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otomiyaa · 6 months ago

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Second Declaration of Love

Hayato x Ryuuichi

Collab with @ticklygiggles

A/N: I really miss this anime so much! We really poured all our love for it into this fic didn't we :)

Summary: Reupload from 14 Feb 2019 - Ryuuichi and Hayato are dating. Boyfriends. A couple. Then why is it so hard for Ryuuichi to give his boyfriend his homemade chocolate… on Valentines Day? (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 4K

The bag hanging on his shoulder feels heavier than ever as he slowly makes his way out of the daycare and to his classroom.

Everywhere around him is… red. Red-heart balloons, red-heart chocolate boxes, red-faced girls bowing their heads giving a boy homemade chocolate - everything red.

Even Ryuuichi feels a bit red himself, his heart beating fast against his ribs, making a sudden flush begin to creep up from his neck to the tip of his ears as he gets more and more close to his classroom. His hands are getting sweaty and his legs feel wobbly as he walks, barely able to hold his light weight.

He was so nervous. He spent most of last night making chocolate just for that person. He wondered how would he react;

Would he be angry? Happy? Would he punch him in the face for doing something like- Would he actually punch him in the face for doing something like this?! Ryuuichi nearly trips over his own feet at the thought clouding his head.

They’ve barely started their relationship; not a lot of people know about it, and, most importantly, they barely act any different from when they were just friends… He even wondered if they were really something else than just friends.

However, that’s not the point, what matters right now is that he has a bunch of homemade chocolates in his bag for his boyfriend and he’s not even sure if he’s gonna-

“Ka-Kamitani-san…”

Ryuuichi quickly hides in the corner as soon as he sees Hayato in front of a very shaky girl.

“I- I made this for you. I hope you like them!” She takes a little red box from behind her and Ryuuichi leans closer to see Hayato’s reaction.

“I don’t like chocolate.”

Ryuuichi feels his heart skipping a beat as his bag slides down his shoulder.

“But thank you, anyway.”

“Oh I’m sorry! I- I didn’t know!”

Ryuuichi feels his face get as red as that of the girl in front of Hayato.

“Uh, listen, Kamitani-san… I was wondering if you-”

“I’m not interested. Thank you for the chocolate.” Hayato nods his head as a goodbye and entered the classroom. Ryuuichi can’t help but feel bad about the girl, whose cheeks are slowly getting soaked with a few tears.

He waits until she leaves to finally enter the room; his body feeling heavy and his eyelids suddenly feeling tired.

“Good morning,” he says in the most cheerful voice he could manage as he enters the classroom. His eyes land on his boyfriend as soon as he enters and Hayato looks up at him, nodding his head as a greeting.

“Woah, Ka-Kamitani,” Ryuuichi gasps looking at his desk.

“Did you already get all of those chocolates? Classes haven’t even started yet.” Hayato shrugs, looking at the candy in front of him.

“Some girls gave them to me as I was making my way here.”

“I see,” Ryuuichi answers, sitting behind Kamitani.

“Are they homemade? They look delicious.”

He tries to smile warmly at him, but he fails and Hayato narrows his eyes as he watches the smile fading away quickly.

“Hey, are you-”

“Good morning class.”

He didn’t say anything even after class had finished. It’s now or never. Ryuuichi feels the chocolate in his bag practically beg for attention.

“K-Kami-” He’s cut short when a girl suddenly steps up, not that she’s mean, just… too nervous and shy about the thing she’s gonna do, unaware of her surroundings. Her shaking hands cling to a box of obviously homemade - with lots of love - chocolates, which she hands to him, and she squeezes her eyes shut.

“P-Please accept this! Kamitani-kun!” …. Ryuuichi blinks, looking from his boyfriend’s poker face to the girl, and then back.

“I…” Hayato gives a sigh.

“You don’t need to like me. Just… please accept them.” The girl already knows its just unrequited love and Hayato isn’t easy to win over. He’s so popular, even Ryuuichi himself is surprised.

The guys are gaping all day at the growing big pile of chocolates on and next to Hayato’s desk. Hayato just shrugs and takes them.

“Fine I guess.” The girl nods excitedly, bows a few times and mutters a quick thank you. She then hurries out of the classroom again. She’s not even their classmate. How on earth…?

“Again…?”

Hayato sighs as he pats the box of chocolates and then shoves it towards the other pile, looking totally uninterested and in all honesty a bit annoyed, rather than happy with what he’s received.

Hayato then suddenly turns, and his piercing eyes stare deeply into Ryuuichi’s soul. His hand that had been holding the chocolates in his bag, ready to take it out to give them to him, now drops the box again and he sighs nervously.

“W-W-What?” he asks, blushing like crazy. Hayato keeps staring intently. He then turns away.

“Nothing. Let’s go eat lunch.”

Ryuuichi is totally off that day. His mind is overflowing with thoughts and concerns. And as the hours tick by, it’s not only his boyfriend’s chocolate pile that’s getting bigger and bigger. It’s also Ryuuichi’s pile of reasons why he maybe shouldn’t give him the chocolate, growing bigger and bigger.

Hayato doesn’t like chocolate, like he obviously said.

Hayato will think he’s an idiot for making chocolates like some kind of girl hopelessly in love, and for thinking it’s okay to give him such a thing.

Hayato will be annoyed for receiving more while he already has all that.

Hayato will claim they’re not boyfriends at all like Ryuuichi’s been fearing the past few times and that their love confessions and that one kiss and evening they held hands had all been a distant dream.

“Ka-Kashima-kun!” Their last class just finishes when Ryuuichi picks himself up from his sea of thoughts as he hears two voices calling his name in sync. Two female voices. Both Ryuuichi and Hayato look up from their workbooks and see both Inomata Maria and Ushimaru Yuki stand in front of him.

Yuki is the first to step forward, her face as red as everything else today, and she plants a box of chocolates on his desk.

“F-F-F-For you! I hope you like them! Bye!” She’s running away faster than Ryuuichi can understand what’s going on.

Inomata then looks at him with her 24/7 tsundere face, aggressively plants hers on top of Yuki’s, her face red as well, and she breathes in to tell him in one breath:

“I had these ones left. They’re not homemade, if that’s what you think! You don’t need to eat them! But I’m giving them anyway! I thought no one would give you something so I felt bad, but then Ushimaru-san did it, but I think it’s good for you to have two. You can use them. Bye!”

And… She’s gone too. Ryuuichi blinks his eyes.

“Look who’s popular.” Ryuuichi blushes and looks at Hayato who’s been watching him, it seems. Ryuuichi frowns a little. Was that a compliment, or sarcastic? Like, he’s one to talk? His heart is beating like crazy. Maybe now’s his chance, his last chance, to give him his chocolates. But Hayato already packs his bag.

“Let’s go to club.” Oh, right, club. He still has another chance.

Another chance that goes wasted, since all they do is play with the kids, and Ryuuichi continues to worry and worry while the chocolates remain ungiven until the awkward moment they say their goodbyes and part ways.

Valentine’s Day what? Today wasn’t romantic at all!

His way back home is full of sad sighs and furtive worried glances from Kotarou as he holds onto his big brother’s shoulder.

“Nii-cha sad?” he places a tiny chubby hand on Ryuuichi’s cheek to pull him out of his thoughts. Ryuuichi jumps slightly at the touch and looks up to see his baby brother’s eyes looking at him, clouded with concern.

He tries to smile to ease his little heart. “Nii-cha had a long day today,” he explains, ruffling Kotarou’s head affectionately.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Nii-cha didn’t get choco?”

“I did get some choco…” …but not from the person I wanted.

“Inomata-san and Ushimaru-san made it themselves.” He smiles softly.

“I’ll make sure to give you some.”

While Kotarou beams with happiness about the chocolates, they arrive at home, Ryuuichi quickly opening the door and closing it behind him as he puts Kotarou down and steps out of his shoes.

“Kotarou-sama, Ryuuichi-sama, welcome home.” Saikawa suddenly appears in front of them, scaring the soul out of Ryuuichi’s body.

“Did you have a good Valentine’s Day at school?”

“A-Ah, Saikawa-san, we’re back.”

“Sai-cha!” Saikawa lowers his head, opening one of his eyes to look at Kotarou putting his backpack down to look for something inside. He pulls out two little heart-shaped chocolates and extends them up to the butler.

“Sai-cha, choco!”

“Kotarou-sama, perhaps, that chocolate you’re holding in your hands is for me?” Kotarou nodded, urging him to take them. Saikawa crouches down to take the chocolate and he places them close to his heart.

“Kotarou-sama, I don’t deserve these, but I’m greatly thankful. I’ll keep them forever.”

“Sai-cha no eat?”

“Well, only if Kotarou-sama would like that.” Kotarou smiles brightly and nods his head, letting out a soft ‘un!’. Ryuuichi smiles softly at the scene unfolding in front of him before he calls for his little brother’s attention.

“Kotarou.” The toddler turns around as Saikawa stands back up with the two chocolates in his hand.

“Why don’t you go and give Oba-san her chocolate?”

“Baa-cha!” Kotarou grabs his backpack to look for Baa-cha’s chocolate.

“Is anything bothering you today, Ryuuichi-sama? Did Hayato-sama enjoy the chocolate?” Ryuuichi nearly cries on the spot as his face flushes bright red again.

“I was not able to give the candy to Kamitani. I was too anxious and insecure that I just couldn’t.”

“Nii-cha sad!” Kotarou adds to it, and Ryuuichi is too late to hiss ‘Shhhh!” at him. He then turns back to Saikawa again and forces himself to smile.

“It’s okay. It’s just a day. I’ll give it to him next time. I’ll... Go to my room, do homework and stuff. Kotarou, we’ll play later, okay?”

Both Saikawa and Kotarou watch him as he walks away and he feels their eyes pierce through his back. He tries to ignore the worry in his chest after today’s failure of a Valentine’s Day, but he actually can’t.

Neither can he focus on his homework. Pfff why does this suck so bad? He stays in his room until it’s almost time for dinner, and just when he comes out, he hears oba-san call for him:

“Someone’s at the door!!”

Having missed the sound, Ryuuichi nods quickly and rushes to open it. And when he opens it, he almost falls over in surprise to see Hayato in front of him.

“Hi.”

Ryuuichi is completely frozen, and he tries to swallow away the dry feeling in his throat.

“H-Hi.”

Saikawa appears behind him and pulls the door further open.

“Welcome, Hayato-sama. Please come in. Thank you for accepting the invitation. Now if you two may please come this way.”

Invitation?

Ryuuichi is confused when he and Hayato both stagger after the confident butler. Walking next to him in silence, Ryuuichi tries to think about what he should say. He thinks of the chocolate he still wants to give him.

He thinks of the many things he wants to ask him but can’t, such as: Are we actually dating?

But then they arrive at the room Saikawa seemingly prepared for them, and Ryuuichi’s mouth falls open. He feels the heat climbing up from his chest all the way up to the tips of his eyebrows, one of them twitching as he looks at the scene in front of him.

“S-Saikawa-san!”

“Yes, Ryuuichi-sama? Is this not enough?”

Ryuuichi shrieks as he answers, “It is too much!”

There’s classical music playing in the background, a rounded table is beautifully covered with a white tablecloth, rose petals carefully sprayed on the surface, candles in the middle and - Was that a bucket with ice?!

“We’re underage,” Hayato says in his bored tone of voice.

“Don’t worry, Hayato-sama, it’s just a glass bottle of soda.”

A bottle of soda! Ryuuichi physically cringes at… this. He knows Saikawa just wants to help him out a little bit with Hayato, but this is seriously too much. Hic- Did Oba-san knew about this?!

“Chairwoman is taking care of Kotarou-sama, Ryuuichi-sama, so you can stop worrying about it.”

Ah nice, one less thing to worry about, there’s only this whole thing to worry about! Ryuuichi didn’t want to look at Hayato; he wanted to tell him to go back home, but as he was gathering courage to do so, Saikawa spoke again.

“Dinner is almost ready, so I invite you both to take a seat as you wait.”

Ryuuichi looks at him with widened eyes.

“Is something the matter, Ryuuichi-sama?”

“Yes, I don’t think-"

To his surprise, Hayato walks towards one of the chairs and pulls it out from under the table to sit.

Ryuuichi wants to scream, but as soon as he sees Hayato sit down, he quickly makes his way to the other chair across the table.

“Then, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Saikawa leaves and Ryuuichi starts to sweat. Why is this happening to him?! He’s embarrassed beyond words. Does Hayato feel like that too?

Sneaking a look at his companion, he flinches when he sees his eyes intently looking at him.

“Ka-Kamitani, I’m s-”

“Why is your butler doing this?” Hayato grabs one petal between his fingers before he tosses it in Ryuuichi’s direction.

“I’m truly sorry,” he bows his head a little. “I have no idea.”

“You don’t?”

The tone of his voice makes Ryuuichi feel somewhat guilty, after all, he does know why Saikawa’s doing this, but how could he admit it to Hayato?

“H-How’s Taka-kun?” He chooses to change the subject instead. Hayato’s eyebrow seems to twitch as he relaxes his back against the chair.

“He cried his eyes out when I told him I was going here and that he wasn’t coming with me.” Ryuuichi smiled, thinking about a screaming Taka-kun, he was somehow glad he wasn’t there to witness it.

“Poor Taka-kun.”

“Kashima.” Ryuuichi jumps.

“Y-Yes, Kamitani?”

“Why were you acting like that at school?” Bam. So direct!

Ryuuichi widens his eyes, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, but no words are coming out of him.

“Why did you get upset about the chocolates? Why is your butler inviting me over instead of you?”

Ryuuichi shook his head, his arms flailing around. “No! It’s not- it’s not like that I-”

“You what?”

“I…” he took a deep breath and looked down at the petals on the table.

“I made chocolate for you, Kamitani, but I started to feel self-conscious about it. I thought that you’d be disgusted by it and I thought that maybe we weren’t dating at all like I was thinking and I got even more scared to give you the stupid chocolate when all those girls were all over you giving their candies and you said you didn’t like chocolate at all!”

Ryuuichi had to cover his face with his hands to keep going,

“Saikawa-san knew I made chocolate for you so when I came back home and I told him I wasn’t brave enough to give it to you, he just put hands into action, but I didn’t know he would do this, actually, I didn’t know he would do anything at all, so I don’t-”

“You’re stupid.”

Ryuuichi peeks through his fingers and his heart skips a beat: Hayato is smiling at him, his cheeks slightly flushed as he leans closer to him across the table, his hand reaching up to pull Ryuuichi’s hands away from his face. He lets him do that.

“We are a couple, we are dating. I only took the chocolate from those girls because you always say that I should be nicer!”

“Wha-Whaaat?” Ryuuichi feels himself gaping at his boyfriend (eeeek!!) like an idiot, and he unintentionally squeezes his hand, but Hayato doesn’t pull back.

“Besides, you’ve got yourself some swooners as well.” He winks, and Ryuuichi blushes.

“That - it’s nothing. Those girls, they’re just friends. I…”

He nervously looks at Hayato’s fond smile, and he nibbles his lip, swallowing the rest of his excuses.

“Were you worried, too?” he finally asks, his voice almost as soft as a whisper.

“Of course I was. You wouldn’t even look at me today. And then I got a call from your butler. I thought…”

…that you wanted to break up with me.

Hayato didn’t finish the sentence, but his eyes tell Ryuuichi everything, the concern lingering despite the relief of the misunderstanding. Oh. Ryuuichi had been so busy with all the things on his mind that he had never considered how this must’ve reflected on his boyfriend.

Hayato isn’t a guy who speaks a lot about his feelings, but just this revelation alone makes it so clear to Ryuuichi how he must’ve felt all day - and he feels happy and bad about it at the same time. Bad about hurting him unintentionally, happy about the fact that their love is serious enough for Hayato to worry about.

“…I’m sorry…” he mutters shyly, the guilt of feeling happy about Hayato’s concerns piercing through his heart. Hayato lets out a huff and suddenly gets up from his chair. With a few steps he suddenly walks towards him, around the table, faster than Ryuuichi can even get up from his chair in surprise. And then Hayato has his arms around him, in a warm, tight hug.

“You idiot…” Hayato whispers, and Ryuuichi blushes, leaning into him. Still seated on his chair, he turns his head slightly, his face buried in Hayato’s chest, and he sniffs to inhale his scent.

“Sorry…” he mumbles.

“And stop apologizing, it’s okay…” Hayato reassures him, tightening their embrace, and finally Ryuuichi finds the strength to lift his arms and hug him back. For a moment they remain like this, in a somewhat comforting embrace for the both of them.

Hayato rubs the back of his head lovingly, and Ryuuichi still has to process that he had made Hayato worry as well, that they were dating, that they were hugging at this very moment and just everything else actually.

But then Hayato’s fingertips graze slightly across the back of his neck, and Ryuuichi spazzes in surprise.

“Ah - s-sorry,” he whispers, but Hayato glances down at him in fascination and now purposely drags his fingertips down the skin of his neck. Shivers are sent through all of Ryuuichi’s body like little shockwaves, and he lets out a loud gasp.

“Are you ticklish?” Hayato asks, sharp and direct as always.

“Y-Yes I am. Sorry…”

“I told you to stop apologizing…” Hayato then smirks.

“Instead, you could use a laugh.” He then lungs and experimentally runs his fingers down his body, seeking out his sides and tickling them with wiggling and digging fingers.

“AHhhah! Oh nohohoo!” Ryuuichi curls forward, and he blows out so much air along with his loud surprised laughter that it sends some of the petals on the table flying.

“You are ruining your butler’s work,” Hayato says as his fingers dug into Ryuuichi’s sides, tickling him until he’s giggling wholeheartedly.

“Whose fahahahault is it?!” Ryuuichi shrieks, twisting his body in the chair until he loses his balance and drops ungracefully on the floor.

Hayato follows suit, somehow managing to keep his fingers connected to Ryuuichi’s sides.

“Ka-Kahahahamitani, please!”

“Please what?” Hayato can’t help but chuckle at the sight of his boyfriend loud laughter, just because of a few squeezes on his sides.

“You are extremely ticklish, how didn’t I know about this?” Ryuuichi just shakes his head, giggling hysterically, his hands pawing at Hayato’s hands latched at his sides.

“Whoah! A squirmer, aren’t you?” Hayato barely dodges a flailing arm almost hitting his face.

“I think we should do something about those nasty hands of yours.”

Ryuuichi wants to die. There are a lot of things happening all at once: Hayato is tickling him, like really tickling him with his own hands, then, Hayato chuckling and smiling down at him as Ryuuichi made the most embarrassing noises ever, and now, Hayato gathering Ryuuichi’s thin wrists in one of his hands, pulling them up above his head and he straddles his hips.

Ryuuichi knows the color of his face is of an unhealthy shade of red right now. He feels butterflies fluttering in his belly and, even though he’s beyond embarrassed, he can’t help but feel extremely happy to be able to see this hidden side of Hayato; he’d like to think it’s reserved for him only.

“Kamitani, please don’t! I’m- I’m too tihihicklish!” he says through giggles even though Kamitani isn’t even tickling him yet.

“I can see that.” He smirks.

“You can also take this as a punishment for making me worried all day long.”

“I’m sorry! I’m so- eek! Plehehease nohoho!” Ryuuichi arches his back away from the carpeted floor when Hayato decides to claw his fingers against his belly.

“This is unfahahahahir!”

“I think it is totally fair, you weren’t fair before, though, not giving me my chocolate and all of that. Maybe that’s why I should tickle you.”

Ryuuichi can almost, almost hear a pout in Hayato’s voice, but he’s too busy laughing his head off to look at him.

“I even got you chocolate as well, but since you were acting so weird, I didn’t dare to give it to you.”

“You wha- ahahaha! Not there! Not thehehehere!” Ryuuichi thrashes harder when the clawing fingers on his tummy become squeezing fingers on his hips, making him shriek until he’s laughing nearly in hysterics.

Did he hear correctly? Hayato had chocolate for him, but didn’t dare to give it to him? Did he actually say that? Agh! The damn tickling keeps making it hard to concentrate!

“Stahahap!” Hayato gasps sharply when Ryuuichi suddenly breaks free from his tight hold, his hands immediately flying to his shoulders, wrestling him down until he’s the one straddling him, pinning Hayato’s hands at both sides of his head.

“How did you-”

“You also had chocolate for me?”

Ryuuichi swears this is a dream. He just knows it should be a dream because right now there’s a light blush creeping all over Hayato’s cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. This must be a dream. But he’s not waking up.

“I didn’t make it myself,” Hayato explains, his voice just slightly raised in pitch, barely imperceptible to anyone but Ryuuichi

“…But yeah… I had some chocolate to you… I gave it to Taka, though, since you clearly didn’t want it.”

That indignant face made Ryuuichi laugh a bit.

“Kamitani Hayato, what were you doing to me?”

“I was tickling you.”

Ryuuichi chuckles.

“That you were doing, weren’t you?” Ryuuichi smiles fondly at him before a very crazy idea crosses his head.

“And why were you tickling me again?”

“Uh. Because you didn’t give me my… chocolate…? Wait! Waaait, no! Ack! Ka-Kahahash-shima!”

And so Ryuuichi grabs his chance to get some well-deserved revenge, by giving his boyfriend (boyfriend!!!) a taste of his own medicine.

Epilogue (new)

"......Ryuuichi-sama."

Ryuuchi and Hayato are both sitting back in their seats, faces bright red as they awkwardly face Saikawa who came in to serve them their dinner.

They hadn't been fast enough to clean up their mess, as the room clearly gave traces of their messy tickle fight. Still, Saikawa merely gives them a judging stare and puts the food on the table.

"T-thank you," Ryuuichi says with a blush. He knows the tickle fight has left a smile on his face, and the moment his eyes lock with Saikawa's, he can see his dear butler relax and smile.

"It seems you are enjoying yourself. Well, bon appétit," Saikawa says gently, and he leaves the room again.

"Don't worry. I don't think he knows..." Hayato says abruptly.

"K-knows what?" Ryuuichi asks with a blush.

"That I totally tickled you to death just now."

"O-oi! I tickled you too!"

"I totally won, though."

"You did not!"

They both start laughing, and Ryuuichi can't help but feel filled with relief, love, and happiness.

"Let's dig in!"

#reupload #collab #gakuen babysitters #hayaryuu #tickling #tickle fic #kamitani hayato #kashima ryuuichi #otomiya!writes

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years ago

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Today Was A Fairytale | Austin x fem!reader

You decide to surprise your boyfriend in Australia on Valentine’s Day! ❤️

a/n: Happy (belated, oops) Valentine’s Day! This is a week late, I know, and I’m so sorry y’all! But thank you guys so, so much for your patience 🫶 I do have plenty more WIPs that I’m working on, and I hope to have those out sooner rather than later for y'all. And my requests are open if y'all want to send anything in! ☺️ For this fic, covid doesn’t exist for Plot purposes lmao

Word count: 2k (technically 1,999 but shhhh)

Warnings: some allusion to sex towards the end (might qualify as fade-to-black smut??), I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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As you stand on the escalator, hands firmly gripping your carry-on to keep yourself from shaking with excitement, you scan the area near baggage claim as it appears bit by bit, keeping your eyes peeled for a sign with your name on it.

Your sweeping gaze finally snags on your name, the flimsy paper in the hands of an older, very fashionable woman, with a bright smile and cheerful eyes peering through cat-eye glasses. Your smile widens, and you wave to get her attention as you step off the escalator onto the polished concrete floor. You still can’t quite believe that Catherine Martin herself was the one meeting you here.

You greet her, a little starstruck, before she sweeps you into a hug.

“Darling! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” She smiles, “You know Austin honestly hasn’t stopped talking about you since we started filming,” she teases as you made your way over to get the rest of your things.

You laugh shyly, “Well, that’s very sweet to hear, and I apologize on his behalf.” Laughter fading, you continue in a more sincere tone, “And thank you so much for letting me come on set for a couple days, I can only imagine how complicated it must be to organize that.”

Catherine waves the compliment away, helping you get your suitcase off the carousel with ease.

“It’s nothing, sweetheart! It’s very sweet that you want to surprise him, and I’m so glad we could help.”

Catherine explains the plan in the Uber on the way to your hotel: take a few days to recover from the jet lag from the 19-hour flight, and on Friday — Valentine’s Day — you’d be taken to set to surprise your boyfriend.

After Catherine makes sure you’re safely in your room and assures you that you can call her if you needed anything — “absolutely anything, darling!” — before tomorrow, you finally allow a grin to overtake your face as you collapse onto the bed. As Valentine’s Day gifts go, you were fairly certain this wasn’t a bad choice.

You and Austin had been dating for almost a year, since March of 2019. Originally just your childhood friend, a friendship born of proximity when your family moved next door to his, your feelings for each other had blossomed into what was honestly the healthiest relationship you had ever been in. You had been with him when he was auditioning, when he was cast as Elvis, you had watched as he practically lived and breathed Elvis in the months leading up to the moment he left for principal photography in Australia. He was crushed that your first Valentine’s Day together was doomed to be long-distance, and as he kept saying how much he wished the two of you could celebrate together, the idea dawned on you.

And now here you were in Australia, on the opposite side of the world from your home in Anaheim, getting ready to surprise your boyfriend who was currently playing one of the most famous men in history.

You spend most of the first couple days of your trip sleeping, your body insisting on ten-hour naps to recover from the flight through seven time zones. You’re able to pencil in some sightseeing, too, though by the time Valentine’s Day rolls around you’re even more anxious to see Austin; you’re the closest you’ve been to seeing him in a month but the distance between your hotel and his set seems impossibly far.

Catherine is your escort once again, and on the way to set she explains the plan to you, detailing the scenes they’ll be filming and where you could fit in, and making it incredibly clear that pretty much everything you’re about to see is strictly for your eyes only; they couldn’t risk a leak only a month into filming.

Admittedly, you’re a little starstruck being on a movie set, and it’s all a bit of a blur as Catherine rushes you over to hair & makeup to get you ready for the scene. The crew slips you into one of their many spare dresses, and they get to work making your hair and makeup era-appropriate. As one of the hair stylists — a kind woman whose name you learned was Gail — is in the process of getting your hair into pincurls, the door to the hair and makeup trailer sweeps open. Every eye in the room swings towards the motion as Baz steps inside.

As in, Baz Luhrmann.

Legendary, acclaimed director.

In the hair and makeup trailer.

And he walks right over and gives you a hug (as best he could with you in the makeup chair trying to stay as still as possible, at least).

“Y/N! Happy Valentine’s Day, we’re so glad you’re here.”

“Thank you so much for helping organize this, Baz!” You smiled. “I really hope I’m not disrupting the schedule or anything too much.” You had gotten to meet Baz a handful of times as Austin was prepping for the role, and he was one of the sweetest people you knew.

“Oh, it was nothing.” He waves away the compliment, “I love a good surprise, and I’m glad I’ll get to see you two crazy kids back together. I just wanted to say hello and make sure you were doing okay. You guys take care of her, alright?” He directs the last part to the crew, and bids you farewell with a “See you on set!”

Soon enough, your hair and makeup are the best they’ve ever been, and you’re almost afraid to move for fear of ruining the gorgeous blue gingham dress they’ve given you as you’re escorted to set by an assistant.

You take your seat in the front row, trying your hardest to hide your excitement as you catch a glimpse of Austin talking with Baz just offstage.Your breath catchesin your throat as you take him in. After not seeing him for a month, seeing him in person is in itself a bit of a shock, but underneath the slightly baggy pink suit and effortlessly disheveled hair, you see the sharp focus in his eyes that's something entirely Austin. Time is a blur as the rest of the scene is set up, and the last thing you hear before Baz calls “action!” is his suggestion to Austin to find someone in the audience to focus on.

You holdyour breath as he, Xavier, and Adam walk onto the stage, the smudged eyeliner bringing out the blue of his eyes as he scans the crowd. You fight to keep the smile from your face in anticipation as his gaze sweeps past you, then snaps back as he does a double take. The Elvis facade fades, the anxious fidgeting and nervous manner he’s put on entirely forgotten as he freezes, his eyes locked on yours.

“Y/N?”

You nod, unable to hide your grin any longer as you give him a playful wave, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Aus.”

In a flash, the guitar that had been looped around his shoulders is set carefully on the stage and he jumps down to the floor to greet you, the cast and crew cheering him on.

You let out a breathless laugh as you’re swept up in his arms and spun around in a circle, his grip strong and secure and safe as always. As your feet finally hit the ground, Austin’s gaze sweeps over you, taking in your light blue gingham dress and 50s pin curls, before his eyes meet yours again and you’re finally, finally pulled in for a kiss.

It’s a sign of how much you missed each other that by the time you pull away your carefully-applied, no doubt expensive, movie-star-quality lipstick is smudged beyond repair, and Austin’s artfully disheveled hair is a mess. Some part of you cringes slightly at the thought of messing up the hair and makeup crew’s hard work, but a much larger, much louder part of you — the part that had been missing him since the second he’d left — couldn’t care less.

“I— Sweetheart,” Austin laughs with a tinge of disbelief, still holding you tight as though you might slip away at any second, “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you.” You say simply, grinning. “And I knew how upset you were that we’d be missing our first Valentine’s together, so I thought I’d surprise you.”

“You flew all the way to Australia to surprise me?” He asks, as if to make sure he was hearing you right.

You nod, cheerfully humming an affirmative.

He laughs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re ridiculous,” is all he says before pulling you in for another warm hug, lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you, too” you whisper back, tucking your face into the crook of his neck to hide your growing smile, toes curling at the familiar smell of his cologne — something warm and woody that you had gotten him for Christmas last year.

After what seems like not enough time at all, your very professional boyfriend regretfully pulls away — after all, he is here for a job. Baz is kind enough to let you stay and watch them film several scenes, but after seeing how distracted Austin is (he’s trying to stay professional, he really is, but you’re here and he’s missed you so much) he cuts the day short, offering everyone a chance to celebrate their Valentine’s Day properly.

You’re glad you brought one of your nicer dresses with you, because that night Austin takes you out on the first non-Skype date you’ve had in a while. The two of you end up at a fairly nice restaurant, talking for hours as if you haven’t been apart at all. In lieu of the typical red roses, he gives you a paper rose to add to your collection back home; a tradition that began with your very first date, and one that you hope continues for as long as possible.

You spend a romantic evening together, followed by an even more romantic night, and the contentment you feel waking up the next morning in Austin’s arms is incomparable to anything else on earth. You don’t open your eyes at first, content with the feeling of your head on his chest, legs tangled together, his arms pulling you in closer, but you can’t help but smile up at him as you feel his eyes on you, and the softness in his gaze as you meet his eyes nearly takes your breath away.

Your hand, from its resting place on Austin’s chest, works its way up his neck to cup his cheek, almost as if you need to confirm that he’s really there, solid and warm next to you. You bite your lip to hide a smirk as your eyes catch on the marks scattered across his skin — proof of your, er, very enthusiastic reunion the previous night. He leans into your touch as you whisper a soft “good morning” to him, and he returns the greeting, mumbling it against your lips as you’re pulled in for a kiss.

He glances quickly at the alarm clock on the nightstand, making a note of the time: barely 9am. “What time is your flight, again?”

You mentally file through your sleep-scattered brain for your flight information. “My flight leaves at 1, but I wanna try to be at the airport around 11, maybe 11:30ish?”

He nods, seemingly incorporating that information into whatever idea he has brewing in his head. “I don’t have to be on set until noon,” he says, taking on a suggestive tone as he moves to hover over you, “Any ideas on how we could spend all this time?”

Grinning, you pull him down into a bruising kiss, making a mental note to send flowers to the hair and makeup crew as an apology for the marks they’re going to have to cover on him after this morning.

All in all, not a bad Valentine’s Day.

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Bittersweet

Book: Open Heart (book 1)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!mc Casey Valentine.

Featuring: Naveen Banerji, Teresa Martinez

Category: Angsty fluff

Rating: PG bordering Mature

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, alcohol consumption

Word count: 978

Summary: it’s Valentines intern year and it is about a month after Miami and things are still fraught between Casey and Ethan. Casey endeavours to cheer up Naveen.

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note 1: submission for CFWC Valentine’s Day event: prompts used: Ignoring the day/drowning of sorrows

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14th February 2019.

Valentine’s Day. A day that be generally tried to forget. Sure he had on occasion celebrated with Harper occasionally in the past but this year he was more determined to avoid the holiday. Miami was a month ago and he knew that if he had given in it would be different but here he was only chatting to her for work and Naveen related issues. She had confronted him in the lab about his true feelings. He wanted her yes but she was forbidden. Again all the reasons go around in his head. He knows he is doing right by her to remain in this purgatory.

He makes the journey to the construction zone. He starts schooling his features now for he knows that Naveen has his suspicions. As he gets closer he hears laughter. He stops as it is Casey with him. After collecting his thoughts he proceeds.

“Good morning Dr Valentine, Naveen.” He said gruffly.

“Well happy Valentine’s Day to you too, my boy.” Said Naveen.

“Thank you for the cupcakes my dear.”

“My pleasure Naveen, I am glad I was able to provide some cheer today.” Said Casey, glaring pointedly at Ethan.

“I best go and get ready for rounds.”

Casey gives Naveen a a hug and a sad smile at Ethan.

“And what are your plans for Valentine’s Day?” Questioned Naveen.

“You know how I feel about the holiday Naveen.”

“Yes I do but surely there is someone worthy of your affections…hmmm?”

Ethan groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll be back later Naveen.” He says hastily.

“We’ll be sure to at least show Dr Valentine some appreciation today.” Naveen said with a slight chuckle.

He walked down the hall and leant against a wall to collect himself. He has been appreciative of all the extra work that Casey had been putting in, despite the train wreck that Miami turned into but he did not want anything to be taken the wrong way. He groaned and made his way back to the hospital.

He happens upon Mrs Martinez. He smiles and greets her warmly.

“My dear Ethan, I am sure you will receive many valentines today? Do you have a special someone this year?”

“No and No Teresa, you know my disdain for this day. You have a lovely day though.”

He returns to his office. There is an email from Harper reminding him about that meeting tomorrow with Declan. He had hoped there would be a way out of it but alas there was not. The treatment was having mixed levels of success. He could not lose Naveen but he was starting to wonder if doing a deal with the devil was worth it. He was uneasy about it all.

He sat there for a few minutes and his mind wandered to Casey. Perhaps Naveen is right, he should show his appreciation for the extra work that Casey has been putting in but as much as he wants to he knows he can not. It is just a neurochemical response he tells himself.

Meanwhile Casey has had a mixed day. She has gotten into the spirit of the day with her friends, she also gave Mrs Martinez some cupcakes. She was cautiously optimistic of the heist working tomorrow. She still had some charts go missing and that was bugging her. Her thoughts then turn to how fraught things have been between her and Ethan of late. She gets the reasoning besides not liking it but she can see how much he still wants her. She knew they could never be casual and a part of her wished she was not on top of the competition currently otherwise she would drop out but doing so now would raise more questions not to mention supply the rumour mill with far too many rumours and that was the last thing she wanted. She groans in frustration and heads home.

Later that evening Ethan is at home, alone. Drinking his scotch and reading a medical journal to find some more inspiration to help cure Naveen. But he can not focus, wishing that Casey was here. They had not met at the apartment since Miami, it was a ploy to keep things professional but he missed her. Both professionally and personally. He then trailed to the non professional feelings and it dawns on him, they could not be separated. His mind wanders again to Miami and that kiss, the body, that dress, the noises she made for him. As soon as his mind went here he shut the journal. Anymore research now would be fruitless. He went to the bathroom to have a shower, instead of trying to kill the erection with a cold shower he decided to pleasure himself. It was bittersweet, sure the edge had been taken off but he wanted Casey even though he could not have her.

Across town at Casey’s apartment, she could not sleep. Her mind is going through all the possible scenarios for tomorrow. Her mind strays to Ethan. She wishes she could tell him but she did not want to put his career in jeopardy if it went pear shaped. How she wished she was with him now. She knew they were not getting much headway into Naveen’s case and she knew he needed her, not just as a medical intern but as a friend. Then her thoughts go to Miami, that kiss and how she knows that they can not just be friends. She feels a a pool of heat at her core. She reaches for her drawer and grabs her vibrator. At least this will help me get some sleep she thinks to herself as she once again wishes it was Ethan making her cum, not just the thought of him.

Authors note: And we all know what happened with Mrs Martinez eventually.

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