#maybe next year he'll have his own valentine

[plantfell]

Knives is already tired of this silly "love" holiday. It's all just chemical reactions in the brain, at the end of the day.

[noirscript]

My Valentine

details: yandere!husband x AFAB!reader | Mentions of female genitalia, detailed sexual scenes, breeding,

note: I forgot where I got the image.

Despite the questionable setup and job description of your current job, your husband did not question it and even supported your endeavors. He cook your breakfast on the dot and even prepared your lunch and some snacks.

The warm touch of his soft lips against yours as soon as he sees you, somehow made you guilty of what you're getting yourself into. Truth be told, you haven't told him about the entire truth about your job. Only that you work as an agent.

You let him make an assumption about your job. Perhaps you'll never be able to tell him all about your job.

"Are you sure you still want to work there?" he asked while resting his firm hands on your hips. "I can support us both. We can even start our family and live comfortably."

You smiled as you cup his cheeks. "Val..."

He sighed before pulling away. "I don't really get why you're doing this," he said before meeting your gaze. "It's been two years since we've been married, you even begged me to let you enjoy for awhile before starting our family."

"Val, it's not that! I just..." you sighed. "I want to have my own money. I can't rely on you everytime. It... It doesn't feel right."

You looked up and feared what you've seen. His jaw clenched while his hold on your hips tightened.

"Was it my mother?"

Your brows furrowed. "What, no!"

"My grandma? My sister?" He closed the gap between you two. "Who was it, huh? Who influenced your decisions this time?"

You removed his hands from your body before taking one step away from him.

"Let's... just talk later." You tiptoed to reach his cheek before grabbing your packed lunch.

Maybe it's time to submit your two-week notice.

—

Your husband, Valentin, could get clingy at times. He'll tightly wrap his arms around your body, never missing the chance to feel the warmth of your skin.

It starts with gentle caresses against your skin, then the next thing you knew, you're being screwed and under his mercy for the next hours.

His honeyed voice that you love to hear turns to something deeper as he whispers the nastiest threats you've ever heard from him.

"Gonna make you a mommy... hngg... gonna be round and full..." He buries his face against the crook of your neck as he sensually grind his thick cock against your tight and creaming pussy.

"Pleasepleaseplease... make me cum... wanna cum..." you begged as you claw the arm that's been keeping you in place. "Val... Val... please... cumming..."

"Ah-ah... such a naughty girl." He took a deep breath against your neck before ramming his cock against your tightening pussy. "You don't get to treat me like a toy. I'm not a fucking dildo. You hear that?"

"M'srry... cumming please... please..."

"You're cumming, hm? You're gonna take my cum? All of it? Hm?"

You frantically nodded as you match his movements. It didn't take long until his cum painted your insides.

He nozzles his face against your skin. Peppering kisses against your neck, nipping it at times.

"We're gonna start our family soon..." he whispered while lazily grinding his dick inside you. "You, me, and our baby."

You chuckled. "We've talked about this before, Val..." The sheets rustled as you turn to face him.

"I still want to work. You know, to save up a bit." You pushed yourself up and looked into his eyes. "I also want to spoil them."

"You can spoil them with my card. What's mine is yours too, you know?" He responded while pulling you close to him. "We can have just one child. We'll take care of them. Raise them well..."

"Val... at least give me some time to think about it." You slowly run your finger against his chest down to his abs before barely touching the tip of his erect cock. "Besides... don't you want us to have some more time together?"

You slowly grind your moist pussy against him before he pulled you down with him. He aligned his cock and swiftly penetrated your pussy.

He doesn't hate the idea of getting you all to himself, but still. Your feelings might change once you learn more about him. He's not gonna have that. You're his for eternity, even if that meant having to share you with your child.

[happy--for--attention]

How they spend Valentine's Day with you

Bo, Vincent, Lester, Rusty, Chop top, Nubbins, Drayton, bubba, brahms, and Harry

Bo

To be honest he forgot about it until either Lester or Vincent brought it up, lucky for him it was still rather early in the day so he told you that he'd be heading into the next town over to run some errands. He came back with some yellow roses, a card, and a small box of chocolates (He might even try something new in bed for you)

Vincent

Vincent was nervous as this would be your guys first Valentine's day with each other and he didn't want to mess it up and ruin everything. He gave you small wax figures of you, him, and jonesy and a few sketches he thought were worthy enough, maybe next year you'll get some poems

Lester

Like his older brother Lester was also quite nervous he had this whole night plan, he was gonna take you on a nice pretty picnic dinner date with all of your favorite foods but just as you both sat down that's when you felt the rain drops start to hit your head. Lester was so bummed that the picnic went south, you both decided to watch a movie instead

Rusty

Rusty made sure that he would have Valentine's Day off he took you out to a small but nice diner and then drove around for a bit before he drove back to the house. Where he then led you into the bedroom for you to find a bouquet of wild flowers, pink champagne, chocolates, and teddy Bear (and some condoms)

Chop top

He made sure to brush his wig, put on his best vest and grab your favorite records from his collection for tonight. You and him relaxed in his room listening to all the records you could, dance to them every now and then

Nubbins

He used his best roadkill to make you a pouch so you could match him!! He even filled it up with all his favorite photos of you sure some of them were blurry or inappropriate but it's the thought that matters. He even asks if you'd stay up and go roadkill hunting with him.

Drayton

Drayton hates this damn holiday it's just a scheme those big companies made to steal the money he worked hard to make but now that he has you? It didn't change his opinion at all he's not going to buy you anything, but he will make the god damn best chili you'll ever have in your life. Though if he's feeling nice he might go to town and buy some ingredients to make his own chocolate (keyword might)

Bubba

Bubba doesn't really know what to do for Valentine's Day he's never celebrated it before and he never thought he would but he'll try his hardest to make it a good Valentine's for you. He picked some flowers for you from the side of the road and fields, he even did his chores extra fast so he could spend the rest of day with you

Brahms

You think he's clingy now? wait until the morning of Valentine's Day he's basically attached to your hip, the only time he's away from you is when Malcolm arrives to deliver the groceries and your surprise. In one of the bags there was some of the finest wine and chocolate money could buy from this town. Brahms stayed up just a little past his bedtime to order them for you

Harry

You're going to spend Valentine's Day alone as much as he'd love to spend it with you, he does have a town to terrorize. That's not to say he won't spend the next day with you, in the morning you'll wake up to a card and heart shaped chocolate box on your kitchen table and who knows he might Even take you on a date to the mines

[kichiyosh1]

What gives you the right to ignore me?!

Modern au! Scaramouche x reader

w:// this takes place somewhere from grade school to high school, and valentines day will be mentioned later on

When he tells himself that you aren't worth his time, but then starts hoping you don't think the same for him.

(it gets good the more you read it, I swear)

Scara being transferred seats for the 5th time this month because he keeps on picking on his former seat mates because he thinks of them as 'lowly worms'. Oh well, at least he should have some new form of entertainment now that he's seated next to— whatever your name was.

Not even a proper greeting was spoken when all he did was tap your shoulder. "and your name?", he has no need for such pleasantries anyways.

Sure he'd make fun of you later then go back to minding his own business the second after, but he at least would want to put a name to this person which he'd be stuck with for the whole school year(if he were lucky enough not to transfer seats the next few days later)

It took you a while to reply to him, eyes stuck scanning the pages of your book, then you gave him a small glance, and reply before going back to reading. "It's y/n", he's offended by how short of an answer you gave in return, but it's not like he asked for anything else other than your name, but the way you said it with such disinterest makes a shiver run down his back.

"Well? You should feel honoured that i have graced you with my presence. Don't get used to it though, don't think so highly of yourself just beca-","Didn't miss Kusanali transfer you here because you were misbehaving like a total brat? You act all high and mighty yourself when you can't even remember the name of your classmate that you've been in the same class with for awhile now." No ones ever stood up to him like that before, heck, you've completely gotten him off his high horse and all he can do is burn his stare at the side of your face, because despite all that, you STILL aren't looking in his direction.

He's not gonna waste anymore words with you. You're not worth his time anyways. Just another worm in the mud for him to stomp on, but for now he'll allow you to wiggle around in the comforts of soft soil, until it hardens and you have no choice but to dry up and die. Quite the poet he was, if not for his foul mouth and scheming mind.

He made it his personal mission to just ignore you. The only times where he's begrudgingly acknowledging you exist is when he's paired up with you by the teacher or when he REALLY has no choice but to confront you about something.

This would have came off as satisfying to him, the natural reaction of a person in his presence would be them wanting him to notice them, but you did not give an f, any f, at f'ing all.

He would hate to admit it, but he sometimes felt comfort in the silence you two shared, as there are also times where you would acknowledge he exists, like when he'd grumble about his broken pencil tip and you'd pass him a sharpener, or when he's about to fall asleep in class and you'd gently nudge him awake, but what irritates him is that you do all these little things while not even looking at him.

He didn't understand why he was getting frustrated. This is what he wanted, right? He got it, but it didn't feel as fulfilling as he first thought it would. Was he admitting that he wasn't quite fond of this mutual silent treatment? That maybe he'd prefer if you talked to him more, interacted with him more, hung out with him more?

"Like I'd admit to that!" it was after he suddenly blurted that out while standing and slamming his hands down on the table, that he realized the whole class was looking at him, giving him weird looks. A few laughs and chuckles were surfing throughout the room, but his attention wasn't on any of those pesks annoying voices. Once again, you weren't looking at him, but the small giggle that left your mouth had him staring at you in awe. "You look pretty when you smile", those words were lodged in his throat, and he'd rather choke then have those words spoken out for you to hear.

You're so annoying! would it kill for you to at least look at him when laughing at his misery? At this point he might as well admit he'll accept anything you're willing to give him, but it's not enough. He was never one to settle for less, so why now was he acting so shy. Might as well throw what he's thinking straight at your face, while twisting his words just a tiny bit, to save what little pride he had left.

____

"What gives you the right to ignore me, huh?!" "What law would I be breaking for 'minding my own business'?" You're insufferable, you really are, you must be so out of sync with your brain to have forgotten it was valentines day today, and he's so mad he doesn't know how he's supposed to give you the box he's been hiding behind his back, so in the end he never does. He hadn't realized he was storming out of the empty classroom (save for you two there) when he bumped into his homeroom teacher. She had no time to react when Scara was already shoving the box into her arms. "Eat it, give it to someone, throw it away, I don't care! To think I had my mom help me make those for that- that idiot! A waste of time!" he was already far off, still shouting his complaints, leaving a confused Kusanali standing in the hallway.

He wanted to cry, a part of him never wanted to see you again, but he already had the bare minimum of what he could get from you, what more if he wasn't there to catch a glimpse of your rare moments? Oh, and would you look at that, he's already at school earlier than what he's used to but he's doing this all for the sake of not having to awkwardly have to sit down next to you.

The classroom was already half filled when he heard the scraping of the chair next to him. He had his head in his arms, only allowing a small gap for him to take a peek at what you were doing. To no one's surprise, you were already taking out that same book, the one you were reading on your guys' first ever interaction. It was like he was back to square one, an ongoing routine of silence if not then it would be his one sided bickering. Too bad he wasn't feeling it today, but unfortunately, or fortunately for him, it was you who made the first move to speak.

"Hey"

Scared the sleep right out of him, his back straightened and staring into your— eyes? you? him? eye contact? when? eh? one look was all he took and suddenly he forgot how to blink. Presented to him at the palm of your hands was the same box he so carelessly gave to his homeroom teacher. "How did that end up in your hands?","Mrs. Kusanali gave it to me right before I left the school, but from what it says here, you are sender."

He took ahold of the box, and pasted right at its side is a small card that had 'To: y/n♥︎' and 'From: Scaramouche♡' written on it, alongside a very cringy love quote that almost made him want to gag.

"That wench!" He didn't even realize that card was on the side of the box, and from the hand writing alone he could already tell it was from Ei. His face scrunched up further once noticing the heart at the end of your names, even just that was enough for scara to look away out of embarrassment. "N-Not that I care if you liked them or not, but just know that I am NOT responsible for whatever THAT is."

The silence after that was just eating up at him. How did it go from denying you exist to having him here. He was holding onto the box too tight with trembling hands, it slowly crumpling just a tad bit his grip softening when your hands took place on both sides of his. "I think it's cute."

You had such a neutral expression on your face, but unlike before, your voice flowed smoother than any melody he's ever heard. "And thank you. Sorry I didn't get you anything, to make up for it, I'm letting you decide where we'll work for our next project."

____

He still couldn't believe you were actually talking to him and holding eye contact as well, he sometimes forgets you're human and not some unreachable deity.

He really couldn't take his eyes off you, and wanting to answer to a past question of yours, yes, ignoring him was most certainly a crime, if he wasn't able to spend these moments with you, it would be criminal.

"Hey, don't go ignoring me at my own house will you? or do you plan to just leave me there to finish the whole project without you?"

" I doubt you can, with you stealing glances my way for the majority of the time you'll be spending. What? think I didn't notice? peripheral vision exists you know."

"Like there's anything worth looking at you for."

"..."

"You did not just start—"

[mingtinys]

Soggy Cereal

pairing : choi san x gn!reader

college roommates!au , friends to lovers , fluff , valentines day fic !!

warnings : language

word count : 2.8 k

requested ? no

a/n : this was horribly rushed , barely proof read , and i kind of hate the ending , but i do want to post something for valentines !

You really should've just turned off your phone for the day. Maybe then you wouldn't be feeling so bitter. But after being bombarded by post after post of your friends being surprised by their significant others with vibrant bouquets, fancy brunches, expensive jewelry, and fluffy stuffed animals, it's a little hard to not feel so sour. Perhaps it's a bit unfair to hate an entire day, but February fourteenth just sucks, and you're ready for it to be tomorrow. 

"What's wrong with you?" San asks, genuine concern gracing his features at the way you've been scowling at your phone for the past hour. You'd nearly forgotten he was even in the room with you. Too caught up wallowing in your own misery to appreciate the bowl of cereal he'd so kindly made you. He digs into his own, spilling milk on the counter in the process.

"Nothing's wrong."

The look on his face tells you that excuse isn't going to do you any justice. He chews as he speaks, pointing his spoon at you from across the kitchen island. "You're a shit liar. You've been glaring at your phone all morning, something’s up."

"It's stupid." Your response is short, clicking off your phone and placing it facedown so you won't be tempted to glance at it any further.

"No, it's not. C'mon, just tell me."

San slips from his spot across the island, bowl in hand as he takes up the stool next to you. "Please," he drawls, putting on the most god-awful puppy eyes you've ever seen him muster up. You've lived with Choi San long enough to know, unfortunately, he's not just going to give up.

". . . I've never had a valentine. And I know it's cheesy but it'd be nice to have someone confess their undying love with some stupid rose bouquet or overzealous box of chocolates. Just once, ya know?" You sink in your seat, elbows propped up on the counter to rest your chin in your hands. You refuse to look at San.

"What do you mean?" San's voice is a little too optimistic for your mood. "We get each other gifts every year!" By his terms, he's not wrong. While the cheap boxes of gimmicky drugstore chocolates are a nice gesture, they're far from romantic. Not that you've ever expected such from San, but it's just not the point.

"No, San, like a real valentine."

He blinks at you for a moment, the frown on his lips only stays for a millisecond. "I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just call me a fake valentine."

"You know what I mean. We only get each other gifts because we're friends and no one else will." You plop down from your stool, sliding your bowl of soggy fruity pebbles over for San to finish. You've always found it weird that he actually prefers his cereal mushy. He'll even wait a good ten minutes after making a bowl before he eats it so it'll absorb as much milk as possible. But as nauseating as you find the mannerism to be, it is quite convenient. It's basically become tradition for him to finish off what you don't eat once the texture becomes too soft.

But it's the first time he's ever declined your leftovers. Instead of immediately polishing off your bowl like usual, he sticks to you like a shadow. San follows you down the narrow hall and to your room, making himself comfortable on your bed while you begin sorting through your closet for your work uniform. "I thought you liked getting each other gifts."

There's a certain dejected undertone to his words that make you pause and rethink how you're wording things. You aren't upset with him. If anything, he makes days like Valentine's significantly more bearable. If it weren't for the small box of chocolates and singular rose waiting outside your door this morning, you'd probably be having a lot bigger crisis over being alone on days like today. But your point still stands, nothing about the gesture is romantically inclined.

Your eyes finally land on your uniform, crumpled up in the laundry basket that sits next to your dresser from the last time you washed clothes yet never put them away. "That didn't come out right," you sigh, watching the way San's frown deepens as you lay the articles on the bed next to him. "I really do appreciate the gesture, San. It's incredibly sweet. I just meant it'd be nice to receive something from someone who likes me more than just platonically."

The last thing you want is for San to feel like you don't appreciate him. In fact, you probably do a little more than a friend or roommate should. "Please tell me you get what I'm saying. It's not you, I promise, I'm just feeling a little . . ." You search for the proper word. "Lonely."

San looks like he's about to say something but pulls his lips into a thin line before any words come out. He thinks, then says "I get it." But the frown is still there. You know he's the one who asked, but there's a bit of guilt that gnaws at your insides for dumping all of this on him so suddenly. So you pad across the room to your desk and pull a small pink gift bag from the bottom drawer in hopes to remedy the sad look on his face. Confusion pulls at his brows when you extend the bag to him. 

"I was gonna wait until after work to give this to you, but seeing as how you already gave me mine . . ." His face lights up at the realization. He's quick to snatch the present from your hands, His excitement tugs at the corners of your lips. "And be gentle with the bag, I wanna reuse it for your birthday in a few months."

You're not sure he even hears you, already tossing the tissue paper to the side and digging inside the bag. You'd love to watch his expression as he opens each component of your gift, but you're a few minutes shy of running late to the only thing that pays your half of the rent. So you begin slipping out of your pajamas and into uniform, not caring that San's just a few feet in front of you. You've learned to be pretty comfortable around him, given his bad habit of never knocking and the broken lock on your door that the landlord never got around to fixing. It was cause for him catching you in quite a few awkward situations for the first few months.

Though eventually, as the two of you grew more comfortable with one another, you were both willing to drop your guard around the other. Even to the point of just leaving your door open for him to come and go as he pleases. No one but San can say they've truly seen you at your worst and vice versa. Besides, San doesn't pay you much mind anyways, too engrossed in his gift to notice you changing.

You've just finished pulling your shirt on when you catch him eyeing you with one eyebrow raised. "What?"

He clears his throat theatrically, holding up the glittery pink card you bought for no more than two dollars. "'I think you're out of this world,'" He reads, turning the card to reveal a picture of a cheesy cartoon alien once he's done. "Really?"

"What? It's cute and it was on sale!" You giggle. The smile that breaks his playfully judgemental expression is enough to light the room. "Just keep going, there's more."

San neatly tucks the card back into its envelope. You take a seat beside him, watching while you tie your sneakers. At the bottom of the bag, underneath his favorite candy and snacks, sits a little box wrapped in shiny red paper. He holds it up, looking at you with an expression that reads what is this?

"Open it," you encourage.

He's gentle as he peels back the tape sealing what's inside, mumbling something about being able to use the wrapping paper for your next birthday gift as well.

While what's hidden inside the paper is no surprise to you, anticipation still grips your insides. The last of the paper falls away, revealing a hinged black box with a silver logo that sparks recognition in San's wide eyes. He looks at you, then the box, and to you once more before settling back on the box.

"This is . . ." He starts.

"I hope it's the right one, I went back to get that bracelet you pointed out a few weeks ago when we passed by the antique shop."

San opens the box and inside sits a silver chain bracelet, adorned with a singular little mountain charm. "I can't believe you remembered that," he whispers, delicately lifting the bracelet to examine it further. He then slips it onto his wrist, turning it this way and that to watch how it catches the light.

It was by no means some huge expensive gift, the owner of the old shop was more than happy for it to finally find a new home. But the way San's eyes lit up when he spotted it through the window was enough for you to know it was priceless. Though you knew he likely would never go back to get it for himself, and Valentine's seemed like a good enough excuse to get it for him.

"Thank you, Y/N. Seriously, I love it so much."

"I'm glad," you give him a smile, though it's nothing compared to his. "Now enough sappy shit, I have work soon." You snatch your keys from your bedside table and gesture for him to get up. He stands, though not without a groan of annoyance, "It's so stupid you have to work on a holiday."

"Like I have anything better to do today."

San follows you back out to the kitchen, spotting the long-forgotten remnants of your cereal still sitting on the counter. He lets out a soft "Oh!" and picks it up, taking a heaping spoonful into his mouth. It makes you cringe, the flakes so swelled up and half dissolved from how long it has been sitting there. It might as well be illegal to consume.

"You're seriously disgusting."

"And you're seriously wasteful. Besides I thought you were late, do you really have time to be heckling me?" He glares.

"I am and I’m blaming you." You state, glancing at the time once more.

You're halfway out the door when San calls out for you again. "Text me when you get off, I'll order takeout and we can watch shitty romcoms until you feel better."

While you're not sure watching movies about people finding their true love will necessarily make you feel better, San always does. So you don't think about it much and give quick confirmation before rushing out the front door and down the steps of your building.

To say work was horrible would be an understatement. As if watching your friends post their Valentine's gifts and significant others online wasn't already bad enough, serving table after table of happy couples was worse. Throughout the night, you were constantly subjected to copious amounts of PDA and extravagant confessions of love. Even witnessing a proposal at the end of your shift. Not to mention tonight's dinner rush was particularly bad at tipping.

But the cherry on top came when a customer, in a horrible attempt to impress his date, decided to nitpick at every tiny aspect of your service. Not refilling their wine fast enough, not checking on them enough, not being cheery enough, anything and everything he could think of.

The relentless critiques while being surrounded by the one thing you wished to avoid today stirred up every unresolved emotion from earlier. Turning your tastebuds sour once more. When your shift was up, you drove home as fast as you possibly could, completely forgetting your promise to let San know when you'd be back. The thought didn't even register until you pulled into your apartment's parking lot. That's right, San wanted to watch movies.

There's a part of you that wants to cancel on him. You're so tired and beaten down from the day that you honestly want nothing more than to tuck yourself away in bed and sleep for days. San would understand. He'd be disappointed, but understanding. Just as he always is. But when you open the door, the apology speech you'd been planning to let him down with dies out on the tip of your tongue at the sight before you.

Your usually messy and rather bland apartment is lined wall to wall with twinkling fairy lights. Their soft yellow glow illuminate the otherwise dim room. The scent of warm chocolate lingers in their air, mixing with the cinnamon-scented candle San always keeps lit. It's all very magical, yet confusing. You rack your brain as to why San chose today of all day to decorate.

Dropping your keys and bag by the door you venture further into the space. Peaking around the living room for San, you find the area to be completely vacant. You check the kitchen next, but there's still no sign of your roommate. However, what you do find is quite the arrangement of items set up on the kitchen island.

A bouquet of six tulips sit nicely in an ornate glass vase, vibrant in their color. Next to them, a tray of messily crafted chocolate-covered strawberries. Judging by the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, they're homemade. One of San's university sweatshirts is folded up neatly on the other side of the tulips. The one you've always told him you keep one eye on at all times because the design is your favorite and they sold out before you could get one. In the middle of it all sits a small, fuzzy teddy bear. It’s leaned up against a new box of fruity pebbles with a folded-up note in its lap. The writing on it is messy, but unmistakably spells out your name. You instinctively reach for it, flipping it open to reveal two scraggly sentences surrounded by pink and purple hearts.

"Not to be "mushy," but I am "cereal-sly" in love with you. Be my Valentine?"

"You're not supposed to be home yet!" San's startled voice breaks you from your thoughts. You nearly drop the note at his outburst. "I– did I miss your text? I thought I'd have more time, shit– um . . ." San looks frantically between the array of gifts and you. Then says, very unsure of himself, "Surprise."

For the first time in your life, you are truly at a loss for words. Because it's pretty obvious why San set all of this up, but your brain seems to lag at the thought of it. You feel like you need him to confirm before you can believe any of it. "Is this for me?"

He nods. "I know it's not exactly perfect, but after what you said this morning about not having a Valentine, I just thought . . . Well, I thought now might be a good time to tell you I sort of, kind of, maybe like you. Like a lot."

He gets antsy in your silence.

"And I know you said you wanted roses but everywhere was sold out. So that nice lady next door– you know Mrs. Kim– lent me some tulips she picked from her friend's garden. Oh, and everywhere was also sold out of boxed chocolate, but Yunho had some chocolate chips he let me borrow and I picked up some strawberries from that market down the street—"

It's pretty obvious San doesn't plan on ending his rambling any time soon. Words continue to waterfall from his lips, but they're all lost on you. Too overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture and all the work he put into it to register the details of his story. You struggle to find the words to properly convey how much San, and all of this, mean to you. So you discard any semblance of a simple thank you from your tongue and instead take the opportunity to do something you've thought about time and time before.

You waste little time in closing the gap between you and San. Note still clutched in your fingers as you throw your arms around his neck and pull his lips in to meet your own. He reacts impressively fast, holding on to your waist and kissing you back eagerly. The rush of warmth that courses through your veins is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It leaves your mind with no thoughts but those of Choi San.

In your opinion, the moment ends too quickly with San pulling back to look at you. But how can you complain when his eyes hold that much love within them? "You didn't have to do all of this," you whisper after a minute.

San just shrugs, letting his thumb graze over the skin of your cheek. "No, but I wanted to.”

"I love you too, ya know?" You refer to his note. "Even if you like gross soggy cereal."

[wannabe-amateur-writer]

Obey Me! Valentines Day 💕

I'm ill and am heavily procrastinating on all of the work I should be catching up on. Instead this is what you gift them and they gift you for Valentines Day...

Includes: Diavolo and Barbatos (sorry I'm too lazy to write the others)

Diavolo:

He would gift you a fking gold mansion if it wasn't for Barbatos' interference (thanks a lot Barbietos, now I'll never have one >:(( )

"What about 7 horses?"

"M'lord where would MC keep them all? Do you really think Lucifer will allow them to house 7 horses in the House of Lamentation?"

"We could have stables in the garden to house them!!"

"..."

Anyways... Once Barbatos crushes that idea too he tries to lightly nudge (shove) Diavolo in the right direction. Key word: tries.

"Maybe a rose gold watch will be a nice gift for Mc."

"Look! They sell engagement rings!!"

"Next shop!"

Finally Diavolo settles on taking you to his private beach for the week. He has Barbatos' approval since the poor butler was about to go into cardiac arrest from this whole ordeal and he now has an entire week to recover. Seriously next Valentines day Barbatos is going to hide out and send Lucifer to help instead.

You get Diavolo a gold heart shaped locket which he ardently adores since he can put a photo of the two of you inside.

You also managed to buy him a customised plushie of Lucifer riding the pink unicorn which has him dying. He will never let anyone see it just in case Lucifer finds out about it.

You guys will be having a lot of dinner dates on your beach getaway and Diavolo may or may not have a certain ring that he bought when Barbatos was distracted.

Barbatos:

He takes you on an evening air balloon ride. I just feel he would do this. (I fking hate heights, no way am I getting on that death trap)

If you're scared of heights he'll somehow convince you to get on (I'd threaten him with a rat!)

The balloon lands on a field where there is a picnic laid out for the two of you. This field has rose bushes dotted around so he may also collect some of them for you.

You get him a toy rat that's designed for cats. Jk, jk. Mc would never do that to Barbatos (or would they...???)

(Imagine how he'd react if you did though 🤣🤣 he may think it's real at first and get into fight stance to kill it but when you burst into laughter he deadpans, realising it was just a dumb toy. He may try kill you instead (you're lucky you two are dating, he may be more merciful) he may also reconsider the whole air balloon and evening picnic plan)

You take him to a tea and biscuit making place that also sells incredibly rare tea leaves. (Obviously this will have to be before the balloon ride or the day after)

You both have some friendly competition to see who could serve the other the best tea with the most delectable biscuits.

You realise immediately how this may backfire on you since he's had thousands of years of practise in his belt.

That doesn't stop you both from having fun though! (As well as potential sabotage???)

"Whoops, didn't see you there", you stifle a laugh upon seeing your boyfriend's shirt now covered in flour.

He blinks in surprise before regaining his composure and facing the counter. "Not to worry, all is well..."

"...Now." He had spun around again and smeared jam over one of your cheeks.

"Hey!" You yell, trying to grab something to retaliate but he only encapsulates your wrists with his own hands, pulling you back to him. He presses a kiss to your forehead before shoving you away from him so he can rush to put his biscuits into the oven before you have the chance to.

"Cheat!!"

"You made me start my batch over by dumping honey into it, I think it's more than deserved."

"I thought it was my bowl, I wasn't intentionally ruining your biscuits!"

"You still haven't apologised."

"And I never will." You cross your arms, facing away from him in mock pettiness. That was a fault on your end though as he sneaks up to you with a handful of flour, ready to piss you off further.

[followmybones]

Valentines Day with Belphegor

2nd person POV, intended male reader but gender neutral; fluff

I wanted to write something for Valentine's Day so have some established relationship Belphie V day content its pretty short but i hope you still enjoy :)

Belphegor wasn't exactly what you might call a romantic person, he’s not the type to make grand gestures or serenade you. He’s also not exactly the type of person to get you flowers for every date, but he still managed to show he cared about you in his own way. 

If you tell him you like Valentine’s day, he’s all over it. Especially if you seem really excited about it, otherwise, he's a lot more chill about it, but he definitely makes a point to put some effort in a valentines date either way.

 Valentine's Day would be one of the times Belphie would get you flowers without you asking, if you did ask he would send you flowers in the morning and then bring you more when he picked you up for your date. 

 He would get you two a table at a nice restaurant. He had made sure they were serving your favorite or at least something he knew you’d enjoy beforehand. You two would have a nice dinner, with little jokes and teasing thrown into comfortable conversations. His hand would only leave yours when he had to eat. The two of you had a table away from most people with a beautiful view of the cityscape. 

 He had even managed to keep the sleep talk to a minimum and only napped a little between dinner and dessert. Not that you minded; he would always let you play with his hair as he slept.

 He is totally smug if he sees his brothers while he’s out with you. Especially if you run into Lucifer, he acts so nonchalant about it for someone who has such a smug look on their face.

  After dinner, he could be talked into taking a nice walk. But don’t be surprised if he leads you toward the first bench he comes across, and he's probably going to fall asleep on your shoulder as you guys continue to talk. 

 After you two get back, he'll usher you up to the attic where Belphie set up a surprise for you. Belphie managed to bargain with Solomon to get him to enchant the ceiling of the attic to emulate the human realm’s stars. He also managed to set out snacks and a record player with a selection of records. He will tease you to 'make sure they’re not cursed before you play them.' Don't be fooled by his teasing, he already made sure they would be safe for his human. 

 After you’ve played a record and taken off your jacket, he’ll drag you to lie next to him on the bed. You honestly should have expected this. Considering how much of an absolute cuddle bug the demon was, you should have expected him to practically purr as he laid his head on your chest with his arms wrapped around you. 

 It wasn’t typical for him to stay up so long when he was cuddled up with you, but today was different. Today he wanted to admire you, he wanted to make sure you knew he cared about you. He knew he could be a little shit, but today Belphie wanted to make sure he perished any doubts you held about the manner of your relationship. 

You could feel Belphie kiss your jaw as you admired the faux stars. “It's pretty, isn’t it starlight,” he murmured against your skin, “I figured it could entertain you as I held you captive in my arms. Maybe next year, I’ll find a way to take you to the real thing. I don’t know if you miss the human realm, but maybe we could make a whole day out of it. You could show me all the best napping spots, and then we could fall asleep in a field together. Just me, my starlight, and the stars. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep talking, but I think anywhere with you sounds nice.”

[dyclerc]

Just a random thing i wrote :)

Sometimes, Paulo feels like he doesn't do enough. He just often feels like he doesn't show his affection towards his lovers a lot. He sometimes would rather just rot in his bed on Valentine's day. Sure, sometimes he has a lover to spend it with. Or the other times, he's just alone in his house.

Some wouldn’t call it a 'lover,' it was just dates. Dates, that were just dates. They didn’t speak after the 14th of February, anyway. He wasn't much of a romantic, maybe he was boring.

First love? Well Paulo thinks that it's supposed to be magical. That he's supposed to cherish his lover forever. That he's supposed to talk about her all the time. That he's supposed to make her smile, and cry.

Sometimes, Paulo wishes that he didn’t ask her out to dinner. She talked, played around with her hair, looked magnificent. Well, she looks gorgeous all the time. But Paulo can never finish his own plate. He loses his appetite.

But Paulo hates wasting food. So he eats, listens to her rambles, gives soft smiles. After the meal, Paulo orders dessert. Her favorite cake, he'd order a slice or two for her. But Paulo could never stomach dessert during that moment, so he'll just have a straight, black coffee.

After a while, hours after the dinner date, He'd find himself wasting food anyway. The bathroom light was too strong, hurting his eyes. Then he finds himself talking to Alvaro on a video call. But it's fine, next year's going to be alright. Or so he hopes.

And then each spring, each March feels so blissful. Paulo's not quite sure why, it feels slow and calming. Paulo sometimes just wants to drown in the blooming flowers, instead of the fake ones he'd buy.

Sometimes, it isn't enough. Sometimes he finds it way too hard to speak. Sometimes he'd just rather stay silent. Sometimes he'd just rather let one of his teammates do the talking, he's too tired.

Paulo often wonders how Alvaro does it. He often wonders if Alvaro enjoys all these dates, empty promises. Alvaro is way more mature, and charismatic. He always looks like he enjoys it, that he is so in love.

While he wonders all that, Summer comes in a breeze. A very cruel summer, but Paulo still shivers. He is tired. But again he find himself talking to Alvaro one night. Paulo's not melodramatic, he's just pragmatic beyond any.

Sometimes he feels like he has lost his mind. So he searches it with Alvaro.

"Ah, that's silly, don't you think?"

If only he could break one more night.

"I think I've made my choice." Huh? What choice?

—

They had reached the end of a decade.

Now here they are, on the 14th of February, Alvaro is having dinner, Paulo's just drinking a coffee. They are both single. It's surprising, really. Paulo had always thought that Alvaro would soon settle down. Now, Paulo's in his thirties, still can't commit.

"I wish I knew your problems sooner," Paulo heard Alvaro mutter under his breath. You were too busy.

"Ah, everyone has problems."

But just this once, he'd like to see where all those decisions that he gave up on would take him. What if the melatonin had worked? What if he actually had a bigger order? What if he actually ever uttered those eight words, that would change his reality forever?

"I just wish I could've helped you."

"It's fine."

But they'll knock down the pubs before helping you, and burn down your towers before helping you.

They'll charge for your health-care before helping you.

They'll make you jump under trains before helping you.

And even though I'm finished, I'm not quite done with it.

No matter how far I run south, I'm always there.

My lovers, my colleagues, my best friends and enemies.

"I don't think I want to leave you."

Omg my fav ask is back!!

Nothing like a good Valentine's story :')

You always get in my feels omg haha thanks for sharing as always!

[baddieladdie]

Fallout companions patching you up:

Cait: Wraps a cloth bandage around your arm, tying a knot with the last bit of cloth at the place of your injury. The bandage is secure without being too tight, a tribute to the many years Cait had wrapped her own injuries. The pain of your sprain lowly fades. "Don't mention it, rather have you in fightin shape."

Curie: She's a Wizz at it! So many years spent in a lab, researching. She knows exactly how to patch you, no matter the injury or sickness. She's always impressed with the resilience of the human body.

Glory: "Rub some dirt in it, we got a lot more ground to cover" The railroad heavy is heavy set on getting out of harms way and back to headquarters.

Deacon: Deacon isn't a fan of blood 'n gore. He can feel his stomach practicing cartwheels as he watches the blood wind down your leg and pool at your feet. He brings Dr.Carrington over to patch you up. Once you've had a chance to rest, he'll check up on you. And this is where he shines - bringing a smile to your face despite the pain in your leg.

Preston: He is at the ready on a moments notice with his handy first aid kit. It's organized and neat. He takes his time cleaning and patching you up; taking special consideration to be gentle. He'll tell you a story or two about some settlements he had helped in the past.

Danse: The man is a brave and proficient soldier. He'd use the protection and strength of his power armor to get you out of trouble and somewhere safe. Once he finds a safe place to lay you down, his demeanor quickly changes from bold leader to concerned lover. He'll ask about your pain. If you need a doctor, he'll find one. If you need food or otc medicine, he'll bring it right to you. Danse'll do everything he can to protect you during this vulnerable state.

Hancock: The man's a walking pharmacy. He quite literally has it all and knowhow to get you exactly what you need and at the right dose. You see your bright smile reflected in his glossy noir eyes. Maybe it's the high, but perhaps you've never seen such deeply caring eyes.

Nick Valentine: The synth has seen many injuries in this lifetime and past. He knows how exactly how to get you back on your feet. As he bends over your knee, fussing over your injury, you feel safe and secure. You watch his mechanical hand secure the bandage, surprisingly talented at such delicate work.

Nick knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but feel partially to blame. The detective’s life isn’t a cushy one and often gets him, and by extension you, in precarious circumstances. As a mechanical man, he doesn’t feel pain to the extent a flesh and blood human may. And when he’s injured, the repairs take just as long as it takes to find parts. A human body? Well, the healing process is much more complicated. He’ll be giving you preferential treatment over the next week at least.

Dog meat: He will lick, lick, and lick you some more. You’ll take his soft, fluffy cheeks and guide them away from your gash. You had no idea where that pup’s tongue has been and it probably shouldn’t be giving you first aid. But you give him a good pat and praise him. Good boi

X6-88: His dry bedside manner could use some work. But the treatment to your injury is perfect, no waste and perfect sufficient.

Piper: She'd give some sass, scold you playfully for being so reckless. She'll patch you up just fine, but not without a Lil slap on the wrist

[married-to-google-translater]

Hello :D

Im not sure if your requests are open but if they are:

May I request some valentines day kokushibou headCanons?maybe he want to ask his crush out on that day

Fem or gn pls :)

Take care ♪～(´ε｀ )

Kokushibo

Kokushibo would not have had time for a relationship before.

Because of this, a demon over 500 years old has never heard of Valentine’s Day.

You need to explain the Valentine’s Day idea to him.

Kokushibo is not very excited but he is ready to try for you.

Kokushibo would try to make you a Valentine's Day card.

That would look really weird.

But others say nothing because they don’t want Kokushibo to hit them with a sword.

Kokushibo would try to be gentle on Valentine’s Day.

More hugs and kisses.

Kokushibo also tries to express his verbal love more.

Maybe he'll give you some nickname.

He usually calls you by your own name.

If you give Kokushibo a gift he will be really happy.

You can even see him smiling.

Kokushibo thinks spending Valentine's Day with you is nice.

He is looking forward to next year.

This is the only day since he is not fully available to Muzan.

[molotovmetro]

Spending valentine's day with the resident evil guys

Some of these are an established relationship, some aren't to avoid repetition

Warnings: none

Chris Redfield

Chris uses the opportunity to spoil you a bit and puts in extra effort to show you you're loved and appreciated

His work often separates you for long periods of time, so sometimes he doubts himself and his capacity to give you the attention you deserve

So prepare to be woken up with breakfast in bed with heart shaped toast and rose petals and all the sappiest stuff he could think of

He may have asked one of his friends for help, probably Jill or Claire because they wouldn't laugh at this poor lovesick man. Not too much, at least

If you don't like all of that stuff, he can keep it casual. Although he will feel kinda bad about it, it makes him feel like he doesn't love you enough or something to do all of that for you

He thinks it's silly he puts this much effort in for a made up holiday, but he's secretly a sap so he enjoys it

Leon S. Kennedy

This man is just desperate for some time off

So when it comes to valentine's day, he's more than happy to whatever you want, as long as he can spend it with you

If you want big romantic gestures and candlelight dinners, he can do that. But he's just as happy to watch crappy tv shows with greasy takeout. He always has fun when you're around

He might get you flowers, but he likes waiting for the next day when all the chocolates are on sale and then eat as many as you can together

Albert Wesker

If you want to do something with this man on valentine's, you're gonna have to drag him out

He's fine with something like dinner, but he's going to complain about you keeping him from his work the entire time

If it truly means that much to you, he'll try to be a bit more generous with affection

Frankly, he thinks valentine's day is bullshit. He's not going to love you more one day of the year just because society says he should. He does everything on his own terms. This includes loving you, which isn't necessarily a bad thing

But be warned, he might try to give you a human heart as a joke

Finn Macauley

Finn is so incredibly nervous, the poor boy

It's his first time asking someone out, and he's determined to do it right

Not that there is a right way to ask someone out, but he's gonna try to do it anyway

He'll get flowers (and then momentarily pray to whoever's listening you're not allergic or anything), and something he knows you like. Be it a snack, a trinket, or a stuffed animal, he will get you a little gift

He wants to hold your hand so bad. Normally he'd overthink something like this, but you accepting his invitation for a date gives him a confidence boost. He's still blushing when laces his fingers with yours, though

The first thing he does when he gets home is tell his mom how it went

Piers Nivans

Piers is another one who's willing to adapt to his partner

If he's single he mostly ignores valentine's day, but if he's in a relationship he'll try to at least do something special

He doesn't get a whole lot of free time to spend with you due to his work, so he always tries to put in the extra mile for you

Of you leave it all to him, he'll probably take you out for dinner, he does love a good steak after all, and maybe a movie after, whether it's at the movie theater or at home

He might complain, but he'll actually love it if you drag him along to do something really silly or even weird

If you want to impress him, take him out for a game of paintball. He's rather competitive and a great shot, so chances are you won't win, but you're pretty much guaranteed to have the time of your life

[softxsuki]

Hello Han! I am here again requesting for a soft fluff with Bakugo and Fem!Reader. Kacchan will be writing to his future wife, his baby/babe, their wedding being on the day after Valentine's Day because he doesn't want to be too cliche on the date and knows he and his SO deserve their own love day. He'll be a Pro Hero by then and would have met reader at UA, the overly competitive girl who both irritated and impressed him. Their story went from friendship to romance. Thank you Han <3

Bakugou's Letter To His Future Wife

Valentines Day Letter Event Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: ProHero!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Wedding AU (is that a thing?)

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 680

Summary: In which Bakugou leaves a letter for you under your keys in the morning before leaving for patrol.

[A/N: Hey! Thank you again for the inspiration behind this event. I had a great time writing these letters even if it did get a little tiring sometimes. Hopefully this came out the way your imagined it. It was my first time ever writing letters so I feel like it was a learning experience for me. Hope you enjoy! And Happy Valentine's Day <3]

It was Valentine's Day and the day before you’d be wed to Bakugou.

Your heart was fluttering the whole day in pre-wedding day excitement. Bakugou was out doing his last rounds of patrol for the day before he’d get a few days off to spend with you for your wedding and your honeymoon. You were already running late for your first appointment of the day, needing to get your hair, nails, and all the other necessities completed to ensure you looked your best on your special day.

You scramble to throw your shoes on your feet and grab your keys before racing out there door, but an envelope placed just under your keys with your name written on it stops you completely in your tracks. The fact that you were running late flew completely out of your mind as you grab the envelope, cautiously opening it before reading it’s contents;

Y/N,

Happy Valentine's Day, but babe, moving forward, our Wedding day will be the New National day of love for us–way better than some commercialized day of love, ours will be real. Though I know you enjoy it so Happy Valentine's Day. I’m sorry I can’t be with you today, it’s my last day of patrol before you have me all to yourself for the next two weeks.

I still remember the day we first met, you irritated the ever-loving life out of me. If you had told me back then that I’d one day be marrying you, I would have laughed in your face because it felt so impossible. But then I saw how capable you were–you truthfully impressed me beyond words and we became some-what friends; from the occasional training we did together, that progressed to hanging out outside of the gym, and getting lunch together, my feelings eventually grew. They came out of nowhere and confused me as I had never felt that way about anyone before, so I pushed you away, thinking it was for the best and I saw how sad I made you. Then I let all my feelings out impulsively one day after you yelled at me for being insensitive to you, and that’s where we began. Now look at us–about to be husband and wife for the rest of our lives.

I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle knowing that I’ll officially be able to call you mine; to love and protect you until I take my last breath. I know I don’t sound like myself right now, maybe because I’m writing this instead of saying it to your face, I feel like my emotions are just writing themselves out like I’m writing a diary entry shut up, don’t laugh.

But all in all I just want to say that I love you and I can’t wait to be your husband. We’ll forever be celebrating our true day of love on the 15th of February every year from now on. Wait up for me?

Your future Husband,

Bakugou Katsuki.

Your heart was hammering in your chest at the uncharacteristically sweet words that you’d probably never let him forget–forever teasing him but appreciating his heartfelt words for years to come. You knew marrying Bakugou would be the best decision you could make and you couldn’t wait to start a new chapter of your life with him as your husband.

Though your joy is cut off by the sound of your phone ringing, the name of your hair salon pops up, making you realize that you were supposed to be in a rush. You pick up the phone hastily.

“Yes yes, I’m so sorry for making you wait for me. I’m on my way now, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Sorry for the delay!”

You hang-up the phone quickly before tucking the letter into your bag and once again continuing your race out the door before all your appointments for the day get pushed back.

You made sure to make a mental note to call your future hubby later to thank him for the sweet letter, hoping you’d make him as flustered as he made you.

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 2/14/2022

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

🕯Anon said : Can I request headcanons with a Modern Au Teacher!Erwin and his s/o is a slightly famous artist like a painter that’s always in the basement. Maybe have a moment where the art teacher begs him to bring them to the school when they find out who Erwin is with. ? 🕯

Teacher!Erwin brings you, a famous painter, to work.

{ Erwin x Reader | tw:none | fluff, suggestive kiss | modern }

{ "Leisurely Sunday in the Villa Comunale in Naples" 1993 by Francesco Tammaro Born in 1939 }

Grassy fields surrounded the old big building as the trees undressing of their leaves onto the sidewalks, currently being swept away by the janitor.

Students were filling the halls, the sound of chatter and laughter following after. Outside in the yard, the whistle of the gym teacher could be heard following by heavy footsteps as the football team started their morning practice. Not long after the bell rang, the halls were empty again only for some crumbled papers and snack covers left behind.

"Pigs, all of them. There's a trashcan right there." Levi scrunched his nose at the smell of axe spray and deodorant near the trophy cases. "Tell Miche to spray his running monkeys with soap every once in a while."

"Now now, what got you so grumpy this early in the morning?" Adjusting the lab coat on their suit, Hange replied. "Oh cut the kids some slack, their big game is coming soon or something."

"And he's been implenting a more strick hygiene policy." Said Erwin, holding a plastic binder with a stack of exam papers, mostly marked red. "He's trying to convince the principal to ban deodorant during practice because it's making his nose burn."

Huffing in response, Levi crossed his arms. "Yeah because the principle will definitely listen to him after that whole sniffing people scandal- Hey! Brats, don't you have classes"

As Levi went to scold the two students currently hanging a handmade poster for the upcoming game on the wall, a couple of students came up to Hange, looking in a hurry as they explained the Science lab was locked and they're getting tired of sitting on their backpacks outside.

Soon after, Erwin too made his way to class.

Upon entering the room, the talking quieted down as the squeaking sound of people going back to their own desks followed. Walking upfront, Erwin dropped the binder on his desk beside the empty mug, a couple of groans filled the room as the students realised what it was.

"Mr.Smith, didn't we just take the test yesterday? Shouldn't you like...I don't know double check or something? Maybe you rushed grading them?" One student called from the back as some chuckles and agreement followed from the rest.

Taking the stacks of papers out, Erwin made his way between the students, giving each on their graded paper. "I don't know Connie, maybe you should've double checked your answers instead?"

The playful atmosphere of the classroom was cut short as the door slammed open, making everyone freeze in their seats, none other than the art teacher walked in.

Nile Dawk, current art teacher who fails at least a quarter of his class each year. Who has oh just the most swell relationship with Erwin and anyone can tell you that.

You see, Erwin adored art, both the classic and the modern. Nile admired history and knew just how each art era had its link to a historical event.

And the pair couldn't stand each other.

Crossing his arms, Nile said "Erwin, you have explaining to do." Before dropping a newly printed magazine onto his desk, 

Its cover, showing a brand new art museum that just finished construction and is hosting a lot of different paintings from unrecognised underground talents. 

"Nile, I think you misunderstand. I teach history, I'm not an architect." He said raising an eyebrow, before tilting his head as if he's deep in thought, "or do you want me to explain what a museum is?"

Sneering at his remark, Nile flipped through the pages till he reached a certain one. It depicted a one of the paintings that will be displayed in the museum, a portrait of a blond man with broad shoulders and sharp blue eyes seemingly distracted from reality by the book in his hand.

The soft glow of the fireplace next to the red armchair he sat in, adding a certain orange hue to his light complexion. His long fingers holding the leather book as a glass-stained maroon vase sat on the small table behind him, containing a single red rose.

It's clear from the details poured into his eyes and the shading for each strand of his hair that whoever made this painting, held a great affection for the man.

"Now Mr.history teacher, care to explain why your face is on this painting? By one of the few promising artists of this useless generation?."

Hushed murmurs filled the classroom as students took out their phones googling the name y/n, showing each other the said painting while staring with wide eyes at Erwin.

Rubbing his temple with his fingers, Erwin frowned at the scene the other was causing. Knowing very well it won't take long for this fire to spread, he decided to add more fuel to the flames.

He took a long breath, before telling the class to quiet down with a stern expression. 

"Mr.Dawk, are you really asking me why y/n, my love, the person I'm married to, paint me?" He said facing the other, looking directly into his eyes. "Maybe you should ask y/n instead if you're so insisting on forcing yourself in my private life."

Narrowing his eyes, Nile snorted. "You know what Erwin? Maybe I should.

And that's the story Erwin told you while having dinner that day.

He looks at you with pleading eyes as if to silently apologise for dragging you into this mess, his plate still half full and drink untouched.

Please reassure him that it's alright, you don't mind taking a day off to visit his work

He'll reach out to gently squeeze your hand in his, whispering a small thank you as his thumb rubs against your skin.

He also says he'll do the dishes that day, you can go rest and he will join you in bed after a while, a relieved smile on his face.

The next day, as he wakes up early like usual. He makes sure to wake you up with a kiss, stroking your face before murmuring "good morning" against your lips. 

He knows because of your work you don't wake up early, so he's really patient and understanding if you happen to get grumpy for a while.

Handing you a warm drink to help wake you up, he'll make sure you eat something before changing and heading out.

You're not surprised to find him already done and dressed himself.

Hair as perfect as usual.

On the drive to school, you'll feel the cool morning air against your skin while your head leans back into the seat, eyes fluttering shut.

You can have your mini nap, Erwin will make sure to wake you up when you arrive.

When arriving, he made sure to open the car door for you. The fresh air and green scenery surrounded you both.

When arriving at the teacher's lounge, you're almost surprised to see two people already there from how early it was.

The first was sitting on the old black couch near the window, his dirty blond bangs covering his eyes. The second you could see making tea on the other side of the room Where the kitchenware was.

Both of them glanced up when Erwin called their name, staring at the way he had an arm wrapped around your waist while introducing you.

It was Miche who came first, standing from the couch you noticed just how tall he was. Offering your hand for him to shake, only for him to pull you into a tight hug instead.

He pulled away, tapping his nose before a smile slowly formed on his face, nodding in approval

The second was Levi, who ignored your offered hand only to sip on his teacup, assessing you up and down.

Not too long after, a person with a messy ponytail and a colorful lab coat arrived.

They took one glance at you, then the matching wedding rings on yours and Erwins fingers before taking an immediate interest in you.

Hange asked questions faster than you can answer them, with sparkling eyes and a wide smile.

At the first sign of you being uncomfortable, it was Levi who stepped in to tell Hange to tone it down before apologizing to you.

And it was Miche who got you some snacks from the teacher's secret stash after.

You've heard stories and one sided phone calls about them from Erwin, yet it still didn't prepare you for actually meeting them.

While overwhelming at first, the more time you spent talking as Erwin reassuringly sat beside you, you noticed how genuinely interested they were.

Levi, while seemingly cold, was actually the most considerate and paid the most attention to you. He'd step in whenever things got too much and would be really polite despite having a colourful language. By the end of it he even made you some tea, something that seemed to surprise Erwin and the rest.

"It's just...he never trusted someone this quickly before."

Hange was genuinely interested in you, having researched you and your art beforehand. They really were eager to hear even the most boring details and were capable of understanding your way of thinking. They even gave you a small rubber frog they carried around in their pocket to hand out. It would've been cute wasn't for the fact immediately after they mentioned the real human skeleton they have pinned to the lab door.

"His name is bean! I've been actually investing into getting him a human heart for Valentine's day, but all the ones I've found so far were in jars."

The most quiet of them was actually Miche, although he'd smile at you whenever you looked his way. Despite his intimidating size you learned how harmless and easy going he is, the most chill out of the three. He did mention knowing Erwin for the longest time out of them, having been childhood friends even. He promised to tell you all the embarrassing secrets Erwin tried to erase from existence as he added his number on your phone.

"He ain't as proper as he looks, I got the dirt on him."

You saw Erwin's jaw tightening before he changed the subject quickly, giving the side eye to Miche who only smiled back.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, Erwin didn't leave your side for one minute and made sure to check on you constantly. 

He introduced you to the rest of the teachers and seemed only amused at any teasing he got from students passing by.

By the end of the day, as the sun began to set and the students already done with their clubs, you and Erwin had one final place to go.

The art classroom.

"Just one more thing before that" he told you, guiding you into an empty classroom.

You saw his desk, the mug you gifted him on father's day as a joke sat on his desk, several paper sketches you made were framed next to it.

It was his classroom, with only you and him, the door open.

He closed it.

You stood against his desk as he moved closer, arms circling you, not breaking eye contact.

"May I?" He whispered, licking his own lips.

As he got your permission, he pressed his lips against yours, arm stroking your back before pulling away after some seconds.

He rubbed your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, a small smile on his face before pulling away.

Your heart was still fluttering against your chest as you left the classroom, while Erwin seemed to be smiling at nothing with a slight curl to his lips, steps more lighter than before.

Right after that he took you to the art classroom. The smell of oil paint and sound of brushes scratching against paper filling the air.

Stepping inside, the scratching sound stopped as a certain black haired man stared at you, eyes wide and lips parted.

Disbelief clear in his face, Nile was quick to mask his emotions as he noticed the smugness Erwin was in.

"Nile, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely darling, y/n." There was a chipper to Erwin's voice as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. 

[passivenovember]

Another stupid Harringrove HC bc I'm full of them! Billy being the kind of obnoxious ass who will be pouring you a drink all 'tell me when to stop' and everytime Steve gets distracted or looks away he just keeps pouring until the drink is overflowing and spilling out of the cup and all over the table and he'll still keep going until Steve says 'Stop!', meaning, 'what the fuck, Billy!?' and 'WOAH' and 'knock it off!' are not accepted.

I'm so sorry this took so long!!

When you sent me this I was over the moon because this?? Is Billy's humor exactly. I thought for so long about the perfect universe to build for you, but instead put it in one of my WIPs.

This is a snippet from chapter seven of If Snow Loves the Trees and Fields. I hope you enjoy it.

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"How many bottles of this shit do you keep on hand?"

"Cosmo says we should drink a glass of wine a night, so." Billy counts on his fingers. "Four? Seven? I dunno." He giggles. "Is there something in there you like?"

Steve hiccups, moving to cover his mouth with one hand but giggling when the hiccup beats him to it. He looks at Billy with wide, playful eyes. "How many bottles have we had, then, is anyone keeping count?"

His cheeks are so pink.

Billy's never even seen a shade of pink that vibrant, that lovely, and he feels like it could be a fluke because he works in a kindergarten classroom, for Christ sake. Some of his kids have the big pack of Crayola with everything from bubblegum to magenta wasted on cheap construction paper, but Steve.

He has them all beat, the way his tongue pokes out to put a glaze on his lips.

Pink pink pink.

Billy pours them each another glass, leaning heavily on the coffee table to keep from tipping over. "Where did the other bottles go?" He whispers.

Steve looks around wildly, shifting on his haunches to look under the coffee table. When he pops back up he nearly knocks the glass over and that sends them rolling down the hill. Clutching their sides in laughter.

"I love wine." Billy says, finishing his glass. "I love spilling stuff, too. Creating puddles to jump around in."

"I didn't mean to spill."

"You didn't, but you could." Billy slaps a thick, heavy hand on the hardwood below him. "Just dump the whole fuckin' bottle out, if you want to. These babies are indestructible."

Steve gasps, leaning all the way across the coffee table until Billy thinks maybe his head has filled with helium. "My friend just had a baby."

Billy wants to throw up. "Congratulations."

"Babies really are indestructible," Steve says with a voice full of glittering wonder. "The baby will crawl the fuck around sometimes, and I'm always worried his little arms will break when Robin swaddles him because it looks uncomfortable--"

"I like being swaddled." Billy says. Matter of fact.

But Steve isn't listening. He makes a bowl shape with his hands, like, "And his little noggin' just finished growing, like. Yesterday." He folds his arms, frowning. "I'm surprised Robin and her nanny haven't dropped him yet."

Billy leans back on his palms. "What about her husband, does he have a hand in all this?"

"She's raising the baby on her self."

"Like, on her tit? Breastfeeding?" Billy whispers, nearly dying when Steve's wine comes out through his nose.

They spend the next five minutes cleaning up peach scented snot with a paper towel, joining each other on the floor in front of the couch. Almost touching but not quite, as Billy gets the last of it, his fingers gentle on Steve's chin to hold him still.

Billy likes touching Steve.

Billy wants them to be like this forever, and for always. Drinking wine on his living room floor in damp, distant candle light. Steve's eyes have gone heavy lidded, like he's bare-knuckle boxing to stay awake. Billy runs his thumb over Steve's mouth, pretending to dab away the last bit of boogers.

Steve leans into the touch.

Billy keeps touching him. "Maybe you should lay down," He says. "Does your head hurt?"

"My nose burns. It feels like sizzling bacon." Steve wines, and.

It's adorable. Billy pulls Steve to his chest on impulse and Steve doesn't think twice about it, laying down with his head in Billy's lap once he manages to slide from collarbone to hip. His nose is red.

Pink and red, like valentines day.

Billy plays with Steve's hair, winding strands around his fingers and tugging until Steve bats at him, lazy and slow. "Don't pull my hair out of my head, Bill."

"I won't."

"I need it."

Billy grins. "For what?"

"For love. And Sex. And engagement photos, when he finally puts two and two together."

"When who puts two and three--"

"Two."

"Can we stop talking about math?" Billy whines, tugging on Steve's hair again. "Jesus, I feel like I've done more math today than I have in fucking years."

Steve giggles, high and light like a baby. "God help the youth of Hawkins."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're cute." Steve pouts, turning until his nose is buried in Billy's stomach. When he speaks again the words are all muffled. "I should help you find a wife."

And.

Billy doesn't even want to get into that. The impossibility of it all.

"Oh sure, maybe I'll date your friend with the baby," Billy teases, smirking when Steve bites him. "I'm not so good with babies but once the kid can shit in a toilet we'll be best pals."

Steve sits like the ground is on fire, getting right up in Billy's face. "You can't marry her." Steve says triumphantly.

Billy tucks the hair behind Steve's ears. "Why not?"

"Because she's a lesbian." Harrington pokes Billy's nose with his finger, and then with his own nose, like, "Ha-ha, you little cherub asshole, I foiled your plan!"

Steve giggles.

And rocks them back and forth.

And keeps staring at Billy with those eyes. All soft, so.

Billy moves away. "You getting sleepy?"

Steve cranes his neck to stare at the half empty bottle of Boone's on the floor next to them. He raises his eyebrows once, twice, three times, until Billy shakes his head.

"You need water, Harrington."

"I want wine."

"You're gonna hate yourself in the morning."

Steve gets on his haunches, finally pulling away from Billy to grab their empty glasses. He holds them over his head, like, "I'd never hate waking up here." And the glasses make little lady bug antenna's on Steve's head, so.

Who is Billy to argue.

He grabs the bottle and sets up shop, telling Steve to put the glasses on the coffee table so they won't spill.

Steve's lips form a pout. "You promised me a puddle to jump around in."

"I didn't--"

"You mentioned puddles to a drunk bisexual, Billy." Steve says, the picture of resolve. "What else is a gay to do? Forget about it? Move on?"

Billy shakes his head, putting the spout of the bottle over Steve's wine glass. "Tell me when to stop, pretty boy."

Steve nods with his whole body as the glass turns orange in the candle light.

Billy glances at Steve, watching him watch the bottle drain. "Um, Steve?"

"Yeah?" Steve says dreamily.

The glass starts to overflow.

Harrington jolts into action, like, "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting you some wine."

"It's spilling all over the place--"

"I thought you wanted a puddle, Steve."

"I was joking."

"Well you have to tell me when you stop." Billy says, almost bored. Like this is something he does everyday.

"Okay," Steve says, as if gathering his thoughts.

Billy keeps going.

Steve swats him, like, "I said okay, what the fuck--"

"Yeah, but you didn't say stop."

"Well fucking STOP, Billy." Steve laughs, loud and bright. "You're crazy, you know that? Like an apple falling from the tree or whatever it is they say?"

And that's not at all what they say, but.

Steve's fingers make little splashes in the puddle Billy creates for them, anyway, until the room seems to disappear.

[elisaphoenix13]

Somebody To Love (Ch.2)

"Peter, I'm pregnant."

Peter snaps out of his inner turmoil with a sputter and he looks at Cassie with wide eyes. "I...what?! How's that possible?! We haven't--"

"I'm not. But you weren't listening so I was trying to get your attention. You were off in your own little world so I had to stoop to that level. How dare you." Cassie teases.

"Ugh. Sorry. There's just...a lot." Peter says looking around the mall.

It wasn't a total lie. Valentine's Day was the day for baked goods, chocolate, and women -- and even some men -- to use their gifts of perfume and cologne. The noise along with the overwhelming smells were threatening to send Peter into sensory overload. But that wasn't the only reason Peter was out of it. 

"Do we need to go outside?" Cassie asks softly and Peter shakes his head.

"No. I'm good! It's just taking me a little bit to adjust like usual." Which was the truth. "Where did you want to go next?"

"Well, before you so kindly tuned me out…" Peter winces but Cassie smiles at him. She was only joking. "I was saying that I would like to go to that new store that opened up. It's supposed to have cookies, small cakes, and other things. I've heard it's really good."

"If we do, you'll have to get Mom something chocolate because he'll smell it on you a mile away." Peter jokes and laughs when Cassie slaps his arm.

"He's not that bad!" Cassie huffs and then sighs when Peter continues to laugh. "Okay, he kind of is. He even knows when one of us is sick without leaving a room."

"Oh yeah, that happened last night apparently. Mom woke up in the middle of the night and somehow knew Thomas was sick." Peter tells her as she leads the way to the bakery. "Thomas calls it his Valentine's curse. I guess he gets sick every year on Valentine's Day."

"Maybe he's heart sick."

"That's cheesy even for you...and I'm pretty sure Thomas doesn't care about any of that."

Cassie shrugs. "Nothing wrong with that."

Peter agrees with a hum and when they step into the bakery, he almost has to step back out. It was like he was hit with a wall of mixed smells ranging from the baked goods and the perfumes the customers were wearing and it was potent. He managed to take a couple of deep breaths though and keep himself from having sensory overload. The line wasn't too long and when it was their turn, he was sure Cassie was going to buy out the entire store.

"A couple of those triple chocolate brownies, some of those heart cookies for the girls...and--oh! A pound of the chocolate covered coffee beans for Tony! Then some--"

Peter couldn't help but snicker. Cassie always thought of everyone when she visited a store like this, and especially made sure that the girls would also get something for Valentine's Day. Of course, it was all coming out of Peter's wallet, but he didn't mind. He loved how thoughtful his girlfriend was and he had so much money that he didn't even know what to do with it most of the time. His parents were generous with their allowances.

He enjoyed listening to Cassie order more and more treats, making the clerk extremely happy in the process, until he suddenly got a whiff of peppermint. He had to quickly take out his wallet and hand it to Cassie. "I'm going to wait out by the benches."

Cassie looks back at him and nods as she takes his wallet. "Okay. Do you want anything?"

"Sure. You know what I like." Peter says before making a quick retreat out of the shop. He takes a couple of deep breaths when he's far enough away and fortunately feels his nausea ebb away.

Peppermint wasn't really common outside of December, but it was a bakery so it was more common to be there year round. Maybe there was peppermint bark or peppermint patties.

Cassie walked out a few minutes later with a large paper bag in her arms to add to the many that Peter was already holding. "Was it the peppermint?" She asks.

"Yeah. Sorry. Where to now?"

"I think I've had enough of the mall today," she admits. "Want to head home?"

"I'd rather drive around for a bit before we go from one chaotic place to another." Peter answers as they walk for the doors. The bakery was actually close to where they parked so it didn't take them long to get outside and for Peter to take a deep breath of fresh air.

No overwhelming perfumes.

They put their bags in the trunk of the car when they arrived, and once they got in the car, Peter turned it on and backed out of the spot and left the parking lot. He took all the quieter scenic routes through the city, which were admittedly very few, but it gave him a chance to wind down. He enjoyed listening to Cassie jokingly review some of the treats she had bought after trying them, and she even reached over to stuff a mini heart cookie in his mouth.

"So? What do you think?" Cassie wonders and Peter chews thoughtfully.

"Hmm...yours are definitely better." He answers as he turns down the street to head back to the tower.

"Brown-noser." Cassie laughs.

Peter grins. "Okay, okay. They are pretty good compared to other places I've been. Think Mom will like his brownies?"

"I don't think I've ever seen him turn his nose up at any kind of chocolate."

They both laugh as Peter pulls into the garage and parks, finding that Harley and William were also home as well when he saw his older brother's car. Peter and Cassie got out, retrieved their bags, and took the elevator up to the family floor where Cassie immediately deposited the large paper bag on the counter. Stephen turns to look at it and raises an eyebrow.

"What exactly did you buy?" He asks.

"A bakery. There are some triple chocolate brownies in there for you, chocolate covered coffee beans for Tony, and heart cookies for the girls. Everything else is for whoever wants it." Cassie explains.

"This family really is trying to give me diabetes." Stephen sighs, but he smiles. "Thank you Cassie."

"You're welcome!" She takes Peter's hand and walks upstairs to his room with him where they deposit the rest of the bags on the bed.

He wasn't even sure what was in most of them.

"I don't know why we even put these here." Cassie says as she grabs the bags again and takes them off the bed to put out of the way on the floor. "How about a movie?"

"As long as it's not the Notebook." Peter snorts as he falls back onto his bed.

"Ugh no. That movie is overrated." She sits with her legs crossed next to him and grabs the remote, finding a movie, and putting it on just as Tibbs jumps onto the bed with a piece of paper in his mouth. "Hey Tibbs, did you get into Dia's paper again?"

Peter watches with bated breath as Cassie takes the paper from the feline, and she raises an eyebrow when she notices that it wasn't just any scrap of paper. It was folded and clearly had something written inside. When she opened it, Cassie went rigid and her eyes widened as her mouth went slack. Peter sat up when she didn't move after a few more moments and he yelped in surprise when she suddenly turned and dove into his arms with a tight hug. He actually had to throw his arm out and use his spider grip so they wouldn't tumble off the bed and to the floor.

"Oh my god! Yes!" Cassie cups his face and kisses him as Tibbs bats the note around until it falls to the floor, its words exposed.

Will you marry me?

Cassie only saw the ring after she calmed down enough to see that Tibbs was wearing it on his collar.

[shra-vasti]

JEON WONWOO

Series : To all the boys

Pairing : Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Type : non idol au, ex-lovers au

Genre : angst, drama, fluff, romance

Warnings : none

Word count : 1.5k approx

Synopsis : You decided to write some letters to every boy who was a part of your past as your last message after getting diagnosed with chronical disease.

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You glared at Wonwoo when he tried to reach for your hand for the umpteenth time, you were angry at him and wanted to be in peace alone but he wasn't having any of it.

"Why are you so angry at me, is Seokmin that important to you?"

His question made you stop in your track, you crossed your arms across your chest clearly irritated at him.

"His importance isn't the topic of discussion but you beating him up just because he confessed he has feelings for me is."

He rolled his eyes at you making you huff in annoyance in return. You had just come to know about Wonwoo beating Seokmin up just because he confessed of having feelings for you.

"I just wanted to see if he was joking around, don't want your feeling to get hurt."

"How ironic."

"Don't show your attitude to me."

"Wonwoo please, I told you we are just talking, he did say he had feelings for me but that doesn't give you any right to beat him up."

He shook his head getting more and more irritated as the argument continued. He couldn't understand why you were getting so defensive over Seokmin, whose presence was unknown to you few months prior.

"Okay, I confess I may have threatened him and warn him to never play with your feelings and I may have grabbed his collar in this process but I just bluffed in front of you when I said I beat him up, I didn't know you would get so defensive of your lover."

You faceplamed yourself shocked to even think any of this being real.

"I for sure knew what he feels for me is genuine, you didn't have to confirm it like that but tell me what do you think? He's playing with me or?"

Wonwoo looked at you then at his feet, contemplating what to do to which you just groan in frustration making him sigh and continue.

"He genuinely feels for you, he's a good guy he'll keep you happy."

"You think so?"

"Well, he promised me."

"So, you want to say you're okay with me dating him?"

Wonwoo's breath hitched as he looked at you, he knew Seokmin would keep you happy but he wanted to be selfish and keep you at bay.

"You can date him if you want."

You waited for him to continue, your own heart beating loudly as thoughts ran inside your head.

If he said he wanted you to date Seokmin and it didn't affect him you'll do it, you'll give yourself a chance to love someone else and if he wanted you to stay then you wanted him to accept you in front of everyone.

You were tired of waiting for him, you wanted to enjoy your life without the constant heartbreaks he was throwing towards you.

"He's a good guy like I said, it's your life do whatever you want."

"You...aren't going to stop me? What if I fall in love with him, he's a great guy after all."

"You don't fall in love that easily but like I said it's your life."

You looked at him to find any hidden feelings in his eyes but he refused to have any eye contact with you. He looked at the side, gulping but he didn't meet your eyes.

"You sure about it? I'll accept him if you'll say that it doesn't affect you."

You took few steps closer to him, engulfing him in a hug, it was your first and last time to hold him, you knew it. This time around though, it didn't felt wrong cause you knew it was the last.

You didn't push him when he held you just as much tightly as you did.

"Tell me Wonwoo."

"I want you to be happy y/n, I'm sorry I kept you waiting but you deserve to be happy."

He pull away turning around, stuffing his hands inside his pockets making his way back inside the school.

"As you wish, I hope you realize I'm letting you go."

You looked at his retreating figure, he looked so casual about it, it was almost as if he was testing you, of whether you are strong enough to wait for him when he himself was weak to leave his girlfriend and accept you.

What sort of love he had for you when he couldn't even gather enough courage to make you his.

You decided you would give Seokmin a chance, tomorrow it was valentine's day and a perfect day for people who celebrated love. Maybe this was your chance to be happy and you weren't going to lose it.

"Seokmin, eat this."

You smiled at him as you gave him few cookies from your box to which he smiled opening his mouth motioning you to feed him.

You rolled your eyes before feeding him, your and his friends cooing at how cute couple both of you were. You shook your head when you saw Wonwoo looking in your direction, he maintained an eye contact with you before going out of the cafeteria.

"I forgot something, I'll be back."

You excused yourself from others and made your way out of the cafeteria, you looked here and there until you saw Wonwoo going towards the direction of his class. You followed him.

He stopped when he entered his classroom and sit at the seat which was at the far end.

"Are you serious about him y/n?"

"Yes I am."

"You've got to me kidding me? You don't like doing such lovey dovey things, you don't like chivalry."

"Yeah I don't but it makes him happy."

Wonwoo glared at you before making his way towards you, grabbing your hand and tugging you closer to him.

"Wonwoo what are you doing?"

You kept your hand on his chest to have some distance as you tried to push him off you.

"Everyone thinks you two make a great couple, what's so great about you and him?"

"Why? Are you jealous?"

You successfully pushed him away from you but he held you hand so you won't go far away.

"What if I am?"

You raised your eyebrows at him, never had he ever confessed him being affected by any of your relationships or flings so it was new for you.

"Wow, I didn't know I would have such effect on you."

"Leave him."

"You've got to be kidding me."

How could he have the nerve to tell you to leave him when he was the one who asked you to say yes to him in first place.

"You yourself were the one who said he'll keep me happy and he is doing just that, why are you asking me to leave him? Because you realize that this may be the time you're going to lose me for real?"

"I thought it won't affect me okay?"

"So you're saying you would've let me go if it didn't affect you but now that it does you're not going to leave me and keep using me?"

Your head was paining with all the frustration that was etched inside you, how could he be so selfish? If he wanted you what was so hard about making you his?

The bell of the school rang, indicating that the lunch time was near and you were sure Seokmin and the rest of the students would start piling in and you didn't want to be seen here with Wonwoo alone at least not when Seokmin was aware the you had feeling for Wonwoo before accepting him.

"You love me, I'm not using you, all I ask for you is to wait, why is it so hard for you?"

"For how many more years Wonwoo? I've been waiting for you since the last 3 years and all you did in return was date the new transferred student, did you realize how much you've hurt me these past years? You are all happy and content in your relationship with Yena and still you expect me to wait till you get bored of her for you to finally come back to me? Or you're thinking about fooling around more?"

He just looked at you, speechless since he knew you were right. Was he really keeping you from getting your own happiness because of his own selfish reasons?

"Let me go Wonwoo, I don't want Seokmin to see us together, I don't want him to go through the pain I've went through because of you."

"Y/N, can't you give me a chance? I'll fix everything up."

You removed his hands from his grip, taking few steps back.

"I can't, I've made up my mind."

He scoffed trying his best of hold his emotions, he couldn't be venting out his anger and frustration in front of you, it wouldn't be good. He didn't want to scare you off.

"I asked you to wait till the right time comes."

His tone was almost as if he was begging for you to wait but he also knew it was too late for that.

"I've waited for you enough, I'm sorry I've moved on and you should pay more attention on your relationship too, I've nothing to do with you Woo, I hope you understand."

You walked backwards trying your best to not let your emotions take the best of you.

"The right time never comes."

You turned around walking out of the class just as other students started piling in. Wonwoo looked at your retreating figure till the time he could.

He clenched his fist tight when he saw Seokmin approaching you with a bright smile on his face as he hugged you before biding you goodbye and entering the class.

"I didn't know you were letting me go, I wouldn't have dig my own grave if I knew."