm and it felt good.

“Promise?”

“I promise,”

-

A hot Saturday—you, Robin, Eddie, and Steve all decided to swim in the lake. You were going to pick Eddie up while Steve took Robin. Both your cars were filled with picnic items and a change of clothes. You all decided to spend the day there and grab dinner at some diner.

“Stop fixing your hair, it’s fine!” Robin complained. “Eyes on the road, Steven,”

“Fine, fine! You’re no fun, you know that?” he asked, fixing a stray piece of hair and tucking it behind his ear.

“I’m sure she’d think you’re still cute,” Robin comforted her friend, making Steve scrunch his nose.

“Cute? I’m not a puppy, you know,” Steve replied. “I need handsome! I’ll even take pretty,”

Steve and Robin arrived there early, setting the picnic blanket with beer, soda, and other snacks. You and Eddie were in charge of the pizza and other knick-knacks that you might crave for during the trip.

“Steve! Robin!” Eddie called, making his friends look up. Eddie’s arm was casually hanging around your shoulders, making Steve tense up. He was so sure that nothing was going on between the two of you but God, he wished he could do that too. Casually.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted, putting the pizza and the doughnuts on the picnic blanket. “I brought us some sunscreen and an extra picnic blanket. If Eddie could be so kind to go get it for me,”

“Fine, fine,” Eddie groaned. “Help me out here, Robin,”

“Hi,” Steve greeted once you were both alone.

“Hello, Steve,” you replied, sitting on the picnic blanket.

“Um, so, I was wondering…what kind of pizza did you get?” God damn. Really? Did he really ask you what type of pizza you got? He did and he couldn’t say anything else. Being with you in the supermaket, cafes, and Eddie’s place of work somehow did something to him and now, underneath the bright sky, you smiling to him, it made that feeling even bigger.

“Oh,” you chuckled. “Got us some pepperoni, cheese, and they released this new flavor with stuffed crust, so Eddie and I got that for you too,”

“Cool, cool. Love pizza,” Steve replied and you looked at him in amusement.

“Steve?”

“Hm?”

“Stop it,” you told him. For some reason, he was being awkward and while that might’ve been fine, it was also starting to make you feel awkward. “Stop being awkward,”

“No, I’m sorry I just…don’t know what to say and I hate silence,” Steve groaned, putting his head on his hands.

“It’s okay!” you laughed. “Honestly,”

Steve peeks from the spaces of his fingers.

“Really?”

“Really,” you nodded. “Actually, I was hoping if you’d like to come with me? There’s a big supermarket outside of Hawkins and it’s like, everything you need is there. Even has its own bakery and uh, food,”

“Like a road trip?”

“Yeah. We can ask Robin and Eddie. I haven’t asked them yet,” you told him. “I don’t know, you don’t have to go. I just thought that it would be a fun twist for our regular Sundays,”

Regular Sundays. Steve liked that. Every Sunday was like a routine now. You’d know on his door to wake him up, go to the store together and run some errands, and then have breakfast or lunch wherever. He liked this routine and while he loved his friends, he wanted to keep you and your Sundays for himself a little longer.

“Okay, we’ll go,” Steve nods. “I’ll drive but you owe me a croissant,”

“Ugh, Eddie, stop!” you both hear Robin groan. “Can you believe him? He wants to bet against racing Harrington but Steve’s like a part of the swim team and Eddie’s…Eddie,”

“Come on! Just ten bucks,” Eddie begged. “Then I’ll leave,”

You laughed, it was usual for Eddie to make up stupid bets. He’d pout when he hands you the money and while you joke he might have a gambling problem, it was all fun and games. Eddie liked to live on adrenaline and for some reason, bets like beating Steve in a swim race was one of them.

Steve was thankful for his friends. They obviously knew that he was so into you. He knew that they were helping him—casually slipping that he was on the swim team, Robin helping out, Eddie taking care of your schedule in a way that Steve could ‘casually’ hang around.

They’ve been pestering him to ask you out because you were so clearly interested. He was never free on Sundays anymore and he hasn’t flirted with anyone else but Steve always told them that good things come to those who wait.

And he was proven right.

Steve showed up to your house, thirty minutes earlier in a dress shirt. Sure, it was probably too much for going to the supermarket but he wanted to put in the effort. You always showed up beautifully, a bright smile, a new lip gloss (Steve pays attention), and a warm greeting. It was time to return the favor.

Somehow, you both knew that this was different from all the times you’ve spent together. Sure, friends go to the store a lot. Friends eat dinner together. Friends talk to each other until the sun rises. Friends do all that together but this was a make or break point.

The day was spent as usual but it was you who broke the silence in his car, on the way back home.  

“Steve,” you started. “I…like you,”

“I like you too,” Steve replied but you sighed.

“No, I–I actually have feelings for you and it’s been going on for a while now and I don’t know…maybe you’d want to go on a date together or something,”

Steve was smiling from ear to ear, a blush creeping on his cheeks. God, you turned him into such a sap. He’d never forgive himself for waiting too long to ask you out that you actually beat him to it but it was fine. Nothing would break him right now.

“I like you too and I’d like to go on a date,” he said. “I’ve been feeling it too and I don’t know. It just feels natural to me, you know? Everything about you and I is natural to me,”

“Yeah. I feel the same thing as you.”

After your first date, the kids started to call you their ‘mother.’ It was never said in front of you but after Steve naturally took the role of a big brother-father figure, they’ve always been on the hunt for a big sister-mother figure. You fit perfectly. Telling Dustin to use sunscreen in the pool, helping Max with her homework, Erica going through puberty, cheering on Lucas’ games, comforting Mike with his girlfriend problems. It felt so natural and naturally, the kids would plot something as to ‘leaving you with Steve’ or ‘Isn’t Steve just so handsome?’

It was one date after another. You never kissed on the first date but you just had to kiss Steve. He was so handsome, looking all pouty when you had to go back home. You, knocking on his door after your date and going straight to kissing him. Him, laughing because you’re so forward and so refreshing. He never felt as wanted before. Not even as King Steve, not even with Nancy.

It was Valentine’s Day and Steve really wanted to ask you to be his but Dustin ruined it because he ate all the candy hearts. He had it planned elaborately. He’ll give you a box of candy hearts and you have to figure out what he was trying to say. Now, he couldn’t. Steve groaned in frustration, red staining his fingertips. Somehow, the liquid food coloring bled into the candy hearts. He could barely make out the letters on the candies.

“It’s okay, Steve,” Dustin offered. “I’m really sorry,”

Dustin felt bad. This was what he wanted—his hero and the new girl finally getting together. Nobody missed the looks that you two exchanged, the fleeting touches, and everything else. It was so obvious that you were too into each other. You were just waiting.

“It’s fine,” Steve replied. He had other tricks in the bag; a bouquet of your favorite flowers, chocolates, and all the Valentine she-bang. But the candy hearts were the most important part.

For Valentine’s, you two agreed to just hold it at home. Your home. You told him that it would be nice if the two of you could cook together and buy the supplies the day before. Steve agreed, of course. Anything you’d ask for, he’d give. He knocks on your door with his heart on his sleeve, roses and Valentine gifts in hand. You opened the door in your favorite outfit and Steve wanted to go back to the flower shop and buy every single flower for you.

“Hello, beautiful,” Steve greeted, a smile draping his lips. “I got these for you,”

“Thank you, handsome. Come in, come in,” you said, taking the flowers from him. Steve watched as you placed the bouquet in a vase, settling it on the dining table you assembled. You were lucky that your mother had collections of porcelain and fine china. “You look handsome,” you told him and he did. His brown hair falling on his face, his neat outfit—there was a glow within Steve and you found yourself staring.

“Stop staring…or take a picture,” he teased. “I have my polaroid with me,”

“Okay, let’s,” you said. That’s how you spent your Valentine's afternoon. Steve helped you chop the vegetables, stir the soup. He’d pause to take pictures of you. An arm around your waist, his lips kissing your cheek, a smile on your face. Snap! Another picture.

“I’ll take this one,” he said, before you could even ask for it. “Put it in my wallet,”

“What about mine?”

“You get all the pictures,” he said. “Just want this one,”

“Okay,” you replied. Garnishing the pasta with shreds of parmesan. Everything was set in place and Steve wanted to do this more than ever.

“Actually, before we start on our Valentine’s dinner, I wanted to give you one more thing,” he said, showing you a crumpled box of candy hearts. “Explains my red fingers,”

You took the box from him to reveal candy hearts.

“I didn’t…Dustin ate most of it and I had to make do with what I have,” he explained. The letters were barely there.

I  U L L B M Y G W F ?

Steve watched nervously as you tried to figure out his message.

WILL U B MY GF?

Eleven bleeding candy hearts that spelled out the question you wanted from him the most. You wordlessly turned away from him to retrieve a small heart-shaped cake that you baked last night. Steve read the inscription as you gave it to him. He wanted to laugh, it was a cake version of a candy heart that read:

Be mine?

“You always upstage me,” he laughed, closing the distance between the two of you, his arms around your waist.

“Explains my blue fingers,” you said. “So, I’m your girlfriend now?”

“Only if I’m your boyfriend. I love you, you know that?”

“I love you too, Steve..”

-

“Mom! Dad got us Valentine’s gifts. Look!”

“What is it?” you asked. Steve always had the habit of spoiling the kids. He could never say no to them but then again, you could never do that to them either.

“He got us chocolates and told us to share this cake for us,” your daughter said, while your younger son nodded cluelessly, carefully placing the cake on your lap. A cake that looked like a candy heart with the inscription: I love you. :)

A/N: That’s it for Valentine’s week! Thank you for reading. 

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pairing: non-idol!felix x fem!reader

genre: fluff! + some suggestive lines at the end

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warnings: food mentions throughout fic. also implied smut post-fic with suggestive lines leading up to the end.

daisy’s notes: this man makes me delulu im sorry i just love him so much... hes my sunshine <3

A week before your birthday, Felix woke up, looked at your sleeping face, and decided in that moment that you needed to have the best birthday to date.

That meant he needed to be a little sneaky about it. The two of you had brought up your birthday ever since a month before, since he wanted to be prepared for whatever you wanted to do. When you told him that you were indifferent (but that the only thing you didn’t want was a party), he had said he could work with that before asking if he could surprise you. With you giving him the go-ahead, he had decided to start making plans. No parties, that much was guaranteed, but other ways he could surprise you. He had plans to cook you dinner that day, since you would be going out with friends for part of the day... but he decided to take it a step further.

A week before your birthday, he decided that this year he would be making you chocolates himself for the first time. It meant he’d have to do some testing to figure out the exacts of doing it, but Chris had offered up his apartment for experimentation... if it meant he and the others could taste-test the results for him. It had resulted one day in everyone being over, and Jisung saying a very curt, “these are disgusting, but please leave all of them with us,” at one point. It earned a laugh from him, thankful for his success (even with Jisung’s joke that made his heart drop at first) in making them.

Felix, by the end of it all, had put together what resembled a Valentines’ Day chocolate sampler in a way. Chocolate covered pretzels, sea salt caramel-filled chocolates, chocolate covered nuts... and some chocolate-covered fruit that he had made the day-of as he waited for you to come home. He’d tied up the little box he’d managed to get (the cupcake liners inside of it to hold each sweet treat was a nice touch, in his opinion, plus he managed to find them in your favorite color), and hidden it away as he began to plate dinner.

When you came home, he’d greeted you with a kiss. “Happy birthday,” he said. His hands found yours, and he gently guided you with a slow step back. “Remember when I said to be ready for dinner...?”

Your eyes had twinkled with excitement. “Uh-huh?”

“Well...” He stepped aside, revealing the set dinner table, complete with lit candles to add to the atmosphere of it all. “Happy birthday. There’s more after this, too.”

With a kiss on the cheek, you’d thanked him for dinner and the two of you sat down and dug in. He’d asked about how your day out had been, and you’d happily recounted the places you’d gone with your friends. You’d actually run into Chris while you were out, of all the people to run into. He ended up chatting with you for a second, wishing you a happy birthday before parting ways with you. Thankfully, from the sounds of it, Chris didn’t let anything slip while he spoke to you. Not that he thought he would have, but... It was good to know that his surprise was safe.

When dinner was over, he could move onto the next thing. “I know you said last week that you didn’t really want a cake or anything this year...” He picked up the empty plates after planting a quick kiss on the top of your head. “I mean... We can still get one. Or I could make one if you changed your mind, but...”

“Yeah?” You watched him curiously from your chair. “I mean, we don’t need a cake or anything. I’m happy just being with you.”

He had to stop as he was putting the dishes away, nearly clutching his heart at that. It was far from the first time you’d said it, but it was still a shot directly through his heart that only made him love you more. He pulled out the box from where he’d set it, and made his way back over to you. “I made you these instead,” he set it down carefully in front of you, hopefully having not jostled anything. “I started looking into how to make them myself,” he watched you pull the ribbon loose, “and it ended up not being too hard once I got the hang of it... But most of the things in there are just dipped instead of actual ones you make from molds, so...”

You removed the lid from the box, looking over everything he’d made. The sea-salt caramel ones, the chocolate-covered variety of treats, and the plain milk chocolates that he’d decorated with different stripes and whatnot. “Oh... Felix...” You looked up. “You really made all of these for me?”

He nodded. “I wanted to do something special this year. Do... Do you like them?”

And you nodded eagerly. “That’s so sweet of you...”

“And I was thinking...” He said, suddenly more nervous than he was before. “There’s... also leftover chocolate... I was thinking that, maybe, if you wanted, we could... put it to good use? Or, I dunno, we could make something with it instead, I could show you how--”

Quietly, you leaned forward, blowing out the candles between the two of you to plunge the room into near darkness. “I’ll be waiting,” you stood up, gracing him with one quick kiss. “Don’t take too long, okay?”

Felix never thought he’d moved so fast in his life.

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