#honestly having them look at each other Like That on valentine’s day? i see u jatt i see what ur doing

[steampunkedemon]

he’s so <3

bonus:

[deformedcat]

The 5 love language

pairing: artist male y/n x childhood friend oc

warning: vomiting, stalking, obsessive behaviour, gore, open ending, not proof read, v rushed 📣📣

Valentine's Day, a day to spend with your loved ones, something you didn't have.

Forget spending Valentine's day with anyone- you had work at the convenience store. Sure, you're an artist, but money won't magically appear onto your kitchen counter.

Despite that, it didn't bother you as much as the sight you saw around you that day. (though bother might not be fitting, more like envious) There were couples everywhere on dates, holding hand and showing their affection towards each other. Bleh. (translation: when is it my turn?)

Either way, you could complain all you want but life still goes on. Sighing, you walk towards your apartment, staring down at your phone to avoid the sights of couples. It wasn't until an envelope at your door caught your attention.

The envelope had a simple yet design with a heart shape sticker on it, you hesitantly take it and enter your apartment.

After sitting on your couch for abit, you cautiously and gradually opens the letter, wary of any potential pranks, but nothing happened.

"Dear y/n

Happy Valentine's day, well, it's not Valentine's day yet but it will be soon.

I've always had a big crush on you, but i never gotten the chance to confess to you directly. Truth to be told, i'm not a courageous person, but you give me the strength to do so today :).

You are the most strongest, admirable person I've met. Whenever i listen to your music, I'm hit in awe with how talented you are. I fall even harder everytime i see you. Your presence is already enough for me to keep going.

Do you know the saying "the 5 love language"? They are words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. I would love to know which one is your love language, but instead of asking, I want to let you experience all of them. I aim to make you feel loved in every way possible, starting with words of affirmation!"

..Ah.

A secret admirer,,?

You honestly didn't know something so cliche that would be done in a high school romance movie would happened to yourself, in real life.

The rest of the kettle had you fuming like a kettle, was this person a fan of poets? They sure had their way with words.

As sweet as the letter sounds, you couldnt help but feel crept out by this, how much does this person knows you? Do you even know this person?

You could only hope that it's not someone creepy, like a stalker.. You opened your phone and take a picture of the letter, sending it to your childhood bestfriend.

y/n:

photo.jpeg

hyeon:

?

what's this?

y/n:

love letter,

saw it in front of my

apartment

hyeon:

does someone have a lil crush on little y/n :0?

y/n:

hyeon:

Daniel's got a competitor 😄

y/n:

NEVER

im forever loyal to daniel

👎👎

hyeon:

haha

why are you showing me this?

y/n:

idk

felt a lil crept out

dont u think its weird??

how did they know where i lived? idfk who they are

hyeon:

hmm, thats true.

maybe it's a neighbour? they mentioned they could hear your music, they might be living around your area ?

y/n:

that make it even worse

hyeon:

lock your doors and windows, you wouldnt want to entice your little 'admirer' to break in do you?

y/n:

gtg, bye

hyeon:

i was just joking D:!

I'll be back from Russia soon, i promise <3

y/n

mm, maybe dont.

take care tho

A few days went by and nothing happened, you were beginning to wonder if the letter was just a prank from the kids around the area.

Regardless, you didn't care, you were to tired from your work ealier. Getting yelled at by your manager in front of the customers, for something rather silly. (you looked really tired but manager took it as "mf u dont like ur work isit) This was far fron the first time, and not the worst thing that had happened, but it didn't make it less draining.

you went into your apartment, turned on the light and fell right onto your couch. Rent was due in 3 weeks,, you were mentally preparing yourself to starve for the next few days to be able to have a roof under your head.

everything was tiring you out, and you just want a car to come running into you already, but the house isn't going to clean itself. You had to do chores because you have been putting off chores for a few days now. It's going to pile up the more you tell yourself "i'll do it tomorrow." so you pushes your body off the couch to start.

maybe you can start by taking out the trash.

problem was, the trash was missing. you stared at the empty, new plastic bag over the trash you didn't remember replacing. are you hallucinating?

you went over the sink to wash the dishes, to find them cleaned and kept neatly inside the cabinet. huh.

you must be going crazy, you were sure you did not wash those dishes nor keep them. even if you did, you wouldn't store them as neat as this.

are you going insane?

you quickly check the laundry, and sure enough, they were all done up. the dirty clothes were washed, the one that you didn't bother folding was folded and put away in your bedroom. Neatly.

was your landlord here this morning? Even if he was, he wouls never done something like this. He only ever told you to stop being so lazy and clean the messy apartment. He even once demanded you to clean everything up while be watched but thats it.

you hit your head against the wall, hard, to check if you had not actually fallen asleep on the couch and this was all just a dream. you winced at the pain on your forehead, that sure gave you an answer that youre not hallucinating.

maybe you're just overworked..?

you sat on your bed, noticing a familiar envelope with another sticker on your pillow.

what the fuck.

you opened the envelope, which in it read,

"dear y/n,

Surprise, it's an act of service this time! you're so hardworking that you tire yourself out,, so i decided to do somethinf to lighten the load for you. Remember to take a break when you need it okay?

I also cooked dinner for you, it's your favourite :). They're in the fridge, please enjoy, it's not healthy to starve yourself.

Eternally yours,

Your secret admirer 💌"

you wanted to kill yourself.

your stalker is in fact, a stalker.

how did they get in your house?

how did they know your habits?

you didn't even bother eating the food in the fridge, letting it sit there as you spend the night searching for cameras in your house.

y/n:

hyeon,

they broke in

the mf that sent the letter broke in

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hyeon:

broke in?

how? didn't i told you to lock the doors and windows?

y/n:

idfk hyeon

they broke in and like

did my chores

and even cook dinner for me

saying its an act of service

hyeon:

are you safe?

y/n:

i dont know am i

i know this sounds weird af but im

not joking

i dont feel safe in my house rn

hyeon:

call the police.

y/n:

with what evidence

tell them that someone sent two envelope, broke into my bouse, did my chores and cooked a meal for me??

ill sound like a maniac

then they'll send me to a mental hospital

hyeon:

you'll never know unless you try,

y/n, this sound dangerous, your life could be on the line bere.

please just call the police and see if they can do anything about it.

do you still have that previous letter with you?

y/n:

yeah

hyeon:

show that to them, including the new one.

y/n:

ok

ill try

hyeon:

okay.

i wish i wasnt in russia right now.

im so sorry, please wait a bit more, ill come back soon.

update me whenever you can.

y/n:

dont be sorry,

thank you.

you never had a peaceful sleep for the next few days, the only thing keeping you sane is messaging hyeon everyday.

you have been so worn out from what happened that night. you had gone to the police, but after they didnt found anything suspicious in your house besides the two letter, they then left and told you to contact them if anything happened.

useless. you texted to hyeon.

neither did the police nor you could find any hidden cameras around your house, but that didnt mean you were safe. they could missed them, or not search at the right place.

you were sitting on your couch, scrolling down your phone to distract what had happened. suddenly, someone knocked on your door.

you groaned, thinking it was your landlord, you got up, walked to your door and peek from the peephole. nobody was there.

you opened the door slowly, immediately notices the stench behind the door. sitting on the floor in the dark hallway were two boxes wrapped like gifts with a gold ribbon.

crimson liquid was seeping through the boxes, on top of one of the box was an envelope, the one you had received a few days prior.

you suppressed the urge to throw up as you felt your breath getting quicker and shallower. you opened your phone and called the police and messaged hyeon

y/n

hyeon

when the polices arrived, they opened the boxes and envelope. one of the polices seems panickes and quickly rushes to you bringing the envelope, making you read it.

"Dear y/n,

Two, the number of hands one would need to do a heart, i thought it would be romantic to give you two gifts. After all, what's Valentine's day without gifts?

I've seen the way those two treated you, i couldnt stand watching them mistreated you. How prideful that human trash must be to push all his mistakes onto you then punishes you? Just because he's a manager? You don't deserve that, dear, so, this is for you.

And that bastard landlord of yours, the way he stares at you and put his hand at you is so disgusting. If he's gonna look at you like that, he don't deserve his eyes. Just because he's your landlord, does not mean he can put his hand on you like that, so i cut them off.

i hope you enjoy the gifts, dear. I guess this can be considered to be acts of service too? I look foward to spending some quality time with you. I can't wait to finally have you in my arm.

ps. inside the hand of your manager is a necklace. <3

Eternally yours,

Your secret admirer 💌"

you glanced at the content of the boxes, puking at the side after seeing the blood hand of your manager and your landlord's head with his eyes gouge out.

you felt helpless.

you had nowhere to go.

you didnt wanna stay here anymore, you dont feel safe anywhere.

you just want to die.

as the police patting your backs and gives you a bottle of water, you receives a text message on his phone.

hyeon:

hey, i'm here now.

i'm sorry i couldn't reply to you earlier, i just arrived in south korea.

y/n:

hyeon thank god

please

can i stay at your place for a while

i cant stay here anymore

hyeon:

Of course, i'll pick you up.

when you finally met hyeon, you collapsed into the taller man's arm, letting the tears out you have been holding in as hyeon holds you close, embracing you in much needed warmth and comfort.

"here," hyeon placed down a plate of fried rice in front of you, coincidentally it being your favourite food but you dont have any appetite after what happened.

"i can tell you havent been eating well, it's all i have at the moment, but its better than nothing."

you appreciated him, but didnt wanna eat anything at the moment, the sight of your landlors was still fresh in your mind.

"thanks, but i feel really sick right now." you felt bad for putting hyeon through the trouble, only to turn it down in the end. "i'll heat it up and have it tomorrow."

"maybe you at least drink some water?"

"sure." Hyeon was already pouring a warm cup of water for you, you were glad you at least had hyeon to come to.

you two spent a while in an awkward silence, it was like hyeon would not ask what had happened until you were ready to talk about it yourself.

"do you have work later?" you asked to distract yourself.

No, hyeon had alarms around the house. He would be notified of any suspicious activities detected.

"no, my manager said he'll take care of it."

"oh.."

then the silence were back again, until hyeon opened his mouth.

"are you going to sleep now?"

"I.." you were sure you would not be able to sleep tonight, you do not know where that stalker was, what if they too breaks into hyeon's house? will you put him in danger as well?

Even so, you're still on edge.

"do you want to share a room?"

"what?"

"you don't have to sleep alone when i'm right here for you to cuddle with!"

you sighed, "hyeon-"

"no really, maybe im just overprotective but i really dont want to leave you alone. We can catch up on the past month, and maybe if i talk enough, it might put you to sleep?"

you cried into his arms for the second time that night.

you could not remember the last time you was help to sleep, you didnt think there was ever a time actually. when he slept besides hyeon, the latter would always wrap his body around you like a koala.

not that it surprised you, hyeon had always been handsy with you ever since the two was young, but only around him.

whenever they ate together, hyeon would reach his hand out to wipe a grain of rice or a drop of sauce off your face.

whenever they play fight, hyeon would always hug you as a way to "immobilize you". when hyeon suggested decorating the house for Valentine's day to take your mind off of things, he would hold your hand and guide you through tying ribbons and hanging decorations.

And when you still couldnt stop the anxiety from rising, hyeon would hold you so close, no matter what time it is, he would remind you to breathe, and prepare plastic bags for you in case you pukes.

Heck, he even made sure that you had fallen asleep first before he would.

you felt safe by hyeon's side.

On the morning of Valentine's day, hyeon was still asleep which was expected, he had waited for you to fall asleep the night before.

You carefully and quietly slipped out of hyeon's tight hold, and headed towards the washroom, you decided to clean hyeon's office then cook a meal for him.

walking toward hyeon's office, you noticed a few paperwork on his table. It seems like it was the paperwork hyeon's had been doing last evening.

His handwriting was exceptionally neat, it had been quite some time you last seen it, but you could remember envying the man for having such a neat writing.

you noticed a half opened file on the floor, you picked it up and read the content of the files out of curiousity

they were mostly a bunch of statistics and numbers, percentages and whatnot. you wanted to stop reading but you felt drawn in his handwriting. To you, it looked familiar, like you've seen it before.

you stared longer at the words until you realized,

realized why he found it familiar.

you flipped to the next page, why did hyeon have your landlord personal informations?

you felt arms hugging you from behind, "what are you doing, snooping around my work like that? what if it's confidential?'

you didnt answer.

"y/n?" hyeon seemed to noticed you tensing up, "sorry, did i scare you that badly? you just seemed so focused on those papers, i just had to-"

"Hyeon."

"Yeah?"

You didnt know what to say, you did not know what to ask. You didnt know how to ask him.

you wish you were just dreaming.

Because.. wasnt hyeon in russia all this time?

"y/n?"

Hyeon couldnt have been in south korea. He couldnt have went into your apartment. He couldnt have place those.. letters abd boxes in your apartment if he wasnt even in the same country as you

ah.

"y/n, are you okay?"

"hyein,, can i take a look at your passport?"

"my passport? why?"

"i just want to.. confirm something."

Hyeon looked at you for a while, before letting go of you "sure, let me go get it."

As he went back to his room, you held ontobthe table tightly to avoid collapsing.

its okay.

you just had to look into his passport, then you would realize how dumb you are to suspect hyeon, the person that sheltered you when you had nowhere to go. the man that's your childhood friend who would sacrifice anything for you-

Hyeon returned, with his passport in hand. "here you go." you were about to take the passport from hum until you saw it

or more like the lack of it.

instead of handing the passport to you normally, hyeon had flipped it to the latest page. Hyeon had supposedly flew to russia first of december last year.

The last time he travelled, according to the passport,

was back in june.

"you were wondering about this, werent you?" hyeon stepped closer towards you, "when did it click?"

"your handwriting you bastard."

"ah right, that was my mistake, but dont you think it took too long for you to notice?"

Hyeon took the papers one by one, putting them together neatly, as if he was having the most normal and mundane conversation.

As if he wasnt the one that sent you all of that letters.

As if he was not the one who broke into your apartment.

As if he didnt sent that severed head and hands to you..

"i guess i should expected that, after all, i'm never the one whom you'll ever have eyes for, am i?" he smiled bitterly.

"Hyeon.." you wanted to be proven wrong, you wanted to be wrong so bad.

you wanted to believe hyeon was not capable of this.

you wanted to believe him, your closest friend, would never do such thing.

instead, you received a hug that felt so cold.

you wanted to strangle hyeon so bad. you wanted to strangle yourself.

you just felt so weak.

as much as you wanted to avoid it, the clues were all right in front of you, mocking you.

there was no one in the world who had heard and appreciated your music, who observed and knew so much of your lifestyle and habits besides ivan.

when the puzzle started coming together, you could feel yourself falling apart.

"so y/n, please tell me:

what is your favourite love language?"

you just want to die.

[draft messages]

y/n:

thanks for taking me in

im glad i hv u in my lufe

you better not tell anyone i said this,

but i dont think theres anyone else i trust

anyone else more than you

thank you.

a/n: zzzzz goodnight (disappears)

[strxbrymochi]

i know im quite late but this has been stuck in my head and i need to get it out so here are my 12am impulse thoughts,,,

how i imagine nct dream would be on valentine's day;

note: this is just the vibes i get from seeing them and 100% based on my delusional imagination

mark;

i am extra delulu for this man rn its so bad

i feel like he would be such a wholesome valentine date

straight up imagined some sort of serenading going on bc hello guitar skills?? and his voice??

i'd imagine he'd gift you some sort of designer thing (just cause i think he's the type to spoil u for special occasions bc ur his girl yk screams)

i think good food = good talks = just enjoying each other's company; type of guy i genuinely feel like you can have hour hour hours long convos and not get bored

lots of laughs bc hearing his laugh >>>

feel more home date vibes where you take out your fave foods and just jam out love songs in pjs but i can also see late night walks or going to some lowkey resto so yalls dont get spotted

renjun;

this guy is for real a deep down romantic aint no way with that face and attitude have you seen how he speaks to some of the dreamies??

defs would serenade u if u ask him to (imagine him shy at first but giving it his all aww)

hands down will gift u something he custom made i do not doubt this given he made custom hoodies for the rest of dream but yours defo will be extra special and made with care <3

can imagine some sort of art date or a quiet night for the two of yalls, him spoiling u a bit cause valentines is extra reason to do so

honestly if i was on a date w him i'd just stare at him ... oops

i think u guys should do the "draw each other" trend as a gift and ur drawing of him looks horrendous (bc u are not as gifted in the arts-- if you are good for u) while his of you looks majestic but he keeps it anyways bc u made it (hearing his beautiful laugh makes it worth ut too anyways)

jeno;

ok look i think jeno's v acts of service-y

wouldn't question if he attempts to cook for you or do things for you a lot more often on valentines to show his love for u (wake up to meals and a clean house yessir-- only for today tho GAHAHAHAHA)

another one i think would spoil you with designer stuff and just imagine the little cute smile on his face when he watched you open the gifts cause he's out here looking at u w pure genuine love (must be nice)

my man's a gamer would probs challenge u to a game or two before heading out

ice cream !!!!!! i have seen 2 vlogs w him looking for and eating ice cream i think you guys will defs have an ice cream taster or smtg (he's so me!!)

idk bro i love jeno any boyfriend fantasy i have in my dreams is played out by him. TT

haechan;

nah yea atp they'd all spoil you (pls dream is full of loving green forest men)

i can imagine deep talks about your future together like wouldnt be surprised if mans doesnt just propose to you alr thats how much he loves you

clingy clingy boy and he is not afraid to show you and let you know how much he loves u !

would hands down take you to the BEST restos and yalls would have insanely good food

can see some karaoke or bowling or idk just an activity yalls can do together before going home for a quiet night of the talks and just enjoying each other's presence

where do i find one genuine question

jaemin;

royalty treatment all the way

breakfast in bed: check with four course meal, flowers: check, gifts: check, chore-free house: check say less

i feel like jaemin is a very big words of affirmation guy so he will not stop complimenting you or saying he loves you

takes a lot of pictures of you too

yk also i think he'd actually send his mom flowers for valentine's day too

staring at you for hours with that stupid cute grin of his, eyes full of adoration

would have all your wants and preferences memorised hes so attentive you actually dont need to worry or do anything all day (just appreciate it bc u deserve him and his love!!!)

chenle;

(there were like no chenle gifs wtf)

PRESIDENT ZHONG CHENLE!!!!! money moves fr name what u want and u got it, spoiled level 1000 on valentine's day

if he could go around freely i think he's the type to take you to fancy ass restaurants like those rich hotel ones (but like if not that's ok he'll spoil you through other means)

he's a menace sometimes i think he'd joke around and try to get on your nerves a bit for fun like imagine him rocking up and being like what day is it today? oh it's valentine's? what's that idk what that is. was i meant to do smtg for u? (him and haechan fr would be the type to tease u so bad) all that just for laughs i can alr imagine the look on his face

as sweet as he is i think at one point he'd either make you do smtg so stupid w him or get a random ass matching present just for the lols (he rlly doesn't gaf he's so real and u love him for it)

jisung;

my sweet sweet child (we're like the same age)

i feel like he'd be so babie trying to prep everything and making sure everything is perfect for u awwwie

tries to act all tough and cool but melts on the inside, compliment him once he shows that smile of his and he's down forever

would be the type to get advice from his hyungs on what to do but be so shy when asked (sksks hes adorable pls)

i feel like he would make you a custom gift like something you can take w u always but also get u something expensive idk unless ur not into that stuff GAHAHA

IMAGINE he tries cooking for u but oblivious kiddo ended up burning it but its ok he tried, yalls got takeout instead

OK ALSO think him trying to teach u how to dance that'd be so cute or yalls can end it w a movie just in each other's presence and u fall asleep next to each other on the couch (BYE SO CUTE IM DED)

ok that's it im done i need to sleep good night (stay delulu besties <3)

[sukiipjs]

✮ CARNIVAL

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 1441

↳ summary - you and nick have a fun date at the carnival, enjoying all the food, all the rides, and each others company<3

↳ contains - swearing, use of y/n, pet names (babe), it’s just fluff

↳ song - can’t take my eyes off you by frankie valli

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nick 🙉

| i’m coming to pick you upppp, u ready?

| YESSS I CANT WAIT

me and nick are celebrating valentine’s day, he doesn’t know where we’re going yet buuuut im taking him to the carnival, where we had our first date, also one of his favorite places.

im all ready and i sit in my car, texting nick for a moment before turning the key and backing out of my driveway, driving to his. after a while i finally reach his house and i park, getting out of the car and stepping up to his door.

nick 🙉

| open up, i’m here 🫶

right after that sends i hear the door unlock as it flys open, nick standing right in front of me, a huge smile on his face before he pulls me in for a hug and a kiss, “happy valentine’s day babe” i smile after pulling away from the kiss, “happy valentines” he says back softly before taking my hand and leading me inside, closing the door behind us.

i lean on the wall by the fridge as nick gets us each a pepsi, i crack mine open and take some sips, “well…? where are we going?” the question makes me smile as i shake my head a little, “can’t tell you yet, you’ll see though, soon enough” he rolls his eyes, drinking his pepsi.

we sit and talk for a few minutes before getting up, nick grabbing his things and heading out the door. he walks up to the passenger seat about to open it but i run up and grab the handle, opening it for him, “after you” i bow a little as i joke, he laughs and rolls his eyes again, “whatever y/n” i run back around to my door and get in it, turning the key and pulling out of the driveway once again.

“sooooo? now will you tell me?” i turn my head to him for a quick moment giving him a look then turning back, “it’s a surprise, not yet.” he groans and laughs a little.

as i drive he pulls out his phone, looking at himself in his camera, taking a few pics and some of us. it’s about an hour drive to get there, not that bad though. nick leans against the window of the door, either scrolling on his phone or talking to me.

eventually we’re close, to the point where he would definitely know where we’re going, “can you tell where we’re at?” i smile looking over at him for a second, he sits up a little, moving his head off the window and looking out it, his face lights up as a big smile plants on his face. he quickly turns his head to me after seeing where we’re going, “no fucking way.” i laugh, “see? the surprise was worth it,”

we get to the parking lot as i park into a place and stop the car. “you like this?” i ask, turning to him as i put the keys in my pocket, “i love this.” he smiles, leans towards me, sealing our lips together before we pull away, smiling wide then stepping out of the car. he walks over to my side of the door and we start to walk to go inside the fair and get our tickets.

“so, what should we do first?” i smile as we sit on a bench, figuring out what to do. “well… what about a roller coaster?” my eyes widen a little as i shake my head, “uhhh no. definitely definitely not.” i’ve never been on a roller coaster and honestly i’m really scared too, nick loves them and our first time here i just watched him go on one. “cmooon. you could love them, you don’t know” he nudges me as i roll my eyes, “ehhhh… how about later!” he scoffs and laughs a little, “yeah sure. i’m gonna make it happen though.” he tilts his head toward me laughing.

“here let’s go get some funnel cakes or something,” i get up from the bench as i hold my hand out for him, he takes it and gets up too. we walk over to a stand, we get two funnel cakes and a lemonade and we sit back down at a table.

we talk and laugh as we eat, we finish up, throwing away the styrofoam plates and the cup of lemonade, “fine.” he looks over to me confused, “fine what?” i sigh a little as i smile at him, “i’ll go on a roller coaster,” his jaw drops then it turns into a smile, “OH MY GOD! FINALLY.” i scoff and put my hands over my face to hide for a moment, “whateverrrr, don’t be so excited. i’m fucked,” i laugh a little, trying to not be so nervous.

he takes my hand immediately and we run to his favorite roller coaster as the attendant puts us in seats, other people getting in too. i lean over to nick a little as i grip my hands onto the bar in front of us. “i’m scared..” he laughs a little and puts his hand out so i can hold it, i take one of my hands off the bar and squeeze onto his. “don’t be.” i sigh a little as i hear the ride about to start…

the roller coaster speeds up and it goes up high then drops fast, i grip onto the bar as i scream maybe as much as i ever had, “HOLY FUCKKKKKK,” i can barley hear nicks laughs as he screams too, not in a fearful way like me though, luckily for him! the wind blows in our hair as the ride twists and turns, the ups and downs getting to be more and more.

eventually it stops and me and nick get off, “we should not have eaten before that, oh my god.” i put my hand on my head for a moment, my dizziness fading. nick laughs a little as he fixes his hair up, “well? do you like love roller coasters now?” i laugh a little as we lean against the back of some stand, “yeah, no. i mean i don’t think i’m scared anymore but.. i definitely do not love them” he laughs more, “oookay, whatever.” he rolls his eyes a little.

“well i did your roller coaster, let’s do bumper carts,” i smile looking over at him and taking my hand off my head finally. “okay, fair” i love bumper carts, nick thinks they’re boring, whatever though!

we run off to the bumper carts, playing for a while, then to the house of mirrors, then to other rides and places. it’s been a good two hours and the suns already setting. we go over to get more food, two slushies, nick is cherry and mine blue raspberry.

“ferris wheel?” i swallow my sip of the slushy as i nod, “definitely.” our mutual favorite ride, especially at this fair, it’s slow and has a perfect view of the sunset, nice to just relax for a moment.

we get in the cart of the ferris wheel as it slowly moves around. the sun almost fully set as the fireworks they have at night are almost ready.

nick pulls out his phone and takes the perfect picture of our shoes on the ride and the sunset in a beautiful view, “that’s so cute,” he says as he shows me the picture, “you’re so cute,” i say giggling a little, looking up from his phone to see his eyes. he laughs and turns his head a little even though i see the slight blush on his face, “whatever,”

as we sit on the ferris wheel, watching the sun fully disappear as the fireworks start up, lighting the sky again, also in perfect view. nick leans his head on my shoulder as we sip our slushies, my arm moves around to his shoulder, leaning my head on top of his slightly.

he takes his head off my shoulder and turns toward me, we look at each others eyes before he puts his hand on my face, pulling me in and closing the gap between our lips, “this is so perfect, thank you so much y/n,” i smile as i pull him in for another kiss, “i just wanted to make this really special, i’m so glad you like it,”

he puts his head back on my shoulder as we rest. “i love you nick,” i smile so much even though he doesn’t see, i stare at the fireworks and thinking of how this moment could get any better, “i love you too.”

☆ °:. *₊ ° . °

taglist : @slutforchriss @mattsleftnipple03 @mattsdinosweater @ccolleenn @mixvchelle @leah-loves-lilies @sturn-wrld

[tennessoui]

you are honestly so GOOD at writing clueless miscommunicative obikin that for several fics/aus i'm just like. they are never going to fuck. it's never going to happen, they're too stupid to figure out how to kiss. i love them both but also unless someone smushes their faces directly together then each of them is going to continue to be the dumbest blindest most anserine idiots forever and ever and ever





and yet, i always believe you have the power to steer them to a satisfying conclusion. u have earned my Trust.

that said roadtrip au obikin aren't gonna admit they're a loving married couple until one of them has died of old age and rey is giving a eulogy abt how much her parents' relationship showed her what real love and patience and compassion is and the remaining obikin will be like 'rey, honey, you know it wasn't like that i wish it had been i love/d him more than anything but we weren't, y'know, together' and rey murders him with a Look and gets to bury both her dads on the same day

lol thank you for all these compliments (i believe i specialize in miscommunicating/oblivious obikin and i am happy that that is the way the world works) and also for the absolute truth bomb at the end of this ask

can you imagine roadtrip au obikin moving through life and just never ever completely confessing and the other one NEEDS a complete confession or else they WILL be able to explain it away.

Rey's teachers have a poster posted in the teacher breakroom the day before parent-teacher conferences to remind everyone that they should absolutely NOT refer to rey kenobi-skywalker's (hyphenated for legal reasons only btw) two dads as her two dads TO her two dads, unless they want to have to sit through fifteen minutes of spluttering and convoluted explaining as to why two best friends are co-parenting a child in the apartment they've shared for like a decade and a half now, and yeah, maybe you DID see us canoodling in the fro-yo shop while we waited to pick Rey up from school, but it was Valentine's Day! We call it Palentine's Day! The one day of the year--beside birthday suit birthday nights and also besides any sudden pregnancy + pregnancy hormones in case Obi-Wan ever gets pregnant after the one night stands he's DEFINITELY been having (obi-wan nods seriously at this)--that we can platonically gently and worshipfully sleep with each other BUT that doesn't mean we're DADs to our--the CHILD!! we are dad and uh. dad. but separate. but yes we're married for legal purposes. but we should really just treat this parent-teacher conference as separate conferences. one of us should really leave the room to allow privacy, but then we'd have to let go of our bff's hand and that makes both of us sad :( platonically sad :(

[vintage-brass-tc]

Yesterday, I caught myself thinking about Friday and how excited I was to see M and U, forgetting entirely that we were written to have that day off this year. It was kind of funny, honestly, considering how much stuff happened this week, both work-wise and TC-wise. I’m glad I have today off though, so I can have some time to myself, and some time to reflect. 

I think I’ve come to the point where, although I love them very much, I think I’ve stopped romanticizing them to the point I used to. When they interact with me, I’m always very happy, of course, and I still become very excited and giddy as per usual, but I’ve grown to the point that I don’t go out of my way to talk to them for no reason. And that’s good. A little distance has been good for all of us, I think. 

Valentine’s Day was a little wild, though, since I was super busy doing absolutely everything, handing out gifts to all my TCs and other teachers and whatnot. (Huge ramble session below about the past few days! :) )

And earlier on that day, when I had dropped off U’s gift, he was standing and staring at his phone with a fixed expression on his face. I could sort of tell he had something on his mind, both by his demeanor, and by the fact he didn’t thank me. Not even nonchalantly. Poor guy. Haha. After school on that day, I had sectionals with M, in which U had walked in to ask me to help some of his students out with a piece they were playing.

Of course, I did do that when the sectional had ended, but the piece that was chosen for these students was written tragically— it sounded like a “dumpster fire”, just as U had said— and I had told U explicitly “That piece is horrible. Did you really want them to play this?” And I had meant it as a joke to tease him or whatever, but it didn’t really come out that way. 😅 In response, he retorted, “Thanks for the accusatory tone, but I didn’t pick this piece for them. Their lesson teacher did.” And I immediately felt horrible, especially considering how occupied he looked earlier on. 😭

We left soon after to pick a new piece for the kids but that interaction bothered me for a while. I was very humbled, and realized that I shouldn’t try to push myself onto them, in a metaphorical sense. I would just be the me that they knew, the one who was always kind and respectful. That doesn’t change anything anyway— I’ve always been nice and respectful to them. They deserve kindness and a patient attitude from their peers. Unless we’re having a conversation and that teasing attitude flows naturally between us— which has happened in passing during moments we were comfortable— I won’t push anything. The next day, after class, I had come up to ask him about next year, as I was going to sign up for one of his classes. When I said his name, he turned to look at me right away, which surprised me quite a bit. I continued to walk towards him and he took a step or two towards me, until we were standing at a good talking distance right in front of each other. I thought I would take the opportunity to apologize before anything else.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” I told him. I felt my brows scrunch in worry, and I swallowed any extra words threatening to spill in fear of making things awkward or overwhelming him with my rambling. His eyes widened and his brows raised in what seemed to be a state of shock. Despite his surprise, he responded in such a soft and gentle voice, maintaining eye contact, “It’s okay!…”

I paused for a moment to process his reassuring forgiveness, then continued lightly, “Do you think there’s there any time this week we can talk about the class? Or…” I trailed off, and he waited a couple of seconds, averting his eyes and looking at the ground, then running a hand through his hair. “Give me the rest of the week…I have a lot going on right now.” I frowned at this for a moment then quickly perked up to assure him it was fine, as to not give him another reason to stress. “That’s okay!! That’s completely fine, I understand, don’t worry!! I was just asking you.” He then looked back up at me, saying nothing. I figured this would be the time to go. “Thank you!!” I turned to walk away, then sent a grateful smile his way as a goodbye, while he just stared at me until I turned away. I was glad to talk to him, even if it was brief. I do hope he’s alright, though, and I hope he knows I’m always there to talk to him about things, just as he’s done for me.  Oh, and M has been very nice this week as well by the way, giving me plenty of attention and opportunities to play out. He’s always just been his friendly and charming self. And I’ve lucked out too— he never, or at least rarely, gets onto me when I get there a few minutes before the start of rehearsal. I’m so grateful that he’s kind to me. It makes life so much less stressful that way. 

On the subject of kindness, the attention he’s given me lately has been way nicer to receive as well, especially since I haven’t been ‘desperate’ for it, if that makes sense. I think he appreciates that just as much. Less spontaneous interactions means the ones I do get are way more genuine. That’s the way I see it. Again, I’m not pushing anything, and it’s great.  OH. Yeah. Um, one last note about M this week. We were about to cross paths at one point— just before sectionals actually— and immediately after seeing me, M’s big, curious eyes met my own. He wasn’t entirely focused it seemed, and no words were exchanged between us. We just looked at each other.

Then I saw his face go from distant to ABSOLUTE TERROR as the top of his shoe slid under a HUGE pole protruding from the ground, sending him STUMBLING forward. 

OH MY GOD I FELT SO BAD??? He didn’t fall thank goodness, but my eyes were SO WIDE and my mouth was GAPING. I exclaimed, “OH MY GOD, are you okay???” AND HE DIDN’T EVEN LOOK AT ME 😭 HE JUST KEPT WALKING. 

AND THE FUNNY PART IS THAT I THINK HIS TRIPPING KNOCKED OVER ALL OF THE PROPS AGAINST THE WALL AS WELL BECAUSE WHEN I WALKED OUT, THEY HAD ALL TOPPLED OVER AND U AND OTHER STUDENTS WERE TRYING TO FIX IT??? OH MY GOD!!! 

BHAHAHAH I FEEL SO BAD ABOUT HOW EMBARRASSED HE WAS BECAUSE HE DIDN’T TALK TO ME DURING THE FIRST 15 MINUTES OF SECTIONALS UNTIL HE HAD TO, THEN HE REALIZED I WOULDN’T MAKE FUN OF HIM 😭😭 IT WAS SO FUNNY THOUGH??? OH MY GOSH POOR GUY

Anyway, what a great end to the week. I’m glad everything worked out. And I needed a break. Whooh! Hope they and all of you have a great weekend. Thanks for reading all the way. ❤️

[brooklynislandgirl]

Name: Baz Barton

Age: 30

Do you like to cuddle?: with u? yea.

Can we make-out?: yea long as its you.

A night in or dinner out?: in

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: chocolate

Chocolates and roses?: for you? neither ya like those hawaiian flowers i can't ever remember th'name of.

What makes you a good Valentine?: i uh...m'loyal? n'i might be late n'not perfect at th'whole romance thing bu' i try best I can.

Would you cook for me?: uh...i aint good at that but i can make y'somethin' from the microwave?

Would you let me cook for you?: yea. i think yer a little better at it than me.

Where would you take me on a date?: quiet field away from th'city where there ain' nobody but us for miles. picnic dinner.

Who’s paying?: me

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?:

Better Together || -

When Baz came in from the garage he witnessed Beth and Jay and Wanda sitting around the kitchen table, laughing as they passed the magazine between them. From the corner of her eye, she spotted the shy smile that tugged at his mouth. She doesn't know if it's because his Mother is rarely so lighthearted and joyful, or because he is vaguely confused as to the source of their mirth but is just going along with it. The latter is more likely but she doesn't interrupt the flow of him getting a snack before he retreats back to the garage. She doesn't see him again for hours. She haunts the doorway and waits until he notices her, acknowledging that by murmuring a quiet "Hey, Apps." "Howzit?" Minutes spool out from the spindle of time. She ends up explaining in drips and drabs so he can catch as much of her words as possible; that they'd been laughing over a Valentine's Application, what that even meant, some of the stories his mother and Jay talked about. When he nudges her about her own she blushes and looks away. "Don' t'ink I'm really gonna talk about you, in romantic context, wi' ya mama." The face he makes is exactly why she said that, and she's glad they're on the same page, all things considered. And when he eventually asks what the quiz asked, she settles herself on the tailgate of his truck. His first few answers are slow, and they leave a resonant pang in her chest. For all they might be alike, there is an ocean of difference between them. Where she thrives on touch to help her navigate the world around her that sometimes doesn't even feel real, all of it's too much for him but especially when it comes to other people. He's used to his mother, to his father. There are few and far between that come close, though she supposes after three years, they're coming to a point that she doesn't make his nerves crawl. And that leads her into agreeing that a dinner in would be best for everyone involved. "Good t' know," her lips twitch. She wonders why that's the choice du jur, when she tends to prefer whipped cream. Her smile actually makes an appearance and it takes moments for her to reach up and hides it behind her hand. "Is called Lei-Flower…ah…plumeria. And dey are my favourite. Hard t' find on da mainland, a' least in most flower an' garden spots. Been t'inking about trekin' back home t' pick up some seeds an' tryin' t' grow my own heah. But I dunno if it would be environmentally conscious." Her heart hurts again when he explains about being a good Valentine. It's true that they tend to have the worst timing when it comes to making plans with one another. He's often late and she has to cancel due to an emergency shift or over-long hours. Neither one of them can say they haven't honestly misstepped when it comes to trying to romance the other, and that's okay. Not everything is a story, and people aren't actors in films. Things can't really be perfect. But he isn't wrong. He is loyal. And he's sweet. And she tries to be the same way, to the best of her ability.

"Baz? In alla time we know each oddah, like when you evah see me do any kine dat isn't pullin' plates from da microwave, or out of da oven? Is because I have a hundred places in my phone, an' a house keepah an' a cook. You nevah wan me try f' cook you a meal. Even wi' your powers? Might kill you." She's serious about that and hopes he takes it as the Gospel of Beth. "But dat date sound nice. Like nature, make it easier to hear you even jus' a lil bit." And before she can make any more commentary, he turns from his bench after opening one of the larger drawers. Clearly the quiz and her asking the questions have ruined what must have been a thoughtful surprise. She feels so bad for doing so, when he lays the flowers in her lap. "Lei flower," she murmurs. "One my favourite kine, too… Penang Peach cultivar…" And while she's tracing the tender petals, coating her fingers with their sweet scent, he slips the necklace around her throat. The opals are a nice touch and she wonders when he had the time to make it for her. She turns and carefully brushes some stray locks of hair from his face. "Mahalo, Nakia." She brushes his cheek with a soft kiss.

[nomniki]

ella!!! happy valentine's day!! <3 i hope you had a fun day! i just wanted to say to start that i don't stan txt and i've played like 10 mins of genshin but i read your yeonjun one shot because i love your writing and once again :') you never disappoint it's really good!! like it's really cute and the worldbuilding is top notch,,, n omg stardust??? this is like my dream!! aespa! kim seungmin! rivals to lovers! it's everything i love and more. as innie would say the hoes (me) gone love this (i already do) felix's @ got me good too it's so funny but as to be expected from you, your profiles are just superior,, i can't wait to see where the au because the girls are so funny already they're just the perfect addition to the world like yn in her "there are two wolves inside you" era i cannot believe,, minjeong kinda are her up too like damn,, but i love the sense of character we're getting both subtle and unsubtle and it just seems so fun im an absolute sucker for academic rivalry especially when the hate they have for each other is completely irrational from the outside like yes go on wish death upon this random guy for studying hard i support you always ynnie,, the hater energy is just hilarious and like i said i can't wait to see where it goes!!! and seriously im happy you're working on things you have inspiration for and not just trying to force yourself to write things you don't feel like writing,, everything you write is great but it's best when you have fun doing it too!!! cant wait for the next update, thank you and happy valentine's day again!! 💜

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY ANON :(( i hope ur day was even better !! anon i am so glad u read that it is quite literally my baby and u MUST listen to more of txt this is criminal !!!! if u were looking for recs i would say listen to literally all their title tracks and antiromantic, new rules, no rules, dear sputnik, fairy of shampoo, blue orangeade, THE WHOLE BLUE HOUR EP !!! honestly all of thursdays child and tnc:t too <33 just if u wanted recs .. IVE BEEN WAITINF SO LONG FOR THE OPPORTUNITY FOR ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS i love them anon i appreciate that sm bc i put an ungodly amount of time into the profiles EXACTLY YN IS SO IRRATIONAL like wait until u see even more of them anon i’m alr giggling anon ur literally my fav ever :(( u rly make my day with these asks i rly hope u know that <33

[hyuckmov]

OMG HI JING FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU AND CONGRATULATIONS ON EAGER BABY PT. 2 ❣️❣️❣️

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE IT SO MUCCHHHH

i initially thought reader would give in easily to whatever haechan's plans were upon reading the teaser, BUT THIS IS EVEN BETTER OMG POOR HAECHANIE PLANNING ALL THOSE TO ONLY END UP BEING THE ONE GETTING SWOONED 😆 (can't say for the ending tho since tables have turned 🤭)

i also like how you always incorporated how they communicate their feelings well to each other 🥺 making sure that the other is assured and comfortable. and also like wow 2 years into their relationship and they still get flustered by each other like they just recently dated 🥹 HNGGGGGGG SUCH CUTIES

absolutely love how we got a full ass scene of haechan's roughness near the end as well ❤️‍🔥 (we did had a glimpse of it in pt. 1 thru flashbacks hehe)

AND OMG I AM GIGGLING OVER THE FACT THAT HAECHAN IS EAGER BABY and READER IS KINDA LIKE CRYBABY FKEKENDSHKEKSNSNS

this release was probably my highlight on valentine's day so thank you very much 🫶🏼 as someone who always visits ur profile to see if there are any updates, the wait is indeed worth it! i know you spent so much time creating this so i want you to know that i and other readers appreciate it ☺️ kudos to all authors out there honestly for their stories that can be enjoyed by others freely 💗

also... I can't help but spark an interest towards mark since you hinted something about his probable kink 😉 HAHAHAHQHAHQHAHQ

once again, THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I AM ALWAYS LOOKING FORWARD TO UR UPCOMING WORKS AND REQUESTS❣️

- 💛

HIIIII 💛 anon i cannot thank you enough for being so supportive it's so motivating to know someone is out here waiting on ur work and reviewing it for you thank u ilysm!!!

also yeah initially my idea was just to do the exact same thing for haechan where he kind of tests out one idea and has it pay off at the end but i was like...hmm...where's the fun in that...it would be more interesting if he was testing out soooo many ideas bc he was starting from scratch (and also because it was hard for me to pick ONE trait of haechan's i wanted to settle on hehe) i'm glad you enjoyed that!!! fav eagerbaby and crybaby just 2 people who take turns babying each other

i'm so glad the communication parts worked well in the fic <3 thank you for being so kind too i'm happy to have made your valentine's day!!! and yeah i honestly admire so many writers on here and the work they do is just amazing... thank you so much again!!! hope to write more things soon so i can show them to you :)

[kuroosdarling]

kuroo and the 5 love languages:

1. acts of service.

def his top way to express his love. he likes doing things for you that would make your life even the tiniest bit easier. don’t feel like cleaning the kitchen today? he’s got you. don’t wanna get up and refill your water? he’s way ahead of you. i see him as a caregiver, mostly based off of how he treats those around him. he’s always teaching someone something, making sure they eat, etc etc. he’s ready to do anything for you at a moments notice just so he can see a smile on your face and feel relaxed.

2. words of affirmation.

this man always knows what to say to make someone feel better. i don’t think it’s his top way to express his love because he honestly does this for most people, even strangers. ofc he will step it up for someone he loves but he just has the gift of gab. he will tease you relentlessly but it’s out of love, he swears. if you’re having a bad day where you can’t take the teasing, he will instead fill your mind with praises and affectionate words. he’ll go on and on with how much you mean to him, the reasons he loves you, you name it !!!

3. gift giving.

i feel like kuroo is really good at getting you the perfect gift but he doesn’t swamp you with them. every once in awhile he’ll get you flowers or he saw something that reminded him of you so he bought it. but around ur bday, christmas and valentine’s day?? OH MYYY. he really goes all out. he just wants to spoil you sm.

4. quality time.

kuroo def loves to be around you as much as possible but he also understands the importance of having some time apart. he knows you both have friends/family to see, hobbies to do, and mundane things like go to work/school. BUT when you guys have nothing to do?? he is so eager to spend his time around you. he loves nothing more than curling up on the couch and watching whatever show you want. he’ll def put up a fight for the remote but is happy to watch whatever you want. he just wants to be difficult to get more attention :’)

5. physical touch.

i am not saying that kuroo doesn’t express his love through physical touch, i just think he doesn’t crave it as much as others. (looking at u bokuto<3) BUT that being said, he can be a clingy baby. those lazy days when you guys have nothing to do? he wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms and plant kisses all over your cute lil face. you have to get up? okay, that’s fine, just expect him to follow you. he’ll hug you from behind or hold your hand. when he gets into this mood, you must provide all the snuggles and smooches. i don’t make the rules ok??

kuroo will def adjust how he expresses his love to you depending on YOUR love language though. if your top one is physical touch, he will make sure that’s how he expresses his love to you the most. he wants you to feel loved and cherished by him, always. these are just little ideas on how he would express each one. :) x

[jaesqueso]

On camera (m)

Originally posted by @nakamotens .

pairing: fuck buddy!haechan x fem!reader

summary: you come over to Haechan’s place to play some games and have some fun

word count: 1,678

warnings: fingering, orgasm control (not really edging but close), oral sex (giving), voyeurism (I guess), protected sex, some comedy to lighten up the mood

a/n: this scenario has been stuck in my head for weeks, I think I needed to write it down to get it out of my brain! anyway, hope this is decent considering it’s my great comeback to writing, do give me some feedback! ❤︎

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

You meet Haechan at a party a few months ago. You two were getting along just fine but the alcohol involved in the night led you to a random room in the house. Clothes came off, bodies collided and waves of pleasure filled the air. You didn’t run into him until a few days later and, although you tried to avoid an awkward conversation about what happened, he came forward and told you he had a good time, he was not looking for a relationship at the moment but if you were interested you could occasionally get together and have a do over. Honestly you weren’t all that interested in dealing with the hardships of a relationship either and it would be nice to have a go to when you needed to get yourself off, so you agreed.

And that’s how you found yourself sitting on his lap on his gaming chair at a Thursday night, legs spread and his hand inside your panties.

“C’mon babe, you know I’m not letting you cum until you pass that level.”

Oh right, besides already being a mess as he pumped his fingers in and out of your very wet hole, you had your hands on his mouse and keyboard trying to pass a new game he discovered.

“Please Haechan, I’m almost there…” you moaned as you clenched around his fingers.

“Then keep playing,” he said as he slowed his pace, “this level isn’t even that hard.”

“It is when you’re not fully concentrated” you sighed in frustration as you tried to focus back in the game.

He moved you hair off your shoulder with his free-hand and started kissing your neck while still looking at the screen. The heat inside you was getting unbearable and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold your orgasm in, until finally…

“I did it!” You almost screamed and he smiled against your neck.

“Good job babe, I guess I should keep my promise then.” He picked up the pace on his fingers again and circled his thumb in your clit.

“Yes Haechan, please…” you moaned leaning back into his chest. It didn’t take long for you to finally get your release, legs shaking as you clenched around his fingers. He kept touching you slowly as you road off your high and once your breath came back to normal you took his hand out of your panties and stood up from his lap.

“Ok, your turn” you said with a smirk as you kneeled between his legs under the table. You pulled the waistband of his sweats and boxers just enough to release his half hard length. “Have you started the game yet?” You looked up and saw him looking down at you taking his time licking your juices off his fingers.

“I’m gonna start now,” he said as he removed his fingers from his mouth, “didn’t want to cover my mouse with your delicious cum.” He winked at you and then looked at the screen.

You started licking along his length and then focus on the tip as your hand pumped the rest of his dick. Once he got even harder you took him in your mouth bobbing your head slowly to tease him a little like he did to you.

As you started working on him Haechan was getting ready to start a new level on the game, until a notification in the corner of the screen caught his attention.

Johnnyboiiiii: Hey dude, you know you left your camera on right?

Shit. Before you had come over to his place, Haechan had been playing and video chatting with two of his friends, Johnny and Jaehyun. By the time you arrived they had just left to buy some late night snacks and he was pretty sure he turned off the chatroom. Well apparently not.

HC: …

HC: How long have you been watching?

Casper: When we arrived Y/N looked like she was cumming all over your lap…

Casper: I didn’t even know you were a thing!

HC: We aren’t a thing…

HC: But that’s not the point, Y U STILL WATCHING!?

Johnnyboiiiii: Dude she just went under the table, we got interested in what’s coming next…

Casper: Oh it’s gonna be Haechan, have you seen his face?

Only then Haechan realised he was bitting his lip as you still continued to bob your head up and down on his dick, clueless of the conversation he was having. But then he realised the fact that his friends were watching you two kinda turned him on and if they were so interested in the view he might as well give them a show.

HC: Mute your mics and enjoy.

Haechan grabbed his headset, placing it around his neck and turned his mic on.

“Hey babe…” he said while gently tapping your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” You looked up as you freed your mouth.

“Come here,” he said as he pulled you up from under his desk. “I want you to ride me.”

“Is my mouth not enough to distract you?” You teased as you walked to his bedside table and opened a drawer. “What colour do you want?”

“Pink.” He smirked to camera clearly teasing the valentine boy and his recently pink dyed hair.

You return with a pink condom in your hand and handed it to him as you took your panties off, thank god you decided to wear a dress today. Haechan then pulled you to his lap, facing him, your legs on each side of his. He opens the condom and rolls it down his length. You align yourself and slowly sit on his dick. It slides in easily has he had previously stretched you out with his fingers and you were already so wet again. You lean you head back moaning at the feeling of him inside you.

“I want you to moan loud for me, ok?” He said while kissing your neck that was now exposed in front of his face. “I want everybody to know who makes you feel really good.” You were still clueless that these lines were all to tease the two boys listening and watching, probably with their hands down their pants.

“Yes…” you moaned as your started bouncing up and down on his dick.

His hands went to your back pulling the hem of your dress over your butt. And for his friends to have an even better view he pushed his chair back a little bit so they could see the full picture.

“Wait, what about the game?” You slowed your moves as you remembered he was supposed to be fighting against his orgasm as he played the game, just like you did.

“Oh we’re playing a different game now, don’t worry.” He attacked your neck again, sucking and bitting to win more moans from you. And that’s exactly what you gave him picking up your pace riding him.

Between you sucking his dick, to now riding him in his chair and knowing there were people watching, Haechan wasn’t sure how much longer he would last but for the sake of the show he wanted to make you cum again first. He moved one of his hands between your bodies and started rubbing circles on your clit.

“Haechan!” You moaned loudly at his touch, he knew that would push you closer to the edge.

“That’s it baby, who fucks you really good?” He speed up his hand on you.

“You do…” You moaned.

“Who gives you the best orgasms?”

“You do…” You kept moaning.

“Who are you gonna cum for right now?” He felt you were really close so he leaned a little bit a whispered in your ear, “Say my name.”

“Haechan!” With that you reached your limit and almost screamed his name as you came all over him.

He kept your hips steady as he started to pound into you now, ridding off your high while chasing his own. With you clenching around his dick it didn’t take him long to explode on the condom. You sit there for a while panting and leaving sloppy kisses in each others shoulders and neck.

After a while you leave a peck on his lips and get up to go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. As you get out of the room Haechan removes the condom, throwing it in the trash, and returns to the computer to check out the chat.

Casper: Oh shit, is he really doing this?

Johnnyboiiiii: Hey language!

Johnnyboiiiii: But damn, I think he is…

Casper: What did he say?

Casper: Is he teasing me with that pink condom?

Johnnyboiiiii: hahahaha I can’t with this guy!

Casper: Oh shit, he sure is giving us quite a view…

Johnnyboiiiii: Ok I’ll allow that one, sh*t…

Casper: And he keeps teasing us!

Caster: Although I can’t say I’m mad at this…

Johnnyboiiiii: What a show off!

Johnnyboiiiii: I bet he never says those things when they’re alone!

Casper: But she does sound good moaning like that…

Casper: I’m considering changing my name to Haechan…

Johnnyboiiiii: Don’t you think you changed your name enough times already?

Johnnyboiiiii: She’s getting up, STOP TIPPING!

Haechan smiled at the comments, proud of his performance, but quickly played it cool as you got back into the room.

“Hey.. come here.” He gestured for you to sit on his lap. “Have you ever thought about being watched?”

“Watched?” You were slightly confused with the question.

“Yeah.. while we do… you know… what we just did…” he hesitantly explained.

“Oh…” you thought for a second and then continued, “I guess I’d have to think about it but it does sound kinda hot…”

“Cool…” Haechan felt a little relieved with your answer but he still thought you should know. “Well what if it already happened?”

“What?” You widened your eyes and turned to the computer seeing the red light right next to his camera. “WHO WAS WATCHING US!?” You almost screamed as two notifications showed up in the screen.

Johnnyboiiiii left the chat.

Casper left the chat.

[cupidsintern]

shot thru the heart, pt 4

pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3

-

Billy was obviously in a pretty foul mood when Steve saw him at school the next day. He didn’t throw Steve a little “hey” of a nod like he’d started doing recently. Didn’t even really look up when Steve sat down. Steve figured Billy probably noticed someone stole his notebook which may or may not have had part of a love letter in the back of it and probably wanted to murder and or never again speak to whoever did it, but then again, maybe he just thought it had been lost?

Steve pulled shit out of his backpack in silence, even as their classmates talked around them, and Steve realized that recently, he and Billy had mostly only been talking to each other. Steve would have to go back to passing full days of school in next to silence if Billy found out about the notebook, and just when things were getting good

The classroom door opened.

A girl- Ellen something? was standing in the doorway in a red pleated skirt and one of those headbands with the hearts on springs. She was holding a basket of roses and a couple teddy bears- Oh my god.

“Valentine grams-” She was explaining to the teacher. As if Steve’s day could not get worse.

The test was going to be postponed for the three excruciating minutes it would take for her to compare notes with the seating chart and one by one hand out Valentines and Steve would just have to sit there wallowing in jealousy and misery.

Steve realized too late that the girl- Ellen… crap, Ellen Studebacker? He thinks?- little headband hearts bobbing, was walking over to him.

“Hi Steve,” Ellen smiled at him, tugging a red rose from her basket and handing it to him like she had probably done a hundred times this week. But he was special, everyone knew him.

The class chattered a little more- someone whistled, someone else laughed- Steve might as well have been deaf to all of it. He wasn't expecting a Valentine gram, only managed a “uh, thanks.” to the girl before she bobbed off on her merry way, and the teacher told them all to quiet down.

Steve got a Valentine gram. He had, a lot going on in his head right now. Way more than there usually was. He stayed up to an ungodly hour last night, later than he had since… you know. But he just couldn’t sleep, he’d felt like someone coated him in slime and he kept getting up to brush his teeth or pace and try hard as he could not to give in a jerk off-

But now he has this. A little heart shaped piece of paper with glitter and lace glued to it to let him know, some girl out there still thinks about him enough to send him a cheesy valentine. What was that thing Billy had said?

Plenty of bitches in the sea.

God he sounded like such a scumbag. Come to find out the guy writes sappy love letters, Steve could almost laugh. He opened up the little Valentine, carefully sliding the rose upright into his backpack before turning back to read:

To: Steve Harrington

2nd Period Class: Room 48

From:

Last category empty, instead of a name, or a “your secret admirer,” the sender had drawn a heart, with an arrow through it. Cartoonish blood dripped off the arrow’s tip.

The swerve of the uppercase S. The line on the H. The tail on the G.

And that stupid shot-through heart.

Steve’s own heart rate reached a yet-to-be-possible BPM he’d know that stupid perfect handwriting anywhere. It was Billy’s handwriting.

Billy sent this.

For a full couple of seconds, Steve drew a complete blank. Nothing happened, he didn’t blink, didn’t move, his heart didn’t beat, he wasn't even sure he breathed.

Then a million different thoughts came crashing down around his ears- almost made him flinch.

Oh my god Billy sent this. To him.

Was this for real? Was this some kind of sick fucked-up-Billy joke? He was just doing it to fuck with Steve’s head- but no. Then he probably would have signed it. Or written some random girl’s name. Not- not drawn a heart. Like the ones he drew in the margins of his notes,

And if Billy was… you know. That would actually make a lot of sense as to why he was such a fucking douchebag.

But what if he wasn't! God but what if he was.

Did he know about Steve?

But god, there wasn't anything to know was there. Steve didn’t- he had never-

Shit, they had a test in class right now, and Steve was sitting with an arrow through his chest and little fucking cartoon hearts around his head.

-

It was just like the universe to make Billy’s main notebook go missing the day before a big fucking test. It was even more like it to set him up to be running on no hours of sleep and sit down in second period to find those stupid fucking Valentine grams being handed out.

In the split seconds before Steve’s name got called, Billy sort of hoped the gram he bought had been lost. They were pretty anonymous to buy, that’s what he’d said to himself when he filled one out, folded it up more times than necessary and jammed it in the little heart shaped box. But now, faced with the consequences of his moment of weakness, he could not be filled with more regret.

Harrington just sat there too, looking dumbstruck turning the Valentine over and over before the test started. Like he wasn’t a bombshell on the worst of hair days- he didn’t even have bad hair days.

Billy was determined to not look, not stare at the back of Steve’s head like he had every other day this year. But for the split second he looked up, Steve was turned ever so slightly to the side, his perfect nose and perfect forelock illuminated by the sunshine pouring in from dusty classroom windows. He was smelling the rose.

Billy left class as quick as he could, the test was pretty easy, but no doubt Harrington would still be in there struggling for at least ten minutes, which gave Billy more than enough time to cool his nerves before steve inevitably cae to find him at lunch like he’d done for the past couple days, just to say hi.

But he didn’t see Steve at lunch. Probably should be a relief, but Billy couldn’t help but feel his heart sinking a little. And then kicking himself for caring at all when really he shouldn't. This was nothing, just like all the other times.

Billy went to switch textbooks at his locker, more of a nerd move than he would usually allow himself but he wanted to at the very least have an okay school day.

But when he went to open his backpack, there was his notebook. He did a double take. He could have sworn the thing was missing. He had dumped his backpack out and turned it inside out on his bedroom floor, got pencil shavings all over the place in the process, and it wasn't there.

But now here it was. Billy opened it.

A note fell out.

“I took your notebook- sorry. Here’s it and the notes back. Probably be easier to study together sometime anyway. If you’re still down.

Thanks for the rose.”

Billy probably had six separate heart attacks in the span of the couple seconds it took to read the note over again. Then he laughed out loud, in the heart-splattered hallway right in front of his locker, didn't care if anyone looked at him weird.

“Thanks for the rose.”

-

this was gonna be the last part but honestly i might write one more just cause i want them to kiss. lmk what u think lads :3

[twsty-lav]

valentines day but like mega late and also angst oopsie <333

Prompt: uhhh s/o(s) get slipped a love potion for someone else and neither of you know dun dun dun credit to @twst-tea​ <333 

self indulgent so i wrote it for my faves (trey, rook, floyd)! 

it’s meant to be read as an entire fic but you can also scroll down to your faves too and pretend the other clowns are not clowning in the background. hope u enjoy smooches u

anyways enjoy this absolute piece of tragedy in five parts

tw: angst angst angst also probably a panic attack or smth somewhere just sayin

The end isn't anything world-breaking, really. Actually, it's all rather casual. Yuu doesn't know which way they'd prefer it; it didn't matter what they wanted, anyways. 

It was always going to be the same. 

1. trey clover

"I'm sorry," Trey says one day, sitting in front of them at the cafeteria. They had thought that was odd, honestly. He had always preferred sitting side by side, "I don't think we can be together anymore."

Yuu pauses. Chews the rest of their sandwich. Swallows, and asks, "Why?" 

"I just... Fell out of love." He mumbles, sounding vaguely uncomfortable. Next to them, they see a student look over with wide, curious eyes. Smart move, They think, Doing it in a crowd so I can't pick a fight. He knew them well, didn't he? They always hated being in the spotlight.

Well, it's not like they would have made much of a fuss in the first place. "Okay then," Yuu agrees, feeling a muscle in their wrist twitch, "Let's break up." And he looks so relieved at the clean cut that they can't even feel bad for themselves. 

Actually, they can't feel anything at all. 

"I'll swing by after class to take anything I left at your place," They say around a spoonful of stew, and that's that. They don't exchange any other words, which was fine. They were never the talkative type during lunch. Yuu’s neatness and efficiency in consuming food was well known for being Riddle-approved. They sit for a minute afterwards, at a loss of what to do. 

... What did people usually do after breaking up with someone? Their fingers played restlessly with the edge of the table, pressing splinters into their thumb. It sinks a thin line of white into their flesh--not deep enough to hurt, but enough to leave a drop of blood. Should I just wait for him to finish eating..? They glanced up. That didn't seem right. It's not like they had ever done this before.

Silence. 

"... Well, I'm gonna go to the library." Yuu announces with a shrug, picking off the slice of skin with their nails. They don't wait for a reply.

They don’t get one, anyways.

2. floyd leech

Floyd is not as kind as Trey. That is a fact. 

They couldn't have forgotten that, surely? It's what they signed up for, after months of coaxing and a dogged back-and-forth chase. Floyd was Floyd, after all--and Yuu had thought they were warranted a bit of caution. Few things could keep his attention for long; how did they know that this wasn't just a passing fancy? Chewed up and spit out like his takoyaki fillings, which changed from one moment to the next. A challenge, not love. 

But they had forgotten a part of him back then too, hadn't they? He was never predictable. He wore them down. Day after day, time after time. Actually, Yuu's pretty sure Azul and Jade were surprised as well, watching him stay on track for so long.

The point--The point was that Yuu forgot. Therefore, it was not unlikely for them to forget this time around too. 

Floyd could be so cruel.

"Let's break up," He says as soon as he sees them.  It's direct and to the point, sharp like the way his teeth nicked their lips. "I don't like you anymore."

His voice seems to thunder through the suddenly-too-quiet classroom; Yuu can feel the eyes crawling up the back of their head, sinking its claws through their shoulders and into their lungs, gripping, twisting, squeezing. Jade must be watching too--They walked to this class together, didn't they?

Silence. Time seems to stretch like a rubber tube, squishing their guts into meaty links of sausage; each breath scrapes their ribs clean. Their fingertips are trembling and their spine is sweaty-hot and their palms are needles and their jaw creaks and crumples into rust. 

Yuu blinks.

"Okay," they agree; their voice sounds distant to their ears, calm and lazy in the current. They go back to rummaging in their bag, "Can you give back the good eraser I lent you yesterday?" 

It's tossed carelessly on their desk. They pick it up with their left hand.

Not that it matters. Their right thumb is fine when they check inside the bag, despite the indent. They hadn't, Yuu supposed, been gripping the point hard enough to puncture into the nail bed. It left an inkstain, though. 

Stupid. So very, very stupid.

3. rook hunt

Rook, they supposed, followed the typical model of a breakup the best. Out of consideration? Perhaps. If they were inclined to be cynical, they might pin it on his sense of dramatics instead.

... It seems like lately, there's been a lot for them to be cynical about. 

That's why it's not really a surprise when Rook calls them out for a 'talk' on their way to Heartslabyul, whisking them away to some private place into the woods, all prepped and prettied. He even makes sure to declare that there was nobody else around, as if that would ease the news to them. They're pretty sure he's even memorized a script, if his more-flowery-than-usual language is anything to go by. It's of little use, honestly. His gentle voice soon fades into a high-pitched whine, scraping at the inside of their skull like sandpaper on fast-forward. For a moment, all they can think of is how sleepy they are.

The leaves on the ground smell like mulch. A beetle crawls across a branch over Rook's shoulder. A strand of hair tickles their nose, and they resist the urge to sneeze. There's nobody else around.

"... and as much as it pains me to say such things, I hope you understand..." Did they flush the toilet this morning? They're pretty sure they did--they’re not the type to forget something like that.

--Out of the corner of their eye, Rook falls silent with a look of remorse, letting them know to tune back in. Yuu wades through a bucket of sand to nod their head, calm and slow; they close their eyes when it burrows into the sides of their throat like a maggot. 

When they open them again, the forest seems dark. They are alone.

 "Ah," Yuu says, breath carefully even, voice painfully hoarse, "Finally." Any longer and they would have chewed a hole through their cheek, thin as it was. "Finally," They said again, for no reason in particular. Only a bird bothers to answer; the silence swells their up like a balloon. It stretches their skin until it splits in red-raw streaks, shiny with watery leaks. Any more and they's sure they'll pop--

Gently, they crouches down, curling into a ball. Their teeth sink delicately into the flesh of their wrist, pressing down. They spend a few minutes counting the incisors on their arm, watching them swell and fade. White from pressure, red from anger, pink and puffy with shame. Again.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. 

Nobody says a word.

4. yuu

They make their way to Heartslabyul. All of their stuff is already neatly set up outside the door, out of sight from anyone who wasn’t looking. There’s not much, honestly. Trey isn’t there; consideration or indifference, they're not sure. He could be both, after all. Ace and Deuce look at them in pity; Yuu doesn’t look at them at all. 

Yuu visits Octavinelle. They pick up their stuff. They forgot how much of a hoarder Floyd was. He hands them a gift before they go. It’s a scarf. They remember vaguely that they knit it for him over Christmas. They had to sidestep Jade on the way, passing by him on the way to the right room. His knowing smile, his what-did-you-think-would-happen, of course he’d get bored of you, they can’t-- Yuu hides in the bathroom until he leaves.

They don't bother stopping by Pomefiore. Rook probably had their stuff delivered to their dorm. He was nice like that. He knew it was hard for them to stand out. Beauty in effort, he always said, but it didn’t seem as if he’d make them suffer any more humiliation. Or maybe he didn’t believe they had the strength. Yuu wasn’t very good at this sort of thing, after all.

He would be right, honestly.

They're back in their room. When did they open the front door? They toss the bags into a corner somewhere before kicking off their shoes and lying down on the bed. 

They don't bother getting up.

5. aftermath

Someone comes knocking. Yuu doesn't bother getting up. 

They talk about some sort of conspiracy. Yuu doesn't bother getting up. 

They find the culprit. 

... Yuu doesn’t bother getting up. 

… Floyd breaks into their room, Trey and Rook and a whole bunch of others in tow. 

Yuu gets up. 

“Don’t worry about it,” They say with a yawn, calm and slow, “It wasn’t your fault, right? Really, it’s no big deal.” And the way they protest makes their laugh. “No, seriously! I don’t mind at all,” they say awkwardly, waving away their words. 

It was true. They didn’t mind it. Not at all.

“Uh, I have to catch up on my schoolwork. I’m super late for a few projects. Do you mind if I kick you out?”

“... Ah, sorry. I don’t really care that much about the whole mess. It’s fine like this, honestly! I hope we can still be friends, though. See you.” 

They close the door in their faces, and lie back down. 

None of it really mattered, anyways.

[costellos]

❥ ┋ ❝ nanami & where he’d take you on your first date together!

@densecloud​​ said: aaaa new ask game!!! can i request for 'court' & nanami? thank you so much toya!! ٩(♡ε♡ )۶

a/n: YES U CAN LESLIE!!! I had so much fun thinking of all the dates Nanamin would take you that I had a hard time narrowing down one... so I wrote for all of them! I think it gives a neat, interactive twist to your original request. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. <33

tw: none.

ask game: 💌 15 valentine’s day questions (closed!)

disclaimer: I’m anime-only outside of the prequel, so apologies if my character interpretations aren’t accurate.

Nanami is a planner. he doesn’t like going about things on a whim. that applies for work, his days off, and most notably, his first date with you. 

that isn’t to say he wouldn’t let you plan the date. no, Nanami just gets a certain pride taking you out. after all, he wouldn’t be courting you unless he had some sort of background with you. in this case, being jujutsu sorcerers has made you uncomfortably close. that just comes with working in a profession with so few colleagues. and with it being a horribly draining job, you’ve seen each other at your best and worse.

hence, Nanami lets you pick what kind of vibe you’d like for the date. he’d like to think he knows you well enough to plan something himself. but letting you have some agency allows him to gauge what to do. plus, the fact you’re not a Tokyo native lets him narrow down where in the city would be the best place to take you.

if you tell him you want something laidback, Nanami interprets that as a typical, casual date. nothing too strenuous. that doesn’t mean they have to be boring, though. he takes you to a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop in Musashino. it’s tucked away in some alley, and despite its sketchy location, the interior is surprisingly cozy. locals chat quietly while university students scribble notes in tattered workbooks. it isn’t much, you’ll admit. it’s not much different from any other coffee shop. but the moment your mocha hits your tongue, you immediately understand why Nanami likes this place so much. it’s sweet without being overly sweet, chocolately and warm. like a hug from your best friend: familiar and comforting. Nanami tells you how he met Gojo while you’re here. it’s casual conversation. you learn that despite their contrasting personalities, there are few people that Nanami trusts more. maybe one day he’ll trust you as much as he does your shared colleague. it’s a thought that makes your heart as warm as your mocha does for your hands. (and while you may not know it now, Nanami already trusts you with everything.) you find yourselves at Inokashira Park shortly afterwards. it’s a surprisingly warm day in March -- why not enjoy the weather while you can? he comments on the history about the park. something about how it was privately owned by the emperor until the twentieth century. when you ask when the cherry blossoms will bloom, he tells you not until the end of March. you click your tongue. “hm. guess we’ll have to plan another date for then, huh?” “...I suppose we do.” he wouldn’t admit how warm his ears felt in that moment.

if you tell him you want something fun, Nanami will take you to the Edo-Tokyo Museum. he honestly doesn’t know how you’ve lived in the city for this long without visiting it yet. there’s something exciting about it, though; to be the person you share this experience with. he’s thankful for that much. to say the museum is huge would be an understatement. the building is massive. there are tons of exhibits to explore and even more sections to learn from. it’s... well... it’s a little overwhelming. yet Nanami is patient with exploring the whole thing. he doesn’t yank you from display to display. he lets you take it at your own pace, following you wherever you want to go, adding his own quips of information he’d learned from the several field trips he’s taken here as a child. after all, the museum is a staple. it’s one of his favorite places in the city. that’s half of the reason why he brought you here. the other half is because he loves that look of bewilderment you get on your face. the museum features an interactive exhibit of Old Tokyo, with employees strolling the streets in traditional garb. they chat with visitors and offer small gifts, and boy. your face just lights up every time they give you some dumb knick knack. when you smile at him, showing him the pencil you got labeled EDO-TOKYO MUSEUM in red lettering, he can’t help but feel the corners of his mouth twitch just the slightest bit upwards, too. such a small thing to be excited about. that’s why he’s so enamored by you, though. he feels a sense of pride when you ask if he can bring you back to the museum sometime soon. he just guides you by the small of your back as you exit the front doors, his lips with another hint of a smile, before saying, “there are plenty of other places we can visit together. let’s plan for it.”

if you tell him you want something different, Nanami finds himself stumped. there are lots of “different” places in Tokyo. Asakusa has the traditional temples, Harajuku has the wild street fashion, and Roppongi has the wilder night life. “something different” doesn’t give Nanami a lot to go off of. but he’ll digress. none of those places would be appropriate for a first date. so he opts for a great hot pot restaurant in Shibuya. Shibuya itself is a great date location. it’s what most foreigners think when they hear “Tokyo.” bright lights, edgy streetwear, huge crowds of people -- all mushed together in one district. it makes your head spin as he guides you through the streets. but where he takes you takes the best parts of Shibuya and puts it in one, little eatery. string lights dangle across the ceiling, twinkling as if it it was the night sky. it’s such a nice contrast from the neon lights outside. teenagers in streetwear morph into dapper, young professionals laughing amongst themselves. and while it’s still a little cramped, it’s not the kind that makes you overwhelmed. it’s cozy. people maintain their space. the hot pot itself is delicious. Nanami orders a little of everything -- some seafood, some fancy meats, a variety of vegetables, and two noodle options -- and God. the moment you take your food from that broth and put it in your damn mouth? ugh. heaven. it’s so savory, perfectly seasoned and just the right texture. the saltiness from the broth brings all the right flavors out of your food. you might have burned your tongue but it’s so good you don’t even care. Nanami laughs when he sees your eyes widen. he carries the conversation while you stuff yourself with noodles and other foods. just some stories about his life before sorcery, about his time as a stockbroker and how much he hated it. although sorcerery isn’t much better, he can at least help the people around him. it’s not much, but it’s better than helping some rich asshole get richer. “you know,” you tell him in between bites, “you’re a better person than you give yourself credit for.” “maybe,” he responds. “or maybe it’s just basic human decency.” he didn’t mean it to come out that harsh. and judging by your expression, you don’t take offense to it. or maybe you just didn’t notice. either way, he hopes you also don’t notice how quickly he turns away. there are much less obvious ways to hide his blush, he can acknowledge that. yet in this moment, all he can think of is all the goddamn hoops you put his mind through.

[honeybunny-sawamura]

P.S. I Love You

Pairing: Sawamra Daichi x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: established relationship (marriage), dad! Daichi, babies

Word Count: 1.1 K

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day darlings! Hope all of you have a lovely day! 💝💝💝

It’s the soft chimes of your alarm that wakes you, which is odd because it’s not how you usually start Sunday mornings. Your hand drowsily fumbles around to grab your phone from the nightstand, but you find that there is a post-it note stuck to the screen. You bring it close to your face, blinking the sleep away, to see the sharp handwriting that belongs to your husband,

I know you don’t like getting up early on Sundays, sweetie, but today’s Valentine’s Day and I thought we’d do something special... So up up up, sweetheart <3 P.S. i love you

Valentine’s Day. You peel the note off to check the date on your phone and sure enough, February 14 was displayed sweetly on your lock screen. You softly snort in amusement, wondering what Daichi could be up to as you turn off the alarm, before rolling over and getting out of bed. As you stretched, you looked at your empty bed, a little put out that you woke up alone. Sundays were always for lazing about and it starts with your husband urging you awake with kisses. Sometimes it was soft kisses, sometimes playful ones, and sometimes it was kisses that lead to naughtier things. But you always woke up to Daichi’s lips presses against yours. It felt a little odd that today you woke up with none. You pressed the post-it note into your journal, giving it a lovely pat, before heading to see if Daichi was in the kitchen making breakfast. You peeked into the room next to yours to find it empty and again you’re a little put out at being greeted by nothing. Another note is stuck onto the open door,

Needed some assistance with your surprise… Though I think I’ll have more trouble than help P.S. i love u

You chuckle this time and peel the note from the door; the handwriting on this one looks a bit scribbly as if he was in a rush. You think about the trouble Daichi could be in right now, but you’re more entertained with that thought than alarmed. You know he can handle anything; he has been dealing with rowdy and commotion since he can remember. And if something was truly wrong, he knows he can come to you for help; regardless if this surprise was for you or not. For better and for worse right? You continue your way down the hall to the bathroom where you find a pretty dress hanging in front of the door with a note. It’s a dress that you had bought recently but haven’t had a special occasion to wear it for yet. You remember eyeing it on a day out with Daichi and when you pulled him into the changing room to show it off, you loved the way your husband’s eyes lit up at the sight of you in it. You wanted to wear it for him again and it seemed he wanted you to do so as well.

You looked so beautiful in this dress. Honestly, you look beautiful in anything but ;) I wanna see you in this. Please? P.S. i love you

You can imagine him giving you a pout and a pleading look while he asks you to wear the dress; rubbing your hips and pulling you close. You blush a little at that thought before shaking it away, heart fluttering that even in your imagination, Daichi can get you flustered. You tenderly fiddle with the fabric of the dress, admiring how pretty it really is before taking it off the door and stepping into the bathroom. Inside, you delightfully discover a large heart made of sticky notes plastered onto the main mirror; something lovely written on each one. You can’t help the smile that grows wide on your face as you read them. Messages like ‘You’re so beautiful, the sun can’t compare’ and ‘Can’t start the day right without your kisses’ or ‘I’m so happy you came into my life’ fill your chest with so much love for the man who has written them for you. Each note is different, but they’re all finished off with ‘P.S. i love you’ and it makes your heart flutter every time.

You piddle around reading and re-reading each note; basking in the warm fuzzy feeling they give you. Even as you wash up, dress up, and get prettied up, each of Daichi’s love notes linger in your mind. You head into the kitchen once you’re all dolled up, hoping to find the love of your life waiting for you there, but you disappointingly find it empty. Yet you do find another sticky note and your mood perks up,

Waiting for you in the backyard, sweetheart <3 P.S. i love you

Your heart does a little flip as you read the note and does another one when you hear a sweet call coming from the back. You twirl around and excitedly head to the backyard to find the small terrace there decorated for a sweet Valentine’s Day brunch. Strings of small heart shaped lanterns and soft pink fairy lights hang about while bundles of red, pink, and white balloons huddle around a small table. A crimson tablecloth drapes over the table while a lovely spread of a hearty brunch sit on top with a vase of your favorite flowers sits in the middle. A trail of rose petals leads you from the back door to the terrace where your husband Daichi is waiting for you with a handsome smile and holding your small son, Daisuke; both of them looking so dashing with matching wine-red dress shirts, white bowties, and black pants. They light up at the sight of you and Daisuke calls happily for you again.

You heart is so full at the sight of them and their surprise for you that you rush over to throw your arms around them. Daichi catches you with his free arm and with a deep chuckle, pulls you close while pressing a kiss to your hair. Daisuke squeals and nuzzles his cheeks to yours, sweetly chirping out “Mama” at you. You nuzzle him back before peppering kisses all over his face then look up at your husband whose eyes shine with so much love and affection for you that it makes you sigh blissfully. You two stare at each other for a moment before Daichi leans down to slot his lips over yours in a captivating kiss, pouring all his love into it. Even after so long, he has you falling over and over again. You pull away to catch your breath and rest your forehead against his, both of you smiling. You rest a hand on both of your boys: a hand on your son’s back and the other on Daichi’s chest, feeling the heartbeats that sync with yours. They both lean in to kiss you and you let out a soft laugh that Daisuke join in with his own giggles that Daichi revels in. He once again presses a kiss to your hair and softly says,

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

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han seojun valentine headcanons.

listen to it starts today by hwang inyeop.

˗ˋˏ author’s note ˎˊ˗

i once again bring some fluffy headcanons for the bestest bad boy, han seojun. i’m sorry if my valentine ideas aren’t too groundbreaking, we don’t celebrate it over here much. but please enjoy! feel free to talk to me about this or seojun/inyeop or whatever. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! 

Seojun has Valentine circled three times in his calendar and it planning it for a while. he wants everything to be perfect and completely sweep his lover off their feet. spares no effort, wants it to be fancy and pamper his love all day. 

but if his lover isn’t big on all that fancy stuff he is not going to force it and comes up with different, more lowkey ideas that are just as good. 

seojun is already someone who likes romantic comedies but tries to seem like he would not touch that ever and would only ever watch action-packed movies. but we all know he is a romantic soul and even if studying isn’t his strongest suit he knows how to learn from things in real life - romcoms give him a lot of ideas for dates and cute little things. 

prepares everything and slowly loses his mind if even one thing is missed - if his playlist bugged and played a different song, if he can’t light some candles or if he can’t find ingredients even though he KNOWS he bought them. it’s extremely endearing. 

seojun gets teased relentlessly by gowoon but she helps him out and calms him down before he blows from being an anxious mess. he makes her swear she won’t tell you about it, but… let’s say that gowoon might have crossed her fingers behind her back when promising seojun. 

whatever it is that you make for him is going to be cherished forever and ever. if you give him homemade chocolate he is going to agonize over eating it for a long while. maybe just feed it to him and he will combust on the spot. 

but he is capable of great things and i do mean teasing. he is not above the ‘you’ve got something on your lips’ move. he fakes using his thumb and instead just kisses you and when he pulls away after thoroughly making sure there is nothing left he just smirks “even sweeter now” (his ears burn at the memory though)

if you gift him matching sweaters or something just as embarrassing he will huff but won’t actually put up a fight, because he is whipped. his friends will hold it over his head forever, but he promises all of them a beating of a lifetime so they tone it down (a little bit).

MATCHING RINGS or BRACELETS. OR BOTH. i’m not saying seojun hears wedding bells when he slides the ring onto your finger but maybe that’s exactly what i’m saying. 

seojun gifts you so many flowers and reads the meaning to you with a slight flush to his cheeks. also might give you some big plushie and get extremely pouty when you keep on hugging it instead of him. like excuse you? the audacity. 

you are the couple with obnoxious punny valentine cards, i don’t make the rules. 

imagine getting to spend this time in some cottage that your family owns and lent you for a weekend. you drive there on his bike and go shopping together and it definitely feels like a married couple going grocery shopping together and you both catch each other looking and have to laugh it off. 

when you get there you unload and both of you desperately try to keep the gifts a secret from one another but one of you stumbles on it by accident and the other is just out in the open because multitasking fails. both of you pretend it didn’t happen lol. (let’s be honest seojun shoves everything into closets and things it’s THE spot.)

you make dinner together and flirt it up because it’s valentine. (not like seojun needs that as an excuse and neither do u.) after that, you make hot cocoa with marshmallows and cuddle under blankets and watch some sickeningly sweet romcom while stealing smooches here and there. the movie might be forgotten after a bit (oop-). 

overall the coziest or the fanciest. you can get it all with han seojun. he would even drive you somewhere to watch the sunset and hold you tugged into his puffer jacket (that’s what it’s made for!). and while he back hugs you he tries to be all cool and suave but his earrings get caught in your scarf and he is panicking. you have to free him by taking it off and you can’t stop laughing after you see the mess (his hair is completely destroyed by you taking off the scarf and he laughs right back at you because you look the same). he doesn’t laugh for long, if you pull the scarf he gets teary-eyed (but he blames it on the cold like a big boy lol). when you finally untangle him, you put your hands on his face and he nuzzles into them even when they are cold and kisses your palm before tucking them into his pockets again. after that he puts the scarf on you again and tries to wrangle the mess of hair on both your heads because he won’t let your hands out of his pockets. “i have to keep you warm, u get sick way too easy. i don’t like it.” he says but you nag at him for not wearing scarf himself and punish him by warming your cold nose on his neck, saying that it will teach him to wear it more. but honestly, seojun is ascending with all the skinship and scarf is the last thing on his mind.