#i got this and was immediately concerned and looked back at the valentines ask like

[cloudcountry]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Malleus, Jamil, Leona, Vil, and Idia x Fem Reader, where A mix-up with Valentine's Day gifts leads to Reader receiving a gift meant for the character in question, and the confusion might lead to an unexpected confession?

SUMMARY: you get a gift that was meant for the student you like, and the contents spur you to action.

COMMENTS: so usually its them getting jealous of you being courted but i decided hey its YOUR turn to be jealous. good luck!!

im a firm believer that anyone who says getting jealous when youre not dating is weird is the weird one. like obviously you'd be upset, you wanted to be with them and you're not. of course you feel bad. it's okay to feel bad??? like thats literally so normal. you dont have to be like "oh ofc im happy for them!!" like you can BE SAD. its okay.

You stare blankly at the box of chocolate in your hands, the gift crammed into your desk haphazardly. At first, you thought it was for you—that’s what anyone would assume, right? Except...the note on top of it is not addressed to you, but rather, the guy you like. It makes you wonder if this is some joke, or if one of his friends wanted you to deliver it for him. You pick at the heart sticker sealing the note shut and peel it open, taking a peak of the contents.

Your eyes wide and your heart lurches in your chest, panic and annoyance roaring like red hot flames as you read what sounds like a genuine confession of love. Someone had their eyes on him? How did you never notice?

Was it weird to get jealous? I mean, he’s not even dating you yet...you don’t even know if he feels the same way. You can’t deny it doesn’t feel good that there’s another student trying to woo him, though. You’ve been so scared up until this point, so nervous about what he might think, but the clock is ticking. You’ve got to tell him before it’s too late.

Leona cracks open a single eye when you softly knock on his door and enter, shutting the door behind you. With the look on your face, you’ve got something very serious to tell him.

“Woah there, herbivore. You look like someone died.” he yawns, flopping on his side as his tail flicks lazily behind him, “What’s got your face all twisted up?”

His eyes dart to the heart shaped box in your hand and his ears twitch. You look apprehensive—his smirk only grows when he realizes you’ve brought him an offering. How sweet.

“I like you. Romantically.” you blurt.

The second you say it you think about how many other ways you could have said that exact thing and sounded way smoother.

“Yeah, I figured as much. So you came to confess? I feel the same.” Leona yawns again, feeling a bit mischievous as he turns him back on you and yanks the covers over his head, “Well, goodnight then.”

“What...What the fuck, Leona?” you sputter, and he starts laughing harder than he’s ever laughed before.

Jamil wasn’t expecting to receive anything today. You can tell he wasn’t, because the second you walk into Scarabia his eyes go wide when he sees the chocolates and note. You don’t hand it to him though, and that makes him pause.

“Did something happen?” he asks softly, searching your face for an answer as you stare him down.

“I like you.” you blurt, and Jamil’s ears start to ring.

I like you...?

“What?” he clears his throat, shifting on his feet, “Sorry, did I hear you right?”

“Yeah. Yeah you did.” you reply immediately, as if there’s no room for doubt whatsoever.

“Oh.” he says, thinking a million thoughts at once and simultaneously nothing at all.

“Well? How do you feel about me?” you ask, and your voice shakes like you’re scared.

Jamil doesn’t know why you believe there’s room for doubt.

“I feel the same.”

And he smiles.

It's obvious that his words are awkward and reserved, but you know he doesn’t mean it in a bad way.

Vil’s pretty brow furrows in concern when he sees how upset you look, your whole body wound tight like you’ve never been so tormented in your life. You poor thing...you look so stressed out. He whisks you into his arms and into his room, where he sits you in front of his vanity and insists you tell him what’s wrong.

“These were on my desk.” you tell him, handing him the gift, “I can’t stand the thought of someone else confessing to you first. I wanted to tell you before it was too late.”

Vil reads the note in silence. He admits it's sweet, but it reads more like fanmail than an actual confession. He places it on the vanity and looks back at you, a tender look in his eyes.

“My dove...I love how bold you are.” he takes your hands in his, and goosebumps shoot up your arms at his gentle, perfect touch, “But you had nothing to worry about. I am yours.”

“I’m sorry, what!? Some extroverted rando wanted to confess their feelings to me!?” Idia shrieks, face twisting into a confused scowl, “Is that some kind of joke?”

You furrow your brow, a scowl of your own on your face as he jumps to the conclusion that it’s a joke.

“You’re really attractive Idia, you know that right? You’re handsome and smart and kind too!” you snap, feeling personally insulted by his assumption, “Don’t assume it’s a joke! I’m taking this very seriously!”

You toss the chocolates on his bed and hand him the note, crossing your arms over your chest. Idia reads through it but he doesn’t seem happy, his scowl planted firmly on his face.

“I don’t believe it.” he huffs, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, the note crushed in his fist, “Someone’s planning a prank on me.”

“Idia Shroud!” you kneel in front of him, placing your hands on his.

You don’t miss the way his hair flares pink.

“I’ll let you know that I like you very much! And I’m not joking with you one bit! I have never been more serious in my life!” you huff, squeezing his hands as you stare straight into his eyes, “So stop acting like anyone who loves you is foolish!”

Idia opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, the pink flames creeping up into the roots of his hair.

That’s enough of an answer for today.

“Child of Man...you mean another confessed their affections for me?” Malleus grumbles.

He’d looked so excited when you walked in with a gift in your arms, but the second he learned it wasn’t from you his eyes narrowed and his lips pulled into a pout. Was it raining outside now...?

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean. But...if I’m being honest, I don’t like it.” you huff, placing the gift on his desk, “I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours in return. Someone else having you doesn’t sit right with me.”

Oh, suddenly it’s sunny out. Huh. Wonder why that happened.

You slowly turn to look at Malleus.

 Sure enough, his lips are pulled into a bright smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he reaches for you.

“I’d be your everything if you’d let me” he croons, tucking you into his chest.

TAGLISTS -> leona's napping buddies . . . @loser-jpg @vivigoesinsane @dove-da-birb

-> jamil's jewels . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

-> vil's spudlings . . . @cookiesandbiscuits @vivigoesinsane @dove-da-birb

-> idia's player twos . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

-> malleus's most trusted . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @rosalianel @dove-da-birb

[nmhdreamscape]

you've been caught! ✧ l.dh (valentine's gift series)

pairing | haechan x fem!reader

content | fake dating!au, accidental confessions?, fluff

word count | 828

request | haechan + 12

notes | tysm for the request @kiszjuli <3 go read her valentine's series, it's amazing!!

your arrangement with haechan was simple. he was to accompany you as your boyfriend to family gatherings to stop the endless attempts from your mother to set you up with waves of her friends sons. in return, haechan got access to mountains of free food and all the love and support your family could provide. it was a win-win situation.

that’s how you found yourselves in the position you were in, sat outside your aunt’s place, discussing when you were going to see all your other friends next. the main part of the dinner had been particularly stuffy, some family drama bubbling over. you needed a breather. that’s when haechan escorted you outside to get away from it all. he sure as hell had the fake boyfriend thing down pat. maybe because he was such a good friend to begin with?

you had trailed off on a tangent, some crazy story about an encounter you and one of your friends had had. haechan wasn’t really listening though, instead opting to look at you in a way he had found himself doing more frequent as of recent. try as he might, he just couldn’t dismiss his feelings that had been growing over the past couple of months. and now that he was acknowledging them, he didn’t really know how to hide them all that well. and that’s exactly how he landed himself in this predicament. 

“why are you looking at me like that?” you teased with a smile on your face. you had noticed him looking at you weird a couple of times now. you had to finally call it out, jokingly of course. haechan’s eyes widened at being caught, beginning to nervously tap his fingers across his thigh.

“like what?” he questioned you back, eyes not really coming up to meet yours fully.

“like you love me.” you gasped dramatically, ending your sentence with a loud laugh, hands coming up to cover your mouth. however, you quickly noticed that haechan wasn’t laughing along with you. instead, his eyes were trained to the floor, ears bright red. you immediately stopped laughing, eyes going comically wide at the realisation you had inadvertently figured out the reason behind his gaze.

“holy shit! you’re in love with me.” you gawked in disbelief, mind still processing everything that was going on. “you promised you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” you added, voice softening as you looked at him in concern.

“i lied.” he muttered, still not having the heart to look at you to properly gauge your reaction. he had been caught, and at the worst time too. he knew you didn’t return his feelings, why would you? you had made it clear from the beginning you weren’t looking for an actual relationship. the silence between the two of you wasn’t helping his doubts. it was a rejection, plain and simple, and he wasn’t going to stick around for anymore of it.

“well, i guess i better leave then.” haechan said plainly, eyes finally coming up to meet yours. his were glossy, as though he was about to cry. your expression became panicked, worried that you had upset him. you were just taking time to process everything, including the fact that he returned your feelings. you quickly moved in front of him to block his exit.

“aren’t you going to ask me?” you queried, arms crossed over your chest. 

“what?” he looked at you confused, not really in the mood for any more jokes.

“ask me why i look at you the way i do.” you asked quietly, moving closer towards him. haechan made no effort to step away, letting you invade his space. you peered up at him, searching his eyes. despite it all, he still looked at you the way he was looking at you before, full of love. 

“y/n…” he whispered and that was all it took. pulling haechan down by his collar, you pressed your lips together in a kiss. he stood stark still for a moment, in disbelief that you were kissing him. before he returned your movements, hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he kissed you back. he hadn’t even considered this to be a possibility, making a note to pinch himself when this was all over just to be sure it wasn’t a dream. so absorbed in your kiss, both of you failed to hear the door opening and one of your cousins sticking their head through the door.

“hey! lovebirds! come back inside, dessert is being served.” the two of you froze, realising you had been caught. after staring at each other for a moment, the pair of you burst into laughter, you opting to hide your reddening cheeks in haechan’s chest. haechan stepped away and offered his hand to you. you took it happily, interlacing your fingers as you walked back inside. you were looking forward to attending the rest of this dinner with a real boyfriend this time around.

valentine's gift masterlist

[bxllxebxtch]

wife~

No warnings, it's a fluff. Valentines day special!

"Babyyyy" Billie called out as cooks in the kitchen. "Yes, love?" you respond as you walk towards the kitchen. As you reach in the kitchen you lean on the wall admiring how pretty Billie looked, her skin soft and kissable. "Can you hand me a cloth Ma'?" Billie askes softly, her voice low and gentle. A soft hum of breeze flew through the window, our curtains opening slightly. "mhm" you answer softly, as you rummage through the drawer looking for a cloth. You pick out a white cloth and hand it to her "thank you Ma' " she says softly, a smile spread across her face. As she wipes the kitchen counter you gently hold her waist from behind, your finger tips against her soft skin making her giggle softly.

"You're so cute when you giggle.." you murmur as you nuzzle your face into her neck, taking in her vanilla sent. She leans into your gentle touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips "I need to clean Ma' " her voice is low and gentle. You whin like an spoiled, cuddly puppy "pleaseee" you beg. She giggles softly, then she spins around cupping your cheeks "you're lucky so cute" she says making you smile and blush. "i have a question" you ask gently "will you be my girl?" you say innocently. She nods smiling gingerly "Well get ready, i have a small valentines surprise for you..." your voice is low almost like a whisper "ok" she responds. almost immediately going to change.

15 minutes later

She comes sown the steps with a big baggy top and a cargo pants, her hair flowing like a waterfall on her back. "damn" you mumble under your breath. "come here love.." you say, your voice sweet like a bee's honey. She walks towards you and as she does you hold her by her waist and pull her into a sweet kiss. Her lips are pink and soft, the kiss is gentle and passionate. You slowly break the kiss "i love you so much" you murmur making her smile. "i love you too baby" she responds. You both leave the house and enter the car and begin to drive.

10 minutes later

You both arrive at the park, the tall tress swaying and dancing in the breeze. Your gaze is loving and kind "stop looking at me like thatt" she teases as blush creeps up her neck. You giggle at how cute your girlfriend was being, you hold her hand tangling your fingers with hers. Damn her hands were so soft. She sits on the blanket that was already spread perfectly on the grass. You watch how beautiful your girlfriend was, how perfect and kind, how cute and gentle, how perfect she was. You sit next to her a tender smile spread across your face. As you sit she lays her head on your lap, letting you play with her long hair "baby, i also have a small surprise for you..." she says, her voice dove like. Your gaze is loving and sweet-tempered on her as she gets up "can you stand for me mamas" her voice is low but tranquil. You stand up in front of her, confused "yes, love?"

She looks...nervous and kind of...scared "what's wrong?" you ask concerned. "ok so um...i-i've been thing about this f-for a while" she stutters on her words a bit "take your time love.." you say a angel like smile painted on your face. Finally she spoke as she knelt and got on one knee, pull out a small red box. "wait..no..b-bils" tears fills your eyes as she slowly opens the box revealing a gold diamond ring.

"will you marry me?"

The words spill out her mouth, leaving you in happy tears "i-i-i" you stutter as you could feel your heart racing. "Yes, yes, yes!" say say happily, as she gets up you jump into her arms She spins you around her own tears filling her ocean blue eyes. "I love you so much..." you say, your voice cracking with emotion. "I love you more, you're finally my wife..." she smile as those words escape her soft, pink lips. Your hands gently cups Billie's cheeks as you kiss her lovingly, filled with joyousness and happiness.

[little-jana]

"Caffeine and Affection"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2k

Warnings: excessive caffeine consumption, but otherwise pure fluff

Summary: For Valentine’s Day Spencer surprises you with a very special bouquet!

a/n: requested: yes! Thank you very much, hope you enjoy it!

The BAU ran on coffee.

At least, most of it did. Hotch practically had a coffee IV, Rossi wouldn’t touch anything under espresso-level strength, and even Spencer—who could rant about the adverse effects of caffeine for hours—drank coffee when cases ran late.

But you? You were different.

Your fuel of choice came in cans, not cups. Whether it was soda or energy drinks, you always had something sugary and carbonated in your hand. It had become part of your identity—something the team liked to tease you about but ultimately accepted.

Spencer, however, took a particular interest in your habit.

“You know,” he had told you one day, watching you crack open yet another can, “the excessive consumption of sugar and caffeine can lead to increased heart rate, insomnia, and dependency.”

You had grinned at him, unfazed. “Sounds like a problem for future me.”

He had sighed, shaking his head. “Future you is going to be very disappointed in past you.”

Despite his concerns, he never actually told you to stop. If anything, he seemed intrigued by your preferences—often asking which flavors you liked best, what brands you preferred, and even quizzing you on why you liked soda over coffee.

It was… cute.

Spencer had always been the kind of person who paid attention, but when it came to you, it felt like he noticed everything.

Which was why, on Valentine’s Day, when he approached your desk with a nervous expression and something hidden behind his back, you immediately knew he was up to something.

“Spence?” You tilted your head, setting down your can of soda. “What are you doing?”

His lips twitched in that shy, almost awkward way he did when he was nervous. “I, uh… got you something.”

Before you could respond, he revealed what he had been hiding.

It wasn’t flowers. It wasn’t chocolates.

It was a bouquet. But instead of roses or lilies, it was made entirely of your favorite sodas and energy drinks, all carefully arranged and tied together with a big, bright bow.

You blinked. Stared. Opened your mouth. Closed it.

Then, finally, you burst into laughter. “Oh my God, Spencer!”

His ears went a little pink. “I read that people appreciate personalized gifts, and I know you don’t really drink coffee, so I figured this was a more… suitable alternative.”

You reached out, taking the bouquet from him with wide eyes. It was surprisingly well put together—each can securely fastened with ribbon, the entire thing looking both ridiculous and oddly adorable.

“This is—Spencer, this is amazing.” You grinned up at him. “Did you make this yourself?”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had to look up a tutorial. It took longer than I expected.”

You could just picture him sitting at home, carefully arranging cans of soda into a bouquet, meticulously tying them together with absolute precision. The thought made your heart swell.

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, squeezing tightly. “You’re the best.”

Spencer tensed for half a second before quickly melting into the hug, his arms wrapping around you just as firmly. “I’m glad you like it.”

You pulled back slightly, grinning. “Like it? Spencer, this is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”

His smile was small but full of warmth. “Then it was worth it.”

You looked down at your wonderful bouquet and then back at him, your heart hammering a little harder than usual.

Maybe it wasn’t just the caffeine making it race.

[qrrieterisunnq]

Long distance gestures - Nico Hischier

the swiss love charm au

NICO!HISCHIER X AINSLEY!HUGHES — WARNINGS: nothing just sweet pure content — SUMMARY: Nico arranges for a Vancouver bakery to deliver Valentine’s cake to Ainsley and Freya. Freya insists on calling Nico to thank him, and during the call, Ainsley feels the undeniable pull of his charm, even from thousands of miles away. — WORD COUNT: 2,7K PART OF THE SWISS LOVE CHARM AU

Ainsley isn’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day. It is just another day to her—one filled with pink-and-red displays at the grocery store and overpriced flowers. She has already decided to spend the evening watching cartoons with Freya and Quinn while ignoring the steady ping of romantic posts flooding her social media.

“Why is there even a holiday for this?” she mutters, balancing Freya on her hip as she shoves a stack of mail into the drawer by the door. “It’s all just an excuse to sell cheap chocolate and bad greeting cards.”

Quinn, whom is stretched out on their couch with a bag of chips resting on his chest, raises an eyebrow. “You’re just bitter because Freya’s the only one who’s ever gonna get you a Valentine.”

Freya’s head perks up at her uncle’s words. “Made Mommy a card! Hearts on it!”

“See?” Quinn says with a smirk, gesturing to his niece. “Freya’s got you covered.”

Ainsley rolls her eyes but kisses the top of Freya’s head with a tender smile. “Thanks, sweetheart. At least someone in this house loves me.”

Freya giggles and leans up to give her mom a huge sloppy kiss on the cheek. Before Quinn can make another smart comment, the doorbell rings.

Ainsley glances at Quinn, frowning. “Are you expecting anyone?”

“Nope,” Quinn says, shoving another chip into his mouth, his brows furrowed in confusion and concern.

Sighing, Ainsley shifts Freya onto her other hip and opens the door. A delivery man is standing there with a white box tied with a bright red ribbon.

“Ms. Hughes?” he asks, consulting the clipboard in his hand. His chest is lifting heavily probably from the amount of time he spent in the elevator to get to their floor.

“That’s me,” she says slowly.

“This is for you. Happy Valentine’s Day,” the man says before handing over the box and heading back to the elevator

Ainsley wants to shout at him but it is too late. The doors of the elevator are already closing after him. She shuts the door, staring down at the box in confusion.

“What is it?” Quinn asks, sitting up on the couch now, his curiosity clearly piqued.

“I have no idea,” Ainsley mutters, setting the box on the counter and waiting for Quinn to join them.

Freya is taken into Quinn’s arms, her little hands reaching eagerly for the ribbon. “Open it, Mommy?”

“Hold on,” Ainsley says, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulls the ribbon loose. Lifting the lid, she freezes. Inside is a heart-shaped cake, beautifully decorated with pink frosting. The words Happy Valentine’s Day, Ainsley, and Freya are written in elegant script across the top.

Quinn let out a low whistle, leaning over her shoulder. “Looks like someone’s got an admirer.”

Ainsley shoots him a sharp look, her cheeks heating. “It’s probably just…” She trails off, unable to come up with a reasonable explanation. Because actually, she has none.

“Maybe Jacky and Luke sent it?” she tries, but she knows if it were her younger brother’s they would do something crazier, and by the look Quinn gives her, she only confirms it.

Freya bounces on her uncle’s hip, pointing at the cake. “Can eat? Pleeease?”

Ainsley ignores her brother’s knowing smirk as she reaches for her phone, already suspecting who the sender might be instead of her brothers. She taps out a quick message.

Ainsley - Did you send us a cake?

Her phone buzzes almost immediately.

Nico - Maybe. Do you like it?

Quinn is peering over her shoulder now, reading the message with a grin. “Nico?” he asks, far too amused for her liking. Not that Quinn likes the idea of Nico sending his twin cake but he can’t say it isn’t a nice gesture.

“Shut up,” Ainsley mumbles, but her lips betray her with the tiniest hint of a smile.

Freya tugs on Ainsley’s sleeve, her eyes locked on the cake. “Can eat now, Mommy?”

“Hold on,” Ainsley says, shooting Quinn a warning look as he snickers. “Go wash your hands first, Freya.” Quinn carefully puts her down ruffling her hair.

Freya huffs but obeys, scurrying off to the bathroom. The moment she is out of earshot, Ainsley turns to Quinn. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m starting.” Quinn leans back against the counter, arms crossed. “The guy’s in New Jersey, and he’s still out here sending Valentine’s cakes? That���s some dedication for someone you’ve only met twice.” Even though he’s making fun of it he’s not keen on this idea of Nico’s.

“It’s not like that,” Ainsley says quickly, though the warmth creeping up her neck betrays her. “He’s just… being nice.”

Quinn smirks. “Sure. Because it’s totally normal for a guy to ship a personalized cake to someone he’s just being nice to.”

Ainsley groans and turns her attention back to her phone. She taps out another message.

Ainsley - Freya is very excited, by the way. Ainsley - Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.

His response comes almost instantly.

Nico - I wanted to. She’s a great kid. Nico - And you deserve something nice today too.

Ainsley stares at the screen, her heart doing an annoying little flutter. She is so distracted that she doesn’t notice Freya returning, her hands still a bit damp from washing.

“Mommy, show Nico card now?” Freya asks, holding up the bright pink paper covered in glitter and heart stickers.

Quinn snorts. “This is gold.” But the thing does something to his heart. Seeing his niece being this comfortable around a guy she met only twice makes him a little uncomfortable.

Ainsley shoots him another glare. “Freya, honey, Nico’s in New Jersey. We can’t exactly hand-deliver your card.”

Freya’s face falls for a moment before she brightens up. “Show him on phone!”

Before Ainsley can argue, Freya climbs onto the chair next to her, holding the card up toward the phone camera. “Look, Mommy! Picture for Nico!”

Quinn, who is utterly useless, bursts into laughter. “You’re doomed.”

Ainsley sighs but can’t bring herself to say no to Freya’s excited smile. She snaps a picture of the card and sends it to Nico with a quick caption:

Ainsley - Freya insisted you see her Valentine’s masterpiece. Ainsley - Prepare for glitter.

Nico doesn’t waste any second and replies almost immediately.

Nico - Tell Freya it’s perfect Nico - And it made my day. Nico - But now I feel bad I didn’t give her a card either.

Freya, who is watching over her mommy’s shoulder, furrows her brows.

“He likes it, Mommy?” she asks, completely confused about all the words on the screen.

“Yeah baby he does,” she ruffles her hair with a soft smile. Seeing her daughter this happy makes her happy.

“He likes it! Uncle Quinn, you hear? Nico likes card!”

Quinn ruffles her hair with a grin. “I heard, kiddo. Looks like you’ve got a fan.”

Ainsley groans, burying her face in her hands. “You’re both impossible.”

But even as Quinn teases her and Freya bounces around the kitchen, Ainsley can’t help sneaking another glance at her phone.

Ainsley - Thanks again

She types, hesitating for a moment before adding, Ainsley - You didn’t just make Freya’s day. You made mine too.

The response is simple, but it makes her heart skip.

Nico - Good. That’s all I wanted.

It isn’t much, just a few words, but Nico can picture Ainsley reading them, maybe rolling her eyes, maybe smiling without meaning to. He doesn’t know her that well yet, but he knows enough to guess she probably isn’t used to someone making an effort for her.

Freya, though—Freya makes it easy.

His phone buzzes again, and when he glances at the screen, another picture of the glitter-covered Valentine’s card stares back at him. It is crooked, the stickers are placed haphazardly, and the words To Nico! are written in Freya’s wobbly, oversized letters.

He huffs out a quiet laugh. She made him a Valentine’s card. A fucking Valentine’s card.

And now he kind of wishes he had thought to make one too. Even though it is a childish thing.

Shaking his head, he runs a hand through his hair and opens his camera roll. He scrolls until he finds what he is looking for—a picture from last week, snapped on a whim. It is a shot of the Hudson River at sunset, the water painted in streaks of pink and orange, a few buildings silhouetting in the distance. He took it while he was walking home from dinner, not really thinking much of it at the time.

Now, though, it feels like the right thing to send.

Nico - Tell Freya I owe her a Valentine next year. Nico - But for now, this is for you both. Nico - Since you made my day too.

He attaches the photo and hits send.

It isn’t a cake, which they already have. It isn’t a stuffed animal or something Freya can hold in her tiny hands. But maybe, just maybe, it is enough to remind Ainsley that he is thinking about them—even from thousands of miles away.

His phone buzzes again a few seconds later.

Ainsley - Freya says, ‘Ooooh, so pretty!’ Ainsley - And thank you. It’s beautiful.

A slow warmth spreads through Nico’s chest. He doesn’t know exactly what he is doing, or where this is going, but he knows one thing for sure.

He isn’t just thinking about them today.

He thinks about them every damn day.

Quinn - You knew about Nico’s Valentine’s surprise?

Quinn doesn’t have to wait long for a response, considering in New Jersey, is nine pm and Jack is phone addicted.

Jacky boy – What surprise? Jacky boy – Luke doesn’t know too.

Quinn sighs at that and shakes his head. Jack is not as sly as he thinks he is. Of course, he knows about this and so does Luke.

Quinnifer – Jack Rowden Hughes, you knew! Quinnifer – You little piece of shit!! Quinnifer – Why the hell you did not tell me?

On the other side of America, Jack is lying on a couch with Luke, both laughing at their angry older brother. They had known for about two months now that Nico id planning something to surprise Ainsley, they even helped him.

They knew if they told Quinn, he would fly out of his skin. He is sometimes too overprotective of Ainsley. Not that Jack and Luke aren’t, hell they didn’t like the idea of Nico having a crush on her, but they know him, and they trust him.

And Nico knows he can’t fuck up. He is kind of scared of Quinn when it comes to Ainsley. He heard how he is when it comes to his twin sister.

Jack just shakes his head at the overprotectiveness and types out a quite long response.

Jack boy – Because you are acting like a fucking psycho when it comes to sis.

As soon as he sends it, his phone rings and his brother’s face pops on the screen. Jack groans annoyed which makes Luke look over at him. Luke's eyes roll back when they see Quinn’s face.

“Pick it. You know he won’t stop.”

“Hello there, my dear brother!” Jack says with a cheesy smile.

“What the hell?” Quinn whisper-yells, looking around himself to make sure Ainsley isn’t nearby. “I swear to Stanley Cup if you helped him-”

“Okay, Q. Shut it! We didn’t like the idea from the beginning, but hey, Nico isn’t like the asshole.” Luke says annoyed by his brother’s overprotectiveness.

“Yeah, I know. It was kinda nice of him. You should see Freya; she even made him a fucking card,” He shakes his head pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I don’t like the idea of some man being like this after he met her only two times.”

“That is really nice of her,” Jack says his heart melting over his favorite niece. Before he can say anything else his sister’s voice startles him.

“Quinn! Are you serious?” Ainsley’s head pops on the screen, her eyes full of disbelief. “You are way too overprotective. And you two, thank you for helping him. It was nice of him and you.”

“You are welcome, gorgeous.” Luke winks at her, a blush coating her cheeks.

“Anyway, I and Freya are going to call Nico to thank him. And you, young man,” she looks at Quinn with furrowed brows. “Stop it!” with that she angrily walks out of the room, leaving her three brothers alone.

Annoyed by Quinn’s overprotectiveness she walks inside her room, where is Freya impatiently waiting for her mom so they can finally call Nico.

“Mommy, call!” she shrieks and makes a grabby hand at her mom.

“Minute baby! Mommy has to change her clothes first,” she says while she stands in front of the wardrobe, thinking about what she should wear.

“Mommy!” Freya whines kicking her legs as she lays on her back.

“Okay! Mommy doesn’t need to change.”

She doesn’t even know why she thought about changing, it isn’t like she needs to look good in front of Nico.

As she sits down, Freya climbs on her lap, her tiny hands reaching for the phone she is holding in front of them.

“What do we say when Nico pics up baby?”

“Hello, Nico!” Freya giggles as she watches her mom click on Nico's contact and FaceTime him.

It takes a few seconds before Nico’s face pops on the screen and Freya giggles from excitement.

“Grizzly!” she shrieks, her face being the only thing Nico can see.

“Freya!” Ainsley gasps in disbelief, while Nico only laughs at the nickname. She takes the phone from her daughter’s hands and rests it against the pillow so both of them can be seen. She grabs Freya’s shirt when she almost falls face straight down on the bed and sits her on her lap. “We don’t say things like-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Ainsley is interrupted by Nico’s laughter. “I kinda look like one.”

“You like card?” Freya asks, crawling from Ainsley’s lap closer to the phone, this time her nose and eyes taking over Nico’s screen.

“I love it,” he smiles when he hears the sweet giggles coming from her small mouth. “Freya, would you mind moving back a little bit so I can see your mommy?” he asks, grinning when Freya nods her head and moves back on Ainsley’s lap. Ainsley soothes the hair from her daughter’s face away, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“You should see her face when I picked her up from preschool and she told me she has a surprise for you.” Ainsley giggles, her eyes not leaving Freya whose attention is now on her stuffed bunny.

“I can imagine that.”

“Anyway, thank you again for the cake. It was delicious, right Fre?” she nudges her shoulder to get her attention.

“Yes, yummy.” Even though she answers, her attention does not leave the bunny for a second.

“Well, I am glad you liked it. But the credits go to Jack and Luke.” He says shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I know,” she giggles, sitting more comfortably. The conversation between her and Nico takes another hour or so before she excuses herself that she needs to batch Freya and feed her.

It is when she’s just sitting on the couch that Quinn comes to her with chocolate in his hand and a nervous smile on his lips.

“I am sorry sis. I know I was acting like an asshole, but you have to understa-” he rambles out, standing in front of her.

“I do Quinny. It’s just annoying how overprotective you are.” She sighs, snatching the chocolate from his hands. A giggle leaves her mouth when Quinn jumps on her, tickling her sides.

“Stop it!” she giggles, squirming under Quinn’s body. “Quinifer!”

“Okay, okay.” He says between laughs, rolling down from her.

“You know she called him a Grizzly?” she says after a while, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Really?” he chuckles, pride swirling through his chest. “Well, he kind of looks like one.” Ainsley glares at him, but the playful smirk on his lips softens her and she smiles.

But he is handsome Grizzly.

[selarina]

Gojo Satoru who’s working undercover at a florist shop. He doesn’t know much about flowers, but he hardly thinks it matters, for this obscure florist shop had remained unvisited since he got here a week ago.

It’s nestled in a quaint corner in the city, hardly noticeable — its inconspicuousness being its very shield as it conveniently found itself in the direct eye line to the building he was assigned to watch.

He thinks Yaga might have sent him here out of spite really, but also he thinks that anything could happen, and he would hate it if he was right so he played his part, if only to thwart the satisfaction of Yaga's potential correctness.

And to really hone it in, it starts raining, the clamorous beats of the rain runs on the roof akin to a cascade of hard stones, ensuring that no soul would venture in at such an hour.

Then, like a shifting scene in a play, the bell above the door chimes, and you enter. You flit through with a slew of apologies about your wetness and the rain. And frankly, you’re really pretty so he couldn't care less about the clean-up.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, a practiced smile forming, one he knew appealed to many. "Hey," he says, threading a casualness into his tone.

"Hi," you reply, gracious in demeanour as you offer a nod to your accompanying greeting.

You bend down, carefully balancing your closed umbrella against the door's ingress, before your eyes start wandering, scanning the shop as you advanced toward the counter.

"How can I help you?" Gojo inquires, upholding the same practiced smile, despite his unfamiliarity with the florist's etiquette.

"Right. Um — I need some roses,” you say, mirroring a smile — courteous and formal. His discerning eye catches a wave of shiver that passes through you. He wishes to offer a coat or warmth of any kind but it remains unfulfilled; he had nothing.

“Of course! Any preference in—" And then his eyes flit to the rose section — stashed with only red today. "Color...?" he concludes, somewhat disjointedly.

Amusement twinkles in your eyes, as they come to meet his. "Well, red, I suppose?"

"Red it is!" he quips, moving with haste as he rushes to get them. He reaches for a fist full of the bunch, promptly placing them on the counter before him.

He catches you staring at the other flowers as he works, your drenched appearance only seemed to amplify how pretty you seem to look.

He smiles, as he talks again, breaking the silence, “So who are these roses for? Parents? Sister? Grandmother — Aw, she's not sick, is she?” He frowns, with a look of pity and you stare back with your eye brows raised — concerned and cautious.

As your silence persisted, he made another attempt. “Um, or are they for a friend?”

An internal chant commenced — Please don’t say boyfriend. Please don’t say girlfriend. Please don’t mention a partner. Please. Please. Please — but he knows he’ll do nothing of it. It’s odd, really. This senseless chase of his.

"Actually," you say, your tone finding a precarious balance as you squint in response. "They're for my boyfriend."

“I hope he dies,” the mutter that leaves his mouth is immediate, and shocking even to him.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "What?" you blurted.

Acting swiftly, he retraced his words with fluidity, “I hope he likes... the flowers,” he recants, like the liar he is.

A pregnant pause ensues, a silence ripe with tension.

"Right. Thanks," you managed, your mask of politeness only slightly marred by the odd exchange.

"For valentine's day, ah? Perfect choice," he quips again, with a smile as fake as his enthusiasm.

You don't know what it is that prompts you to speak up but you do. "More of an apology, actually," your tone softening as the confession escaped your mouth.

He responded with a mere hum, as his attention resumed its focus on the flowers before him.

A few beats pass.

"Should you really be working here this late?" you ask casually, your gaze assessing the store for another person, a mentor perhaps. "You seem young."

"Well, you're young too," he retorted. "Should you be out here at this hour?"

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. "Nah, Mom's going to kill me, but young love and all that. Sacrifices must be made."

Something twinges inside him — will he ever experience this? Young love? Does he even want to?

"Well, I hope this guy appreciates the gesture if you're going through all this trouble," he adds.

"Yeah, fingers crossed." Your chuckles fluttered after your words nervously.

His fingers reached for satin ribbons, his hands moving deftly, crafting delicate arcs to bind the bouquet tightly.

He held his hand out to you with the bouquet now, wrapped in a simple gossamer wrap, "Well, here you go. I hope they do the trick."

"Thank you," you responded, reaching for your purse. "How much do I owe you?"

"Just a moment," he finally says, disappearing into the back of the shop. He returns with a small card, slipping it into the bouquet with practiced ease. "Here you go."

"Thanks again," your smile was a touch more authentic than the first time.

He smiles, and waves you a little goodbye as you make your way out after paying him. The rain seems to be cleared out and you start making the trek down to your boyfriend's place. And as you walk, there's something within you that nags and nags and urges you to do it.

You pick up the card placed inside the bouquet by the peculiar man you just encountered.

You turn it over, and you notice flowery calligraphy presenting a number, alongside a message: "In case your boyfriend doesn't appreciate the roses. Call me :P"

You could only laugh out loud, like a madman on the street. The sheer audacity of it all.

However, you don't seem to realise how you end up pocketing the card instead of throwing it out at the nearest bin.

Part 2

[punksyeet]

- Lovesick ❥

Plot: When a sickness bug ruins his Valentine’s Day plans, Jimmy makes it his mission to help his lady feel special regardless.

Warning: Mature language & fluff! <3

A/N: happy belated v-day friends! please excuse how late i am to the party, as the flu has been kicking my ass for over a week now. also, don’t mind any errors or lack of attention to detail in some parts. this sickness took away any attention span i had left in me. 🥲

anywho, i hope you all enjoy this one. she’s a tiny one compared to my others, but we love her regardless! 💌

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“Well Miss Gianna,” my doctor begins, walking back into the room after leaving to run a few tests. Covid, strep, and flu to be exact. “It turns out your instincts were correct. Your flu test came back positive.”

My heart drops at those last six words.

Positive? For the flu? On Valentine’s Day?

I let out a deep sigh, running a hand through my hair.

“I know the timing isn’t ideal,” he continues, intertwining his fingers in front of him. “But please understand that your health comes first.”

I nod slightly, my eyes fluttering closed. “I understand, Doc. Would you be able to send some medication over?”

“Absolutely,” he responds. “It’ll be ready at your pharmacy as soon as tomorrow morning.”

I nod again. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replies sweetly. “Take care, alright?”

And with that, he’s out the door.

I sit there for a minute in disbelief of my bad luck, before climbing off of the examination chair and putting my jacket back on.

When I reach my car, I immediately FaceTime Jon.

When he answers and pops up on the screen, he’s sat at a table taping something, a gorgeous smile on his face.

J: Hey, beautiful.

I smile at the compliment, pulling out of my parking spot.

G: Hi, my love. What are you up to?

J: Not much, just helping twin decorate his place for T before she gets home. Where you headed?

G: Aw, that’s sweet. She’s gonna love it. I’m headed home now.

J: Gotchu. Where you coming from?

My smile fades and I take a deep breath.

Get a grip, Gi. It’s not your fault. He’ll understand.

G: Urgent care.

He raises an eyebrow and a concerned look comes over his face.

J: Urgent care? What you was there for? Baby, you alright?

I shake my head, biting my lower lip.

G: Relax, Jon. It’s nothing too serious. I tested positive for the flu.

He just kind of sits there for a second, disbelief written all over his face.

J: You’re fuckin’ joking, right? You messin’ with me?

G: I wish. I felt like shit when I got up this morning and ran right to the doctor, knowing how much shit is going around. I called you as soon as I left.

J: Fuck, man.

He throws his head back and runs a hand over his face.

G: I know, babe. I’m sorry.

J: Nah, baby, don’t apologize. You ain’t get sick on purpose. The timing is just…

His voice trails off and I nod in agreement, resting my head back on the headrest when I reach a red light.

G: I know. That’s what I said.

He sighs and strokes his beard.

J: Aight. I guess we’re gonna have to work with what we got.

I pop my neck back, giving him a mean mug.

G: Boy, are you insane? You’re not coming anywhere near me.

J: Like hell I ain’t. Bae, you’re sick. I gotta take care of you. Do right by the woman I love.

G: Jonathan-

J: Nah, I don’t wanna hear allat. Lemme finish up here and I’ll be home in a bit, okay?

I sigh, running a hand through my curls, knowing that as hard as I try, I’m not winning this argument.

G: Okay. Fine.

J: Aight. Love you, mama. I’ll see you soon.

G: Okay. Love you too.

And with that, he hangs up.

I let out a deep sigh as the streetlight turns green, allowing me to turn onto the highway.

** Jimmy’s POV **

“Was that sis?” Josh asks, walking back to the island from the bathroom and taking a seat. “Everything good?”

I nod, licking my lower lip. “Yeah, man. She’s got the flu.”

His jaw drops in shock. “Fuck, man. You serious?”

I sigh, nodding. “Yup. She’s driving home from the doctor now.”

“Damn uce,” he replies, his attention turning to a banner. “Whatchu gonna do about tonight now?”

I shrug, shaking my head. “No idea. I had dinner reservations set and everything.”

He sucks his teeth. “I’m sorry, bro. Maybe you can rain check?”

I narrow my eyes, shaking my head. “Nah, I still gotta do right by her. I’ll come up with something.”

He nods, nudging my arm. “Whatever you need uce, I gotchu. Just let me know.”

I smile, nodding slightly. “Preciate you, man.”

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in my head and I turn back to my twin with a smirk.

He looks up at me and his expression immediately fades. “The hell you lookin’ at me like that for?”

“Big Jim has an ideaaa!” I sing, hopping out of my chair at the island.

Josh groans in response, placing his head in his hands. “Five words the world fears most.”

** Gianna’s POV **

“Guess he’s not home yet,” I mutter to myself, pulling up to Jon and I’s place and seeing an empty driveway.

After pulling in, I shut off my car, grab my things from the passenger side, and head up the pathway to our home.

With one swift motion, the front door flies open and so do my eyes.

There’s balloons and flowers everywhere.

Soft music echoing throughout the house.

The deep and warm scent of vanilla takes over whatever’s left of my sense of smell.

“J-Jon?” I call out, closing the door behind me and stepping further into the house.

“Welcome home m’lady,” he replies in an awful French accent, suddenly appearing in the doorway to the kitchen.

I chuckle in reaction to his goofiness and look around. “Babe, what is all this?”

He walks over and taking my stuff. “I refuse to let some stupid ass sickness ruin our night, baby. Today is all about love. Lemme show you how much I love you.”

I dramatically stick out my bottom lip as he pulls me into an embrace, rocking us back and forth and kissing my hair.

“Jon please,” I plead, stepping back. “I don’t want you to get si-“

“Shh,” he interrupts, pulling me back in. “You’re ruining the moment.”

I playfully roll my eyes and he chuckles, cupping my face and kissing me.

I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss back, my worries fading away the second we make contact.

“Cmon mama,” he orders, taking my hand and placing my stuff down on the couch. “Dinner will be ready soon.

“You go ahead,” I assure him, letting go of his hand and heading upstairs. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods and heads into the kitchen.

The dress I bought while shopping with T last week is too pretty to go to waste.

And if I can’t leave the house, it’s time to play dress up I guess.

I freshen up with a quick shower and slip into the silk, followed by a little makeup and hair action.

“Goddamn,” Jon coos when he sees me, after looking up from what looks like pasta sauce cooking on the stove. “Look at my girl.”

He lifts my hand and twirls me, a gorgeous smile on his face as he admires my body.

“This dress was originally for our date but,” I reply, soothing out the torso part. “I figured why let it go to waste when you’ve worked so hard on this too?”

He smiles and takes me into his arms, pulling me in by my waist.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he asks in between kisses to my jaw.

I giggle and lift my head, his beard tickling my skin. “I know, I know. And I love you too, baby. So much.”

I hold either side of his dreamy face and pull his lips to mine, softly smiling in the kiss.

He pulls away with a “mwuah” sound and takes my hand, leading me over to the dining table.

The rest of the night includes a candle light homemade dinner featuring our favorite wine, a steaming hot bath with rose petals, and gift giving on both sides.

Me to him, a silver chain to go with his favorite bracelet.

Him to me, a Cartier love ring that I’ve been eye-ing for months.

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The next morning, I wake up to a bright ray of sunshine peeking in through our curtains.

With a groan, I turn over and nuzzle my face into Jon’s neck.

He responds with a pair of big muscular arms wrapped around me extra tight and a kiss on my temple.

“Mmm morning,” I greet him as best I can, before placing a light kiss on his jaw.

“Mornin’ ba-“ he’s interrupted by a fit of coughs.

Flemmy, raspy coughs.

My eyes fly open and I sit up, an amused expression on my face.

He glares up at me, shaking his head. “Don’t say it.”

I pucker my lips to the side with a smirk before laying back down to whisper in his ear. “I told you so.”

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[dropitpunk]

touch starved earth-42 miles morales headcanons

earth-42 miles morales x gn!reader

cw: just fluff and pure miles.

he didn't need skinship or romantic intimacy, didn't crave constant affection and definitely couldn't see himself being with a clingy or touchy partner.

that was until he met you.

it took a little while to be used to you, to your presence being so persistent in his life. he would see you and immediately be confused, nervous and scared as to why he could only think about holding your hand.

you had to work your way through miles' walls, build your relationship slow and steady even if you were aching to smother him in all of your love.

"you want me to do it for you?" you asked, already holding a first aid kit in your hand with a concerned expression. miles gulped, he could feel his head throbbing and by glancing quickly at his reflection before coming to your house, he knew the cut in his forehead was ugly.

"yes." he answered shyly. you smiled in a gentle manner and got to work, not wanting to comment on the way his hands twitched.

you were careful to not make it hurt more, and you didn't ask how he got injured while you were in the process. miles looked thankful, and even though he flinched the first time you touched his face, you could feel his fingertips caressing your forearms, slow and tentative.

after that moment, he was more receptive to your touch, subtly starting it whenever he got a chance.

"want me to hold your hand? could be dangerous." he would say before crossing the street. there really was no need, it was dark outside and there were no signs of cars in the area, but he still wanted to feel your hand holding his. he would hold your hand until you got home, only letting go when it was time to say goodbye.

and your goodbyes were much longer.

a soft kiss on your lips and a long hug before miles had to get back to his mom.

he would whisper sweet promises to your ear about your next date and leave with a happy smile on his face when you seemed excited, his body still burning with the want to be close to yours.

miles didn't let you breathe when you two were in public, an arm resting around your shoulders at all times or his fingers on your thighs, drawing circle absently while he listened to you talk about your day.

he would spoon feed you ice cream and play with your hair while you drank milkshake, kissing the back of your free hand every two minutes.

when you had a sleepover, miles would bring you to his chest and hum to the songs playing on his speaker, holding your waist while the other hand toyed with the bracelet he got you for valentine's day.

he would trace your face with his fingers, kissing your nose and your cheeks sweetly and calm. his guard was low, he trusted you to be so close to him.

"i like feeling you here. you ground me, mi tesoro," miles whispered in your ear and you smiled at him, bringing your hand to his face. he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, slow breathing hitting your wrist.

"thank you for allowing me in," you said back, voice full of affection and almost palpable love.

he didn't know he needed all of it until he had it.

uncle aaron said he was distracted these days, but it was for a good reason.

[mrs-kodzuken]

good day! i saw that your requests is open soooo~^^ can I request an iwaizumi x manager reader where they've been in a secret relationship since they're first years (idunno how oikawa doesn't know, but he just doesn't 🤣)...

and when the volleyball team had their reunion after so many years the reader just goes to iwaizumi and kiss him and be like, “what? i thought you all know..” 🤣🤣🤣

thank you! and i love your works so much! ^^~

First year, first love ♡

Pairing: Aged up! Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader

WC: 2.1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, friends to lovers, clueless!oikawa, a little background to give this fic more oomf, aoba johsai manager!reader, volleyball team reunion, iwa being literal the best boyfie, valentines flashback is italicized

note: my first request!! i hope you literally love this, i jumped up and down once i got this haha, if you have anymore please let me know!

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I stared at Haijme, tracing the soft features of his face with my eyes while he slept. I couldn’t be anymore in love with this man. After knowing him since literally forever, it was like he knew me from the back of his hand.

Which is why the longer I stared and sighed contently against him I knew he’d wake up. Being with him was easy to me, it was breathing at the point.

I could still remember the day that Haij asked me out our first year. It was the cutest thing ever but he was such a wreck because of how nervous he was.

It was different seeing that Iwaizumi also got as nervous as I did when I was around him. Compared to then, he’s very different now. With him working as an athletic trainer and being on top of his game in every aspect of his life, he’s very different.

However, I still love this Iwaizumi but sometimes I miss the nervous wreck, friend Iwa.

All morning Iwaizumi has been such a wreck. I mean, I get that it was Valentine’s day but my goodness. He’s dropped his pencil three times already and it’s only second period.

“Iwa? What’s going on with you?” I whispered my question to him, peering curiously with concern.

He locked eyes with me and then looked away as quickly as possible, which was very strange for my friend.

“Nothing, (Y/n).”

My eye twitched, we never tell lies to each other.

Something was definitely up with Iwaizumi today, and I decided right then and there that I’d figure it out by the end of the day.

It wasn’t like he was trying to avoid me or anything but the way that he hadn’t spoke that much to me was a given of my theory.

I walked through the halls and smiled at the decorations for Valentine’s day.

I’m pretty sure our student council had helped make the paper decorations of hearts and spirals to hang from lockers and classrooms. I thought it was so creative because personally, I loved holidays no matter the kind.

The thought struck me like a lightening bolt, ‘what if Iwa got a Valentines gift that made him like someone?’

That could not happen, like ever.

As long as Iwaizumi and I have been friends, I don’t think he would up and leave me because of that? I mean, I baked him homemade cookies—the kind that he loves. He wouldn’t just up and like someone because of something they got him?

Suddenly, my mood had switched and I immediately was focused on knowing his answer. That would be easy since Iwaizumi continued to practice volleyball with his friend, Oikawa. They asked me to be the team manager and since Iwaizumi was my friend I agreed.

I couldn’t help but to impatiently wait for the time to pass by so I could finally get Iwaizumi alone to talk to him. Once the bell rang I immediately got up, almost tripping over my own feet, to find Iwa before he got changed for practice.

I already cringed at the thought of everything he received today from some other first year girls. I’m sure mine was better.

I couldn’t help the wrong feeling of jealousy that filled through me. It was weird and didn’t happen often, especially with me thinking about my friend—best friend, Iwaizumi.

Finally, I caught up to him and found him looking as frantic as me whilst I was trying to find him. It was a sight to see and I didn’t know how to comprehend it. It was so unlike him.

"Hey, can we talk?"

I could tell he tried to mask the nervousness up with trying to seem unbothered but I saw through it. However, just those four words were enough for me to feel nervousness as well.

I nodded my head, too afraid to speak just in case I wasn't in control of my voice.

Iwaizumi leaded me around the gym, towards the backside where no one could see, which made me even more nervous. I knew what went on back here, I just didn't think it would ever happen to me.

I gathered myself and stepped along with him until we came to a stop. That's when my brain decided to make me pay more attention to my surroundings. A breeze blew through us a bit, moving my hair.

It was a cold day but the sun was out shining as if it knew what was today was. I could hear how the grass had crunched when we walked to where we are now.

"What did you need?" I hesitantly asked him, a part of me knowing and wishing he will say what I think he will.

"(Y/n), I'm just going to get straight to the point. I like you. I have liked you for a long time but only realized my feelings now. I won't pressure you into liking me back but I know we have this honest is the best policy thing going on since forever ago and I wanted to keep true to that."

Iwaizumi's cheeks were blush red and he couldn't look me in the eyes after saying that. However, my heart couldn't be more content after hearing those specific words from him. It felt like everything was right again and I knew what was in his head.

"This isn't pressuring me Iwa, I like you too. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I really love our friendship and didn't want to ruin it." I confessed to him as well, pouring my hopeful heart out right back into his.

I didn't realize until after our confession that the baggie I packed his homemade cookies in was stuffed into his pocket with a little bit of it hanging out.

I couldn't help but smile and watch as he showed me his hand that I also didn't realize was behind his back this entire time.

"Here. I bought this for you since you made me my favorite."

I giggled a bit, overjoyed that he bought me something, nonetheless it was a stuffie and not just any stuffed animal but my favorite.

"Thank you, Iwaizumi. I love it so much." I thanked him and pulled it close to my chest. It was definitely getting a name and being set on my bed when I got home.

"You're welcome. We should head on now." He cracked a smile and I was glad that everything between us worked out now. Well, almost everything. I wasn't sure what to call us yet.

Iwaizumi waved me bye so he could go change into his practice uniform while I put my stuffie in my bag then caught my breath so I felt good walking in.

The shoes squeaked on the floor as I walked in and I immediately apologized to my upperclassmen because I'm not ever late and it felt like I had disrespected them.

I take my job seriously ever since Iwaizumi joined the volleyball club with his friend Oikawa and had asked me if I wanted to be the manager.

"Are you okay? You and Iwa-chan are never late to practice." Oikawa asked me, eye brow raised and peering at me like he wanted the answer I didn't want to say.

"Oh yeah, I had a couple things to do and such. I didn't know Iwaizumi was late too. I think you should practice serving today, Oikawa." I nervously chuckled and picked up my managerial clip board, trying to change the subject whilst trying to keep my face from flushing.

"Hmm," was all I got out of him before he decided to practice his drills and of course serves.

After a day or two, Iwaizumi and I had agreed to go on little dates first and know each other on a relationship level instead of friend level. This was also because we both thought starting our relationship on Valentine's day was cringe.

Just the thought of how we got together still makes me swoon at nervous Iwa but also smile at how alike we are.

I shifted comfortably against him, trying not to move so much to make him wake up or anything. My arm traveled to side ways hug him, his warm body is what always makes me kick the covers off at night.

However, me trying to not move so much to not wake him up fell in vain because I felt an arm tighten around my waist.

"Good morning, honey." I said to him cheerfully, I loved waking up with him by my side.

"Mornin, love." His gruff morning voice spoke out against my neck which sent delightful shivers down my spine.

"We should get ready sometime soon, I think it might be brunch time soon." I commented, already planning out what I'm going to wear and what time I think is socially acceptable to show up.

Our graduating class is having a reunion and our volleyball club reserved a special place to meet up and of course I was invited to both events.

"I know, I just missed you in my dream." He sighed, trying to pull me even closer than I already was to him.

"Yes but you said you're eating breakfast and all, so." I wiggled my way out of his presence and decided to go use the bathroom and do all of my necessities whilst in there.

I knew Hajime was going to eat breakfast because he's very strict about what and when what kind of nutrients were going into his body. However, me? Not so much. From time to time I do decide to workout with him only to improve my self image. However, over half of the time I don't need to just from the way he compliments me.

By the time I was done and dressed, Iwaizumi was ready to go with the keys in his hand and a smile on his face at my outfit.

"You look stunning, love. I can't wait to see everyone." He said before kissing the top of my head and leading me out of our house and into the car.

I was pretty happy to see everyone even though most of us had caught up with each other on socials here and there.

Entering the reserved building, my blood was pumping to see everyone and rekindle again.

"Go find your buds, I want to go talk to Mattsun," I ushered Iwaizumi off and tried to find my best friend that I was super close to besides Haijme in high school.

It was a loud space since it was all men here in one smallish room. There was a banner, drinks, food of course since it was brunch, and plenty of seating. That's when I found Mattsun and rushed over to hug him.

"Fancy seeing you around these parts," I exclaimed after crashing myself into his side.

"Oh yeah? Samesies." He threw his head back to laugh, something he always did.

I got caught up in a conversation with him and suddenly it shifted to talking about Hajime and I. Mattsun was really the only volleyball member that talked about mine and Haij's relationship and I just assumed that everyone else didn't care that much to speak about it.

"It was nice catching up with you, (Y/n). Keep me posted on some new things!" He winked after I said I'd be going to visit the rest of our class which was weird, I didn't have any new things going on.

I found the man I was looking for and smiled, "Hey, I'm gonna go find the rest of my high school girlfriends and see if they came. I love you, honey." I pecked a small kiss on his cheek and he nodded and kissed my forehead in acknowledgment since he was in the middle of a conversation I accidentally interrupted.

Suddenly, the room was so silent that I could hear a literal pin drop.

"What?! Since when were you guys together?"

"(Y/n) just kissed Iwaizumi and he kissed her back?"

"Wait, you guys didn't know they were together?"

"How long have you two been dating?"

Lots of questions got sprang out of plenty of the teams mouths as my eyes widened in the sudden volume change of the room.

"I think I'll leave you to deal with that, honey. Bye!" I scampered out of the room but not before hearing Hajime try to reason and ask if they really didn't know.

That would be awfully hilarious if they seriously didn't know.

However, one thing I didn't know was that there was a small box that outlined Haijme's pants pocket until Mattsun sent me a snap chat video of it. That almost made me choke on my food as I put two and two together of him saying to keep him posted on new things.

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a/n: This was my first request!! I hope I did good and thank you so much for saying that you love my works! It made my day haha!

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The Concert - Yandere!Marcus White x Younger!reader

summary: Marcus seizes an opportunity to join you at a concert, but gets jealous when he realizes you have a crush on the lead singer. Marcus does what he has to to make sure you go home with the right guy tonight.

warnings: alcohol use, non/dub-con touching, kissing and fingering, age gap (15-ish years), possessiveness

requested by: @wicked1will0sparkles

Ever since your first day at Cloud 9 when you had met Cheyenne, the two of you barely went anywhere without the other.

You two were close in age, always had weekly sleepovers and you had been right by her side when she took the pregnancy test that ended up positive.

So you were completely devastated when she bailed on your sacred, long-anticipated plans for Bo of all people.

“Cheyenne, come on! We bought these tickets like three months ago and my parents won’t let me go alone!” you whine, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration as you lean against the lockers.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but Bo needs me right now! Who else is gonna hype him up before he gets on stage at Kenny Roper’s bar mitzvah?” she explains with a frown as her hand rests on her bulging stomach.

“Ugh okay, I guess I’ll just sneak out and hope my parents don’t notice,” you shrug.

After Cheyenne walked away, you shove a hand into your locker and feel around for your blue vest, tugging it out angrily.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” you hear a voice ask from behind you. You look to your side, then slightly up, where Marcus White stood next to you with his arms crossed across his broad chest, a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh, I was just supposed to see my favorite band tonight, Shattered Hearts. Chey and I were going together but she had to cancel,” you explain sourly.

“Oh man, I love Shattered Hearts!” Marcus exclaims with a dopey grin.

Truthfully, he'd never listened to the band before. But he wasn't going to miss out on his chance to spend an entire night alone with you.

After you both finished your shifts for the day, you parted ways. You had planned to meet at the small downtown venue once you got changed and ready for the night.

Later on, you gleefully rummaged through your closet, trying to pick out the perfect outfit. Shattered Hearts' lead singer, Tommy Valentine, would be front and center like always so of course you planned on wearing a Tommy-inspired outfit. Ripped white tights, short shorts and a low-cut top (covered by a long coat) and your favorite jewelry pieces to complete the look.

You went for a heavier makeup look than usual, as Shattered Hearts was in the pop-glam-rock vein. It couldn't hurt, making yourself look a bit older and hopefully catching Tommy's eye if you could get close enough to the stage.

"I'm going to the concert with my co-worker tonight so don't worry, I'll be safe!" you yell to your parents as you make your way out of the house and into the evening air.

Once you arrive at the venue, you see Marcus standing outside, leaning against the wall. He immediately brightens up and you don't miss the way his eyes rake over your body from top to bottom.

"Hey, (y/n)! You look... wow!" he laughs, a blush heating up his cheeks. He can't help but look your body up and down once more, taking in the way your white tights stretch over your thighs and your top hugs your body in just the right ways.

"Thanks, Marcus! Here's your ticket," you say, handing him the ticket that was supposed to be Cheyenne's.

"I'm really excited to hear Breathless," you sigh, walking up to the end of the line as Marcus follows.

"Uh, yeah, me too. I'm like— I'm just excited to hear their newest album," he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? This is the anniversary tour for the Rock Solid album, I don't think they'll be performing much of their new stuff," you frown.

Marcus is saved by the security personnel, approaching you both and patting you down as you entered the doorway and handed your tickets to the employee.

"Damn, this place is dark," Marcus laughs, looking around as you step in together.

"C'mon, I wanna get close to the front!" you exclaim, grabbing Marcus' hand and pulling him with you towards the stage.

He barely has time to process your hand on his as he follows you across the dirty, dim room.

"This is perfect, he'll definitely see me here," you say with a smile, looking up at the rusty light above you that illuminated your area. You leaned against the wooden pole next to you which supported the shabby balcony above.

Marcus raises an eyebrow. He? Who was he? Marcus was hoping to at least kiss you tonight, but were you already obsessed with some other guy?

"I'll go get us some drinks," he says, gesturing towards the bar.

"Oh, thanks! I'll keep our spot," you smile, looking down and adjusting your outfit to show off even more skin than it already was. Did you know what you were doing to Marcus? How his skin buzzed whenever you touched, how he imagined leaning down and kissing your lips? How desperately he wanted his hands all over you?

He fumed as he headed over to the bar, ordering some cheap beers and shots of vodka. Who was this asshole you were so obsessed with?

When Marcus returns, you knock back your shots together. Some men in black tee shirts bring equipment onto the stage as the sound of applause echoes through the room.

"So, uh, this guy you want to see you... did you invite someone else tonight?" he asks, trying not to sound like a jerk.

"No, I just think this is the best spot for Tommy Valentine to see me. He's single, just broke up with Maxine McDonald. Did you know the band's guitarist met his girlfriend because she was a fan at one of his shows?" you say excitedly, watching the stage.

Of course. The jerk you were obsessed with was the band's lead singer. Marcus couldn't help but roll his eyes, thankful that you were turned away from him.

"C'mon, drink up. I'll go grab us some more," Marcus says, playfully tilting your beer up in the direction of your mouth. He would need to be a lot drunker if he was gonna watch you lust over some punk poser all night.

By the time Shattered Hearts came onstage, you and Marcus had already finished several drinks. Marcus felt fine, but you already felt woozy, tipsy, almost falling over a few times. Marcus caught you of course, and you leaned on his body as to not embarrass yourself further.

Marcus went to grab another beer for himself, and when he returned, you were clinging onto the wooden pole.

"This one's my favorite," you mumble as Marcus cracks open his fourth beer.

"Yeah? Is it?" he asks, an amused expression on his face.

You nod dumbly and Marcus wraps his warm arm around your waist, the drinks emboldening him.

He looks down at you, your beautiful face illuminated by the dim lighting. He just couldn't help himself anymore. Marcus leans down, pressing his lips to yours and deepening the kiss into a make-out session as your brain catches up and you start to realize what's happening.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, silencing your protests as he traces his warm hands over your shirt. You almost think you're having a bad dream until you hear someone nearby say, "eww!"

It's only as his hands move into your shorts that you're able to push him off of you. He recoils, staring at you with a pissed-off expression.

"Wh-what was that, Marcus?" you exclaim, putting your hands out in front of you to keep him at a distance.

"I thought we—"

"I told you, I'm interested in Tommy!"

"He's way too old for you," Marcus hisses.

"So are you!" you huff, crossing your arms.

"I'll go get us more drinks," he sighs, realizing you've both sobered up a bit.

When he returns, you're miraculously still there, eyes fixed on Tommy.

Marcus keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the concert, suffering more and more as each song thrums and passes. The band wasn't even that good and Tommy Valentine was just some forty-something, washed-up guitarist with eyeliner.

After the concert, Marcus heads to the exit but is surprised that your small hand manages to pull him back.

"We're staying. Tommy usually comes out afterwards if he sees someone he likes. And I definitely seduced him with my eyes. Will you get us a round of shots for when he comes out?" you ask, waving Marcus away as you watch the curtains for any sign of movement.

Twenty minutes pass, the venue almost cleared out and heavy with the stink of sweat. Your shots sit untouched as you slump down in your seat.

"You wanna go outside?" Marcus asks tenatively.

You shake your head like a petulant toddler.

"You... wanna finish these off?" he asks, gesturing to the shots.

You nod, sitting upright and taking all three shots consecutively. It had sunk in now that Tommy didn't see anything special in you, hadn't been wowed by your sexy outfit or your eyes or how you knew every word to every song.

Almost immediately, you slump sideways against Marcus and he rests his arm against you comfortingly.

"Let's get some fresh air," he sighs, leading you outside where you lean against the brick wall, fighting the urge to pass out.

"You look amazing tonight. It's Tommy's loss," Marcus says, hand stroking your arm.

You look up at him, tears in your eyes, mouth framed in a pout to either keep the tears from falling or the vomit from escaping.

Marcus sighs, leaning down and bridging the gap between you. You return the kiss in your own sloppy, half-conscious way. One of his hands plunges into your shorts as the other makes it's way up underneath your shirt.

You're mumbling, moaning, making some sort of noise with your mouth but his mouth covering yours muffles it.

Marcus can't wait any longer, mouth drifting down your neck and chest, sucking and leaving marks of his affections.

"N-n—stop—" you mumble, hands awkwardly trying to pull him closer or push him away, you weren't fully sure.

"Fuck," Marcus mumbles against your chest, causing a gasp to rise up your throat. His fingers trace your hole, spreading around your wetness as you let out a whimper.

"God, I wanna fuck you so badly," he groans, grabbing your waist and sucking on a new spot of skin.

"M-marcus— I-I should go huh—home—" you mumble.

He pulls away and examines his work with a big, dopey smile. You were so messed up, clothing rumpled, hair undone, love bites all over your neck and chest.

He turns you and leads you to a reflective window, and you gasp at the look of yourself. So many hickeys that your coat couldn't even cover. You looked... like a slut.

"I—I can't go home like this! My parents will kill me!" you whimper.

"You can come to my place, my mom'll love you," Marcus offers.

"Uh— no, that's—“

"I'm not letting you walk somewhere alone. Come with me and we can take the bus to work tomorrow," Marcus suggests, raising his eyebrow.

"Ugh, fine," you sigh, leaning against Marcus as he walks the two of you to his mom's house.

You try your best to ignore Marcus' childish, messy room and dirty sheets as you undress and climb in next to him, still feeling drunk and used up.

You hold back a shriek as he pulls you into his chest, body flush against him. "This is nice, huh? My perfect toy," he laughs, kissing your bare shoulder. You shudder at his touches and objectification of you.

"Marcus, stop," you sigh, and his grasp loosens, but not forever. You know he'd be pulling you close in the middle of the night and you had half a mind to sleep on the dirty floor.

The next morning, you borrow one of Mrs. White's long-sleeved shirts for work but it still doesn't cover everything. You walk into Cloud 9 beside Marcus, embarrassed and red-faced.

Marcus throws an arm around you, and when you get to the break-room, he pulls you into his lap as all of your co-workers stare.

"Pretty epic, huh? Got 'em all to myself," Marcus grins, placing a big hand on your thigh and rubbing it creepily.

"Uh, (y/n), your neck—" Cheyenne stutters, eyes wide at the confusing scene before her.

"Yeah, it was all me. We had a pretty crazy night last night. You were all over me, begging for it, huh?" Marcus brags, leaning back and bumping fists with Isaac as he passes by the two of you.

You keep your eyes fixed on the ground, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You were quite a catch in the store, everyone knew it, and now Marcus was asserting his dominance at having made you his.

[moonlitcelestial]

Lipstick Stains - Mingi

Valentines Day Special

W/C ~2,466

☽ Masterlist ☾ 

♡ Lipstick Stains Masterlist ♡

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez or Atiny. I will be attempting to keep it as gender neutral as possible but it will lean toward she/her pronouns. 

Warnings - Hurt/comfort

Thanks for reading <3 Moonie

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You heard the door shut quietly before you heard his footsteps. Mingi, your boyfriend of a few years had just come home. You could tell that he was having a hard day by the way he slowly approached you on the couch. Normally he would be chatting with you as soon as he got in the door. Today he was resigned and quiet. You turned and looked at him with concern and you could see how down he was. His shoulders slumped forward and his head was down. You immediately got up and held your arms out to offer him a hug. You could tell that he was so close to breaking because he had been holding everything in. You know that Yuhno could only do so much to help the stubborn man so when he got like this; you knew you had to take drastic measures to pull him up from drowning. He let out a low whimper and flung himself into you taking both of you down to the couch with his big frame. 

You cradled him the best you could, carding your fingers through his soft hair. You could feel the tears starting to soak your shirt. He was shaking like a leaf and it took everything in you not to start crying yourself. When he was down you were down too, but you knew that you had to be strong for him. You had to be the steady pillar he was for you in moments like these. You gently told him to listen to your heartbeat and your breathing. In these situations it was the only thing you could think of to ground him. You whispered sweet nothings to him while he gripped you tighter as he took your instructions. You could tell that he was leveling out from how his breath had become less erratic. He pulled away from you to sit back on his haunches. He had knocked you onto the couch and was currently kneeling about a foot away on the floor. His face was red and swollen from crying, his eyes spoke volumes on how broken he felt. His normally big brown boba eyes were dimmed. 

“What is going on, my love? Do you feel like sharing?” You asked quietly, putting your hand on his cheek and stroking your thumb back and forth. He leaned into your hand and closed his eyes. You could tell that he was trying to find the right words to form a coherent thought.

“Why am I not good enough?” He spoke quietly. “Why am I not as handsome as the other members? Why do I have to keep struggling when everyone else is doing fine?”

You put your other hand on his face and he leaned into you. “Sweetheart, it is normal to have feelings. Everyone processes things differently and this is how you process. Just because you don’t see them struggling doesn’t mean they aren’t.” You began wiping the tears that had fallen with your thumb.  “You are the light of my life and so incredibly handsome that I have to fight away millions of Atiny each day. Can I show you everything I love about you?” You asked. 

He nodded. You slowly got up and held your hand out to help him up off of the floor. He took your hand gently and you began leading him to your bedroom. You sat him on the end of your bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead before walking away to your bathroom. Once you found and applied what you were looking for you returned to him. He had his elbows resting on his knees and his face in his hands. 

“I'm back sweetheart.” You murmured, he took his hands away from his face and looked at you curiously. You had applied one of yours and his favorite red lipsticks. You approached him and tipped his head up to look at you. 

“You are the most amazing man any woman could ever ask for.” You said, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He tilted his head back to properly kiss you. You pulled away and smiled at him.

“You are so unbelievably beautiful, inside and out” turning his head and pressing a kiss to each one of the moles on his face. He let out a small breathy laugh as you kissed the ones near his eye. 

“You have the most beautiful, kind, unique and thoughtful mind of anyone I know.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead and both his temples. Leaning back you surveyed the kiss stains that were now on his face. He had a small smile on his face while he looked at you. His eyes had lightened just a little. Your plan was working. 

“You light up a room by just walking into it.” You tilted his head to one side pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“You are an amazing and talented artist” You tilted his head to the other side and pressed a kiss to the other cheek. He let out a sigh and you could feel the tension melting from him. 

“I could get lost in your eyes for days on end, they are so expressive. I absolutely adore getting to see the way they light up when you are doing something you love.” You pressed a kiss to each of his eyelids. You could tell that he was starting to have a hard time holding himself still. You pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were returning to normal. 

You cupped his neck and slowly started to run your thumbs over his jaw. “You are allowed to have days like this, to have feelings like this. But I do not want it to get so bad that you lose yourself in the process. I need you to understand that I am here to support you through thick and thin. I will move heaven and earth to make sure that you are taken care of and feel loved every second of the day. You are not alone in this, I am here with you. Yuhno and the rest of the boys are here with you. I want you to make me a promise.”

He nodded at you indicating that he was listening. 

“I want you to try your best to let me help and tell me when things get this bad. I am only a phone call away, and before you ask, no you won't disturb me day or night across the sea or right next to you. You are the light of my life Song Mingi and I want to make sure that you keep shining even through the darkness.” You said before planting kisses all over his face. 

You heard one of your favorite sounds then, his laughter. He had always become a giggling mess when you did things like this to him, even without the lipstick. You pulled away to admire your masterpiece. He was smiling up at you. You grabbed his hand and led him to the mirror in your bathroom. “I will try my absolute best.” He said to you on the way.

“Mingi. Do you see all of the stains on your face?” You asked standing behind him with your head on his shoulder. 

“Yes” he murmured.

“Each and every one of those markings is a reason I love you and a reason that you matter. I would have done more but I don’t think you have enough skin for me to cover everything I love about you. You can’t let the hard days win. No matter what, I am here for you.” You said squeezing his hand and stepping back. He looked in the mirror at all of the lipstick stains covering his face and smiled. There was your man. You set your head on his shoulder and brought your phone around you both to make sure to capture both of your smiles. 

“This is a physical reminder of how much I love you.” You said sending him the few pictures you took. “I want you to look at this when you are having a hard time and remind yourself that you are amazing. You are worthy and deserving of everything you have.”

He turned to look at you and he grabbed your face. “You are the absolute best.” He said while he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and melted into the kiss.

Timeskip

Those pictures had served as a daily reminder of his worthiness. He had set them as his phone background and looked at them every day. How he kept it from the boys this long was a miracle. He knew that they would tease him relentlessly but he also knew that this was one of the reasons that he has kept on going for this long. You had made it clear to him that you would be there for him even when he was over the sea from you. He was gazing at the picture and smiling like a lovesick fool. Yuhno was the one that caught onto it and he plopped down beside his best friend and peaked over at his phone. Yuhno chuckled as he realized that he was just staring at his background. Mingi looked up and smiled shyly at Yuhno. 

“You’re really smitten, aren’t you?” Yuhno asked quietly.

“They have taken care of me more than they know.” He said handing him the phone to inspect the picture closer. Yuhno could tell that he was happy in that moment, but he could see the lingering effects of the moments before. His face was covered in red lipstick but his eyes were red and swollen like he had been crying. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened that day?” Yuhno asked, handing Mingi back the phone. 

“I came home to them in one of the worst headspaces I had been in since my hiatus. I was questioning everything, but they took care of me without hesitation. They let me cry on them, and then took me to our room and showed me with lipstick all of the things they loved about me. They told me that those stains were a physical reminder that I am worthy and deserve everything I have. They saved me that day, I don’t know what I would do without them.”

“She seems like someone you should keep for the rest of your life.” 

“I plan to.” Mingi said with a smile at his phone. He fished around pulling out a small box and handed it to Yuhno. He could see his best friend’s eyes get wide. 

“Today?” Yuhno asked. 

“Today. It’s our last show and I am flying them out as we speak, they will be here in time for the entirety of our show. Hongjoong hyung knows and now so do you.” Yuhno smiled wide and clapped Mingi on the back. Mingi pulled him into a hug for a brief second. 

Timeskip again (sorry not sorry)

You had made it in just enough time to get through the doors. You had a VIP pass; courtesy of Mingi. You got to stand so close to the stage and you couldn’t believe how packed the stadium was. When the boys started their performance the crowd erupted into almost deafening screams. Mingi caught your eye and winked at you. You watched in awe of the boys, this had been the first time that you were in the crowd and not backstage. About halfway through their concert everything paused and the lights turned up. 

“How are we doing tonight?” Hongjoong screamed into his mic. Everyone screamed loudly around you. “We have some special guests in our audience tonight” he continued as the crowd roared again. You looked around curiously, what in the hell was happening. There were a couple of security guards that approached you beckoning you to them. You gestured to yourself while looking around like it could have been someone else. You followed them up to the stage and they helped you up. You looked around at the boys and focused in on Mingi. He was wearing the brightest smile on his face. You couldn’t help but to smile back at him. He ran up to you and gave you a giant hug. You giggled as the crowd awwed. He set you back down and wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“Atiny, this is Y/N my partner.” He spoke into his mic. You looked up at him and smiled, wondering what the hell was happening. He pulled away from you and pulled something out of his back pocket. You had barely caught a glimpse of what it was before he was keeling before you. He had produced the most gorgeous ring out of the little box. The ring had two diamonds in the center of it, for you and him. Your hand flew up to your mouth and your eyes started watering.

“Y/N from the moment I saw you I was convinced that you were my forever. You have stuck by me in the times where I wasn’t even myself. You have continuously supported me in everything I do. You take care of me when I have hard days. You have shown me repeatedly that I am worth so much and that I deserve everything I have, including you. Will you do me the honors of becoming my life long partner?” 

The crowd was silent. You took him in. He was kneeling in front of you with the most hopeful look on his face. His eyes were shining at you. You had only caught him once in a while with this look on his face, most of the time he looked away when you caught him staring. You nodded your head, not trusting yourself to speak without breaking down. 

Everyone broke into excited screams as he stood up, put the ring on your finger and kissed you. All of the boys had practically tackled you in a hug. Both of your laughter could be heard from the various mics around you. Once everyone called down enough Hongjoong spoke again “Atiny, I present to you the soon to be Song family” 

The crowd erupted into excited screaming. What shocked you most was when you turned around and saw all of your family, blood and chosen. You squealed at your family and bounded over to them wrapping them in hugs. Your best friends, who weren’t behind you with Mingi, started jumping around in excitement with you. 

Mingi was looking at you with the biggest grin on his face. That was his partner, the most loving and caring human to roam the planet, and you were all his. The thought that echoed in his head was he deserved this.  

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Hongjoong Seonghwa Yuhno Yeosang San Wooyoung Jongho

[mediocrecowboyhat]

A quiet time | Part 1 (Arthur Morgan x male!reader)

Dutch had sent you and Micah to go out scouting and after nearly escaping an arrest in Strawberry, Arthur decides to take you to Valentine for a few drinks.

Is this the chance to finally have your friendship grow into something more or will you ruin it all?

Part 2 | Part 3

Word count: 3.5k

Tags: period typical homophobia, mentions of sex work, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, mature themes like mentions of sex

Notes: There will be more parts, but Idk how many or where this story will go so please be patient with me while I figure it out :'D

The sound of galloping hooves and the blood rushing in your ears is deafening. So much that you miss Charles' shouts as you approach the camp in Horseshoe Overlook. He readies his gun, expecting an O'Driscoll or the law, but then quickly lowers the barrel of his Carbine Repeater when he recognizes you.

The look on your face is wild, like an animal on the run. Though that is exactly what you are right now. On the run. Once you reach the outskirts of the camp, you jump off your saddle and gasp for air. Dutch and Arthur are immediately by your side, waiting for you to catch your breath, as if you had run all the way from Strawberry on foot.

"They got Micah.", you finally manage to bring out and mumble a 'thanks' when Arthur hands you his water cantine. "He's in a jailcell in Strawberry, got arrested for murder!"

"It's okay, son.", Dutch speaks and you remind yourself that no one is on your tail anymore in an attempt to relax. "Breathe."

You shove the cantine back into Arthur's hands and straighten your back again. Pearls of sweat are running down your face and you take off your hat to wipe them off with the back of your hand. The memory of being chased by lawmen is still fresh, still has you all anxious.

It's not that you can't find your way around a gun. In fact, you're a mighty fine gunslinger even, but there had been too many of them. A handful you can easily handle by yourself, but the whole town was on your ass. From the sheriff's department to the normal residents, every single goddamn soul had been shooting at you.

It's a miracle that you've even made it this far. During the chase, you've spoken a couple Hail Mary's and mentally bid everyone dear to you farewell.

"He's at the sheriff's and there's talk of hanging.", you then explain, your voice finally calm now.

"Here's hopin'.", Arthur comments.

While Dutch gives him a disapproving look, you only huff in agreement with your thumb hooked into your weapon belt. It was only a matter of time until that son of a bitch would have to pay for the consequences of his own reckless actions. Though as unfortunate as it is, Micah is still part of the gang, so of course Dutch would want him broken out of jail.

The two men fall into a small argument about breaking him out. Arthur is clearly against it, but you know he will change his mind eventually. He always does for Dutch. Not having anything useful to add and the muscles on your legs aching from the long ride, you make your way to a chair and flop down onto it.

The water Arthur had given you had clenched your thirst and the soreness in your throat, but your lungs are still screaming. With your face buried deep into your hat, you don't notice the broad figure approaching you until a shadow falls over you. Lifting your head, you're being met with Arthur's concerned expression.

"You doin' okay?", he asks, his blue eyes trailing over your entire form.

The question is a simple one, only right to ask after you rushed into camp as if the devil personally was after you. But it makes something in your chest stir, making your heart flutter at the attention the outlaw is giving you. You've been one of Dutch's boys for quite a while now and you've grown rather fond of most of the people here.

Especially Arthur. The two of you work together like a well oiled machine which results in being send on jobs with him most of the time. You get along just fine, rarely budding heads and it didn't take long for you to catch feelings. At first you had dismissed them as a strong platonic bond, having gone through so many deadly situations together.

But it's more than just friendship. You remember it like it was yesterday when he had ripped open the buttons of your shirt to have better access to the bullet wound on your side. It was nothing serious, just a graze that had ended up bleeding a lot more than expected.

It didn't even hurt that much and with the outlaw's calloused hands pressing against your bare skin, you weren't able to focus on the pain anyways. With his strong arms supporting you, Arthur had brought you back to camp where your injury got proper treatment.

Then afterwards it hadn't taken long to be up on your feet and working around camp again. You were fixing one of the wagon wheels when the sound of heavy boots came closer. Arthur's broad shoulders were blocking the sun as he gazed down at you with a disapproving look on his face.

"You should be restin'.", he had said with a stern voice.

"I'm fine.", you had answered, confused by the growing pace of your heartbeat.

"Sure."

Right after that, he ushered you away from the wagon to fix it himself and you didn't have any idea what had possessed you to stare at him like a parched man. Watching the way his muscles flexed whenever he brought the hammer down and the way his skin glistened from the thin layer of sweat.

Now he's towering over you again, giving you that same worried look. Well, not quite as worried as when you got shot, but the crease between his thick brows is still deep.

"I'm okay.", you answer with a wave of your hand. "But they were ready to hang me on the spot."

"But they didn't."

"Nah, it takes more than a town to catch me.", you joke, a dry chuckle leaving your throat and Arthur joins you.

The sound of his hoarse voice laughing, at something you said even, makes your heart flutter and your hands all sweaty.

Get a grip, you fool.

"I'm sure of that." Then he clears his throat and pats your shoulder. There is no underlying meaning behind that gesture, something he does to most, but it makes you feel special in a way. "Now, c'mon."

"We're heading out?", you ask with a hint of dread accompanying your words.

As much as you like riding out with him, you don't feel like going on another job just yet. Not when you barely escaped with your life earlier.

"For a drink. Just you 'n me."

Lord have mercy, that man really isn't going easy on you and he hasn't got a single damn clue. Although your bedroll is calling for you and you could use a bit of rest, a drink doesn't sound too bad right now. Grunting, you stand up from the chair and motion for him to follow you to the horses.

"What happened when you went ahead scoutin' with Micah anyways?", he asks over his shoulder as he guides you to the nearby town.

"Don't get me started, Morgan. What didn't happen?", you drawl with a frustrated huff. "We stopped to get a drink. Micah got one too many and mind you, that is supposed to be a dry town too. Then he met a feller he knows and you know how that goes with him."

"Yeah, I know I know.", he murmurs with a shake of his head. "Just don't think 'bout it today. Also uh..."

The sound of his tone and the way he trails off with the sentence has you raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

"What is it?"

"The boys and I stirred up some stuff at the town the other day, just so you know."

"Anything I gotta worry about then?"

"Nah, don't think so."

"Good. I ain't looking for another fight just yet.", you answer and come to a halt infront of Smithfield's Saloon.

The sound of laughter and piano music can be heard coming from inside the building and you push open the door as you enter with Arthur. The place is packed to the brim with people, but there's luckily a spot for you free at the bar. Your boots thump heavily on the wooden floor, accompanied by the clinking of your spurs and you lean against the bar counter.

As Arthur orders two beers, the bartender's eyes widen and he hastily shakes his head.

"I don't want any more trouble from you.", he protests and you throw the outlaw a rather annoyed side glance.

"And you won't get any from me. I was defendin' myself!", he argues before sliding some cash over to the man. "Here, keep this for the trouble."

That seems to do the trick, because in the next moment you have a bottle placed infront of you. Taking a sip from it, you turn your head to give Arthur a warning look.

"Just one drink right?", you make sure, knowing how things tend to end with him when he looks too deep into the glass.

Last time you had to turn a whole forest upside down, because the fool had wandered off some time during the night. You had found him groaning and grumbling behind a rock, complaining about his head pounding as if someone is hitting it with a hammer from the inside.

"Yeah, yeah.", he mumbles into the bottle.

As you stand there, enjoying your drink, the thought of Micah pops up in your head. Irritation stings in your chest like the sharp tip of a blade and you run a hand over your face. Why Dutch would send you out with that bastard is still beyond you, when he clearly knows that you simply don't function as a team.

"You know what the problem was with Micah?", you start and Arthur motions for you to continue, all ears when it comes to talking shit about that man. "He seemed to know a lot of people. You know, I've seen some crazy stuff, but-"

"I've seen some craaaazy stuff.", a stranger next to Arthur slurs, imitating you.

Judging from his heavy swaying and his half closed eyes, he's already completely hammered. The irritation inside you threatens to turn into anger, but Arthur is on it before you can even open your mouth.

"Will you shut up?", he snarls, but that doesn't seem to stop the guy.

"Will you shut up?", he repeats once again and you can see how the outlaw's cheek twitches.

"Be quiet.", he demands in a tone that doesn't tolerate any back-talk.

One quick glance at the drunk stranger is enough to tell you, that he most definitely won't be quiet.

"Dullards. My lord, you men is dull."

Arthur's grip around the beer bottle tightens to the point where his knuckles turn white and you know that you have to step in. If you end up being chased out of town a second time today, you're pretty sure that you're going to lose it for real this time.

Hand leisurely placed on your belt, you saunter over to the drunk man and hold him by his shoulder, the same way you would with a friend. A welcoming smile tugs at the corners of your lips and he seems to be taken aback a bit.

"You seem like a real charming feller. One of the best, right?", as you finish the second sentence, you throw Arthur a meaningful glance over your shoulder.

He understands immediately, no words needing to be said for the two of you to understand each other and he nods in agreement with your statement.

"But my friend and I are talking business right now and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave us to it.", you continue and as unhappy as he seems about it, he starts walking away.

"There's no pleasing some folks.", he mumbles under his breath and you go back to enjoying your beer.

Arthur's eyes bore into you and you fight back the urge to get lost in them. Lately, you've rarely had the chance to be alone with him like this. Blackwater was one big mess and with the icy weather back in Colter, you really weren't too keen on talking to anyone.

Then Dutch sent you away with goddamn Micah out of all people and it just feels like forever since you've spend time with Arthur. Most of the time when you go out for a drink though, it's usually with some of the other men. But like this? Just you and him? There's too little of that nowadays.

"You got a real fine way with words. Had that feller wrapped around your finger.", he comments, ripping you out of your thoughts and you wave it off.

"That weren't anything."

"Yes, it was. If he had gone on with his nonsense, I'd have-"

"I know.", you interrupt him and shake your head with a low chuckle. "I got into enough shit today even without your help, Morgan."

"Don't do me like that now.", he half-heartedly protests and finishes his beer. "You gotta loosen up a little."

With that he orders two shots of whisky and you swallow a remark that is forming on the tip of your tongue. Of course he won't leave it at one drink and maybe he's right. What you need to do is loosen up a little and forget about all the things that have been happening around you.

One shot quickly turns into two and two turn into three. You find yourself in the upstairs area, leaning against the railing and overlooking the rest of the saloon. There's a piano on the side, the man sitting at it playing a catchy tune and you spot Arthur's familiar figure next to it. A wide grin is on his face, making you smile in return.

Suddenly you feel a presence join your side and lock eyes with one of the working women. Her curls are framing her face quite beautifully and she eyes you from head to toe like you're a tall glass of water. A smirk tugs at the corners of her delicate lips.

"Lookin' for some company, handsome?", she coos, her fingers dancing over your arm.

"Sorry, miss. Not tonight.", you answer, trying to sound as polite as you possibly can.

"Suit yourself then.", she says, thankfully not taking any offense in your rejection and you watch her walk off.

It's not that you haven't been intimate with anyone before, but more that you're simply not drawn to it at the moment. Well, not with just anyone at least. There's one person your body is longing for, but you'd rather reach into a bear trap than to act on it.

You know that the gang is more tolerant than most folks, but there is a 'don't show, don't tell' thing going on. They don't care what you're doing (or who for that matter) as long as you keep that business to yourself. You recall that one time Bill had asked Arthur for some hair pomade and the latter's reaction.

It makes the fact that you've fallen for him only the more painful.

"There you are!", Arthur's cheerful voice calls out to you and you turn your body to him. "Saw you talkin' to that woman over there."

"Yeah."

"You're real popular with the ladies.", he comments, catching you off-guard a bit, but then you notice his flushed cheeks.

He's quite drunk and to no one's surprise, still going with the liquor.

"I wouldn't say that.", you protest immediately and he pats your back.

It's harsher and clumsier than usual, but feeling his large hand on you still sends a wave of heat through your veins.

"I don't think I remember the last time I saw you with anyone. What, you savin' yourself for a special lady or somethin'?"

"It ain't like that." Growing increasingly uncomfortable with him prying into your non-existent love life, you decide to turn it around. "Why ain't you ever got married?"

His face drops the moment the question leaves your lips and now you kind of regret it.

"No one would have me.", he exclaims, almost sounding like a kicked puppy.

For a moment there you nearly laugh. Both from the way he said it and from how ridiculous that statement is to your ears.

"Ah, I don't believe that for a second. You ain't half as bad as you tell yourself.", you say in an attempt to cheer him up, but he's not buying it.

"Who'd want a sour faced bastard like me?"

That hits you right into the gut, harder than a punch ever could. You look down at the nearly empty glass in your hands, fighting a hopeless battle inside you. The alcohol has gotten to your head, making you think irrationally and giving you the security to act bold.

Now you remember again why you don't go out with Arthur alone so often.

"I might know someone.", you mumble, your eyes involuntarily flickering down to his chapped lips.

Arthur catches it. Of course he does, you could have not been more obvious with your longing staring. Like a complete and utter fool, you have given yourself over to your feelings and wants. Now you can only hope and pray that he won't break your nose or do worse for coming onto him like that.

"I- shit.", he hisses and rubs the corners of his eyes with his fingers. "I had too much to drink. For a second there I thought..."

He doesn't finish the sentence and you let out a breath of relief, knowing you got away for now.

"Let's get you some more.", you suggest before he can dwell on it any longer and practically drag him down the stairs to the bar.

The two of you share more drinks, get into a fight or two and dance with a bunch of fellers you don't even know the name of before stumble out into the cool night. All that extra whisky and beer has made you forget about the risky move from earlier and with a little luck, so did Arthur.

Now you find yourself cackling along with him and leaning against each other to avoid falling into horse shit and mud. People pass by you and wrinkling their noses disapprovingly at you. You ignore them, fully aware that you must reek of an ungodly amount of booze and sweat.

"Hol' up. I gotta take a piss real quick.", Arthur grumbles, fumbling with his belt.

Quickly you turn away to give him some privacy, but not without catching a glimpse on accident. Goddamn, it has been a while since you've felt another person's touch and the liquor is putting all sorts of ideas in your head.

The sound of a belt buckle rips you out of your thoughts and you feel Arthur's hand gripping your shoulder. Heat shoots down into your lower stomach at the unexpected touch and you catch the outlaw from falling face first into the dirt.

"You're gone, buddy.", you joke, but shut up when you feel his hot breath hit your cheek.

"Nah, ain't gone yet.", he drawls, dragging each and every word out, raspy and hoarse. "I can still drink."

"Sure."

You try to hold him up which is impossible with your own balance failing miserably. Before you know it you're crashing with your back against the saloon wall and Arthur supporting himself by having both hands pressed flat against it. Much to your misfortune, that position has the both of you scandalously close.

His lips have never been this much within reach and you swallow a lump in your throat. It would only take a slight dip of your head to get a taste of him, something you've been fantasizing about for the longest time. Arthur takes notice of the way you're eying him up once again.

There's something beneath the look in his eyes that gives you hope. An unspoken want, making the tension in the air so thick that you feel like you could cut it. For a brief second it makes you think that it would be okay for you to just lean forward and close that gap already.

Then his gaze clears up and he abruptly steps away. The way he fidgets with his gun belt gives away how uncomfortable and awkward he feels. A pool of dread takes form in your stomach and you open your mouth to explain yourself, but a shout cuts through the night air.

Someone points in your direction and next thing you know, you're running from lawmen. Arthur vanishes behind a building, yelling that they'll never catch him and you stumble over your own uncoordinated feet. One of the men is on you in an instant and dragging you to the sheriff's office into an empty cell.

You watch them take in a kicking Arthur as well before passing out from all the alcohol and exhaustion.

[dandydrunky]

Dog days are over

Ill!Rafe x gf!reader

Summary: Rafe's your patient

Content warning: fluff, symptoms consistent with a cold, soft-ish Rafe, medication, meditation, and some TLC, Cameron sibling dynamic

A/n: Happy Valentines Day

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Something is off.

You felt it.

With infrequent visits from your boyfriend, texts over calls, and no contact otherwise you were concerned.

He's expressed a text is nice, but it doesn't properly demonstrate his disapproval, if any. That and he doesn't like to miss you on the phone. If you needed to talk then and there he'd do it.

You usually see him around when you're not hanging out, but the last two weeks have been different.

Last week you caught him at the bonfire, and he kept you in his sight while chugging a barrel of beer, and Tuesday he arranged lunch plans for you two, but that was the last time you actually saw him.

Since then he makes sure to send a text a day at least, in between those. It's not always coherent, but it's something.

Today would mark the third quarter of a week in which you haven't had physical contact.

Rafe, on the other end of that was miserable. His head was killing him, palm pressed up to his forehead as he sat in the kitchen, squeezing the life out of a water bottle, letting some of it dribbling down his chin.

He was encouraged before seeking a medical fix to try drinking water since he and hydration have history.

Advised by you, the one time you played doctor.

Maybe you could cure him, you've done it before right?

But, by the way your phone hasn't rang, he's decided against it. Until you got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown

Unkn: Please come get my brother

You: Sarah?

She's who you immediately thought of because you were considering a house visit.

Once she confirmed it was her, you immediately edited the contact name.

Sarah <3: Yes

You: what's wrong?

Sarah <3: I'll call you

And when it rang you picked up. Sarah initially didn't say something, but you could hear her footsteps, and the wind faintly in the background.

You listened on, curious about what was happening, and then you heard it.

A suppressed cough followed by a sniffle, but that wasn't all. "Sarah, get out," Rafe rasped on the other end, his voice clear in the background.

And then her retreating steps.

Once she was out of earshot she adjusted the camera to face time, her blonde hair whipping into frame.

"How long has he been like that?" "Who knows?" She shrugged, adjusting her shirt. She didn't have much to say on the matter, she simply flipped the screen around, revealing Rafe on the couch.

He's on his stomach, face pressed into a pillow and a blanket pulled up to his waist. Visually his surroundings were clean, no tissues, pill bottles, no indication he's been on the couch longer than it looks, but if you squint you could see the crease in his forehead, and chest moving with his labored breaths.

Then it switched back to Sarah, "get him out of here, please."

"I'll see what I can do," you said, kicking off your covers.

You were on the road soon enough, driving to the Camerons's house.

When you arrived, you pulled into the driveway, backing symmetrically against the curb, turning off your engine.

Sarah tip toed outside, skipping over to your car with the biggest grin. "So?" She asked, hopefully placing her hand on her hips.

She had a lot of faith in your ability to influence Rafe to do anything.

"I need to see him first," you dodge, stepping up to the porch. Your knuckles rapped against the door, stopping when you heard a groan from the other side.

You pressed your ear to the door, hearing Rafe's grumbling and dragging feet. The lock clicked against the door, Rafe's fingers gripping the door frame, a couple inches above his head, which was hung low.

You looked up, your fingers sifting his hair out of his face, your eyes looking up to meet his tired, droopy ones. He straightened his lousy posture, turning his head away, "What're you doing here?"

Sarah called, but that's not what he wanted to hear. "I've been meaning to visit," you step closer, wedging your foot between the door. "Let me in?"

He again grumbled under his breath, shuffling back, keeping an eye in you as you walked through the door, closing it behind you.

Now you were looking around. You could see Rafe's makeshift palate on the couch, the living room furniture spotless, and an air freshner fuming in the corner.

Mint?

"So, how are you feeling?" "Fine."

You had dropped your bag off on the loveseat, across the way, sitting down in the corner, keeping him in sight.

You figured your staring had made him uncomfortable with how much he shifted around once he "settled". Not long after for the one second you turned away he got to his feet, gathered his blankets and lugged them over his shoulder, heading up the stairs.

You waited to he disappeared to give him a semblance of space, too getting to your feet.

Sarah peeked her head back in, scanning the coast landing on you, shimmying the belt of your jeans up a little higher. You shot her a playful look, unhooking your car keys from the chain of your purse, tossing them to her.

"Got it," she whispered, popping out.

And so you went up.

Rafe's room was in poorer shape than the living room. Bed disheveled, laundry tossed over, his pillows stripped, curtains tied, his closet had seemingly flooded into the room, and the picture above his bed was crooked.

"Rafe..." You offered a sympathetic look, tilting your head at him. He rolled his shoulders back, plopping onto his bed, hands folding over his abdomen.

This was so unlike him, the bed like him, but everything else was usually neat. Some superstition about the state of your mental. Right now his is crowded, stuffy, and in need of a little tidying up.

You trudged through his sock pile, stepping into the clear tile of his bathroom floor, eyes immediately drawn to the trash overflowing with tissues. Empty boxes parked on the sink, floor, in the tub.

Unlike some people, he's not too kooky about being sick. In fact he'll lie in it.

You didn't need to check his temp to know he was burning up, despite the goosebumps littering his arms.

He was sick. Not a doubt in your or his mind.

You peeled back his foggy mirror, looking at the many yellow prescription bottles he's got lying in a row, twisting the labels around.

Some of these are for low blood pressure, not of course prescribed to him.

"Bae," you called, swiping a couple up, "which one of these is Tylenol?" Probably none.

And you were right, not Tylenol, ibrouprophen, not acetaminophen, nothing you could think of off the tip of your brain. "Okay," perhaps you were being too specific.

"Which one of these is a painkiller or reliever of sort?"

Finally, Rafe thought. A broader spectrum to work with. Over the counter meds wouldn't do it for him. Part of him wanted the high.

"White pills, red label," he coughed.

White pills red label, white pills, red label, white pills, you repeated to yourself, swatting the other bottles away. You found it far off in the corner. "Vicodin?"

"Yeah,"

"Two, right?"

"Three,"

"Nice try," you chuckled popping the pills into your palm. You know he'd take one every 30 minutes if he didn't feel they were kicking in fast enough.

Before you could ask about water you stepped forward until a mound of them, all crinkled up, empty, there had to be at least 10.

Poor baby, he was really suffering.

"Sit up and lean back," you instructed, holding your hand out, watching him look down at the pills then to you.

He attempted to grab them, but you closed your hand making him grumble, "I'm fine where I'm at," he grumbled for the umpteenth time.

"Choke," you wished, tossing them at him.

He wheezed out a broken laugh, making you almost regret your request, "if you insist," he smirked, watching you scramble to the edge of the bed, reaching for the medicine.

He pulled away.

Of course.

Your knee slipped beneath his as you climbed on top of him, sitting on his thigh, the other leg propped up beside you. "Finally, some urgent care," he leaned forward, abs crunching beneath your hand pinning his waist down.

"Not that kinda rodeo," you insisted, slipping your fingers over the crevice of his shoulders, squeezing them, pinching at his collarbone.

His brows unfurled, loosening at the feel of your attentive touch working over some tense spots.

Once you got him mellowed out you scooted off his lap, settling beside him, running your fingers through his hair.

You would've made tea, or got an him an ice pack, but his body temperature was so out of wack he may not be able to handle anymore chemical changes.

When you were done your fingers found their way through his hair, sweeping it back from over his eyes, combing it back, giving his scalp a nice scratch the had his head tilting over your shoulder.

He huffed against you, defeated the simple act had tamed him considerably.

"This all you wanted? Just a little loving?" He opened his eyes, cocking his head back, "Why are you talking to me like I'm a dog?"

"I think all partner talk was derived from talking to dogs," you concluded, shrugging it off.

You sat there for a while, acting out terrible scenarios of how talking to a partner could feel like treating/taming a dog.

While you were talking, you put the rooms trash to use, sifting through what you could reach from the bed.

And Rafe made a game of shooting balls of socks into his laundry bin.

"This feels poguey," he comments, leaning his head back against your lap with a genuine smile.

"Doesn't make it less fun," it just meant he wouldn't admit to anything that's happened in the last two hours.

His wrist flicked back, hurling the white socks towards the bin, landing beside it.

"Oh, big talk there," you winced, pinching his side.

"Alright, hotshot, let's see you make a basket," he challenged, looking up to you.

All was in good fun and while kisses may have been contagious you stuck to scratching his chin, placing your palm over his forehead and kissing the back of it for the time being.

[mattybstqrn]

𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞? - 𝐀.𝐖

𝚠𝚊���𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

Female Reader x Alex Walter

Y/n Y/l/n was walking down the halls of your high school as you looked for your boyfriend, Alex Walter, kind of a nerd? yup that's the one. Most people thought your relationship was weird and unexpected, especially because you were popular, and Alex was more of the quiet, shy guy.

But that's just what everyone thought.

He was actually talkative if you really got to know him, he was like the nerd that everyone thought was weird but to you he wasn't, he was a lot more than that, he was sweet, and kind, caring, helpful, smart, funny, and so much more. 

But when you didn't see him in the halls you wondered where he was and became slightly concerned. 

It wasn't like him to not come to school.

You walked over to Cole who was by your guy's lockers, Cole was basically your brother, you guys had been friends longer than you had been friends with Alex. Since you both were popular, Cole for being on the football team and also the hottest guy in school, and you for being on the cheer team and for also being the hottest girl in school, you two had spent quite some time together considering your friend groups mixed.

You guys hadn't talked at first but when you did it was awkward but at some point, you guys grew closer and became friends and then you started to go over to the Walter's and that was when you met Alex.

"Where's Alex?" you questioned Cole who was talking to Erin by your lockers, "Aww, do you miss your boyfriend?" he teased, you rolled your eyes at him and asked again, "I don't know," he shrugged, you wished the two a happy Valentine's Day as you walked away.

You searched the halls looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

You then thought it would be a good idea to search outside and when you did, there he stood with a bouquet of flowers, your favorite flowers, with a sweet smile.

Smiling back at him as you rushed over to him, pulling him into a tight hug, "Happy Valentines Day," he whispered into your ear as he held onto you being careful not to smush the flowers, you pulled back and bought him into a passionate kiss.

He then pulled away wanting to kiss back, "Can you wait till after, I ask?" he questioned, you nodded, "Y/n, you are my best friend and girlfriend, and I love you so much, will you be my Valentine?" not even responding you just pulled him into a kiss, hoping that answered his question.

"That answer your question?" you asked pulling away from him, "Yeah," he nodded, pulling you back into the kiss.

"I have another surprise, if you don't mind skipping school?" you nodded in agreement not wanting to be at school at all, "Let's go!"

Alex took Y/n to the Walter household making sure that he snuck into the barn just in case anyone was home.

He took you upstairs to the loft, as they called it, telling you to close your eyes as you used your hands to climb up the latter, he guided you through it as you went up the latter.

 "Now you can take off the blind fold," he told you referring to the fact that you had been complaining about not wanting to wear it and not being able to see.

You told off your blindfold to see...

this set out on a small table that sat on the floor on the loft. You smiled at Alex surprised that he put all of this together in just a few hours. "I love it!" you beamed with a smile, pulling him into a hug and kiss thanking him over and over again.

"There's more," you looked at him incredulously, "More?" you asked, "There doesn't need to be more," you told him, "Well there is," he shrugged, he walked over to a bean bag that sat on the floor in the corner.

He picked up a medium sized red gift bag that was filled with what looked like quite a few things, including wrapping paper, he handed you the bag letting you have at it.

You sent him a thankful smile that he gladly sent back as you two sat down getting comfortable on the hard wood floor. You opened the bag, immediately ripping the wrapping paper out, grabbing each item out one by one.

It was filled with your favorite chips, candies, jewelry, a hair clip, a signed book by your favorite author, a mug, box of chocolates, notebook, since he knows how much you love writing, and a handwritten card.

You thanked him about a hundered times and then finally reached into your backpack for his present, "You didn't have to get me anything," he told you, "It's okay, I wanted to," you shrugged handing him the same bag.

He opened it to see a handwritten card, basically telling him how much you love him and hoped that you guys could spend the rest of your lives together etc. after reading the card with you lying your head on his shoulder, he reached into the bag and pulled out a small box.

"Oh god, what did you do?" he asked, neither of you liked when the other bought expense gifts, you didn't like it because you hated being spoiled but sometimes there was an exception and Alex didn't like it because he knew that you were trying to save up for a car.

"Just open it," 

He opened it to reveal a watch, gold watch.

"I love it! thank you!" he exclaimed pulling you into a hug, "But what happened to saving up for a car?" he asked, "Don't worry about it," you shrugged.

You smiled at him as he put it on and pulled him into a kiss once he was done.

[marislittleworld]

Soooo glad that you’re back!!!💕💕

I was thinking teen!reader gets bullied at school, fights back and then chris and jill are called into the school?

ohoho !! I did a lot of roleplays of this with Character.ai Chris and Jill and their reactions were so funny LMAO. Here it is, dear anonymous

Class fight

WARNINGS: OC!daughter, bullying (but Ana fights back), Father!Chris Redfield and Mother!Jill Valentine, Ana is 13 years old, the principal doesn't like Ana :(

It all started when the school's principal called Jill's phone. As soon as she heard the principal mention Ana, she became worried and angry. After thanking the principal for the information, she hung up and made her way to Chris's office.

Walking through the corridors, Jill stopped right at Chris's office door and knocked. Chris, noticing the angry expression on her face, let her in immediately.

"What's wrong, Jill?" Chris asked, concerned.

"I got a call," Jill answered in an angry tone, "from Ana's school. She got into a fight with a boy in her class."

Chris was shocked and cleared his throat. He'd never imagined that his little girl would get into a fight, though he hoped there was a good reason. He sighed and told Jill they needed to go to Ana's school right away.

When the couple arrived, they headed straight to the principal's office. They saw Ana sitting in a chair in front of the principal's desk, her face bruised. Jill's anger grew at the sight. Wasn't there a school nurse? Why hadn't they taken Ana to the nursery to treat her wounds, and those of the other student?

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Redfield, I'm glad you came," the principal said, gesturing for the couple to sit next to Ana.

"What happened, Mr. Anderson? Why did Ana get into a fight?" Jill asked, worriedly holding her daughter's face carefully.

"No reason apparently. Your daughter has been showing some bad behavior these days. Some... delinquency," the principal said in a mocking tone.

"He's lying!" Ana tried to interject, but her father silenced her with a look.

"Shh," Chris shushed her gently.

Jill sighed and asked, "Why do you think it's Ana's fault? I mean, there could be a reason for this fight—"

"Reason?! Why would there be a reason? It's already clear that your daughter is a delinquent. My son would never do that!" the boy's mother protested loudly.

Chris scoffed as he heard the accusation. “Delinquent? Well, you can be sure we’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Jill turned to Ana, her eyes filled with both concern and determination. “Ana, tell us what happened. We want to hear your side.”

Ana took a deep breath, her eyes welling with tears. “I was with Iara during recess when this boy started mocking me, calling me names and pushing me around. I tried to ignore him at first, but he wouldn’t stop. He even started saying things about you and Dad.”

Chris’s eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists. “What kind of things?”

“Just nasty stuff, Dad. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I stood up to him. But he pushed me first. I only fought back because I had to.”

Jill looked at the principal, her voice steady but cold. “Did you see any of this, Mr. Anderson? Or are you just taking the word of one student over another without any real evidence?”

The principal shifted uncomfortably. “Well, we have witnesses who—”

“Witnesses? Or just friends of that boy who would say anything to keep him out of trouble?” Chris interjected, his anger barely contained.

The boy’s mother stood up, pointing a finger at Ana. “Your daughter is lying! My son is a good boy!”

Jill stood up too, meeting the woman's gaze fiercely. “And my daughter is a good girl. She doesn’t lie, and she certainly doesn’t start fights for no reason. We will not sit here and let you accuse her without proof.”

Mr. Anderson cleared his throat, trying to regain control of the situation. “Enough! We will have a thorough investigation. Until then, Ana is suspended from school.”

“Suspended? Without a fair investigation? Absolutely not,” Chris said firmly. “We’ll be contacting the school board about this. Come on, Ana. We’re leaving.”

As they walked out of the principal's office, Jill held Ana close, whispering to her. “We believe you, Ana. We’ll get this sorted out. You did the right thing standing up for yourself.”

Ana nodded, her tears finally spilling over. She holds her dad's hand as they leave the school.

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

Hello I hope you are doing well. Are you still doing Fallout 4 companions react? If you are I got a funny one for you. How would the companions react to someone telling the Sole Survivor to act her age, and she immediately plays dead.

Thank you! I'm doing quite well, and I hope you are, too! I hope you enjoy this one! 🥰 I know I loved writing it 😂

Cait - Despite the fact that she is utterly fuming at the person who had dared tell F!Sole that, she cannot help but snort in amusement when she understands the reason she fell to the ground. F!Sole's sense of humor is undyingly (no pun intended) awful and literal, but it is a nice way to put the person in their place.

Curie - Misses the joke at first and is immediately at F!Sole's side, worrying for her health because people don't collapse for no reason. However, when she understands the joke, she does find it rather funny, but only after she has ensured Madame's safety.

Piper - Almost immediately falls to the ground laughing with her Blue because her naturally smart-mouthed self INSTANTLY gets it. However, she manages to hold herself together long enough to make a sarcastic quip to the rude person saying something along the lines of "Ask and ye shall receive."

MacCready - Takes him a second to get it, but he cannot help but find it extremely funny when he does. He laughs a little as he gives the person the stink-eye until they go away and leave him and his "dead" friend alone.

Deacon - Falls to the ground with her before he fully understands the joke. No explanations or anything, he just goes and plays dead alongside her just to further mess with the person that had told her to act her age. He's always in for a good prank.

Codsworth - Laughs happily. The joke doesn't take long to occur to him, and he is more than eager to support her attempts to ward off the haters. He scolds the person, making sure to make a few clever comments himself.

Hancock - Would have just assumed stab them as look at them for saying something like that to F!Sole, but when she fell to the ground in response, he waits for just a couple of beats, trying to figure out what she's doing. As soon as it dawns on him, he is instantly cackling loudly and unashamedly at her clever way of putting the person in their place.

Danse - Is somewhat embarrassed and terribly taken off-guard by the display. He is instantly dragging her up and leaving because this is not an honorable sort of way to represent the Brotherhood or if it's Post-BB, it's not a way to conduct oneself in public regardless. -5/10, not outstanding.

Preston - Is somewhat shocked that his general is behaving this way, but it is slightly funny despite his reservations about how this must represent the Minutemen. He just sort of looks away awkwardly until she is done.

Valentine - Just sighs tiredly and he gets it instantly. However, he can't help enjoying the joke despite the ridiculousness of the entire thing. After a few moments, he asks her if acting his age was dead, too, and if he should go ahead and join her.

X6-88 - Is terribly unamused. This is a waste of time. It would have been more fitting to simply threaten the person or skip the formalities and simply shoot them. But he lets her have her fun despite how silly it is.

Dogmeat - Does not understand the humor and is instantly confused and a little concerned when she falls over. He sniffs her carefully, trying to figure out if she is alright. However, when he sees she's okay, he barks excitedly, taking the opportunity to lick her face now that she's more conveniently at his level.

Strong - Is instantly confused and he kicks her side a little to see if she's really alive or if she just fell over dead for real. When she quickly comes back to life to assure him of her livelihood, he gets angry. "Why tiny human pretend to be dead when NOT dead?!!! MAKES NO SENSE!!!"