#but i’m gonna spend valentines day in the gym-

[enigma020]

YUGO-STUFF FANART BATCH (007/???)

Technically not a proper batch and definitely not this old man’s birthday just yet here in the Pacific, but it is in my country so yeah-

Epictale belongs to: @yugogeer012

[shu-porang-porang]

Cat In Heat

You got him a little surprise!

(sequel: Bunny In Heat)

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / fem!reader

Rating: Very Explicit!

Theme: Smut, 18+ NO MINORS.

Warnings: oral, fingering, butt plug, spanking, unprotected sex (do not try at home!), (I think that's enough! let's keep some elements of surprise!)

Word count: 2.8 k

You received a text from Minho: “Hey baby, I’m gonna hit the gym and grab a bite with Jisung next.”

He arrived at 4 a.m. so you didn’t expect him to go to the gym first thing when he woke up, but apparently that’s what he’s gonna do. He was away for only 3 days but you missed him so much it was gnawing at your every fiber. Last night you only noticed his arrival when the mattress dipped next to you and then he spooned you. You tried to fight your sleep weary eyes and wake up to greet him properly but his warmth and the comfort of his presence lulled you back to sleep seconds later. When you woke up this morning, leaving the bed was the hardest thing, you just wanted to stay tangled up with his limbs but you had to leave for work. You slowly slipped out the bed, trying to not wake him up in the process, then placed the softest kiss on his temple, you couldn’t wait to get back and feast on his lips later.

You can’t wait for this work day to be over. Your mind is somewhere else entirely, you’re thinking of the little gift you prepared for him. Two days ago was Valentines Day and he was away. Since it was your first valentine together, you were bummed that you couldn’t spend it with him, but you knew what you got yourself into when you started dating a very busy idol, so you put up a front and did your best to assure him it didn’t matter and you weren’t upset. There’s no point in making a fuss about it anyway, it’s not like they would cancel their plans because you wanted to be with your boyfriend. He said he’d make it up to you later and you decided you can plan a belated valentine when he’s back. Little did he know, you’ve been preparing something for him for weeks. You just can’t decide on the right time to give it to him.

You’re done for the day and there’s nothing else for you to do at work, you ask your boss if you could leave earlier and he says yes. So, you rush to your shared apartment. You have some time before he’s home so you decide to unpack his suitcase. As you’re going through his stuff, you find a box of chocolate, you can’t read the Japanese written all over it, but there’s no doubt it’s chocolate. He always brings you some souvenir so without giving it much thought, you open the box and try one. Well, it’s nothing special, just descent chocolate. Not every souvenir has to be something unique, right? You place it on the drawer and go back to your task at hand.

As time passes by, you start to feel impatient and on edge. It’s like when you have lots of caffein and you get jittery, except that it’s more of a warm feeling, it settles deep in your stomach. It’s not exactly uncomfortable but you’re not sure what’s causing it so you decide to distract yourself by checking the little surprise you got for Minho. You take out the stuff you hid in the back of your bottom drawer and sprawl them out on the bed. It’s an outfit you’ve put together. White and pink lingerie, stockings, garters, a chocker, and few other accessories, but the most exciting parts of the ensemble are the fluffy cat ears and tail. You pick up the tail, feel the weight of the plug attached to it. It was the last item you got and you haven’t come around to try it yet. Suddenly you worry you won’t be able to wear it. What if you can’t get used to it and have to take it off? You don’t know when you’re gonna give him his gift, but you decide to try it now that you’re alone and see if you can handle it.

You take your pants and panties off, hold the tail in your hand, not sure how to go about it. You poke the tip of the shiny plug to your hole but you stop as you can’t get it in even the slightest. Idiot! You need to prepare with lube first! Your hands fidget through the drawer with excitement in search for the lube you bought. You picked a very specific flavor, caramel, hoping it would taste similar to pudding! Too bad they didn’t have a pudding flavor! You lather a finger up and try again. It’s really uncomfortable but you wanna do it for him and you will do it. It’s a weird feeling, having a finger up your butt, and you think there’s no way it’s gonna get loose enough for the plug to fit in but you don’t give up. The warm feeling in your stomach from earlier encourages you to keep going. You move that finger around till you feel less resistance, then you take it out to lube up two fingers this time. You don’t wanna get too loose or the plug will fall out? Is that even a thing? You don’t know, so you decide to give the plug a try. You carefully pour lube on the plug, you don’t wanna ruin the fur, then you push it in and it fits perfectly! You clench and unclench your sphincter a few times, testing how it feels, then you stand up and check yourself in the mirror.

Watching the tail dangling from between your butt cheeks turns you on instantly. You immediately rid yourself of the rest of your clothes to put all the parts of the ensemble on. You pose in front of the mirror. You spend some time putting on a light cute makeup while enjoying a second piece of chocolate, then take another look at your entire outfit. Wow! You look so fuckable!! If only Minho got home sooner. You take a photo of your thigh hugged tightly by the stockings and the garter and send it to him along with: “Are you really gonna hang out with that stupid Ji while I’m waiting for you like this?” 

A few seconds later you receive a text from him: “On my way, be there in 10 minutes”

He finally gets home. He’s heart been racing since he laid eyes on that photo and he’s been sporting a semi-hard cock all along. Good thing his oversized hoodie covered it up. He opens the door to the apartment to find you stretched out on the couch, practically humping a cushion.

“Holy fuck! What’s gotten into you today?” He says as he approaches you in disbelief. His eyes scanning your outfit and becoming wide in shock as he notices the tail poking from under the mini skirt covering your ass.

“I’m just being hot for my boyfriend, is that wrong?” You say, stretching like a cat and raising your ass in the air. The skirt rides up and he sees that the tail isn’t a strap on or attached to the skirt.

He kneels next to the couch, running a hand up your thigh till it reaches where the tail inserts your body. He gives the plug an experimental push that draws a whimper from you.

“Kitty’s in heat, huh? What a naughty lil kitty. I’ll take care of you, pussy cat.” His hand comes in contact with your drenching pussy as he says the last word. You mewl in need. Your skin is on fire and his touch feels too good to be true. You can’t think straight, all you know is that you need him next to you, on you, in you, you just want him to take you right then and there.

He picks you up effortlessly and carries you to the bedroom, plops you on the bed and causes the plug to go a bit deeper, drawing a hiss from you. You sit up and get on your knees, reaching for his hand to drag him to bed.

“Easy baby, what’s the rush?” He says as his free hand is unbuttoning his shirt. Despite your needy erratic movements, he’s so calm, mostly just enjoying the view of your eagerness.

As soon as he gets on the bed, you reach to unbuckle his belt. He watches you in silence, the way your dainty fingers struggle with the belt and his waistband. You pull his pants and boxers down and he eases out of them. His cock springs free and you don’t hesitate to attach your lips to it. Usually it’s not how things go, you haven’t even kissed him once since he arrived, but your head is filled with carnal desires and you don’t need foreplay to get in the mood.

He leans back on his elbows as your head bobs up and down on his member, bringing it to life fast. You lick a fat stripe from the base to the top, your tongue teases the head with playful licks, his low grunts are melody to your ears. Precum pearls on the tip and you collect it all with your tongue. You wrap your lips around the tip again and give it a few sucks. He sits back up to stop you.

“I won’t last long if you keep that up.” he lifts your chin up, and fixes your cat ear headpiece “Aigoo! What a dirty little kitty.” He coos at you with his eyes fixed on your lips, all swollen and red, so kissable. You get the cue and move closer, clashing your lips. Kissing him after days feels like you’ve been deprived of oxygen and you can finally breathe. You straddle him, your fingers in his soft locks, his hands around your shoulders, your chests heave against one another. You push him on his back as you deepen the kiss, you hungrily suck on his tongue and pull his lips between your teeth. You only stop when your lungs are burning. You hide your face in his neck as you’re gasping for air, your core finding a rhyme to ride his thigh. You moan out his name at the new found friction. You’re not wearing any panties; you thought it wouldn’t be practical with a plug up your butt. Your slick coats his muscular thigh.

“Is kitty having a good time?”

“…mmh” you can’t form words, your brain already signed off and he hasn’t even touched you yet. You suck a spot under his ear while his hand reaches down to squeeze your butt cheek under the skirt.

“Then do me a favor and sit that pretty pussy down on my face.”

You don’t hesitate to follow his order. His tongue skillfully laps at your wet core, his nose nudges your clit. You try not to move but you have no control over your body anymore. Your hips move on their own, riding his face, so he gives your ass a slap as a warning. A loud squeak escapes your lips. You do your best to behave but how can you when now he’s sucking on your clit, while hooking a finger inside you and toying with the plug at the same time. He stops all stimulations at once when he realizes your close.

“…Min…… please”

“Naughty kitties don’t get to come so easily. Now get on fours”

You comply, what else would you do? You’d jump off a cliff if he told you so. You wiggle your ass to his face as he’s closely observing where the plug disappears inside you. Your outfit’s still intact but it’s not gonna last long. He pulls the plug out without warning and replaces it with his tongue. Instantly you hear his satisfied groan, he’s probably enjoying your choice of lubricant. You push back on his face, needing more friction. He brings a hand to rub around your clit while his teeth graze your rim. Your arousal drips shamelessly on the sheets, it’s like a leaky faucet, that’s how good he’s having you now. You never even imagined having your asshole eaten would feel good, something’s really gotten into you. He stops his ministrations just as you’re starting to feel the orgasm build up for the second time. He steps back to admire the view before shoving the plug back in and give you new instructions.

“Close your thighs and press them tight for me princess.”

You look back and see him aligning his oozing cock.

“Just… fuck me… already”

“Too soon…” he forcefully shoves his cock in the small gap between your thighs “…ughhh….for that”

After a few thrusts, he’s fully covered in your juices so he picks up the pace as it slides easier. His member rubs on your clit with every thrust but it’s nowhere near enough to get you off. He gives you a slap that makes you press your thighs harder, so he gives you another, and another, and another. You press your head to the pillow to muffle your yelps. You think you might be reaching a climax this time but no. He takes the plug out and flips you around. This time you don’t just complain with words, but tears are running down your face. You’re a mess.

“Oh little kitty, why the tears? Was I too harsh with my sweet angel?” he says as he towers over you and leans to kiss your tears away.

“No…. just….wanna cum”

“You will baby. You will”

He kisses your face some more and moves down to your neck and chest. He yanks your frilly chocker with his teeth and throws it on the bed, so he can properly kiss and mark your neck. Then he unhooks the lacy matching bra and discards it somewhere else in the room. His hands come in contact with your soft breasts, his thumbs rub your nipples simultaneously and your lips part in a whimper.

“My gorgeous lil kitty” he admires as he continues to knead your breasts and then dips to take one pebbled nipple between his teeth. His tongue twirls around it and he closes his lips on it to suck. His hand travels south to slip between your folds and find your entrance. He has two fingers inside you, with his thumb pressing down on your clit. You buck your hips up to his touch. He lets go of your nipple and comes back up to kiss your lips with his fingers still inside you. You’re so lost in the hot sloppy kiss that before you know it, his dick takes the place of his fingers in you. Fucking finally!

You bite his shoulder as he bottoms out in one go and the stretch overwhelms you. He moans in your ear from your delicious tightness.

“Please….Move baby” you plead and he obeys. Caging you between his hands on either side of your head, he takes his sweet time with slow thrusts. He pushes your thighs to your chest and throws your legs over his shoulders. With this new angle he reaches deep inside, hitting your cervix with every single thrust. It doesn’t take you long to feel the knot in your stomach again for the… you don’t even know how many times he got you there and left you unfulfilled. You tightly hold onto him as his thrusts get faster.

“ugh… gonna…. c..cum…”

“Cum for me… angel” he kisses your parted lips, muffling your moans, as your orgasm finally washes over you. He reaches a hand down to pinch your clit, your entire body jolts with each pinch as you’re riding out your orgasm. It’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had, well, you’d say that about every orgasm with him, but this one really hits different. Your fluttering walls around him milk him dry and a string of curses leaves his lips as he joins you. He rides his climax, still thrusting into you until your mixed cum forms a ring around his base.

He pulls out and falls on top of you, you don’t mind the weight, you’re too tired to care anyway and he feels like a heavy blanket, you don’t even care about your sticky bodies or sheets. You think you could die happy at this moment but he gets up to clean you before you drift off to sleep. He takes a good look at your fucked out state “Gosh! Baby you’re so hot. I love you so much”. You smile with your eyes closed “love you too”. You’re almost entering dreamland when he startles you:

“Fuck! Baby you ate these chocolates?” He found the open box of chocolates you left on the drawer.

“..mhmm”

“Did you know these were aphrodisiacs?”

“WHAT?” suddenly you’re fully awake, your eyes darting towards his direction.

“I wanted to try them together.” He says with an evident pout on his face.

“There’s still plenty left bunny boy.”

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: The Best of My Love

————————————————————————-

Summary: A sweet Valentine's Day surprise trip from your boyfriend Joe turns into one of the most important days of your life.

(Part one to - Part 2)

Warnings: pure sickening fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

————————————————————————-

February 13th, 2024

(y/n’s pov)

Waking up on the day before Valentine’s Day alone in bed is never fun, especially when it's just 4 days after Joe and I’s 7th anniversary as a couple. The reason the day before was special was that Joe and I were celebrating today, Joe said he was super busy tomorrow with foundation stuff and we needed to celebrate today.

Joe had already told me last night that he was still going to work out this morning but instead would opt for our home gym. Still, the last thing I'd want to do is bother him.

Spending the alone time wisely, I didn't stay in bed too long and took a relaxing shower. Afterward, I did my normal skincare routine and put some light makeup on.

Once that was finished the next step was slicking my hair back into a tight bun and getting dressed.

As of right now, Joe and I don't have plans to leave the house so I put some leggings on and grabbed my favorite one of Joe’s sweatshirts, and put it on.

It was his pink Nike sweatshirt that was my favorite one ever since I hugged him when he wore it for the first time. It was so soft so I've been stealing it out of his laundry since.

After brushing my teeth and making the bed, I went downstairs to make breakfast.

To my surprise, when I walked into the kitchen there was already a whole spread of breakfast foods on a longboard charcuterie-style.

My heart warmed as I looked at the collection of baked goods, savories, and different juices.

When I picked up a blueberry muffin there was a white envelope underneath it.

I put it down for a second to quickly pour a glass of pink lemonade.

Picking it up to read the front a smile spread on my lips when it said “Joe” with a little heart.

I quickly opened the envelope and pulled the small note card out.

Happy Valentine's, Baby!

I'm probably still working out as you're reading this (gotta have big muscles to fight off guys that hit on you). But anyway… how'd I know that you were going to get a blueberry muffin out of all that food I put out?? I'll tell ya. It's because I know you like the back of my hand. I'm gonna guess right now that you're going to pick strawberry lemonade out of all of the drinks I put out.

This isn't the first little surprise either, I've got lots of things up my sleeves and in my pockets to make today the best Valentine's Day ever.

The best of my love, Joey

The little note had me smiling from ear to ear and I was so deep in a trance that I didn't hear Joe behind me. I jumped when two strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind but the familiar laugh coming from behind put me immediately at ease.

“Startle ya?” - Joe

“My gosh, Joe! Yes!” - you

I turned around in his arms and placed my hands on his chest, looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Did I guess right?” - Joe smiled

Nodding my head in the direction of my muffin and glass of pink lemonade I grinned as Joe’s cheeks deepened a shade of red.

“You know me so well.” - you

“Well, I hope that I know you a little bit after seven years together.” - Joe laughed

“Seven years is a long time…” - you

“It is, isn't it? Does it ever surprise you that we have lasted this long?” - Joe

“Oh gosh no. You're my best friend, can't live without you. Does it ever surprise you?” - you

“No. The rest of my life is with you.” - Joe grinned

I jokingly scoffed and Joe’s face turned to confusion.

“Not officially, last time I checked my left hand was empty.” - you held your bare left hand in front of his face

Joe’s lips formed a straight line as he glared at me. His facial expression made me giggle before I leaned in to kiss is soft lips.

“I’m kidding, Joe. You know I seriously don't care if and when it happens.” - you

“If?! What do you mean if it happens?! It's sure as hell going to happen, I don't care if it's the last thing I do. Who knows, it might be happening sooner than you think.” - Joe

“You said that last Valentine’s.” - you laughed

“Oh, whatever. I have to go shower but expect another surprise in a few minutes.” - Joe

“Ok…” - you

Joe kissed my cheek and unwrapped his arms from me. I couldn't help but watch him walk away because of how borderline delicious he looked wearing his cut-off Nike top with shorts.

Just as Joe was out of my sight the doorbell rang. Woah he wasn't joking, I thought.

I immediately walked to the door and thanked the delivery man after he handed me the substantial bouquet of beautiful red roses.

There was a vase that was my go-to for when Joe got me flowers but after a quick analysis, I came to the realization that there was no way they would all fit.

After placing them on the counter I was examining the huge arrangement when I realized there was yet again another small white envelope.

What it said was short but so sweet, making my heart swell even more.

For our one-month anniversary a few weeks short of seven years ago, I gave you a singular red rose. Here’s eighty-four roses for every month you've been my girl.

The best of my love, Joe

He must be in a sentimental nostalgic mood this Valentine's because though Joe is secretly a raging romantic, I've never seen him go to such great lengths as this.

When I went to put the card back in its stand, it fell and I realized there was writing on the back as well.

P.S. Go get my card from my wallet, a new nail set on me. There's a surprise waiting for you there, and maybe a few more afterward…

What is this man up to??

I went upstairs, and grabbed Joe’s card before grabbing my purse, putting shoes on, and heading to my favorite nail salon.

When I arrived the front desk lady offered me a warm smile and I sent one right back.

“Miss y/n! We've been expecting you. Go ahead and head back.” - Lady

“I don't have to pick a color?” - you

“Your boyfriend prepicked a color, nail type, and everything. You're all set!” - Lady

“Oh okay! Thanks!” - you

As soon as I walked over to my go-to station I noticed a familiar face already sitting there.

“Aubrey?!” - you

“Hey girl!” - Aubrey jumped up

Aubrey was my roommate at Ohio State and has been my best friend ever since. She had moved to California after college to pursue her career as a doctor.

“What are you doing in Cincinnati?” - you hugged her

“Mmm, a certain someone invited me down here…” - Aubrey smiled

“Joe?” - you smiled, immediately thinking about Joe’s letter on your roses

“Maybe.” - Aubrey smirked

“What is he up to?! Do you know? He's been acting so… romantic today.” - you laughed

“Hard to tell. I don't know what he's up to, but he has a nail request that he's also paying for so let's get down to business.” - Aubrey

——

A couple of hours later I had nice oval French tips and Aubrey got solid sage green coffin nails.

We went up to the counter and I handed the lady Joe’s card. She smiled up at me and gave me a wink.

“Your boy has taste.” - Lady

“That he does.” - you giggled and looked at your nails

She laughed as she handed me the card back but she held up a finger telling me to wait. I watched the woman reach under the counter to retrieve yet another white envelope.

When she handed it to me I couldn't help but gasp and quickly rip it open to see what was inside. It was a note and read…

Go down to Kroger with Aubs and get your favorite road trip snacks… you'll need it. ;)

I hope you like your nails, I tried my best to explain what I wanted.

The best of my love, Joe.

Aubrey was reading the note along with me over my shoulder and when we were both done we looked at each other with wide eyes.

You didn't know of course, but Aubrey has known Joe’s plan for weeks so she knew this was happening.

“Aubrey what the heck is he doing?! - you

She just shrugged so I thanked the front desk lady and practically sprinted to the car with Aubrey.

“I’m so confused.” - you

“I know just as much as you, let's get to the store to get your snacks though.” - Aubrey

——

I tried to make the Kroger trip as quick as possible because all I wanted was to get back home to Joe and find out what was going on.

Aubrey asked me to drop her off at the hotel she was staying at since she got an Uber to the nail salon.

After dropping her off, I headed straight for home.

“Joe!” - you called out as you made it through the front door

“Upstairs!” - Joe

I practically ran up the stairs and into our bedroom.

When I did, my heart stopped when my eyes scanned the room.

There were probably over 30 heart-shaped balloons that had floated up to the ceiling and multiple huge bags sitting on our made bed.

Joe was standing to the side of the room looking incredibly cute in his usual sweatpants and t-shirt combo while he wore a bashful grin.

“What is all of this?” - you

“Just another step in my master plan of putting this year's Valentine's Day down in history.” - Joe

I walked up to him and immediately pulled him into my embrace, my head on his built chest as we rubbed each other's backs.

“What are you up to Mr?” - you smiled

“You’ll see. Open your gifts!” - Joe grinned

Walking over to sit on the bench in front of the bed, Joe handed me the first gift bag.

We grinned at each other as I pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. It revealed a shoe box that said “UGG” and I immediately gasped.

They were the Tasman’s that I had been wanting for a while. I had briefly mentioned them when another WAG had them on and I complimented them, turns out Joe was paying attention.

“Thank you! They're so cute.” - you

“You’ll be needing them later today, you know something comfy. And speaking of comfy…” - Joe handed you another bag

I removed the tissue paper and a cute sweat set was revealed.

“Pastel orange, Joe?” - you giggled

“Orange looks good on you!” - Joe

“You’ve said that multiple times, honey.” - you

Joe just smiled at me and took the empty bags off the bed to put them in a pile by the door. He also grabbed the UGG box and sweat set to neatly stack them on the bench in front of the bed.

“Why are you waiting? Open your last gifts, baby!” - Joe

“I’m waiting for you Mr. to tell me which one to open!” - you

“This one.” - Joe grabbed a bag and handed it to you

I reached down into the bag and my fingertips brushed against a smaller box. Giving Joe a skeptical look, he returned my look with a sweet smile.

When I finally looked down inside my heart stopped when I noticed the familiar Cartier packaging.

“Joe… what did you do? This was probably so expensive.” - you

“Stop that, I love spending my money to spoil you. You know that. Just open it.” - Joe

His gaze was convincing so I took the box into my hands and flicked the lid off.

They were the most gorgeous earrings I'd ever seen. The White Gold, Diamond LOVE earrings.

“Joe… they're beautiful.” - you

“Yeah? Do you like ‘em? They're the matching earrings to the bracelet I got you for Christmas. I've had ‘em since them but I didn't give them to you at the same time to avoid ‘you spend too much on me’ speech.” - Joe

“If you keep it up with the white gold and diamonds Imma be more shiesty than you.” - you giggled

“That’s 100% my plan. Gotta keep my girl iced out.” - Joe grinned

I walked forward and immediately wrapped my arms around my boyfriend.

“I love you so much. Thank you so much for everything.” - you kissed his lips

“Aye not so fast. You've got one more gift.” - Joe

Joe unwrapped one of his arms from my waist and reached into the final gift bag. He pulled out a white envelope and smiled brightly when he handed it to me.

“Saved the best for last.” - Joe

“Better than those earrings?! Did you get me a puppy??” - you

“No! No puppy.” - Joe laughed

I backed away from him to open it and my mouth dropped open when I pulled out two plane tickets.

“Where are we going??” - you

“Read the tickets.” - Joe

My eyes frantically searched the tickets and I slapped Joe’s arm out of pure excitment when the destination of my dream getaway was printed on the sheet of paper.

“Shut up! I’m going to Portofino?!” - you yelled

“You’re going to Portofino, Italy!” - Joe

I practically lept at Joe and wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck.

“Thank you! Thank you!” - you yelled into his neck

A thought popped into my mind that made my heart sink and I pulled away from Joe’s neck to confirm or deny my disappointing thought.

“Wait… you're going with me, right?” - you

“Yes, baby. I'm going with you.” - Joe laughed

“Yay! My dream vacay with my favorite person ever.” - you smiled

“Are you excited?” - Joe

“Am I excited?! Joe, I'm ecstatic! I've been dreaming about going there since I was in high school. I can't wait to mark this one off my bucket list… especially with you.” - you

“Good. I'm happy to be there with you.” - Joe

——

“Do you have everything packed??” - Joe

“Yup!” - you

I rolled my suitcase out of the closet and into our bedroom where Joe was sitting on the bed waiting.

“I was going to pack everything for you… but I realized I can't pack everything you need, cause I have no idea.” - Joe

Laughing at him as I wheeled the suitcase to him, I quickly came up with a response.

“You can't pack it but you can use those muscles to carry it to the car.” - you winked

Joe grinned as he flexed his arms, I had to hype him up and it never failed to surprise me with how deep the blush went.

He left the room shortly after to take my suitcase down to the car and I did a final walkthrough of the house to make sure all lights were off, we had everything we needed, and nothing was left running.

When I finally got outside the site of Joe headbanging slowly while biting his lip through the front glass of the car made me internally giggle as I rounded the side and plopped in the front passenger seat.

“Do we have to listen to Kid Cudi?” - you

“I thought you liked him?” - Joe

“I do. But we listen to him all of the time.” - you

“Fine. You pick.” - Joe sighed and handed you his phone to play a song on Spotify.

Naturally, I pulled up my go-to playlist and shuffled it. The first song that played was Nat King Cole’s “L-0-V-E”.

I of course was yelling along the lyrics while Joe just shook his head with a playful grin.

“This song is boring.” - Joe

“You think so? It reminds me of us.” - you

“Why? Because it's boring? Are you calling us boring?” - Joe

“No, you goofball. Because it says ‘love was made for me and you’ and I think that it was.” - you

“I think it was too.” - Joe grinned and laced your fingers with his

——

“Was that whole playlist just old love songs? Or are you in a vintage gushy mood?” - Joe

I thought back to the songs that had played previously…

Can’t Take My Eyes off You by Frankie Valli, Everybody Loves Somebody by Dean Martin, Everlasting Love by Natalie Cole…

“Uhm… yes.” - you

“Yes, to which one, baby?” - Joe laughed

“Both!” - you

“Did I put you In a gushy love song mood?” - Joe

“Yeah… maybe you did. You've been so romantic today.” - you

Joe grinned at me while he squeezed my hand and the next time we were at a red light he leaned over to kiss me.

“I have a feeling that every trip we take from here on out isn't going to top this.” - Joe

“I already know they're not! I'm so excited. Thank you so much, Joe.” - you

“You’re so welcome, but just wait till you see what I have planned throughout the trip.” - Joe

“Ok, I still can't believe you planned a whole International trip with your homebody ways, Joseph Lee.” - you

“I didn't do it by myself. I got help from a lot of people. My mom helped, Aubrey, some guys on the team, your parents, and maybe or maybe not the team’s travel advisor.” - Joe

“Baby, that's so sweet.” - you

“It needs to be perfect…” - Joe sighed

“I think it will be. Can I ask you something?” - you

“Yup.” - Joe

“Why’d you get my nails done?” - you

“Uhm… because we're probably going to take pictures and you had said multiple times your old set was busted. Thought you might want to get new ones.” - Joe

I reached over and put my hand on Joe’s arm, lightly scratching his skin with my nails while I smiled brightly at him.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too, babe.” - Joe

——

We arrived at the airport and to my confusion someone was there to escort us. The tall male with a bodyguard build led us through an area adjacent from the regular airport and before I knew it Joe and I were standing in front of a jet.

“What did you do?!” - you

“Wanna fly in a private jet?” - Joe grinned

After we handed our bags and suitcases to part of the crew, I was standing there astounded so Joe took my hand and guided me up the steps.

“This is incredible… how much did this cost to fly us there?” - you frowned slightly

“My love, money is not something we have to worry about.” - Joe winked with a cocky grin on his lips

I had changed into my sweat set, UGGs, and put my new earrings in before we left the house and I swore sometimes I would catch Joe’s eyes lingering to the substantial diamonds on my ears.

Eventually, we made it inside the jet and it was even nicer inside than it was outside. The lighting was warm and the leather seats were astonishing.

“You like it?” - Joe

“I love it, and I love you.” - you pecked Joe’s cheek

Joe put a hand on the small of my back and gently moved me in the direction of a chair.

After sitting down, Joe took his spot across from me, a table in between us and I propped my feet up on his lap.

He slipped my UGGs off and gently put them on the floor before he started massaging my feet.

It was the little things that Joe did that made me praise him for being the best boyfriend ever, and he never failed to hold himself to that title.

“You comfy?” - Joe

“Very.” - you smiled

“We have a long ride ahead of us so hopefully we can take a nap at some point.” - Joe

I nodded and the flight attendant walked over to us to explain a few things. Due to the fact Joe is an avid hater of PDA I was expecting Joe to drop my foot when she walked over, but he didn't. He listened to her intently as he continued rubbing small comforting circles on my foot.

Joe had a few questions about the lunch and dinner menu but eventually, she walked away.

“You have absolutely spoiled me today, I don't know how it can get much better.” - you

“Just you wait.” - Joe winked

——

February 14th, 2024 - *Actual* Valentine's Day

When we finally arrived in Portofino it was early morning the next day, Joe and I were pretty exhausted.

Despite being jet-lagged and tired, the drive to the Airbnb was absolutely beautiful.

The different colored buildings and the water were some of the most breathtaking sites I'd ever laid eyes on. I had to look back at Joe who was sitting next to me in the back of the car just to verify he could see it too.

“It's beautiful…” - you

“It is, isn't it?” - Joe smiled

He was so in love with you, so obsessed with pleasing you that he’d do anything just to see that twinkle in your eye when you see something you love. When you looked back at him he saw that twinkle and he hoped that it wasn't just coming from the gorgeous surroundings, but also because of him.

You were still looking out of the car window but suddenly he felt a hand on his thigh. When he looked down he saw your fingers making grabby motions and when he laced his fingers with yours, they were at ease. Even with the view in front of you, you still reached for him behind.

The Airbnb was even more breathtaking. Joe, in the most broken Italian accent I'd ever heard, told me it was called the Baia degli Ulivi.

It was a pretty pink color with forest green shutters and a beautiful balcony view.

Joe and I sat our bags down when we got inside because he said he wanted to show me around.

I could tell that Joe was proud of himself for picking such a ravishing place for us to stay.

He was so adorable as he walked around the house and pointed out little things he liked on the Airbnb app when he looked at pictures.

My favorite part was when he was super proud to show me the bathroom because…

“It has a fucking bidet!” - Joe pointed

He was looking equal parts intrigued and proud but I couldn't help but bust out laughing at his exclamation.

“There’s my goofy boy. You've been so romantic the past two days that I've kinda missed the goober side of you.” - you

“Trust me, it’s never gone sometimes it just gets overpowered by another side of me.” - Joe grinned

“C’mon Joey, let’s go take a nap.” - you

——

A few hours later, meaning like six, we woke up at one o'clock and decided to venture out of the house.

Joe had an itinerary on his phone that he pulled up while we were still lying in bed cuddling.

“Wanna go to a castle?” - Joe

“A Castle?! Yes!” - you

“Okay, we can get dressed and go to the Castello Brown before we head to lunch.” - Joe

“Is that the name of it?” - you

“Mhm.” - Joe nodded

“I can't believe I'm here with you right now. This is my dream come true, Joe. Thank you for everything, you're the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.” - you

“I love you.” - Joe kissed your forehead

——

Soon we were walking through the castle grounds hand in hand.

There was this one particular painting that I walked away from Joe to take a picture of, and when I turned around I was met with the sight of Joe holding his phone up taking a picture of me. He never fails to make me feel like the most loved woman on that planet.

We continued walking to the top where there was a beautiful view of the water. Our hands were laced together as I laid my head on Joe’s shoulder, and he laid his against mine.

The moment was amazing, everything just felt so surreal and magical. After everything Joe went through with football last season and all of the obstacles we've faced, it felt like they all disappeared.

I was so focused on Joe and the view that I flinched when there was a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around it was an older woman and what seemed to be her husband standing next to her.

“Sorry to bother but you two are just so adorable and remind me of my husband and I when we were young. I took a nice picture of you guys, do you want it?” - Lady

She showed Joe and me the picture and we both looked at each other with a large grin. You could see the love radiating off of us.

“Yes! Here I'll give you my number. I'm y/n and this is my boyfriend Joe.” - you smiled

“I’m Linda and this is my husband Ben. How long have you guys been together?” - Linda

“Seven years.” - you answered

“Wow, that's a long time! We've been together for 35. We got together as 15-year-olds in high school.” - Linda

“That’s so sweet. What are you guys doing in Italy?” - you

“Revisiting the place we got engaged for Valentine's Day. What about you two young’un’s?” - Linda

“Aww. This is my dream vacation place so Joe surprised me for Valentine’s Day.” - you

“That’s a good man you have.” - Ben nodded

“I know. He's my best friend.” - you grinned at Joe

We talked to Linda and Ben for a little longer before I offered to take a picture of them just like Linda had done with me and Joe.

They agreed and posed with smiles plastered on their faces.

Linda and I exchanged pictures before we parted ways and Joe and I went to lunch.

It was a place that Joe again attempted to pronounce, named Trattoria Tripoli.

“It has 4.5 stars.” - Joe

That boy really did do some research.

While we were sitting and waiting for our food Joe made a little ring out of the straw paper and slid it onto my ring finger. It was a gesture he'd done for a long time almost at every restaurant we go to, but this time it felt different. More butterflies set off in my stomach than normal.

——

We spent the rest of the evening and afternoon at the Airbnb watching movies on the couch since it had been such a long day.

At around seven I told Joe I was getting in the shower and that he was welcome to join me but he passed on the offer and said he wanted to start unpacking instead.

The shower was amazing and the many different settings had me making a mental note to buy a new showerhead for the house.

After stepping out I wrapped a towel around my body and put my hair up in another one before leaving the bathroom to get a comfy outfit.

I was confused when I stepped into the bedroom and Joe wasn't there, his suitcase was still zipped up and hadn't moved spots since we had gotten here.

“Joey?” - you yelled

My eyes scanned the room one more time and paused on the bed.

There was a beautiful dress I couldn't recognize as one from my closet and on top of it was a white envelope.

I immediately grabbed it and ripped it open.

Put this on and meet me on the balcony, the final surprise of the night. (but not of the trip)

The best of my love, Joe.

Asking myself the question I've been asking myself for 48 hours straight once again, what is he up to?

A while later I had the dress slipped on, my hair fixed, and very light makeup on.

There were nervous butterflies in my stomach because I had no idea what Joe was going to do.

I took a final deep breath before I walked out of the bedroom and out to where the balcony doors were in the living room.

When I stepped outside my heart stopped.

The instrumental version of Turning Page started playing (specifically at the time stamp 1:40) and Joe stood at the end of an Isle lined with candles and rose petals. He was wearing a dark grey button-down shirt with dark-washed jeans and dress shoes.

“Joe… what are you doing?” - your eyes filled with tears

“C’mere, baby.” - Joe smiled

I slowly walked to Joe who was nervously rubbing his sweaty palms on the front of his pants.

Joe took my hands in his and took in a deep nervous shaky breath.

“y/n y/l/n, for as long as I can remember I've wished for a princess to be the woman next to me. When I was younger every wish I made on an eyelash, dandelion, shooting star, or birthday candle, was about love. You filled that void. I remember the first time I laid eyes on you back at Ohio State, I was so infatuated with you but I knew there was no way I would be able to get an actual goddess to get out with me.” - Joe

He paused to laugh with me while I wiped my tears until he forged ahead.

“I was so surprised that my embarrassingly awful tries at flirting with you worked. I didn't need tutoring that much by the way, I just really wanted to be with you any chance I got. It seriously didn't matter to me if I was at your dorm studying till two with an eight AM practice the next morning if it meant I was spending time with you. You've been the one consistent thing in my life since then that I know will always be with me through anything. y/n, you're the princess that I've been asking for my whole life. The most gorgeous, humble, kind, selfless princess there ever was. You understand me on a level that no one else is even capable of doing and there isn't a life that I picture for myself without you in it. I'll love you when we're old farts with dentures, stealing kisses at the family get-togethers to freak our grandkids out because I know the rest of my living is with you. y/n, your love is my turning page.” - Joe

Both Joe and I giggled at his use of a line from the song that was currently playing before he dropped one of my hands to help wipe the steady flow of tears falling from my eyes.

“That being said…” - Joe

Joe paused and let go of my hands. My crying only got harder when he dropped down onto one knee and pulled the light blue Tiffany box out of his pocket. He flicked the box open and the gorgeous diamond ring only made me cry harder.

“Will you marry me?” - Joe looked up hopefully into your eyes

My hands covered my face for a second just because of how surreal this moment was.

“Yes! Of course, I'll marry you, Joe.” - your cried

Joe lept up and immediately wrapped his arms around me.

I wrapped my arms around him as he picked me up and spun me around.

When Joe finally sat me down he slipped the ring onto my finger and grabbed the back of my neck to kiss me.

Out of all the kisses we've had over seven years, this one was my favorite.

“I love you so much.” - Joe hugged you tight

“I love you too.” - you

——

We were both back in bed now that things had died down, but we were both bubbling with excitement.

“You’re my fiance.” - you smiled at Joe

“We’re getting married.” - Joe grinned

“You say that like you didn't think we ever would.” - You

“No, I knew we would. It's just official now. I'm so glad I finally did it.” - Joe

“Me too, baby. Me too.” - you smiled

I cuddled into Joe’s chest more and found myself nuzzled into his neck.

“Do you like the ring?” - Joe

“I love the ring. It's like exactly what I had pictured. You're really good at picking things out for me, Joe.” - you

“I have never put so much thought into anything else in my entire life. It took me weeks to find the one I wanted to get for you because it had to be perfect.” - Joe

“You seriously did an amazing job. We need to talk about some things though.” - you

“Like what?” - Joe

“When and how we're going to tell people, if we're going to make it public…” - you

“Shhh. We can worry about that when we're in Ohio. Right now I just want to be with my gorgeous fiance, eat dinner, and go to pound town later.” - Joe

I giggled and wrapped myself around Joe, grateful to have such an amazing man in my life who would soon be my husband.

————————————————————————-

Author’s note: on the ninth day of Christmas I gave you all the fluffiest fic ever. (part two with smut is coming guys don't worry)

Request for this fic;

[duckymcdoorknob]

Wow I’ve had this in my drafts for a year.

I think I’m gonna take a break from my requests and write for myself. It’s much more fun.

Sweet Talk

This is lyric text

No flashbacks in this one uwu

Enjoy

Listen while you read!!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡♡´･ᴗ･`

Ships: Ryu Tanaka x Gn!Reader

Warnings: probably moderate cursing? Nothing too bad. Fluff overload tho.

Prompt: Based off of “Sweet Talk” by Saint Motel. Ryu is absolutely enamored with the team manager, (Y/N). These two friends mainly communicate by playful banter, but Tanaka can’t help but fall deeper in love.

Tags: general tag list ❤️ @lisiwalker, @rebloging-everything, @erenluvsrini, @quoikuu, @tetsunova,@keyz-writes, @littlebbyleesfw, @0rodi0, @justanunknown

Oh when it's cold, I get warm just thinking of you.

Volleyball season was starting soon. This excited Tanaka for so many reasons, but the one above all else was the fact that he could spend time with the team’s incredible manager. The winter air nipped at his skin, resulting in him wearing his signature beanie. He was sure that he would freeze his ass off outside.

Exiting the permafrost, and entering the club room, Tanaka felt instant relief as the heat wafted into his face. As he was slowly warming, he opted for quick chats with his teammates.

Hinata and Kageyama were already fighting.

Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were talking about some movie they saw the night before.

His other second year buddies welcomed him with warm smiles. He put his bag down and sat with his friends on the mats. “Good morning, gentlemen.”

“Morning!” Kinoshita beamed, eyes focused on the game he was playing on his hand-held console.

“Mm!” Narita was also engrossed in the game. Perhaps the two of them were battling with each other?

As he stared at the console with a quirked brow, his wing-spiker “twin” (as he liked to call him) sat down next to him and handed him a tall cup. It had a cardboard sleeve to keep his hands from burning. Tanaka sighed in relief upon seeing the steam rising off of it.

“I figured you’d either be a big whiny baby about how cold you are, or deny it until you get frostbite, so I came prepared.” Ennoshita chirped, flashing his friend a closed-eyed smile.

“Ennoshita have I told you how much I love you lately?” Ryu mumbled as he opened the top and took a sip of the drink, “Hazelnut hot chocolate! I swear to the gods above I’m gonna marry you one day.” he said softly, drinking with a satisfied smile.

“Tanaka!” The brunette boy said with a flush, “Save talk like that for (Y/N)!”

The wing-spiker immediately flushed a gorgeous shade of gentle red, which he was quick to blame on the cold wind biting at his cheeks.

“Ennoshita!” Tanaka’s teeth were grit as he stared his best friend down. “Dude! I haven’t told anyone yet!”

Before the other wing-spiker could reply with endless teasing, Daichi called the group to the gym for warm-ups.

When I'm alone, I stare at stars and hope dreams come true.

Tanaka changed into his court shoes and walked as his head was filled with sudden scenarios. A love-struck look was plastered on his face as he imagined how life would be as your boyfriend. He thought about holding your hand in the hallways, surprising you with treats on your birthday and Valentine’s Day, how it would feel to be the one to make you laugh, or to hold you in his arms and-

“Tanaka? You with us?” Daichi asked, a gentle hand to his second year’s shoulder accompanying his question.

“Wh- oh! Hey, Cap! I’m just fine!” The wing-spiker chirped as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Just thinkin’ about some stuff.”

“I thought I smelled smoke.” Tsukishima muttered as he opened the gym door for his teammates.

“Oh you’ve got cohones. Don’t forget that I’m still your superior.” Tanaka growled as he tapped the first year’s nose gently.

You're probably not aware that I'm even here.

Upon entering the gym, Tanaka locked eyes with you. You were talking to Yachi and Kiyoko, smile as bright as the sun. The wing-spiker swore his heart stopped on the spot.

Luckily, you hadn’t noticed him leaning onto Ennoshita’s shoulder and practically screaming

“They’re. So. Friggin’ cute, ‘Nnoshita.” the fuzzy-haired boy muttered, head hitting his friend’s shoulder with every word.

The other wing-spiker giggled as he patted his buddy’s head. “Poor Tanaka. I’m sure you’ll survive the day if you don’t make a total fool out of yourself.”

“Mmmmmmmm” Tanaka whined as his head came off of the other’s shoulder. “Great. So I have to do the opposite of what I do every time I see them!”

As his second year buddy retreated to talk to Daichi about captain duties, Tanaka went over to you to try and start some conversation up. You were talking to Yachi and Kiyoko, so he waited a little bit before walking up to you. When the two girls had left, you were scribbling down some notes on a clipboard. Perfect timing!

Well you might not know I exist, but I don't even care

“(Y/N)?” Tanaka asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt your conversation.

No response.

The wing-spiker bit the inside of his cheek and waited patiently. After a few more seconds, when the talking lulled, he tried again. “Hey (Y/N)?”

Sweet talk, everything you say.

“Ah good morning, Tanaka! I see you chose to bother me the second you got inside.” You chirped, eyes not moving from the clipboard.

“Oh you know it. I see that someone pissed in your cheerios this morning.” The second year replied cheekily.

You slapped your pen down and looked over at the wing-spiker, as he took a seat next to you on the bench.

It sounds like sweet talk to my ears.

“You drive me up the wall.” You emphasized the last word by shaking a fist at him playfully.

“Oh (Y/N)! I’m so flattered! I knew you loved me!” The second year threw a wrist up to his forehead and dramatically leaned on him.

“Piss off!” You barked in reply, laughing as your hand gently collided with his forehead. “Won't you stay away?"

It'll still be sweet talk to my ears.

“Ouch! I just wanted to know how that chemistry test that you were worried about went!” The wing-spiker said with added dramatics, “Sigh! And here I was thinking we were friends!”

You instantly erupted into laughter, playfully punching his shoulder as lightly as you could. “You’re such a dork!” You managed to choke between your chuckles.

Oh when you laugh, I forget that it's about me.

The light in Tanaka’s eyes glimmered as he heard the beautiful sound. It was like a symphony in his ears. He would do anything to hear that heavenly sound once more.

“Why are you still laying on me? What if I get bugs?!” You yelped, lifting his head with two hands.

But it's alright, cause being your punchline still is something.

Tanaka put all of his weight in his head and leaned downward. “Good luck getting me off of you!”

The two of you laughed heartily, lacking any care of the world around you.

“Tanaka, (Y/N)! Stop flirting you two! We have nationals in two months and no time to waste!”

Yeah well I'm not scared.

The two of you turned to look at your captain, still releasing residual chuckles.

“I'm not going nowhere.” Tanaka said with a chuckle, nuzzling into your lap.

Yeah, you might want me to drop dead, but I don't even care.

“Get up, lover boy. We both have lots of work to do.” You demanded, bouncing your legs and making his head collide with your knees.

“Agh! Ouch! Okay, okay!“ The second year whined as he rose from the bench. He offered you a hand out of habit. When you took it, his entire world changed. It solidified everything. He knew in that little moment that he wanted to hold your hand every day.

—

The second year realized that he had to do something to ask you out. As he pondered and pondered upon date ideas, pick-up lines, and cheesy gestures to win you over, a text illuminated his phone.

Sweet talk, everything you say.

“DUDE BIG NEWS!”

Why had you texted him?

“WHAT’S GOIN ON??”

“CALL ME!”

Chuckling, Tanaka clicked your contact and called you. You picked up after the

“HINATA JUST ASKED YACHI TO PROM!!”

It sounds like sweet talk to my ears.

“HINATA AND YACHI????”

“I KNOWWWWW!!!”

“I MEAN I TOTALLY SEE IT!!”

“To be honest, I thought him and Kageyama would end up together”

“(Y/N-“

You could yell

“WHAT??? THEY ARE TOTALLY SOULMATES, TELL ME I’M WRONG!!”

“YOU AREN’T BUT DAMN!”

You and Tanaka chatted about anything and everything. From Tsukishima’s comment to him that morning, to the couples going to the prom together.

That’s it! Prom! He could ask you to the prom!

While on the phone with you, The wing-spiker rushed around his home to get all of the supplies he needed, and got to work on the poster he would make.

He settled for a super cheesy poster. He drew a really ugly volleyball, since drawing was not his strong suit, and wrote in blocky letters “my heart will be killed if you don’t go to prom with me. Dig the idea?”

“What are you coloring?” You asked from the other side of the line.

“Just a project for one of my classes.” He replied, marker cap in mouth as he outlined all of the letters in orange.

—

The next morning, Tanaka picked up a single flower from the florist near coach Ukai’s store. He recalled you telling Kiyoko and Yachi all about the beautiful (F/F)s you had passed on your way to school one day. He then stopped to get you a meat bun from coach’s store.

“Ooh. Who’s the lucky person that our resident flirt is asking to prom?” His coach asked, handing his wing-spiker a meat bun.

“(Y/N).” Tanaka replied, handing his coach some money.

“Wh- (Y/N)??” Ukai asked with a grin, “Keep that money; go get ‘em.”

“Will do, coach!” Tanaka chimed as he exited the store.

He knew that you would be outside the gym at this time. You always waited for Kiyoko to finish her morning run so the two of you could walk in together.

With a sigh of preparedness, Tanaka rushed up to the gym. You were there, undoubtedly, watching the people walk into school.

“(Y/N)!” The second year called, bounding up to you.

You turned and saw the sign. Your heart leaped and warmth found it’s way to your previously cold body. You were so excited that he was asking you, that you didn’t think about what you were saying. “Oh my god…Piss off!” You said absentmindedly upon seeing the sign.

The wing-spiker’s face dropped, as he stopped dead in his tracks. “Oh. Uh, sorry I’ll just…”

“Tanaka no that’s-“

“No, no. I know what you’ll say. You’ll tell me I’m an idiot and yell: Won't you stay away? Here, these are for you." The second year handed you the flower and meat bun, then turned and began to walk inside the gym.

You smiled with a sigh, grabbing his hand. “Ryuunosuke.”

His face flushed upon use of his first name.

It'll still be sweet talk to my ears.

“What I meant to say was: ‘piss off, of course I’ll go to prom with you.’”

“Wait, really?” Tanaka’s eyes sported the same glimmer they usually did.

“Really. You didn’t need to go through all of this to get me to go to prom with you.” You mumbled, pulling his hand up to your lips and kissing it gently.

The beautiful sound of your laughter, that Tanaka loved so much, echoed through the gym as his teammates commented on how sheepish your actions had made him.

He didn’t mind much. He got to hear what he always loved: your sweet talk, and your sweet laughter.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[salty-jade]

Paper Flowers

Pairing: Tom! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Theme: Fluff + Valentine's day

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, you're sad, cause you know Peter's not gonna give you anything. or is he?

Note: Yeah... Just wanted to post something for Valentine's Day. Also I made this because I saw a video of someone making origami flowers on TikTok, so that's where the inspiration came from :D. I did proof read this but if I have any grammatical and spelling errors sorry :v.

The school hall was buzzing with students, as the bell signaled the end of the day. However, this was no ordinary day. The gymnastics hall was filled with students getting in line for something that the student council had come up with for the upcoming couples holiday you always dreaded.

In front of the gym door was a pastel pink banner that read, ‘LOVE IS IN THE AIR!’ in big bold red letters. You sighed in annoyance after you read the words. It’s not like you were sad that you didn’t have anyone to celebrate this occasion with, it was more like you knew you wouldn’t be able to ask a certain someone to spend the occasion with because you knew you had no chance (which is basically the same thing).

“Hey Y/N, can you help me get these boxes of letter to Betty for me, I still have a whole line of people who want to register.” a student handed you a box that was filled to the brim with pink and white letters. You were part of the student council, so of course you were roped into helping out with the special program that your team had made. The student council had suggested to make an event where students could send letters or gift to their special someone, and the student councils act as a messenger, or as Betty liked to say, cupids. Though, you liked MJ’s wording better when she said it was more like child labor, but a job for the singles.

You made your way to the other side of the gym where you spotted Betty organizing all the letters and gifts from the students. “Hey Betty, where should I put these?”

“Oh, you can just put them next to the boxes of gifts here for a moment. I’m still figuring out the placements and all.” you followed her instruction and put it right next to the box that was labeled gifts. It was left closed, but you could tell that the lid was not holding it in very well.

“Man, people are really into this whole cupid-messenger thing huh?” your eyes scanned the rows of boxes filled with either gift, chocolates, bouquets, and even more letters.

“Tomorrow is already Valentine’s Day, so all of the students are dropping of their gifts and letter. Also-” She checked out the last box in her list and turned to you, “Well, that’s what happens when you’re in love. and I know a certain someone who is also in love, but is just too scared to admit it.” Betty looked at you and gave a teasing smile. You knew who she was talking about, but you brushed off her comment and turned to look at the sea of students in front of you.

“So, what about you? did you find out that he’s going to give you a gift?”

“Actually, he told me that he was going to get me something, but he said it was a surprise! he’ll give it to me on our date!”

You had to admit, that was smart of Ned to just flat out say it, rather than rely on this messenger thing, only for Betty to find out eventually.

“Well, hope you and Ned have a wonderful date on valentine’s day!” you said.

“Thanks! and I hope you keep your promise to give us some of your homemade chocolate!”

“I was actually going to out now and buy the ingredients after I deliver this to you. So see you later Betty!” after Betty returned the goodbye, you dashed out of the gym as quickly as you could, not wanting to stay in that building full of love struck teens any longer. Unbeknownst to you, a certain spiderling was watching you come out of the hall before entering the gym.

♡

You made it back to your apartment after buying a ton of chocolate and decorations for your gift to your friends. Ever since you were fourteen, you always tried to make valentine’s chocolate every year for your friends. It was a small gesture, but you enjoyed the process of making chocolates for your friends, and this year was no exception.

You tied up your hair and rolled up your sleeves. before taking out the ingredients out of the grocery bag. Without realizing, you were already two hours in making the small dessert. You decided to make heart-shaped cake pops for your friends this year. You were known for being over the top when it comes to giving gifts. After you had dunked the last cake pop into the chocolate coating, you set aside the finished pops and let them harden in the fridge. While waiting for them to harden, you went inside your room and took out another plastic bag that was filled with crafting paper, ribbons and colorful pens. You began cutting the paper into smaller strips and wrote all your friends names that you were going to give to, except for one person.

Peter.

You didn’t write his name on the paper, at least not in these papers. You took out a small envelope from your bedside drawer. The envelope was colored red with black stripes that formed a cob-web design on the envelope. Inside of the envelope was of course a letter. A letter that you wrote for Peter. The idea itself was stupid really, but you actually had written the letter since the beginning of the year. So, although the content of it wasn’t in the context of Valentine’s Day, it still contained your feeling for him. You did consider giving the letter anonymously to him via the student council’s event, but you felt like this was a personal matter you had to deal with, and you knew you had to accept the end result after giving the letter to Peter.

“This is so dumb...” you laid your head against your table, forgetting about the small paper labels that you had cut out. You were starting to hesitate on whether you should give him the letter at all.

“Hey! I got us Chinese food!” You heard your bedroom door opening. You quickly covered your desk and hid the letter in between some books before turning around to see who it was. You let out a sigh of relief as it was only your sister that was standing in front of your door.

“What’s gotten your panties in a twist?” Your sister raised a brow.

“N-nothing, you just shook me that’s all” you finally got up from your chair and went out of the room with your sister following from behind.

“Yeah, says the girl who is literally so love struck that she decided to practice making a dessert for our downstairs neighbor” You stopped in your tracks and glared at your sister.

“You don’t need to bring that up all the time you know!”

“How can I not when I keep telling you that you should tell him! I literally just saw you stare at the letter for a full minute!”

You dropped down to the couch and grabbed the pillow so you could bury your face in embarrassment. She knew you had a crush on Peter, you didn’t have to tell as she had figured it out by herself.

“Now c’mon. Let’s eat before our chow mein is cold”

The sun had already set a long time ago. Peter was finishing up his patrol for today and decided to settled down on a rooftop that was near his apartment building. He looked around if there was anyone around before lifting his mask up halfway to eat a hotdog that a guy had bought him after catching a thief. He was scrolling through his phone before he notices a light coming out of you window. He was you lying down in bed with your sister talking about something while you were wrapping your chocolates for your friends. Peter always looked forward to your homemade chocolate every year. Though, he did wish that his share was something more special to him rather than it being the same with your friend group.

the window was slightly open so bits of your conversation could be heard from it. He knew he shouldn’t listen in, but something your sister said had caught his attention.

“What would you like to get for valentine’s day? y’know other than chocolates of course”

Now this is something Peter needed to hear. He jumped to his apartment building roof and crawled slowly unto a balcony that was above your window.

“I don’t know really; I’ve never gotten anything other than chocolates on valentine’s day-” You tied the last ribbon on the wrapper and placed it inside a paper bag that you were going to bring tomorrow.

“I do really like hand made things though! Like the other day I saw someone make a bouquet of flowers using craft paper. It did seem tedious to do, so I don’t think anyone is willing to make that a day or two before valentine’s day” you said.

“If you think it’s tedious than why think of that?” You sister asked.

“I guess I just like the idea of you know, putting your time and effort to make something. Sure, it might look kind of bad, but it’s the thought that counts, right?” It wasn’t a lie really. You appreciated if someone put all their time and effort to learn and make something as a gift for any occasion. Which is also why you enjoy the look from your friends when they said your baking tastes really good. Especially if it came from Peter.

Peter could only sit down and process everything you said. He knew he didn’t have much more time, as he looked at the time. The sun did just set, so the craft store might still be open. Without thinking, Peter pulled down his mask and swung into action. He was going to be exhausted the next day and the results might not be great, but as you said, it’s the thought that counts.

♡

“Once again, F/N has done it again this year!” MJ cheered as she was holding up the cake pop in her hand. You were handing your cake pops to your friends matching the label.

“Aww, you even labeled them! you’re so extra” Betty screamed as she took out her phone to post in on her Instagram later.

“I mean, I did promise you all I would make them.” you looked around the table and noticed a person, Peter to be specific, missing from the group. You were relieved in your head since you had saved his gift later in your locker.

“By the way, where’s Peter’s share?” Ned spoke. You froze in your spot and turned to Ned. You could tell the others were also thinking the same thing. But for Betty, she could tell.

“I-I actually already gave his share this morning! y’know since we live in the same building and all...”

luckily everyone took the bait, except for Betty. Instead of a bell sound, the speakers in the cafeteria turned on and an announcement came. A student council member you knew was speaking through the speaker to say something about the program.

“For the students who have signed up for the messenger program, your special messages will be delivered after sixth period till the end of school-”

“Well, that me and Y/N’s cue to help out, see you guys later!” Betty kissed Ned on the cheek before dragging you to the library to meet with the other student council members.

While all the other students were in their respective classes, you were tasked with delivering the letters to the students they were for. A part of you hoped that you might find a letter for you, in hopes that maybe Peter had sent you a letter. You erased the thought, since these were mostly anonymous anyway, so there was no way you would know if it was from him or not. This is also assuming if you had gotten any from anyone at all.

“Ok, so you’ll give these set of letters in the first floor along with Tobey and Ariel. As for the second floor-” Betty handed you a stack of letters. You didn’t know how many times you sighed, but you hoped that you wouldn’t go to the class where Peter was in.

Luck was on your side that they, and you the first class you entered didn’t have Peter there. So, there you were, standing in front of the physics class while reading out names in the room to see if they were in the room.

“Is Samantha Lee here?!” you shouted.

As the last student came up to you and took the letter out of glee, you thanked the teacher and left the class. You continued your job as the messenger in different other classes, while passing the other student council members who were delivering their fair share of letters. You left the last class on the floor you were tasked with and saw started walking back to the library where you saw a couple of the members taking a break after delivering the letters, while sharing their stories on how their delivery went.

Your brain went on autopilot and started to drift off into space so you could make up all the good and bad scenarios that would come up when giving your letter to Peter. That was until someone had tapped your shoulder to get your attention. You jumped at the sudden disturbance and turned around in your seat and saw Betty was smiling from ear to ear while having her hands behind her back. The object in her hands was so big that you instantly knew what it was and already had a guess on what she was going to say.

“If your here to only brag about the fact that Ned gave you a giant bouquet of roses as a Valentine’s Day gift while giving me a heart attack in the process, I’m so not in the mood Betty!” You gave a sarcastic laugh to her. But the way Betty’s face changed from a happy one to a confused one, then back again to a happy face made the situation more confusing to you.

“Ok for the record, Ned already gave me his gift to me this morning, so you guessed wrong,” She slowly revealed the ‘bouquet’ from behind her back, her struggle to get the bouquet in front of you showed how big the gift was.

“This is for you! from your not-so-secret admirer!” The last thing you could get from a secret admirer was a letter that was written with only a couple of words saying that they liked you, but this was something you could only dream of.

It was as if an angel had heard your conversation with your sister last night and told someone to make this for you. There in front of you was a bouquet of paper flowers, all in different shapes and sizes. The color of the flowers was a mix of your favorites and you could even see that they tried to make baby breaths into the mix. You really couldn’t believe what was being given to you. You knew you like handcrafted things, but this was just over the top! how long did the person make this? How many days did it take them? Maybe you’re hallucinating. Maybe it was just a prank from Betty and it was actually her and MJ’s effort to cheer you up.

you slowly took the bouquet from Betty’s hands, carefully placing it on your lap and examined the craftmanship of the bouquet. You could tell that some of the folds were giving out due to the glue not being strong enough, and some of the flowers weren’t stuck together since one of them looked like it could fall out from the placement, but you could careless at the imperfections. It was handmade by someone, who did something out of the box and at least tried their best to make it as perfect as possible. your put you lips together to stop a smile from forming, but Betty could clearly see a blush creeping up your face. It seemed like the other student council members noticed the giant gift you had received, so they all teased you for having a secret admirer while also congratulating you for getting a thoughtful gift.

“Wait it doesn’t end their Y/N! They actually told me to give you this as well,” Betty reached her hand inside the bouquet while carefully fishing out a small envelope for you. At this point, you really needed to know who the hell went all the way to get you this kind of gift.

You took the envelope and examined it. For the envelope, there really wasn’t anything special since it looked like all the other envelopes you had given out. You didn’t want to open it in front of the other students, so you excused yourself to go to your locker to open it. You quickly made your way down the hall and arrived at your locker. you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought of having someone make this for you. The locker wasn’t opening with how you were rushing to get the combination right while you were giggling to yourself. Finally, the locker opened and you placed your bouquet inside. You calmed your beating heart for a moment before you opened the letter. The glue that was holding the flap of the envelope was tacky, so it was an easy peel for you to open. Finally, the letter was in your hands. You unfolded the letter and read the letter in excitement and curiosity. You were finally going to find out who gave you such a wonderful gift, only to find an instruction on the paper.

Happy Valentine’s Day! I know this wasn’t what you were expecting, but there was no way I was going to tell you the most important thing to me in the form of a writing. So, come meet me in front of Delmar’s and Deli and Grill shop and I’ll pick you up!

-S.M

Okay, as if you didn’t know your brain could even get any more confused, this letter with the anonymous name just made your brain explode both in confusion and frustration. Now you had to wait till the end of the school day to go to some sandwich shop and wait for your admirer to pick you up. You slipped the paper in between your notebook. You could pry the answer out of Betty since she must’ve known who it was that sent the gift, but a part of you like the idea of having known nothing of the person that sent you it, and the excitement of being surprised made you want the school day to be over.

Fortunately, it was almost last period and you didn’t have any club activities. After the student council members finished their break, you all continued to deliver the messages and gifts to students all over school. You were full of energy as you quickly delivered your messages to the students as to not waste any time once it was time for the meet up.

♡

The end of the school day was finally here. You dashed to your locker to get your stuff and the bouquet and dashed out the door. You gained a lot of looks from some students since you were in a hurry, and also the fact that you were carrying a giant bouquet of paper flowers with you. You were sure that you got glares from some of the girls since they were jealous of your gift, but none of that mattered right now.

Finally, after a going down the subway station and arriving at the designated shop. You stopped in your tracks and looked around, hoping that the person was already there waiting for you. You looked around, but saw no one approaching you. You fixed your slightly messy hair due to the marathon you did and dusted your skirt just to make sure it was perfect. The weather was still kind of cold, so you wore your black stockings under your skirt. Your sister told you it was dumb to wear a skirt in this weather, but you figured today was a special day, so you thought it would be nice to dress up a bit. You did curse yourself for not following your sister’s advice, but the fact that you were going to meet your special someone was worth it.

Five minutes had passed, and there was no sign of anyone coming your way. Maybe this was all a prank someone had pulled, you thought. you thought that maybe Betty gave you someone else’s gift and you were another messenger for them. All these negative scenarios had formed in your head, preparing for the worst-case scenario. Your shoulders slumped slightly in defeat. You were about to turn the other way and go home, until you heard a familiar name being called out.

“Hey Spider-Man!” You looked up to the sky and followed the direction of the phones people were recording with. The neighborhood superhero was swinging from building to building, and the direction he was swinging at made you tear up a bit.

The closer he was getting, the more your heat beat sped up as if it was preparing for a marathon. You instinctively held up your arms the best as you could with the bouquet in your hands still. Right on cue, Peter picked you up from the ground and swung you both away. You held on as best as you could so that Peter could still swing with ease with all the stuff you had. If you were focusing on the ground, the view of the neighborhood from above wasn’t something you didn’t see every day and you would’ve appreciated it. Right now, however, your mind could only focus on the fact that the person who sent you the gift was the person who you’ve wanted this whole time.

Peter finally settled you on your apartment building and took his mask off after making sure no one was around. His face was also the same shade as yours, accompanied with a nervous but goofy smile. You tried to cover yourself with the bouquet, but you knew you couldn’t stop looking at him while waiting for either of you to say something.

“So, d-do you like your gift? I-I know it looks kind of weird and has a lot wrinkly bits, but I really hope you like it...”

you took a step closer to Peter and looked at his eyes that were sincere and full of love. You took one of the flowers that was on the verge of falling off from the bouquet and placed it between your ear before speaking.

“Well, before I answer that question, let me ask you something,”

Peter swallowed his saliva in anticipation and nervousness.

“How did you come up with this gift? and also how long did it take to make it?” You raised a brow while admiring his work in your hands. Peter put his lips into a tight line and rubbed the back of his neck. The share of red still painting his face while trying to think of a way to answer.

“I may or may not have listened in to your conversation with you sister last night...” Your eyes went wide at his answer. Last night? that meant-

“You only made this last night?!” Peter fiddled with his mask while looking down at his foot. the gesture gave you away the answer to your question. You felt touched by his intentions and dedication to make the gift for you.

“Was it... hard? you know, since you had to make all these tiny flowers and the whole wrapper overnight...”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe how many times I had to replay that video over and over again to try and get those baby breaths right!” You both laughed at his words. You could already imagine the scenario in your head and the frustrated look he had on his face while trying to make the flowers.

You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again fearing that you were just assuming things. Lucky for Peter, he noticed.

“If you want to say something, just say it. I think I know what you’re about to say...” Peter reached out to grab your hand in his and squeezed it, giving you affirmation to say what you wanted to say. Instead of saying what you wanted to say, you shuffled around your bag to find the red envelope you had wanted to give to him.

Peter saw the red envelope and took it from you. He looked at you to ask if it was ok to open it now. You nodded your head and watched as he opened the envelope as quickly as possible. You turned around and face the other way so that you wouldn’t have to see the expression on Peter’s face when he read it.

Dear Peter Parker,

I remember the first time we met. We were both on top of our apartment building, wanting to just have time for ourselves from the world. Wanting just a moment of silence to ourselves. Only the difference was that I was bawling my eyes out because I had a bad day. You, who were a stranger at the time went up to me. You didn’t know who I was, but you were always one to look out for the little guy. Months passed and we became close. Especially, after that one night you opened the wrong window and crashed at my bed.

From then on, you trusted me with you secret. I always wondered if you came to me because I was closest to your place, or it was because of something more. Nevertheless, I enjoyed those moment where you would come to me for refuge after a long night.

Though, even before I knew you were Spider-Man, I knew you were someone I would want to keep close to my heart. It seems like I kept you too close to my heart, that you took it from me. I would ask you to give it back, but I actually prefer it this way. I know I look like a coward for saying this through my writing but I hope you can answer my question in front of me, whether it is an answer I am hoping for, or an answer that will make me look like a fool.

Peter Parker, would you let me keep your heart?

Peter could hear your heart beating fast as you waited for his answer. The only thing you didn’t know was that his heart was beating as fast as yours. He could even mistake it as if your hearts were both in sync. He folded back the letter and took a step closer to you slowly. His hand finding a way to your opposite cheek, which made your turn around. Your eyes were closed, in fear that he was going to respond to your question in a way that would make your heart break. If it wasn’t for his suit, your face would’ve literally burned his skin if it could. Instead of hearing a rejection from him, you could feel a warmth sensation in your lips.

You knew what this was. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know that Peter was kissing you which was also the answer you were anticipating. You dropped the bouquet to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck. Peter followed your movement and placed his hand on your hips to deepen the kiss. After a minute or two, you both finally pulled away, the color red never leaving your face from the beginning.

“I take it that your answer is yes...?” Peter chuckled.

He leaned his head forward and placed his forehead on your own while giving you his signature goofy smile.

“I do say, you have a way with words princess,” It was your turn to laugh at his comment.

“Princess? So now were moving on to the nick name phase huh?”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! It just slipped out, I didn’t mean it! well I mean I do mean it, but if you don’t want that then that’s ok too-” You placed your lips on his again, it was a quick one, but it was sure to shut him up for a bit.

“I don’t mind Peter. In fact, I like it” Now you were the bold one by linking your hands with his and giving him a sincere smile. Peter could only stare back at you and smile along with you.

“So, does this mean we’re together-together now?”

You made a humming sound before answering him.

“We are, if you properly answer the question from my letter”

Peter gave your hand one last squeeze before letting it go and picking up the paper bouquet that was on the floor. He stretched his arm out as if he was going to give you the bouquet again and answered your question that was going to really seal the deal.

“Yes Y/N, you can keep my heart forever, as I will keep yours forever!”

Your stretched your hand out to take out the flower from him, but he suddenly retracted his hand back and put his hands on his hips.

"Hey, I know you gave me a letter and all that contained your undying love for me, but I remembered that you made a promise to me that you would give me and our friends your home-made chocolates..."

Peter gave you an open palm and motioned his fingers in a curling motion, telling you that he wanted something.

"So, where's mine?"

"Oh, so that's what this was about! You come here giving me a paper bouquet, send me an anonymous letter, make me wait five minutes might I add," You folded your arms and turned the other way.

"AND, I had decided to tell you my true feelings through my letter, which I will say I am a GREAT POET for an amateur! and NOW your asking for V-day chocolates, smooth parker, smooth"

You made a huff sound, making it sound like you were angry, but really you were teasing him

"Oh come one Y/N, you know that's not what I meant!" Peter moved to the other side so you could see him in front of you.

You playfully looked at your fingernails while replying.

"Gee, I don't know Peter, guess I might have to re-think this whole dating thing between us..." You gave him a playful smirk.

You left him speechless for a bit before deciding to leave him on the rooftop and head towards the stairs. Peter finally went back to reality and jogged up to you.

"C'mon! I was joking!! Y/N? Princess?? BABE?! Wait up!"

[armyangxls]

The Sweethearts Dance

Nick Scratch x Plus Size Reader

Warning(s) : Swearing, Mention of satan

Word Count : 1260

Summary : Reader brings Nick to the Valentine’s Day dance and has cute fun night (based on season 2 episode 3)

You were currently talking to Nick in the main room of the Academy.

“I’m gonna just stick it out for this one, no Lupercalia for me.” You said to Nick.

“I’m gonna stick it out for this one too, do whatever you’re doing with you.” Nick said.

“You mean watch cheesy horror or romance movies, and or go to the Valentine’s day dance at Baxter High? if I get dragged to it by Sabrina.” You asked.

“Yeah, as long as I’m with you I’ll do anything!” He said.

“You’re fine not getting all kinky in the woods on Lupercalia and spending it with my half mortal kinda sex repulsed self?” You said.

“Yes, as long as we can kiss.” He said, you rolled your eyes looking down at the floor biting your inner lip.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. We can do whatever you wanna do and are comfortable with.” He said.

“Okay! And are you saying you wanna be Valentine, maybe boyfriend?” You asked.

“Maybe my cute witch, maybe.” He said smirking, putting his hand under your chin, lifting your head up.

“So how about that dance, when will it be?”

“You really wanna go?” You asked, he nodded his head. “It’s at 6:30 tomorrow, we can meet at Sabrina’s house.” You said, smiling.

~

You were getting ready in Sabrina room.

“Do I look okay?” You asked Sabrina, nervously.

“Yes, you look beautiful!” Sabrina said, turning around.

“Thank you ‘Brina, you look beautiful too!” You said

“Thank you! And of course, Nick’s gonna fall right over when he sees you.” She said.

~

“I don't know if I can do this.” You said to Sabrina in the hallway, anxiously messing with your hands.

“You can do this, go be your badass hot self, or I could push you down the stairs that would get his attention!” She said.

“I guess so, and what the fuck?” You said.

“It was just a suggestion, and yeah go Y/N/N you can do this!” She said, laughing.

~

You slowly walked down the stairs with Sabrina, Nick and Ambrose came into your sight. You stopped on the last step.

“*sighs* I asked Ambrose if he wanted to join us, but he already said no.” Sabrina said to them.

“Hi.” You said softly to them.

“Y/N you look stunning!” Nick said

“Th-thank you, you look stunning too.” You said.

“I mean seriously, I’m stunned.” Nick said, smirking.

“Beautiful.” Ambrose whispered.

“Oh, well… thank you.” Hilda said, chuckling, walking around the corner of the hallway beside the steps.

“Thank you very much.” She said.

“Sabrina, Y/N, Nicholas.” Zelda said, walking through the hallway after Hilda. “Enjoy the dance.” She said.

You moved closer to Nick and hooked your arm with his.

“And remember, Hilda, you’re a huntress, and he’s your prey.” Zelda said to Hilda.

“Dear Satan, yes! Damn!” Ambrose said to Hilda.

“Huntress! Rawr!” Hilda said.

“Happy Hunting!” Ambrose shouted.

“Are you sure you’re okay going to the dance without a date?” You asked Sabrina.

“Yeah! I can spend some time with Theo.” She said, smiling.

“Ready to go you two?” You asked.

“Yeah!” Nick and Sabrina said at the time.

~

You entered the gym where the dance was being held, your arm hooked Nick’s arm and Sabrina stood beside you.

“I’m gonna go catch up with Theo.” Sabrina said.

“Okay!” You and Nick said to her, she started walking away to find him.

“Welcome to Baxter High.” You said to Nick, looking to the side at him.

“Not quite as magical as the Academy.” You remarked.

“Are you kidding?” He asked.

“Being here with you, getting to see this other side of you, it’s…” He said, turning to the side, facing you touch your plush waist.

“It’s more magical than anything at the Academy.” He said.

“May I have this dance, milady?” He asked, bowing theatrically, offering his hand to you.

“You may.” You said, curtsying back, putting your hand in his.

You both ran together in excitement to where everyone was dancing, stopping in one spot you started dancing together, spinning each other around. He slowly dipped you and pulled you back to him, your bodies closer to each other than ever.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered in your ear, his arms going around you.

“I- I- don’t you dare drop me.” You whispered back to him.

“You think I’m weak?” He whispered kinda offended, you both still danced swaying your hips with the music.

“No, no I don’t think you’re weak, it’s just that I’m a plus size person and I don’t wanna be dropped on the hard floor.” You said to him.

“I won’t drop you. Again do you trust me?” He asked you.

“Yes.” You said, smiling. He lifted you up, you kicked your legs up, he spun you around, and he slowly put you down.

~

You were currently slow dancing, moving with the music. You rest your head against Nick’s.

“What are you thinkin’?” He asked.

“Nothing, I just love doing this kinda stuff and anything with you.” You said. “I do too.” He said.

“Wanna see the rest of the school?” You asked.

“Are you asking me to sneak off with you and go somewhere private?” He asked, you nodded your head.

“Lead the way, Y/L/N.” He said, you grabbed his hand, and you both started walking out of the gym.

~

You and Nick wandered into the library hand in hand, sitting down on the couch in the middle of the library that faced the roaring fireplace. You faced each other, your knees touching, he put his hand on your cheek your breath hitched, your heart started beating fast.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He asked, smirking, caressing your cheek.

“Yeah!” You said giddy, your lips met his, his lips felt soft as a rose petal. Your hands going through his hair. The minutes passed but only felt like seconds kissing him, pulling apart from the kiss, you both slowly caught your breath and calmed your beating heart.

“It’s a lot cozier than the Academy’s Library.” He said.

“It is!” You said

“Wanna go to my house and watch horror movies?” You asked him.

“I would love to!” He said, caressing your cheeks.

~

You changed into comfy clothes then went to your room, where Nick waited for you your bed laying on on his side propping his head up with his hand.

“You already changed?” You said.

“Yeah with magic!” He said, sitting up.

“Ah yes with that spell, last time I did that spell I ended up with a shoe on my head.” You said, chuckling, sitting down beside him.

“How did you manage to do that?” He asked, laughing.

“I do not know!” You said, he put his hand on your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

He lets go of your face, you both move further back on your bed leaning against the pillows on your bed, getting more comfortable.

“So what do you wanna watch?” He asked.

“How about ‘The Lost Boys’? They’re a bunch of queer vampires.” You asked.

“Sure, I love that movie, they're all gorgeous vampires.”

“They are!” You said, turning on the tv and putting on the movie. You turn your head towards Nick, you put your hand on his cheek and you kiss each other.

You both pull apart from the kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day and Lupercalia Nick!” You said, caressing his cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day and Lupercalia Y/N/N.” He said, putting his arms around you. You let go of his cheek and put your arms around him cuddling. He kisses the top of your head.

Note(s) : Happy Valentine’s Day!!! I hope you guys like this oneshot!!

Btw I’m only on season 2 episode 6 of CAOS

[haruharuz]

Sunnclass' Bootcamp

As many of y'all might know, I started a 10k challenge where I'll work every single day except Tuesday, Valentine's and of course when I'm sick (like currently lol).

This Bootcamp is specifically designed to get my body where I want it to be and increase profits to the max in every way.

As soon as my nose ain't snotting no more.. I'm gonna be hitting this until my body and mind are right. WHILE I do this camp, I'll be doing the 10k challenge.

This finna be a wild ride.

GOALS

Handstand

Forearmstand

Right, left and middle splits

Lose 3 inches on waist

Gain 2 inches on ass

Increase overall flexibility

Increase mobility

Back walkover into split

Forearmstand into split

Split grip walk

Invert mid air

Ballerina

Superman

Increase overall fitness

Gain more pole strength

Keep nails done in some manner (including toes)

Stretch DAILY

Workout DAILY

This is the current list 😊 I'll probably add to it later. For now let me tell you the in depth plans ! I say the word “you” in this a lot as if I’m speaking to myself lol. On top of this I'll be studying constantly when I'm not at work so whew.

Let's start with the workout regimen! Ive broken it down into mon-sun ! Easy to understand and follow steps. 

NOTE: Whatever workouts you CHOOSE to do in the first week, do the exact same workouts with added weight if possible for the next MONTH on this schedule. 

 ex: if you choose a 15 minute chloe ting hiit workout for the HIIT day, every wednesday for 3-4 weeks you should do that same hiit workout for best results.

Fair warning: this is a LOT. It's not going to be easy to do this 😩

Monday

Glute focus with some cardio :

If no gym: find one cardio, and two booty workouts (one should be a warmup and the other should be 20-30 minutes and preferably with weight of some sort)

If at gym :

Tuesday

- 15 min treadmill warmup 3.5 mph with two 30 second sprints.

- glute warmup with bands (25 x 2 fire hydrants, 25 x 2 donkey kicks / 15 x 2 rainbows / 25 x 2 glute bridges / 30s glute bridge hold / 30s glute bridge hold with pulse)

- dumbbell at moderately difficult weight  glute bridges  3 x 12 (3 sets of 12 reps)

- hip abduction at moderately difficult weight 3 x 12

- cable pull through OR kettlebell swings with moderately difficult weight at 4 x 10

- stair master for 10 minutes 

core focus with cardio

if no gym: find one cardio and two core workout videos, i don’t care who you use! Whatever works for you is totally fine by me. total workout should be around 30 minutes or so, you CAN follow the core portion of the gym workout at home too.

if at gym:

Wednesday

- 15 min treadmill warmup 3.5 mph with fluctuating incline 

-  crunches 10 x 3 / mountain climbers 30 s x 2 /  bicycle crunches 30s x 2

- reverse crunches 45s / plank 15s / plank twists 15s x 2

HIIT 

Choose your favorite hiit workout and go at it !

Thursday

Choose one upper body workout ( I don’t care where it’s from) and follow the glute regimen from monday BUT substitute the hip abduction machine for squats 4 x 10 ! and add leg press 2 x 10 at light weight.

Friday

ACTIVE REST DAY! 

Saturday

Full Body

Find any full body workout that suits your needs and follow it, this goes for the gym or at home. 

Sunday

ACTIVE REST DAY! or MIXED BAG ! Choose your favorite workout and go for it.

Now that that’s over with! Let’s talk about our other skills, here’s what I’ll be doing myself... daily.

Stretching Routine:

Middle splits 

Front Splits

back flexibility

full body stretch

OTHER SKILLS:

Every day at work I’ll be spending 15-30 minutes on the pole practicing new moves and working on my conditioning and strength.

RULES:

Every morning i will be following this handstand video and this forearm stand video accompanied by an absolute fuck ton of water and a nutritious breakfast.

Twice per week I will be working on my front and back walkovers !

Drink a gallon of water every day

Take multivitamin every morning

Meal plan or prep for the week ( aka cut some fruit up and stick it in a container so it’s easier to eat) 

dont quit

get your nutrients in :  greens, vegetables, fruit, rice, protein- all that good stuff! it’s super important to making sure you’re safe and healthy

i’ll be doing my nails once every week in some way, whether they be long or just a clear coat on my natural nails! 

epsom soak twice per week (as i’ll be dancing on TOP of doing this)

fast food/ eating out is going to be limited to once per week for me 

do this for one full month

GENTLE REMINDER: This is for myself, but it’s here for anyone who wants to try it. don’t push yourself too hard and pls be safe if you do.

[nocturnalazura]

It May Have Been Fate

Iwaizumi x FemReader

This is for @bakuroo-writings Speed Dating Collab. Please check out the masterlist Here. Warning: None, just fluff. WC: 1.4K Summary: Iwaizumi tells the story of the first and last time he ever went to a speed dating event.

“It was 15 years ago on this exact day.”

~~~15 Years Ago~~~

“Absolutely not.” Iwaizumi growls as he stares down at the little card Hanamaki handed him.

“Aw come on Iwa! It’ll be fun!” Oikawa chirps as he reads over the card he was handed as well.

“It’s not going to be fun. It’s gonna suck.”

“Wow, someone is incredibly ungrateful.” Matsukawa mumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah! We went through all this trouble to sign you two up for speed dating and this is the thanks we get?” Hanamaki says, leaning against Matsukawa before spinning around on his barstool.

“All the trouble? All the trouble of what exactly? Finding the form online and typing our names in?” Growls Iwaizumi as he glares at his two idiot friends.

“Exactly that much trouble, really Hajime it was a lot of work for the two of us.”

Iwaizumi gives his friends an unamused glare as he shakes his head. Oikawa smiles brightly as he looks up the event on his phone. Sighing, Iwa looks over his shoulder at the event and screws up his face as he reads the advertisement. Scrubbing a hand over his face he groans at the thought of spending his Valentine's Day at some shitty speed dating event. Then he hears Oikawa start blathering about how nice it’ll be to meet new women and wants to slam his head through a wall.

“I’m not going.” He finally states pushing the card into Hanamaki’s chest.

“Why not?” Oikawa whines.

“First off, I don't want to spend Valentine's Day at a speed dating event, second, I don’t want to spend it with you at a speed dating event.”

“First, rude. I’m your best friend and second it’s not like you have other plans?”

“I could have plans, asshole.”

“You definitely don’t have plans.” Snorts Matsukawa.

“Oh fuck off. How would you know if I had plans or not?”

“Because you never have plans, you’ve never once made plans for valentines the entire time we’ve known you.” Hanamaki states.

“You two idiots act like you have great plans.”

“We do. We’re hitting the bars and getting fucked up while we look for dates.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? That’s your great plan?”

“Pretty much.”

“Well why the fuck can’t Oikawa and I go with you and not do this shit?”

“Because, girls like Oikawa, and it’s annoying.”

“You two are rude. It’s not my fault women find me attractive.” Oikawa grumbles as he takes a drink of his beer.

“Actually I agree with the two idiots for once. You have a tendency to hog all the attention, I’m pretty sure Makki’s last girlfriend dumped him because of you.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault! I didn’t flirt with her or anything.”

“You didn’t have to. She apparently always had a thing for you and thought by dating me, she could get to you. Therefore, we are sending both of you away, Oikawa needs a babysitter for certain things.”

“Fine, I'll go with Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi grumbles as Oikawa squeaks out “rude”.

A week later Iwaizumi finds himself walking through the doors of a brewery’s event room, Oikawa happily bouncing in next to him. Sighing, he follows Oikawa over to the sign table, both of them signing in before finding a spot at tables near each other. Iwaizumi sighs as he takes a sip of the water he grabbed when he walked in. Oikawa looks around and smiles at him.

“I think this will be fun. I don’t know why you’re being such a wet blanket over this.” Oikawa says, rolling his eyes.

“Some people find stuff like this really fun, I however would rather meet someone in a natural setting.”

“Are you saying this is unnatural?”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Sure, this can be fun and all, but I’d rather meet my person just doing normal things in life. Going to the bar, at work, or at the gym.”

“But this is fun and different! We’ve never done this before!”

“Yeah I guess.”

“Try not to scare them with your brutish face and neanderthal brain, please.”

“I will beat the crap out of you right here Shittykawa, don’t test me.”

Huffing Iwaizumi falls back in his chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He taps his fingers against his biceps as he listens to the moderator explain the rules and timing. Finally, the little buzzer goes off for everything to start. Sighing, Iwaizumi sits up and starts talking to the first woman that’s seated at his table. He does his best to stay positive and get to know a little about each woman who is rotated through his table. Just as he expected, they’re all lovely, beautiful women, but there’s no magic moment, no one who instantly piques his interest.

Eventually a break is called and Iwaizumi sees a light at the end of the tunnel. Oikawa disappears with the excuse of running to the restroom, and it all becomes very clear to him. He simply cannot listen to any more useless small chat, or “funny” introductions. He needs to get the fuck out of here before he decides to smash his head into the table. Double-checking that no one is paying attention, he carefully and quickly makes his way to the door. Just as he turns the corner out of the event room he bumps into someone just around the corner.

“Shit, sorry.” He says as he grabs onto the person before they can fall. Once he is sure you won't fall, he looks at you, mouth open to apologize, only to be slightly stunned as he looks at you.

“It’s fine.” You turn to walk away only to find he’s still holding your arm softly. “Um, excuse me, could you let me go? I’m trying to make my escape here.”

“Oh right, sorry. Yeah, I’m doing the same, and we need to go now because everyone is coming back.” Once his hand releases you, the two of you take off down the hall and out of the building before anyone has the chance to see you two. “So why are you running away?”

“Because I hated every moment of that. My friends talked me and another friend into coming. I can honestly say I will never do that again.”

“Ugh I know right. I thought I’d try something different for once and that was very much not my style. Next year I will go to the bar or sit alone at home and drink.”

“I second those plans. That’s what I would have preferred doing today and very much plan on doing next year.”

You laugh quietly and nod at him. “I’m L/n Y/n.” You hold your hand to him. He takes your hand and shakes it. “Iwaizumi Hajime.”

“Well, I should probably get going. It was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, yeah so should I. Nice meeting you as well.”

The two of you part, slowly walking towards your respective cars. Iwaizumi gets to his car first and leans against it for a moment before spinning around and jogging off in the direction he saw you head in. Luckily he catches you just before you get into your car.

“Hey! Uh, this is gonna be weird, but do you want to go get a drink or food, maybe?” Iwaizumi questions, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s just, we have similar ideas about the speeding dating thing, and we would rather spend today doing something else. Which actually ended up being the same thing, so I just thought maybe? You know what, I’m sorry this was a stupid idea. I’ll go now.”

“Wait! It wasn’t stupid. I would like that, a lot, actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Uhm there’s a restaurant down the street that has a bar? We could go there?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll meet you there.” He gives you a wide grin and jogs back to his car.

~~~The present~~~

“And that’s how I met your mother.” Iwaizumi says, smiling at your kids.

Hanamaki walks past carrying a tray of food. ” And you two wouldn’t even exist if your uncle and I hadn’t wanted to get rid of Oikawa for a day.”

“It’s really weird that that’s true.” You state as you kiss Iwaizumi’s cheek. “But because of you two being desperate we’ve been married for ten years.”

“You two really leaned into the valentines anniversaries, it’s gross.” Oikawa grumbles as he plays with your toddler.

“Shut up. We’re happy and that’s all that matters.”

“We are very happy.” You smile and kiss him. “We also never had to do speed dating again.”

“Oh yeah, that was a massive bonus.” Iwaizumi laughs.

[crescentsteel]

Burns

pairing: Suna  x f!reader genre: fluff with slight angst (childhood friends to lovers) wc: 3.8k summary: you planned to confess to Suna on Valentines day. Unfortunately for you, he finds the holiday stupid.

[a/n]

Did this in one sitting, brain went zoom zoom

Not really comfortable writing for Inarizaki for some reason. Suna and Miya twins stans, don’t come for me. 

Thank you @tokyosdawn​, @luvnami​, @fayeiparis​ (my ride or die ily) for the betaread. 

ngl. I almost wrote smut after the fluff 

Happy Valentines Day! 🖤

This is it. This is the day. 

You’re finally going to confess to Suna. 

You have been close friends for so long, and for the whole duration of it, you have tried your utter best to feel only as such. 

You became friends with the rest of the Inarikazi team because you were always present in every game, with you being the loudest person to cheer for Suna leading everyone to pester him until he introduced you to them. Knowing Suna, he wasn’t fazed by his team’s persistent request and never mentioned to you that the team wanted to meet you. 

It had been Atsumu that day who approached you during lunch break saying that Suna asked him to ask you to attend their practice after class. 

You’ve been asking him non-stop if he can come watch them practice but he strictly prohibited you from going to the gym at all, so you were thrilled that he finally let you watch.. only to find him unpleasantly surprised that you were there. 

Apparently, the whole team thought you were dating. As much as you wish you were, you could only agree with Suna when he said you were just a long-time friend. 

But that changes today. Hopefully. 

You already know what confessing to him means, and you’re not ready to lose Suna as a friend in case this doesn’t work out. However, with the  both of you being third years already, it was now or never. You keep asking him what his plans after graduation are and he’s infuriatingly very consistent with his answer - a shrug and an apathetic ‘dunno.’

While you’re not ready to lose your friendship, you’re probably going to after high school — which is why you spent almost all of your allowance to buy ingredients to make homemade chocolate. It’s not actually that it’s expensive — you wasted so much ingredients making them that you ended up having enough for only three pieces. 

But you’re satisfied because they were of three different designs. Three cute fox-shaped chocolates of different colors. They weren’t perfect but you tailored them according to Suna’s taste - just mildly sweet so he can actually enjoy it.

You smile into the February air. 

You really aren’t sure about his feelings for you, but you know that you’re special to him. 

You’re his only female friend and despite his aloofness, he actually spends time with you outside of school. It was you who he spent New Year’s with. He celebrates your birthday even if you know he’s not really into that kind of stuff. He walks you home when you stay late from club activities. 

Being his friend since elementary school, you know he’s not the kind of guy to be nice to someone just for the sake of being nice. 

So instead of dreading for your confession, you’re actually excited. 

On your way to your first class, the chaotic twins block your path with a mischievous grin from both of them, except Atsumu’s way too obvious and upfront about it. 

“So, y/n. Anything for me?” Atsumu asks as he cocks an eyebrow at you. 

“Why would she give you any, idiot?” Osamu glares at Atsumu before turning to you with a smirk that makes you wary for some reason. “When she’s obviously giving them to Suna,” he adds.

You try to not look affected at his spot-on statement, but shit, you can already feel your heartbeat just a bit faster. Are you that obvious?

“Don’t you have hoards of shit from other girls? Why the hell are you ganging up on me?” you ask instead of answering Osamu’s speculation. 

“I want to show them to Suna during practice. His pretty little childhood friend givin’ me homemade chocolates,” Atsumu teases animatedly. 

Your eyes widen from what he said. “Wait, how did you know they were homemade?” 

The two give each other meaningful looks before Osamu leans down a bit on you. “So there really are chocolates, huh?”

You go rigid when you realize you’ve exposed yourself to these two. Shit, they’re going to tease you non-stop about this. Worse, they might tell Suna before you even get the chance to do it yourself. 

“Those are some burns on your hands, y/n. Have you treated those properly?” Atsumu eyes your hand that accidentally touched the hot pan yesterday. You tug the sleeves of your uniform lower to cover the purple-pinkish marks. 

“I’m going to be late for class, bye,” you abruptly bid goodbye and hurriedly escape from the two. God knows what else they’ll get from you if you stay longer. 

--

You erase your encounter with the twins from this morning. You can’t buckle down now. You worked hard for this day, both in body and in spirit. You’ve already had more than a fair share of doubts and second thoughts up until last night when you successfully pushed any cynicism away. 

You won’t back down, especially when Suna is just a seat away from you now. 

“Got any chocolates yet?” You prod at the topic as you put away your used cutleries. 

“Yea,” he answers lazily. “It’s so dumb.”

“What is?” you ask with a frown.

“Valentines,” he deadpans.  “Atsumu’s gonna get a fucking diabetes from the amount of chocolates he took from me because I was about to throw them away.”

You try to not let it get to you and breathe steadily to strengthen your resolve. You’re special to Suna. Surely, he won’t treat yours like that.

“What’s more idiotic is confessing this day,” he rambles on. “If a person really likes someone, why wait for Valentines to say it?” He asks rhetorically while putting away his own finished lunch. 

You feel your stomach lurch, like riding down a rollercoaster at full speed unexpectedly. You try your best to mold your face into an impassive expression to not give anything away.

On the inside though, you’re a mess. Your head feels too loud and the air feels too heavy. You want to close your eyes and disappear.

Then he looks at you. “What about you? Did you give chocolates to anyone?”

You vaguely hear his question. You feel like you’re in a bubble and every sound is muffled -- your classmates chattering, the chairs scraping against the floor, the laughter all around you feels distant.

You planned to give him the chocolates you worked so hard on, but definitely not anymore. He hit two things right (Or wrong? Who knows anymore.) on the marks and right now, you do feel idiotic for trying so hard. 

You should’ve known better. Of course, he’d find it stupid! He’s never the person to be all excited with events like this. What were you even thinking, spending all that money and effort when he obviously thinks the whole thing is a farce?

Did you really think this was going to go well? That he’d accept your chocolates and everything would be fine and you would go on as friends? In hindsight, there is never going to be a way out of this where you win. It is a stupid idea, and you’re stupid for even thinking about it.

‘Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb,’ you chant in your head. 

“Y/n?”

You flinch and find him staring at you, waiting for your answer. His golden eyes are studying your face carefully. You think you see a little bit of concern there but you brush it off.

“Oh no,” you laugh hesitantly. “No way I’d waste my time on some boy on the very rare chance that he actually likes me back, pfft.” Your laugh turns ironic and bitter. “Like you said, it’s just a dumb holiday,” you respond with a forced smile.

“Anyways, I have to go back now. Later, Rin.” You quickly stand up and head to a comfort room because you feel like shit and you need to cry it out before your classes start again, else you’d be tearing up during lecture.

“Wait.” He grips your hand firmly, adding salt to the injury as you wince when he presses the burn you got from yesterday.

“Ow!”

He’s startled by your sudden reaction, but doesn’t say anything. 

He loosens his hold and moves his grip to your wrist as he pushes up the sleeve of your uniform, revealing the burn on your hand along with small others on your arm. 

“What happened to you?” he asks with muted concern while his eyes are trained on your arm, fingers gently skimming over the burns.

You aggressively retrieve your arm and pull your sleeve back down while you come up with a lie, “Oka-san needed help in the kitchen yesterday.”

He furrows his eyebrows with suspicion. “Why? Everyone knows you’re useless in the kitchen.”

Yeah, but you wanted to do something for him, and the burns would have been worth it if he at least accepted the chocolates you worked so hard on. 

“Honestly, I don’t even know.” You try to laugh it off, but you’re losing it already, so you just give him a quick wave with whatever smile you can muster and saunter away from him. 

After a pathetic sobbing session in one of the cubicles, you make your way back to your classroom looking as normal as you possibly can. 

Thank goodness it’s Valentines. You’re not the only girl with eyes puffy from rejection. 

“Hey.” You feel a hand on your shoulder and solely from his voice, you can tell it’s Osamu. “You okay?” 

Maybe it would’ve been better if you had fallen for Osamu instead. Despite being always teased by him and Atsumu, he’s actually a nice likeable guy. Unlike Suna. 

God, why did it have to be Suna Rintarou?

“Come with me,” you say without looking at Osamu and drag him with you back to your classroom. 

“Uhh, okay.” He sounds unsure but he goes with you anyway. 

You ask him to wait for you just by the doorway of your classroom and grab the stupid box of chocolates you made from your bag. 

You practically shove it to him when you get back to where he is. “Happy Valentines, ‘Samu,” you greet with a dead expression. 

Osamu gapes at you then at the box in hand, an expression of disbelief spreading across his face. 

“Weren’t you asking for chocolates this morning?” 

“That was ‘Tsumu. Also,” he looks closely at the box. “It says ‘Rin.’

You immediately rip out the wrapper where you wrote Suna’s nickname and tuck the crumpled paper in your pocket.

“There. It doesn’t anymore,” you announce passively.

Osamu scratches his head with discomfort. “I can’t accept this, y/n. I can give it to Suna if you want,” he offers kindly.

“Miya Osamu. Either you accept it or I’m throwing it away right now.” Your voice is dead serious and so are you. If Osamu won’t accept it, it’s going to the trash where Suna would’ve tossed it in as well. 

“Okay, okay!” He surrenders with panic and opens the box slowly. 

“Holy sh-,” he clears his throat. “I mean, wow. These are so cute, the cutest I’ve received today,” he comments appreciatively before returning his gaze at you. “You sure about this, y/n?”

You nod, more convinced now that you saw his reactions towards it. “Yeah. I figured I’d want to give them to someone who’s going to actually like them.”

The soft ring of the bell alerts you that your next class is about to start. 

“Thanks Osamu,” you utter with a grateful smile before sauntering back to your classroom. 

--

“Oy ‘Samu, why are these chocolates so cute? How the hell can I eat these?” Tsumu whines.

“You shithead, those are mine!” Osamu rushes to where his twin and grabs the box protectively.

Suna just watches the two and silently waits for another fight to erupt.

“You’d just taste them and give them to me anyways. What’s the deal?” Atsumu asks with a frown.

“If you must know, ‘Tsumu. Y/n gave this to me,” Osamu announces with a condescending grin as Astumu gawks at him in disbelief. “No fucking way, you stinking liar,” Atsumu retorts.

Suna looks at the tiny box Osamu is holding and agrees with Atsumu. There is no way you’d give those to Osamu. You said so yourself this morning.

‘No way I’d waste my time on some boy on the very rare chance that he actually likes me back.’

Did you lie to him and made some for Osamu? Do you like Osamu?

Suna’s mind wanders back to the burns on your hand and arms and how your mom ‘supposedly’ asked you to help out in the kitchen. He knows something is off. You’re never asked to help out with anything that involves cooking, so why did you lie about it?

So what is going on? There’s just no way in hell you like Osamu. Not once have you mentioned liking his teammate enough for you to  venture into the ‘horrors of the kitchen’ (as you put it). And more importantly, why Osamu?

It is true that Suna doesn’t give a shit whether or not  he gets a mountain load of chocolates on this superficial holiday. He’s not eating them. 

However, he’d make an exception only if they come from you. He wouldn’t mind if they’re just store-bought ones as long as they’re from you. 

So why the fuck would you go to the troubles of making them for Osamu and not him? You can’t possibly like Osamu. He won’t allow it.

He marches to where the twins are and turns to Osamu. “Did y/n really give you that?”

Both the twins face him and while Osamu looks pensive, Atsumu wears a shit-eating grin. “Aww, Suna. Are you jealous that your beloved y/n gave us chocolates?”

“‘Tsumu, shut up for the love of God. And she didn’t give it to us. She gave it to me.” Osamu pulls the box closer to him possessively which ticks Suna off even more. 

“Did she say why?” Suna tries to sound calm despite the stupid jealousy bubbling up the pit of his stomach. 

“Obviously because-” Atsumu starts, but Osamu grabs his twin’s face with one hand to halt his babbling as he sighs to face Suna. 

“Actually, the box had your name in it,” Osamu admits. “She just ripped it out and said she’d rather give it to someone who’ll appreciate it.”

“-mmmmff Samu!” Atsumu successfully removes Osamu’s hand. “You shouldn’t have told him that! Do you realize that y/n didn’t want him to know?”

“Duh! Of course, I know. But I really can’t accept chocolates that’re supposed to be for another guy,” Osamu sighs before handing Suna the box. 

He opens it and sees the fuss Tsumu was making about it. They really are cute and are obviously made with care and precision. If someone else had told him that you made these, he wouldn’t have believed them.

But there’s something about the chocolates that he can’t ignore. 

“Why are there bites on the two pieces?” He asks as he lifts his gaze up from the chocolates. 

Atsumu puts his hands behind his head and starts whistling as he avoids Suna’s gaze while Osamu smiles apologetically. 

“Sorry, I wanted to see if they taste as good as they look,” Osamu confesses. As for Atsumu, Suna can already tell that the piss-haired setter just couldn’t help himself despite receiving so many already.

“They’re a bit bland, Suna. Tell y/n she needs to improve her baking skills,” Atsumu comments shamelessly which makes Suna scowl at Atsumu’s ungrateful ass. The fact that you made something look edible is already something commendable.

“They’re okay. Just needs a bit more sweetness,” Osamu backs his twin up.

He brings the remaining chocolate that’s still untouched to his mouth.

“What are you two talking about? It tastes perfectly fine,” he states truthfully. It’s just the right amount of sweetness that he’s able to finish it despite not really being a fan of chocolates. 

Osamu laughs softly before speaking. “She really did make them for you, Suna.”

--

That night, you toss and turn in your bed while trying to keep your focus on the movie you played. As entertaining as it is, you can’t fully enjoy it with constantly wanting to smash your head against the wall of your room.

For a good while, you really thought everything would go smoothly and that by the end of today, you and Suna would be more than just friends. 

Maybe today is a sign that you shouldn’t push it anymore. Suna said so himself: if someone likes a person, they don’t need the holiday to confess.

So why hasn’t he?

The answer is clear as day and you wish you were blind to see it, but you aren’t. 

There had been too many chances for you two to move your relationship forward, but not once had he shown a sign that he wanted to. 

He doesn’t like you like that. It’s just you and your delusional head. He doesn’t love you the way you love him. Even with the cute, romantic scene playing before you, you start tearing up. 

You grab one of your pillows and bury your face in it, effectively silencing the sob and stopping the tears that are coming as you remember your folly attempt to confess today. 

You should’ve been satisfied with the comfort of your friendship. If you hadn’t been so greedy, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt like this. 

You hear a text alert from your phone. You open it and see a text from the source of your misery.

‘Come out’

You don’t want to. Tomorrow you can be back to normal around him, but not tonight.

You hurriedly respond with a lie.

‘Went out zzz’

You throw your phone somewhere on your bed and lie down with your pillow still squeezed between your arms while you space out at nothing.

Your thirst brings you back to your senses so you stand up and get to the kitchen. When you come back to your room, you almost scream when you see Suna sitting slouching on your bed. 

“What the heck, Rin?! How did you get here?” 

“Your mother let me in. Why are you even asking obvious questions?”

You massage your temples as you plan to tell your mom later not to just let anyone in your room even though it’s someone she knows. You might be childhood friends but you’re no longer kids. He can’t just pop in and out of your room anymore like he used to.

“Why are you even here? I said I was out.”

“Your lights are open, dumbass,” he answers, to which you respond with a sigh.

“Didn’t it occur to you that I don’t want to see you?” 

He stands up from your bed and although his expression doesn’t change, you feel alarmed from how he’s towering over you without saying anything.

“W-what?” Your stutter betrays your attempt to sound fine.

“Why the fuck would you give Osamu chocolates that are supposed to be mine?” 

You gawk at him. He isn’t supposed to know that. That bastard, Osamu! You don’t have a prepared excuse for this kind of confrontation. 

“What’s it to you even? You would’ve thrown them away anyways,” you snap back with an accusatory tone.

“Not if they’re from you,” he discloses as his usually austere eyes soften up, holding your gaze. You feel like you’re about to melt.

You feel your heart beat wildly against your chest. Not long ago you had said that you didn’t want to see him, but now that he’s here, you don’t feel like moving. You don’t feel like going anywhere. Everything could be on fire around you but you’d still stay by his side.

But… this is not right. Did you already know? He doesn’t love you back.

You try to turn away to hide the gnawing pain in your chest, but he’s faster. He grabs your arm to pull you closer. When he dips down to claim your lips while his arms snake around your waist, you melt within his hold. 

His lips are so warm and uncharacteristically tender as he moves them intricately against yours, causing you to place both hands against his chest to feel him even more, to feel that he is real and not just a dream induced by how badly you yearn for him.

He pulls away a bit and finds a bewildered look on your face that just makes you look adorable. There had been many times when he thought about doing this, especially whenever you’re staring into nothingness with parted lips as if coaxing him to fuck everything else and just cross the boundary of your platonic relationship.

But to be honest, he didn’t like the complications of being in a romantic relationship with you when you already have this comfortable friendship. At the end of the day, he knows you have him and he has you. 

Yet, he absolutely despises the idea that you might have liked someone else. He’s never felt any resentment towards his teammates, not even to Astsumu who’s a fucking handful most of the time.

Only today.

Only when he saw that box of chocolates in Osamu’s hands that he realized that he didn’t want to share you with anyone.

It was selfish of him, wanting to keep you to himself but not really doing anything to actually make it happen.

That changes tonight. 

He removes one hand from your waist to hold your hand that’s resting on his chest.

“I love you, y/n.”

You blink twice at him, evidently surprised with his confession, but immediately recover when you look down and giggle softly. 

When you look back at him again, your eyes are a mixture of content and mirth. “I thought you said it’s idiotic to confess on Valentines Day,” you remind him with a wide smile.

His loving stare becomes a cold glare when you point out what he had said this morning. He didn’t plan to do it today. He just couldn’t wait until tomorrow, thereby forgetting that he had actually told you that. Although, he still believes people shouldn’t wait for the holiday to confess, it just so happened that today is when he decided to do it.

“Fine. I take it back,” he says out of petty spite.

“I’m kidding!” you respond defensively before intertwining his fingers with yours. “Actually, I was about to confess earlier, but you said the stuff about Valentines being dumb.”

“It still is,” he says, undeterred. In his defense, he really hadn’t been expecting you would. 

“Right. Yet, here we are,” you state as a matter of fact as you grip his hand tighter.

“Can you answer the damn confession already?” he asks exasperatedly which makes you laugh out loud. 

You settle down with an affectionate smile. “Yes, Rin. I love you too.”

He loses his stern expression as he takes your hand to his mouth and kisses it, rubbing the minor burn with his thumb, a reminder that he does appreciate what you did for him. 

“Happy Valentines, I guess,” he says before he goes for your lips again.

mlist of other stuff I wrote

taglist (those crossed out can’t be tagged)

@ameliaxo @suikrem @akaashisslave @tsumurai  @babythotshq @loving-unicorns106 @flairlust @geektastic84​ @anaiss97 @hqbeesun @megatron-1199 @lovershaikyuu

[number1jeonginstan]

A/N: Based on this request, but I made it so raunchy!! It started off fluffy, but I decided to use this as my surprise for Valentine's Day Collab because I was going to ask what y'all wanted from OT8, but there was already an ask in my inbox sooooo.... Hope y'all enjoy it, if you don't I'm gonna cry because this took so much brain power!

I'm reposting this because someone flagged my work... (This goes into the whole thing that I don't own skz, nor do I write for their personalities, I use them as face claims and if you don't like my work, just don't read it, that's why I have the whole "Keep Reading" and content warnings, I enjoy writing my work and if you don't like it, don't interact! )

WC: 4.4k (almost 3k of straight smut...)

Pairing: OT8 x 9th member afab!reader

cw: cumming inside, unprotected sex, daddy kink, OT8, some fluff in the beginning, thigh job, cock riding, a bit (mxm (just slightly suggests to it, nothing bad!)), sub jisung and lix, literally straight porn and a bit of fluff, (reader is called baby, bunny, kitten, puppy, good girl)

You were seriously trying, but the entire kitchen smelled like smoke. Everything was splayed across the kitchen counter. 

You were in your shared dorm with Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Felix. They were coming back from the gym with the rest of the boys for your monthly movie night. 

The next comeback was soon, and you and the boys were working hard. Since the nine of you guys were constantly rehearsing the dances, spending hours in the studio, and perfecting the vocals for all the tracks, you wanted to do something special for them. 

You planned on making food you knew they all enjoyed, jjajangmyeon, but somehow you ended up burning the meat and the onions. You had only looked away for a minute (more like 10) because you got distracted by a video Minho had sent of the cats. 

Just as smoke began to fill the kitchen, the boys appeared, watching your coughing fit while you tried to open the windows. 

Felix stood there in shock. His mouth was agape before Minho came running in, trying to clean the mess you made before the burnt food stuck to the pan. 

“Suprise!” 

You looked at them with a weary face, ready to see their disappointed looks, only to be laughed at by Jisung and scooped up by Chan who took you to the couch, you sitting in his lap while the rest of the boys trailed behind. 

“What were you trying to do sweetheart?” he asked, a look of curiosity on his face, not disappointment like you had expected. “I wanted to make you guys dinner for working so hard” you mumbled, causing Changbin to coo behind you. 

“I’ll still eat it, as long as it’s made from you!” Felix had started, sitting down next to you and Chan, kissing your cheek. 

“Yeah, me personally, I’m not trying to get food poisoning, but I still love you,” Seungmin said, sitting on the beanbag chair in the middle of the living room, phone still in hand. 

“Why don’t we just order whatever you were making, less stress for you, okay?” Jeongin announced, opening the food delivery service app on his phone while the rest of the boys nodded, trying to decipher the burnt food that Minho was cleaning to figure out what they were supposed to be eating for dinner. 

“I tried making jjajangmyeon because I knew you guys liked it” you sighed, falling back face-first into Chan’s chest. Minho let out a slight chuckle, eliciting a groan from your lips and a whole rant about how you just wanted to do something nice before the next comeback. 

“It’s okay baby” Hyunjin soothed your back before finding his seat and turning on the TV. “Why don’t we just eat and watch some TV and forget about that entire mess?” Jisung grinned, trying to turn on the new anime he was trying to make the entire group watch, which elicited a sigh from both Binnie’s and Lix’s lips. 

“Jisung, you are just trying to use this as an excuse to watch that weird ass shit you’ve been going on and on about” Changbin groaned, hugging the throw pillow close to his body. 

“Maybe?” he grinned, causing Bin to throw the pillow at his face, which instilled Minho to throw one back. 

“Look at what I started” you whined, looking at Jeongin who was finishing up ordering all the food. “How about this, why doesn’t our baby” Chan giggled, pinching your cheeks, “pick the movie because she at least to try and make dinner” 

“Hey! I don’t get this kind of appreciation when I make a meal that isn’t chicken breast” Minho whined, causing Chan to throw a pillow at his face. 

“You didn’t burn the food and then act cute as an apology” Seungmin retaliated, sticking out his tongue. 

“I can act cute!” Minho replied, trying to do the best cute face he could muster, which caused everyone, including you, to look at him with utter disgust. 

“If you get to choose the movie, could you please never do that again?” you whined, “you have a deal!” he grinned back. 

As the movie began to play the nine of you gathered around the table, eating the food that was delivered as Minho and Jisung fought over whether you guys should watch Ponyo or Howl’s Moving Castle. In the end, you all decided to watch Kiki’s Delivery Service, which caused a temper tantrum from Jisung. 

“Howl’s Moving Castle was the best Studio Ghibli movie” he whined, which caused Changbin to groan out loud. 

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m making you hit legs tomorrow” which prompted Han to shut his mouth, only opening it to stuff it full of food, his cheeks swelling at each bite. 

“You are so cute” you cooed, pinching his cheeks, causing Jeongin to glare at you. “And I’m not?” he whined. You were the only one, other than Felix who was allowed to touch him. 

He clings to you whenever he is bored, exactly like he is doing now. You were sitting on the floor, back to the couch, his head lying in your lap as you played with his hair. Chan was throwing away all the empty containers, as the rest of you intently watched the movie. 

“Of course you are Innie” you giggled, kissing his lips, “you are the cutest!” 

With a content smile, he returned to a low hum as you brushed your hand through his hair. “So cute” you muttered, causing Jisung to crawl next to you, laying his head on your thigh, puckering his lips for a kiss too. 

You just giggled, placing a chaste one on his lips as he hummed with a content sigh, grabbing your hair and placing it on his head for you to play with. 

You just chuckled, stroking both his and Innie’s hair as the movie played in the background. As you played with the two boys, you slowly felt lips trailing along your neck, Minho spaying wet kisses causing you to squirm. 

“Stop that” you whined as Minho giggled in your ear, Seungmin looking up from his phone at your plead, a smirk ridden on his face. “But I thought you wanted to help us relax puppy, unless you don’t want that anymore?” 

He slowly got up from his seat, pushing the table being used mere minutes ago out of his way. Jeongin and Jisung were still in your lap, content with the way everything was playing out, eyes on Seungmin as he walked over to you, capturing your lips with his own. 

“Good kitten” Minho whispered in your ear as Seungmin licked your lips, opening them up so he could slowly push his tongue inside. Jisung and Jeongin slowly moved out of the way, watching as Minho began to attack your neck once again, leaving bites as Minnie’s lips molded with yours. 

“What’s going on?” Chan declared, coming back from recycling all the plastic bowls. Seungmin ripped his mouth away from yours, a string of saliva still attached to your mouths. “She said she wanted to help us relax, so that’s exactly what we are doing” 

He slowly got up from his place in front of you, walked over to Chan, ran his arms against his back, and slowly whispered into his ear. “Aren’t you tired of being pent up” 

Chan shuddered, his eyes glued to you as Felix slowly crawled up to you, nibbling at the top of your breasts through your tanktop, slowly trying to pull the straps down to get better access to them. 

“No fair” Jisung whined, attacking your other breast, causing you to let out a whimper. “She likes it” Hyunjin whispered out loud to no one but himself. 

“Oldest to youngest per usual?” Felix whispered, his mouth coming off your right nipple, replacing it with his hand to still stimulate it. 

“Other way around this time” Chan groaned, taking a seat, “I want to watch this time” 

The rest just nodded as Jeongin got up from his position on the floor, taking sight of your already relaxed body as he pulled down your little pochacco shorts that Seungmin had gifted you, your tank top already halfway pulled down due to Felix’s antics. 

“Fuck, this pussy is soaked hyung” Jeongin grinned, his eyes focusing on your cunt through your underwear. There was already a wet patch from being teased by Minho and Lix just moments prior. 

“Let’s stretch you out, okay baby?” he whispered licking a fat stripe along your clothed pussy lips before playing with the hem of your underwear, pulling them down. You splayed your legs out a bit, allowing the rest of the boys to look directly at your cunt. 

Changbin groaned, pleading to switch with Jeongin, but nothing came out of it. Jeongin dove straight first into your cunt, sucking at your clit first, your hands running through his hair as you pushed his face closer into you. 

“Looking at our girl being so greedy” Hyunjin moaned, taking his cock out of his sweatpants, and stroking it as Felix watched in awe at the way your head was thrown back, lips parted. 

“Fuck” you whined as Jeongin sucked at your clit particularly harshly, slowly bringing his fingers to your wet slit, gathering your wetness on his finger. 

“Such a tight little cunt” Jeongin moaned into your pussy, the vibration causing you to press his face harder into you as he lapped into your hole, his nose hitting your clit. “Innie” you whined as you grinded your face into him. 

“Minnie come here” you whined, using your fingers to beckon him over, “need you in my mouth” you begged. 

“Move to the floor now,” Seungmin growled, causing both you and Jeongin to shift to the ground in a matter of seconds. 

You were thankful for the carpet under your body, or else your body would be dealing with bruising which was not allowed, especially with the comeback so close by.

You were on your hands and knees as Seungmin laid back on the couch, allowing you access to his lap, your hands pawing at it, trying to pull his joggers down as Jeongin went back to working at your cunt. 

One of his large hands spread out your folds, allowing him full access to your cunt as he pushed a finger inside of you, causing you to moan. 

“She’s so fucking wet” Minho groaned, palming Jisung’s already hard cock. “She tastes so good” Jeongin replied as you pulled down Seungmin’s joggers, watching the way his cock hit his stomach in awe. 

Jeongin slowly added another finger, scissoring them inside of your cunt, preparing you to take his and the other boy’s cocks. 

“Fuck baby” he groaned, stroking the back of your head as you took the tip of his cock in your mouth, licking the slit on his head, capturing all the leaking pre-cum in your mouth. 

“I need to fuck you” Jeongin groaned from behind you, warning you before he removed his clothes, positioning his cock to your slit, running his tip along your folds before spitting straight into your pussy for extra lubrication. 

You whined into Seumgnin’s cock as Jeongin pressed the tip of his cock inside of you. “Fuck look at how you are stretching her” Chan spoke, his hand rubbing his jaw as he watched you take Seungmin’s cock in your mouth and Jeongin’s cock in your pulsing cunt. 

“Do you even think her little pussy could take my cock?” Jeongin grinned, his huge hands grabbing your ass, pulling you back onto his cock, forcing you to take more of him. 

“Puppy, you have to pay attention to me” Seungmin whispered, bending down to speak directly into your ear “Unless you don’t want to cum in you” he grinned. 

“No, please” you moaned around his cock, wanting to taste him as Jeongin’s long cock slowly rutted inside of you, he was still pushing it inside of you inch by inch while the boys around you were all trying to get themselves off a little bit to release the pressure building inside of them.

“Fuck take my cock” Seungmin and Jeongin groaned in unison as you deepthroated Min’s dick Jeongin began thrusting into you, you pushing yourself back to fuck yourself harder on his cock. 

“Fuck, there we go, such a good little puppy” Seungmin threw his head back, his hand tangled in your hair as he forced your head up and down your cock. “Fuck Min, she’s taking your cock so well” Jeongin moaned from behind you, his thrusts getting more and more sporadic, indicating that he was going to cum.

“Pussy is taking me so well nghh” he whined, his cock stilling inside of you as he covered your walls with his cum. He slowly pulled out of you, watching in awe how his cum trickled out of your pussy and down your thighs. 

Seungmin on the other hand didn’t stop, your tongue running on the underside of his cock as you took more and more of him, your nose pressed into his pubic bone as he lifted his hips slightly to fuck into you. 

“Fuck puppy, there we go, taking my cock so well. Look at it hyungs” he grinned as the rest of the boys watched your cunt clench around nothing as Seungmin stroked the back of your head, his moans getting louder and louder, he was seconds away from cumming. 

“Such a tight, ngh, wet little mouth” he moaned, shooting his load down your throat, causing you to cough as he removed your mouth from his cock. 

You swallowed every drop, showing him your empty mouth. “Good little puppy, taking what she’s given” he grinned, kissing your lips before slowly getting up, allowing the rest of the boys to have a turn with you. 

“Come here Sungie” you whimpered, using your finger to make a forward motion, telling him to come towards you. He nodded, his eyes going wide as he stripped himself of his clothes clumsily coming towards you.

 “It’s my turn” Felix whined, taking off his shirt, showing his toned stomach. “I know baby” you giggled, turning around and crawling towards Lix. 

“You can be a good boy for me and share can’t you?” you giggled, kissing up his abs to his nipples, lapping at it like he had done to you before. 

“Yes, can be a good boy for you” he whined as you just giggled. “Then, I want to try something new, the two of you come here”

The rest of the boys looked at you curiously, they had never seen this side of you. The only time you dommed was with your two boys. 

“Lay down for me Sungie, you can do that for me can’t you?” you grinned, kissing his lips as Felix came behind you, whimpering into your neck as you took his cock in your hands, his boxers and shorts splayed god knows where. You slowly stroked Lix as Jisung laid down in front of you, his cock hanging slightly to the left, his tip red and leaking.

He looked delicious like this, all splayed out for you and you couldn’t get enough. You slowly bent down, kissing his thighs, leaving wet kisses up them as you reached his v-line, your tongue running along it causing him to twitch underneath you.  

“Be a good boy and take it Sungie, you don’t want to upset me do you?” you asked, cocking your head to the side as he just whimpered underneath you. Felix was behind you, trying his hardest not to cum at the sight of you licking Han’s cock, your pussy on full display for him. 

“Want to be a good boy for you too” he whined from behind you. He slowly released Jisung’s cock from your mouth, tsking. “Can’t even wait your turn” You turned your head back, looking at him. His eyelids fluttering, his cock’s head the reddest you’ve ever seen him. 

“Oh, my poor baby just needs to get fucked, doesn’t he?” you grinned as he whined a yes. “Come here, come fuck my pussy” you shook your ass slightly in attempts to entice him. 

He nodded, coming behind you and slowly inserting his cock inside of you. “Feels so good” he whined, Jisung rutting his hips into the air underneath you, jealous of how Lix was fucking you even though he was right underneath you. 

“Baby, fuck Lix, Sungie don’t worry, let’s, oh fuck Lix hitting so deep inside of me, try that thing you were dying to try-ngh” you moaned as Felix fucked into you like a dog in heat. But with your statement, Jisung’s ears perked up. 

He had been dying to fuck your thighs, and with the opportunity right in front of him, he didn’t waste any time. You laid yourself on top of him, him welcoming your weight as Felix’s pace slowed down slightly. 

“Good boy” you whimpered “didn’t even have to tell you, might give you a reward after this” you giggled, running your hands along Lix’s abs. “Am I a good boy too?” Jisung whined, his cock lodged in between your thighs.  

Jisung began to move and so did Felix, they found a pace that worked for them, Jisung’s cock leaking all over your thighs as well as protruding through them and onto Lix. The extra stimulation caused him to groan as you kissed his lips, your mouth entangled with his. 

“My two good boys, fucking me so well” you moaned, your high feeling close. You couldn’t rip your mouth away from Jisung’s, the way he kissed you was like a man starved, and behind you, Lixie’s groans made it even worse. 

You knew the two of them were close by the way they were fucking into you faster and faster, hoping to reach their highs. 

“Gonna cum” Lix screamed from behind you, it wasn’t until Jisung’s cock rubbed your clit as he fucked your thighs that you saw stars, your walls clenching Felix’s cock so tight that he hunched over, cumming in you. Your thighs tightened around Jisung’s cock causing him to cum mere seconds after, covering your thighs in his salty release. 

Felix slowly pulled away from you as your hand reached behind you, scooping up cum from your pussy and thigh, swirling them around before putting it in your mouth. “Fuck, so good for me, my good little boys,” you giggled, slowly getting up from Jisung, his body still shaking slightly underneath you. 

“Who’s next?” you giggled, Hyunjin looking at you in awe, his eyes filled with lust. “Jinnie, can you please come here.” 

He followed blindly, you knew exactly how he wanted you, missionary. It was Jinnie’s favorite position because he loved to look in your eyes and see every facial expression that rid your face.

“My pretty little girl” he whispered, kissing your mouth as he laid you down on the couch, taking sight of your cunt clenching around nothing. 

“So cute, such a pretty little doll all for me” he whined, running the tip along your folds, it hitting your clit perfectly, causing you to jolt ever so slightly. “Is my baby sensitive, want me to go a bit slower?” he asked, pushing your hair out of your face only to kiss your lips. 

“Yes please” you squirmed underneath him as he slowly inserted his cock into you, your eyes rolling back at the length. 

“She didn’t do that for me” Jeongin whined somewhere in the sex-smell-ridden room. You heard a quick smack and a quick “Hey!” escape his lips, but you couldn’t even care to look at who did it, too enthralled in the way Hyunjin’s cock was filling you up. 

“So tight, just for me,” he moaned, slowly thrusting his cock into you as he played with your hardened, neglected nipples. “So pretty,” he whimpered as your cock squeezed him down. 

“Can you please play with my clit” you whined, feeling close to your high. “Anything for you pretty girl”

He slowly pulled his hand down to your cunt, rubbing your clit in a figure-eight motion. The moans that escaped your lips caused the rest of the boys to groan, watching your face contort at every thrust. 

“I can feel you, baby,” he said, feeling the way your walls were clamping his cock. “Cum for me baby, cum on my cock and take my cum” he said, kissing your shoulder.

“Please Jinnie, too much can’t take it anymore” you whimpered underneath him, but that didn’t stop him. He needed to cum, he needed to mark you as his. “Fuck baby, you can take it, just a little more there we go” 

He came with a moan, filling you up with cum and making you squirm underneath him. He kissed your lips before falling next to you, pushing the hair out of your face. “My perfect little good girl” he chuckled, removing his softening cock from your core. 

“You tired?” Minho asked, coming towards you, and kissing your lips. Changbin followed right behind, taking you into his lap. 

“Only three more bunny” he grinned, the cum Hyunjin had just fucked into you leaking all over his thighs. The only thing he was wearing were his boxers, which he was ready to pull off at any second. 

“You think you could ride me, baby?” Changbin asked, rubbing your cunt against his thigh, causing your body to shake ever so slightly at the stimulation. He pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric. 

You situated yourself over his cock, the tip slowly inserting into your weeping cunt while Minho watched the two of you, languidly stroking cock behind your back.

“Fuck baby, look at you taking my cock so well” he groaned. The rest of the boys went into their respective rooms to clean up, and get the bathtub ready for you, knowing it wouldn’t be long before all the boys had their turns. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that Felix had just come out of the shower, his hair still wet and dripping down his toned chest. “She’s still going at it?” he asked, taking a sip of water as he watched you ride Bin’s cock. 

Your tits were bouncing in front of Bin’s face, his large hands cupping them as he sucked on your neck. 

Han had also re-entered the room, wearing one of Minho’s hoodies and the glasses that he always left in his room. “You aren’t fucking her?” he asked, walking up to Minho, wrapping his arms around his torso, his neck placed on his shoulder. 

“Nah, I’m gonna let those two have their fun, just want to see her covered with my cum” he replied, a cat-like smirk splayed on his face. “I’ll have my fun with you later” he whispered into Sungie’s ear, kissing it as he went back to watching your ass jump up and down. 

“Fuck Bunny” Changbin groaned, throwing his head back. As your pace slowed down slightly, he began to thrust his hips up into you, not knowing how long either of you would last, he wanted to make the most of it. 

He grabbed your hips, placing his legs flat on the ground, thrusting straight into you, your head thrown back, hitting Minho’s chest, his chuckle vibrating against your body. 

“Like it kitten?” he asked as Binnie’s thrust got faster and harder. “Yes,” you whimpered. “Going to cum” you whined the stretch of Bin’s cock being too much and the way Minho’s cock was pressed against your back, pre-cum rubbing against it, you came, your cunt squeezing in Bin’s cock so tight that he bit down on your shoulder, cumming one of the heaviest loads he had ever came. 

“My bunny’s cunt is too good” he whimpered, slowly pulling you off his cock, Minho not far behind, grabbing your face so he could cum down your throat, watching the sticky creamy liquid coat your lips. 

“Thank you kitten” he grinned, pulling his sweats back on, leaving you and Binnie be. 

Binnie was still recuperating as Chan pulled you off his legs, throwing you over his shoulder as he took you to your room, needing to fuck you on your bed. 

He yelled a quick “Don’t bother us” to the rest of the boys which half didn’t hear. He slowly placed you onto your bed, “My poor baby, taking all the boys, can you be a good girl and take Daddy’s cock too?” he whispered into your ear, kissing your neck, slowly moving down to your breasts. 

“Can take it, can be a good girl for Daddy too!” you whined, opening your legs slightly to show him your cunt. 

“Fuck, my good little girl” 

“Fuck baby, you like that? Do you need daddy to fuck you til you forget your own name even after all the boys fucked you?” you just moaned, he was fucking you so good your tongue was loling out to the side. 

“Come on baby, answer daddy. Do you like my cock fucking into you like the little slut you are?” “Yes Daddy, so good Daddy, I’m gonna cum” you said as he began circling your clit simultaneously. You couldn’t control yourself, he was pounding into you so well.

 “Fuck baby, be a good girl and cum for me, cum on Daddy’s cock okay. You can do that for Daddy right baby?” you just nodded, your walls squeezing him tighter as he started thrusting inside of you harder. 

“Will be a good girl for daddy, gonna cum on his cock” you hiccuped as you finally felt that strand in your stomach snap. You were cumming all over his cock as he continued to rut inside of you. 

“Where do you want me to cum baby? Where do you want Daddy to cum?” “Inside of me please” you whimpered and he started pounding into you. “Fuck, want daddy’s cum don’t you baby? Want daddy to fill you up even after all the boys filled you up.”

“Yes!” you whined, your cunt getting overstimulated. “There we go, look at that, filling up my baby’s cock” He groaned, cumming inside of your fucked out cunt. 

“Was I good Daddy?” you whispered as he kissed your lips.

“Did such a good job baby, helped us all out tonight. Now, let’s get you to your bathe, okay baby? ” he grinned, picking you up bridal style to your bathroom. 

[pearlsephoni]

The Trial of Shoyo Hinata’s Rising Heartrate, Witnesses One and Two: Daichi and Suga

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: G

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata); Daisuga (Daichi/Suga)

Characters: Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama

Word Count: 940

Chapter Summary:  When Suga notices something strange between a certain pair of first years, it's only natural that he points it out to Daichi.

A/N: Author’s notes can be read on AO3.

Despite Daichi’s angry lecturing, he hadn’t been serious about pulling Kageyama and Hinata from the first lineup. Even if he had been, he doubted Coach Ukai would’ve let him see the threat through - for all their childish bickering, those two were too powerful to keep off the court. 

Even their bickering seemed to come from a place of understanding for each other, as though they instinctively knew the best taunts to enhance their plays. It mystified Daichi, who was used to Suga’s almost-aggressive encouragement and Asahi’s glass heart, but as long as the first years didn’t turn those taunts towards him, he didn’t care. 

They weren’t only having an impact on each other. Daichi could see the way their competition pushed the rest of the team to train better and harder. Hell, he could feel the extra drive in himself. Whether he was hitting a toss sent directly to his hand by Kageyama, or a toss specially tailored for him by Suga, he could feel the ball ricochet off his palm with a power he hadn’t felt in…he didn’t know how long. 

It felt good. It felt really good. The closer the Inter-High tournament got, the better he felt about their chances at getting further than they’d ever gone before in his three years of high school. 

But then Suga brought his attention to the darnedest thing. 

“Hey, Daichi.”

“Hm?” Daichi lowered his bottle to find Suga at his elbow, speaking to him but looking at something else across the gym. “What’s up?”

“What do you think about...um…”

He followed Suga’s gaze and ended up looking at Hinata and Kageyama, bickering as usual. He opened his mouth to ask Suga what was so weird about that, when something weird did happen: Kageyama noticed something on Hinata’s elbow, probably a bruise or a smudge of dirt from the gym floor, and bent to peer at it, his hand coming up to gently rub at the skin. Hinata was in the middle of saying something, but when Kageyama touched him, his words seemed to fade away, until he was quietly watching the setter. 

What made Daichi’s eyes widen was the sight of Hinata’s cheeks deepening in color, much darker than they ever did from practice. He...he was blushing, seemingly from Kageyama’s touch and attention alone. “...Shit.”

“Yeah,” Suga agreed with a solemn nod. 

“Shit, Suga.”

“I know.”

“Is that...I mean...shit, Suga.” 

“Woah, alright, don’t freak out now—” 

“I’m not freaking out, I just don’t know what to do! If Hinata really has a crush on him, then...then what happens if they end up dating? And then if they break up? A breakup between the players responsible for our freak quick attack? Shit, Suga!” Daichi finally dragged his gaze from the first years to Suga, who didn’t look nearly panicked enough about this. In fact, he didn’t look panicked at all — if anything, he looked confused as he met Daichi’s eyes. “What?” 

“You’re worried about the quick attack? Not...not that Hinata could be gay?” 

“Huh? Why would I care about that? Wait. Why do you care about that?” 

“Because...well, I guess it’d be nice to be able to talk to him about it. I would’ve liked to have an upperclassman I could talk to about…figuring all that out, y’know?”

It was only then that Daichi noticed the wistful tinge in the way Suga was watching the first years, who were back to bickering. Of course that was what would bother him; Suga cared so much about being a trustworthy and caring senpai to the underclassmen. 

Daichi’s hand gently landed on Suga’s shoulder, pulling his attention from Hinata and Kageyama. “There could be a lot of reasons he hasn’t told us anything. Maybe he’s not out to anyone. Maybe he doesn’t even know yet. Remember how long it took for us to even realize we liked each other?” 

That made a smile tug at Suga’s lips. They’d been disasters in their first year, bundles of nerves badly hidden beneath shy blushes and lingering stares. On Valentine’s Day, Daichi had stumbled across Suga gently turning down a confession from a girl in his class, and failed to hide himself before the setter caught him just around the corner of the gym. Only then did Suga finally come out to him as bisexual, and admit that he already had a crush on someone else. 

Not that Daichi was able to connect the dots any faster. When Suga had asked if he wanted to hang out on his birthday that June, Daichi had stupidly asked, “Me? Don’t you want to ask your crush or spend time with your family?” 

“…Daichi.” 

“What?” 

“For someone so smart, you can be really stupid sometimes.” 

Suga’s pout had done nothing to hide his flushed cheeks, and finally Daichi realized, “…Oh. Me?” 

“For both of their sakes, I hope Hinata’s a lot faster on the uptake than either of us were,” Suga muttered now, giving a meaningful side-eye to Daichi. 

“I doubt that,” Daichi snorted. “Just...whatever his reason is for not saying anything yet, he’ll tell us when he’s ready. Okay?” 

Suga stole one last glance at Hinata before finally flashing the smile Daichi was waiting for. “Roger that, Captain.” 

Despite his teasing words and shit-eating grin, Suga still looked so...Daichi couldn’t find the words, but he could feel the overwhelming urge to kiss him, and it took everything in him to settle for shoving at Suga’s cheek. “Shut up. I swear, if those little punks get into some drama and ruin our freak attack, I’m gonna kick their asses so hard…”

[littlerose13writes]

Instagram have spoken! this comes from chapter 15, enjoy!

James sighed and dropped his head into his hands. “You know when you can just feel drama brewing. Just what I need right now.”

Albus reached out and patted his brother’s shoulder. “Sorry, James.”

He emerged and nodded vaguely. “What are you and Scorp doing for Valentine’s day tomorrow?”

Albus scoffed. “Me and Scor have never bothered with a single Valentine’s Day before, we aren’t starting now.”

“Come on,” James whined. “It’s a great excuse to celebrate together, you don’t have to do anything Valentine’s-ish. You can’t tell me Scorpius doesn’t love the idea of a whole day to be all soppy and romantic.”

“Scorpius isn’t soppy.”

“He is romantic, though. More than you.”

“He’s romantic every day though, not just on February the fourteenth.” Albus sighed. “We’re going to see the new house with Draco.”

James wiggled his eyebrows. “Ooh, saucy.”

“How and why are you like this?”

James just sat back in his chair, looking smug.

“Why? What are you doing for Valentine’s?” Albus eyed him knowingly. “Spending it with Langley?”

James actually blushed, a pink hue temporarily obscuring his freckles that Albus rarely saw from his brother. “Yeah,” he said to his lap.

“Gonna tell her you love her?”

James looked up sharply. “No!”

Albus laughed into the foam of his cappuccino. “I take it you actually had no plans to go to the gym and I’m now just one of those prats who wears sportswear to get coffee?”

James grinned. “Yes, consider yourself hoodwinked.” He vaguely clinked his cappuccino mug with Albus’ on top of the table. “Thanks, Al.”

- I Knew It All Along, chapter 15

[softyoongiionly]

NSFW A-Z List (Mama Mia! Jungkook)

***This contains smut, 18+ only please***

“Aqua told me you all had some questions for me so, I had my assistant fax me the prompt and, I’m really hoping she didn’t read it because, these are filthy ha. I hope you all enjoy yourselves.” 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

“It kind of depends on the situation but, if I just had sex, I’m in a good mood. If Y/N and I are in the bed, I make sure I change the sheets and, I make sure she’s cleaned up and, feeling good too. Sometimes we like to talk about it. A bit of pillow talk is always great. PILLOWW TALK! Do you guys remember that song by that one dude in one direction? Great song. It’s like he left one direction and, immediately needed to say the word fuck and sing about sex.” 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

“This is a weird question. I like my abs? I guess? I mean I spent like a million hours in the gym trying to tone up and stuff so, it’s definitely the only thing that stands out.” 

“Y/N is the by far the most beautiful woman on the planet so, it’s a little hard to pin point one specific part of her I like the most. If I had to choose, I would say her eyes. Sometimes she looks at me and, I suddenly forget all three languages I speak. She takes my breath away. Literally, who is she looking at like that? Me? Does she value my life at all? Is she trying to kill me? Probably. I love her :-)” 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):

“Cum...I don’t really know what I’m supposed to talk about in this section so, I’m just gonna say- yes?? Is that the right answer?” 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

“One time, when Y/N was away on business, I jerked off so much in one day, I sprained my hand. I guess that isn’t dirty but, it is embarrassing. I’d probably do it again though, I’m so spoiled that I forgot what’s its like to go without sex.” 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

“Yikes this question is a little hard for me to answer. Before meeting Y/N, I had a lot of different partners. After finding out my half-brother tried to steal my recipe, I got really down on myself. I felt really empty and, I spent a lot of time partying and, hooking up with random people. I don’t really know how many if I’m being honest. It was a lot though. After awhile I kind of snapped out of it and, realized I needed to deal with my issues head on so, after a bit of therapy, I was doing a lot better. Sexually, I’ve had a lot of experience but, intimacy? That’s a lot newer for me. And let me tell you my dudes, nothing is sexier than being with someone who truly loves and cares for you. I don’t make the rules.” 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

“Missionary. Listen, I know it’s a boring answer but, I’m a sucker for passion what can I say? I like watching her face and, seeing all the little expressions she makes, especially right when I first push inside of her. Also, it’s the best position for her to scratch up my back and, I really love when she does that.” 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

“I don’t really find a lot of things to laugh about during sex but, I’m sure it’s happened at some point. Sex is kind of a serious thing for me now but, I wouldn’t stay serious if something funny happened because, sometimes funny things do happen. When they do, we laugh but, then I’m right back in the moment again. Y/N and I mess around a lot in our daily lives so, I like to use sex as a way to show her how serious I am about her and, our relationship.” 

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

“I got laser hair removal like 3 years ago. Yes, it’s possible to get it done in sensitive areas but, it’s crazy expensive. Or so I’ve heard, I’m not gonna lie to you, my idea of expensive and, other people’s idea of expensive are probably a little different. But yeah, I got it all lasered off so, it doesn’t really grow there anymore. I keep my face shaved too but, my arms and legs are free to grow all the hair they want.” 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

“With Y/N, I’m a little bit of a hopeless romantic, I can’t lie. I love all of that cheesy shit. Rose petals on the bed? Yes. Wine and chocolate on the shores of our private beach? At least twice a week. Leaving Y/N little post it notes all over our villa that contain all the things I love about her? Duh. I AM A SAP. I AM A MESS. I can’t help myself. My father collects first edition classic novels and, for Valentine’s Day, I had him send me the contact of his distributor so, I could buy Y/N the first edition of The Princess Bride. It’s one of her favorites. It was only $1,400 so, I definitely got a good deal. I also had a custom gown imported from France and, a prince-like outfit made for me. What do princes even wear? What is that called? Tights? I don’t know but, I looked like a goddamn Disney prince by the time I was done getting ready. I rented a different villa out for the weekend and, my interior designer decorated it like a medieval castle. We spent the weekend playing prince and princess and, it was probably one of the best weekends of my life. So to answer your question: Yes, I am romantic.”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

“I only really touch myself when Y/N is away. Her and I have a pretty consistent sex life so, we have sex almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day. I don’t really have a need for it anymore and, it doesn’t feel nearly as good as sex with Y/N.”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

“I have a few. I’m really sensitive to smells so, if Y/N smells good, I can’t keep my hands off of her. She has this one perfume from Gucci that I love so much. I can get hard just from the smell; it’s kind of pathetic honestly. I love  having sex outside too. It’s a good thing we have a private strip of the beach because, if we had neighbors nearby, they would hate us ha. I have a cashmere picnic blanket that we take down there a few times a week and, we always end up making love on it. Yes, I said making love. Get over it. Oh and, if Y/N says anything about my muscles or how strong I am? Instant turn on. I think I have a praise kink? Is that what it’s called? I love Y/N’s panties too. Lace, silk, cotton, clean or dirty; I don’t discriminate, just put them in my mouth. Lol, this is getting dirty…sorry Aqua.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):

“I already kind of answered this but, sex on the beach or sex on our balcony are probably my top two.”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

“I feel like I answered this one too because, I just talked about my kinks but, I would say my motivation is to get my girl off right? I get off easily. I have a beautiful woman all over me, saying dirty things in my ear… I mean, my orgasm is guaranteed. Y/N doesn’t take a long time to cum anymore because; I know how to please my woman but, I still want her to feel good. I want to see her let go and, let someone else take care of her for a change. She works so hard. I want to show her what a good woman she is. I want to show her how much I love her.”

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

“Threesomes, anal and, I’m pretty sure this is everyone’s answer but, bodily fluids belong in the toilet.”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

“Yes.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.):

“Both. Sometimes I want to draw it out and, let her feel every inch of me but, sometimes I want to fuck so hard we are both sore the next day. It’s all amazing either way.”

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

“I love quickies. They are great in the afternoon when she and I have things to do but, we still want each other. They would get old after a while though so, we usually do both. It’s very rare that we just have a quickie and, nothing else but, sometimes it happens. Ever since we moved to Greece, we try to always make time for each other but, we both get busy from time to time.”

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

“I’m game to experiment a little bit but, Y/N and I have been together awhile. We’ve tried a few different things but, sex with her is so amazing, I don’t feel the need to experiment that much anymore.”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

“I can last forever if I need to. Like I said, my orgasm is an easy thing to obtain with a woman like Y/N so, my focus is making sure she’s feeling it too. I can go for multiple rounds too, I mean it’s hard not to. Have you seen her? We have sex all night sometimes. I hope she finishes her conference call soon, I’m really starting to miss her…”

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

“Y/N owns a very tasteful collection of dildos made out of rose quartz and jade. I use them on her sometimes between rounds but, I don’t know how often she uses them beyond that. I don’t own any toys but, I do spend quite a bit of money on new lingerie for Y/N. She has an entire armoire for all of her outfits. Oh, we have gold handcuffs too. We take turns using them on each other.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

“Y/N has a really sensitive spot on her neck and, she’s really tender around her waist so, sometimes I come up beyond her and, brush my lips against her throat and, tickle her. She’s told me it turns her on immediately so, I like to play with her a little bit. We both tease each other a lot though, especially during phone meetings. One time, I was on a 4 way call with my investors and, she sucked my dick through the entire thing. I thought I was gonna have a heart attack but, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cum a little harder that time. Maybe that’s another kink of mine…”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

“We live on a private piece of land so; we can be as loud as we want. I’m only loud when things are getting intense but, even still I’m not screaming at the top of my lungs. She isn’t crazy loud either but, I do try my hardest to get her to scream my name every now and again. Just for fun.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

“Y/N and I are in the process of buying an island in the Caribbean and, sometimes I get turned on when she talks about how much money we both have. I’m sorry, I know it’s a dick move but, it’s the truth. I donate millions to charity every year, I swear.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

“I’m like 7 inches I think? When I’m hard it’s probably like 8 or 9. I’m not sharing any more than that ha.”

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

“Pretty high. Unless I’m really sick or really busy.”

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

“If we’ve been going for multiple rounds, I’m pretty exhausted by the end of it but, I don’t just fall asleep. I don’t want to leave the bed afterwards though. I just want to cuddle with Y/N until we both pass out. If it’s during the day and, we’ve only gone once or twice, I’m not tired at all.”

“Aqua wanted me to dedicate this to @gldnrecs​ and, @bulletproofbirdy​. She says you guys are the best and, apparently you have a sweet spot for me. So, I guess I’ll dedicate this to you too ha. I hope you liked it.”

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Dino Albani Card story “Lend us your wisdom♪”

Translation of Dino Albani’s 4* “Sweet Chocolate Spell” card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Dino: ~~~♪

Dino: (I’ve been all over the place preparing for Valentine’s and Faith’s birthday party, but that doesn’t mean I should slack off with training.)

Dino: (I’ve been eating chocolate non-stop because of the ‘En Ciel’ collaboration too, gotta work out and burn some fat off.)

Oscar: Huff.. huff….

Dino: Oh! Encountered a wild Oscar♪

Oscar: Dino-san. Good work today, are you here to train too?

Dino: Yup yup. ….Ah, sorry for interrupting you though

Oscar: Not at all. I am finishing up my routine right now.

Dino: Right, good work then…. man, your muscles never fail to impress me

Dino: I’m gonna be doing a bunch of training too but mine get nowhere close to that…. In the end it boils down to how everyone’s different, right

Oscar: Indeed. It depends on one’s physical constitution, as well as differences in one’s lifestyle.

Oscar: I’m impressed by how you’re able to eat as much pizza as you want and maintain your physique, Dino-san.

Dino: Really? I never paid attention to how much pizza I eat though?

Oscar: Ah…. That reminds me, may I ask something?

Dino: What’s up?

Oscar: You see…. it’s Faith-san’s birthday on the 14th of February, right? Has your team planned to do anything as a celebration?

Dino: Of course♪ The LOM’s on the same day as Valentine’s but we thought of surprising him after it’s done

Dino: Which is why we’re preparing life sized chocolate as a big surprise for him

Oscar: L-life sized chocolate…..

Dino: Anyway, what about Faith’s birthday?

Oscar: Ah…. Actually, I’ve been thinking of wanting to celebrate it too….

Oscar: I suppose I should keep my distance on the day itself after all…. When I had asked Faith-san about it, he told me that there are no plans.

Dino: Eh, really?

Oscar: He hadn’t mentioned the LOM either, perhaps he thought it’d be troublesome

Oscar: There’s a possibility he was on guard in case Brad-sama would get brought up….

Dino: Oooh, you wanted to get Brad involved too, huh

Oscar: Of course. Both of them don’t quite meet eye to eye unless there’s an opportunity like this one. 

Dino: Right. The only way to get them near each other is when others make it happen, eh….

Dino: Oh, hold on. If you guys are up for it, wanna come to the birthday party?

Oscar: Eh… I mean, it is something that your team has arranged….

Dino: It’s all good. The more the merrier, as they say

Oscar: I-if it would be fine….

Oscar: However, in the worst case, something could happen between Brad-sama and Faith-san which could ruin the mood.

Oscar: Rather than just for me, it’d end up being an inconvenience for everyone present, and Brad-sama would take it into consideration.

Dino: Huum, yeaaah, that’s not easy….

Oscar: Indeed….

Dino & Oscar: Hmmmmm……

???: Oi, you two. The hell are you mumbling around for. Get outta my way

Dino & Oscar: !! Asch…!

Asch: Goddamnit…. you know we're in a gym here? If you ain’t here to train then fuck off

Dino: Perfect timing, Asch

Asch: Haaah?

Dino: Why don’t you give us your opinion as an outsider?

Dino: It’s something Brad said back when we were rookies. “With three you’ll have the wisdom of Monju”, a saying that comes from Japan.

Oscar: …..Monju ?

Dino: Yes! On your own you won’t be able to think of a solution, however with three people then it could work out… kinda like that.

Dino: I remember how Brad found out about it from a book, and at the time happily told me about how it was perfectly fitting for the three of us.

Dino: And considering the situation now, it’s perfect for us now too right? C’mon Asch, lend us your wisdom!

Asch: ……What?

------

Oscar: ----And that concludes it. I’m troubled over how I should celebrate Faith-san’s birthday.

Dino: But I think it’d be okay to just join us with celebrating it….What do you think, Asch?

Asch: Dumbasses...

Dino & Oscar: !?

Asch: Your brains are miserably tiny. Man, I swear these simple minded people…. 

Asch: Basically, you have planned a party but you’re worried about stirring trouble due involving others, right.

Asch: The fuck’s all of this…. You know you can also hold one the next day?

Oscar: ….The next day?

Oscar: But wouldn’t it be tiring for Faith-san to have parties back to back...

Asch: Tiring? What the hell kinda parties are you commoners holding...

Asch: Spending money, eating and drinking as much as you want, doing whatever you want… If it ain’t making you feel refreshed, can you really call it a party?

Asch: Well, sometimes there’s some idiot that can’t take a hint and it’s a nuisance, but you can throw them out or make ‘em a target for darts, whichever works. Heh… 

Dino: What the hell kind of parties are you holding, Asch?

Dino: But, maybe you have a point there….

Dino: There’s no need to force yourself to go out of your way on the day itself, if someone were to celebrate my birthday the day after too I’d still be super happy♪

Asch: Exactly. Holding parties every night is the way to go about it.

Oscar: I see…. Then perhaps that’s how it should be taken care of.

Oscar: Seems that I was being a bit narrow-minded. I’m glad you told us what you thought, Asch. You have my gratitude.

Asch: ...Hmph, more than your brain it’s the damn path that’s narrow. You standing doing jackshit is blocking my way, piss off

Oscar: Oh, sorry…

Dino: Amazing! Monju’s wisdom did come through!

Asch: …..What?

Dino: It’s great that as soon as Asch showed up we we’re able to get our answer but… If anything, I’m more happy about how we solved it all together

Dino: Alright, Asch, Oscar! Let’s hold a pizza party as a commemoration! 

Asch: Wha….

Dino: It dawned on me that we haven’t held a pizza party with the three of us yet. And I always wanted to do it with you guys

Oscar: That’d be nice. I had thought of how I wanted to sit down and leisurely talk with you since your return, Dino-san

Asch: Oi stop, why the hell are you telling me what to do. I’m gonna be training now-------

Dino: I’m going to train too, so around after we’re done… what about gathering at the lounge in about an hour?

Oscar: Very well.

Asch: Gh, I said that I’m-

Dino: Asch, it’s what you mentioned earlier though? Like, holding parties every night is the way to go about it♪

Asch: !?

Dino: Your favourite’s fried chicken, right. It’s on the side-menu so order lots of it

Oscar: I’ll be taking care of the orders, both of you please focus on your training. Now then, I’ll be seeing you two in an hour again.

Asch: Gah, wait Oscar! I ain’t gonna forgive you for this------

Dino: Nihi, looks like we’re gonna have fun tonight♪

-

Notes:

About Monju, copy pasted from wikipedia: Mañjuśrī is a bodhisattva associated with prajñā (wisdom) in Mahāyāna Buddhism. His name means "Gentle Glory" in Sanskrit (...). This bodhisattva is known as “Monju Bosatsu“ in Japanese. The saying in Japanese goes as “三人寄ればモンジャの知恵“, which comes down on “two heads better than one”. Shout out to this website for having a literal translation because without it, it’d be stuck on figuring out how to say it haha

[ve1vetyoongi]

Operation: Love Letters | 05

💌 CHAPTER INDEX 💌

♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.

♡ ⇢ chapter word count: 4k

♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.

♡ ⇢ warnings/rating: none, PG.

♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

♡ ⇢ schedule: updated every day at 5pm GMT in the run up to Valentine’s Day 2020!

"Do we really need to wear these?" You hold up the black hoodie and matching balaclava Jimin pulled out of an ominously heavy gym bag. "And do we really need night goggles and a screwdriver?"

"You can never be too careful. This guy is a total nerd. He definitely has cameras set up in his tech room and who knows what booby traps are waiting for us."

You throw the balaclava into your locker with a scoff but shrug and drop the screwdriver into your backpack anyway. Just in case. "This isn't Spy Kids, Jimin. He's just a dude with a laptop, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Okay, well don't blame me when one of his computers detonates."

It's final period and the halls are eerily empty for a college campus as you and Jimin creep down towards the tech room, alert and aware of each far-too-loud squeak Jimin's polished chelsea boots make against the floor and every door that opens and shuts nearby.

Before long you arrive outside the tech room where after a little research, you found out Jungkook holds his club meetings. You know it's the right one because there's a sign on the front that says TECH CLUB - THURSDAY'S AT NOON - PRESIDENT: JEON JUNGKOOK.

If your calculations were correct, Jungkook had class for another twenty minutes, offering you and Jimin the perfect opportunity to gather clues — except you're suddenly overcome with nerves that make you shiver as you stop dead outside the door, seconds ticking by as you give yourself a mental pep talk.

"Are you having second thoughts about breaking in?" Jimin asks, squeezing your shoulder gently.

"No." You swallow. "It's just, what if this is another dead end? What if we're wasting our time again and my admirer isn't even Jungkook?"

"I mean, maybe Jungkook was under our noses this whole time. You were a 100% match, remember?" Jimin shrugs his shoulders with a smile. "You'll never know unless we find out once and for all."

You return his smile with a firm nod of your head. "You're right. It's now or never."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Jimin holds out his pinky finger and you take it in your own. "Whatever happens, I'll be by your side the whole time, okay? In the name of Operation Love Letters?"

"In the name of Operation Love letters." You confirm, your hand finally finding the door handle while you take a deep breath as you prepare for your introduction into a life of crime.

Here we go...

But much to your surprise, no matter how hard you twist it, the door remains stiff and closed. Even when you try and barge it with your shoulder, it doesn't budge a single inch, and you turn to Jimin with a roll of your eyes.

"It's locked!" You hiss, slapping a hand to your forehead. "Why didn't we think of this?"

"This is a problem." Jimin bends to his knees and peers at the key hole. "Looks like the key is custom made. Which means there's probably only one of them."

"So? What does that mean?"

"It means we have to find a way in straight from the source."

"You mean steal Jungkook's key?"

"I mean, I'd call it borrowing, but yeah, I guess." Jimin shrugs with a smirk. "You in?"

"Duh." You roll your eyes. "You got a plan?"

"Your lack of faith in me is hurtful." He grasps his chest like he's in pain. "Of course I have a plan! Now hurry, we don't have time to waste! It's Valentine's Day tomorrow and we need to get you your man!"

The campus cafeteria is bustling with life when Jimin hands you a lunch tray and drags you behind him to join the queue.

"Dude, we don't have time for a snack break!" You whine, buzzing with adrenaline at the thought of uncovering the sender of your note. "You said we were gonna find my secret admirer?"

"Just trust me!" Jimin counters, holding a finger to his lips as he stands on his tippy toes to peer towards the far corner of the cafeteria. "Jungkook and the tech team meet here every day at 2:30." He pulls back his sleeve, tapping the face of his watch with a smug smile. "And if my calculations are correct, Jungkook should be arriving right about..."

"Now." You finish, as you see the tech club crowd into the cafeteria, occupying a table in the far corner and launching in to an in depth conversation about some new video game they were all playing.

With them is a boy with dark bangs and a pair of glasses, gripping the straps of his backpack tightly as he flashes his bunny-like smile at the guy beside him. He pulls a portable gaming console out of the front pocket of his denim dungarees and even from where you stand a few meters away you can pick up the excitement in his voice as he tells the girl beside him all about it.

A total nerd, you note, but a totally cute nerd at that.

"And here we have a wild Jeon Jungkook in his natural habitat." Jimin announces as he pulls you to hide behind a pillar out of sight as Jungkook's friends say their goodbyes and leave for their afternoon classes, leaving him to finish his lunch alone.

"You really think this guy could've sent me the love letter?" You ask skeptically.

"There's only one way to find out." Jimin whispers back. "Leave it to me."

"What? Hey...wait up!"

You're almost too weak in the knees to care when a lunch lady slaps a pile of questionably appetising mashed potatoes onto your tray, hurrying after Jimin as he pushes through the crowd and stalks right up to the empty seat next to where Jeon Jungkook sits and chows down on a sandwich with one hand while his other works on the gaming console his eyes remain glued to.

"Hey, are you sure about this?" You whisper harshly. "Shouldn't we at least try to be subtle? We can't just ask him outright for the key!"

"Relax, me and Jungkook go way back, we took a filler class together last semester. This will be a piece of cake."

And with that, Jimin slaps down his lunch tray in the seat opposite Jungkook and leans forward on his elbows to greet him with a far-to-wide smile beneath his baker boy hat.

"Hey, Jungkook! What's up? Long time no see huh?"

Jungkook stops mid bite, blinking at Jimin in confusion before his eyes slowly drift up to where you hover behind him awkwardly. He pulls his headphones around his neck and chokes on the bite of sandwich he was in the middle of swallowing.

Your eyes widen, lurching forward to hand him your bottle of water which he glugs in a matter of seconds, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, though he's unable to curb the way his jaw drops when he looks up again and sees Jimin's never faltering Cheshire grin and you beside him, still sat there looking at him with concern.

"Y-Y/N?" He manages to splutter. "What are you doing here?"

Jimin jerks you down into the seat beside him, breaking Jungkook's rapt and wide eyed stare by snapping his fingers to get his attention. "We're here to ask you about the Love Calculator. Do you know anything about it?"

"Y-yeah. I created it." Jungkook coughs, a look of pure panic striking his features. "Why? W-who said something?"

"Nobody said anything!" You interject before Jimin can forcefully probe the terrified kid any further with his bad cop act, flashing him a glance that says leave it to me as you take the reigns. "I just thought it was really cool and I uh...had an idea for a similar project that I think you might be interested in. Right Jimin?"

Jimin furrows his eyebrows, but nods slowly anyway. "Right..."

"But the thing is, I don't know how to code so I'm kinda stumped..."

That sparks something in the quiet boy opposite you, and he suddenly sits up straight, pushing his round glasses up his nose eagerly. "I-I can code!"

"You can?" You smile sweetly, even fluttering your eyelashes for extra measure. "Do you think you could maybe...help us — me — out?"

"Sure!" Jungkook's eyes are wide and sparkling now as he fiddles awkwardly with the braces over top of his plaid shirt. "J-just drop by the tech r-room after class and I'll show you anything you need to know.

"Perfect. That way we can spend some time together, too." You purr with an award winning smile. Was that too much? You wince at the sugary sweetness in your tone when Jungkook suddenly jumps to his feet and blinks at you in disbelief.

"I uh...gotta go!" His lunch tray rattles as he throws his backpack over his shoulders. "See y-you around."

"Wait!" Jungkook freezes when you chase after him and throw your arms around his neck in a tight embrace, hand quietly sneaking around to slip into his jacket pocket as you do and curling around something cold and sharp. "Thanks for all your help Jungkook. It really means a lot."

Jungkook scrunches his nose and shuffles backwards when you let go, bumping into a freshman as he does. "N-no problem. See ya!" And with that, you and Jimin watch as he speed walks down the hall.

"What the heck? You let him get away!" Jimin whines, glancing over his shoulder as Jungkook disappears among the crowd of college students and you pull him roughly by the elbow into an empty nearby supply closet.

Once you're sure the coast is clear, you open your palm, revealing a shiny silver key dangling from your middle finger with a smug smile. "Bingo."

"I'm impressed." A smirk appears on Jimin's face, and he offers you a triumphant fist bump. "The student has become the master."

"Ta da!" The key turns in the lock and, after checking the halls are empty, you push open the door to the tech room with a smug grin. "We're in."

"You're in." Jimin corrects, shoving his foot in between the door frame so you can't lock it behind you. "I volunteer to keep watch. You know, just in case classes end early or something and we need to get away quick!"

You roll your eyes but enter without much protest. "Fine. But you better tell me if you see anything suspicious."

"Yes, Sarge." Jimin salutes, before settling with his legs crossed against the door frame.

The tech room is pitch black, but you don't want to arouse suspicion by turning on the lights, so you flick on your phone torch instead to get your bearings.

A couple beanbags sit in the corner surrounding a video game console, the far wall lined by a row of computers with headsets rested neatly on top.

There's a cabinet filled with DVD's and age-old floppy disks, and you thumb through them hurriedly but are met with nothing but dust and disappointment, so you move on to the chest-height drawers instead. Again, you find nothing of interest; just USB sticks and used printer cartridges.

"Jimin," You whisper. "What am I even supposed to be looking for? This whole place is clean!"

"Try logging into his computer," Jimin calls, poking his head into the hall to check the coast is clear before reappearing and tapping his watch to hurry you. "We don't have much time left, class is almost over."

Without further ado, you sink into Jungkook's plush office chair, wheeling yourself under his desktop and flicking the green on switch on his monitor. It takes a couple seconds for the screen to boot up before you're met with a background of Jungkook's white fluffy dog and a password pop up.

Darn it. Of course it's password protected, he wouldn't be that dumb...but wait! Maybe there is a way you can find it.

Your hand feels around beneath his desk and before long your fingers curl around a piece of paper that has been taped to the underside.

"Oldest trick in the book." You chuckle with a smug smile. Wasn't he ever taught not to keep his password in plain sight? So much for studying cyber security.

Without further ado you pull out his keyboard and let your fingers flit across the keys with a nauseous excitement in your stomach. You take a deep breath when you hit enter...except no matter how many times you do, nothing happens. The computer screen just remains unchanging with the same taunting ENTER PASSWORD pop up staring at you from behind the eyes of a tiny puppy.

"What the— Jimin!" You hiss. "I think his computer is broken, I can't log in."

Jimin rolls his eyes and removes his foot from where it holds the door open to come and take a look for himself. "You're probably just doing it wrong."

A couple minutes later and no matter how many times Jimin checks it's plugged into the outlet or how hard you press on the keys, you just can't get it to work. It's almost like a sick joke. You've got this close to finding out the truth and now technology decides to turn against you!

"Goddamnit!" Frustration floods your veins as you lift the keyboard up and throw it back down on the desk again with a huff. "Why won't this stupid thing work!"

Jimin's eyes widen. "Did you hear that?"

"What?" You bark with a roll of your eyes, still defeated by your battle with the keyboard. "I didn't hear anything."

"No, do that again...with the keyboard."

Your brows furrow. "This?" You lift the keyboard up again and this time when it collides with the desk top you hear it. A clunk from inside the keyboard.

"There it is again!" Jimin brushes you aside to wrap his own hands around the appliance, lifting it up to his face and shaking it like a rattle. Sure enough, the "I think this is just a dummy keyboard. There's something hidden inside!"

"Well hurry up and open it then!" You exclaim, and Jimin drops to his knees to rummage through his black gym bag.

"Told you the screwdriver would come in handy." He says as he hands it to you and you send him a scowl before starting on the tiny screws keeping the back of the keyboard closed.

After a couple twists, the keyboard suddenly pops open, and Jimin is practically hopping from foot to foot as you tip it upside down and shake it back and forth until it's contents plonks out onto the table top.

"What is it?" Jimin gasps, when you hold up a red file labelled TOP SECRET.

"This is what he's hiding?" You mumble as you leaf through the sheets of paper held inside by a paperclip. "What's so special about a bunch of paper?"

Jimin stops you when you start flicking through too fast. "Wait, go back. I recognise that one."

"Hold up—" Your eyes flit across two words printed in pink ink when Jimin points to a specific page. "This is someone's Love Calculator results."

"Holy shit," Jimin gasps, finger prodding at the name at the top of the page. "This is a copy of your Love Calculator results."

"But why is he keeping it hidden away if—"

You don't have time to finish your question before the door is swinging open on it's hinges, Jimin jumping behind you in fear as a figure emerges in the darkness holding a baseball bat.

"I thought you were supposed to be keeping watch!" You hiss.

Jimin shrugs his shoulders. "I got excited!"

"W-who's there?" A nervous voice stammers from the shadow that spins around on his heels and swings the bat in his hand willy nilly.  "Don't even think about stealing any of my equipment. I have alarms all over this place that will call the cops if you move a single muscle!"

"Damn it! What did I tell you about booby traps?" Jimin nudges you in the ribs but you're not listening, already jumping to your feet with your hands in the air in surrender.

"Don't call the cops! It's just us."

The figure freezes, before you see him feel around the wall for the light switch, flicking it on to reveal none other than Jeon Jungkook blinking at you in confusion.

"Y/N? Jimin? What are you—"

"Cut the crap,  Jungkook." Jimin holds up the red file and Jungkook looks like he's about to faint. "You have some explaining to do."

"We know that you've been lying to us. You have something to do with the love letters and this evidence proves it." You bark at Jungkook, who sits opposite you and Jimin in the tech room with a lamp pointed at his terrified features as you interrogate him.

"H-how did you find out?"

"That you're my secret admirer?"

"What? N-no I'm not—"

"Then what were we supposed to find out?"

Jungkook swallows hard. "I...I changed your results!"

He slaps a hand over his mouth and stares at his shoes guiltily while you and you and Jimin share a look.

"The Love Calculator results?" Jimin prods, sliding the sheet across the table. "What did you do?"

Jungkook pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, grabbing his laptop from his backpack and scooting over to your side of the desk so you can all crowd around the screen which loads up with a black page filled with lines of code.

"Look here," He points to the screen and types in a few numbers. "I made the programme so that I can...input my own data into the system if I want to."

"Okay? And what does that mean?"

"Well it means that everyone who fills out the survey gets a list of people who they really match with based on their answers." He insists. "But, in some cases I can...fix things."

"Fix things how?" You say as he types your name into the search bar and waits for your results to load up.

"I-I uh..." He stutters, before the truth comes spilling out. "I changed your top match so that we were 100% compatible!"

"What?" You exclaim. "Why would you do that?"

"It's j-just, I've had a huge crush on you since freshman year and I thought maybe if you got me in your results then..."

"She'd finally notice you." Jimin finishes, and Jungkook nods pitifully with his hands in his lap.

"But wait," A thought suddenly strikes you. "If you aren't my top match, then who is?"

Jungkook presses a few buttons before he turns the laptop screen towards you, jolting when you and Jimin let out a unanimous gasp at the name displayed on the screen surrounded by a plethora of hearts.

Min Yoongi. 100% compatible.

Suddenly, the door flies open and you freeze, hardly daring to turn around when you hear the familiar voice that follows it. "Hey guys, what are you doing in here...woah, why is my name on the screen?"

[ninjab00ty]

AkaYona Week Day 2: (generals, royalty)

February 9th, Monday

The next day Kija caught up with Yona and the others at school. He handed her a crisp white envelope that was stamped with a heart shaped crest in red wax. On the back, written in sparkling red ink, read “to my Valentine.”

“Hey are you sure you’re not in love with Soo-won yourself?,” asked Jae-ha.

Kija blushed, “Of course not! I was trying to make it look like it was done by Yona’s hands!”

Yona bit her lip, “oh I thought I was going to be able to read it before the council meeting.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot, sorr-“ Kija was just about to take the envelope back and open it for her before Vice Principal Joo-doh came around the corner and started yelling at students to get to class. It was already 5 mins before home room and usually the teachers would close the doors on the dot, a rule enforced by Joo-doh himself. Anyone caught after that received automatic detention, and everyone knew he loved giving those out.

Yona gave him the envelope and hurried to her home room with Yoon. The rest of their friends scattered in different directions to their classrooms not wanting to receive the ire of Joo-doh.

*******

It was late morning when Soo-won and Kye-sook caught up to Kija in the locker room. After gym period he usually would have a free block to study before joining his friends for lunch at noon. He was hoping to let Yona read the love letter at that time.

“Good morning, Kija!” Soo-won said in his usual cheerful self.

“Morning,” quipped Kye-sook, his sullen face in juxtaposition to his friend’s.

Su-won continued, “we just want to let you know we’re having the student council meeting next period. Something came up after school and I have an obligation to one of my other clubs. I hope you can make it?”

“Ohh .. next period huh?” Kija stammered. “Uhh ..”

“I’m sorry if it’s such short notice, Kija. I can catch you up on the main topics later if you can’t make it.”

“Oh no, it’s ok,” he laughed, mentally shaking the nervousness away. “I can definitely make it, I’ll see you there!”

“Great,” Soo-won smiled, “see you there!”

He left with Kye-sook in tow, himself muttering a barely intelligible “later.”

Kija sighed, he was really hoping for Yona to read the letter before he sneaked it into Soo-won’s folder. This meeting couldn’t be taking place at the most inconvenient time! He was mulling over whether or not to give it today or at a later date but stopped himself when he remembered Yona’s words about not having too much time left to tell him. He did tell Yona that he was going to help her and he was going to see his plan through. He picked up his cellphone and shot Yona a text before heading to the council meeting.

*******

Yona sat down in her usual spot during lunch break, she was famished and the previous gym period made her even more so. But In a way she felt like she couldn’t eat anything until she read the letter that Kija made for Soo-won, so much so that she could barely concentrate during her morning classes. While she waited for her friends and especially Kija to join her she checked her cellphone for any text messages she might’ve received while at gym and immediately her eyes went wide:

[Kija: hey Yona, the council mtg is rescheduled for next period. SW had to cancel this afternoon. Gonna give him the letter then.]

The read receipt for the text had been right after her gym period started so she wasn’t able to read it then. That means .. she thought .. that he must’ve already done it! Her stomach was in knots, she had to find out right away.

She saw Hak, Jae-ha, and Zeno walking towards her with their trays and before they sat down, she asked them if they saw Kija and they shook their heads no before devouring their meals.

Shin-ah and Yoon came afterwards and they shook their heads as well, with Sin-ah saying he hasn’t seen him since their own gym period.

Yona started to worry about her friend before he appeared and slumped into the seat next to Yoon on the far end of the table and laid his head there not saying a word.

“Kija, what happened?,” Yona came to sit across from him, she had to know why he looked so despondent.

“It happened so fast ..” he started, “The letter .. your letter for Soo-won .. I slipped it into his meeting folder before the start of the meeting. But Tae-jun .. he picked them up to hand them to everybody and he tripped, ughh .. well naturally Soo-won helped him pick the folders up and .. long story short it looks like Tye-sook ended up with it. I’m so sorry Yona ..”

Yona stared at him mortified, she was worried that he used her name in the letter and of all people, Tye-sook?! But she watched Kija looking defeated in front of her and she couldn’t bring herself to be angry. She knew he went out of his way to write it and even if it wasn’t sent to the right person she couldn’t hold him to it.

She smiled and patted Kija’s head, “it’s ok, I guess I wasn’t meant to confess to him that way.”

He looked up, “again I’m so sorry Yona, I’ll think of another idea .. and don’t worry I didn’t use your name in the letter so if and when Kye-sook reads it, he won’t know who it’s from.”

Hak laughed, “that guy is lucky he’s getting anything for Valentine’s Day from anyone, so you did him a solid, Kija.”

“He doesn’t seem like the type of person to respond well to a love letter,” Yoon said over his laptop.

“Well, we’ll see what he does with it,” Jae-ha said, finishing his food, “as for Yona and her confession, I think I have something else in mind that might work. And it’s a little over the top and not subtle like Kija’s letter.”

Hak narrowed his eyes, “just what are you planning?”

“Relax, Hak .. Yona doesn’t have to do anything. And it involves the other club I’m in and a few kids you might know.”

******

Kye-sook took his folder out of his bag. He had just finished lunch and wanted to look over the topics of the council meeting. He was annoyed at Soo-won for rescheduling the meeting earlier and more annoyed at the constant noise in the cafeteria. He sat by himself almost everyday, but he felt surrounded by imbeciles. Graduation at the end of the year couldn’t come fast enough for him and before he meant to get up and go someplace quieter, a white envelope fell out of his folder. Surprised, he picked it up and ran his finger over the red seal and curled his top lip at the sparkling writing. Ripping the envelope open, he started reading it:

“I hope this letter reaches you well. I’ve been very hesitant to tell this to you but I feel like I don’t have a lot of time to tell you how I feel. We’ve known each other for so long and I need to tell you that I’m in love with you. I can’t hide my feelings for you anymore and I know you may not feel the same, but telling you means so much to me already. On Valentine’s Day, I’m going to reveal myself to you and confess to you in person.”

Kye-sook was floored. He read the letter over and over and felt his heart beating. Who must it be, he wondered? He thought back to the council meeting. The letter fell out of his folder so it could be someone who touched them before the meeting. He knew Tae-jun the klutz tried to pass them out and tripped over himself but everyone knew he was hopelessy in love with the Principal’s daughter and Soo-won picked them up and handed one to him .. Soo-won ..

He immediately blushed. It couldn’t be .. could it? Could Soo-won have slipped the letter in the folder before giving it to him? He realized they have known each other for a long time, since elementary school in fact, and they spend a lot of time together studying for the same classes and managing the council. And it would make sense that the letter mentioned not having much time .. they were both graduating at the end of the year .. could something be there between them that he didn’t see before?

Kye-sook shook his head and brought himself back to reality. He didn’t have time to figure out the author of the letter, he was working hard to be Valedictorian of the class. If it was Soo-won .. or anyone else, he’d have to find out on Valentine’s Day, as sickening as it might be.