#{ and asked me to be her Valentine and gave me a flower and I'm still crying about it }

[satoruxx]

ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER.

✧ PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader (hinted) | 5k words

✧ SUMMARY: ghost!reader, major character death, jjk manga spoilers, so much angst bc you literally die lmao, longing, mutual pining, suppressed feelings, everyone sucks at love, some fluff, banter, might be slightly suggestive, lots of hinted feelings (read: suguru), arguments, overall this is painful so read if you enjoy angst !!

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: this idea randomly came to me before i went to bed a few days ago and in the spirit of halloween, i figured why not? i live off of angst and need to share the pain with everyone lmao oops. this is late for halloween tho my bad !!

i. 2007

satoru brings one more flower than he did the day before. morning glories again, of course, but an extra one. he had added one more to the the bunch every day since the day you died. the first day, he brought three, wrapped with a cheap blue ribbon that he found in his desk drawer. it was hardly a respectable bouquet, but those three flowers were the ones he'd grown for you, so it only seemed fitting.

he didn't care much for gardening. but one day you asked shoko what her favorite flowers were so you could give her some on valentine's day. she asked you what yours were so she could return the favor.

satoru never forgot morning glories after that day.

he's not even sure if morning glories are appropriate to bring to a grave, but he knows you'd like them.

you would tell him it didn't matter anyway.

ii. 2007

(suguru did not cry when you died. satoru watched, intently, because there was nothing in the universe that his six eyes couldn't catch. he waited for it, even a sliver of emotion that would betray suguru's bleeding heart, but he gave nothing. he just stood in front of the stone that marked the end of your life with a deep stare. something had settled there in his eyes, cold and resolute.

a few months before you died, you had told satoru that there was something wrong with suguru. you said that he'd been distant, somewhere far away, and you worried for him. you always did, so open with your affection for him.

"don't want him to get lost." you had hummed, your shoulder brushing against satoru's as you raise the mango ice pop he brought you to your mouth. satoru watches your lips out of the corner of his eyes, his stomach flipping eagerly even as he keeps his face impassive.

"he said it was just the summer heat," he answers, ignoring the sweet mango juice dripping down his knuckles. "should be nothing."

you don't look all that convinced, turning your head to look up at him with meaningful glance. "you sure?"

he stares at you for a lengthy second, cerulean eyes darting over your facial features, before he reaches up and knocks his knuckle against your forehead. "yeah. he'll be fine." he assures, and your shoulders relax as you continue to eat the ice pop.

you were right about it all. four days after you die, suguru massacres an entire village.)

iii. 2008

satoru shifts in his bed, grunting quietly he begins to stretch his stiff joints. his eyes crack open, still heavy with sleep as he waits for his dark ceiling to come into focus. except it doesn't, because all he can see are a pair of very familiar looking eyes. unsaturated, but still so obviously the color he once knew. his own eyes snap open, all traces of sleep gone as he finally makes out someone who looks exactly like you, perched on his stomach with a confused and slightly panicked expression.

he shoots up, and you pull back a little. it looks like you're on his lap, and yet he can't feel you on him at all. he gulps.

"hey toru." you say quietly, and his stomach drops. the same eyes, the same voice. gods above.

"you're dead," he says simply, trying not to betray the way his pulse is jumping at even the smallest glimpse of you again. "you're not real."

"i'm dead," you confirm, nodding your head as you look down at your translucent palms. "but i'm here somehow."

he sucks in a breath, reaching out a hand as if to touch you. the disappointment he feels when it passes through your form is sickening.

you smile shakily, shrugging your shoulders as you attempt to make light of the situation.

"guess i couldn't stay away."

he stares at you for minutes without saying a word and you stare back, equally silent.

iv. 2007

(nanami had carried your body back, his teeth gritted as his blonde hair fell over his eyes. satoru never brought it up, but he knew that nanami remained bothered by it for the rest of his life. your death was bad timing, especially after they had just lost haibara a few weeks prior.

nanami had no reason to blame himself though. if anything, it was satoru's fault you were gone.

shoko had called him from the infirmary, her voice hard and pinched as she spat out three words: "get down here."

when satoru saw your body, he didn't say a word. just took a few long strides until he was at the table where nanami had placed you down. your eyes were shut, face resting in a way that seemed so unnatural. he opened his mouth to ask shoko something, but felt like he was choking on air, so he stopped himself.

then he grabbed your limp fingers, squeezed them gently. they were still a little warm, but not as warm as you usually run. shoko didn't say anything, just stood there with her hands clenched, short brown hair falling over her dark eyes.

satoru remained there for the next thirty minutes, waiting for you to sit up and laugh at the prank you were no doubt pulling. as if your blood wasn't still dripping all over the table.

shoko was the one who finally pulled a sheet over your body with shaking hands. she didn't look satoru in the eye, and didn't spare a glance when suguru burst into the room ten minutes later.)

v. 2008

it takes satoru a while to get used to the fact that you're not physically there. he has to bite his tongue when he moves to bump your shoulder or flick your forehead only to find that his skin goes right through yours. you always give him that same little rueful smile, and he sighs to himself.

he doesn't make an effort to figure out why you're there. he figures it's similar to how jujutsu users can come back as curses due to strong feelings. when he thinks about it though, guilt lodges itself into his throat, because the first thought he had when he heard you were entering death's door was no, don't you dare die.

every day he wonders if he's the one who cursed you to stay.

you act like it doesn't matter, hovering around him as he busies himself in his empty room. at first you're quiet, as though you've forgotten how to speak to him in your incorporeal form. but then you start asking him questions, and it's one question that satoru dreads to answer that you finally bring up.

"where's suguru?"

he's not stupid. he knows there's more you think of suguru than you've ever revealed. of course you'd want to know. but that doesn't mean he wants to be the one to tell you. you had died with nothing but a good impression of geto suguru. you'd probably died with your feelings for him still intact too.

it'd be selfish of satoru to ruin that.

"nothing, don't worry about it," he dismisses, voice clipped as he busies himself with preparing dinner. he knows that won't deter you.

you huff, moving to hover in his line of sight. you cross your arms as you glare at him seriously, and satoru hates how nostalgic your expression makes him feel. he tongues his cheek before sighing.

"he's gone." satoru answers simply. he tries to keep his tone even but it comes out bitter and strained. he can hear your quiet gasp, and feels your form move closer to him. if you were alive, he'd be able to feel your breath on his skin now.

"what do you mean, gone?"

satoru sighs again, turning to look at you completely. he hated everything about this. "he left school. went crazy. killed a bunch of people, including his parents."

he would've laughed at the comical way your jaw dropped if you didn't look so hurt. you sputter over your words as he picks up his bowl and moves to the table, trailing after him and demanding more information.

he doesn't hesitate to share, because he's always hated keeping secrets from you. you had this uncanny ability to see straight through him, and it never failed to make him feel unsettled. so he tells you everything that happened in the few weeks after you died. suguru leaving, their confrontation in shinjuku, his plans for non-sorcerers. he leaves nothing unsaid.

when he's done, he finally looks at you, trying to gauge your reaction. but you're just staring at his food with a bitter expression, brows pinched and lips pursed. satoru says your name once.

you glance at him, and it's too quick for him to look for any accusation in it. doesn't matter though, because he's ready to own up to his mistakes.

"you were right back then. about suguru." satoru admits quietly, turning to his food. he doesn't want to look at you anymore, because he's scared you'll show him how disappointed you are with him.

you don't say anything in response. but you sit down at the small dining table and watch him eat with soft eyes, one bite at a time. satoru doesn't admit it, but the whole time he imagines that you're gently rubbing his shoulder, and he thinks he hasn't missed you more than in that moment.

vi. 2007

(it was satoru's fault you died. if he hadn't been so selfish, you'd still be next to him, shoulder brushing his as the two of you walked through the streets of tokyo.

you had knocked on his door that morning before you had left for your last mission, rocking on your heels. he opened it groggily, still half asleep.

"you going on a mission?" satoru had yawned, drowsy eyes trailing over your uniform. you nod with a grin.

"mhm, with nanami. there are two separate areas with curses though, so we'll split up when we get there. should be simple enough." you shrug, toying with the collar of your uniform jacket.

satoru decides to be annoying. "then why are you here disturbing my sleep? get out." he groans dramatically, peering at you with narrowed eyes. you smack his arm, scoffing. you've stopped questioning why he keeps his infinity down for you do those things to him.

"i was gonna ask if you wanted to come with," you hiss, crossing your arms defensively. "but i'm taking it back, asshole."

he grins. "what? can't stay away?"

you roll your eyes, shaking your head with a sarcastic laugh. "don't flatter yourself."

satoru pauses for a second. "i was gonna go back to sleep." he admits, feeling a little guilty. he had just come back from a mission the night before, and he doesn't feel like leaving again. he doesn't know how to say that to you though.

but you see right through him, like you always do.

"you've been going on missions a lot lately," you smile earnestly, patting his shoulder. "no wonder you're tired."

"'m the strongest, i don't get tired." he protests, crossing his arms with a scoff. you roll your eyes again, sticking your tongue out at him as you heft your weapon over your shoulder.

"keep it up and you're seriously gonna fry your brain or something," you say with a shake of your head, eyes betraying your concern for him. he notices it, and tries to smother down the way it makes his stomach flip. "i'll be fine. you can come on my next mission with me."

fair enough, he thinks. he hadn't gone on missions with you or suguru in a while. he should remember to ask yaga to let him go on your next one. just the two of you. you and him. maybe he'd buy you a mango ice pop on the way back.

"fine." he acquiesces easily, not even thinking to protest. he'll see you later anyway, so he'll talk to you more when you get back.

you smirk a little, motioning to his bedhead, before gently kicking his shin. "go back to sleep then, stupid."

he rolls his eyes, reaching up to knock his knuckle against your forehead like he always does. "whatever. bring me some sweets on your way back, yeah?"

the laugh you give him as he shuts the door is the last thing he ever hears from you.

he should've gone with you.)

vii. 2012

satoru hates the way you're looking at him right now.

it was a stupid little mistake. he had gone to see little megumi and tsumiki earlier that afternoon, and as usual, you had tagged along with him. you'd watched him raise up the two kids over the last few years, never failing to tease about his newly acquired fatherhood, or how much he seemed to care about them despite his efforts to hide it. he didn't ever think to say that you'd helped him raise them up too. even in your incorporeal form you'd always been around to tell him what meals he could prep or to remind him that megumi liked black forest cake for his birthdays.

he'd gotten so used to you being around and he slipped up once. that afternoon when he had walked megumi home from school, teasing and poking fun at the kid, he'd made a stupid joke. megumi had rolled his eyes and told him to shut up.

and then without thinking, satoru had turned to you as you hovered next to him and groaned your name out dramatically before whining, "this kid is so mean to me!"

your eyes widened immediately, and if you were alive he'd probably see the color drain from your face. his stomach had sank and he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, even when megumi glanced at him with a raised brow.

"who are you talking to?" he asked, and satoru gulped, shaking his head as he broke eye contact with you to look down at the kid.

"nobody." he had answered.

he tries to ignore the meaningful stare you pin him with for the rest of the afternoon, hoping that you'll just forget about it. but as soon as satoru has left the kids and he's back in his own room, you're on him. he busies himself with making a cup of hot chocolate, even though he feels sick to his stomach.

"satoru you have to figure out how to get rid of me!" you plead, eyes so sad it makes his stomach churn. "i'm gonna drive you insane!"

"i'm fine!" he snaps back, shaking his head as he takes a sip from his mug, the warmth distracting him from whatever it was you were trying to remind him of. he places it down on the table in front of him and crosses his arms defensively. "it was a stupid mistake. won't happen again."

you shimmer in and out of focus, manifesting in front of him with a glare, though your eyes are still the same. wounded and hurt. "it wasn't and you know it! you can't keep living like this. i've been haunting you for years, toru!"

"well who asked you to go ahead and die?!" he yells without thinking, and it's like he sees your hurt bubble forth in slow motion.

"i went and died because i made a stupid mistake on a mission! quit blaming yourself, you dumbass!" you shout, voice raised higher than he's ever heard it.

satoru's mug shatters against the wall.

the two of you immediately turn to look at the mess with wide eyes, before slowly turning to each other to ensure that it really did happen.

"how'd you do that?" satoru asks quietly, his voice strained as he takes a few long strides towards you. you look down at your hand, the same one that you had lifted to swipe at his mug during your fit of rage. you look back up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. satoru's head is pounding, some kind of sick hope stirring within him. "you had to have touched it."

"i don't…" you trail off, voice filled with awe and a bit of fear. satoru reaches up a hand, ignoring the tremble in it, and moves to touch your face. he will never admit to the amount of times he begs in his head, please please please.

his hand goes straight though your skin, and your eyes soften. satoru lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, hiding his disappointment as he takes a step back and turns away.

viii. 2006

(satoru thinks gardening is ridiculous. plants are so fragile, needing to be constantly monitored and cared for like children. he can't understand why anyone would choose to garden as a hobby when there were less stressful things to do in spare time.

even the process was time consuming, he realizes as he scoops out piles of dirt into the small pots he had set out on his windowsill.

he thinks back to the silly little grin you had on your face as you answered shoko's question.

"morning glory," you had said, leaning against her shoulder. "i like the way they open in the morning and close at night."

shoko hummed, staring at the sky even as satoru quietly eavesdropped. "you got a favorite color?"

"the blue ones," you answered. "they're the prettiest."

your voice echoes in his head as he places the seeds into the soil, and he sighs heavily. why he was doing this for you was beyond him.

the thought makes him annoyed, and he huffs in frustration the entire time he plants them. gardening had to be the stupidest hobby ever.

and yet when three blue morning glories bloom against his windowsill, he can't hold back his grin.)

ix. 2017

satoru's grateful that you don't watch him kill suguru.

he tells you to go, and you give suguru a long stare, face pinched and sour even though your translucent eyes are shining. it's a shame suguru can't see you though, because satoru thinks you look so pretty. suguru would've been lucky to have you be the last thing he ever saw.

you turn away and disappear without a word, and after one last exchange, satoru finishes the job.

it's only after he watches rika's final goodbye to yuta does he realize the extent of what a goodbye even means. he'd said one to suguru, and yet he can't help but miss him as he walks back home. he wonders if suguru wouldn't have had to die if you were still around.

satoru had never gotten a goodbye with you though. you're somehow still with him, but he misses you so much. it puts an ugly feeling in his gut, twisted and dark. it weighs down on his shoulders as he finally opens the door to his room, heavy and overwhelming as he sees you sitting on his bed, face vacant.

he says your name, and you don't move. he takes a seat next to you, and something about your sad expression makes him so unbelievably angry.

"quit being sad about it," he finally spits out, the truthful extent of his feelings coming out. "it's not like you're even alive that you'd be able to see him."

you scoff as you give him a sidelong glare. "what's that supposed to mean? one of my closest friends just died and you expect me not to be upset about it?"

"at least he'll find a way to you!" satoru hisses, clenching his fists so hard that his nails leave crescents in his skin. "you two can have fun together for all of eternity."

there's a tense silence that follows as he grits his teeth, turning away from you. he's so disgusted right now. with suguru, with you, with himself.

"i'm all by myself." satoru mutters bitterly, the words so foreign on his tongue as the truth hits him.

god he misses you so much.

he suddenly feels a sharp thwack on the back of his head and he's turning around with wide eyes.

"don't you dare forget about shoko!" you hiss, tears in your eyes as you glare at him, hand raised. "i'll never forgive you!"

his throat goes dry, because the smack you just gave him was the first time you'd touched him since the day you died. there's a storm in his throat that threatens to break free, but he tries to keep it lodged in his throat. even with your teary eyes, he thinks you look just as pretty as you did with life flowing through you.

he misses suguru. he knows you do too, because there are translucent tears dripping down your cheeks and he has never ached to touch you more. but he can't because you're dead.

you remain in front of him all night, barely saying a word in between your sniffles. he doesn't say anything either, just watching you.

he doesn't know what there is to say. the only thing he ever wishes he got to say to you was goodbye. but you're here, in front of him, so a goodbye seems pointless.

when the sun comes up, you wish him a merry christmas, and he swears you never left him.

satoru says it back to you. you smile sadly.

he misses you so much.

x. 2007

(satoru had cleaned out your dorm room three days after you died.

he didn't really understand why he was doing it so early. shoko had frowned when he told her that he planned to pack away your things, frowned in a way that made her look like she disagreed.

well even if she did disagree, it didn't stop her from sitting in your desk chair, chewing on her nail quietly as she watched satoru fold your clothes. he didn't even understand why he was doing this.

maybe it was because every time he walked past your empty dorm room he felt sick to his stomach. there was a twisting feeling in his gut when he realized that you'd never curl up in that bed again. never sit by the window with a grin watching him and suguru bicker as they threw playing cards on the floor. he figured the faster he got rid of your remnants, the quicker the feeling would go away.

that's what he's hoping anyway. but when he picks up your jujutsu uniform he feels something claw at his throat, and he unconsciously digs his fingers into the fabric. he hears a sigh from behind him and then shoko is at his side, wordlessly easing the cloth from his hand. she lays it on the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles before folding it carefully. when she places it into the box, satoru thinks her hands shake a bit.

there's a bitter expression on shoko's face that he's never seen before, and it makes his stomach twist.

they work on your room for the next few hours, until the sun has disappeared behind the horizon and the cool evening breeze bullies its way into your old space. neither of them say anything, save for the occasional nostalgic hum as they remember something that you did or they're reminded of the story behind one of the trinkets in your room. otherwise it's silent, and for a second satoru feels like he can hear your laugh.

it isn't until night has completely fallen that they are interrupted.

"what are you doing?"

satoru turns around just as shoko looks up, both of them finding suguru standing in the doorway. he hadn't taken a step in yet, eyes still trailing over the emptiness of your old room from behind an uncrossed line.

"cleaning." satoru answers, his voice oddly clipped.

"it wasn't messy…" suguru mutters back, his lips slanting in such an unusual way. there was an uncharacteristically determined look in his eyes, as though there was something in him that was struggling to burst forth. satoru didn't understand what it was.

"never said it was." satoru replies noncommittally. he hears shoko inhale deeply, shifting in your old chair as she watches the two of them stare at each other. there's a tense silence as he notices suguru frown.

satoru can't remember the last time he even had a full conversation with suguru. he remembers seeing you leave for your last mission, and he wants to kick himself for not asking earlier to be sent on group missions with the two of you.

even now, he doesn't really know what to say to suguru. all he can do is tighten his fingers around the edge of the box with your stuff neatly packed in, and watch his best friend sigh.

suguru wets his lips, eyes darting over your desk. there's an odd expression on his face, and his brows pinch as he notices something. then suguru reaches out to pick up an old polaroid, and satoru knows exactly which one it is. your arms slung around suguru's shoulders, smile so wide your cheeks probably hurt. suguru's expression was uncharacteristically gentle.

satoru remembers it so well, because he's the one who took the picture.

suguru looks at the polaroid without a word, rubbing the corner between his thumb and forefinger, and his expression suddenly mirrors the gentleness in the picture. his eyes remain stormy, deep and unsettling as he reaches conclusions that satoru will never understand.

the three of them stay quiet for a few minutes, even though satoru has so many questions that he can't figure out how to phrase. shoko toys with a cigarette between her lips, leaving it unlit because you've always hated the smell of smoke. suguru just stands there, silently eyeing your unfiltered smile through the lens of a camera.

satoru wonders if suguru's trying to say goodbye to you. he doesn't ask, and suguru doesn't say.

only after something had clicked in suguru's eyes, did satoru realize something was over. he couldn't help but feel like he had just buried you in that cardboard box with all your things, and he swallows hard.

then suguru clenches his fists, veins flexing as he looks around your room, almost like he was committing it to memory. satoru didn't understand why; it's not like suguru couldn't come see your room anytime he wanted.

then he turns away, hand lingering on the doorframe heavily, without another word.

just as suguru walks away, satoru thinks he hears your voice whispering in his ear.

"don't want him to get lost."

xi. 2018

something is wrong. something happened. something is wrong.

satoru knows he needs to wake up. but he's so tired, so exhausted from carrying on all by himself. he suddenly remembers the taste of frozen mango, sweet and chilled, and he wants to keep thinking about it for the rest of eternity.

but something is wong. he needs to wake up.

the minute satoru forces his eyes open, he can ignore the taste of blood in his mouth because you're there.

you're kneeling at his side, sunlight shining behind your head in a way that makes you look almost angelic. he'd believe it if you said you were an angel, because you've been dead for so long now.

you'd been a ghost for so many years, hovering around him and getting him through everything that had come his way. isn't that what guardian angels were supposed to do, guiding humans through their own trials? isn't that what you were doing to him since the day you died and came back to him?

you'd been a ghost. you'd been his angel. you'd been haunting him.

you'll always haunt him.

you seem to know it too, because the expression on your face is understanding, soft and yet so sad.

for what seems like the millionth time in his life, satoru aches to touch you.

he tries to move his hand but finds that he can't. synapses misfire. he can't feel his body anymore.

he wants to touch you. gods above, he wants to touch you so badly. please just this one last wish.

your translucent forms shimmers in the sunlight, and satoru can't tell if he's hallucinating or not because you suddenly seem to become fully physical. the particles of your form solidify, slowly filling with more color until you don't look quite so dilute. the saturation of your eye color comes back, and satoru can't look away because he's never seen a ghost so pretty before.

his breath hitches as you gently cup his cheek in your palm, warm and gentle. the melancholic look on your face makes his eyes sting.

"it's good to see you." he says with a weak smile, ignoring the metallic taste on his tongue. his breath is short, mind racing because your skin is on his again. finally, after so many years. you're so soft, just like he remembers.

"you weren't supposed to join me this quick." you sigh, eyes shining as you smile down at him ruefully. your thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and satoru's cerulean eyes flutter.

no. no more waiting. he'd missed you too much. he doesn't have it in him to stay away from you anymore. he'd done it long enough. your fingers tremble against his skin and he almost laughs.

no more haunting.

there's a resolute part of him that knows you'll be the first thing he sees when he gets to wake up again. he decides that, when he does, he'll get you a mango ice pop and plant some morning glories with you.

his eyes fall shut with a sigh.

"guess i couldn't stay away."

[madewithsilk]

ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇꜱ ᴡ/ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ ᡣ𐭩

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ, ᴛᴀꜱᴛʏ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ. ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪɴɪɴɢ.

— ᴄᴡ; ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴛʀɪʙʙɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏʟʟ�� ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋ1ɴᴋ

You had already planned out Valentine's day on your own, how you usually had to do with all your other partners. Cook them dinner, let them grace you with a store bought bouquet, and then your body would be some half-assed gift to them. It has never been different, and even though Grayson has taught you many things you never knew about love, you never imagined this would be one of them.

She came home, her regular bags under her eyes from exhaustion. You rushed to her, arms wrapping around her neck and pressing her body flush against yours. She lightly chuckled, returning the embrace and placing her head on your shoulder. "Happy Valentine's day, hun," You begun, excitement coursing through your body.

She pulled away, a light smile on her lips as she grabbed your chin with carefulness. "Beat me to it, huh?" You nod with a giggle, intertwining one of her free hands with yours. "You're dressed all pretty, are you perhaps in the know of something?" You tilted your head with a smile, slight confusion in your gaze. "Nuh uh, jus' made you dinner,"

Your exclamation had her eyes widening, watching you trying to drag her through the house and into the dining room. She shook her head, an awkward little chuckle leaving her mouth once again. "Dear, hold on–" You stopped in your step and turned to her, an eyebrow cocked. "I'm really grateful that you made us dinner, but I had something planned for us today," She murmured, looking down at you with sympathy and gratitude.

Your head tilts in confusion, still holding onto her hand, face drooping a little. "What do ya' mean..?" You thought she was just going to skip dinner, go straight to bed, it was unlikely of her but you weren't sure what else she meant. You knew couples went out, but Grayson was a busy woman, busier than most. You were suprised enough she left early today. "I set up a reservation at a restaurant, we could still keep the food for tomorrow though."

Your eyes darted around, trying to figure out if she was being serious. "Aren't you tired?" You asked gently and she didn't respond, instead coming closer to kiss you briefly. "Such a sweet girl," She mumbled against your lips, kissing you once again. "Wear a shorter dress with two braids, you'll fit right into the decorations, dear," A genuine smile comes upon your lips, giggling like a little girl and running to the bedroom to pick out an outfit and get dressed up again.

Grayson made the night mythical, a bouquet with your favorite flowers and wrapped perfectly, a dinner at the dinner place you've always told her about, and now she's taking you home. Grayson taught you many lessons about sex, she taught you sex was more intimate than you believed, that sex should be slow and sensual instead of rough and mean.

You bite your bottom lip from the inside in anticipation, wanting to already get home. She kept her hand lovingly on your thigh, not to high up, right over where your own hand was rested on your lap. The car ride was mostly silent, small whispers from her.

When she pulls into the driveway, you were already getting down from the car but she was at your door before you had to the chance. She undid your buckle, perching you up into her arms bridal style. You squeal, holding onto her. "Gray'!" She lathered your face in small pecks, basking in the sound of your giggles as she walked towards your shared bedroom.

Placing you down on the bed with care, she hovers over you and admires your figure. Her hand reverently traces the dress till she gets to the bottom of it, hiking it up to reveal your body. You whimper slightly, vision narrowed to look at her. Your heavy lidded eyes couldn't tear away from the way she hooked her fingers under your panties. "Going to prep you, baby, just stay still," She gave you a heads up, your hands running through her hair.

She presses against your touch, slowly undoing the tie of your dress to let it slip off your body. Her fingertips were light, hardly noticeable against your skin. Even the callous from holding her gun so often couldn't be felt. Her palms groped at your tits, feeing the warmth of the supple skin. Your little squirming, back arching to get more of her body against yours.

She tuts softly, "Patience, please." Her lips come to scatter hot, wet kisses on your body. She presses her clothed body against your nude one, lips sucks on the fat around your breasts and down your body. Her hands move up and down on your figure, breathing deeply against you. Your squirming is gentle, your clit pulsating against nothing. Your hand began to tug at her clothes, the layering and all, already feeling her bulging muscles. "Words, baby." She demands yet no force behind her tone.

"Can you.." You drift off when speaking, fiddling with strands of her hair. "Can you take off your clothes?" She kneels between your legs upright, unbuttoning her top and her belt already slightly coming undone. Your hips bucked upwards, trying to feel her jeans against your clit but failing miserably. She tuts and shakes her head, throwing the shirt to a random corner. "Told you to use your words for everything, dear." You huff, hands leaving her hair to grope her breasts, squeezing and cupping them.

Grayson knew everything that set you off, everything that had you begging for more, but so did you. The braids in your hair were coming out and your makeup was a bit smudged, her sight couldn't be torn away from your face. "Mommy please," You began, watching Grayson's breath hitch, her hands pausing on her belt. "Mommy need you to love on me." Grayson bit her bottom lip, throwing the belt elsewhere before shoving her pants down, body hovering over you once again.

You didn't hesitate to feel every muscle and curve from her body, hands on her hips and watching her eyes nearly rolling the back of her head. "Need mommy to make this all worth your time, baby?" She whispered against your earlobe, her hand wandering down to your needy nub. Her free hand tugged at your braid, rubbing lazy circles on your clit with the other. She felt your clit twitch, she felt your slick gathering on her fingertips. Your head was thrown back in nearly a moment but Grayson stopped when your gaze was averted.

A quick whine came from you, body unable to stop arching off the mattress. You whimpered, bambi eyes practically begging her to keep rubbing on you. You huffed when she didn't comply. "Wanna make you feel good but you have to keep your eyes on me, is that fair?" You hummed, a complain lingering in the back of your mind but not being expressed. "Okay mommy, promise, won't look away!" Her index continues to work at your clit, more precise this time. The craving in Grayson's veins was beginning to become apparent and intolerant, the need to have skin to skin contact. She groaned, watching your hole clench around nothing.

"Body is so fucking beautiful, baby," Grayson usually had clean language, words that weren't explicit, since she usually was better expressing herself. Yet when it came to moments like these, she slipped up, her own eyebrows furrowing as your half lidded glare kept still on Grayson. Your body began to shake slightly, an orgasm approaching. "Fuuucckk—" Grayson moaned out, her own cunt begging for something. Grayson pulled away right before your orgasm, eyes widening and whining like a child.

"Are you serious, Gray'?" Your body was still shaky, arm draped over your rosy face. "Did what you asked!" You complained. She cooed softly, hand cupping your cheek and caressing it gently. "Oh baby," She noticed the pout on your lips, the way you petulantly looked away. "Mommy's gonna make it up to you, wanna be on top, baby?" She murmured, her lips kissing the corners of yours. Your eyes lit up at her eyes, the tears that gathered from the lack of stimulation drying away and Grayson chuckled.

She laid back on the bed, nude just like you. Your frame stumbled over her, legs spread to feel her against you. You hesitated slightly, teasing her by not sitting down on her yet. "Fuck, baby, please," She looked at you, desperation in her tone and gaze. Finally, you sat down, your wet cunt placed against hers. Grayson's hand held onto the fat of your hips, guiding you to grind against her. Your lashes fluttered, hips stuttering as her clit nudged against yours.

"Just like that baby," Grayson encouraged, kneading the skin of your hips. You nodded, panting, "Mommy— shit, shit," You bounced against her, using her tits as leverage to go quicker. "Fuck, fuck fuck," She chuckled, watching you grind against her like a little puppy in heat. "Language, baby," You shake your head, moaning and feeling the squelching of your cunts being connected. "So close.."

Grayson held your hips when she noticed you slowed down, grinding you against her instead of you doing all the work. You spasmed, eyes rolling back and unknowingly squirting on Grayson. Her movements didn't stop, bumping her clit against yours feverishly. "Too much— mommy–" You moaned, dumbed down to nothing but a toy for her to finally cum on you. When she did, she held you closer, body flush against hers as she swayed her hips gently.

"There we go, fuck," She whispered, your face hidden deep in the crook of her neck. "Shower or bath?" She mumbled after a few seconds of uninterrupted silence. "Bath," You replied briefly, connecting your lips to hers with fervor. She returned it, holding you close.

[sosasturns]

valentine who?, shoota!chris

february twelfth, 9:59pm….

valentine's day items was everywhere-red and pink aisles full of stuffed animals, heart-shaped boxes, and overpriced flowers that would die in a week. couples all around, carts full of cliché gifts and last-minute surprises. you weren't the type to get caught up in the fairytale of it all, but the sight still made something twist inside you.

"you need anything else?" chris asked, pushing the cart with one hand, the other tugging at the hoodie he had thrown on before y'all left. he didn't even look at the decorations, didn't acknowledge the obnoxious love shit flooding the store.

you, on the other hand, were hyperaware of it.

"nah," you muttered, tossing a pack of gum in the cart. your tone was clipped, but chris didn't seem to notice-or maybe he just didn't care.

february thirteenth, 1:24am…

"bitch, i got my wax done before my shift, and let me just say, i'm feeling brand new," your coworker, maya, said as she leaned against the counter, adjusting her top. "smooth as hell. like a lil' dolphin."

you laughed, shaking your head as you poured a drink. "you so damn extra."

"whatever," she waved you off. "so, what's your man doing for you tomorrow?"

your stomach tightened. "not my man."

maya gave you a look. "girl, please."

you didn't answer. because truthfully? you didn't know what the hell chris was or doing for valentine's day-or if he was doing anything at all.

february thirteenth, 11:05pm…

you were over it. the silence. the avoidance. the way he acted like valentine's day wasn't even on the damn calendar.

"so, you really not gon' say shit?" you finally snapped, sitting on his couch, arms crossed.

chris, lounging in his chair, didn't even look at you. "say what?"

something small-a remote, a balled-up napkin, whatever was closest—left your hand and hit his chest. not hard, but enough to get his attention.

"don't play dumb, chris."

he sighed, rubbing his jaw. "you know i don't do that valentine's day shit."

you scoffed. "but you do every other holiday, huh? what, this one just don't matter?"

he finally looked at you. "you knew what this was."

your jaw tightened, heart pounding.

he wasn't wrong. but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"whatever," you muttered, shaking your head. you pushed up from the couch, grabbing your bag. "i'm not finna sit here and-"

"yo."

your hand paused on the strap of your bag. you looked at him over your shoulder, brows raised.

chris stretched his legs out, fingers tapping against his thigh. "we still on for tomorrow night?"

you stared at him for a beat, then rolled your eyes and headed straight for the door, leaving without another word.

february fourteenth, 11:57pm…

you should've ignored his text. should’ve ignored his calls. but now you were here-pressed against his mattress, legs wrapped around his waist, breathy moans slipping from your lips.

"knew you was gon' act up," he murmured against your skin, lips on your neck. "you just needed some sense fucked into you, huh?"

your fingers gripped at his back, nails digging in as he rocked into you, deep and steady-like he was the one going through the motions all week. like he wasn't the same man who ignored every hint you threw at him all week.

“uh-uhn, move your hand.”

like he didn't just pretend valentine's day wasn't a thing.

“move your fuckin’ hand.”

and it pissed you off.

“take this shit.”

“gotta put your ass in check.”

“fuck.”

because now, now he wanted to be all over you. now he wanted to fuck you like he had something to prove.

he hadn't even said the words, hadn't even tried— and yet here he was, hands gripping your waist, jaw tight, eyes locked on your pussy swallowing his dick like he needed this.

like you were supposed to just let it slide.

and yeah, you were letting him fuck you. but that didn't mean you weren't still mad as hell.

some time later, your body was still buzzing, chest rising and falling as you laid beside him, the heat between you two still thick in the air.

you were barely catching your breath when chris shifted, reaching toward the nightstand.

then something light landed on your stomach and this time it wasn’t his cum.

you blinked, looking down at the small swarovski gift bag before flicking your gaze back up to him.

"quit bitchin' and take it," he muttered, arm draped over his forehead like he was already seconds away from a migraine.

your heart stuttered.

because he was paying attention the whole time.

but before you could even say anything, he was already getting up, sweatpants hung low as hell, grabbing his controller off the dresser.

you rolled your eyes when you saw the game load up, shaking your head as he sank down at the foot of the bed, legs spread as he adjusted his headset.

"you’re so fucking annoying," you muttered, shifting under the covers and placing the bag on the nightstand near your phone.

"yeah, yeah," he muttered back, a smirk evident in his tone. "ain't hear you say nun of that earlier."

you sucked your teeth in response, turning to lay on your side.

even though he didn’t say those three words, you decided to say them for him.

“happy valentine’s day.”

@ sosasturns

[psychoticallykind]

Terrible

Jegulus Microfic

In honor of the kind anon earlier.

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James snapped his fingers, focusing his energy on the charm, watching anxiously from the corner of the room.

Eight feet away, rose petals showered down on the group of first-years. They looked up from their studying with wide eyes, and James grinned to himself as he watched them laugh.

Regulus had absolutely forbidden him from doing anything on Valentines day - he wasn't even allowed to see his boyfriend. So James was passing the time another way.

Now that he was sure he could do it, he took a deep breath, deliberately not reaching for his wand as he scanned the room. It was about half-full - everyone who could be on a date was, leaving the single Gryffindors gathered together. Commiserating, maybe.

"Rosa Petalis," he whispered, snapping his fingers.

Seconds later, hundreds of petals began to rain down from the ceiling. Regulus had told him a few times about flower languages - different colors and flowers meant different things. Different colors of roses stood for different types of love.

James had made sure to include them all. Red, pink, yellow, white, purple, orange, peach, green, blue, and even black.

"Impressive."

"You think?" He glanced at Lily. "How'd it go in the library?"

"Perfectly," she replied. She gave him an annoyed look. "But not wandlessly."

James shrugged. "Theo was watching me. I didn't want him to realize I was doing it."

"Because credit would be so horrible," Lily rolled her eyes. Then she clicked her tongue. "Pandora's got Ravenclaw, but I don't have anyone in Slytherin. Barty, Evan, and Dorcas are all out."

"Slytherin is covered," James assured her.

Lily frowned. "What? How?" Then her eyes widened. "No way."

"Yeah." James grinned.

"Regulus?" Lily checked, disbelieving. "You got Regulus to cover the Slytherin common room?"

James nodded. "He offered to help us."

"I did not."

Lily flinched in surprise, but James laughed. "Reg!" He pulled the other boy into a hug. "I thought you didn't want to see me today?"

"I always want to see you," Regulus mumbled. "I was just trying to prove someone wrong." He pulled out of the hug, but stayed next to James. "And I was helping you. Only you. I don't care about anyone else."

Lily snorted. "Message received." She pushed off the wall. "Bye, James. Bye, psycho." She flipped Regulus off as she walked away, and he returned the gesture without looking over.

"Thank you for helping me," James said sincerely.

Regulus made a face at him. "None of that or I'm leaving."

"None of what?" James asked innocently. "No talking?"

Blue-grey eyes caught his own. "No being nice to me."

"I'm always nice to you."

"I know." Regulus shook his head, but there was a fondness that he couldn't quite hide. "It's awful."

James took his hand, raising it to kiss his knuckles. "Who were you proving wrong?"

Regulus made a grumbling sound. "No one, apparently."

James laughed. "What do you mean?"

"Pandora told me I wasn't going to make it through Valentines Day without kissing you," Regulus admitted.

"But you haven't kissed me," James pointed out. "So you could still prove her wrong."

"You'd be okay with that?" Regulus checked. "Not kissing on Valentines Day?"

"Of course," James replied. He tangled their fingers together. "We don't ever have to kiss if you don't want to. Holiday or not."

Regulus smiled, almost sounding annoyed. "I made you promise not to celebrate Valentines with me. You're meant to be upset with me about it."

James shook his head. "I'm not."

"Yeah." Regulus sighed. "I know." He moved so that he was in front of James. "It's rather predictable of you."

James felt his breath catch when Regulus's arms came around his neck. "Is that bad?"

"Terrible," his boyfriend replied, leaning a little closer. "Absolutely terrible."

A second later, Pandora was proven right.

[perfectly-imperfect82]

Is that a kid? - Valentine’s Day

The game had just ended and Viv was keeping an eye on you wandering the field after there win against London City Lionesses.

You saw a lady handing out flowers to people and that caught you attention as you tugged on Viv hand to start walking that way.

"Where are we going?" Viv asked as just shrugged your shoulder but kept walking before stopping as you continued to watch the lady hand out flowers to fans.

"You want to help?" The lady asked, looking over at you as you held Viv hand and looked up at Viv for permission. Viv looked hesitant but nodded yes as Rue smiled gently at you, holding out a flower for you to grab.

"I'm Rue, what's your name?"

"Emily" you said quietly and Rue smiled fondly at your sweet voice

You grabbed the flower before turning to the stands and holding it out the fan in front of you as Rue told them "Happy Valentine day" and the fan would thank you both. This continued until you couldn't reach the fans anymore causing your smile to drop as you looked up to Rue for help

"Can I pick you up so you can reach them?" Rue asked you causing you to nod as you held up your arms to her. She quickly picked you up with her free arm before you kept handing out flowers with a smile.

"You keep the last one" Rue said setting you back on your feet

"Thank you for being a good helper" rue said ruffling your hair as you smiled back before waving goodbye and heading over to Viv who was holding out your hand for your to take. Viv giving Rue a smile a nod in thanks for letting you help as Rue just smiled back and waved back.

You looked around the field, looking who you wanted to show your flower off to. Once you spotted her, you took off a run to get to her. Running into her legs as you held the flower to shown her with a big smile

"Is that for me?" Katie asked as you shook your head no and pointed to you

"Who gave you the flower, sweetheart?" Katie asked

"Rue! I good helper" you said excitedly before you ran off to Alessia to show off your flower.

Katie looked at Viv for an explanation for how you ended up with a flower for from her ex. Viv explaining and showing her the photos she got of you.

Katie turned to see Rue watching you show off your flower with a smile. Katie taking a breath before making her way to Rue

"Katie?" Rue asked as the women came up to her

"Thanks for letting her join you in handing out flowers. She really enjoyed it" Katie said, hesitantly

"No problem. She's a sweet kid" Rue said giving Katie a smile

"I know we may not be on the best of terms, but I am happy for you. She's a sweet kid and it looks like your doing an amazing job with her" rue continued

"Thank you" Katie said sincerely

"Look whose back" rue said seeing you come up behind Katie with Viv not fair behind, keeping an eye on you

"Happy valentine day" you said shyly holding a flower out to her with a smile causing Rue to kneel to your height with a matching smile

"Thank you" taking the flower from you as you gave her a quick hug before running back off to Alessia

"See you around" rue said sparing one more look at you before turning and walking away

Katie looking turned to look for and felt her heart swell at the site of caitlin with you in her arms. You both were smiling as Caitlin was talking to you and moving around the field

"Our little one seems to be a charmer. Definitely going to have to watch out when she older" Katie said once she reached you both

"Is she now?" Caitlin asked looking down at you as you just smiled back

"Yes, handing out flowers to fans and winning their hearts. She may have several valentine options now" Katie said tickling your side as you wiggled and giggled in Caitlin's arms

"No, she's my valentine! She already said yes to me" Kyra said, swooping you into her arms as she repeatedly kissed you cheek, causing giggles to leave you as she started carrying you around the field with her.

~

Still struggling with a writers block for how she calls Caitlin and Katie mom. Any ideas would be helpful to get over the writers block for it!

[signoferoda]

FAVOURITE LOVE - HS

Summary: Harry’s daughter gets some valentines gifts from nursery

“Dad, why’s Vi carrying flowers?” Blake asked, his eyebrow raised as he looked at his youngest sibling walk out the nursery doors. She had a white dress on, small red hearts covering it, her hair in two pigtails.

Harry looked up, his eyes wide as he watched his daughter skip her way down to the nursery gates to meet her father and brother. “No clue, bud” he replies, waving at his daughter, whose arms were overflowing with all sorts of gift bags and flowers.

“Hi Daddy, hi Blakey!” She exclaimed, a smile on her face.

“Hi bug, what’s all this about?” Harry asked as he crouched down in front of his daughter, fixing her hair before leaning to kiss her cheek.

“It’s valentines” the little girl giggles, looking down at all her gifts

Blake blinks, his eyebrows furrowed, “valentines?”

“Yes, this one’s from Jake, this one’s from Landon and this one’s from Kate’s brother and this is from-”

“Boys gave you those?”

“Duh, Jake is a boy name Blakey” Novie rolled her eyes at her brother before turning to her father, who now supported an amused look on his face. “Isn’t that nice Daddy? They smell so good” she giggled, taking a big sniff of the flowers before shoving it in Harry’s face.

“Yeah they’re lovely” he replies, before taking the gifts off her and handing them to Blake to hold. He puts his arms out and his 5-year-old happily accepts, climbing onto her dad. “But, I’m your only Valentine baby” he pouts causing a soft giggle to escape Novie's mouth as he makes his way to the car.

“Silly daddy, are you jealous?” She looks back at Blake who’s still as confused as ever, and surprisingly a lot less dramatic than Harry, “are you jealous too Blakey?”

“No” Blake gruffs, “I'm mad, you’re only a baby Vivi”

“I'm not a baby” Novie gasped, scandalised that Blake would even mention that. “Daddy, mama is your Valentine. I need my own and now I got lots”

“Yeah, you and Mama are my Valentine bug,” Harry speaks, buckling Novie into her seat as Blake gets in the front. After buckling her in, Harry rounds the car and gets into the driver's seat. “Your brothers and I are all you need, you can have a valentine when you’re 36 ok?” Harry asked, putting his key into the ignition.

“Daddy, that’s not fair” Novie says, as she holds one of the teddys that was gifted to her. “Blake has a valentine, why can’t I?” Harry raises his eyebrow at the new piece of information.

Whilst, Blake narrows his eyes as he looks at his little sister, the little snitch he thinks. “I don’t have a valentine, Vi. Besides, you do have a valentine. All of us”

“Ok” Novie sighs and for a second Harry feels bad. “Daddy?”

“Yes, bug?” He asks as he finally pulls out of his parking spot and starts to drive off.

“I love you,” she says, “I love you too Blakey”

Blake shares a smile with Harry before the two tell Novie that they too, love her very much.

“You’re my favourite love Daddy” she smiles, “even if I get valentines from other boys and you Blakey are my second favourite love.”

“You’re my favourite love too Novie Bug” Harry smiles, his eyes softening, making a mental note to smother his daughter in kisses once they get out of the car. She was killing him, so perfect and cute.

“More than mama?” She asks from the back making Blake chuckle softly.

“Yes, even more than mama, bug” Harry speaks, looking through the rearview mirror to see Novie blowing him a kiss. He makes a kissing pout at her.

“Don’t fib Daddy, you love Mama so much more” she giggles.

“It's a different kind of love” he shrugs, “you’ll see when you’re 36” Harry replies as Blake chuckles.

“Now, let’s forget about those stinky boys, who wants ice cream?” Harry asks getting a chorus of me’s from his two kids.

[starmatzz]

yunho is someone who would learn Guitar and sing "somebody to you" for his gf then unknowingly cry (like he does in concerts) while telling her how much she means to her

(no I'm not crying while typing this wishing it happened to me u are)

author's note: hii, i decided to choose this request since it matched well with valentine:)) if you're single (like me lol😔) im sending you kisses and hugs! i will try to write all the remaining requests asap, but yall..uni has been KILLING me and it's only been one week lol..but i will have plenty of time to write on my 7h ride to berlin for the concert (anyone in sector 218?😛) 

Yunho sat on the bed, tuning his guitar. It was Valentine’s Day, and he had been working on a big surprise just for you.

While you were at work, Yunho had been secretly practicing your favorite song on his guitar, determined to get every note just right. He made sure everything was perfect—the gifts he had either bought or handcrafted with care, the bouquet of flowers safely arranged, and all your favorite snacks waiting just for you.

You hadn’t expected any gifts—just spending time with him was more than enough. But as you stepped into your apartment and saw the trail of candles leading further inside, you couldn’t help but shake your head with a smile.

You followed the trail of candles, your heart pounding with curiosity. As you opened the door to the bedroom, you found Yunho sitting on the bed, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever. The moment his eyes met yours, he smiled—and without hesitation, he started playing.

I used to wanna be

Living like there's only me

But now I spend my time

Thinkin' 'bout a way to get you off my mind 

I used to be so tough

Never really gave enough

And then you caught my eye

Giving me the feeling of a lightning strike

The moment you heard his voice, every weight you had been carrying melted away. His gentle melody wrapped around you like a warm embrace, filling the room with nothing but love.

Look at me now, I'm falling

I can't even talk, still stuttering

This ground of mine keeps shaking

You walked over and sat beside him, your heart swelling with affection. He tried his best to hold your gaze while singing, but his eyes kept flickering down to the guitar, making sure he played the right notes. The little furrow of concentration on his face was endearing, and you couldn’t help but find it absolutely adorable.

All I wanna be, yeah, all I ever wanna be

Is somebody to you

Everybody's tryna be a billionaire

But every time I look at you, I just don't care

'Cause all I wanna be, yeah, all I ever wanna be

Is somebody to you

You watched his fingers glide effortlessly over the strings, each note carrying the depth of his emotions. Then you noticed his eyes, rimmed with tears, his voice trembling ever so slightly. A lump formed in your throat as you bit your lip, trying to hold back your own tears, completely overwhelmed by the love in this moment.

I used to ride around

I didn't wanna settle down

But now I wake each day

Lookin' for a way that I can see your face 

I've got your photograph

But baby, I need more than that

I need to know your lips

Nothing ever mattered to me more than this

'Cause all I wanna be, yeah, all I ever wanna be, yeah

Is somebody to you

As Yunho played the final note, a few tears slipped down his cheeks. You smiled softly and asked, “How long did it take you to learn?”

“Few weeks,” he admitted, blushing as he set the guitar aside. Then, without hesitation, he cupped your face gently in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your skin.

As you both sat together in the room, the soft glow of the candles still flickering around you, Yunho turned to you, his expression serious but full of love. “y/n,” he whispered, “I just need you to know how much you mean to me. You’ve brought so much light into my life, and I can’t imagine a day without you in it.”

He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so grateful for you, for everything you are. I love you more than I could ever express, y/n… Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“I love you too, Yunho. Happy Valentine’s Day,” you whispered, your heart swelling with warmth as you watched his tears fall.

Seeing him so emotional, you couldn’t help but coo softly before leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. His hands tightened around you slightly, as if he never wanted to let go, pouring all his love into that one tender moment.

“Movie and cuddles?” he whispered against your lips, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

You smiled, nodding as you rested your forehead against his. “That sounds perfect.”

Yunho let out a soft chuckle, wiping away the last of his tears before pulling you into his arms, ready to spend the rest of the night wrapped up in each other.

As you snuggled under the blanket together, the soft glow of the movie playing in the background, you couldn’t help but smile. Every moment felt like a dream, and you were overwhelmed with gratitude. You had never imagined someone could be so perfect—so loving, so thoughtful—and here he was, right beside you, making every day feel like Valentine’s Day.

[rekino2114]

Valentine prompt for Lacey with "rewatching wedding video"

You and Lacey rewatching your wedding video

Valentine's prompt #17

Prompts list

Pairing:lacey x gn reader

A/n:I might be tired and out of it because of school, but nothing will stop me from giving lacey all the love she needs

Your wedding was definitely Lacey's favorite day, only rivaled by the day she met you and the day you accepted her confession.

It was the day she was you two were forever bound to each other, the day when she finally let the entirety of her past behind to stay with you, you were her everything and from that day on she could say it with the utmost confidence in her words.

Which is why she loved rewatching it with you every year on your anniversary and on Valentine's Day, surroundings by all the flowers, chocolates, and hundreds of other gifts you gave her that she didn't think she deserved, of course she wouldn't say that to you as that would lead to even more gifts and kisses and reassurances of love, but she still loved them, just like she loved you.

"You looked beautiful, not that you don't now, that day was just special"

"T-thank you"

You had complimented her so many times but every time you said something about her wedding dress it was special, because she had made it herself, with how much she loved fashion you encouraged her to do it and even with how insecure she was about it all of your compliments made her feel confident about it ans about herself, she felt beautiful all because of your words

".......really.....thank you"

Lacey smiled and nuzzled into your chest. You loved seeing her so happy and comfortable. Now that you were married, your desire to see her happy and keep her safe increased even more. She was your wife now, and she deserved nothing but pure happiness forever

"For what?"

"For giving me this"

She raised her right hand and flashed you her ring, the one that you got for her and that she cried about when she saw for the first time

"It's nothing, I already told you I'd do anything for you"

The video continued now with lacey walking down the aisle. She did so alone, of course. You two didn't even leave enough chairs for her "family" not that she minded at all. It felt really nice to be alone in that moment. It felt like she had control in her life and by going up to you alone she was choosing to marry you.

"Your vows were beautiful"

"Yours too, I just put all the love I had for you and how thankful I am on paper and that came out"

You giggled a bit when you saw her almost crying from reading her vows

"H-hey, don't laugh. It was very emotional"

"I know, sorry, I'm just so happy you cried from happiness for once"

"I....kinda do that a lot since I met you.....and I'm actually really glad for that"

"Don't mention it"

Finally, the video reached the moment of the kiss, and you could see Lacey's eyes sparkle at that, your kisses were always wonderful but that one felt like she was on top of the world, like all of the pain she went through was worth it all for one kiss.

You sensed how she was feeling and held her hand tighter, happy to see no reaction from her, you then got closer and asked her

"Could I kiss you now too?"

"I would never say no"

You got even closer and kissed her lips, she reciprocated, and you two stayed like this, lost in each other's lips, for a while before breaking the kiss and looking at each other with so much pure love

"I am so proud of how comfortable you've become with my touch, I love you so much"

"There is nothing that you do that will ever make me uncomfortable, we're married now and I want to stay with you forever, your affection is one of the many things I want to feel in our marriage"

".......I love you so much, my wife"

"I love you too, so so much, thank you, for everything and especially for marrying me"

[lychniis]

⚘ ― EVENFALL ! ( valentines day event ).

( # )ㅤ evenfallㅤ —ㅤ twilight ; dusk. the period or the light from the sky between full night and sunrise or between sunset and full night.

syn. a valentines day / white day event inspired by hozier lyrics ( and also seconding as my 1000 follower event i suppose XD ). feel free to drop by and select a prompt from the list below alongside a flower / genre. you could always opt for more flowers. however please note that minors are not allowed to request for / interact with nsfw works. please note that the maximum character limit is three.

this was more of a last minute bout of silliness, but i'd love to write some requests for you guys after supporting me and my bs for nearly two years now XD. so hey hey, my inbox is open to be raided! i'm currently taking this event for genshin impact and honkai star rail!

prompts. the prompts and flowers available are listed below. you can request a single prompt + one of more flowers of your choice! you could also add some additional suggestions if you'd like, say a setting or an au or a scenario! requests close by the 20th of febuary. i'll start posting on white day, march 14th.

daisy — fluff.

hyacinth — angst.

tulip — crack / humor.

orchid — smut.

i. ❛ there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. ❜

ii. ❛ no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to her. ❜

iii. ❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜

iv. ❛ some like to imagine. the dark caress of someone else. i guess any thrill will do. ❜

v. ❛ honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes. i feel like a person for a moment of my life. ❜

vi. ❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

vii. ❛ honey please, try to love me. my love will never die. ❜

viii. ❛ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty, oh my sunlight. ❜

ix. ❛ you don’t understand, you should never know, how easy you are to need. ❜

x. ❛ idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword. ❜

xi. ❛ honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. ❜

xii. ❛ i'm so full of love I could barely eat. ❜

xiii. ❛ honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago. ❜

xiv. ❛ i know who i am when i’m alone. i’m something else when i see you. ❜

xv. ❛ there’s something tragic about you. ❜

xvi. ❛ there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. ❜

xvii. ❛ still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs. ❜

xviii. ❛ i’ve known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. ❜

xix. ❛ screaming the name of a foreigner's god, the purest expression of grief. ❜

xx. ❛ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted, but i’m singing like a bird about it now.

xxi. ❛ the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. ❜

xxii. ❛ i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ❜

xxiii. ❛ i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

xxiv. ❛ honey please, try to love me. my love will never die. ❜

xxv. ❛ i had been lost to you, sunlight, and flew like a moth to you. ❜

xxvi. ❛ it’s not my arms that will fail me, but this world takes more strength than it gave me. ❜

xxvii. ❛ i need you to run to me, run until you feel your lungs bleeding. ❜

xxviii. ❛ i will not ask where you came from. i will not ask and neither should you. ❜

xxix. ❛ be still, my foolish heart. don't ruin this on me. ❜

xxx. ❛ honey, i wanna race you to the table, if you hesitate, the getting is gone. ❜

( all the dialog prompts presented here are taken from songs by hozier. i own none of them. )

EVENT WORKSㅤ •ㅤ ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

[trashywritestrash]

On the Subject of Love

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Word Count: 584

Warnings: None, just a short lil thing for Valentine's!

A/N: The card and response poems are from Thomas Richardson’s “Gentleman’s Valentine Writer” which wasn’t actually published until 1828, but I needed ideas okay? Also, I wrote this while Bridgerton was still in the lead in the poll lol

gif by fifty5hades

For as long as you could remember, Anthony Bridgerton had always sworn that he was not in want of a wife. Therefore, you were not expecting to receive anything from him as Valentine's Day approached. This is where you were proven wrong.

The day came, and with it came a bouquet of flowers and a card from the Viscount himself. In your sitting room was a breathtaking bunch of burgundy musk roses. The color was meant to represent simplicity and beauty, meanwhile the rose variety stated that Anthony found you to be charming. You picked up the card, but before you could read it, your mother entered the room.

Spotting the obvious floral arrangement, your mother spoke up, "Those are lovely, dear! Which gentleman sent them?"

"Viscount Bridgerton sent them," A small smile graced your features as you gazed upon the flowers. "I must admit, I did not think him to be interested in me. Father only introduced us at the start of the season."

"That is plenty of time for him to grow attached. Don't fret, my love. He only sent flowers, as any good suitor should. It is not as if he is proposing marriage." Your mother chuckled lightly before she noticed the card in your hand, "Oh, he sent a valentine as well? Now that is bold. What does it say?"

The card itself did not feature the same hand drawn images as other cards may, but it was embellished with an elegant gold overlay and floral embossing. The writing was clearly done by hand, but carefully in order to remain legible.

As I wander'd about 'tother day full of thought, With the subject of love I was very much caught: Whether best to live single, or best with a wife; I assure you within me was terrible strife. Thinks I to myself, one is stupid alone, And I'm sure I have read, "two is better than one;" So a wife I have fixed on, that wife shall be you, If it please you, and I will be constant and true.

You felt a heat rush to your cheeks as you read the card. Unable to voice the words aloud, you gave the card to your mother so she could read it herself. Her eyes widened as she took in the meaning of the words. "Alright, he implies marriage! However, this is not a proper proposal. He may be a viscount, but Mr. Bridgerton must ask for your hand officially."

With that, your mother left the room, most likely on a mission to inform your father about the viscount's card. Her absence gave you a moment to stare at the message and ponder your emotions. Truly, you could not say that you were in love with Anthony Bridgerton. You did not know him well enough for that yet. But, it was not as if you felt nothing toward him. His words caused your heart to flutter within your chest, filled with glee at the thought of the viscount having an interest in you.

In little time, you had gathered the materials required to make a valentine of your own. Surely, it would be rude to send no response to his lovely prose. And surely you could send it without your parents reading it first.

"To be constant and true"--your promise is fair, And I with your lines am quite smit I declare; So I, at your word, take you, and send you this line, To say I rejoice to be your Valentine.

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[totallynotashieldagent]

Omgg hiii I saw your prompt list!! Can you do

#8 "I swore I’d never fall in love, but you made me ruin that promise” w/Hal pleaseee (I know he has commitment issues but I can change him ✋🏻😔 lol)

Thank you!!! 💚💚

💕valentine's day drabble special💕

This was not Hal. Fucking hell if Barry saw him, he'd be the laughingstock of the entire League but here he was. Buying overpriced flowers on 14th of February on all days.

And for what?!

Never mind. He didn't need his brain to answer that. He knew for what. He just didn't want to confront it. Or admit it. Or even think about it. But how could he not think about it when it had already happened? When he'd already- Fuck my life, how did this happen?

Hal sighed again, rubbing his palm over his face.

He checked his phone for the millionth time as if some otherworld entity would hack his Google Calender and change everything up. But no. So far, everything was perfectly according to plan. Reservations at that stupid Michelin Star restaurant that stayed booked out for months were still there.

The florist was currently preparing a bouquet that would've costed him half price if it had been any other day but god, his girl deserved to be wooed in the most romantic way possible. And Hal Jordan didn't pull punches.

He would be that man. The man that his girl gushed and raved about- The man his girl's friends were jealous of. The man that his girl's friends' boyfriends and husbands hated because they would always fall short because he always went so above and beyond.

Yup. He'd always be that guy.

And because you deserved the universe. And by the power of Oa, he would do his damn well to do it.

"That'll be $450." The florist said, snapping Hal out of his reverie.

$450? Fucking hell, man. He groaned but paid with a smile.

The card swiped, his phone dinged with the notification and he left.

It was just an hour later that he'd picked you up and he could hardly believe it.

He was going to do it. The engagement ring felt as heavy as the sun in his coat pocket as you looked over at him.

"You okay, baby?" You asked. Three years together, this was the first time he was actually on planet for Valentine's. Hal just nodded, his hands so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles were white. "Hal?" You said again.

"I'm okay." He strained. "Just- Hope we find parking." He forced the lie.

God, why was it so hard with her? He wasn't to jump out of the car and fly into space. He never had trouble lying or bullshitting his way out of things but you? One look into your eyes and he felt like he was 14 and discovering that girls didn't have cooties.

Fuck. He took deep breaths.

The dinner was... odd, to say the least. You knew something was up but every time you asked, he'd deflect or deny.

"Hal, seriously- What's gotten into you?" You finally snapped as the waiter brought dessert. "You've been so fidgety throughout!"

"Have not!" He protested like a child. You gave him an icy glare and he deflated.

The waiter stood awkwardly, the dessert plate in his hands. "Um- Should I come back later or-" He offered weakly.

"No, no-" Hal waved him to the table. "Here. I-" He huffed. "I swore that I'd never fall in love but you made me ruin that promise." He said grumpily as the waiter set down the plate.

A beautiful decadent dessert with a sparkling, vintage-styled ring in the middle on the table and you felt like you couldn't breathe.

"Hal-" You blinked in surprise.

"Well, don't make me ask." He pouted. "Just- Just put it on, will you?"

Congratulations!!! You did change him!! You're engaged!!!

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Date night prompt with Croc, valentines date night in, but uh oh, SO didn't even realize it's Valentine's Day because they've never had someone willing to actually celebrate it with them.

Idk I just get all fuzzy inside thinking about coming home to a big ass bouquet of roses and someone cooking some of my favorite foods for dinner for me lol

"Memorable Valentine's" Killer Croc x Reader Valentine's Date (Valentine's Day Event 2025)

Alright, you will have to give me a tiny bit of grace because I am guessing at foods you like. Hope you enjoy spice! This ask is for the 2025 Valentine's Day Event.

TW: Suggestive

It had all begun one evening in mid-January. The grocery store was assembling holiday endcaps and displays for Valentine's Day. Flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals- Whatever would sell and make money. The two of you were just picking up some things. Waylon pushed the cart as you glanced at the red and pink layout.

"I've never been a Valentine's Day person." You thought aloud, then explained, "Never had anyone that wanted to do it with me... I kind of forget about it, you know?" It was off-hand- You assured Waylon you were happy to have someone to celebrate with this year.

Even then, Waylon knew you were likely going to forget this entire conversation, along with the holiday itself. It wasn't out of malice or not caring- He was the same way. In that vein, however, the mental note became a beacon for him. He needed this first Valentine's Day together to be perfect. Or, at the very least, good.

The issue in retrospect was Waylon had also never had someone for the day before. What did boyfriends normally do on this day...? Flowers? Yeah, he could do that. Chocolate? He's pretty sure he knows your favorite kind. The food- he's never liked a fancy restaurant where people stare at him. Plus, you actually liked his cooking, so...

Still, he texted several rogues who had more experience with this sort of thing. Advice ranged from the helpful to... well. Frankly, couyon kind of shit. The recommendation to hold the gaudy place on sixth hostage might have been the worst. Seriously, what was that Nygma guy's deal? All for oysters?

Pamela offered a favor for a favor. Roses, cultivated by hers truly for some muscle in the future. What Waylon hadn't expected was her to show up after you'd left for the day with a bouquet that swept just above the floor. Cross-bred, burgundy, and pink, and when she tried to explain the science behind it, he felt like his head was going to spin.

Admittedly, they looked stunning on the dining room table. Wrapped chocolates you liked surrounding them on the table... Then it would just be food. He'd thought on it for some time. Something... good but maybe fancy?

Coq au vin. Chicken stew with bacon, mushrooms- whatever you liked or disliked, he tweaked it to your tastes. By the time he heard the jingle of your keys by the door, the house smelled of spices, cooked wine, and felt pleasantly warm. He waited to hear the pitter of your steps to the dining room.

"Oh fuck, it's Valentine's Day." He heard you drop your bag and jacket, "I'm so sorry Waylon, I-"

"Forgot?" He laughed, placing bowls filled with food on the table, "I knew it."

"And you made dinner?" Your hand went to your face, "I'm such a jerk-"

"Aw, sha, no, no." Waylon wrapped his arms over you, patting your head, "I wanted this to be about you. You said you'd never had it like this before, so... I'm making it memorable. C'mon, sit down."

Gently, with your hands in his, he pulled you into a chair before putting a bowl in front of you. Then, he plucked the bud of a rose with his claw-like nails and tucked the flower into your hair behind your ear. The knuckle of his hand traced along your cheek to your jaw. Always careful to not hurt you even on accident.

The first bite of food was almost emotional. It was savory, flavorful and it gave you that safe at home feeling. Perhaps you did get a little teary eyed given everything. All of this and you hadn't even gotten him a card.

"It's so good..." You murmured, "Waylon-"

"Nah, don't." He waved his hand, "You love me?"

"So much. Waylon, I love you." Your hand went to his arm, the scales seeming to almost shiver under your skin.

He shrugged, "That's all I want. You want to do something, get me next year, huh?"

A beat passed after he took another bite.

"...Shit. I love you, too." Waylon started, then got flustered, "Not shit- I- Ah, fuck it. Hope you like your coq au vin."

It was there. It was right there and you couldn't help it, "You hope I like my cock?"

"Don't eat too much, I hope you like my cock-"

"Dessert, right?"

"Sha, you're gonna kill me." He laughed with a wheeze before leaning to kiss you, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Waylon."

[starwarsmum]

Chapter 6 of Introducing: Mousinette! Results Day 😁

After Marinette left Gotham behind (hopefully temporarily) she braced herself for the final school term. She woke on the first morning back at school and felt melancholic - this was the last time she would start a fresh term with her current friends. Sure, it wasn't like she'd never see them again but still.

“Tikki, why is change so hard? I had a wonderful time in Gotham, but how is it possible that lycée is over so soon?” she sighed, ruffling her fingers through her hair as she took a final look in the mirror. Tikki gave her some encouraging words and she smiled, grabbing her backpack as she walked out of the room.

Approaching the lycée, Marinette slowed down and checked her phone for messages. Now that she was back in Europe, her new American friends were unlikely to message her during her morning routines and school - they should either be sleeping or working. But Adrien had found time to message her, asking about her trip and whether she was ready for school again.

She smiled and sent him a short text saying that she was happy but also sad and nervous about the next step after this. The rest of this term was about preparing students for their next step in life, rather than learning about topics. She kept her smile all the way to her desk, thankfully able to block out Lila's high pitched (and likely false) recounting of her break.

Sadly, she could only ignore it for so long, Alya dragging her into the conversation by asking how her break was.

“Isn't it crazy that you were both in Gotham? Lila was just saying that she spent most of her break with the Waynes, which is so cool! Didn't you say you went to view the Gotham U campus with your aunt and uncle?”

“Yeah, and we met up with my online friend's family. She has a younger brother planning to go to GU, same as me! He's a bit of a jerk, but you know, I don't have to spend time with him if I get accepted. I've already started researching fashion internships, in case. How was your break?”

“My break was boring, mostly spent it babysitting and being relieved that there's no more tests! Ooh, your online friend that sent you flowers on Valentine's Day? Did sparks fly when you finally met face to face?”

“Um, no, I think I traumatised her, actually. And she definitely only sees me as a little sister, so I spent some of my time getting over the tiny crush I had,” Marinette shrugged. She had grown massively from when she would sob about how unfair it was that someone didn't love her back. She had a better sense of her own self-worth and wasn't going to waste her energy on trying to force things to change. “Besides, she's almost twice my age, I'm not sure I would have liked her as much if she did have feelings for me.”

“Oh, that's such a shame, Marinette!” Lila cooed, drawing Alya’s attention back to her. “I'm sure you'll find someone eventually , some people are just unlucky like that. Like my friend, Damian, he told me he has feelings for someone, but she doesn't feel the same. I've told him I'll help him confess but he won't even tell me who it is.”

“Ooh, girl, you don't think he could be crushing on you , do you?” Alya had taken the bait, and Marinette had to work not to audibly groan. She knew it was all lies, because after spending two evenings with Barbara's not-quite-family, she had worked out that they were the same Waynes that Lila had been bragging about for the past few months. When she had asked about her, they had claimed confusion and she let it go.

“Oh, I hope not,” Lila replied, managing to sound both flattered and crestfallen. Honestly, if Marinette didn't detest her so much she would be impressed. “I would hate to hurt a friend, just because I don't feel the same. I mean, we all know how certain people,” she added significantly, eyes darting to Marinette, “can't handle when people don't return feelings. Our friendship might not be the same again!”

Gritting her teeth, Marinette turned away as Alya continued the conversation and tried to get a handle on the flash of anger that had flickered through her. It's my last term with the lying witch, she consoled herself. And then I'll be away from here, actually friends with some of the Waynes and she'll drop into obscurity.

_ _ _

Barbara was in the batcave when her phone started belting out Katrina and the Waves’ Walking on Sunshine. The others around her, getting ready to call it a night after patrol, glanced over to her, quizzical looks on most faces. Damian was scowling, but given that was his usual look, she paid it no mind.

“Hey Mari, what's up?” Barbara said as she answered the phone. Jason snorted at the ringtone and Damian seemed to freeze before shrugging it off. She eyed him speculatively for a moment, before focussing back on the call.

“I got in!” Came the shriek from the other end of the line. “I got my BAC score today, and I got a freaking 19 and I only needed a 16 to get in so I'm going to Gotham University!”

“That's incredible, way to go Mari! Does that mean it's time to apply for those internships? Oh my god, you have to promise me we'll do girls nights when you're here,” she was babbling, but she wasn't used to having civilian friends any more. It would be nice to let loose with Marinette, even if it was only once in a while.

“Obviously we will, but I have to go for now, I need to go down and tell my parents! Talk to you on Saturday.” And the dial tone rang in Barbara's ear suddenly. She grinned, shaking her head. Chances were, Marinette would realise she had called Barbara at 3 in the morning, Gotham time, but she was pleased that she had wanted to tell her so much that the time difference hadn't even crossed her mind.

“I take it that your…friend will be attending the same university as me this fall?” Damian said suddenly, standing to the side. He huffed slightly at her brisk nod and walked away without another word. She glanced around and caught Dick's eye, but he only shrugged as he walked over to her.

“I don't know what that was about, he hasn't mentioned her to me since the day we went to tour the college,” he said. “You know what he's like with new people though, he's probably just worried we're going to make them hang out.”

Barbara hummed in agreement, picking up her phone again when a message chimed. She smiled when she saw that Marinette had indeed realised the time in Gotham and was both apologetic and a little concerned that Barbara had still been awake.

Across the world in Paris, Marinette had messaged Chloe, Kagami, Adrien and Alya to let them know the good news. She was grinning from ear to ear, bouncing around her room and squealing every now and then. She had already started packing almost everything, regardless of if she would need it between now and when she moved to Gotham.

“Tikki, it's really happening! Oh my God, it's going to be so incredible, we can move into the dorms, make friends and learn so much! And I need to find an internship, God that's going to be so stressful!” She threw herself into her desk chair and let it wheel her to her computer, throwing herself onto her arms.

“Marinette, I'm so proud of you! You worked so hard on your BAC, and you have so many options with internships thanks to the work you've put into commissions!” Tikki was fluttering around her head, smiling and squealing. “We’ll need to consider our options because we can't let any dorm mates know about me.”

“Ugh, right, magical secrets,” Marinette moaned, thinking hard. “The dorms we looked at were pretty small, not a lot of privacy and no soundproofing. That doesn't sound like I'd be able to keep you out of the box…okay, new plan! We're going to secure an internship and get an apartment, that way it's our space. It'll probably be easier doing commissions anyway.”

Now that she had made the first decision, it was easy to see what next steps to take. She started looking at the listings near the university for 1 or 2 bedroom apartments, writing off several that looked beautiful but had ridiculously low prices. She settled on two or three that seemed reasonable and sent emails to them.

She then started to scout out internships, checking the employees testimonies and looking at potential salaries. She sent emails to all of them, but took extra care on the ones she wanted. Wayne Enterprises was at the top of her list, both because she knew them personally and because it was high on the list for employee treatment. 

She sighed and stretched again, checking her phone and grinning at her new messages. She opened the one from Kagami first, the slightly formal manner making her glow with pride at how well she had done. Chloe's was more relaxed but just as proud. Alya hadn't messaged back yet, but Adrien’s was sweet.

Hey Bug, that's so awesome! I knew you could do it, you've always been the perfect one of the two of us. Let me know if I can help at all with the changes etc. <3

Although it had been a hard decision at the time, breaking up was the right thing to do. When they had revealed their identities after catching Hawkmoth, it had been awkward and tense. They had decided together that there was too much between them now, and that being friends was better than trying to force it to work.

They had both made token arguments, trying to keep the relationship, if only because it turned out they were Ladybug and Chat Noir, Marinette and Adrien; their friends shipped them so hard, they had practically cried when the pair finally started dating (Alya totally cried when they stopped dating, too). 

Their new friendship was built on the solid foundation of having spent time fighting a supervillain, shared stresses of hidden identities and dealing with mini gods. But moving in with his aunt in England meant that Adrien had had to break up with another person - Plagg. Plagg was getting some much needed rest in the Miracle Box, coming out occasionally to chat with the Guardian and Tikki.

Now that she was out of texts and tasks, Marinette decided it was time to do some designing again. She had a free day from lycée and planned to utilise it properly. All of the joyous energy that had flooded her was ready to be honed, and she wanted to see what she came up with. 

So it was several hours later that she heard the chime of her emails, and realised that she hadn't moved in that time. Cursing softly, she made her way to the bathroom, went down to the kitchen to grab a drink and a snack, before settling down in front of the computer again. She opened the new email, squealing when she saw it was from Wayne Enterprises.

Dear Miss Dupain-Cheng, 

It was a pleasure to receive your application for the internship offered here at Wayne Enterprises and we are considering your application currently. We do wish to clarify some things regarding your experience up to this point.

You have successfully worked with Mme Audrey Bourgeois, and won a competition with the brand previously known as Gabriel. Based on those, we would just like to discuss what you have worked on since your brand ceased trading in the past year.

We look forward to hearing from you,

The Office of Timothy Drake-Wayne

Co-CEO

Marinette chewed her lip, wondering if she was ready to out the face behind MDC. On one hand, this was why she had rebranded, she needed to get her work out there and make it easier to break onto the fashion scene later. On the other…the anonymity meant that she didn't have to deal with paparazzi, or people trying to be friendly with her just because she was kind of famous. Her hands hovered over the keyboard before deciding, and starting the email back. She checked the time and saw that it was still early in the day in Gotham.

Good morning,

Thank you for your speedy reply, I appreciate that you are a very busy company so it means a lot that you have taken the time this morning.

In regards to my brand, I rebranded in December last year. Prior to the rebrand, I had kept my connection to Jagged Stone secret as I am still 17, and did not wish to present myself to the media yet. As this is still the case, I trust that you will treat this information with discretion.

All of my current work can be found under my new website, mdcdesigns.fr  

If you have any further questions, please do not hesitate to contact me, either by email or phone,

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (MDC)

She tried to relax but was checking her emails every few minutes. She figured they would need to check her claims out, but she so badly wanted this internship. It was the best paid - ie, not volunteer work - and the company had raving reviews from long standing employees.

After what felt like hours, but was only minutes, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. She picked it up hastily, not bothering to look at the screen as she did so. She felt herself physically deflate when Alya responded to her greeting.

“Girl, a 19? That's crazy amazing! We have to celebrate, like immediately! I can have the girls ready to go in half an hour, tops, and we can do whatever you want. I'll bet the others will want to celebrate their scores too, and anyone who doesn't can commiserate!” Alya was so enthusiastic that Marinette couldn't help laughing.

“Als, it's, like, Wednesday. We should wait until Friday, that way we can plan something spectacular,” Marinette mused, already jotting down a couple of ideas. “Now, I'm not 18 yet, so that vetoes a couple of options, but we could go for a meal, get glammed up and head to this new dance club, it allows 16 and up, you just can't drink without ID. Oh, or we could go listen to a band somewhere, although Kitty Section is obviously a no, since they'll want to relax too. Hmmm, why don't we- oh, sorry, that's another call, can I catch you back in a little bit? Thanks, Alya, speak soon!”

She switched calls while Alya was still laughing and went to say hello when someone else interrupted immediately.

“How could you not tell us you were MDC?” came Tim's voice. He sounded highly affronted, and Marinette choked back a nervous giggle. “You knew we wanted to know, Babs must have told you we were fans, so why didn't you say anything?”

“Uh, hi Tim, nice to hear from you,” she replied awkwardly. “Well, first off, I said in my email why I didn't say anything. Also I know Babs pretty well but I only met you that week? Anyway, Babs was the one that wanted it kept a surprise.”

“I didn't think you were so malicious, Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Tim said gravely, although he undercut the gravity with a snort a moment later. “God, no wonder we couldn't find out though, I bet she designed your website, didn't she? I knew the code was familiar when I struggled to crack it, but she didn't say anything so I didn't put it together.”

“She did, and off the record, the reason I needed a new site is because someone started spreading rumours that I was stealing someone else's work, so I had to shut my old one down. That's why I needed Babs' help to set up a new one, I couldn't trust my friend to do it without blabbing.”

“Oh, well, that sucks. Whatever, I already talked to Babs and she confirmed that you are who you say you are so I wanted to call personally and offer you a job.”

“Don't I need to interview for the internship? Aren't there, I don't know, a bazillion other candidates that need to be sorted through?” Marinette was alarmed at how quickly it was all moving.

“An internship? Oh, hell no, I want to hire you as the fashion consultant for Wayne Enterprises. We don't have one currently, just sort of pick up the odd suit and have Alfred tailor it, but if you're willing, we could give you a job to be in charge of our public event wardrobes.”

“...you know I'm going to be a student in the fall, right? And that I can't be a full time employee because I'm not even 18 yet?”

“Oh, well, sure, but there's no point giving you an internship when we could take you on part time. My understanding is that you're getting a full ride to GU and therefore don't need the money for school fees, but I promise as a part time employee, your pay would be significantly better than an intern’s. Plus, that leaves the internship open to someone who needs it.”

“How do you even know about the scholarship?” Marinette was stunned. He wanted to hire her? No awful internship, she could do what she loved for people she knew and liked? It sounded too good to be true. “Wait, no, that's not the point. I mean, yes, obviously I want the job, when do you want me to start? I can't move to Gotham right now, because I have to finish the year, and my birthday isn't until July, but then I could make my way over in August?”

“Okay, awesome, what if we hired MDC as a independent consultant, through your website, for the next 2 months, you can start making some designs for everyone, and then you can sign an actual contract just after your birthday, then whenever you move to Gotham, we can set you up with an office and creative space?”

It was more than Marinette could have dreamed of, and she was quick to agree. They hashed out the logistics, but he sounded just as gleeful as she felt when the call disconnected. She squealed and did a happy dance, picking up her phone to call Alya back. 

_ _ _

Once Damian knew that he would be seeing Marinette again, he decided that he needed to change his behaviour. It was not a sudden revelation, he had been thinking about their interactions more often than he would admit ever since she had gone back to Europe. So over the next week or so, Damian made an effort to improve his conversational skills. He spoke to random students at his high school, worked on being more patient with Kent, and asked his father to find him some work at his company to spend time with a range of different personality types. 

He of course did not relay this particular reason to his father, giving a more general explanation of wanting to get a feel for the business before he began working towards his economics degree. His father readily agreed and Damian found that he was more than capable of marshaling his temper around buffoons.

He did not want his brothers to make more of his change of behaviour than there was, and so he seldom interacted with others at the same time as them. Even so, Grayson had commented more than once that his patience had improved drastically, most likely referring to the fact that he had not threatened anyone who had been overly familiar with him.

He was determined to make a better impression on Marinette the next time they met.

[annymation]

Okay, I know Valentine's Day just passed, but how would a Valentine's Day interaction go with Aster and Asha? What would each of them do for each other on Valentine's Day?

Sorry for the VERY late reply, haven't got much time to answer lately, and before I didn't have much inspiration for this one, but @uva124 gave me an idea, so here's a little Valentine's day story

Asha decided that for Valentine's day she'd make a painting for Aster, a painting of a field of purple aster flowers, with a beautiful night sky.

However, because she's quite the perfectionist, and not as skilled with painting as she is with drawing, she felt like the painting wasn't quite good enough no matter what she did. So for days before Valentine's day arrived she'd hide in her room trying to finish it, not letting Aster see it.

But then the day actually arrives and she loses track of time trying to finish it, before she knows it it's already close to night time

*knock knock*

"Asha? You're in there?" Aster asks worried from outside her room

"A-AH! Don't come it yet! I'm busy!" Asha has her hands and arms all covered in paint as she tries to hide her unfinished work behind a cloth

"I know, you said so earlier but... Valentine's day is almost over, do you wanna hang out?" Aster sounded a bit sad that they didn't even see each other earlier

Asha looks surprised noticing it's indeed sunset, she completely lost track of time "Oh no! Ugh I knew I should've used acrylic paint!" She says in frustration

(For those who don't know, acrylic paint dries way faster than oil paint, I'd know, I used to make oil paintings)

"What are you talking about" Aster says coming in the room, they see her covered in paint "*gasp!* You were painting!?" He smiles widely "I didn't know you knew how to draw AND paint too!"

"That's because I honestly don't know how to paint, this turned out a mess" She points to the canvas hidden behind a piece of cloth

"... Let me be the judge of that" Aster walks in and pulls out the cloth to see her art.

The night sky is full of white dots splattered around that do resemble stars, and the purple field of flowers looks quite messy because the flowers all sorta mixed together into one purple blur.

Aster looks at the canvas in awe while Asha covers her face in shame "It looks like a child made it, I'm sorry, I've wasted the whole day instead of spending time with y-"

"I LOVE IT!" Aster exclaimed hugging her tightly "It looks amazing! What do you mean "like a child made it"???"

Asha smiles at him, but she still feels insecure about the painting "I wanted it to be perfect"

They smile at her reassuringly "You don't have to be perfect, you just have to be you, and that's way more than perfect for me, okay?" he says while still hugging her

She blushes as a big smile stretches across her face, she hugs him as well "Okay heheh" she giggles a bit, feeling her heart flutter

"Now! It's my turn to give you a gift, come on!" Aster pulls her by the hand out of the room

They go to the cliff next to the tree Asha wished upon Aster

(I make a lot of romantic scenes take place next to this tree but come on it's a cool location)

They watch the sun set together, leaning on one another without really saying anything, just admiring the beautiful sight

Once the sun is gone and the stars start to appear, Asha says "That was a beautiful gift" holding Aster's hand

"Oh that wasn't my gift yet" Aster corrects her with a cheeky smile "OKAY GUYS! Do your thing!" Aster yells to the sky above them

Asha looks up, already excited to see what he got planned but... Nothing seemed to happen

"... Guys???" Aster asked the stars, already getting nervous they wouldn't do the one little favor he asked

Then, Asha sees it, a shooting star cutting through the night sky

"*Gasp!* You asked for a shooting star just for me?" Asha asks hugging his arm

Aster looks quite disappointed though "... No, I asked for a meteor shower, it was supposed to be A BUNCH of those, like come on, is throwing some asteroids around too hard???" They ask, frustrated that things didn't go as he planned

"Hehe you don't need to make a whole cosmic event happen to make me happy" She leans on their shoulder "I love just watching the sun set with you"

Aster feels his heart beating faster "And I love you"

"I love you too"

They kiss under the starry night sky.

A few more shooting stars can be seen passing by.

[backfireddedication]

Kim♡Ing Valentine's Day Special

Word count: 1,245

Summary:

Kimblee plans a Valentine's date for him and Ingrim. Things predictably go south, as he should've known better. But their relationship is strong enough not to be hampered by such a thing. The lesson? Communicate with your partner(s)!!!

A/N: Just a little something I whipped up today. Still shocked I got something out this quick.

Happy Valentine's Day! ❤️🩷❤️

♡♡♡

Kimblee's never cared for something as trivial as Valentine's Day. Of course, he's had no reason to. His short-lived flings have always been that: short. But this year is different. He actually (somehow) has a long-term committed relationship. The thought isn't particularly inspiring, but the opposite (letting Ingrim go) is much less so.

So, he decided to participate in society's celebration of romance for the first time. He had it all planned out: bring Ingrim flowers, take her to a fancy restaurant (and refuse to let her pay this time), and find a nice establishment where they can dance. Simple and effective.

He even decided to ditch his overcoat today to show off his figure, just like she's always asking him to. Everything was planned to a tee. He even — even — gave her a courtesy call to let her know he was coming.

Unfortunately, the universe enjoys playing tricks.

She's feeling sick today.

How "wonderful".

So Kimblee, instead, finds himself walking back to his apartment with groceries. There's no point in going out alone tonight.

As he's walking back from the market, he happens to look across the street.

And what does he find, but his Ingrim. Just minding her own business, healthy as can be.

It clicks.

She lied to him.

She actually lied to him.

And Kimblee isn't the man to let that slide.

He looks both ways and crosses quickly, dropping his things at the edge of a nearby alley. He grabs her wrist. She looks back to see who grabbed her, and she pales as she's dragged into the alley.

Kimblee forces Ingrim against the wall.

“You lied to me!”

Ingrim tries to look away, and Kimblee grabs her jaw and forces her to look at him.

“You said you were sick. I can live with that. I'm not a sentimental man. I won't lose sleep over not seeing you today, of all days. But you lied to me! Why?!”

Ingrim bites her cheek.

“...Let go.”

“Explain yourself!”

“You're making me uncomfortable.”

“Explain yourself right now!”

“...It's too much! Flowers, dinner, dancing, it's too much! I can't take it! Is that what you want to hear?!”

“You “can't take it”?! You gladly take it any other day of the year!”

“Today is different! It's a day meant for couples and–”

“We are a couple, Ingrim! Are we not supposed to celebrate that?!”

“Kimblee, please, you're suffocating me!”

“I'm just holding you by your shoulders!”

“I don't like this!”

“I don't like finding out you prefer lying to me over just telling me you didn't want to go out! You're not even acting like yourself! Tell me what your problem is!”

“I don't want to be tied down!!”

Kimblee is taken aback. He knows she has a problem with that, thanks to her less-than-stellar parents.

“In what way am I tying you down? Tell me.”

“I…I don't know..”

“...You're being a coward again.”

“Kimblee..”

“Don't ‘Kimblee’ me. You gave me your express permission to call you out. You said you want to be better. To be more mature. This isn't mature, Ingrim.”

Ingrim grabs his shoulders.

“...I know…”

“You're scared, aren't you?”

“Of course I'm scared. I've never felt anything like this for anyone, ever. It's overwhelming..”

“You don't think I'm overwhelmed either? I am. I am so out of my element with you. Everything about ‘us’ goes against all that I know. But I don't let the fear that comes from that control me.”

“You're a stronger person than I am..”

“You're plenty strong. I would never complicate myself for someone weak.”

Ingrim pulls Kimblee close.

“...I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry—”

She rests her forehead against his shoulder.

“—I'm being so pathetic right now, aren't I?”

“Yes, you are. Apologize again. Lying to me was a shitty thing to do.”

Ingrim withers a little at his words.

“I-I really fucked up, didn't I..? If you're saying things like that... I'm sorry, Kimblee. I mean it, truly. I'm sorry..”

“Good.”

Kimblee goes to take a step back, but Ingrim pulls him close again.

“I'm serious. Please forgive me..”

“You're such an idiot sometimes. I forgive you. Just don't be so pathetic. Don't let your fears control your life. And don't lie to me again.”

His hand comes up to cradle her head, while the other rests on her waist.

“You owe me, you know.”

“I do. But I want an apology as well.”

“For what? What did I do?”

“You manhandled me outside of bed. When I say ‘let go,’ I want to be let go.”

“You could've said ‘mercy.’”

“We aren't having sex. Why would I use our safeword?”

Kimblee…couldn't argue much against that. It would be strange to hear that outside of bed.

“Fine. I'll admit I gave in to my anger when I shouldn't have. For that, I'm sorry.”

“And you should've included me in planning our night.”

Kimblee takes a moment to think about that

…Maybe taking it upon himself and planning a big date with someone afraid of serious commitment on the very day that celebrates it…wasn't his best idea.

“...And I should have included you when I was making our plans for tonight. That was rather short-sighted of me.”

“And I should've been honest about my feelings. I shouldn't have lied to you.”

Ingrim lets go a bit.

“Are we good..?”

“Yes, I'd say we're good.”

He walks to the edge of the alley and grabs his groceries.

“Are you willing to celebrate at all?”

“If we can do something else, yes.”

Kimblee thinks. He looks down at his bags, then at Ingrim.

“How about dinner at your place? I'll go back to the market and get enough for the two of us. I'll cook, and you do what you do best.”

“Sit on the counter and look beautiful?”

“That's right.”

Ingrim smiles a bit, despite herself.

“That sounds like a plan. I'll hurry home and get ready.”

“Good. I won't keep you waiting too long.”

And he doesn't. They're back together in an hour. Kimblee cooks them a nice meal, making sure to keep Ingrim away from the food, lest it get burnt. Or undercooked. Or both.

…Or splattered on her ceiling.

Again.

But they share a nice meal alone together, with a bottle of wine and their favorite music over the radio. And they dance afterwards. Nothing fancy. Just slow and intimate.

“This is…nice..” Ingrim admits, her head against Kimblee's shoulder.

“Agreed. I have to admit, I think I'm enjoying this more than I would have at some club. We can just be ourselves here.”

“You look great, by the way. I can see the shape of your waist~”

“You find the strangest parts of my anatomy to admire. Not that I'm complaining,” he replies. “And I'd be remiss not to mention how lovely you look in that dress.”

“I figured I should wear your favorite, since you're looking so nice for me. It's a two-way street, after all.”

“That it is. Now, come here~”

He captures her lips in a kiss, and she doesn't hesitate in returning the affection. But she breaks away not long after.

“You know, I'd be remiss not to spend some quality time with you today, of all days. And I think I know a few tricks to make up for earlier~”

Ingrim takes Kimblee's hands and leads him back to her bedroom where they spend the rest of the night together wrapped up in each other's embrace.

♡

[rekino2114]

Is Valentine's Day prompt: 10 🩷 Chocolate lipstick for teruko tawaki from Danganronpa despair time on the board?

Teruko testing chocolate lipstick on you

Pairing:teruko tawaki x gn reader

Prompts list

"I.....uh.....don't wear lipstick"

"Whaaaat? No way,why?, I think you'd look way prettier with it"

Teruko glared at whit but decided to ignore his remark

"I never wipe it right, and it always gets on my teeth. One time, I got sick because some of it somehow ended up in my stomach"

".........how?"

"I'd like to know that too"

"Anyway you won't have to worry about that, cause this is edible........probably"

"What do you mean probably?"

"It's chocolate lipstick so it's gotta be......I think"

"It's lipstick......made of chocolate?"

"No it's probably just chocolate flavored lipstick"

"Why would anyone want flavored lipstick? much less chocolate flavored lipstick"

"Cause it makes kisses have flavor, who wouldn't want that? Also, because of valentine's day"

"Whatever, I don't want it anyway"

"I mean, you were the one to ask me for romantic stuff to do for y/n"

"Yeah, cause I have no idea what to do, I've checked everywhere, and literally all of the chocolates and flowers are sold out, and with my terrible handwriting, there's no way I can write a cute love letter that's readable"

"Then you should have made plans earlier"

"I DID but somehow everything got sold just when I went there to buy everything"

"Oh yeah......forgot about your luck problem"

"If you're not gonna be helpful then leave"

"I am being helpful. The chocolate lipstick is a good idea. You like kissing y/n, right?"

His question causes teruko to blush and look away

"Y-yeah"

"Now you can kiss them and make it chocolate flavored, isn’t that neat?"

"That's dumb...........but-"

Teruko took the lipstick out of whit's hand and looked it over before sighing

"I have literally no other option and don't wanna seem like a bad girlfriend so.....thanks I guess"

"No problem, if you ever need relationship help just remember your favorite matchmaker is always available"

"You're.....the only matchmaker I know"

"So? I'm still your favorite"

Teruko sighed and went to the bathroom to try the lipstick on. She found that it didn't make her lips stand out that much on her already tan skin but maybe that was for the better.

She went outside and found you standing on a bench using your phone, she got closer and sat next to you

"Oh hi teru, what's up?"

"Nothing much, u-uh h-happy valentine's day by the way"

"Oh hehe, thank you, don't think I forgot about that, I already have the gifts ready, I just wanted to give them to you after class"

"Y-yeah thanks, i-i have something for you too"

"Really? What is it?"

"Uh......t-this"

Teruko blushed even harder and got closer to you kissing your cheek and leaving a brown kiss mark on it

"Oh, you're wearing lipstick. That's unusual, but you look really pretty and your kisses are amazing either way"

"Thanks but it's not just......normal lipstick"

"What is it?"

"Let me know if you can taste it"

The ultimate lucky student kissed you again, on the lips this time, you kissed her back for a moment before realizing something and pulling back

"Oh it tastes like......chocolate?"

"Yeah, it's chocolate flavored lipstick, whit gave it to me, I know it's dumb but I really wanted to do something for you today and all my plans got ruined so-"

"I don't think it's dumb teru, I love chocolate and your kisses so this is perfect"

"R-really?"

"Yeah, by the way, you could have gotten nothing and I still wouldn't have said anything, I love you and anything you do for me is great in my opinion"

"No, getting you nothing would have just made me feel shitty, but I'm still glad you like it.......i-i love you too"

"That's great"

You got up and kisses her cheek, making her blush again

"Now how about we continue this chocolate flavored kissing session in my dorm later, I can give you the gifts and we can make out"

"That sounds great, I'll give you something special there, it's the least I could do"

"Hehe, I really can't wait teru"