#day before discount chocolate day

[singeart]

Two different chlonath AUs! First is a college one (they still knew each other in middle school) (also Chloe may have secretly gotten the bee miraculous at some point I haven’t decided…) where they become study buddies and unlikely friends. Second one is from my fic, A Flower For Every Time I Think of You 🌹❤️

[gato-celestial]

get that discounted candy

[cosmicredcadet]

Everyone talks about discount chocolates after Valentine's Day and I sit there like "YOUR CHOCOLATE GETS DISCOUNTED??" Because the stores in my area always empty out the holiday merch before the holiday hits and replace it with the next set of holiday merch. We don't get discounted chocolate because they get rid of it before that becomes the case 💀

[aro-culture-is]

Quick question: so the ace community has lots of different things that are considered ace, like cake, garlic bread, and dragons. Is there anything similar the aro community has? I'm arospec and ace, and on Ace Week I like to eat the related foods. Just wondering if there's anything similar I can do for Aro Week. If not, discount Valentine's Day chocolate it is.

assorted aro types of things, definitely missing some:

white aro ring

i've asked before about food, and gotten the clever response of mac-aro-ni, though that's not big... yet

lots of puns about arrows. so many. the weapon, but we could probably do things with the shape

the color green, snakes, frogs, and assorted green things

realistic heart emoji, <2, green heart emoji

i'm so missing things but this is what my brain is giving me, public aro comments, go!

[intrepidacious]

step number one

summary: You haven't kissed anyone in a couple of years. Johnny's more than happy to help you out.

pairing: johnny storm x f!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: friends to lovers, making out (in the name of practice) please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: this was supposed to be my valentine's day fic but here we are. c'est la vie. hope you still enjoy this fluffy nonsense a week later 🫶🏼

masterlist | read on ao3

"You got any plans for tomorrow?" Johnny asks the day before Valentine’s Day, spread out on your bed like usual, his eyes not lifting from his phone.

You snort. "Yeah, right."

There’s something, you think, about the aggressively pink-and-flowers-and-chocolate aesthetic of this month that well and truly makes you want to throw up. 14 per cent discounts and coupley pictures and cutesy videos have been flooding your feed for the past week and a half, and with most of your friends neatly paired off as well, it’s like there’s absolutely no escaping the—

"Why not?" Johnny asks. "I mean, pretty girl like you gotta have guys lined up around the corner." The smile in his voice is sincere enough to let you believe he really does mean that as a compliment.

"First of all, ew," you reply, closing your app after yet another "date fit" video. "Second, the last date I went on ended with the guy leaving the country, so there’s that." Granted, you’d known about his travel plans beforehand, but still.

Johnny pushes up on one elbow. "Really. Coffee shop creep?"

You scowl at him. "Don’t call him that."

He’d been nice enough. Paid for your drinks and museum tickets. Hung his jacket over your shoulders when you started shivering. Yes, he’d also ghosted you and gone to Iceland, but it wasn’t like you’d known him that well.

You’d only gotten your hopes up too soon, like you always did.

"That was your last date?" Johnny says, attention fully on you now. "Wasn’t that, like, four years ago?"

"Five," you mumble, your cheeks heating. Almost six, but who's counting? "So, no, I’m not doing Valentine’s Day."

Being single is much easier, anyway. You don’t have to consider anyone else in your life; don’t have to wonder about what they’re doing or whether their family liked you or if they’re planning a three month trip abroad … huh. Maybe that one’s still somewhat of a sore point, after all.

"Why haven’t you gone out with anyone in five years?"

"I don’t know, it just sorta happened. Not everyone goes on a date with a new person every week."

"Gross exaggeration."

"Not really," you say, nudging his side with your toes. "Do you ever see those girls a second time?"

"Sometimes. Hey, when did this become about me?" He catches your foot when you make to poke him again. His smile doesn’t waver, but his voice becomes gentler when he speaks again, a little more serious. "I thought you want a relationship."

You swallow.

"I do," you say quietly. "It’s just … it’s scary. I don’t like putting myself out there, and I’ve been so busy with everything else. I don’t have time to worry about small talk or the fact that at this point I don’t even know how to kiss anyone anymore."

It’s a vicious circle, really. Wanting something serious while also being terrified of anything serious. And suddenly, almost without noticing, years have gone by and nothing has changed at all.

Next to you, Johnny goes very still.

Honestly, it’s not the reaction you’ve expected. Deep down, you thought he’d laugh, tease you about the fact that it’s been nearly six years since you’ve gotten intimate with anyone. Sometimes, you want to laugh about it yourself, even though at the same time, you don’t find it funny at all.

But Johnny Storm has always had more layers than people give him credit for; even you, sometimes.

"Do you …" His voice cracks and he clears his throat, staring at the wall behind you. "Do you wanna practice?"

You blink, heat rushing to your cheeks before you even understand what he’s asking. "Practice what?"

"Kissing."

…

Maybe your brain short-circuited. There’s been some misfiring in your neurons, mistranslating his actual words, because there’s no way on earth he’s just suggested what you thought you heard.

"I—"

"It’d be one less thing for you to worry about, you know," he interrupts, talking quickly. You’ve never seen him look at you this intently. He seems to realize from your stunned expression, and a shadow of his earlier smile softens his face. "Don’t worry," he says. "I don’t bite unless you want me to."

Your mouth opens and closes a couple of times, your heart pounding so loud you can hear feel it behind your temples. "I don’t know how to respond to this."

"Say yes," Johnny says. "We can just try it out. We don’t have to bring it up again after today, it’ll just be … preparation, you know? Step number one of getting you back in the game."

It doesn’t feel like a game at all, this suggestion.

The craziest part about it, though, is that you are seriously considering it. You stare at him, his pretty blue eyes and his cocky grin, and the earnest expression behind his nonchalant façade. No matter your answer, he wouldn’t judge you.

Besides, it’s not like you’ve never thought about it.

You’ve caught glimpses of Johnny kissing other girls one too many times not to secretly wonder what it would be like. To feel his lips on yours, the heat of his body pressed against you, your hands gliding over the short buzz of his hair.

It’s longer now, maybe even long enough to tangle your fingers in and yank.

"Fine," you say quietly, and watch his smirk falter ever so slightly.

No matter his grand bravado, he clearly didn’t expect you to agree. It’s sweet, the way he scrambles to sit up properly, not even caring that his phone drops to the floor.

"Yeah?"

You swallow, nod. There’s an excited blush spreading on his cheeks that’s kind of endearing but also makes you want to melt into the ground. The way he’s staring at your lips makes you feel aware of every single cell in your body. You can’t remember ever being looked at like this.

"Do you want to …?"

"I don’t know, can you just—"

His hand cups your cheek, warm and steady. He’s always so warm.

"Close your eyes," he says lowly, and they fall shut of their own accord.

You don’t think you’re breathing as you wait, your hands fisted into your blanket as if you’re trying to hold on for dear life. Maybe you are.

For a very long moment, nothing happens, and you’re starting to feel like you’re being ridiculed after all. Like you’re going to open your eyes to Johnny laughing in your—

His lips brush against yours, just a single, careful touch, lingering, testing the waters. You don’t dare to move, or breathe, or do anything but feel. Your mind is racing, even though you cannot catch a single coherent thought.

The sheets rustle, the mattress dipping as Johnny breaks the kiss, adjusting his position. His thumb is still on your cheek, a gentle caress.

"You in there, darlin’?"

"Yeah." Your grip loosens a little.

"Okay." His breath fans over your lips. "You wanna try again?"

You’ve barely started nodding before he dives in again.

This time, you’re a little more ready for it, moving your mouth against his experimentally. He smells nice. You don’t know what to do with your hands.

He pulls away again and your heart tugs painfully, but he only tilts his head the other way and goes back to kissing you, still so soft, so languidly, like he has all the time in the world. He makes no rush of deepening the kiss, which is so like and unlike him at the same time.

It’s you, then, who leans in closer, your tongue slipping into his mouth, your brain going in and out of focus with each shuddering breath as he responds fervently. His fingers move down to your chin, angling it just a little. One of your hands lands on his shoulder, seeking balance.

He tastes sweet. Dangerously addictive.

This time, you’re the one to move back, your eyes flying open, feeling like his fire has set your entire body aflame. "How’d I do?"

Johnny blinks a couple of times, staring at your mouth, his pupils blown wide. You press your lips together.

"Not bad," he says hoarsely. "Maybe a little …"

"What?"

"Come here."

He catches your hands, putting them around his neck. It’s an awkward position, the rest of your body still angled away from his until he raises an eyebrow.

You realize there’s two options before you, and you’re not ready to have him on top of you in your own bed.

Instead, you straddle his thighs, looking over his shoulder to not have to meet his eye. His arms fall around you, settling at your lower back, pleasurable heat crawling up your spine.

"This okay?"

You kiss him again.

He makes a startled noise against your mouth, tightening his hold on you as his head drops back, granting you easier access. Your heart is pounding so wildly in your chest it’s making you dizzy.

It’s the most natural thing in the world, to kiss him like this. To scratch your fingernails against the nape of his neck until he makes that sound again. It vibrates against your tongue, and you melt against him, his body hot and solid against yours. Even when you come apart for air, he’s the only real thing in the world.

There’s nothing innocent about the way your mouths crash together now. He swallows your surprised moan like he’s been hungering for it, his hands bunching up your shirt at your back. You shudder against him when he grazes bare skin, each new touch burning in the most delicious manner. You’re weightless, intertwined, content to never again draw a single breath that hasn’t fallen from his lips first.

His tongue slides against yours, tasting your mouth in a way that borders on desperate. You press even closer to him, your fingers slipping into his hair in that way you’ve wanted to for longer than you’ve cared to admit even to yourself, hips involuntarily stuttering against his until he groans, responding in kind to each push and pull.

Finally, after what well may have been hours, you come apart, your forehead pressed to his, chests heaving. You don’t want to open your eyes; don’t want to return to the aftermath of what you’ve just done.

"Go out with me."

You sit back. Johnny’s arms are still draped around you, and there’s a mesmerized smile on his face as he looks at you. "What?"

"Go out with me. On a date." His voice is rough and strangely hopeful, and it makes your stomach flutter. "I promise no small talk."

"You’re not serious."

"About you?" His gaze drops to your lips again. "Always." His nose bumps against yours. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" You exhale shakily, dropping to a whisper. "That’s soon."

"Hmm."

"Maybe I should practice some more before then."

He smiles against your mouth.

thank you for reading my first full length johnny fic 😌 i'm sure it won't be the last. if you want to see more of my writing, check out my masterlist or follow @intrepidacious-fics for update notifications!!

[obeymeluv]

In Your Defense [PT 3 - Ignihyde]

You decide to work at Sam's for Valentine's Day and your crush just happens to hear a customer hitting on you. If they get arrested, can you be their alibi?

AKA: This person has a death wish and you find out your crush might be jealous?

Note: Each one is random and some will be longer than others. If I made everyone the same length this thing would be MASSIVE and I would probably die.

Not proofread because of the length.

Whatever part Ortho is in will be platonic, obvs.

Happy V-day!

**Need to go to bed for work tomorrow so Diasomnia will be on my next day off. Can't stay up long enough to squeeze it in**

If there was one thing Idia hated, it was going out in public. He hated how the sun burned his eyes, all the bugs flying around, the way people looked at his hair, and almost had a heart attack at the idea that he'd have to talk to people.

Major bummer. 0/10, don't recommend.

But he'd suck it up and soldier on because the call of sweets was too tempting to resist. The trek to Sam's isn't the longest from Ignihyde but it's enough to make him pace himself.

Yeah, he's not really an outside person. Or a physical activity person outside of dancing to Premo or working on his projects.

He briefly wonders if Ortho put Sam up to this as he finds his second wind and ascends the hill. Who has a bomb sweets sale and DOESN'T ALLOW ONLINE PURCHASES?! WHY WERE THE DISCOUNTS IN-PERSON ONLY?

Idia breaths a sigh of relief and fixes his hoodie before mustering up his courage and opening the door. He's throwing himself into the proverbial lion's den, into an introvert's worst nightmare!

The noise and people are almost too much but he distracts himself with all the pink and red. Mercifully, the candy is spread out around the store so he doesn't have to stay in the sea of people. Idia doesn't discriminate when it comes to sweets; he gets soft cake rolls, pixie sticks, little donuts, a few chocolate bars, and a couple of limited edition dessert drinks. He's secretly glad Sam's regular stock didn't take a hit because of the holiday; his snack stash needs replenishing. Packs of ramen and little things of convenience bury his sweets stash but he's careful not to crush anything.

He can almost hear Ortho nagging him to get something green or slightly healthy. If he doesn't, Ortho will be mad at him for a week. It becomes a battle of wits between the Shroud brothers and Ortho is the king of juvenile inconveniences. Idia has learned the hard way; Ortho resets his alarms, throttles his wi-fi, messes with his lights, takes apart his tablet or takes it off charge in the middle of the night, and just about anything else he can think of.

Idia begrudgingly puts some green smoothies in his basket. Along with some pudding cups.

Satisfied with his raid, he waits in line. He's chanting to himself the whole time: just walk, don't make eye contact! Just walk, don't make eye contact! The line stalls enough for someone to bump into him and he panics, stumbling forward into the person in front of him. His hair flickers and flares a little in his panic.

People give him space and he babbles a quick apology. He pulls his hoodie up over his hair but it doesn't hide everything. It makes him feel safe, though. He relaxes a little.

Then, he hears it.

HOW MUCH DO YOU COST?!

Oof. MAXIMUM cringe. NO ONE on campus has a charisma stat high enough to make THAT work! Except Kingscholar and Schoenheit, maybe.

It gets worse when he realizes someone said that TO YOU.

OH NO! HE HAS COMPETITION!

The tactic looks like it failed, though, so he's comforted. You wouldn't go for something so cheap and cheesy! This guy looks like a D-level tank AT BEST. You're an SSR easy. D-levels and SSR's don't go together!

He's an SSR when it comes to stealth and technical skill so maybe one day you guys can link up or whatever. Your choice. The tips of his hair turn pink and he blows on the closest strand to mute the color.

The guy is doubling down. "You're rolling a one, pleb. A hard one." Idia whispers to himself.

"You say somethin', Shroud?" the guy turns to him.

FUCK, HE KNOWS HIS NAME?!

Idia's hair roars to life with surprise. He yanks the hoodie down before the fabric singes and crisps. His strands are wild, untamed, and yellow. His instinct is to stutter and deny it, to backtrack, but your eyes are just shy of pleading and it makes him swallow the word soup.

"I-I said you're rolling a hard one. Y-You're failing!" Idia doesn't know if he's going to faint first or if his legs will give out. His heart might go first.

The guy clearly doesn't get the reference. The brain is buffering and the lag is too great. He shakes his head with a sharp, toothy smile, unable to help himself. Dumb normie, Idia gives a breathy chuckle. Idia has that unfortunate condition where his face talks for him and it must've said some shit because the tank is now laser-focused on him.

You're over the counter before he can process anything, grabbing the guy by the back of his shirt and telling him to leave. The guy just jerks his shoulders and stays the course. Idia sees you get ripped over the counter and tumble to the floor. You recover decently and grab the closest thing to you but something about the sound of your body hitting the floor sends him into a rage he'd only felt in online arguments.

It feels like his veins are burning. He can tell by the size of his shadow and the light dancing across the floor that his hair is long and ferociously orange. Raging orange. Lethal orange.

"Caution," Idia manages somehow through his rage. "C-Contents are hot." he knows he has to stay put. If he approaches the guy he will LITERALLY catch on fire. It's not a bad idea, and he can see the gears spinning in the guy's head. He's wondering if Idia's going to do it or if he has enough time to hit the door.

The guy chooses the door.

It takes several minutes for Idia to calm down. His hair seems to shrink as he deflates into his usual quiet mannerisms. It's shorter than normal! "Used up all my fuel," Idia complains as he drags himself to the counter. "Need calories." he melts pitifully into the counter.

"You need to buy what you burned, too." Sam points to the singed chips and snacks. He already has a few packs that are beyond saving in his arms. Idia realizes the shop is basically empty now and finds the energy to blush. Pink cheeks look really cute against his blue hair!

"Does this mean I'm done for the day?"

"Yes." Sam looks at you. He's not mad or disappointed, but he means you're done. "I think you're a bit of a fire hazard." he teases.

You both blush.

None of this was in his decision tree! WHAT DOES HE DO?

"You, uh, you want to come by Ignihyde and, um, watch some stuff? You don't have to if you don't want to, of course. I just, you know, since it was my fault and all--"

"Is that a nat twenty in the wild? I think I have to now!" you joke.

"You get that?" Idia's mouth hangs open in surprise.

"It might have different names but I think it's the same thing in my world." you shrug. He's so down to discuss games from another dimension!

A nat twenty indeed!

----

Ortho was doing his best to fill the gaps with whatever Sam's shop had to offer. Idia's grocery order was a little delayed due to the Valentine's holiday so he needed something decent to tide him over. Determined to keep his brother from an early, sodium-induced death, Ortho took it upon himself to shop. He wasn't totally heartless, though, so he'd throw in a few bags of chips to make Idia feel better.

A lot of this chocolate was out of the question! The sugar was through the roof! Then again, Idia was hopelessly addicted to sweets. He's pretty sure his brother broke some kind of record for sugar tolerance.

Equipped with Vil's suggestions and the things he researched, Ortho started hunting for healthy foods. He filled the basket with smoothies, yogurts, dark chocolate, fruit, and protein bars. There should be enough texture and flavor variation there to make Idia happy. Well...relatively.

Ortho floated patiently in line, subtly recording the conversations around him for later playback. Organic human interaction was interesting and would help him improve his algorithms and processes.

It's not like it hurt anything! All of the conversations were innocent and--

WAS SOMEONE TRYING TO MAKE A MOVE ON HIS FRIEND? HIS BESTEST, MOST PRECIOUS FRIEND?! ONLY HIS BIG BROTHER CAN DO THAT!

You may not totally get that he's a techno-organic construct (and not a boy who just really loves pretending to be a robot) but HE GETS that YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE AND THAT'S NOT OKAY!

"Excuse me, pardon me," Ortho weaves carefully through the people, playing a little 'wee-woo' alarm through his speaker system.

He floats beside the guy, staring at him with those big gold eyes. Pinching his thumb and pointer finger together turns up the alarm.

The guy is ignoring the alarms! How ridiculous! Is this what Idia means by natural selection and survival of the fittest?

A red light pops out of his shoulder, spinning in place.

HE'S IGNORING THAT, TOO?!

"You're being interrupted!" Ortho glares at him now, tuft of blue hair dancing angrily. "This conversation is clearly inappropriate for the setting and is henceforth terminated!"

"Terminated? Big words for a little boy! Go away, big people are talking!" the guy tries to shoo him away.

"Don't be rude to him!" you snap, "And he's right! The conversation is terminated!"

"Terminated!" Ortho echoes, pumping his fist. "Terminated!" he repeats, laughing when some of the people in line begin to join in and chant 'terminated, terminated!'

The guy leaves without buying anything and Ortho is happy to take his place. He pays for the the snacks. "And here's a sticker for you for being so sweet!" you put a sticker on the back of his hand. It's a heart wearing sunglasses.

Ortho laughs despite himself. One day he'll get Idia to explain it to you in a way you understand. He's surprised nothing like him exists in your world but he's glad to be here with you in Twisted Wonderland.

[lologoinsolo]

Happy Valentine’s Day y’all! MDNI 18+ ONLY

What the boys are doing for Valentine’s Day:

Soap is eating it from the back after he gave you those cheap flowers he saw from a store. He remembered it was Valentine’s Day and ran in to grab it before another guy could. He’ll ring orgasm after orgasm to make up for it though! He’ll give you the fucking of a lifetime while trying to mark you up as much as possible. Draws you afterwards in his sketchbook when you’re all blissed out and beautiful on the bed. Makes some food after your all cleaned up.

Gaz is feeding you those specialty chocolates while he’s fucking you slow and deep. Makes you look at him while he’s feeding you too cause you get all squirmy when he licks at your chocolate stained lips for a taste. He eats you out just the way he kisses you. Makes sure to get you all cleaned off and relaxed for the rest of the night. Orders your favorite takeout and watches those cheesy rom-coms he knows you love. He’s hoping you don’t notice that he forgot the flowers but he’ll get it next year!

Ghost either forgot or he’s going to ask you to marry him after the sex he’s giving you. He’s got you bouncing off of him and then got you faced down ass up. Fucking you hard and fast and makes you see every damn star there is when he hits that spot just right. He’ll grumble an “I love you” before laying his heavy weight on you so you can keep squeezing his cock. Doesn’t even bother wiping his cum or sweat off of you, nasty guy he is. Next morning he’ll try to make breakfast but it’s a sad little egg with a piece of bacon next to it. He forgot but made up for it two days later with discount chocolates to give you and his dick ready to serve.

Price is MAKING love to you. He ain’t fucking you, he’s making love to you! He’s putting you in missionary and keeping his hand under your chin so you’ll keep your eyes on him. Gives your throat a squeeze when you try to glance away. Let him see your pretty face contort in pleasure! Every orgasm gets an “I love you” in the gravelly timber voice of his. Afterwords he gets a nice bath going and takes you the next day for a reservation at a fancy restaurant. He forgot today was Valentine’s Day by the way and every restaurant you like was booked up… oops.

[jjungkookislife]

Third Time's the Charm

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x ex-gilfriend!reader

genre: crack, exes to lovers

summary: Jungkook will do whatever it takes to get you back.

wc: 727

warnings: funeral, some cursing, some hitting

date: January 4, 2025

“You know he’s faking it again, right?” Jimin whispers as he looks around the room of tearful actors. He tugs at the black tie around his neck. His shoes squeak on the linoleum and his suit bunches on the chair as he turns to look at you.

“What if he’s not?” You hiss in response as you sniffle, wiping your nose with a tissue. The black dress you’re wearing itches, and you’re upset it's the third time you’ve had to throw it on for a funeral. Jungkook’s funeral.

“Don’t you find it weird that his mom isn’t here?” Jimin asks with a raised brow as he notes the absence of the older woman. 

“He wouldn’t do this a third time,” you respond, but as you look around the funeral home, you notice the lack of family and friends. 

“I’m gonna go steal the chocolate chip cookies from the kitchen. Come get me when it’s over,” Jimin says as he adjusts his tie. “And don’t fuck him in the casket like last time.”

“Hey!” You gasp, smacking his bicep repeatedly. “I told you that in confidence!”

“And now we’re back here,” Jimin scoffs. “I’m sure he’s getting a discount. He’s even got the same casket. It’s a sham, babe.”

“Go steal the cookies,” you huff as you wipe a tear from your eyes. “Get the fudge brownies, too.”

“On it!” Jimin grins, kissing your cheek before he steps out of the room and heads toward the kitchen, already familiar with the funeral home’s layout. 

When you look forward, Jungkook is sitting up holding the top of the casket, a frown on his face. 

“You brought another man to my funeral?” Jungkook asks, pouting. 

Bolting up from your seat, you stomp your way over to him, smacking him with your purse. 

“Really, Jungkook?!” You scream as the actors disperse. 

“Ow! Baby, that hurts!”

“Get your ass out of there! I had to take half the day off work to come here again!” You hit him again with your purse.

Jungkook chuckles, wiggling his dark eyebrows. “You took time off work for me?”

“Jungkook!”

“Okay, okay!” He exclaims as he gets out of the casket with practiced ease.  

“I just wanted you to come see me,” he explains. You roll your eyes as you walk away from him, noting the way the lobby has cleared. You’re sure the only one left in the building is Jimin stealing milk and cookies from the kitchen. 

“Why didn’t you just send me an email like last time?”

“Because you blocked me on it, even the email you use for shopping,” Jungkook pouts. His doe eyes nearly get you.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and huff out a breath. “I can’t keep doing this, Jungkook.”

“I know,” Jungkook nods. “It’ll be different this time. I promise. Besides, I can’t afford another funeral.”

“Jungkook!”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he spins around to the entrance. 

“Mama Jeon,” you grin slyly. “How lovely to see you.”

“Thank you for calling me, sweetheart. I see my son is up to his shenanigans again,” she sighs as she stomps her way to Jungkook, grabbing him by the ear. Jungkook bends down, whining.

“You called my mom?” he asks, astounded.

“I did.” you cross your arms over your chest. “I had to make sure she knew what you were up to.”

“She’s gonna kill me!” Jungkook frowns as he scrolls through his contacts on his phone.

“Suits you right,” you grumble as you head for the door.

“Baby, wait!” Jungkook calls after you just as he tries to escape his mother’s hold. It’s no use, she holds him by the ear, scolding him as she drags him to the casket. She shoves his face into it, screaming about the heart attack she nearly had when she pulled up to the building. She was rabid as she swung her purse and knocked down the large photo of Jungkook on the stand beside the casket.

You giggle as you head for the exit.

Jimin runs towards you, hands full of Ziploc baggies holding the desserts.

“Run, bitch!” He cackles. “The staff caught me!”

You make a run for it as the staff chase after you. You laugh when you speed out of the parking lot, tires screeching to announce your departure.

You unblock Jungkook later that night.

Come over tonight.

[rekino2114]

Could you do Ena BBQ with a gullible S/O? Like salesperson Ena could be trying to get them to buy the most obviously bs product know to humankind and the S/O still falls for it up until meanie Ena finally has enough and yells at them for buying into salesperson Ena’s crap and points out that the product OBVIOUSLY doesn’t work and then proceeds to yell at her red half for trying to scam their lover type of thing.

[You're sitting on the ground doing nothing and looking at the horizon when suddenly ena forms herself from nothing and appears in front of you]

Ena:greetings my dearest darling love, oh boy, do I have something incredibly great and valuable for my favorite client on this fine (but not as fine as you) day

Y/n:[gasps] do you have another one of your super cool products?

Ena:Indeed, I have the very pleasurable pleasure of presenting you with an incredible and affordable product, here is....

[Drumrolls start coming out of nowhere as what you could only describe as a pure black cube of nothingness appears in her red hand]

Ena:a thing! You can use it to do stuff!

[You gasp again as you start starting wide-eyed at the thing in her hand]

Y/n:Really? That's amazing! I love things, and I love doing stuff! I have to have this

Ena:I'm delighted you are positively electrified at this prime opportunity because as we are entangled in this romantic endeavor it would be just cruel to make the person that makes the thing inside my chest move erratically pay the standard price of 5 chocolates, so just for you, just for today, you will have a special lover discount, and the thing will be 3 chocolates instead!

Y/n:Oh my God! That's a steal! I'll get it now

[You're about to take the chocolates out of your pocket, but suddenly, ena's meanie form takes over]

Ena:Hey idiot what are you doing!? You're seriously falling for her scams again?

Y/n:What do you mean? That thing is great and she even gave me a discount

[Ena looks at the item in her hand before grunting and throwing it away behind her]

Ena:it was trash, and I don't mean that figuratively, she literally dug that out of the trash

Y/n:really?

Ena:Yeah, so don't buy any other junk from her, got it? I can't come in and save you from spending all your chocolate on useless trash all the time

Y/n:Isn't convincing people to buy useless trash your entire job?

[Ena blushes and starts stuttering and avoiding your gaze]

Ena:y-yeah, but I mean, y-you're not a client!

Y/n:oh yeah I guess

[Ena's salesperson form takes over again as she smiles]

Ena:Well, in my view, everyone is a potential client, even you, my love, although I suppose I could tone down the useless things, for example, how about a kiss? It'll only cost you 1 chocolate

[Her meanie form starts speaking again]

Ena:Don't charge them for kisses!

Ena:i was only pulling our equally polygonal leg, of course kisses are free of charges

Y/n:Oh, that's good, I was starting to get worried I would go broke

Ena:........you'd.....actually pay money to kiss me?

Y/n:obviously, I can't just refuse kissing the love of my life

[Ena blushes again]

Ena:ngh! Y-you're such a dummy

Y/n:but I'm your dummy right?

Ena:Indeed, although I do have an actual dummy I sold a while ago but you are way more beautiful and talkative and also not made of wood, which is a plus

Y/n:hehe

[You and ena walk away while kissing]

[imsogonesposts]

Sixth Times the Charm

|| ao3 || requests are open!! ||

summary: It seems like every time Steve tries to kiss you, something or someone interrupts him. (5 times Steve tries to kiss you for the first time, and the one time he finally got to.) (wc: 2,165)

warnings: brief mentions steve's bad parents. brief mention of a toddler throwing up. I think thats it!!

1.

You and Steve had been dating for a little over a month when he decided tonight was the night he was going to kiss you. After you agree, of course. He never wanted to pressure you into doing things you weren’t ready for. He would wait a year, longer even, to kiss you if you so much as asked. But, he knew that tonight was the night.

He had taken you to the movie theaters that night to watch “Pretty in Pink,” and everything had gone perfectly. The theater was practically empty, he got to have his arm around your shoulder the entire night, and your hands brushed as you both reached for popcorn at the same time. Repeatedly. In his mind, nothing could have made the night better. That is until he drove you home later that night. 

After the movie had ended, he parked in your driveway, and the two of you got to talking. He noticed the slight nervous stutter you let out when he brushed a strand of hair out of your face and couldn’t help but smile. 

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered as you whispered back a “yes.” And as he held your chin and leaned forward, the porch light in front of your house turned on. He sighed, almost immediately letting go of your chin, putting some space between the two of you as you both let out a nervous laugh. 

“Guess you should head inside, huh?” He asked, nodding his head to your house. 

“Guess so,” you replied with a sheepish smile, quickly kissing his cheek before exiting the car. “Goodnight, Steve,” you whispered as you walked to your front door. Though, Steve was too giddy to notice. A stupid smile plastered on his face from the kiss on his cheek. It may not be what he was aiming for, but hey, he’ll take what he can get. 

***

2.

The following day, you had paid Steve a visit during his lunch break at his job at Family Video, as you usually did. 

“Why do you never let me pay for the rentals?” You asked with a smile as he scanned a VHS copy of "Top Gun," the first one to come in stock since it arrived at the Video Store. 

“Because you’re my girlfriend, and it’s only fair that you get to use my discount too,” he replies, smiling back at you as he snuck a few of your favorite chocolates into a bag for you. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he says with a wink. 

“Whatever can I do to make it up to you?” You ask, rolling your eyes at him with a smile. 

A kiss. If you want, he thinks. “Well, your company’s a great start,” he says while leaning over the counter, face nowcloser to yours. “I love it when you visit me, even if you end up putting me to work cause of your movie requests,” he says in faux annoyance, smiling at your laughter. 

And just as he was about to ask if he could kiss you, Robin came running out of the break room. 

“Steve, there’s a really gross bug in the break room, and I’d really appreciate it if you killed it,” she says, eyes wide with a sheepish smile. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve replies, dropping his head and walking off to the break room. But not before giving your shoulder a quick squeeze and an apologetic smile. 

“Thanks a lot, Robin,” he says after killing the bug the girl was too scared to do herself. 

“You’re gonna see her later anyways,” she replies, laughing at his huff of annoyance. 

“I was this close to kissing her,” he replies, leaning on the wall and raising his hand to show a small gap between his thumb and index finger. 

“Isn’t this the second time?” Robin asks with a laugh as Steve huffs again, already moving to leave the break room. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he replies with a small smile. "Third times the charm though, right?" 

***

3.

It was one of the few times Steve’s parents were home. And, though he wanted nothing more than to be out of the house, whether at your place, the movies, hell, he’d even go to work today if it meant he didn’t have to be here, his parents wanted him to spend the day at home. In order to “spend some time together.” Even though they've barely spoken to him the whole day. 

So, you had come over to spend some time with him, which he had greatly appreciated. Though the two of you hadn’t exactly been doing anything too exciting, you were on his bed reading a book and he was flipping through a Batman comic Dustin had forced him to read, on the other side of the bed, he was still glad to be in your company. 

“You know, I really don’t get why the kids are so obsessed with a bunch of guys in spandex,” Steve said, breaking the comfortable silence between you two as he tossed the comic to the floor. 

“I think that Spider-Man's pretty neat,” you reply, setting your book on his nightstand as he moved to lie next to you.

“I’m way better than some spider guy,” Steve said, smiling at the way your face lit up when you laughed. He couldn’thelp but brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. 

“Would it be alright if-“ he whispered before being interrupted by an over-exaggerated scream. 

“My eyes!” Dustin yells, covering his eyes with his hands as Steve lets out a long groan. 

“How did you get in my house, Henderson?” Steve asks, reluctantly letting go of your face, turning his attention to Dustin to fix him with an annoyed glare. 

“Your mom let me in. Is it safe to look?” Dustin asked, still covering his eyes. 

“We weren’t doing anything,” you reply at the same time Steve mumbles “kid needs his ego checked. Can't even knock on a fucking door.”

“Hey, why’s my comic on the floor?” Dustin asks, finally removing his hands from his eyes, moving to pick up the discarded comic. 

“It was boring,” Steve replies with a shrug. “Why are you here?”

“I wanted a ride to the arcade,” the younger boy simply replied.

“How’d you get here?” Steve asks with a sigh, glancing at you to see if you would be okay with the two of you making a trip to the arcade.

“I biked.”

“You couldn’t bike over there?” 

“Your house is closer.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh as you squeeze his shoulder.

“Sorry,” he whispers to you with a smile, before returning his gaze to Dustin.  “Alright, alright, I’ll take you to the stupid arcade.” Dustin was already walking out of Steve’s room before Steve could even finish his sentence.

***

4.

You had decided to join Steve and Dustin as they made their way to the arcade, as you had nothing else to do for the day. And what better way to spend it than with your boyfriend? 

“I’m sorry we had to spend our day here,” Steve told you, leaning against one of the games as you played Pac-Man.

“It’s fine,” you shrug with a smile. “I haven’t been here in forever, so I guess it’s nice to come and revisit it.”

“I’m gonna try and win you something from that claw machine,” Steve suddenly announces as you lose your last life in the game. 

“You don’t have to-“ you start before he wraps an arm around your shoulder, already pulling you to the machine. 

“Oh, but I want to, baby,” he says, nodding his head to the stuffed animals. “Which is your favorite?” He asks, smiling as you choose your pick. 

About $4 later, he had finally won you a teddy bear, squeezing your shoulder as he asked “what are you gonna name it?”

“Mr. Snuffles, obviously,” you reply in a faux serious tone, smile as bright as can be. 

“Hey, Mr. Snuffles,” he replies, putting a hand out to shake the bear’s paw. 

“You’re an idiot,” you tease with a smile. 

“I’m your idiot,” he replies, lightly poking your cheek. And just as he was about to make his move and ask if he could kiss you, a toddler a few feet away from the two of you threw up, effectively killing the mood. 

“Great,” Steve muttered under his breath, putting an arm around your waist and pulling you away from the crying toddler and his mom. “Let’s look for Dustin so we can take him home,” he says. 

Two failed kiss attempts in one day? That had to be some sort of world record. And of course, Steve had to be the one to break it. 

***

5.

Steve had decided to pay you a visit at your job at the record store during his break. He had brought you some popcorn from Family Video, which, conveniently enough, was just a block away from your job. Which meant the two of you frequently visited each other on your breaks. 

As “Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper played through the speakers, Steve glanced around the empty store before an idea hit him. He quickly took your hands in his, raising them to be wrapped around his neck, then settling his own hands on your waist. 

“What are you doing?” You asked with a laugh as he began to sway the two of you.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m dancing with you.” He replied.

“Okay, well, why?” You ask, smiling at him. He just shrugs, continuing to dance with you. 

“Because I can,” he teases, smiling back at you. 

“This is nice,” you whisper after a few moments of silence as he moves one hand to cup your face. 

“Can I-“ he whispers, before being interrupted by the bell above the door ringing, indicating someone has entered the store. Reluctantly, you both let go, moving away from each other so you wouldn’t get written up for PDA on company time. 

Maybe another day, he thought. 

***

+1

Steve was starting to believe he may never get to kiss you. After so many interruptions, he was beginning to believe the world was playing some kind of cruel trick on him. One that resulted in him losing his goddamn mind because he couldn’t kiss his pretty girlfriend. 

But tonight, he had a plan. One that would ensure he wouldn’t get interrupted before he got to kiss you. No parents, no friends, no customers, and no throwing-up toddlers to interrupt. 

“Wow, you’re really taking me to your old hook-up spot?” You ask teasingly as Steve rolls his eyes. Yes, he was taking you to Lover’s Lake, but not with the intention of hooking up.

“I’m taking you to see the stars,” he replies, smiling at your brief look of shock. “I heard you telling Robin how much you love the stars, so I thought, why not take my beautiful girlfriend to go look at them?” 

“That’s really sweet,” you whisper as he puts the car in park. 

“That’s my middle name,” he replies with a wink. “Steve Sweet Harrington.” 

“I thought it was Joseph,” you reply, smiling as he rolls his eyes. He walks around the car, opening the passenger side door and putting a hand out for yours to help you out of the car. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he replies, closing the door, and retrieving blankets from the back seat to lay on the grass. “Just make yourself comfortable, babe.” 

“I read a book,” he starts, arm around your shoulder as you both sit on the grass, looking up at the starry night sky. “And that right there,” he points to a cluster of stars, “is called Orion.”

“You read a book about stars?” You ask, looking at him with a smile. 

“Wanted to seem smart in front of you,” he replied with a shrug, as if reading a book to impress you was no big deal. 

“That’s so sweet,” you quietly reply, repeating your earlier sentiment. 

“I told you it was my middle name,” he teases, lightly nudging your shoulder with his. 

“I’m starting to think it actually might be,” you reply, still smiling at him. You looked so pretty under the stars. 

“Can I kiss you?” He quietly asks, as your smile somehow grows even more.

“Yeah,” you whisper back as he cups the side of your face, before leaning in to finally kiss you. 

“I’ve been waiting forever to do that,” he half-jokes, smiling at your laughter. 

“I kind of figured,” you reply with a shrug as he rolls his eyes with a smile. 

“I’m not that obvious,” he says with a faux scowl that quickly melts away when you move to kiss him again.

Steve couldn’t help but punch a fist in the air at the fact that he finally got to kiss you. And he couldn’t wait to do it over and over again. 

[navi-the-flying-bee]

Valentine's day

(a/n): okay. I know i am VERY late,but to arrive late is better than not arriving. So... Forgive me?

Characters: Atsushi, Fukuzawa, Dazai, Fyodor, Mori, Chuuya, Ranpo, Poe, Nikolai.

Warnings: use of y/n. This took me too long but mostly because i had writing block while writing it (which was a month ago? Or two?) then i had to drag myself to continue it.

Nakajima atsushi

Valentine’s Day at the Armed Detective Agency was… chaotic.

Not that you were expecting anything less.

You had no real plans for the day. romance wasn’t exactly your forte. You were more of a “wait until the 15th and buy discounted chocolate” kind of person. But apparently, Ranpo had figured that out.

And that was a mistake.

“You’re telling me,” he said, eyes gleaming like he had just solved the world’s greatest mystery, “that you, didn’t think ahead about Valentine’s Day? How tragic.”

You groaned, burying your face in your scarf. “Leave me alone. It’s a capitalist trap.”

Ranpo took a slow, exaggerated bite of the expensive chocolate he had somehow acquired (probably by guilting Kunikida into buying it for him). “Ooooh, Kunikida’s gonna lecture you again.”

And just as he said that-

“Y/N!”

You flinched.

There he was. Kunikida Doppo, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, looking every bit like a disappointed teacher about to give a very long lecture.

“As a member of the Agency, you should have at least some consideration for your coworkers,” he scolded. “Valentine’s Day is about appreciation, not just romance.”

You nodded. “Understood.”

Kunikida blinked. “...Wait. Really?”

“Yeah,” you said, already sidestepping toward the exit, “I’ll write you all a heartfelt letter about how much I appreciate you later. Sound good? Okay, bye-”

“come back here-!”

You turned too fast and crashed right into Atsushi.

“Oh!, I was actually looking for you,” he said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “I got you something.”

You blinked. “...For me?”

Atsushi held out a small box of chocolates, tied with a golden ribbon.

“Well… yeah,” he said, smiling shyly. “You always make sure everyone’s okay, so I figured you deserved something too.”

Your heart melted a little. “That’s-” You shook your head. “Atsushi, that’s unfair. Now I feel bad for not getting you anything.”

“No, no! It’s not about that,” he said quickly. “I just wanted to. You don’t owe me anything.”

You stared at him for a moment before smiling softly. “...Thank you.”

And that’s when it happened.

From across the room, Dazai smirked.

“How sweet,” he teased. “Ciel, did you just get a confession?”

You choked on your own words. “I- NO. Dazai, stop.”

Atsushi, now bright red, waved his hands wildly. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

Dazai, clearly enjoying the chaos, dramatically clutched his chest. “Ah, young love! So pure, so fleeting-”

Ranpo, still munching on chocolate, leaned over. “Ten bucks says Kunikida tries to shut him up in the next five minutes.”

You scoffed. “Two minutes.”

And sure enough.

“DAZAI, GET BACK TO WORK.”

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Look. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to give President Fukuzawa something for Valentine’s Day. You just… didn’t know what.

I mean, what do you give someone so wise, composed, and effortlessly cool?

You couldn’t just hand him some cheap chocolates and call it a day.

“Just write him a letter,” Atsushi had suggested.

“Or get him cat-themed tea,” Ranpo had added with his usual knowing smirk. “He’ll love it.”

And that was how you ended up standing outside Fukuzawa’s office, holding a neatly wrapped box of cat-shaped tea bags (shoutout to Yosano for the shopping advice) and a small letter.

You hesitated.

What if this was weird? What if this was too much? What if he thought you were trying too hard?

Before you could spiral any further, the door slid open.

Fukuzawa looked down at you, calm as always. “y/n?”

You straightened up. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sir.”

His gaze shifted to the gift in your hands. “For me?”

“Uh… yeah.” You hesitated before handing it over. “It’s nothing special, just some tea. And, um, a letter. You don’t have to read it or anything-”

Fukuzawa accepted the gift with a small nod. “Thank you.”

You exhaled. “Oh. Cool. Okay.”

You turned to leave when-

“I will read it.”

You froze. “Huh?”

Fukuzawa regarded you thoughtfully. “You are an expressive person. If you took the time to write something, it must have meaning.”

Oh.

Your face suddenly felt warm. “I- Uh- Yeah, I guess so.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, in an uncharacteristically soft tone, he added:

“I appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

…

Did you just get praised by the President of the Armed Detective Agency?!

Atsushi and Kunikida found you five minutes later, sitting in the hallway, staring into space.

“She looks like she just saw a mythical creature,” Atsushi whispered.

“She basically did,” Ranpo replied, grinning.

Dazai Osamu

You messed up.

The second you hesitated in front of Dazai’s desk, you sealed your fate. Because that was all the invitation he needed to turn your day into a performance.

“Ohhh?” His eyes lit up with the thrill of chaos. “Could it be? y/n-chan, are you giving me a Valentine’s gift?”

And that was when you knew.

You were done for.

“No,” you deadpanned.

“What’s that in your hand, then?”

“Nothing.”

Dazai gasped. Full, dramatic, hand-to-chest levels of betrayal. “A confession?! Oh, Ciel, I’m flattered! But you should know, my heart belongs to the endless embrace of-”

“It’s chocolate, Dazai.”

He stopped mid-monologue. Just froze.

“Eh?”

With the patience of someone who had long accepted their suffering, you dropped the small box onto his desk.

“It’s just chocolate. Because it’s Valentine’s Day. And because if I didn’t get you something, you’d be insufferable about it.”

Dazai picked up the box, turning it over in his hands like it held the secrets of the universe. “So this is how much I mean to you, huh?”

“Do you want it or not?”

“Oh, I want it.” His smirk returned, far too pleased with himself. “I just didn’t expect you to be so bold”

You saw red. “I swear to God-”

“Did you put poison in it?”

“No, but I should have.”

“Ah, how cruel!” He collapsed against his desk like a tragic widow. “To think, my dear Ciel-chan, the one person I trusted, has betrayed me so—”

So you threw a piece of chocolate at his forehead.

It hit with a satisfying thud.

“Just eat it and shut up.”

And that should have been the end of it.

But then, Dazai looked at you, a real smile tugging at his lips.

Not the teasing kind. Not the act.

A small, genuine one.

“Thank you.”

…And for some reason-

That threw you off way more than the flirting.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

You weren’t sure why you were doing this.

Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was stupidity. Maybe it was some self-destructive impulse that made you think, Wouldn’t it be interesting to see how Fyodor Dostoevsky reacts to a Valentine’s gift?

So now you were here. In a dimly lit room. Sitting across from him.

Fyodor watched you with an unreadable expression, fingers tapping lightly against his teacup. “A gift? For me?”

His voice was smooth, polite-like he already knew your intentions and was simply indulging you.

You cleared your throat and placed a small box on the table. “Yeah. It’s… nothing special. Just chocolate.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ah. How thoughtful.”

He picked up the box, examining it with unsettling amusement. “Tell me,” he mused, violet eyes gleaming, “is this an act of goodwill? Or do you simply wish to see how I would respond?”

You hesitated. Damn it. He saw through you so fast.

“I mean…” You leaned back, crossing your arms. “Maybe both.”

Fyodor chuckled. “Honest. How refreshing.”

He unwrapped the box with deliberate slowness, as if savoring the moment. “You intrigue me,” he admitted, plucking one of the chocolates between his fingers. “A human with a unique power… yet you walk willingly into the lion’s den.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’re the lion?”

He smiled. a slow, knowing smile. “And what else would I be?”

Oh.

Oh.

You suddenly felt very, very aware of the fact that you had voluntarily given Fyodor Dostoevsky a Valentine’s gift. This was probably a bad idea.

He took a bite of the chocolate, his gaze never leaving yours. Then, tilting his head slightly, he asked:

“Tell me, … do you believe in fate?”

Your pulse quickened. “That depends,” you said carefully. “Are you about to make me regret this?”

Fyodor chuckled again, slow and deliberate. “Perhaps,” he murmured. “Or perhaps… this is just the beginning.”

You swallowed. Yeah. This was definitely a bad idea.

Mori Ougai

You would never give Mori Ougai a Valentine’s gift. Ever.

It wasn’t even about him being the leader of the Port Mafia-hell, you’d already given Fyodor chocolate, and he was arguably worse. No, Mori was just… dangerous in a different way.

The kind of dangerous that smiled too kindly while pulling the strings behind the scenes.

So imagine your absolute horror when you walked into your regular café, to your daily table and found a beautifully wrapped gift box waiting for you.

With a card.

Signed: Mori Ougai.

…You stared.

No. No, no, no. This was bad.

You immediately turned on your heel-only to find Mori standing right behind you.

“Going somewhere, y/n-chan?” he asked pleasantly.

You barely stopped yourself from jumping. “Nope.”

Mori smiled. Too kindly. “I heard you were handing out gifts today, so I thought I should return the favor.”

“…I didn’t give you anything.”

“Not yet.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m never giving you anything.”

Mori sighed dramatically. “Ah, so cruel. Even after I went through all this trouble?”

Your gaze flicked to the box. Suspicious. “Is it poisoned?”

He chuckled. “Now, now, what kind of man do you take me for?”

“The exact kind who would absolutely poison a gift.”

Mori only laughed. “It’s nothing dangerous, I promise. Just a small token of my appreciation.”

Yeah, right. That sounded ten times worse.

“…Appreciation for what?”

“For being so interesting, of course.” His smile widened. Too wide. “I do hope we continue to cross paths.”

You picked up the box like it might explode.

“Great. That’s definitely not ominous.”

Mori simply chuckled, stepping away. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear.”

You decided right then and there that you were never opening that box.

Nakahara Chuuya

You had debated this for days.

Giving Chuuya Nakahara a Valentine’s gift? Risky.

He wasn’t exactly the romantic type... well, not in the cheesy way, at least. And honestly? You weren’t even sure if he’d want chocolate from you.

But after hours of overthinking, you finally decided: screw it.

Worst case scenario? He’d mock you and move on.

Best case scenario? …Well, you weren’t sure yet.

So here you were, standing outside Mafia HQ, clutching a small bag of premium dark chocolate truffles and second-guessing your entire existence.

Before you could change your mind, the door swung open.

Chuuya stepped out.

And paused immediately when he saw you.

You blinked. “…Oh.”

He frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“I-” You hesitated, then just shoved the bag at him. “Here.”

Chuuya looked down at it, confused. “What the hell is this?”

“It’s-” You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “It’s chocolate, okay? For Valentine’s Day.”

Chuuya stared.

Then, slowly, his lips curled into an amused smirk.

“Well, well,” he drawled, taking the bag. “Didn’t take you for the type to hand out gifts.”

You groaned. “If you’re gonna make this weird-”

“Nah.” He shook his head, opening the bag and popping a truffle into his mouth.

Immediately, his eyes widened.

“…Shit. This is actually good.”

You crossed your arms. “Of course it is.”

Chuuya chewed thoughtfully, then glanced at you. Something unreadable flickered in his gaze.

“…Tch.” He looked away, a little flustered. “Thanks, I guess.”

You blinked. “Wait, did you just-”

“I swear to god, don’t make a big deal out of it.”

You grinned. “You totally just-”

“Shut up.”

You laughed, watching as he pointedly refused to meet your eyes.

For someone so tough.

He sure was easy to fluster.

Ranpo Edogawa

You should have known this would happen.

Giving Ranpo Edogawa chocolate on Valentine’s Day? That was practically signing up to be made fun of for the rest of your life.

But at this point, you’d already given chocolate to Dazai, Chuuya and Fyodor (questionable life choices). What was one more?

So you marched up to Ranpo’s desk, dropped the small box of sweets in front of him, and crossed your arms.

“Here.”

Ranpo didn’t even glance up from his snacks. “Oho? A bribe?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, you idiot.”

He finally looked up, grinning like the little menace he was. “So… a confession?”

You rolled your eyes so hard you saw the ceiling. “It’s just chocolate. Don’t make this weird.”

Ranpo picked up the box, turning it in his hands with a thoughtful hum. His green eyes twinkled like he was already three steps ahead of you.

“Hmmm… I already knew you were gonna give me some, of course.”

“Sure you did.”

“I did! After all, I’m the greatest detective in the world.”

You smirked, leaning forward. Oh, you were gonna enjoy this.

“Okay then, Mr. Detective.” You crossed your arms. “What flavor is it?”

Ranpo blinked.

You saw the exact moment the gears in his head stuttered.

“…What?”

“You heard me.” Your smirk widened. “If you’re sooo smart, you should already know what kind of chocolate it is.”

He squinted at the box like it might reveal its secrets if he stared hard enough. Then-without breaking eye contact. he popped the box open and ate one.

“Hazelnut.”

Your jaw dropped. “You-”

“See?” He grinned, smug as hell. “Told you I knew.”

“YOU JUST TASTED IT.”

“Still counts.”

You groaned, resisting every violent urge in your body.

“I should’ve given it to Kunikida instead.”

Ranpo was already reaching for another chocolate. “Nah. You like me too much for that.”

You did not dignify that with a response.

Edgar Allen Poe

You hadn’t originally planned to give Poe a Valentine’s gift.

Not because you didn’t like him. Poe was actually one of your favorite people. It was just that… well, you weren’t sure if he even cared about Valentine’s Day.

But then you thought about how happy he’d look if he received a gift.

And, well… how could you resist?

So you made your way to a quiet, dimly lit corner of Yokohama’s library, where Poe usually hid away to write. You found him at his usual table, Karl curled up beside him, as he scribbled something in an old notebook.

You placed a carefully wrapped package in front of him.

Poe jumped slightly, blinking up at you. “y/n?”

You grinned. “Valentine’s gift.”

There was a long pause.

Then-

“Karl! She brought me something!”

You barely had time to react before Poe snatched the package with surprising speed, unwrapping it as if it held some ancient secret.

Inside was a beautifully bound, leather-cover notebook with delicate gold-embossed edges.

Poe froze.

His hands trembled slightly as he picked it up, eyes scanning every little detail. “This is…” His voice was almost a whisper.

“I figured you might like a new notebook,” you said, shrugging. “Y’know, for all your writing.”

Poe slowly looked up at you.

You blinked.

Was he… tearing up?

“…Poe?”

“This is the most thoughtful gift I have ever received,” he declared dramatically, clutching the notebook to his chest. Karl squeaked in agreement.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Glad you like it.”

Poe nodded furiously, then froze-as if remembering something important.

“Wait here!” He rummaged through his bag, then returned holding a small, carefully wrapped package.

“For me?” you asked, surprised.

Poe nodded eagerly. “Karl and I prepared it just in case!”

You opened the package to find a collection of beautifully handwritten short stories, bound together in a small book. The title page read:

“To y/n, A Collection of Mysteries & Dreams.”

Your breath hitched. “Poe…”

He flushed slightly. “I, um… I hope you like it.”

You grinned, holding the book close. “I love it.”

Karl climbed onto your shoulder, squeaking happily.

Best Valentine’s exchange ever.

Nikolai Gogol

You knew something was wrong the second you stepped into the Agency.

Everyone was staring at you. Some with curiosity. Others cough Kunikida cough with visible irritation.

You blinked. “Uh… what?”

Dazai smirked, nudging you forward. “Why don’t you check your desk, (Y/N)-chan?”

A sinking feeling settled in your gut.

Slowly, you turned-

And froze.

Because sitting on your desk was a massive, gift-wrapped box with a tag that read:

“To My Dearest, From Your Secret Admirer (Guess Who~!)”

You felt actual fear.

“No.” You turned to the others. “I am not opening that.”

Ranpo, casually eating a snack, snickered. “Smart choice.”

Before you could destroy the box yourself, the lid burst open-

And out popped Nikolai Gogol.

“SURPRISE, MOYA LUBOOOOV!” he sang, arms spread wide.

You screamed. Kunikida almost had a stroke.

Nikolai cackled, hopping out of the box. “Did you like my present, my dear? A gift from the heart- ME!”

You stared at him in horror. “Get back in the box.”

“Aw, but I worked so hard on this!” He spun dramatically. “I even thought about filling it with doves-maybe a few fireworks, but apparently, that’s ‘too dangerous indoors’ or whatever.”

“You-” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “What do you even want?”

Nikolai grinned. “Just your reaction, of course! And to see if you’d join my villain arc!”

You crossed your arms. “Hard pass.”

Nikolai pouted. “Booooring.” Then, with a snap of his fingers, he vanished.

You sighed in exhaustion.

Then, from somewhere above you, his voice echoed:

“Check under your desk, love~!”

You did not. You simply walked away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Help! I feel the writing block coming back again. So i may disappear till then if you have any questions or requests? You know where to send them. Anyway i am going to my corner rn. Bye..

[yourstrulyrani]

how’d tf141 react to their woman on their period / in pain from the symptoms !!!!

- coming from ur bsf who’s currently cramping ♡

a/n: hope you feel better my love 🥲🤍 also i woke up to 300 followers today?! thank you all so much for taking the time to even read what i write let alone liking and reblogging. i love writing and i’m so glad that i have this blog to post!

taskforce141 reactions: on your period

simon guides you to the tub for a warm bath already filled with epsom salt to ease your cramps while he heads to tesco to get anything you need. he loves to make use of his military discount and buys you a whole cart of things. if he can, he calls off from work for as long as your period lasts, whether it’s two days or a week long. he applies a warm water bag on your abdomen to ease the cramps, laying your back to his chest as he massages your hips. “you don’t have to lift a finger love, just let me take care of you.” simon is always at your beck and call even when you’re not on your period, but in this time of the month he is even more attentive and concerned for you.

gaz loves to get you cozy during your period. he knows the warmth from your favorite blanket, your stuffed animal, and tea helps with your cramps. if he’s off deployment, he calls off any plans with the boys in order to make sure he’s there for you. he is such a gentleman, he cooks you all of your meals and makes sure your water intake is increased during this time of the month. at night, he massages anywhere you ask him to, whether it’s the aches in your stomach, the ones you have around your lower back, or anywhere else. he places a featherlight kiss on your shoulder as he speaks softly, “relax for me sweetheart. if i could take your pains from you i would.”

price stocks up on all the chocolate he possibly can from tesco before heading back home to take care of you. the thing about price is that he already knows your period is coming. in the days before your period, you’re usually more cranky than usual and you complain of the little things you normally wouldn’t complain about. as soon as it dawns on him he runs to the store to get everything and anything he can for you right before it’s here: painkillers, chocolate, snacks, pads, and anything else you need when he texts you: “hi sweet girl. at the store. is there anything you need?” he’s always a prepared man, whether it be on the field or at home with his favorite woman in the world.

soap buys your favorite chocolate/sweets in bulk, enough to last you another year of periods which he keeps in the pantry. he’s always wondering whether or not he’s doing enough to support you, so he does TOO MUCH. you reassure he’s doing as much as he can in the situation, but this man’s life motto is “happy wife, happy life” and the way he acts towards you shows it no matter the time of the month. he pays extra attention to you on your period. he hates to see you suffer this much, but he kind of loves your period because it gives him an excuse to cuddle with you even more. he’s someone who always runs warmer and this comes to your advantage when you lay on his chest as he rubs you aches away. his hands move up and down your sides, “i’ll be here for you. i’ll take care of everything, baby.”

[zwhoreo]

Luffy accidentally eating/taking aphrodisiac and reader has to deal with the results.

HAPPY 2024!!! :D here’s my longest fic ever as a celebration

can’t come down - aphrodisiac luffy x f!reader

smut with some angst

summary: thinking it was regular chocolate, you accidentally give luffy several doses of a potent aphrodisiac. now he needs you to take care of him

contains: accidental intoxication, luffy in discomfort/distress, tears, some uncomfortable sex, overstimulation, luffy and zoro in a brief sexual situation

words: 4.8k

_______________________________

It’s all your fault. You’ve hurt him, the little angel. A pleasant but burning pain, he’s attached to you, drooling on your neck and he’s been going for hours and he’s rubbing inside you ceaselessly, you’re dripping with him. He’s whimpering, this sweet boy. His eyes are blown out and hazy and he won’t stop just gazing at you, open-mouthed whimpers while he rubs inside you so deep and rough that god, you can feel it blooming and aching in your stomach, squeezed as you breathe so with every breath he moans in frustration and desire. Luffy just wanted chocolate, it’s all your fault.

______________________________

This town is seedy and dark. You like it because you can’t find these sorts of shops in regular port towns, places selling hallucinogens and fake medicine and alcohol for 100 berries a bottle. The sex shops don’t even board up their windows, that’s why you and Nami thought why not, let’s explore.

It’s not a serious shopping trip, more of a chance to laugh, tease each other, indulge in curiosity. This store’s set into the ground, beneath a metal stairway, it’s starting to rain so you two run for cover in the most interesting place.

The sex shop, which is very dim, all lantern light, is filled with things neither of you had ever seen before or thought to consider. The salesman is pushy, coming from behind the counter to try to sell you things you certainly hadn’t come there for. You laugh and walk around and whisper to each other. And even though you’re in a loving relationship these aren’t things you’ve thought to consider. Luffy wouldn’t like any of this. You would never do something to hurt or confuse him, not when you’re both vulnerable like that. But these low prices intrigue Nami who tells you that hey, why not get some cute lingerie?

“They’ve got a whole wall of it!” She points to the colorful selection of lace and silk and you do admit, it’s beautiful. It’s not something Luffy would care about really but you’d feel pretty in it, maybe. They’ve even got these cute little translucent night dresses that look so comfortable.

So you approach the salesman with your arms full of lingerie and he looks eager to be selling to two beautiful women. He keeps talking about deals and discounts, and with a little wink he throws in a special offer, with those two night dresses you’re buying you get free aphrodisiacs. Chocolate aphrodisiacs in a little white box and he keeps telling you these things are powerful. It’s a special deal, just for you. And with laughter and encouragement from Nami you say why not. You take them, even though you don’t think you’ll ever use them.

___________________________

Weeks go by. That little box, it rests forgotten in some dresser drawer. You tend to forget things at sea.

And there’s this island, more of an ocean mountain really, with jagged cliffs for beaches but there’s a small jungle on top, there might be food or resources up there. So Sanji and Zoro are going to go, and Luffy absolutely insists on coming with them. He’s all excited about it, hyper, rolling on his feet because he’s been kept away too long on the ship and he wants to explore.

But he’s not feeling quite himself. You’ve been short on food and Luffy’s had it bad, never satisfied after meals for the last couple days. That’s why this ocean mountain is the center of your universe with only the promise of a grove of mango trees, a flock of quail. So he’s begging you, pawing at your knees as you sit in bed and begging to get something to eat before he goes exploring. You try to help, maybe there’s something in a drawer, you get to your knees and dig through your dresser while Luffy crouches behind you, leaning on your back, you feel his warmth through your shirt. He’s impatient so he bites the back of your neck, tender but sharp.

You find the little box. You have no memory, in that moment, of where you got it. There’s no label, and you later think to yourself why the hell was there no label? but of course it doesn’t cross your mind right here. It’s a little box of chocolates and before you even have a chance to remember, Luffy snatches them out of your hand and says thank you and kisses you quickly on the cheek, cupping your face, his lips wet from hunger. And he sprints away, leaving you blushing, sitting there on your floor with a little smile.

_________________________

He’s beginning to feel very warm but it’s just the sun, probably. He takes off his cardigan, carrying it on his arm. His skin glistens golden in the light, a perfectly burnt brown, but now he’s going red with flush creeping from his face to his shoulders. Luffy’s breathing is irregular now, shuddering. He looks around, the trees wavering just a bit in a cloudy haze through his eyes.

“Sanji?” And he reaches for Sanji’s hand because for some reason he craves contact right now. But Sanji pulls away, feeling the layer of sweat coating Luffy’s palm. “I feel weird.”

Sanji’s eyes wander him. He can sense there’s something not right in Luffy’s stare, something dulled and far away. Something’s wrong, what’s wrong?

“Luffy?” Sanji doesn’t know what to do in these kinds of situations. “You should go see Chopper,” he says finally with his hand on Luffy’s shoulder, gingerly.

“Don’t wanna go back yet.” Luffy’s complaining despite the discomfort. And when he sees that Sanji won’t tell him anything he wants to hear, he turns and disappears into the underbrush, maybe water will help, something cold.

So he comes to this little pond, crystal clear and dappled by sunlight, there’s frogs on the lilly pads. If he wades to his thighs he won’t pass out, probably. There isn’t much care for himself in this moment, just a need to get rid of this burning. So he strips off his jeans which helps, strangely. A breeze hits his now bare body. He feels raw in a way he never has before.

That’s a yearning need to touch himself, but no, Luffy doesn’t think about that. He’s hot so he needs to get in the water. He stumbles on the rocks because his vision isn’t quite right. He shouldn’t go to his waist but that’s where the burning is. Ankles then knees then thighs, ripples lap between his legs, he’s left panting and tingling, that water is hitting nerve endings and with every wave comes friction that makes his body twitch. He wants more.

His hand flies to his cock as if by impulse, all of a sudden. There’s no thoughts now, just need, his hand rubs himself messily even though Luffy has no control, no concept of what he’s doing or why.

God, please.

He bends over a little, head down. Beads of sweat from his brow speckling the water as his whole body shakes back and forth and his muscles spasm. Frustration fogs his mind, with every pump it only stretches his skin, not enough friction, his hand is clamped down so tight that it’s doing nothing for him. He feels like crying. He hates that he wants to go home.

But this isn’t home. And as Luffy moans unabashedly this sounds like cries from pain, which they are, a bit. So it’s Zoro who hears him and without a second thought he’s tearing through the underbrush, tripping over his own feet, led blindly by his worst sound in the world — Luffy crying.

He shouts his name and crashes through the trees, he’s in the clearing and looking around desperately but what he sees makes him yell again. There’s Luffy, the love of Zoro’s life, completely naked and wading in the water of that crystal clear pond and moving sporadically as he rubs his cock, so painfully rock hard, over and over in this animalistic desperation as he cries and whimpers. He doesn’t know where he is or who’s around him and he doesn’t see Zoro.

Until he’s shoved from the side, a powerful push that sends him tumbling into the water, cruel cold water that sucks him in and starts a familiar panic within his heart that makes him forget for a moment about that burning inside him.

“WHAT THE FUCK, LUFFY?!” Zoro pulls him by his hair, shaking him, throwing him on the rocks and looking at Luffy with these stricken eyes, unable to comprehend what he’s seeing. His composure in that moment is shattered, his fists are clenched.

They’ve seen each other naked so many times. They’ve bathed and held and carried each other with nothing between their skin, it’s just how it happens sometimes when you’re that close. But this intimacy, this state Luffy’s in, it’s like nothing Zoro was prepared to see or could even really imagine out of Luffy. Something is horribly wrong.

“Zoro…” and Luffy’s taken up in his arms because no disgust or awkwardness comes before helping a friend who’s hurting. “I feel… I dunno… what’s- …”

Luffy’s voice is so slurred, his body is tense and so solid but yet somehow he’s still melting. Zoro’s finding it hard to look at him, do anything other than just sit there and hold him, uncomfortable at how he can feel that heat from between Luffy’s legs radiating and blooming condensation on Zoro’s skin. He has absolutely no idea how to even begin to approach this situation. So he’s rough and sloppy as he dresses his friend, his cardigan’s on and his sandals are on and his hat has been slammed over his eyes. But Zoro, teeth gritted, has to shove Luffy’s cock in his jeans himself because this boy is useless like this. He’s silently vowing to never talk or think about this moment again, how sticky his hands now feel, how Luffy moans as he’s touched and leans into Zoro and how his cock twitches with an overpowering need to fuck anything that’s close.

Zoro won’t think about this again. He just picks Luffy up and carries him away without saying a word.

______________________________

You’re just looking out the window. Unmoving sun, unmoving sea. You want to eat or go somewhere and maybe you should’ve begged and made them take you on the island.

Is it the island, or do you just miss Luffy?

But it’s not long before your door is kicked open, you jump, eyes wide, whipping around to find Zoro cradling your boyfriend, who looks sick. Fear shoots through you and closes your throat especially when you see Zoro’s eyes, vacant and upset and he looks dissociated, blank.

“Oh god, Luffy.” You run to him and your hands go to his face and just stroke his cheeks, he’s sweaty and burning up like he’s caught in a deep fever. “What happened?” Your eyes are wild and scared as you turn to Zoro.

“I don’t know what you gave him. Just… deal with it.” Zoro dumps Luffy into your arms and you stumble as he curls up into you, drooling all over your neck. And Zoro gives his shoulder one last squeeze and turns away, closing the door behind him, running off down the hall, somewhere where he can’t hear that crying anymore.

And yes, Luffy’s crying. You set him down on your bed, rubbing the back of his head and holding his hand. “Hey, hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Dunno what’s happening…” Luffy’s eyes are pleading and endlessly deep right now. His legs are kicking against the air and he keeps shifting around, he can’t sit still.

With his free hand he’s rubbing between his legs like he’s scratching an itch, but he doesn’t stop, your gaze follows him and oh, oh fuck. He’s got this tight, obvious hardness in his jeans. Straining so hard the zipper is shaking with tension. You’ve never seen anything like this.

Your mind is racing, this isn’t just horniness, Luffy has never been sexsick like this before.

You trace it all back and nothing was wrong when he left. Just bright eyed innocence, affection, nothing strange. And suddenly it hits you, that box, those chocolates.

Oh god. Oh my god.

You fed him an aphrodisiac. An aphrodisiac from a sketchy shop in an old-town basement, a powerful drug, just one would keep you up a whole night.

And you let Luffy eat them all.

“Lu… god, I’m sorry,” is all you can say as he crawls into your lap and breathes on your face. You take off his hat and ruffle his hair. How can you even explain this to him? He’s not going to understand. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault, I gave you an aphrodisiac by mistake.” You’re choked up. You hurt him.

“…” Luffy’s mouth is hanging open, drool coating his chin, dazed, so confused. “Hm?” His voice is even gravelier than normal.

“Those weren’t normal chocolates. They make your body… ready for sex? It’s supposed to be a fun thing. B- but I forgot they weren’t just normal chocolates! God, I’m so sorry.” You’re breaking down, you’re cuddling with him now, head on his shoulder.

“Oh.” You can’t really tell how much he understands. And his voice is quiet when he asks, “when’s it gonna go ‘way?”

“…I don’t know. I’m gonna try to help, ok? Let’s fuck for a few hours and get it out. It’s gonna be ok, Lu.”

His pupils expand when you say this, his eyes going from brown to deep black. He wants that so, so bad. He’s just sort of figuring that out now. “Heh, yeah.” He squirms in your lap, cock so hard you can feel his zipper sliding down on its own, as his breath gets heavier, this desperate ball of energy spasming in your arms.

Then he smiles. And he attacks.

He flips you onto your back and groans, hips thrusting into yours as his lips find your mouth, saliva leaking past your lips, you swallow as they part. You’re wearing these soft cotton shorts and you feel his aching cock smacking the fabric as it pushes and strains to break free from his pants with every motion. He moans so loud you know everyone can hear. Now he’s drooling again, spitting on your face because he’s lost control of his jaw, you’re winded but you grab his face and kiss him, he didn’t even know he needed this.

He falls on you now. He’s all splayed out and whining and just kissing you as if he’s been challenged, teeth and tongue working through every part of your mouth. He’s loud when he kisses, and now every breath is a groan of want.

“Undress me…” you whisper to him, grabbing the back of his neck, he seems like he’ll explode if he keeps on like this without being deep inside you.

With a strangled “Mh,” Luffy’s fingernails scrape your skin in a desperate attempt to pull off your dress. He’s ripping cloth, damn, you can hear him ripping cloth. Nothing you can do now.

But you can tell as your skin shines bare and he tears his own clothes from his body, as his sweat drenches you and that heat like a tropical hurricane all over but especially where it pools between his legs and oh you’d be scared if you looked there now, you can tell he’s about to just go in you with no thought or reason and harder than he’s ever gone before. So — and you hate to do this — you grab his shoulders. You stare him in the eyes.

“Luffy. Listen to me.”

your eyes reach his soul, he tries to look at you with anything close to coherence, he wants to follow your lead, he doesn’t understand anything right now. But there’s a hailstorm inside his mind. But he tries to listen.

“Don’t be too rough, please, can you promise?” Your voice is shaky because you’re not sure what he’s about to do. Luffy would never intentionally hurt you but he’s powerful, his body is strange, he works in ways neither of you understand. He has the power to really, really damage you and the carelessness to not see it happening. So you beg him with your eyes.

“I promise,” he gasps softly, one hand curling behind your neck, and he presses his face against your cheek, trying to harden his eyes in the gentle seriousness of the moment. Luffy is incapable of feeling sadism towards you of any kind and he’s at war with his body and the energy bursting within him right now. But he promises.

You smile and your feet rest on his hips and thighs, you feel him sizzling beneath your touch. The surface of his skin wavers before your eyes from the heat, you understand now the idea of mirages, he looks covered in amber rain even as his skin burns beneath your hands.

“Slow,” you ask softly in his ear, making Luffy whine in hunger.

There it is. What you don’t dare look at you can feel. Swollen and throbbing it feels like a whole other animal is just clawing there beneath that rice paper skin. You can feel his heartbeat in the tip of his cock as he touches you and it speeds up thousands of times in an instant. His thighs clamp around yours and his nails are sharp and Luffy groans in your ear. He’s made of nerve endings that send him twitching writhing with every tiny movement. He needs you now.

He pushes himself in and every bit of friction sends him convulsing against you, squeezing you tighter. You can feel the struggle in his muscles to hold back but that deep, tangible yearning for relief. He’s in and you’re both gasping for air. You’re not used to the size or the heat or that artificially induced power that’s overcome his body. But you’re proud of him and you tug his hair to tell him a quiet thank you, you’re ok, he’s keeping you safe.

All your touches are too much. His hips move messily against you like he doesn’t have the capacity to understand what to do right now. But he’s just going to follow that deep primal craving so he rocks into you with all his weight, crushing you again and again, eyes closed, mouth trying to find yours.

It’s the movement but also the way you’re being held. It’s a scary heaven. He’s going deep and he’s not pulling out just throwing himself against you over and over as if there’s any more he has to go. He’s whimpering and his body is shaking in need.

But he goes faster and now this is what you’re scared of, weighted rubber moves and stretches with momentum, he’s squeezing you tighter and tighter and with each slam against your body his cock buries into you so impossibly deep as his skin stretches and snaps within you. You whine and try to steady him but Luffy’s in this cloud right now. His teeth are digging deep into your neck and he’s drooling all over you, saliva dripping down your shoulder and chest.

When he cums it’s so hot it feels like lava. There’s so much of it. That relief at the slowness, liquid soothing beaten flesh, that’s heaven as you lay beneath him, wrapped in his arms. Is it over? No, no it isn’t.

But first, while he’s stunned and unable to move, you squish his face in your hands. “Luffy,” you breathe heavily into his mouth, “be more gentle. Please. You’re gonna hurt me.”

His eyes are wide and concerned. “I hurt you?” he whimpers from his swollen, shiny lips.

“I’m ok, don’t worry, just please be more gentle.” And you smile at him. That sets something off in his heart and you feel him harden again inside you.

He grins, lifting you back so you’re pressed against his chest, on his lap. And he shoves you down against him as you squirm in his arms, he rolls your hips on his as his strong hands take total control of your body, hungry eyes gazing at you with deep, immeasurable lust. From this new position he has so much control, he’s using your body for his release in as loving a way as possible, biting at your skin. You’re left to twitch in his grasp and hug him, letting yourself bask in this incredible tsunami.

The bouncing and stretching of his cock isn’t as bad in this position although you’re still impossibly full, limp in the overwhelming motion. But that heat is becoming uncomfortable, your cheek from its rest on his shoulder is covered in layers of sweat and you feel it pooling around every point of contact. He smells like burning rubber and thick, palpable sweat. His skin begins to sear your hands and you only realize what’s happening when he starts to steam. Billowing steam clouding your room and soaking you in hot, wet air like you’re in an erupting volcano. You’re not sure which gear he’s changing to and you don’t want to find out.

“LUFFY!” You yell through your haze and hit his back and it’s so hard to talk to him like this, his moans are drowning out your cries, he’s moving faster and faster and his hair and mouth and the area between your legs is already lost in clouds of white steam. “STOP!”

He yelps and rolls off of you. Your words cut his heart. You’re both drenched and your bed is soaking, your hair in your eyes dripping down your face mixed with tears you didn’t even know were there. Luffy looks confused, disoriented, he’s still steaming but it’s slowing now, his skin is dulling to its usual hue, his hair falls back over his face. He doesn’t know what to say.

“You were changing gears,” you murmur under your breath. “Luffy, that could’ve been bad.”

“I’m- I’m sorry…” he whimpers and looks down at himself. There’s still a cloud of blinding steam circling up the shaft of his cock, blooming from his tip and shimmering in droplets rolling down the red, tight skin. He looks at you with puppy eyes, needing your arms again.

You let him crawl to you. You let him place his head under your hand to be pet and comforted. He feels terrible but he feels sick, too, a sickness only cured by the deepest and most indescribable pleasure. He’s melting in your arms, as needy as when he was given to you, eyes blurry. You let him rest his head in your lap and drink in your scent, blankets tucked between his legs for the slightest friction.

“It’ll feel better if you don’t go so fast,” you say softly, stroking his wet hair. And he nods.

“Can I have more now? I’ll be better to ya. I really promise.”

His hands feel gentler now. You let him climb your body and capture you in another deep kiss. And with your legs crossed behind his back you let him fuck you again and chase his second orgasm and he’s right, he’s better now. He’s fighting with his body but he’s better.

When he cums again it feels boiling hot. It’s shot after shot deep inside you and he tugs your hair, bites your shoulder, strokes your lower stomach before moving down to rub at your clit which is incredible because he never thinks of that. This drug is making him different, his mind is overwhelmed by sex in a way it never is. Part of you likes it a lot. It’s new. It’s fun.

It doesn’t take him long before he’s hard again and dragging his cock through your walls in deep, deliberate strokes with his tongue in your mouth. Luffy is a million miles above the earth. With every orgasm his world shakes and crumbles for an instant before it’s rebuilt again in waves of desire that send him higher, higher. He’s a million miles above the earth and even as hours slip by and his body is drained again and again, he can’t come down.

__________________________

At some point the ship has set sail again. Clouds crawl by the porthole and the ocean rocks you both but you and Luffy stay in that soaked bed and get lost in each other for so long that you don’t even know what’s real anymore. You can’t tell sensation from sensation. Neither can he but he can’t come down.

There was that perfect sweet spot where you had just swam in each other in bliss and peace. You didn’t have to stop his gear changes anymore because his body had adjusted to this new universe. And you were in tune with each other. But now, now it’s bad again.

But in a different way.

Luffy is exhausted but so desperate still. His tears have started again and he doesn’t know what to do and he can’t even move and every part of his body aches. You’ve never seen him like this during sex, he’s never weak or tired. But his body is drained.

But that drug won’t let go.

“You ok?” you’re whispering, hand on his face. You lift Luffy in your arms and place him on his back. His eyes won’t leave yours, he’s starry eyed and love struck through his tears.

“Mh…” is all you can make out. He looks down at himself, his body is dripping wet and his cock is hard again, throbbing hard in overstimulation.

Every touch seems like it’s painful to him now. But he wants more so, so bad. So you place a pillow under his head, you curl up against his body, and you rub him with your hand. Your arm gets tired but you keep going for as long as you possibly can. And sometimes Luffy will open his mouth in a silent, breathless moan, sometimes his body will convulse and his cock will twitch. But his orgasms are dry now. There’s nothing left in him.

The last one, that’s when he grabs your face. With his last bit of strength he rolls onto you and clutches your cheeks in his hands and just stares at you, not letting you move, his thighs squeezing your leg. He rubs himself off on you one last time and with a final shudder he’s done. It’s all gone. It’s over.

He collapses into your arms, too tired to breathe anymore. You expect him to just sleep right there but instead he twists onto his back, batting at your face with his palm lazily, playfully. He giggles. He looks dreamy and dazed. But happy, actually. Really happy.

“Feeling alright?” You’re worried. You’re guilty, still. You’re praying nothing hurt him or made him sick.

“Mhm. Feel good!” Luffy’s beaming as if he already forgot everything that happened. He’s glowing, chest rising and falling heavily. But he tilts his head questioningly, “you?”

“Yeah. Just sore.” To which he rolls onto his elbows, kicking his legs in the air, he holds your body, he gives your hips a soft kiss. He’s appreciative, he’s so soft now, honey skin glowing in the sleepy sunshine.

But everything is wet. Your clothes on the bed next to you, the sheets, your bodies and hair. So with your arms around his shoulders, because it will be hard to walk for a while, the two of you throw on robes and step outside. You forgot the smell of fresh sea air after that mist of sex and sweat. Luffy’s heart beats against yours, calm and healthy, steady.

He sets you down and you take him in your arms, now, laying him against the mast. You take a towel to his hair, drying him, the sun on the wind sending the dewdrops you’re made of falling away from your shoulders in rainbows. You’re glittering, you and Luffy.

You should get you both some food soon, you should give yourselves a real bath, you should go and comfort Zoro and assure him that you’re both ok. But not yet. You don’t want that yet.

You avoid the eyes of the others as they pass below. You don’t want to talk about this with anyone but Luffy right now, the boy who looks like an angel resting below you, chiseled glistening body, sunlight divinity. He opens his mouth, he kisses your fingertips as you brush hair from his cheeks.

He wants to talk to you at first but he finds that his eyes are too heavy. He just yawns instead, and bares his teeth in a smile. And he holds your hand tightly with this deep, profound gratitude. You hear him whisper, beneath his breath, that he loves you.

[cherrykpawp]

Heat // Ch 1

Rating: Explicit, Mature (M)

Summary: On his way home, Yunho stumbled upon someone with a pained voice. Curiosity winning the better of him, he found you, a calico hybrid, and decided you were his responsibility moving forward. Little did you know your life would change drastically, making new hybrid friends along the way, and becoming more adventurous than your old life with new experiences.

Pairings: Yunho x reader, Mingi x reader, San x reader, Wooyoung x reader, Yeosang x reader, hinted San x Wooyoung, hinted Mingi x Yeosang, hinted San x Mingi, hinted Wooyoung x Yeosang, hinted

W.C: 7.6k

“Thank you, please get home safe!”, It was a late and cold winter night in January. Snow barely stuck to the ground after weeks of its downfall allowing easier travels home instead of praying you wouldn’t slip on any black ice. Yunho stayed for ample time in his dance studio, wrapping up his playlist for next week’s classes and ensuring everything was clean for tomorrow's lesson. 

Exhaling, he could see how cold it was from the condensation he released. It just made him wrap the scarf around his neck even tighter, he can't afford to get sick right now. ‘The guys are most likely gonna want hot chocolate as an excuse for the cold’, he thought. Luckily, there was a convenience store on the way home from the dance studio, where he could pick up some snacks too. Yunho shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged down the sidewalk, most places are closed at this time considering it’s almost 11 pm. The only places that should be open are certain restaurants, clubs, and 24/7 convenience stores. Walking into the store, the clerk automatically greeted him as Yunho became a familiar face around here. Because of that, he’d get discounts if they felt extra nice that day, and if this specific clerk was in today.

“Busy night tonight?”, the clerk asked. Yunho subtly smiled, “Very. Booked classes for the rest of the week, I’m grateful though that I only have to teach 3 of them before I’m allowed to rest for a few days”, he stated matter of factly. The clerk empathized with him before allowing him to browse around the store. Yunho picked up the guy's favorite hot chocolate with marshmallows, cough drops, tea, limited edition snacks he hadn’t seen before that he felt they would like, and hand warmers. He always thinks about the ‘what if’ possibilities as he hates getting sick, he detests it. Yunho brought everything to the counter and swiftly paid for everything, thanking the store clerk for his hard work and wishing him a safe trip home. “Tell San and Mingi I said hello”. Yunho waved his goodbyes before proceeding his way to his house. 

He’s grateful that where he lives, his dance studio, and everything he needs are near him. One of the benefits of living in a city. He didn't live in the busiest parts of the town, maybe an hour or so away from the main part of it but it has its perks. He gets to live a quiet life, well semi-quiet considering he lives with two loud beings but other than that, it was silent for the most part. It was so hushed on the way home that he could hear a pin drop, except what he heard wasn’t exactly a pin. It sort of sounded like a mewl of some kind. He glanced behind him to see if maybe he was just hearing things or a stray animal. Furrowing his brows, he steered towards the alleyway in his direction and looked in it, squinting his eyes. It was dark, hard to make out anything until he heard the mewl again, louder this time.

“Hello?”, Yunho investigated, his words ricocheting off the walls. He second-guessed why he even said hello as if a stray animal could respond but waited for a reaction or response. Yunho tilted his head and almost proceeded to walk off until the mewl he heard this time sounded more painful. Curiosity getting the better of him, Yunho pulled out his phone and turned the flash on in the alleyway. He saw a woman with her head down, looking towards the ground, hair the length of her mid back and shielding her face, knees facing away from where he stood. Her palms faced upwards on either side of her body, registering that she was breathing slowly, She kept mewling in pain, appearing like she wanted to move but couldn’t. Yunho’s flight or fight activated immediately as he rushed towards her, “Excuse me mi-”, something he didn't see from his original position was that this lady had a long tail and cat ears, adorned with black, white, and orange. She’s a hybrid and from his knowledge a Calico type. She had bandages wrapped around her chest down to her midsection and her pelvis down to her mid-thigh, her tail wrapped around her arm, and ears flat on her head. She bored her eyes at the ground towards her legs.

“Are you hurt?”, Yunho questioned, inquisitively, trying not to alarm the hybrid before him. The nameless hybrid looked up, finally making eye contact with the golden-blonde male. Her lifeless and unreadable countenance gave little away, eyes dull and sunken. She switched from eye to eye, looking back at her lap in defeat. Yunho couldn’t understand why but was determined to get her to safety as the situation seemed grave. “Are you able to speak?”, he didn't get a response right away but she nodded timidly. “Do you want to speak to me right now?”, she negated which was more than understandable. “It’s cold out here, I can’t have you sitting outside by yourself like this. Do you mind if I bring you home? It's warmer there than out here”. She raised her head back up, looking at him wearily. Her eyes were glossy, something clearly must've happened to this hybrid considering how apprehensive she was, “I know a great doctor that specializes in hybrids, I can get you some help as well as food in your stomach, clothes, and a place to sleep if you allow me to bring you there. I don’t that far away”.

The calico hybrid hesitated again before nodding, giving her approval. Yunho wasted no time pulling up his contacts and calling his very close friend who’s a doctor. “Hongjoong hyung, it’s an emergency….No, it’s not about San or Mingi but I need you to come to my house as soon as possible”.

‘Hongjoong, San, Mingi…’, jotting down the names you heard him speak on the phone. You don’t exactly know why you were so trusting of him, allowing some stranger to take you home but you had to admit it was freezing. He seemed candid and didn't smell like bad news which gave you some reason to believe he would help you. Maybe you were desperate. Embarrassed and submitting yourself to him, you evaded your eyes from him as he got off the phone. You were uneasy because of your whole ordeal, currently in a vulnerable state, exposed to about anyone and anything and this stranger was finally the one person to stumble upon you to see you like this. 

“Are you able to stand?”, the stranger asked, you shook your head. Your legs feel dead after walking for so long without rest. You're convinced that your soles were bleeding or bruised. Suddenly, warmth surrounded your body. The stranger put his coat over your shoulders, it was long enough to cover your calves if you stood. He also removed the scarf he wore and wrapped it around yours to guarantee you wouldn't get sick. The stranger turned his back towards you, still kneeling, “Please hold on to my shoulders, I’ll bring you home”. Considering he’s risking his health for you, you held on with a tenacious grip. He carefully wrapped your legs under his arms, alleviating some pain before standing up and walking with you on his back out of the alleyway. As soon as the two of you left the alleyway, a gust of wind hit instantly. You felt terrible 

like you were burdening the man with these harsh temperatures. You attempted to wrap his coat over the both of you so that he wouldn't get blasted by the cold.

“I’m okay, don’t worry about me. We’re not too far, I promise”, he appreciated you being solicitous about him. You rested your cheek on the nape of his neck, letting yourself be carried to wherever. “Sorry for not introducing myself earlier, My name is Yunho. Hopefully, I can learn yours in time”, he spoke apologetically. Another name to jot down for later.

“....Y/n”, it came out as a whisper from how dry your throat was. Yunho turned his head slightly, eventually looking back in front of him. He was shocked that you spoke earlier than he anticipated, Yunho thought he’d have to wait a while to hear it. He would’ve honestly waited for however long it took for you to get comfortable to speak anyway, his heart warmed up instantly. “Y/n. What a pretty name”, he complimented you. Yunho couldn't tell but you feigned a smile. Happiness wasn’t something you could fake, especially in the condition you were in now. But you’ll fake it just this once, still on a thin line of trust with this stranger you just met….well…Yunho.

He at least wasn’t lying when he said he didn't live that far. It took him about 10 minutes to reach home. The whole time he was walking, it was rather quiet. Probably because he didn’t want to startle you or anything, preferring that it was for the best. Yunho rang the doorbell with his forehead since his arms were preoccupied with you and a bag in his grip. Five seconds passed before the door swung open. 

“Hyung do you know how late it…..is…”, you heard a male voice at the door, not bothering to look up, loathing at your current state. “Yes San-ah, I’ll get into details soon but I need you to do me a favor and prepare a glass of water. If there's any soup, please make some. Hongjoong hyung is on his way over soon”, Yunho strolled into his house, and the male who opened the door for him closed it as soon as he brought you in. 

“What smells like spoiled fruit?”, you heard another voice emit from somewhere, a more baritone voice. Much deeper than the first voice you heard at the door. Yunho sat you down on the living room couch. You gripped his coat tighter around your body since you were in an unfamiliar setting. “I’m not sure what you mean by that, we don't have fruit lying around and I feel like I would have smelt it”, Yunho placed the bag he was carrying on the table in front of the couch, “then again you do have heightened senses so.” Yunho kneeled before you, your eyes laser-focused on him, too scared to look up at the others surrounding you. “I’m gonna get a washcloth to wipe you down a bit. After my Vet friend gets here, I'll make sure you get a real bath”, Yunho reassures you, leaving you in the living room.

“She's the one that smells like spoiled strawberries and sour lemon”, the voice of the first male uttered to the other. Your ears, if possible, flattened even more on your head at his comments, “Oh no I’m sorry. I was just letting Mingi know where it was coming from”, if Mingi was the one that asked, you could mark off this voice belonging to San. “Way to go, idiot”, the deeper voiced male scowled, causing a huff from San because he made things awkward. He should've just kept his mouth shut. A thought came across your head, heightened senses? How did they know what your distressed scent smelt like? You took it upon yourself to finally face the two men, their appearances finally making sense. 

Yunho has two hybrids; one being a black cat hybrid and the other a husky hybrid. The Black cat hybrid dressed in a black shirt that laced up from the bottom up and molded along his burly body, exposing a bit of his chest, and wore black jeans that hugged his thighs beautifully. His hair appeared so silky, almost glinting against the fluorescent lights. A side part exposed some of his forehead and a pronounced beauty mark on his cheek. His ears were just as shiny as his hair and tail which swayed behind him. The husky hybrid was on the taller and broader side, not as much in the shoulders as the cat hybrid but he was colossal. His hair had a mix of white and black, his ears and tail mimicked those colors. He also had a beauty mark, it was more pronounced in your opinion than the cat hybrid next to him, pinpointed below his eye and on his cheek by his jawline. His lips were luscious and fleshy, not chapped in the slightest. He settled for a black shirt with a dark denim-washed jacket and baggy black jeans but he was decorated with jewelry. Chains around his neck, rings on his fingers, and bracelets to match. He appeared like the more flashy type out of the two. Their looks truly humbled you, you probably looked disgusting to them feeling more distressed and eyes glossing again.

“Hey hey, don’t be upset. San sometimes doesn't know how to read the room”, Mingi put his palms out, ears flicking as he earned a ‘Yah!’ from San. “You pointed it out first, I was just clarifying”, San pouted, his tail swaying low. San forgot the cup in his hand and handed it to you, “Are you able to drink this by yourself? Do you need a straw?”

You shook your head from side to side, gratefully accepting the glass of water. Learning that San and Mingi were hybrids comforted you, the fact that they were well taken care of showed that Yunho is probably as trustworthy as he seems. Downing the glass of water instantly, you smacked your lips a couple of times, exhaling deeply. “Another?”, San asked and you timidly nodded. He took the empty glass and refilled it, he decided to bring the pitcher of water in case you needed more. You took the cup from him again, taking smaller sips this time trying not to come off as desperate. “What’s your name?”, San inquired, he positioned himself on the floor with Mingi following along. They displayed high regard towards you, distancing themselves so you’re not uncomfortable. 

“Y/n..”, announcing more confidently this time since your throat isn’t dry and allowing yourself to relax. “Sorry for burdening you with my scent, I know I don’t smell all that great..”

Mingi pursed his bottom lip, “You don’t need to apologize for that. You’re tense and your stress signals are all over the place. May I ask what happened?”, Now it’s Mingi’s turn to look foolish as you look down at the glass. “Way to go”, San mocked Mingi, his tail hitting Mingi behind his back. Mingi tried hitting him back with his tail but it could only reach so far considering he isn't a cat hybrid, so he settled for just hitting his arm. San almost started bickering until Yunho approached with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. You finally took in his outfit, he wore a cream-colored top with a buttoned V-neck shirt and black jeans. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the protruding vein along his forearm and beautifully long fingers. 

“Boys, move away from her. You're probably suffocating y/n”, Yunho scolded them but not really, imperative that you aren’t. They listened well, moving from their spot on the floor just a few feet farther from you near the TV, having you still in their sight. Can you blame them? They were curious about you. “Sorry about them, they like meeting new hybrids so if they were bothering you please let me know”, the blonde male gave you a warm smile. You attempted to give a small one back but it quickly dropped. “I’m gonna wipe your face first”, he informed you in advance.

The warm washcloth ran across your face, removing any dirt or grime that could have been on it. He made sure to get around your eyes and under your chin. You honestly wanted to purr but fought the feeling. Moving your hair out of the way, he tended to your ears and neck, thoroughly cleaning the area before dipping the cloth back in the water. “Do you mind removing the coat so I can wipe down your arms and legs? I won’t do too much since I still plan on running you a bath. It’s just to make sure you feel more comfortable”. Taking the coat off and laying it next to you, Yunho mouthed to Mingi to put it away so he could continue tending to you. Mingi put the coat away swiftly, taking his previous spot back on the ground by San.

San and Mingi noticed you had bandages wrapped around your torso and pelvis but didn’t pry, rather waiting to find out when you were well acquainted. Yunho ran his cloth over your hands first noticing the scratches on them, getting in between your fingers and wiping away at any dirt he saw around your arms, chest, and back; whatever exposed skin he could get to. He hummed slightly, in his own world as he got everything he could. Lastly were your legs and feet, you had a slight bruise on your knees most likely due to the concrete. He didn't want to press the matter until Hongjoong arrived since he was not a medical professional. The bottom of your feet were also scratched and slightly swollen, making sure to wash off all the debris to remove any chance of infection. Once pleased with his work, he got up to throw the water out and put the washcloth in the hamper. 

You sat on the couch, feeling exposed in front of two hybrids whose tails swayed behind them out of curiosity as they watched you. Your hair covered half of your face, back, and chest. Your hands were in your lap, eyes darting back at the cup and the table fixed in front of you. You weren't sure where to look or what to do anymore without Yunho as a distraction. Ears were in it’s “airplane” mode and your tail wrapped tightly around your waist, too nervous and trying to comfort yourself. Luckily, the doorbell rang and Mingi shot up to answer it, “Hello, Hongjoong hyung”, he greeted, San waved from where he sat, now looking in the direction of where Mingi and the doctor were.

“Hi kids”, he said endearingly, San smiled genuinely at the nickname. Cautiously, Hongjoong walked to where you were and pulled a chair by you, “And hello there miss”, he greeted you with a heartfelt smile. You pulled your eyes from the glass in front of you. Was everyone around here handsome? His hair was a lighter blonde than Yunho’s and similar lengths to Mingi’s but the sides were shorter. He sported a black turtleneck and brown slacks with a bracelet or two on each wrist. His ears were decorated with multiple piercings and he had such a pretty nose. “What’s your name?”,

“Y/n”. San answered jovially, making Hongjoong hum. “Thank you so much for letting me know”. Yunho returned from the restroom, sighing in relief seeing that his close friend reached in time.

“You have no idea how grateful I am for you to come and stop by. I saw her outside and couldn't leave her. I know you feel how cold it is out there”, Yunho seemed perturbed for how long you were in the alleyway. “Of course no problem. However, considering how late it is, I’m staying the night. Don’t worry, I’ll take this couch and leave in the morning. I just don’t feel like traveling home so late. The trains aren’t coming for the next 40 minute intervals”. Yunho agreed with his friend.

Hongjoong opened his case of medical supplies, reaching for gloves first and putting them on before grabbing a sterile metal pan on the table, “Now Miss Y/n, I will be examining you and asking you some questions. I know that there are lots of eyes on you right now in the room, would you like them to leave to allow you some privacy?”, he queried, placing a liner pad on top of the metal tray as he assembled all the necessary equipment for your check up. You scanned around the room, although you didn’t fully know them yet, you weren’t that uncomfortable. So you shook your head, assuring him that you were fine. Yunho had grabbed a chair himself and placed it on the opposite side of Hongjoong, arms crossed as he examined everything Hongjoong was doing.

“First things first, how old are you miss y/n”

“23”

“From what I see, you’re a calico hybrid, am I correct?”, you confirmed. “How long have you been outside?”

“About…3 months, almost 4”, you revealed, Hongjoong visibly perplexed, “you were out in this weather for that long?”, twiddling your thumbs, a small ‘yes’ escaped your lips. “How did you get in this position, Hun?”, he already gave you a nickname, how comforting. Honestly, the question itself was hard enough to answer but you’d rather answer it once than reiterate.

“My previous owner passed away” you started slowly. “They were going to take me away but I didn’t want to return to the hybrid center because I wanted to be wherever my owner was. Plus, as you may know, the older a hybrid gets, the less likely they’re chosen to get a home anyway. I didn’t want to risk that”, looking down at your hands, you closed them and placed them on your knees. “I was naive to the outside world as I was mainly an indoor cat so I easily trusted others….”

Hongjoong noticed how minuscule your voice got after that, he didn’t want to push anything out of you that you weren’t willing to share. “May I ask why you're wrapped in bandages? Did you get injured while outside?”. “No. My clothes had torn while traveling. I found these bandages after searching for food and had to cover myself some way. These are a month old now”.

Hearing this broke Yunho’s heart, he couldn’t fathom what it must’ve been like if he were in your shoes. The hybrids wore a saddened expression, ears flat on their heads. You noticed it right away and felt self-conscious. Yunho saw how you reacted, “San, is the soup done?”, diverging the attention from you so that Hongjoong could continue with questions. San immediately clocked what Yunho was trying to do, mentally slapping himself for making you feel bad unintentionally. 

“When was the last time you ate a proper meal that wasn’t scraps?”, Hongjoong hung the stethoscope around his neck, he was forbearing as he waited for your answer. “....about 2 months now”

‘I see”, Hongjoong jotted everything down, “considering you don’t want to return to the hybrid center, we’ll figure something out for you. In the meantime, I’m going to do the procedures now and take blood samples, okay?”. You hummed, acknowledging him. 

Hongjoong instructed you to plant your feet on the ground and to sit upright so he could wrap the blood pressure kit around your arm, squeezing the pressure ball. You felt it tighten and tighten before he released the pressure. Removing it from your arm, he clamped an oximeter on your finger and brought a thermometer under your tongue. Yunho kept a watchful eye on numbers, having seen this done several times for the boys, and to remind Hongjoong in case he forgot although he doubted he’d forget. He removed tools, wearing the stethoscope, and brought the metal to your chest, “Deep breaths”. You did what he asked, watching him move it to different parts of your torso and back. Hongjoong removed it and put it away. “You have a slight fever, especially since you've been out in this cold for a while. I’m glad it’s not pneumonia or anything worse so far. Your blood pressure is higher than it should but I’ll mark it off of you being stressed unless the blood work says otherwise”.

Nodding, you watched as he grabbed a tourniquet and tied it around your arm. Hongjoong wiped the area with an alcohol wipe as your vein slowly protruded before sticking a needle in it. You winced at the prick but you're confident you've felt worse. He grabbed a couple of vials and collected your blood to sample in his office later, after he was done he covered the needle mark with a bandaid. “Before I proceed with this next needle I must ask, when was your last heat?”

Sheepish, you answered him. “3 months ago”. A shocking revelation to the hybrids behind Hongjoong and Yunho. San had returned a while ago after checking on the soup, he was just naturally discreet. 

“Ah, really? That’s not good”. “Why? What will happen?”, Yunho expressed concern. “Heats are usually every other month. But with her position, stress levels, and possible trauma, her body wasn’t granting her to have one. All this means is that her next heat will be worse than what a hybrid usually experiences and it will last longer”. Hongjoong frowned, looking at his friend. “We’re going to have to decide what we’re going to do now before I administer this next shot.”

You watched the two blonde males before you waiting for an explanation. The doctor starts, “So miss y/n and Yunho. I’m going to need consent from both parties but mainly y/n. Would you allow Yunho to adopt you if the proposition was given to you? If you decline the offer, I can’t help but have to send you to a hybrid clinic but for older hybrids so you wouldn’t feel as terrible about getting adopted.”. Your heart started racing a mile a second about having to return to a hybrid clinic, “Yes, I would allow him to adopt me if it wouldn't be too much. Especially since I feel like I’m already invading the privacy of San and Mingi”

Mingi tried to play it off cooly like he wasn’t delighted to have another potential hybrid friend in the house, “you’re not invading our privacy at all, we’d love you here”, he feigned excitement as if his ears weren’t pointed up and his tail wagging ridiculously behind him. It hit San several times but he ignored his cries to relax. You genuinely smiled this time at how silly they were, now San’s tail is swaying faster because he adored your smile.

“Would you be interested in adopting y/n, Yunho?”, Hongjoong asked his friend. Yunho didn’t have to think hard about it, reverencing your wishes on not wanting to be put in a clinic. But you’d have to be the last hybrid he gets because he doesn’t have enough space after you. “Of course”, he respectfully bowed to you, displaying his gentleness for you. You bowed back.

“Great. Then it’s settled. I have the adoption papers in my case for you both to sign and then I’ll bring it to my office tomorrow to place you in the system.”. He halted the last bit of the procedures, removing his gloves to hand you the paper so you could examine the consent form and see if you agreed. You signed after reading it all, giving the paper to Yunho, signing his signature.

‘Hyung, we have a new friend’, Mingi exclaimed enthusiastically to San, causing Yunho to shake his head at them and chuckle, wrapping up the signing. 

“Trust me miss y/n”. I’ve known Yunho for a very long time, he’s the kindest spirit around and a gentle giant”, Yunho playfully brushed off Hongjoong’s sappy words, “as for those two knuckleheads over there” earning a ‘hey!’ from Mingi, “you’ll be more than entertained. They love making friends and meeting new hybrids. They have two other hybrid friends that you’ll most likely meet soon. However, I do have to let their owner know to give you some time to adapt before you meet them because one is known to be a handful and doesn’t know what personal space is. I don't want you to get suffocated by him.”, he mentioned candidly. Two more hybrids? You wondered what breeds they would be.

“For the last three procedures, I do have to check your urethra and insert an IUD. Urethra to make sure there isn’t any blockage and IUD considering I don't know how you’ll plan to handle your heat but I doubt Yunho would want kittens running around. It’s also mandatory until you are 100 percent sure you want them, then he’d have to accommodate”, Hongjoong stared him dead in the eyes, “you’d have to accommodate her”.

“Hyung, I heard you the first time”, Yunho chuckled. “I know, I just like to reiterate. Especially since she’s officially your first female hybrid. I’ll leave a list of heat hotels and prescribe suppressants in the morning to have them sent expedited the same day because we don’t know when her heat will come”.

Hongjoong put on new gloves, grabbing the contraception and an alcohol wipe. He cleaned a spot in your inner forearm and carefully inserted it inside your arm. It hurt of course but you handled it like a champ, earning a ‘good girl’ from Hongjoong. Finally, he picked up a needle full of clear liquid, releasing any air bubbles. “This is a pheromone enhancer. I wanted to do this last because she’d be more easily persuaded to do things she probably wouldn’t have wanted to do in her normal state. That’s why I asked for her consent for the adoption papers and such”, he educated Yunho since he never had this done to San and Mingi as they never needed it. Hongjoong turned to you, “It’s gonna make you more sensitive but only for a while. It will wear off in an hour or two. It will relieve any stress you are experiencing and amplify pheromones but will make the urethra procedure more comfortable. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do. But my scent isn’t that great right now, I don’t think San and Mingi want to smell spoiled fruit any longer”, you winced at your own words. ‘That’s what Mingi meant earlier’, Yunho mentally noted.

“One, they can live”, Hongjoong said abrasively yet playfully. “Two, It will return your scent to normal instantly and when it wears off it will stay normal until your levels of distress are heightened again so there’s no need to worry hun”, he smiled towards you. You were relieved, giving him an ‘okay’ to administer the shot. He cleaned a spot on the top part of your other arm, injecting it in. Immediately, your arm felt hot. “Yunho, something I need from you”, you began to purr softly, tail unwrapping from your waist and swaying behind you. Your ears were raised and your skin felt raw but in a good way.

“Oh…”, Mingi’s tail stopped swaying fast and instead lowered a bit, swaying slower. San’s tail swayed softer, inhaling the new scent you were releasing. “She…she smells of..”, San started but Mingi finished, “chocolate musk and strawberry”. You blushed at their reaction, looking at Yunho’s eyes, not bothering to tear them away from him.

“Yes hyung?”, Yunho stared back for a bit, seeing how your personality changed from one shot. 

“Get those two out of here. I’m not saying they’ll do anything, it's more so that the urethra procedure is more exposing. Bring a towel, run a warm bath for her, and prepare fresh clothes. You’re going to have to buy her clothes of course and toiletries like pads and tampons. I know you have an extra guest room, that should be hers and she’ll need a lock on her door in case there are times she wants to isolate and be by herself. She also just deserves her privacy. Her meal plan for the next week will have to be light soups, noodles, and oatmeal before you give her solids because she is malnourished. And in case her heat comes and she doesn’t want to spend it with anyone, please get her some heat toys. It is safer for her to spend her heat with someone though”, Hongjoong finished laying down a whole list for Yunho. 

He got to work right away seeing as your purring became more audible. Your tail wrapped around Hongjoong’s arm, catching his attention. He pet your head, making you lean into his touch. “Boys, head to your room, come on. You’ll see y/n tomorrow”. Mingi and San stood up, wishing you a good night before heading to their rooms. Yunho grabbed a towel for Hongjoong, gaining a ‘thank you’ from the older male. He left you alone so Hongjoong could finish the last of the procedures. A warm bath was run for you upstairs, venturing to his room to find clothes small enough for you. He felt bad, wishing he prepared better but how would he have known you'd come into his life suddenly. From his closet, he reached for a black long sleeve, boxers, grey sweatpants, and socks. He brought the clothes to the bathroom down the hall, placing them on the toilet seat; the hybrids have their bathroom downstairs but since the guest room is upstairs, you might as well share the bathroom upstairs with him. He provided an extra toothbrush for you, the one thing he was grateful for was that his body wash was vanilla scented. He didn’t like the harsh scents that were considered “overly manly” because they never appealed to him.

Yunho heard his name being called from downstairs, marching his way downstairs. Hongjoong took his gloves off and packed his tools away. “Everything’s done, her urethra isn’t blocked luckily. Again, I’ll be here on the couch and plan on leaving early in the morning to give in these samples and hand in the adoption papers. You can take her to bathe now, but make sure she eats after her bath. I don’t want her sleeping with an empty stomach”. Hongjoong pet your head again, “have a good rest sweetheart”.

“You too”, you replied. The towel Yunho brought downstairs was wrapped around your waist, Hongjoong had disposed of your old bandages from your pelvis but kept your top one on. Raising your arms, you reached for Yunho to carry you since your feet were still out of commission. Yunho gladly picked you up bridal style so the towel wouldn't slip off you. After the two flights of stairs, he sat you on the edge of the bathroom tub and locked the door behind him.

“So…”, he clapped his hands, his ears turned red.

“So…”, you repeated his words, tail still swaying behind you.

“Are you comfortable with me washing you or would you like to do it yourself? I’ll be right out the door if anything.”

“You technically did earlier, I don’t see why not”, you shrugged, no longer feeling uncomfortable. You’re not wrong but you get why he’s asking, “I’m fully aware of what’s happening you know so don’t feel uncomfortable or feel like you’re taking advantage of me”. 

Yunho eased a bit after that. “Okay. I’m going to remove these bandages now”. He grabbed the end piece of the bandage, unraveling it off your chest until it fully exposed you, chest and all. He turned around and discarded the bandage into the garbage. Yunho turned your legs to dip them into the tub, removing the towel from your waist to submerge yourself in the warm water. It reached your chest, making you want to relax deeper into it. You close your eyes and immerse yourself in this experience that you haven’t felt in a while.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now”, Yunho chuckled, he dipped a washcloth into the water and poured some vanilla body wash on it. Feeling him scrub your back felt amazing, it felt like it’s been a millennium since your last wash. Your purrs amplified even more, only because you felt content. You let him run the cloth over the front of your chest and down your torso, almost placing your head on his arm. Yunho grabbed your arm, scrubbing both of them, “am I being too rough?”

“Not at all”, Your chest vibrated, “It feels amazing”. Yunho blushed at your words, happy to see you more serene than on edge like earlier. You could see how reluctant he was to go any lower, “I could do it if you don’t want to”, grabbing the cloth out of his hand. 

“Thank you”. Yunho gathered water to pour it over your head, placing a hand over your forehead to shield your face from the water. One thing he forgot to reach for was his shampoo and conditioner. As he got up to grab it you cleaned your lower half, wanting to react but didn’t want to startle him. You were still sensitive to the shot given by Hongjoong. 

Yunho carefully washed your scalp, thoroughly getting every inch before grabbing a comb and combing from the bottom up to untangle. He’s never had hair this long but he’d rather take his time detangling it than ripping it out. 

“Yunho..”, you peeped after minutes of silence. “Yes y/n?”. “Thank you for finding me and taking me in. It doesn't feel right for me to invade your home but you never made it seem like I was a bother and you’re very gentle just like Hongjoong had mentioned earlier. I would’ve been fine with the check up from him and put back outside”.

Yunho frowned at that statement, “I wouldn’t have allowed that. Hybrid or not, I still would’ve helped you because that's just human decency. I know people in the world lack it but it’s something engraved in me since I was small”.

“That’s a beautiful trait to have. We need more of that”, your eyes fluttered, staring at the wall. He could sense something was still wrong but you’ll open up eventually he pondered. Yunho washed the rest of the conditioner out of your hair, “are you able to stand for me to dry you?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course”

“No. My feet are pretty beat up, I’m so sorry”, you felt pathetic.

“No need to apologize, seriously. I’ll take care of you till you can and so will the boys”. You’re glad your intuition was right about trusting him and lucky enough to see that he had hybrids himself. He helped you sit on the tub’s edge again, pushing the mat by it to catch the water before swinging your legs over and onto it.

Yunho grabbed a separate towel, briefly squeezing the water out of your hair, and wrapped it in it. The other towel he had prepared for you was used to dry you. “I hope you don’t mind the boxers or oversized clothes. This is all I had. We can order some stuff in the morning”. You nodded, you weren’t bothered at all by the clothes. It’s better than bandages in the cold. He dressed you quickly, admiring how the sleeves bunched so much around your arms and pants legs. He acknowledged that the pants weren’t hybrid friendly but you didn’t seem bothered. Yunho was going to brush your teeth for you but you wanted to do it yourself since it’s something you can at least do. He settled for blow drying your hair so you didn’t go to bed with wet hair.

After everything was done, he lifted you bridal style and brought you back downstairs to eat something at least. He knew brushing your teeth before eating was redundant but you had to eat. Hongjoong was dead asleep on the couch, snoring like some old man. Yunho sat you at the dining table a couple of feet away from the living room area so he could prepare some soup in a bowl for you. You admired his house layout, it was a bit bigger than your previous place but the ceilings were a little higher. Pieces of artwork were displayed throughout the house and had a nice backyard with a sliding glass door that was fenced off. The dining table was made of black and white marble so it looked expensive, you wondered what he did for a living.

Yunho came back with a decently sized portion of soup and noodles. Placing it in front of you, you thanked him and drank some of the broth first with a spoon, indulging in the rich flavor it offered. He took a seat across from you, watching you eat. You seemed so focused on the soup, eating desperately because this was the first home-cooked meal in months.

“I might have to call out of work in the morning to watch over you”, Yunho considered, he didn’t want to leave you immediately without seeing what your first day in a new setting would be like. “I wouldn’t want to risk getting income because of me”, Yunho shrugged at your comment.

“I wouldn’t be coming home until later again and I’d rather hurry and get your necessities. Plus, my other dance teacher will live without me”

Your ears rose, learning something new about him. “You’re a dance teacher?”. Yunho nodded, which explains why he’s so lean. Tall too, at least an inch taller than Mingi. “That’s interesting. I wouldn’t have imagined”

Yunho’s ears turned red, “what did you think I was?”.

“An actor”, you deadpanned, “you have such a handsome face, handsome people are usually actors”.

Yunho smiled at the compliment, “Acting was one of my dreams but dancing was always my passion and now I get to teach it”, pride swelling his chest.

“Must be lovely to live your dream”, you complimented, finishing half of your soup. 

“Do you have one?”, he questioned

“Hmm..”, you knew what it was but it was sort of unrealistic because it wasn’t a common thing, “I did like drawing growing up but my passion has always been singing. I always wanted to be a singer but it’s not common amongst hybrids”.

“Why not still do it anyways? You can sing at open mics or karaoke or write your own music. I have a friend who is a singing teacher, he can help you with anything you need”.

“Do you have friends in every job field?”, you chuckled.

“No but it sure does feel like it sometimes”, Yunho rubbed the back of his neck, “plus I don’t have that many friends, I would rather have a small group than a whole group of fake ones”. You respected that, finishing your soup. Yunho noticed the bowl was done, “would you like another bowl or are you good for tonight?”

“I’m good for tonight, if there’s more in the morning I’ll eat some then”, Yunho grabbed the bowl and put it in the sink, washing out every residue before placing it in the dishwasher. Making his way back to you, he lifted you bridal style and led you upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Inside the room was a queen-sized bed with blue sheets, a blanket and pillow set, two nightstands with a lamp on either side, a dresser, a closet, and a push-out window. “This will be your new room. We’ll get to decorate it how you want it soon but please, get as comfortable as you like”. Yunho placed you on the soft bed, slightly sinking into the plush mattress. It's been a while since you’ve laid on a bed, in a nice room and its warmth. It was hard to take in that you’ll no longer be on the streets. “If you need me, my room is two doors down, right next to the bathroom. Please do not hesitate to call me, shout even. I will be there”. Yunho had a serious look on his face, he’d risk not only his health but sleep for you if he had to. “Do you need anything before I leave?”.

You shook your head, feeling the effects of the shot wearing off. “No, please get some rest, Yunho. You've done more than enough for me”, you said honestly. Yunho gave it a second thought but he pet the top of your head anyways, “Goodnight y/n”. He turned around to walk out the door to save himself from potential embarrassment. 

Before he walked out of the room, you called his name. Yunho turned his head to face you, “Goodnight”. He placed his hand over his heart and bowed before leaving the room.

Ultimately, you were left by yourself in a foreign room that was now considered yours. Did you imagine this is a million years? No, not for a million more at least. But you’re more than grateful to have been brought in. You hadn’t called Yunho before he left to tell him goodnight, but because you wanted to sleep in his bed with him for comfort. You just couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Although you’ve been reassured many times that you weren’t invading, bothering, or being a burden to anyone, you always felt like that inside. So you planned on handling yourself independently before asking him for comfort, he’s been nothing but sweet anyway. Instead, you’re looking forward to what the next few days, months, and hopefully years will bring for you. You can’t wait to officially meet Mingi and San properly and their other two hybrid friends. You haven’t had this many hybrid friends since….

Well… that’s enough for right now. You decided to try and sleep, it's been days since you slept properly. Placing the blanket over your shoulders with your head hitting the soft pillows, you attempted to fall asleep. You’d soon realize that tonight’s sleep would shortly be another unsuccessful one.

[inkz123]

Error prolly waits a week after Valentine's day so he can get the chocolate bundles on discount.

He goes to the stores to check prices before Valentine's because he HATES how crowded it gets nearing the day.

He computes how much he can save when he buys in bulk when he does go and buy em.

And the cashiers and store clerks swooning over him cuz they think he looks so handsome but also sad and jelly cuz hes probably choosing which chocolate to buy for his "honey"

but really hes planning to buy em all for himself haha

[ticifics]

Discounted Hearts

Remus Lupin x f!reader

Summary: The 50% discount for couples seemed like the perfect excuse when you asked Remus to come along. You reached the counter, and the barista looked you both over. “Sorry, but... we can only apply the discount if you kiss. House policy,” she announced, her teasing smile dancing on her lips.

Warnings: muggle au, fluffy, no use of y/n, pre relationship

A/N: happy valentine’s day to everyone!! (it's a little funny, because here valentine's day is only celebrated in june) I hope you enjoy reading it <3333

The line at the café stretched along the sidewalk, with couples exchanging shy smiles and interlaced fingers. The aroma of coffee and hot chocolate floated in the air, and you couldn’t help but cast an anxious glance at the entrance. You were finally here, standing in front of the café you’d always wanted to visit but that was far too expensive for your budget. The 50% discount for couples seemed like the perfect excuse—or at least, that’s what you told yourself when you asked Remus to come along.

“Thanks for coming,” you murmured, trying to keep your voice casual.

“It’s not like I could say no.” He smiled—a small but genuine smile—and you felt something tighten in your chest. His brown hair was tousled by the wind, a strand falling across his forehead in a way you found utterly endearing. His brown eyes, tinged with amber in the soft evening light, were fixed on you.

You crossed your arms, trying to ignore the heat rising up your neck. “Look, it shouldn’t be that hard. We just need to look like... a normal couple.”

Remus lowered his gaze, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. “Normal, right. Easy.”

You laughed, and before you could second-guess yourself, you looped your arm through his. He stiffened for a moment but didn’t pull away. The touch felt right—natural in a way it shouldn’t have.

“There. We don’t even look like we’re pretending.” You cast a glance at your reflection in the café window. The glass was fogged, but it captured the outlines of the two of you together. The picture seemed almost perfect. “I think we look cute.”

Remus chuckled, the color in his cheeks deepening. “You’re brave for saying that. I’m just over here trying to remember how to walk.”

“I didn’t invite you to torture you, I swear,” you said with a smile, though your heart was pounding furiously. You knew he was reserved, but you’d always sensed there was something beyond his shyness—a quiet kind of connection that only the two of you shared.

The line finally moved, and you were ushered inside. The warmth of the café enveloped you, the scent of coffee and sugar heightening everything. You reached the counter, and the barista—a girl with a playful smile and watchful eyes—looked you both over.

“Sorry, but... we can only apply the discount if you kiss. House policy,” she announced, her teasing smile dancing on her lips.

The world seemed to stop for a moment. The café’s noise—the soft conversations, the clinking of cups, the hiss of the milk steamer—all faded away. Your heart raced, heat flooding your face. A nervous smile tugged at the corners of your mouth before you could stop it.

Your eyes sought Remus’s. He was already looking at you.

“So...” you began, but the word felt heavy on your tongue. You couldn’t just say out loud that it was all pretend.

Remus understood. Of course he did. There was a silent understanding between you, as there always had been.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice soft—steady, but with something more hidden at the edges.

Before you could process it, Remus lifted his hand and gently touched your face. His fingertips brushed your skin, and it felt like an electric current shot through you. His eyes were locked on yours, deep and warm like melted honey, and for a moment, the world grew small—existing only for the two of you.

The kiss started timidly. His lips brushed yours with a lightness that barely felt real. A whisper of silk, hesitant and unsure, like he was stepping into something unknown. But then, almost imperceptibly, the kiss changed.

The touch became more certain. There was something neither of you dared name but couldn’t ignore any longer. He leaned in a little more, and the world around you disappeared. The café, the line, the barista—none of it mattered. Only the warm, soft taste of Remus, his fingers grazing the line of your jaw, and the too-rapid thudding of your heart.

When your lips finally parted, both of you were breathless. Remus didn’t pull away. Your faces remained close—so close that you could feel the warmth of his skin, the tip of his nose almost brushing yours. He looked like he was about to lean in again, his eyes darkened with an intensity that made you shiver.

But then he stopped.

“Kiss accepted,” the barista declared, her grin even wider. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you two.”

You blinked, reality rushing back like a gust of cool air. An uncertain smile spread across your lips as you tried to catch your breath. Remus lowered his hand slowly but didn’t fully let go.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you walked to a corner table, away from curious eyes. The warmth of his touch was steady, as if he didn’t want to let go.

You sat down, and the silence between you felt different now. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It was full of everything that hadn’t been said.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly, your eyes drifting to the faint scars that marked his hands. You’d always thought they were beautiful—a part of the story that made him who he was.

Remus looked at you. His smile was small, shy, but so genuine that it made your chest ache. “Yeah. I am.”

He slid his hand across the table to yours. His fingers laced through yours with a softness that felt devastating. The touch was firm yet gentle. Like a promise.

And it was real.

For a moment, neither of you moved. All that mattered was the warmth of your joined hands, the exchanged glances, and the silence filled with unspoken meaning.

Remus looked at you again, and the entire world seemed to narrow to this one moment.

“Maybe...” He stopped, as if searching for the right words, his eyes diving into yours.

You waited, heart beating faster, but you didn’t rush him. You knew Remus well enough to understand that he was someone who thought before speaking, someone who didn’t say things lightly.

“Maybe we should...” He bit his lower lip, a soft blush already staining his cheeks. “Maybe we should kiss again. But, um... not for a discount.”

The smile you tried to hide fought its way out. It was the kind of thing only Remus would say—awkward and adorable. You had always liked that part of him—that genuine shyness, as if he was constantly surprised to be cared for.

“Oh, sure,” you teased softly. “Then, why?”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze dropping briefly to your still-entwined hands on the table. “Maybe... because I liked it,” he admitted, his voice so low it almost got lost in the background noise of the café.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but you didn’t look away. There was something about this moment—not nervous or embarrassed, but filled with a tenderness too precious to break.

“Remus,” you said softly, and he lifted his gaze immediately, his eyes locking onto yours again. “I liked it too.”

For a moment, no words were spoken. But no words were needed. The silence was filled with everything you understood about each other.

Remus lightly squeezed your fingers between his, the rough calluses of his skin sliding carefully against yours. “I think... I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” he confessed. “About you.”

The air felt lighter, softer. And somehow, more intense.

“Funny,” you murmured, leaning slightly over the table. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

His smile appeared slowly, like something he’d been holding back for too long and was finally letting escape. And suddenly, it felt as if all that pretending, that little theater for a discount, had opened a door you were both ready to step through.

“So, if I wanted to kiss you again...” Remus began, his voice soft and hesitant. “Now... would that be weird?”

A gentle shiver ran down your spine, but the smile that spread across your face was immediate, natural. “Not at all.”

He hesitated for just a second before standing and walking around the small table. His warmth seemed to wrap around you before he even sat next to you. Now closer, the outside world faded even further away.

“Okay,” he murmured, his brown eyes meeting yours, his breath so close you could feel its warmth against your skin.

Remus leaned in slowly, and the kiss that followed this time was different. There was no same shyness or doubt as before. It was tender and, at the same time, eager, as if he were pouring months—maybe years—of unspoken thoughts into that moment.

You smiled against his lips, and you felt the soft curve of his mouth respond to yours. There was a lightness, almost a silly happiness, in the way Remus’s lips explored yours, as if you were both discovering something that had always been there but now made sense in a new and brilliant way.

When you finally pulled apart, he let his forehead rest against yours, his eyes closed for a moment.

“I should’ve brought you flowers,” he murmured, as if speaking to himself.

“Flowers?” you asked, your tone soft but filled with curiosity.

Remus opened his eyes and leaned back slightly, the blush staining his face again. “It’s... it’s Valentine’s Day, after all. And I—well, I wanted it to be special. Because, if we’re going to date...” He paused, as if wondering if he had said too much.

“Date?” The word danced on your lips, and you saw his blush deepen.

“I—um. I mean. Only if you want to, of course,” Remus quickly continued, his fingers moving nervously over yours. “But I really... really want that.”

The tenderness you felt was almost overwhelming. You held his fingers, intertwining them again, and gave a gentle squeeze.

“Remus,” you said, and he finally looked at you. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

The smile that appeared on his lips was small but filled with a happiness that made your heart flutter.

He lowered his gaze to your hands, as if trying to absorb everything that had just happened. “Still,” he murmured. “I wish I’d done everything right. Flowers. Maybe a proper dinner.”

You let out a soft laugh and, on impulse, leaned in to place a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You already did everything right.”

Remus smiled, the warmth in his eyes brighter than any bouquet could be. He leaned a little closer, and for a moment it seemed like he was about to kiss you again, but something made him pause.

“I’m not dreaming, right?” he asked, his voice so soft it seemed almost afraid of the answer.

“No. This isn’t a dream.”

He took a deep breath, as if storing the moment deep in his soul. Then, with a simple and sweet gesture, Remus wrapped an arm around you, gently pulling you close.

“So, our first date was at a café,” he said with a mischievous smile. “Is there anything more romantic than a 50% discount?”

“Classic romance,” you agreed, laughing