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letâs go ride.
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in which lando keeps getting frustrated and you wanna know whyâŠ
hiiiiii here u go! belated love day fic from me to you đ love u all, tysm for the love on my last few fics, iâve had a lot going on lately so iâve not had very much time to write but when the inspo hitsâŠ.. shoutout to miss mcrae for dropping lando-coded bangers bc i literally cannot resist. might make a part 2 of all the times they get freaky in a car lmao, lemme know if you want that! likes, comments and reblogs are sooooo appreciated so lemme know what u think xoxox
proofed by my own personal goat @lavenderlando đ
songs to set the vibes: sports car by tate mcrae, bad guy by billie eilish
warnings: 18+!! minors begone! smut, language, fluff, bit of angst bc landoâs in a mood, friends to lovers, p in v, porn without plot but there is a little bit of plot, bitchy lando
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you sit in silence, opening spotify and preparing to fiddle with the bluetooth as he slips into the drivers seat beside you. the car door slams shut and he huffs, jawline taut with annoyance. the hood of his car is surrounded, a million and one cameras pointed at you both as he tries to relax into his chair. the engine roars to life and you side eye him.
âwhen are you gonna learn, hm?â you try and sound playful, teasing, but it comes out laced with a twang of scolding. lando tenses up even further, turning to glare at you.
âgod forbid i go outside.â he snaps.
âgive over.â you roll your eyes. âpoor me, iâm famous! lando, you canât get angry when you park in the most high profile spot on the fucking planet and your fans want to worship you.â
âyou donât know what youâre talking about.â he sighs, white knuckles wrapping tighter around the steering wheel.
âdonât i? this has been happening a lot lately.â your voice softens, ever so slightly. âevery time iâm seen with you, you lash out.â
âbecause i donât want people harassing you, looking at you like some fucking commodity.â lando snarls, steely eyes locked on the supposed car enthusiasts that are slowly backing away from his parking space.
âlando, weâre friends. this has always been a thing. why is it bothering you so much now?â
you wonder if it bothers him for the same reason it bothers you.
he shuts his eyes, collecting himself for a moment. he puts the car in drive and smoothly pulls out of the space, ignores your question. you scowl at him, at this sudden childishness that has overtaken his easygoing manner in the last few months.
âfine. whatever.â you mutter, slumping defeatedly into your seat. you give up on playing music, leaving him to bask in the silence, something he loathed.
lando had switched from his usual self to this stony, irate version of him that you rarely had the displeasure of seeing, from the second you walked out of the restaurant where youâd had lunch. he was reluctant to pose for photos and sign hats, something he usually revelled in, grateful that people even wanted to see him. the swathes of fans that had gathered had irked him for once, but what really boiled his blood was the photographers that seemed to find him no matter where he chose to spend him time. so much for monacoâs privacy laws.
it wasnât like he cared about himself, either. it was you. the way they leered, leaned close to you while he was distracted with pens being shoved in his face. it was the way their eyes dipped low, whether you were in a tank top or a baggy hoodie. it was the way they spread the false, painful narrative all over the internet that you and lando were together, which drove hoards of losers into your comment section and your DMs just to call you names.
you were not together. as much as it pained him, you were just friends.
he couldnât exactly explain his overprotectiveness to you without getting himself into a big, tangled mess. you, being the resilient, cool as a cucumber stoic that you were didnât care what fourteen year olds on the internet thought about you. you werenât about to let faceless, jobless trolls ruin the friendship that youâd nurtured for years, through ups and downs, thick and thin, race wins and huge losses. but lando, god, it killed him, tore him up inside every time someone so much as looked at you wrong.
âyou really donât get it.â he says, hushed, like heâs telling a secret. you turn to look at him, tearing your eyes away from the glistening view of the marina.
âlando, tell me then. make it make sense because iâve never seen you behave like this. they love you! least you can do is lose the attitude over some harmless pictures.â
âjesus christ, itâs not the fans! itâs not the âharmless picturesâ! itâs these fucking creeps that follow us around just to make some money off of my own personal hell. you really donât get it, because if you did, youâd know that it breaks my fucking heart to see the way people talk about you online, just for being seen with me. itâs my fault that you get harassed, that paps are basically stalking you now.â
he signs of his rant with a sharp inhale, one that seems to suck all of the life out of the car. you melt.
âbut lando, it doesnât bother me. i just wanna be here with you, i donât care about the rest of it.â you coo softly, reaching over the centre console to grip his forearm.
âand i want you here. i want you with me every fucking second of the day, but i canât cope. canât help thinking that one day itâll all just be too much and youâll leave me.â he whispers.
ânever. never ever ever.â you promise. your belly swirls with emotions, tickled from the inside out by butterflies that threaten to swarm.
lando breathes shakily, warmed through by the hand that rests on his arm as he manoeuvres through the twisty lanes. as he hits traffic and slows, he clocks another photographer looming on the pavement, lens aimed at his windshield. already too annoyed, he aggressively smacks his sun visor down, leaning over the console to reach yours too, pulling it down. he prays itâs enough.
âyou need to relax, lan. iâm fine, weâre fine. i promise.â you reassure, but heâs breathing heavily now. âyou donât worry this much when itâs max.â you trail off.
he doesnât know what comes over him. he spins the car into a sharp u-turn, positively speeding back in the direction youâd just come from. any mention of you and him as a âweâ makes him crazy, makes him utterly lose his mind, but something about your sweet, earnest voice bringing him back to reality has left him completely shaken. the sun is setting now, most people clearing out of the underground car park he pulls into to head back to their homes. he has other intentions. you donât say another word until he pulls into a space at the back of the lot, tucked neatly into a corner.
âwhat are we doing?â
âneed a minute.â lando rasps, forehead resting on his steering wheel, the matte leather pushing his sharp curls back. you trail your eyes over him, the way his chest rises and falls under the sweatshirt heâs wearing, the way his thick fingers curl as his grip continues to tighten.
âiâm jealous. and iâm selfish. and iâm a complete fucking idiot.â lando says, steadily, like heâs reading the news.
âyouâre⊠youâre jealous? of what?â youâre like a deer in headlights.
âof any other person that gets to lay their fucking eyes on you.â
âwhat are you saying?â you whisper. the air in the car goes still, frozen. you canât breathe.
âiâm saying⊠that youâre mine. and i should have made that a known fact a long time ago.â ever so slowly he looks up at you, and you gasp at the intensity of his stare. heâs gazing at you with complete conviction in his eyes, a whole lot of vulnerability mixed in with the sincerity of his words. âi donât want anyone else anywhere near you. lose my fucking mind watching the way they look at you.â
âlandoâŠâ you trail off, eyes as wide as saucers. is he really saying what you think heâs saying?
âi know this is terrible of me, to do this now, here - to do this at all, to be honest. i know that i have no right to stake some kind of claim on you, and i know that you probably donât feel the same, but god, i just needed you to know. if you want me to shut the fuck up or leave you alone forever then i totally get it but-â
âoh my god, are you stupid?â you shake your head, still stuck in your state of disbelief, but you muster the coherency to grip the collar of his crewneck, tug him close.
your lips meet hastily, urgently, and every ounce to tension seems to seep out of the car. he moans at the very sensation of you against him, breath caught in his throat when you lace your finger through his hair like you want to mould your faces together, never stop. his brain finally catches up, awestruck as he is, and you trade passion and saliva, bumping noses as you clash chaotically.
âi think weâre both stupid.â he mumbles into your lips. you shut him up with another kiss, fiery and needy, and his hands begin to wander. he smoothes over the back of your jumper until he finds your waist, awkward in the limited space of the front of the car, and skims his hands up until heâs made his way beneath the material and heâs gripping your bare skin.
âtoo forward of me to ask you to get in the back?â lando pants with a cheeky smile.
âyou literally just marked your territory on me, and nearly bit a photographer. i think weâre past âforwardâ.â you deadpan.
âthen get in the fucking back.â he grins, devilish and commanding. you do as youâre told, wriggling between the leather until youâre propped up against the backseat. lando follows, sitting beside you, tugs you into his lap like youâre weightless.
you can feel him beneath you, hard and wanting, and you mewl, keen into him. your breaths mingle in the nonexistent space, lips brushing gently.
âthis okay?â landoâs lips ghost over yours and you lean forward, just enough to reach him. he pulls back, eyes hooded, teasing, and tuts. âuse your words.â
âwho knew you were such a bossy boots.â you smirk. âmore than okay.â
his eyes glaze over once he has your permission, and he kisses you like youâre the last supply of oxygen on earth. he licks into your mouth, wet and desperate and you whimper as he grazes over the crease of your thigh, toying with the hem of your skirt where itâs ridden up.
âcan feel you.â lando groans, pulling away to look between your bodies. âso warm for me, you like seeing me all riled up?â
you nod coyly, lip caught between your teeth, and you swear you see his eyelashes flutter.
âwhat did i say about words?â lando composes himself enough to tease. you roll your eyes, but you canât ignore the way heat rolls through your body.
âlike when you get all bitchy.â you reply, rolling your hips once.
âbitchy?â
âmhm. always been so easy to toy with.â you whisper, leaning in to nose along the thickness of his neck. you drag your tongue up the vein there, feeling it pulse under your tongue. he smells like his cologne, so him, and it makes you even hotter.
âoh, so youâve been playing with me?â he chokes out, eyes rolling back in his head at the marks youâre leaving.
âmaybe a little.â you hum.
âyou liked watching me get angry? pretending to be all sweet and clueless?â lando whispers, the words hanging heavy in the space between you. all you can manage in response is a mischievous smile that twists his tummy.
your hands trail under his sweatshirt, skating over the muscled ripples of his belly, ever so slightly dipping into the band of his sweats. his head lulls back, blindly holding you close while you worship him. he lets you, lets himself have this moment, thinking for so long that it would never come.
âwaited so long,â your lips brush over the shell of his ear, tongue grazing the lobe. he descends into a mess of shivers. âneeded you to break first. i knew you would.â you croon.
âyouâve been loving this, havenât you?â lando starts, low and calculating. âbet youâve been getting off on dressing like a whore for the cameras, watching me suffer.â he pieces together. your resolve cracks. âbad girl.â
the sense of control youâd briefly maintained shatters, a hand around your neck forcing you away from him, preventing your sweet torture. his fingers flex, just above your collarbone, and you swallow at the smirk that seems to engulf his entire face. he looks animalistic, crazed with a feral adoration that leaves you certain that youâre dripping all over his lap.
âi think youâve had your fun, baby, itâs my turn.â
you whine when he drags you across his lap, back and forth until youâre squirming. his hips rut up into yours, fuelling your desire for every single inch of him.
âplease, lando.â you breathe, reaching out to lace your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck.
âlet me look at you.â he demands, shutting down your intentions for more. âiâve waited long enough for this, donât you think?â
âso have i.â you beg him with your eyes, but give in to him nonetheless. youâre staining his lap, grey sweats darkening as your wetness pools there and he canât help but buck up into your warmth.
âwanna play with you, baby, see how you like it.â he taunts, bringing two fingers between your legs.
he brushes his knuckles over the obvious damp patch at the crotch of your panties, lip caught between his teeth at what he finds. your soaked through, and he pinches your bundle of nerves just to watch you thrash in his grip.
âi hate you right now.â you spit through gritted teeth, but your hips canât help but chase his hand.
âdoesnât feel like it.â he kisses you quick, loving the way you lean in for more, but he relaxes against the seat and dips slowly beneath your underwear. âfuck.â
he doesnât have to work too hard to spread your wetness around, youâre already lathered in it, but he continues to tease, fingers gliding over your clit and through your folds.
âplease.â you beg, leaning back to give him as much access as possible.
âwhat do you want, baby? tell me.â he urges, drawing circles on the swollen bundle of nerves.
âyour fingers.â
âyou have them.â he barks out a condescending laugh, applying more pressure just to prove his point.
âneed them inside of me.â you pant, eyes squeezing shut at his sadistic game between your thighs.
âthatâs my girl.â he praises, and you curse, clamping down around him before he even gets the first knuckle inside of you.
âhow are you doing this to me?â you think aloud, tears in your waterline already. it all feels far too good for a first time.
âbecause i know you better than you think i do.â he coos.
lando pulls you flush against him, grinding his fingers deep so that they curl deliciously against your sweet spot. his palm bumps your clit with every twist of digits and he nips over your collarbone. his tongue laves over your skin, tasting the perspiration that gathers as the car steams up around you. youâre suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings, huddled together in the back of his urus in a dimly lit car park. thank god youâd lost the photographers.
âcanât believe weâre doing this.â you gasp, feeling your tummy tighten at the thrill of it all, of feeling your best friend work to please you.
âi knew it would happen. knew that someday iâd get to see you like this, all for me.â
âall for you.â you repeat, drunk on him as you rode his fingers. âfeels so good.â
âwant you to come for me like this.â lando orders, replacing the heel of his hand with his thumb against your clit. his ministrations are more controlled like this, precise, and you throw your head back in pleasure. his teeth sink in to the base of your neck, sucking softly over the bruising skin, lapping at the mark to soothe it.
âiâm so close, lan.â* you choke, riding his fingers as you near your release.
âcâmon baby, make a mess for me.â he urges, eyes locked intensely on yours. youâre enticed by the sea green storm that swirls in his irises, shrinking as his pupils blow with lust. you canât help it, canât delay the inevitable, and you thrash in his arms, wildly bucking your hips against his as you fall apart.
you gush all over his lap, further ruining his sweatpants but he doesnât bat an eyelid, working you through your orgasm until youâre spent. heâs transfixed by the way your thighs glisten, by the way your release seeps through the material covering his crotch and it makes him throb.
âthatâs it baby.â he murmurs, voice low and smooth. you pant, collapsing forwards onto him.
âthank you.â you whisper into his neck, and he laughs softly.
âdonât thank me, silly girl.â he coos into your ear. you pull back just enough to kiss him, taking it slow, giving you a moment to come down from your devastatingly intense high. youâre exhausted, eyes fluttering shut from the exertion, and he tucks sweaty strands of your hair behind your ears. his fingers graze your warmed cheeks, noses bumping and you take him in, carefully studying the lines of his face, the sharp slope of his nose, the flutter of his eyelashes against those ridiculously high cheekbones.
âyouâre so pretty.â your voice floats over him like a delicate caress, makes him shiver. he grins at you, enamoured.
âdidnât think our first time would be in the back of my car but i donât think i canât wait to get you home.â
âyouâve thought about this?â you ask, bashful. he gazes up at you sheepishly.
âevery night before bed.â he jokes, and you shift your hips.
youâre overstimulated, but it does the trick, the playful haze shattering, replaced by thick, charged tension.
âyou gonna make that fantasy a reality?â
âyeah. yeah, i am.â he mumbles.
his hands skim your waist, pushing your jumper up as he goes higher and higher, until itâs off, chucked into the footwell. you tear at his sweatshirt until it joins your discarded clothing and explore the bronzed planes of his chest, extra sun-kissed by the trip youâd taken to dubai just a few weeks before. if only youâd known thenâŠ
âhurry.â you plead, and he scoffs, adjusting you on his lap just enough to free himself from his sweatpants and boxers, and you gawk down at whatâs revealed to you.
itâs big, thick, and you sigh in relief that heâd so thoroughly stretched you out, got you nice and slick for him already.
âgonna take it all for me?â lando taunts, catching your hanging jaw between two firm fingers, forcing you to look at him.
âgonna try.â you reason, breathing shakily as you rise up on your knees. you feel the head of his cock prodding your clit, the sodden tip running along your folds until it catches on your entrance. you both hiss as the contact, his hands steadying your hips.
âyou can do it, baby.â lando promises, helps you begin your descent.
âoh my god.â you gasp, sinking down slowly. âdunno if i can take it, lan, youâre so- soâŠâ you trail off, head thrown back far enough that you miss the way heâs smirking up at you.
âcâmon baby, being such a good girl for me, i know you can take it. just a little more.â he goads, pressing each button of your apparent praise kink, and you whine, soft moans tumbling from your lips. a sense of determination becomes you, and youâre aching to take him all the way.
you cry out his name when youâre pressed flush against him, and he soothes circles into your hips, holding you close against his chest. one hand smoothes through your hair, the lace of your bra scratching against his chest as you breathe rapidly.
âwell done, baby, knew you could do it.â lando praises, trailing kisses over your face. you quiver in his hold, hips wiggling ever so slightly, and he takes that as a sign. âwant me to do the work, hmm? make you feel so good?â
you nod lazily, looking up at him from where your face is smushed against his shoulder, and he lets you break his rule of âwordsâ, softened by how beautiful you look, vulnerable in his strong arms. he starts to move, fucking up into you slowly, feeling you out. you can feel him twitch inside of you, his breath catching in his throat at the feeling of you, tight and warm, enveloped all around him. you roll your hips languidly, meeting his thrusts and you both moan out as the explosion of sensations unfolds between you.
âharder, lando. can take it.â you mumble, glazed over doe eyes looking into his. he tenses up, shaken to the very core by the emotional tether between you, feeling the way it grows even stronger. the one woman heâd wanted since heâd laid eyes on you, the one women he never thought he could have; his heart pounds violently in his chest.
he readjusts your hips, pushing you back so that youâre upright once more, eyes raking hungrily over your flushed body. your skirt is bunched around your waist, panties tugged to the side, cups of your bra barely covering anything anymore. he tweaks a nipple through the lace, paws at your tits until youâre fluttering around him. the cups of your bra are tugged down, resting below your breasts and he swallows hard.
âfuck me, youâre so beautiful.â lando rasps, leaning you back further to perfect the angle.
once heâs satisfied, he bounces you against him, meeting your hips with harsh thrusts, his pace unrelenting. he can see the way you pool around his base, dampening the thatching of hair that decorates his pelvic bone. you seem to chase the friction there, rutting your clit against him. sweet puffs of breath fill his ears, melodic combined with a symphony of your needy whines, continuously intensifying as he fucks you deeper and deeper.
âitâs so good.â you slur, mouth hanging open, totally unhinged from the raw pleasure that he courses through your veins.
âyouâre doing so good for me, baby.â he wants to say more, but then he sees it, the way your lower belly seems to protrude with every roll of his hips. âoh, fuck.â he cries out.
âdo you see that, baby? see how deep i am?â lando growls, voice rippling through your connected bodies. you glance down, and the first tears start to fall.
âoh my god.â you repeat, nothing else to say, totally braindead at the sight. your cheeks are wet with tear tracks, utterly overwhelmed by the way heâs taking you, so blissful that it hurts.
âyou crying for me, baby? do i feel that good?â lando mocks, reinvigorated by the way your tears gather at your collarbone. his hand swipes messily against your throat, swiping them away, but you catch his hand, keeping it there. your eyes lock as your hand squeezes around his, a silent plea. he rocks up into you even harder, hand clamping around you neck slowly, leaving your breathless, liquid heat shooting down your spine. you canât stop it from hitting you like a ton of bricks, canât hold back, not when heâs making it hurt so fucking good.
âlando, i canât- iâm gonna- fuck.â you bellow, falling to pieces around him. he keeps you propped up through your orgasm, plowing into your limp body until youâre so tight around him that he quite literally canât keep going. he shudders, repeating your name like a godforsaken prayer as his abs flex beneath your shaky hands. you feel him filling you up, shots of warmth painting your insides.
lando lets you collapse into his arms, holding you tight as you both tremble in the silence of the car. condensation rolls down the windows, giving away your frenzied desires. if anyone caught sight of his car, it wouldnât be hard to do the math.
âgonna let me take you home so we can do that again?â lando laughs, breathing you in. he can feel the way your chest rumbles softly in response, hears your angelic, raspy laugh.
âgimme a sec, donât think i can move ever again.â you groan, sighing into his chest.
you stay there for a while, basking in it, coming down. he traces shapes into the bare skin of your back; you absentmindedly trace a heart into the window fog.
when you finally manage to redress, itâs dark outside, bright lights casting patterns into the calm midnight of the marina. he holds your hand as he drives up into the heights of monaco, and you stare at the way yours fits so perfectly with his, just like how your head tucked so perfectly into the crook of his neck. you smile out the window and lando smiles at you.
by the time bedtime rolls around, youâre both well and truly exhausted. when you try and wriggle out of his grip, ready to retreat back to the guest room like a wounded animal, lando pouts - pouts! - and holds you even tighter.
âsilly girl.â he kisses the words into your hairline, and drifts off to sleep.
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+ summary:Â after spending countless hours building a house for your boyfriend... you're suddenly met with his bed placed right next to yours? what the hell man! + pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader + word count: 800~ + content: fluff, established relationship, they're just playing minecraft lol, reader likes to bicker.
[á°.á] happy valentine's day!!! thought i would post something small to celebrate since i didn't post for last year's valentine's day. also i would like to (unfortunately) thank @cherry-zip for bullying me into posting this on time! hope you enjoy, thanks for reading! <3 (borders made by @enchanthings !)
"Câmon dude,â you groaned, staring at the sight in front of you. âI made you a house for a reason!â
Wonwooâs response? Moving his bed right next to yours.Â
âWell, I want to sleep here,â he stated simply.
You let out an annoyed sigh, arms crossed. âLike, seriously? The colors donât even match!â
Wonwoo only giggled, enjoying your frustration with him. âWhat are you talking about? My purple bed goes perfectly with your pink one. Also, what if a creeper spawns in my houseâhow will you ever hear my cries for help?â
Your eye twitched at his insistence. God, he was so annoying. âNow, why would a creeper spawn in your house?âÂ
âYou never know, Iâve seen it happen before.âÂ
âFine. Iâll move out then,â you said, quickly destroying your bed and leaving the house. You werenât even bothered enough to take anything from your chests.
The two of you continued playing in silence for a few minutes. Itâs not like you were actually mad or anything⊠but it was fun to start a meaningless fight with Wonwoo.Â
In the meantime, you explored the surrounding biomes in hopes of finding a suitable place to make a new house. Well, more like a camp. (Your house was way too pretty for you to simply abandon.)
After a few more minutes of silence, Wonwoo began to message you in the game.
[gam3bo1: where are you :(]
[gam3bo1: i miss youuuuu]
[gam3bo1: answer me!]
âAre you mad at me?â He asked, turning to look at you from his monitor, eyes filled with faux innocence.
You scoffed. âOh, no. Not at all. I just love how youâre completely ignoring the fact that I built a whole house for you, and yet, you insist on staying in my house!â
Wonwoo let out a dramatic sigh. âWell, it's not my fault my house feels so⊠lonely.âÂ
You rolled your eyes as he spoke, but he didnât stop there. Who wouldâve known that he was going to be this pouty.
âLook, our babies miss you too.â He waved you down to look over at his screen.
To your disappointment, curiosity got the better of you. âThis better beââ Your voice cut off at the sight of your pets.Â
All of your in-game petsâthe dogs, cats, and even the random parrot you found in a jungle biome a few weeks backâwere all sitting obediently inside your home. Wonwoo had conveniently placed them all in front of his bed, having them turned to look at the empty spaceâwhere your bed used to be.Â
You narrowed your eyes upon realizing the little stunt he was trying to pull on you. âYouâre trying to manipulate me into going back home!â
Wonwoo gasped. âI would never do such a thing!â
After a few moments of pure laughter, you finally gave in. You could never stay mad at him for too long.Â
â...Fine, Iâll come back.â You huffed out, finally turning back to your monitor and making your way back home.
As you neared your house, something new caught your eye.
Behind your house, was a small, heart-shaped garden. The ground was tiled in a red-and-pink checkered pattern, carefully placed block by block. Peonies and roses filled the gardenâs corners, their colors nicely decorating the huge heart in the middle. In front of the heart sat a small seating area just for the two of you.
âOh.â
âI made it while you were ignoring me,â Wonwoo said, his voice suddenly next to your ear.
Your fingers hovered over your keyboard. It was⊠annoyingly cute.
You continued to move around, stepping onto the checkered flooring and admiring the little details he had placed all around. It was cute.
â...You built me a garden?â you asked softly.
Wonwoo hummed. âI might have had help from a few tutorials, but yeah. I wanted to make a spot for us.âÂ
And unsurprisingly, your stomach did an embarrassing flip.
Wonwoo went back over to his desk, quickly moving his player to sit on one of the chairs in the garden. Following him, you sat down in the chair in front of him, and before you could even say anything he beat you to it.
âI just thought our shared house could use a little extra love. You know, since we obviously live together.â
You groaned, covering your face with your hands as Wonwoo laughed triumphantly beside you. He just had to ruin the moment!Â
âNow câmon, letâs go to bed,â he said as he pressed âSave and Exitâ. By the time you reached the main menu, Wonwoo was already pulling you away from your desk.
âIâm never building you anything ever again,â you muttered, body betraying you as you leaned into him on your shared bed.
âYeah, yeah,â he murmured into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. âAnd yet you still let me sleep next to you.âÂ
You wanted to argue, but sleep was already pulling you away. âMhm, whatever helps you sleep at night.â
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thinking about the first time megumi calls you a pet name.
youâd been dating for a while, a few months at that point, but he was always reluctant to use a pet name for you.
he preferred to call you by your name or the nickname everyone gives you.
but maybe itâs yuji that changes his mind.
âwaitâ fushiguro, you donât call her baby? or sweetie? pookie maybe?? just y/n?â
ââŠthatâs her name.â
but the thought lingers for weeks and he starts thinking about all the things that you call him.
âhey, gumi!â
âhi, baby,â before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
âoh my god, gumi you have to see this!â
âthank you, sweet boyââ
since when did you start giving him pet names? perhaps itâs because it sounds so natural coming from you. you say cute pet names with such confidence behind them that he barely registers that youâre the only one who calls him those things.
there are a few failed attempts where the cute pet name he totally didnât spend hours thinking about in his dorm last night, gets stuck in his throat and he just ends up hiding his red face in the collar of his jacket.
pet names donât come naturally to megumi. before he met you, he thought pet names were sort of cringey and lame, that they sounded stupid.
but he feels so fuzzy when you say them, your smile bright and beaming, your sparkly eyes making him weak at the knees and the adorable pet name sending a jab right through his chest.
so thereâs a second attempt.
and a third,
and a fourth,
before he gets it out without stuttering over his words and wishing the floor would swallow him whole because you didnât hear him or it came out as a choked cough rather than an actual wordâ
âhi baby! i picked us up some pizza⊠i thought we could catch up on our watch list tonight.â
and megumi gulps back the lump in his throat, clammy hands clutching the material of his sweatsâ
âsounds good⊠babe.â
and you pause, a smile beaming across your face and you slowly turn to him.
âwhat was thatâ?â
ânothing.â
âno, what did you call me?â
âforget it.â
âwait, donât be embarrassed, gumi!â
âtoo late, iâm going to ask shoko for her strongest shit so i can forget what just happenedââ
and you giggle, tugging on his sleeve as he attempts to writhe away from you on the bed, pressing his face into the nearest pillow as you clamber over him with a cheeky smile.
âdid you call me a pet name mr. fushiguro?â
âand iâll regret it til i die.â
âoh, boo.â
safe to say he tends to stick with calling you your name or your offical nickname, but there are some rarer occasions where it slips out.
like when heâs unbelievably tired and sore from a day of sparring and missions, and he sneaks into your dorm and crawls into bed with you.
âlong day, hm?â
âmm, i feel better now though.â
and you stroke his hair, âget some sleep then, âkay?â
âmhm⊠thank you, baby.â
and you just smile against his hair, he doesnât realise what heâs said and itâs better that way, because it makes it a little more special.
#wrote this on my phone lol#jjk#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#x reader#megumi x reader#jjk megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro#megumi fushiguro x reader#megumi fluff#megumi x reader fluff#megumi drabble
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had a nightmare that i lived in a futuristic scifi city where teleportation had become the norm and replaced all other forms of transportation and one day i suddenly became aware that teleportation kills people and just creates a clone of them that thinks it's the same person and that if i ever teleported again i would die, and that every time one of my friends or family teleports they die, that i'm not even the original me, that all newborn babies live a few hours at most, until their first teleportation. but no one would believe me and treated me like i was crazy and my life was almost impossible without teleportation because there were no more roads connecting cities and all stairs and elevators had been removed so i couldnt get to my job or the grocery store or do pretty much anything. in the end i had to gaslight myself into just pretending the people around me weren't dying and the copies were really them because after all it's stupid to mourn someone standing right next to you isn't it? if you only spend a few hours with each iteration what meaning does it have?
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love you always
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: lando plans a series of surprises for you on valentine's day. (2.4k)
a/n: happy valentine's day my loves!! here's something sweet <3 believe it or not it's 3AM and i wrote this all in one go so if you see any errors no you don't ;)
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The surprises start first thing in the morning.Â
Lando is up and out of the house for training long before you even stir, but made sure you woke up to something nice. When you shuffle out to the kitchen in much need of coffee to get your day going, youâre pleasantly surprised by a full pot of the good coffee made with beans youâve always saved for special occasions, and pastries from your favorite bakery.Â
A little note beside the box of mouthwatering baked goods reads a message from your boyfriend.Â
happy valentineâs day, my love. sorry i couldnât be there when you woke up, but i hope these make you smile. be on the lookout for more surprises today <3 love you always - LNÂ
The second surprise is waiting for you when you make your way to work. Youâve barely just walked into the office when youâre approached by Cass, one of your closest work friends.Â
âGirl, you are one lucky bitch. Iâd die if my man got me something like that,â She gushes, eyes gleaming. You squint at her in confusion.
âSorry, what?â You say, unsure. She just smiles knowingly, tilting her head towards your cubicle. It isnât until you lay eyes on your desk that you see what sheâs talking about.Â
A giant bouquet of red roses with babyâs breath scattered amongst the bunch sits on your chair, wrapped in colorful paper and tied together with a string. Nestled in it is another note from Lando, this one with the message embossed on crisp cardstockâ
told you iâd have more surprises :) if i know you (and iâm pretty sure i do), youâre too caught up with the roses to notice the other thing, so look on your desk. maybe wear it tonight? love you always - LN
Lando is right, you hadnât noticed the small box sitting right in the middle of your desk, seemingly nothing until you open it carefully.
A necklace sparkles out at youâa pendant of your birthstone, hanging on a delicate chain. Itâs absolutely gorgeous, and another beautiful necklace to add to the ever growing collection of jewelry Landoâs gifted you in your time together.Â
Wear it tonight.Â
There was no doubt that Lando had planned a date for tonight, but youâd been unsuccessful in weaseling any details out of him these past few days leading up to today.Â
âCan you just tell me what youâve got planned?â You whine, pouting over at Lando where heâs putting away his shirts in the wardrobe. âLike, what restaurant are we going to?â
âUm, no.â He shoots you a look that screams judgement, but you know itâs all in good nature. âThat would completely ruin the surprise.âÂ
âBut I need to figure out what Iâm going to wear,â You reason, sitting up quickly. Lando pins you to the spot with another disapproving look that you ignore, digging in your metaphorical heels. âWhat if I show up looking like an absolute slob because you didnât tell me it was somewhere fancy? That would be your fault, not mine.âÂ
Lando finishes his task, coming over to the bed where youâre sat cross-legged, and props himself up on his elbows right in front of you. âFirst of all, you never look like a slob. Even when youâre on the last day of your hair wash cycle and youâve just come back from a run, youâre still the most beautiful girl in the world.âÂ
âThatâs disgusting, butâŠoddly sweet of you.âÂ
âSecond of all,â He says pointedly, poking you in the leg for interrupting him, âIf I tell you where Iâve made reservations, youâll spend all day thinking about it and youâll freak yourself out like you tend to do. So no, Iâm not telling you what Iâve got planned.âÂ
Well, no one can ever say Lando doesnât know you. He knows you too well, really. Knows your tendencies, exactly whatâll be running through your mind. Â
âI hate how perfect you are,â You sniff, wrinkling your nose at him.Â
âYeah, I love you too, baby.âÂ
You know Lando is probably busy with training so you donât call him, but you do shoot him a thank you text, to which he returns with a whole slew of love related emojis.Â
Youâre not usually one to enjoy being showered with gifts, but the fact that heâs planned all these surprises to make sure you know heâs thinking of you has butterflies fluttering in your chest.Â
Lando never ceases to make you feel so loved, all the time, even when heâs not physically there with you.Â
Youâre hard at work when your Cass calls your name around noon, drawing you out of your focus.Â
âHey, thereâs a food delivery person asking for you at the front desk.âÂ
âAre you sure? I didnât order anything,â You reply, brows creased in curiosity.Â
You hadnât ordered anything, but thinking about food makes you realize youâd completely forgotten to pack your lunch before youâd left the house this morning. Oddly enough, you donât even remember seeing it in the fridge on the shelf where it usually is.Â
She shrugs. âTheyâre asking for you.â
You thank Cass quickly, making your way to the lobby to meet the delivery person.Â
âHi!â You say politely. âSorry to keep you waiting, but I didnât order anything. Maybe youâve got the wrong address?â
One look at the restaurant name on the bag almost has you taking back your words, because itâs from your favorite little cafe in the city, and if you take a deep enough breath, you can almost smell the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the paper bag.Â
The poor delivery driver looks as puzzled as you feel. She blinks, looking at something on her phone before tilting her head. âUh, I donât think so? The system said the order was placed by a Bob N? Do you know a Bob that would order takeaway to this address?âÂ
You have to fight the urge to laugh. Of course it was Lando whoâd ordered takeaway. Another Valentineâs Day surprise for you, it seems.Â
âWow, Iâm so sorry for the confusion. My boyfriend, he mustâve had it sent here without letting me know,â You explain, feeling your cheeks blaze warm. âYes, itâs for me.âÂ
âOh my god, thatâs so cute! Your boyfriend is so sweet!â She gushes, passing over the bag.
âYeah, he is,â You chuckle. âThank you so much, have a great day! Sorry again for the mix up.âÂ
âYou too, happy Valentineâs Day!âÂ
Upon opening the bag when you get back to your desk, you see something tucked in beside the takeaway container. Yet another note, not printed nor in his handwriting, so heâd probably made a special request for the restaurant to write it.Â
hope youâre hungry! enjoy your lunch, baby. dayâs halfway over, see you soon <3 love you always - Bob
This time, you do call Lando as you munch on your food.Â
âHi, baby!â You chirp happily.Â
âHey, you,â He greets back, sounding glad to hear your voice. He always does whenever you give him a ring. âWhatâs up?âÂ
âHowâd you know Iâd forgotten my lunch?âÂ
âWhat? You did? No way!â Lando sounds a little too smug to be innocent, and it isnât hard to connect the dots now.Â
You chuckle, a little disbelieved. âDid you seriously hide my lunch just so you could have takeaway delivered to my office?âÂ
âI did no such thing. Did I accidentally toss it out whilst I was taking out the rubbish last night? Maybe. But weâll never know, will we?âÂ
âSure we wonât. Thank you, by the way. Iâve been craving this all week.âÂ
âI know. Heard you muttering about it in your sleep the other night. Fuckinâ weirdo.â You can almost imagine him grinning that big toothy smile of his that you love, shaking his head at you. âAnyways, good news. I managed to convince Jon to let me off early today, so I can pick you up from work.âÂ
âReally? Howâd you swing that?âÂ
âMightâve let it slip Iâve got something special planned for us tonight and he caved. That man is such a sucker for love, itâs crazy.âÂ
âSo youâll tell your trainer what weâre doing tonight, but you wonât tell me? Thatâs messed up, Norris,â You say teasingly. He laughs.Â
âWell, heâs not the one Iâm trying to surprise, you muppet. Youâll find out soon enough, donât you worry,â Lando tuts. You hear someone say something on his end of the line that Lando gives a muffled reply to, but heâs back before you know it. âMâsorry, I gotta get back to it. Iâll see you at five?âÂ
âIâll be waiting. Tell Jon I say hi and thanks for giving you some freedom today. Love you always!âÂ
âLove you always.âÂ
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The rest of the workday goes by without any more Lando surprises, but youâre still nearly buzzing with energy because of the fact you get to see him earlier than youâd expected. After a long day of work, your wonderful boyfriend is just what you need.Â
You see him through the doors before he sees you. Heâs leaning against the side of his sleek Porsche, cap backwards on his head as he squints through the waning sunlight in search of you and looking unfairly handsome while doing so. You even pause to snap a sneaky photo of him because he just looks so good.Â
When you finally exit the building, Lando beams, holding a hand up in greeting.Â
âHi, gorgeous.â He smiles, leaning in for a kiss as soon as you get within armsâ length of him. âMissed you.âÂ
âMissed you too, Lan.â You mean it. Even though youâve only been apart for a workday, heâs been on your mind throughout it. You donât know how you survive race weeks without being with him all the time.Â
âReady to go home?âÂ
âNever been more ready. Maybe Iâll worm some information about tonight out of you on the way.âÂ
âSneaky girl. Right, Iâll tell you this, itâs a nice restaurant. Somewhere weâve been before.âÂ
âBut not my favorite restaurant, because you already got me food from there today.âÂ
âObservant, arenât you? No, not that one.â He opens the passenger side door for you to get in and you do, wracking your brain for any idea of where Lando would be taking you in a few hours. âAlright, donât think too hard about it. Wouldnât want you to hurt yourself now.âÂ
âRude.âÂ
âLook, is it alright for me to lightly suggest what I think you could wear?â He asks, pulling out of the car park and onto the road. You shoot him a look that tells him to be careful, but still nod slowly. âThat dress that I like. The swishy one with the thin straps that make your boobs lookââÂ
âLando.âÂ
âSorry, sorry, got a little carried away,â He says sheepishly. âBut yeah, that one would be perfect.âÂ
âThatâs a nice one,â You hum, tilting your head in thought. âYouâve got good taste after all.âÂ
âUm, yeah, I know. I bought it.âÂ
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Youâve got on the dress that Lando suggested, but thereâs one thing you always forget about this specific one. The zipper on the back is near impossible for you to get all the way up on your own. No matter how hard you try, youâve always had to get Lando to help you that last bit.Â
âLan, could you câmere a second?â You call down the corridor. Footsteps echo right away, and then heâs in the doorway, adjusting the cuff of his dress shirt with intense focus.Â
âYeah, whatâs up?âÂ
âCould you zip me?âÂ
âCould Iâoh, fuck.âÂ
You make eye contact in the mirror in front of you and Lando freezes right where he is, mouth ajar, blinking at you like he canât believe youâre real and in front of him.Â
âHelp?â You urge, fighting an amused smile at how absolutely floored he looks.Â
He gives his head a shake, rushing over to help you. Shaky fingers slide the delicate zipper up until itâs good. âSorry, I justâevery time you wear that dress I think I forget how to breathe a little bit.âÂ
âIâm flattered.âÂ
âYou should be. Baby, you look absolutely beautiful.â His gaze flits to your necklace, the new one youâd gotten today, and his mouth curves into a smile. âThatâs a nice one. Wonder who got it for you?âÂ
âMy boyfriend, actually. Dunno if you know him, but heâs kinda the best. Massive forehead though.âÂ
âOh, youâre funny,â He huffs, nose wrinkling in overdramatic offense that makes you giggle. âKiss?âÂ
âYouâd have my lipstick all over your mouth.âÂ
âDoes it look like I care? I wanna kiss you.âÂ
Rolling your eyes playfully, you let him kiss you. While youâre expecting a short kiss, Lando takes it a step further, two hands sliding behind you to dip you backwards a little bit to deepen it. To say youâre taken by surprise is a slight understatement, but you go with what heâs doing.Â
You kiss him until youâre breathless, pulling back with a hand splayed over his chest.Â
Lando grins goofily with lipstick smudges all over his mouth. âTotally worth it,â He says, looking absolutely giddy.
Once youâve reapplied what had rubbed off on Lando, youâre off through the city in Landoâs favorite car. The more familiar your surroundings get, the more you realize where heâs taking you, and your suspicions are concerned when he pulls up to the valet.Â
The restaurant where youâd had your first date.Â
Lando always tells you how heâd known heâd wanted to spend the rest of his life with you on that first date, even before your entrees came. You always tell him youâd known it then too.Â
âDid I do good?â He asks hopefully, holding out his elbow for you to loop your arm through as soon as heâs helped you out of the car.
âYou did perfect, Lan. I might cry, actually.âÂ
âNo, donât do that! Youâll mess up your mascara and then youâll look like a raccoon for the rest of the night.âÂ
You scoff lightly, successfully blinking back tears. âWouldnât want that, would we?âÂ
âWe would not. Though Iâd still think you were the cutest raccoon out of all the raccoons.âÂ
âYouâre so dumb. I love you.âÂ
âLove you, babe. Always.âÂ
A nice dinner at a restaurant dear to your heart with the love of your life. Itâs all you couldâve asked for, and Lando has gone beyond that to show you how much he loves you.Â
On a Valentineâs Day full of wonderful surprises, this is the best one of all.
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girls on film
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18+. mdni! smut, so much smut. p in v, eddie is a munch! alcohol mentions. pornstar!eddie munson x reader. no use of y/n! modern au.
eddie munson makes porn. you make it. only, eddie doesn't much like the sounds of that.
a/n: happy valentines day my loves! spend some time with our favourite nerd eddie instead of a real man that'll only disappoint. i am so guilty of always giving eddie a breeding kink and then just never giving him any children oopsie hehe. i've been writing this on and off for months now, i already have a p2 and p3 the question is whether i'll finish them or not lol
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
when anyone asked, youâd tell people you were a set assistant.Â
what they didnât have to know was that you were a set assistant for pornstars.Â
it wasnât ever a dream of yours, nor something youâd have ever pictured yourself doing, but it paid the bills and hey, sometimes you met cool people through it too.Â
todayâs no different to any other, waiting for the talent to arrive as you prep the scene. itâs something ludicrous, metal guy meets friends innocent younger sister, something along those lines.Â
you never really paid attention to much of that stuff, at some point it just became so much noise and frantic movement that the script never really mattered.Â
heâs late. youâve heard whispers of his nonchalance before. only hoping that youâd still get home on time.Â
when the elusive man finally decides to bless you all with his presence, youâre taken back. not ever expecting the lanky guy that had shuffled through the door. all hair and denim.Â
his charm makes up for his tardiness. flowing out of his mouth in droves, shaking hands and sharing hugs with the crew until he gets to you.Â
âhey,â the man grins, pulling you in for a half-hug, âiâm eddie, super excited for today now that iâve seen you.âÂ
you stare back in confusion, youâd be running towels and telling lighting what to do, why would he ever be excited about that?Â
âanything youâre not comfortable with?â he asks, squeezing your arm gently.Â
âoh.. what? iâm not- sorry, i just work on set,â shrinking into yourself although flattered that heâd thought you were starring opposite him.Â
âoh,â sounding almost disappointed, âthatâs a real shame,â the thick smell of his cologne and cigarette smoke wafting towards you.Â
your cheeks burn, averting your gaze to the ground, finding solace away from his heavy stare.Â
âwho is the lucky lady?â eyes gliding around the women in the room, choosing to once again settle on you.Â
âsheâs.. um, sheâs getting ready,â gesturing towards the small dressing area you had.Â
you were never this bumbling, a thousand handsome men had stood before you and had never, ever had this impact upon you.Â
âcool.. okay,â he nods, âwhere dâyou need me?â his leather jacket tightening around his strong arms, knocking the wind out of your chest.Â
âover here,â gesturing vaguely at the empty makeup chair, losing any and all composure when he pats your arm on the way past.Â
christ.Â
you needed to get a grip and get it fast.Â
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a lick of fresh air would help pull you from this disgustingly down bad headspace heâd plunged you into.Â
or not.Â
eddieâs hand curls around your arm just before you reach the door, âiâll join ya,â cigarette already poised in between his lips.Â
you can only nod, stepping out into the cool air though it does nothing for your flushed cheeks, edging away despite his efforts to keep close.Â
youâre a little intimidated by his hardiness and hardness. struggling to keep your eyes above the waistband.Â
âyou ever thought about doing this?â he asks, blowing the smoke from the side of his mouth.Â
ânot really.âÂ
âthatâs a shame,â he smirks, âi think weâd make something beautiful,â keeping his gaze steady on your flustered face.Â
âstop it,â brushing him off coyly, he didnât have to be so sickly sweet, his smirk had clearly already worked its magic on you.Â
âyou donât agree?â eddieâs eyebrow raises, taking a slow, drawn-out toke of his cigarette.
you shake your head, âthereâs a reason iâm behind the camera and not in front of it,â staring out at the bleak, grey parking lot.Â
âwell i think we should change that,â stepping in front of you, leaving you no room to not look at him, âiâm in town for the week, iâd love to see you again.âÂ
this didnât happen to you, ever. the girls you worked with were otherworldly in terms of their beauty, no one ever really paid you any attention at all.Â
eddie can sense your hesitation, assuming that heâd scared you away already, âlook, take my number. you donât have to call but iâd like you to,â slipping his cell from his pocket.Â
you nod almost on your own, retrieving your own phone to hand off to him. heâs slick in the way he taps the number in, cigarette balanced on his lip as his eyes flicker between phone screens.Â
âthere ya go,â placing your phone back in your clammy palm, âdo what you want with it, i go back to chicago on thursday,â making it clear that whatever this may be, would be temporary.Â
âo-okay,â nodding quickly, there was a high likelihood that his number just sat there for the rest of eternity, never to be used or clicked on again.Â
you donât take eddie as the type of guy to pressure you, in fact, he seems quite the opposite. so much so that if you donât take him up on his offer, youâll never hear from him again.Â
itâs truly an offer you really shouldnât refuse, but yet youâre hesitant to even accept his advances. mixing work and pleasure like this, especially with someone like eddie, could only end one way.Â
âi better get back in, yâready?â holding the door open, a real gentleman, making you flustered of the most common of decencies.Â
you were fucked.Â
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itâs hellish watching him perform.Â
not just seeing everything his tight jeans had hidden away but also the way he truly cared about his partner.Â
all the gentle touches to her face, cradling her body while completely disrespecting it too. globs of spit leaving his mouth to coat her cunt, making your thighs press together with indescribable want.Â
he glances back between takes, making sure to catch your eye every single time. running his tongue over his bottom lip, knocking the air from your lungs without fail.Â
youâd bore witness to many overdramatic, frankly fake orgasms in your years on set. very rarely did anything ever make you feel quite like you did today. screaming jealousy at her disappearing eyes, the way his lips brush against her ear, guiding her through her second orgasm of the session.Â
itâs not loud, or irritating, just soft mewls accompanied by his soothing voice, making sure you were soaking right through your jeans.Â
when eddie cums, his lips fall apart, head thrown back as his hips stutter, using her back as a canvas, jaw gritted together.Â
âthat was great!â tom yells, your makeshift director. ushering for you to hurry up with the towels and cold water. your fingers trembling as they brush against eddieâs.Â
he offers a sweet thank you, quickly slipping back into his robe as you try to regain some semblance of control over yourself.Â
youâre ridiculous, a giggly teenage girl more than a grown woman who watches people fuck for a living. this had solidified your position on ever calling him, and simply put, you couldnât.Â
in fact, youâre not certain you can even speak his name again, destined to live a life of perpetual wondering about what could have been.Â
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one glass of wine seemed to have been all it took to get eddie fucking munson back into your head.Â
youâd done so well so far, managing to push the disgraceful thoughts way, way to the back of your mind, only for one measly glass of sauvignon blanc to destroy all of your progress.Â
itâs not like you were actually going to call him, just toying with the idea, hovering over the button. a little foreplay, if you will.Â
maybe you should.Â
if one glass of wine was enough to have you already breaking the promise youâd made to yourself, whoâs to say what years and years of unknowing would do?Â
eddie was interested first, he came onto you first. thereâs no doubt heâd be as eager as you were, but you still canât help the niggling sounds of apprehension.Â
the tone is dialling before you can second guess yourself and end it, fingers trembling around your phone, as if it were a ticking time bomb awaiting detonation.Â
it rings a couple times before it clicks, connecting the call, âhello?â his voice echoes, thick and as intoxicating as the first time you heard it.Â
your lips move yet produce no sound. reluctantly hoping heâll think itâs a prank call and block the number.Â
âeddie,â the first word to form on your tongue, potentially the worst thing you couldâve said.Â
âitâs you,â his smile evident, even through the phone, âi was hopinâ youâd call,â you can hear the hustle and bustle of the restaurant now, he mumbles something to a passing waiter about the bill and now suddenly you feel immensely guilty about calling him on a saturday night.
âiâm sorry- am i interrupting something?â
ânot at all,â and you can hear him smile all over again.
but what you donât see is him glancing over at the busty redhead still at the table, waving back at her innocuous wiggle of the fingers.Â
âwhatâre you doing tonight?â he asks, leaning back against the cool brick wall.Â
ânothing really.. i mean, if youâre not busy, maybe you could.. or we could do something?â wanting to die the second the words leave your lips.Â
âthat sounds good to me,â his audible grin unwavering, âhow âbout i come over?âÂ
you freeze, looking around at the mess surrounding you, piles of paperwork and clothes litter the floor, resembling somewhat of a dumpster rather than an apartment.Â
â..you donât want me to, thatâs okay,â answering his own question.Â
â-no!â interjecting before he could change his mind entirely, âyou should come over,â turning into a desperate little slut before heâd ever even touched you.Â
eddie pauses, his feet shuffling in the background, âokay,â voice intoxicatingly thick, âgive me thirty minutes and iâm all yours.âÂ
all yours.Â
christ.Â
you can feel your knees buckle, turning into putty in his hands.Â
âo-okay, iâll send you the address,â ending the call before you fumble this any further.Â
immediately springing up from the mattress, deciding that the one and only time youâre going to mix work and pleasure must be perfect. you work on grabbing piles of clothes, shoving them back into the closet they belonged in.Â
eddie wouldnât care, would he?Â
perhaps keeping stuff to the living room would be better, the tiny couch would make do.Â
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thirty minutes practically on the dot, thereâs a knock on the door.Â
oh god oh god oh god.Â
this was a mistake.Â
you should shut off all the lights and just pretend youâre not home.Â
donât be so silly.Â
cursing the self-sabotaging thoughts, damned to make you second guess every single thing about yourself.Â
your head peaks around the open gap, eyes falling on his chest to rise up and meet his daunting eyes. thereâs a bottle of wine tucked beneath his arm, the half bottle youâd downed beforehand completely unbeknownst to him.Â
eddie blinks, his lips cocked to the side, âwell hello,â dressed far too nicely for a drunken booty call at your apartment.Â
âhi,â utterly meek and pathetic, swooning over his suave greeting.Â
âyou look good,â gaze trailing down to your bare legs. you hadnât expected him to be so put together, now regretting your choice of what was essentially just pyjamas.Â
âtha-thank you,â pulling the door open wider, âcome in, please,â stepping back to let him inside.Â
the air thickens immediately, your clothes suddenly too tight and your palms clammy. if you ever wanted eddie to stay interested in you, youâd have to get ahold of yourself quick.Â
ânice,â he saunters around the room, looking at your pictures and the other piles of accumulated artefacts ok your shelves. settling just before the couch to turn and smile. âyou live alone?âÂ
you nod automatically, the air sucked from your lungs at the sheer sight of him in your apartment. it felt like some strange crossover dream that really shouldâve stayed unexplored.Â
âthatâs good to know,â helping himself into the kitchen, opening cabinets to presumably find two wine glasses.Â
you brush off his comments, it was no secret as to what he was here for. âtop left,â arm brushing against his as you make your way into the small space.Â
musk and a hint of lingering cigarette smoke waft your direction, decidedly not turning to sniff his jacket like you so wished you could.Â
âcare to join me?â offering the bottle out in your direction.Â
if you were even just an inch braver, youâd create some witty come back, some utterly irresistible flirty banter thatâd surely have him crawling on his knees for you.Â
but you arenât, so instead you nod, hoping you wonât resemble such a wallflower all night.Â
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âcanât believe a pretty girl like you was gonna spend a saturday night all alone,â eddie gushes, a quarter of his wine sipped away.Â
itâs incredibly hard to remain stoic when his eyes are crescent-moons, lashes cascading shadows over his cheeks and his tongue periodically wets his plump bottom lip. a routine he's no doubt mastered the art of by now.
âiâm always..â gesturing into thin air, unfortunately aware that whatever came out of your mouth next would make you look like a pathetic loser, âi mean, i go out sometimes..â making matters worse tenfold.Â
âreally?âÂ
whyâd you open your mouth?Â
âno.. i work a lot so..â clearing your throat in a bid to make him forget youâd ever spoken. âi hope i didnât interrupt anything..â shrugging softly, though youâd already known you had done.Â
âi was out for dinner.. nothing important,â brushing you off, âshe wasnât exactly.. uh, great company,â laughing into his glass of red.Â
the cogs turn, sudden realisation that you had interrupted a date. and heâd let you.Â
âyou were on a date,â cringing at yourself, frustratedly embarrassed for no good reason, âiâm sorry- fuck, you shouldâve said,â wanting to die a thousand deaths.Â
he looks utterly perplexed, âif i wanted to be there, iâd be there, alright?â patting your thigh, the first of his daring moves, âi wanted to see you,â thumb circling the soft skin.Â
already making you melt half an hour in. you were toast. thereâs positively no way youâll make it out of here with your dignity in tact.Â
â..okay,â bashfully nodding along to his heavy words, seldom to back down so easily. thereâs just something about eddie munson and his doe eyes that turns you into a submissive mess.Â
his hand doesnât move from your knee, tracing circles around the bone, âyouâre so beautiful and you donât even know it, do you?â trying his hardest to meet your averted gaze.Â
fuck.Â
your cheeks burn, pussy already throbbing and he had scarcely touched you yet. how was it possible for him to be so sweet? his words thick like molasses, dripping, leaving their mark all over you.Â
âiâm just..â what has gotten into you? this was pathetic. âyouâre very kind eddie,â smiling gently, as if his words hadnât sent you into cardiac arrest.Â
he hums, a deep noise from the bottom of his chest, âsay my name again sweetheart,â purring, toying with coming closer, âi like it better when you say it.âÂ
youâd scream it if he wanted you to. let all your neighbours know who was making you act like such a fool.Â
âyou donât have to sweet talk me.. youâre already sat on my couch,â finding the last lingering ebbing of confidence to bite back.Â
eddie laughs, deep and rumbling, âbut i like seeing you squirm.â
oh god.Â
had he trained in this? heâs so quick witted, bouncing off of whatever you say immediately.Â
âyouâre so..â trailing off into silence as you meet his heavyset gaze, intimidated and fazed all at once.Â
âso.. what, sweetheart?â cocking his head to the side, alongside his lips.Â
you hate him.Â
his overwhelming confidence, his gaze that has your heartbeat in your throat and your fingers clawing at your thigh. there was something so intimidating and yet oddly charming about his presence.
âso annoying,â biting back, only really annoyed that he had successfully wooâd you. and without much effort at all.
eddie looks vaguely hurt for a moment, only for his grin to spring right back onto his face, âi donât think you mean that,â sucking on the backs of his teeth.Â
youâd been caught out immediately, bowing your head to hide the inevitable flush.Â
just fucking do it.Â
the same nagging voice that had made you call him in the first place starts up again, louder this time. if his brazen flirting wasnât enough to get you to make a move, what would be?Â
choosing to grasp the moment as it is, refusing to allow him any more power over you for tonight. Â
you charge forward, chest bashing into his equally as heaving chest, attempting to straddle his thighs until youâre stopped by his large palm groping your thigh.Â
he breaks apart, the back of his hand brushing against your cheek, âitâs real sweet that you think youâre in charge,â quickly taking your wrists into his grasp, pushing against your pouncing stance to press your back against the couch instead.Â
you let him, sinking into the cushions as he moves atop of you, hands skilfully skirting over your hips, tugging at your loose-fitting shorts.Â
âoh darlinâ, iâve been waitinâ for this,â running his hands back up your doughy thighs, squeezing the pliant flesh on their way.Â
you just about melt under the pressure of his sweet talk, allowing him the power to manoeuvre your body any which way he wanted. thereâs a soft thunk as your sweatpants hit the floor, his hand spreading your legs to give him full view of your sodden panties.Â
youâre not sure youâve ever been as wet as you are now, positively drenched just by the feel of fingertips against your skin.Â
eddie hums, large hands skirting your thighs, a soft squeeze to the doughy skin, âi really thought youâd never call,â slowly sinking down, leaving a trail of peppered kisses on his way, the tank top youâd slung on gives him perfect view of your hardened nipples, tugging the fabric until your tits fall out.Â
âwouldnât that have been such a shame?â continuing on, making you squirm with every lick of his lips, every last syrupy sweet word.Â
his lips attach to the overly sensitive skin as his free hand palms the other, tongue twisting around the bud forcing the pathetic whimper from your throat.Â
you can feel him smile against your chest, mouth popping off just to lock around the other, continuing his descent down between your legs.Â
he pries your thighs apart, looking up at your skittish eyes, jumping from object to object as the pressure in your clit worsens.Â
his lips startle you, warm and wet on the pliant skin, sucking and nibbling until he reaches the hem of your shorts. âyou dressed up fâme,â hooking his fingers into the waistband, a short tap on your hip has them jumping up to help him.Â
eddie glides them down your legs, holding onto your ankle as the fabric hits the ground. his pretty pink lips curve upward before pecking the soft cotton clothing your cunt. heâs a genius, a master of his craft. youâre not at all shocked that women were lining up to have their turn.Â
you quiver when he pulls away, thighs pressed together in a bid to satiate the ache left in his wake.Â
his thumb traces your clothed slit, pressing into your hole just to come right back up and circle your clit. itâs almost as if you can feel your brain chemistry changing with every single touch, destined to haunt every other encounter youâd have after this.Â
no one had nor would ever touch your body with such sincerity and care again. it just wasnât possible.Â
arousal seeps out, turning the gray coloured cotton darker, literally dripping with want for him.Â
your hands come up to hide your warm face, covering your eyes, mostly as an excuse to cut the weighted eye contact he hadnât once broken.Â
but his hands are fast, faster than yours. coming to pull yours right back down again, scolding you for even trying it. âdonât do that.. please donât do that.â
you nod, vowing to do nothing to piss him off again. eddieâs a professional at best, a whore at worst. he knows whatâll get you whirring, knows where to lay his fingers and in what tone to whisper his words.Â
sickening.Â
he smirks, one-sided, âi like that you donât fight it,â trusting you enough to let go of your wrists, delving back between your plush thighs.Â
words fail to form, overcome with such horniness that you canât think straight.Â
enough of the games, you want to bellow.Â
touch me touch me touch me.Â
youâre aching, clenching around nothing. the hollow emptiness driving you further and further into craziness.Â
âcan we..â sighing softly, losing your train of thought as quickly as it came, âi need you,â digging your nails into the poor couch. this cruel and twisted routine had to stop.Â
ânuhuh,â eddie huffs, his warm breath splaying across your cunt, âiâm takinâ my sweet time with you,â using his middle and forefinger this time to dance tauntingly over your pussy, grinning manically to himself.Â
âbut-,â cut off when his fingers curl around your panties, the cool, harsh air hitting your cunt, sending a shiver down your spine.Â
âwow,â he marvels, looking lovesick at your slick folds, âsheâs so pretty,â in awe of the sight before him.Â
your self-consciousness had faded, losing to your disgustingly eager lust. he could do whatever, however he wanted to you. he just needed to do it quickly.Â
his tongue peaks out over his lips, preparing for his feast, âyouâve been so patient,â stubble brushing against the inside of your sensitive thigh, âi think you deserve this.âÂ
with that, your panties come down, he doesnât even need you to move, expertly manoeuvring them from your skin. he cradles the damp fabric between his fingers for a moment before sliding them into the back pocket of his jeans.Â
you canât protest, you donât even want to. he was welcome to take whatever he wanted or needed.Â
eddie wraps a hand around your calf, resting it upon his shoulder, repeating the motion as your feet settle on his upper back. his palm finds your thigh next, looping his arms around for leverage.Â
he hums with pure sick, adulterated satisfaction, one last glance at your glistening cunt before meeting your gaze. âkeep your eyes on me sweetheart,â kissing lazily at the skin, antagonistically slow to make his way up.Â
your fingers lay on the couch, scared for what you can and canât do.Â
his tongue meets your folds, pulling you out of your worry and into the real world. fuck whatever his rules were, you needed to touch him. weaving frantic fingers through the curls on top of his head, receiving an encouraging hum of approval, his throat vibrating against your cunt.Â
âoh my.. fuck,â panting into the abyss, unable to stop your hips from moving against his face. youâd fuck his face and any other time, heâd let you, but that wasnât the plan.Â
he clamps down on your wriggling hips, keeping them pressed to the couch, refusing to allow you any control over the situation.Â
eddieâs lips attach to your poorly neglected clit, sucking gently at the bud, forcing the not-so-quiet moans out of your throat, fingers curling around the strands just to tug on them with every flick of his tongue.Â
the knot in your stomach is tight already, threatening to snap at any moment. especially trying when the tip of nose nudges at your clit, sitting right on top while his tongue makes you see stars, circling around your hole and right back up between your folds.Â
youâve never been this wet in your life, arousal dripping from his chin to your ass and thighs. when he pulls away just briefly, his puffy lips gleam in the dim light of your apartment. itâs only momentary though, quickly diving back in to pull you over the edge.Â
his tongue swipes thick stripes over your cunt, aching for something him to just fill you up. âshit,â you hiss through gritted teeth. your eyes struggle to stay open, heâd forgive you, right? it was no fault of yours that his tongue felt too good, drawing you to the edge just to rip it from under you.Â
lolling your head back against the arm of the couch, no longer able to abide by his arbitrary rules. your thighs were trembling, fingertips entangled in his locks, nothing except your impending orgasm mattered.Â
eddie voices his displeasure through a low grumble, only twisting the knot further as his tongue laps at your pussy. a ravenous dog of sorts, refusing to let up until you came on his tongue.Â
âfu-uck eddie- i canât.. iâm gonna cum,â vibrating against his ears, feeling his smile against your core. a sick, perverted man that had you exactly where he wanted.Â
the band snaps, throwing you over the edge with a twist of the stomach, shaking legs that struggle to stay perched on his shoulders and a verse of soft pleas and eddieâs that resemble a hymn.Â
â.. jesu- shit,â shuddering breaths and mewls that fill the room, letting him lap away at your spent cunt. your limbs mimic jelly, letting go of your hold on his hair to clasp his face.Â
eddie re-emerges, licking his lips like a cat that got the cream. self-satisfied and completely smug.Â
coming up to rest his chin on your heaving stomach with inquisitive eyes, his rough stubble catching on your tired skin, âworth the wait?â as if he doesnât already know the answer.Â
you nod, rather enthusiastically, âdefinitely worth it,â playing with the tufts of hair that make up his choppy bangs.Â
âgood,â biting down onto his bottom lip just to pull himself back up, âbut iâm not done with you yet,â prying your legs open once more before peeling his shirt from his body, a sight youâve seen and yet canât behold.Â
eddie presses his already stiff cock to your cunt, toying with his prey. thereâs nothing left in you to fight it, laying back on the couch with a soft sigh.Â
no man would ever live up to this, you were now cursed to an unsatisfactory life with whomever you settled for.Â
his pants come off next, your eyes falling to the outline of his length immediately. eyeing the tiny dark patch and certainly not thinking about him cumming in his pants while eating your pussy.Â
youâve seen his cock, and yet, your lips still fall open when he tucks his boxers underneath his balls, fisting his throbbing piece while you go googly-eyed.Â
âshit,â he remarks, one hand on your knee while the other glides his leaking tip through your slick folds. âno oneâs ever been this wet fâme before,â practically purring, his tone thick and full of an animalistic need you had thought was only reserved for porn.Â
the pleasure rumbles around your nervous system, only to land in your stomach, squeezing the already-snapped muscle once again.Â
eddieâs hand slides from your knee, up to your thigh, giving your hip a well-meaning pinch before settling beside your head on the couch. your bodies melding into one as he comes down to meet you.Â
his cock nestles in between once more, slipping inside with a harsh gasp and a visceral grunt. you settle for a grip of his taut shoulders, fingers curling around the muscles and smudgy black tattoos.Â
this time, eddie buries his face into your neck, suckling at the soft skin, daring to leave his mark when his teeth come out to graze. you hope they last forever, marked by him for eternity.Â
the sensation is all too much, struggling to stay afloat once more, pushed further and further to edge when his tongue swipes over the violet markings that littered your collarbone.Â
âholy fuck princess,â he grumbles, partially muffled, âyâgonna cum again already?â breathing heavy and stuttered, struggling with his own premature orgasm.Â
words donât appear, and honestly, at this point they didnât mean a thing.Â
instead, you nod, squeezing his shoulder in a bid to communicate. you unravel all over again, drawn out moans that get cut off by his lips, thighs shaking around his midriff.Â
eddie was drinking it all in, intercepting the sweet noises from your mouth with his own, rolling his hips at a more subdued pace as you cum again.Â
you were spent, utterly exhausted though he doesnât let up. once youâre over this climax, his rhythm finds pace again. soft palm caressing your cheek while his lips attach to your jaw bone, planting a hundred quick kisses along up to your ear.Â
with one knee dug into the couch, the other leg holding him up from the floor, it couldnât be very comfortable for him like this. your pleasure was first and foremost his priority, a real man.Â
he grunts, driving into your cunt with little consideration for the creaky old couch or your neighbours just trying to enjoy their saturday evening.Â
âoh god eddie,â you cry. tugging at his scalp, pathetically rutting back against his hips begging for your third? fourth? orgasm to take over.Â
his carefully groomed pubes catch your clit, dampened by the sheer amount of your arousal.Â
you were just about ready to sleep for forty days and forty nights, both exhausted and overstimulated by his cock, the weight of his body on top of you and smooth words flowing from his mouth.Â
âone more sweetheart,â speaking between rugged grunts, panting with every sloppy stroke, âgimme one more,â he coos, hand sliding down to find your clit for the last time.Â
his cock twitches inside when you buck back against him, fingernails leaving harsh strips on his back, leaving your mark for the next girl.Â
âshitshitshit,â you rush, coming completely undone again, trembling around his cock, babbling what must sound like pure nonsense to eddie. no doubt letting all of your deepest secrets loose in your third moment of weakness.
âmhm thatâs it,â letting his cock slide all the way out, just to reach the hilt over and over again. âinside?â was all he needed to huff for you to get the message, too incoherent to ask any further questions.Â
âye-yes please,â not quite understanding the weight of your words until they leave your mouth. a problem for tomorrow.Â
with that, eddie topples over, his orgasm rippling through his limbs and his cock pumping thick ropes of his release inside your exhausted pussy. your cries intertwining in the hot air to create a chorus line of pleasure.Â
âjesusfuckingchrist,â he heaves, collapsing in a fit of exhaustion. a sticky pile of limbs that starts with you and ends somewhere with eddie.Â
everything feels surreal, the light is gleaming and you sort of feel as if youâre floating, watching him pepper your skin with quick kisses and slot himself comfortably on the cramped couch.Â
eddie cradles your body, fixing your top to give you back the tiniest bit of dignity you had left.Â
he hums, contemplating something, ââm glad you called,â swooning, âi donât know what iâd have done if you hadnât,â positioning himself underneath your body, a strong arm coming to wrap around your shaking shoulder.Â
âyou wouldâve just had to live without me,â chuckling into the sweaty skin of his chest, embracing the lingering arrogance.Â
eddie hums before shaking his head, ânuhuh, we wouldâve met again somehow,â running his finger up and down the length of your arm.Â
âoh, you think?â
âno, i know,â oozing with confidence. you simply canât hate it because heâs right.Â
thereâs no instance that your soul wouldâve let you rest until this had happened.
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#pornstar!eddie munson
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Valentines dates with the ocsâĄ
warnings: none<3
A/N: i found some times on my breaks to write something small, I hope you'll like it! I hope you're going to have a sweet Valentines, I'm going to study with a course friend and then go fika with my best friend from high school âĄ
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Silas:
This man is is sucker for dates and would have them every night if he could. Valentines day is his favorite, though, because it gives him a reason to go all out. He'd book an expensive restaurant and let you pick whatever you want from the menu. His men would be guarding every corner of the building.
"Why there are no prices in your menu? Why do you want to know the prices? Are you paying? Who am I kidding, of course you aren't. Silly thing, aren't you cute? I'm taking you out on a date, not the other way around. Pick something."
Dr Kry:
Spending valentines in a hospital is bad enough, but not being able to spend it with anyone is even worse. Dr Kry would act like your boyfriend. He'd come into the room with roses and a box of expensive chocolates and a small gift of some sort that he'd know you would appreciate.
"It's just me, unfortunately, but I hope i can make your day good enough, despite the circumstances. These chocolates, I've been told, are quite the deal. They're exclusive ones from Belgium. Cost me a bit but if they're tasty that's all that matters. And I hope you'll like the sketchbook and the pens i got you, I know how boring it can be in here sometimes. Draw me something, why don't you?"
King Edmund:
This man does not kid around when it comes to valentines day. He will gift you pearls, jewels, clothes, flowers, pets. He will shower you in all his suffocating love and if you dare to show the slightest bit of overwhelm he'll throw a tantrum. A perfect date for him would be something away from people's eyes, maybe take a trip on the royal yacht.
"It's nice to be away for a while, isn't it? Away from everyone lusting over you. Here, I can have you all to myself. I can't imagine a more perfect valentine's day. Do you like how I've decorated? Every flower in the kingdom has been cut and put in here, all for you."
Jerry:
Unlike the others, she detests Valentine's day. She doesn't believe in showing love once a year through capitalistic marketing tactics. Why should a teddy bear with an 'i love you' heart matter more than a normal teddy bear any other day of the year? Instead, she'd make Valentine's day into "your day" where you could choose a date and Jerry is not allowed to complain. This year, you've chosen a museum.
"What? No, I'm not making faces. I'm not complaining, baby, I'm just not understanding why a blob on a canvas is more popular than actual pieces of art. But if you like them, I do too."
Hedwig:
Hedwig's almost as bad as Edmund. She'll spend a fortune on gifts for you and cling onto you all day. She'll want you to match and will treat the entire day as a date. You'll go to amusement parks, cafés, restaurants, shops and eventually ending the day at her home where the two of you will have a cosy home date.
"I'm so happy, i love you so much. Valentine's day is my favorite day, did you know that? I love when people express love. And I love expressing my love for you. I'm so glad I can spend my Valentine's with you, I wouldn't want to spend it any other way."
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere drabbles#yandere oc x you#yandere mafia#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc#yandere doctor#yandere king#yandere female#yandere rich girl#yandere reactions
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Hi Navy đ
I wanted to send something in for ficlet friday (valentines day). I hope it's alright
Can I request something with Bucky Barnes (maybe beefy bucky) and a shy reader, where they spend valentines day in bed watching movies with cookies, cuddling and kisses and at the end, he surprises the reader, perhaps the reader wants to surprise him as well (you can choose only if you want to đ„șđ). He is just so gentle and sweet (romantic too) đ„°đ«
With these prompts:
âYou give the best hugs.â and âHave I told you I love you today?â
Please? Thank you so much đ„șâ€ïž
Sorry, I got carried away
I hope I did this justice, lovely!
Best Hugs and Kisses
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You spend your first Valentine's Day with Bucky.
Word Count: Over 930
Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, sweetness, kisses, cuddling, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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You smiled as you snuggled closer to Bucky in bed. You still couldnât believe it was your first Valentineâs Day together. He had asked you more than once if you wanted to go out to eat or go anywhere special, but you were a bit of a homebody and didnât mind a quiet day in with cuddling, movies, and treats. You had a feeling heâd enjoy it, too, since he also didnât mind staying in. He assured you it would be the perfect day, and it was.
You had to admit that cuddling was one of the best parts of the day. It was a perfect moment of closeness, and every little touch built an intimate connection between the two of you. The warmth that radiated from his beefy build created a sense of safety and care, and the soft sound of his breathing and occasional laughter provided a sense of calm. Time seemed to slow down, and the outside world faded away until it was just the two of you. You were completely at ease with the man you loved.
âCan I tell you something?â he asked, offering you a bite of his heart shaped cookie. You graciously accepted and tried to ignore the heat that rose to your cheeks when he wiped a crumb away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. âSomething I think you should know.â
âWhat is it?â you asked curiously, tilting your head back to get a better look at your handsome boyfriend.
He broke eye contact, only because he brought his mouth to your ear. âYou give the best hugs.â
You giggled, partially from his lips tickling your ear and the rest because your face felt like it was on fire. âNo, I donât. You do,â you smiled bashfully, ducking your head down.
All your life you had been a bit on the shyer side, content to stay in the background instead of being front and center. Not many took notice of you, and you still werenât sure some days how you got Buckyâs attention, but you saw each other in the soft shadows and created your own spotlight together. One you didn't mind sharing with each other. It was a beautiful give and take.
And he really did give the best hugs, enveloping you in his loving embrace every time.
Chuckling, too, he tipped your chin back up. âYeah, you do. And you give the best kisses.â
Butterflies filled your stomach at the soft touch of his lips, your heart melting from the tenderness. There was no rushing, only a slow and delicate pressure like the brush of a feather. When that kiss ended, he began another and another. They stretched on, neither of you wanting it to end as you shared one breath. They were the kind of kisses that dreams were made of.
He smiled as he pulled away, a soft twinkle in his steel eyes. He likely heard how fast your heart was beating and felt the tremble that moved your body. âSee? The best kisses,â he said.
You hid your face in his chest. If he kept talking like that youâd turn into a puddle. But you smiled when you realized his heart was beating as fast as yours. Maybe he wasn't as bashful as you, but it was nice to know that kissing you and being close affected him, too.
âHey, hey. No hiding,â he said, running a hand up and down your back. âI still have to give you your present.â
âYou didn't have to get me anything,â you said once you lifted your head.
The super soldierâs jaw dropped. âItâs our first Valentine's Day. I'd be a rotten boyfriend if I didn't get you something.â
âYouâre far from rotten, Bucky Barnes,â you smiled, both of you sitting up so he could reach for the present he had nearby. The heart wrapping paper was sweet and you imagined the cashier swooned when he bought it.
He suddenly looked nervous when he handed it over. âI hope you like it,â he said, tucking a bit of his hair behind his ear.
âIâll love it,â you promised, carefully opening it. It didn't matter what he gave you since it came from him. âOh, BuckyâŠâ you whispered, tears instantly blurring your vision.
Inside of the box was a scrapbook titled âOur Love Storyâ. Blinking the tears away, you slowly opened it and saw a photo of the two of you. It was the first photo you had ever taken together. It was one of your happiest memories. Bucky gave you so many fond memories.
âDo you⊠like it?â he softly asked as you continued to flip through the pages.
âI love it. Thank you,â you answered in awe. It had how you met, your first date, places you visited, your bucket list, and more. There were blank pages in the back to fill up together, too. It was such a thoughtful, touching gift. âHave I told you I love you today?â
âYou have, but Iâd love to hear it again,â he winked, pleased that you loved your gift.
You held his face in your hands, not shying away when his eyes met yours. âI love you, Bucky,â you whispered.
His eyes slipped shut, briefly overcome with emotion. âI love you, too, sweetheart,â he whispered back.
âNow time for your gift,â you smiled, but he stopped you before you could pull away.
âLater,â he smiled, wrapping his arms around you as you giggled. âRight now I want one more of those best kisses.â
You'd give him all the kisses he wanted, today and every day.
Love and thanks for participating! â€ïž
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@groovestrawberry Thank you so much for your words. They mean a lot. Especially because I'm prone to taking stuff way too seriously, so I really appreciate the reminder to just chill tf out. đ
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Right so, onto your questions!
1) the last sentence you wrote
"It didnât take long for your heart to pick up its frantic rhythm once more, terror seizing you anew at the horrible realization that, whoâŠwhatever was chasing you, it had been close enough for you to feel it."
Wrote that only yesterday. đȘ
6) the word that appears the most in your current draft
(This is Chapter 4 btw.)
17) talk about your writing and editing process
Oh boy, what to say. Where to start.
I mean, I tend to take things a bit too seriously, as mentioned before. Which means I'll sometimes go over a sentence or paragraph until it no longer makes sense to me, lol. I know it's probably fine as is and ppl are gonna enjoy it anyway, so this is a habit of mine I'm working on. Also because, in my experience, whatever your brain comes up with after you first get your thoughts on paper, it most likely won't be as good as what you first came up with, so you end up going back to the OG anyway. đ€·đ»ââïž
So ye, editing ain't fun, but it must be done because I'm really not happy with some of the stuff my old self has come up with. đ
As for the writing: This goes hand in hand with editing, actually. First things first though: Music. Most important. If I have a song I can vibe to and it fits the mood and all, then it's going rather smoothly. But, even then, I'm by no means a "fast" writer. Even when vibing, I'm still hyper focused on not making mistakes and especially using the correct tense (something I find surprisingly difficult when you're actually focused on it, lol). So, just like with editing, I'll read over a section a few hundred times before I proceed. I know some say it's more important to just get that first draft done and correct any mistakes after but, honestly? When a chapter is done, I wanna post it, not spend another few hours/days/weeks editing stuff. đ€·đ»ââïž
So ye, writing and editing is more or less the same for me because it happens simultanously. Or it will, once I'm done with editing TBRH (The Bumpy Road Home) and things go back to "normal." đ
What else to say...hm, I guess a few other "quirks" of mine when writing are:
Writing out a piece of dialogue and putting it somewhere on the page to use later because I just know that if I don't do that, whatever I come up with instead (because my ass forgot half of what I originally came up with) won't be as slapping. OG always wins and all. đ
Pausing to take a breather because I get so immersed in the scene, I actually need a moment to process it. (I read somewhere that someone referred to it as "zoomies." This was more in the sense of reading a fic and coming across a section so damn good, you need a moment to process it. But, sometimes, this is very much the case for writers too. đ« )
Looking up images, videos etc. of the ppl or things I'm writing about. For Chapter 4 of TBRH, the Denali house was my trusty companion. Just chilling in the background (aka: another tab), lol.
Starting on another scene even though I haven't finished the current one because I just need to know what happens next. (Yes, I'm aware I'm the writer.)
Well, that's all I can come up with for the moment. I'm sure there's more and maybe I'll post it at some point. âïž
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be mine - a valentine's day special with the monster trio, ace, and law!!!
a/n: happy valentines day everyone!!! i figured since the only valentine i have in my life are all my lovely fictional men, i would write only the fluffiest of headcanons for you guys!!
nothing but fluff here đ
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monkey d. luffy
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-valentine's day morning you get woken up to luffy jumping on top of you, smothering you in kisses. he's so excited to give you the small presents he got for you (a hand-picked bouquet, a locket with his initials that nami helped him pick out, and of course, lots and lots of chocolate).
-while the captain isn't the biggest romantic in the world, he definitely had an idea of how he wanted to spend the day with you. and with some help from the crew, he was able to make it a reality. luffy excitedly led you towards nami's tangerine trees, where you spotted the cutest picnic overlooking the ocean. the two of you spend the day basking in the sun, feeding each other chocolate and other sweet treats, utterly intertwined with one another.
-quality time and physical touch are luffy's main love languages so he's expectedly clingy to you all day, not that you mind. endless cuddles are just a given. every once and a while you'll get lulled to sleep as luffy gently plays with your hair, leaving gentle but sloppy kisses on your collarbones.
roronoa zoro
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-as much as he puts on the front of being a moody, uncaring guy, you know zoro has the softest place in his heart for you. but for valentines day, he at first treats it like just another day. no mention of it, almost as if he forgot.
-by early evening, it's hard to not get your feelings just a little bit hurt over the fact that zoro forgot valentines day. as you stand at the taffrail overlooking the vast ocean, you feel zoro's hand against the smalls of your back, his chin resting on your shoulder as he mumbles "c'mere... you really didn't think i forgot, did you?" as he leads you into the kitchen on the thousand sunny. opening the door to a candlelit dinner made up for two, and as your eyes well up in tears with shock, zoro places a gentle kiss on your cheek "happy valentines day"
-you couldn't help but swoon when you found out the swordsman had actually been taking private cooking lessons with sanji for months preparing for this surprise. the chef initially deemed the man to be utterly hopeless and offered to cook for the two of you, but zoro insisted he learned and did it himself.
black leg sanji
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-it's literally no surprise at all that this man is a certified lover boy. you'll wake up to a room full of flowers, a love letter on your nightstand, and sanji hand-delivering his freshly made breakfast in bed for you.
-he makes the entire day about you and his devotion to you. you are utterly pampered. all meals eaten on the prettiest bedside tray, with a special place setting and flower decor. you have to practically beg the man to feed yourself, because he insisted that even lifting a spoon or fork was too much for you to do. he'll set up a candle-lit bubble bath for you in the evening and stay in the bathroom with you to massage your back and scrub your hair.
-and of course, sanji makes only the most extravagant dessert for you. you can tell the countless hours he spent in the kitchen, perfecting his recipe. and while he tries to stifle his yawns, you have to pull the hopless cook into bed with you. thanking him for everything he did, as you find your way into his arms, gentle brushing his bangs out of his face before you both eventually fall asleep together.
portgas d. ace
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-ace is definitely the most casual out of all the boys about valentines day, however that doesn't mean its because of a lack of thought or effort into the day.
-the feeling of ace's large warm hand against your cheek as he leans in to give you a kiss on the forehead, the soft whisper of "happy valentines day, baby." reaches your ears. the two of you collectively agree that you'd both rather just spend the day cuddled up together. no view or restaurant would ever be more comfortable than ace's bare chest. his hand softly running up and down your back, occasionally tracing shapes and patterns into your skin.
-even though you mutually agreed to keep things casual, ace surprised you with the cutest gift he had been holding on to for you. a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, as well as a matching pair to his signature necklace and bracelet.
trafalgar water d. law
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-like zoro, as much as law tries to downplay his affection for you, his sweet affection for you consistently shines through all his many actions.
-the captain of the heart pirates led you to believe that he was swamped with work on valentines day, and didn't have time for you, though he promised to celebrate over the weekend with you. so when you returned to your room to the largest bouquet of roses placed on your bed alongside your favorite candy, your heart skipped a beat. instead he had been busy planning a spa day for you. a warm bubble bath with flower petals scattered in it, handmade face masks, and of course, law, ready to pamper you.
-as the two of you are getting ready for bed, law hands you a thin notebook. it's only after reading it that you discover it's a long love letter he's been writing to you since the two of you had started dating. he'll try and brush off the gesture, his gruff voice interrupting your thanks with a grumbled "it's nothing..." as happy tears fall down your cheeks.
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DAYLIGHT! â ââ ( ćȘèĄć»»æŠ, multi )
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â valentines day with the sorcerer you love <3
ᯠstarring â jjk ensemble cast : gojo, geto, nanami, choso, sukuna, toji, ino, kashimo, hiromi
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€ïč ( ćȘèĄć»»æŠ ; x afab!reader ) âââ â cw â. sfw. wc â. 2k. art, sea_Pall
ïč äșæĄ æ : gojo satoru ïč â probably the type to pretend that he's forgotten valentines day to mess with you, acting clueless all morning. but he's dropping the entire extravagant surprise later for sure, including a red rose bouquet that could pay a month of rent, all your favourite chocolates and fireworks ! pretends not to sniffle and tear up when you give him your own gift, because for all his bravado it means a lot to him that you love him just as much. he just wants to see you happy, and he puts serious effort into making valentines day special, even if he hides it behind jokes and teasing. got a custom-made gift, something like a charm bracelet with small jewels and charms that represent all your favourite things. also the type to do shit like buying you a star in your name, right next to his because he thinks the idea of cosmic soulmates is so romantic. late at night, when it's just the two of you, he drops the jokes and tells you, 'you're the best part of my life, y'know.' and he means that with all his heart.
ïč ć€æČč ć : geto suguru ïč â complains about valentines day a bit, because he doesn't see what's so different about feb 14, but he still indulges it. if you're bad at giving gifts, he'll pretend to love whatever you give him, even if it's...awful. he prefers quality time over material gifts honestly, and he plans a quiet date where he can spend as much time as possible with you, over tea or expensive wine. but that's not to say that he doesn't put effort into a gift. it's definitely thoughtful and catered to your taste, and probably more sentimental instead of flashy (like chasing down your favourite author with rainbow dragon just to get an autograph on a copy of your favourite book). clasps your hands with his to kiss you, and tell you that he loves being with you because you give him peace.
ïč äžĄéą ćźżćș : ryomen sukuna ïč â "why would i celebrate a human holiday?" but when you woke up, there was a velvet box beside you on your pillow, and he acts like he has no idea how it got there ('oh, it was just uraume, it wasn't me' and then he goes and gets all upset when you go thank uraume instead). he doesn't get the idea of giving flowers either, because well, they all die in the end right? but he knows they make you happy, so he's still chasing after the prettiest bouquet he can find. he'll never admit it, but he's obsessively protective over you, so the fact that he's even acknowledging valentines day means that you're special to him. the type to haul around a box of a hundred doves so you can open it as a surprise, and watch as all these birds fly all over your apartment. late at night, when no-one's around, he traces circles on your wrist and tells you that he doesn't do love, but whatever this is, he doesn't want it to end.
ïč äžæ”· ć»șäșș : nanami kento ïč â he tries to be serious about valentine's day, but gojo keeps texting him ridiculous gift ideas that keep fucking with his composure. if you surprise nanami with something romantic, he'll turn slightly pink and peachy, and say that 'this is unnecessary' but he won't stop smiling the rest of the day (#needthat). even though he's not a fan of big celebration, he wants you to feel appreciated. he probably goes down the classic route of a perfectly planned dinner, your favourite flowers, and a handwritten card -> the type of husband material where he attends one of those artsty card making/flower pressing classes just to make something for you with his own hands. when he pulls you close at the end of the night, he whispers to you that he doesn't need a special day to remind him of how much he loves you.
ïč äŒé» ççŸ : toji fushiguro ïč â he asked what you wanted for valentines day and you said that you wanted him oiled up in the dining table. and toji's the type to lowk take that seriously, because that's kinda cost effective for him too. but he does genuinely try to do something nice and heads over to a shopping centre of stores that are way out of his pay grade, and tries to bat his pretty, green eyes into some type of discount. the sales assistants don't argue with a man built like an mma fighter wandering around the jewellery section. even if the two of you don't go out, he wants you to feel safe and secure, and he'll keep an arm around you all day. after everything toji's been through, you're the one thing that makes him feel human again. "i didn't think i'd ever have this," he tells you, holding you against him.
ïč èčçž : choso kamo ïč â doesn't quite the holiday, and choso just wonders if it's some sort of human ritual that he's not quite grasping. tries way too hard to make it perfect, but it's all the more endearing. choso was convinced he could handle a homemade dinner, but he burnt it so bad that gordan ramsey would have a stroke. but he was determined to bullshit his way through it, "what do you mean, babe? this is how it's meant to taste." all said with a straight face, the gall! picks out flowers based on their meanings because he wants them to represent all the real love and feelings in his heart. he's such a pda type of guy, always clinging to you and intertwines your fingers with his as he leads you around. definitely sees you as the most precious thing in the world, and he just cannot believe he has someone as incredible as you <3
ïč çȘéçąç : ino takuma ïč â is determined to figure out valentines day himself, without getting advice from other people (like nanami) but in the end, he finds himself tweaking out and trying to plan the perfect day for you. accidentally bought something that was really cute, little and bejewelled because he thought it would look gorgeous on your neck. didn't realise until afterwards that he picked it up from the pet accessory tub, and desperately hopes you don't realise. he spends the whole day just wanting to make you laugh, because if you're happy, he's happy. even if he does mess something up, it's just endearingly sweet and he makes up for it with pure enthusiasm. he gets all soft and melty when you reciprocate his feelings, and he tells you that he knows he's not perfect, but you make him want to be better.
ïč éčżçŽ«éČ : hajime kashimo ïč â he kind of has a reputation to keep up, and rolls his eyes at the mention of valentines day. but no-one knows that back in the day (aka, the edo period in the 1600s) he was actually into things like poetry and courtly love. unfortunately, he's also an adrenaline junkie and you regret showing him the movie 'twisters' because he truly thinks storm chasing is a fun and romantic activity. he goes out and buys you something that he knows you'll actually use, more practical sort of gifts. he actually tries to go and pick flowers for you himself, instead of buying them. tries to act smug and above it all, but gets all nervous and twitchy when you compliment him and gift him something in return. almost started sweating and getting a headache when you told him that you loved him because he realised that now he actually has to be equally open about his (equal) feelings. of course, you know that hajime does love you but you just think its funny watching him go nauseous and pale at the idea of emotional vulnerability. its good to let the cocky man sweat a bit, good for character building.
ïčæ„è»ćŻèŠ : higuruma hiromi ïč â a classy man (want him) and he treats valentines day with plenty of elegance. he's definitely secured an expensive and well-thought out gifts like a rare book, perfume, or a beautiful fountain pen (or all three). he takes you out to a fancy jazz bar, where he treats you to the prettiest cocktails and kisses your hand softly. he's surprisingly affection behind closed doors, and purrs when you run your fingers through his dark hair. also goes pretty shy when you flirt with him and get ridiculously affection, like he's pulling on his tie and trying to hide the red flush on his neck. your valentines day with hiromi ends with you and him laughing over a glass of pricey wine. he thought he was so clever for writing you a little note like 'roses are red, violets are blue, if you ever get arrested, i'll be there for you :)'
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. . . âą ËËË signed, with love
hockey player!vi x basketball player!caitlyn x cheerleader!reader, fluff, secret love messages, pining, reader is lowk a dumbass, use of y/n
word count; 1,899
summary; as valentines day approaches, you start to receive anonymous declarations of love, only to find out they're sent by the last people you'd suspect
a/n; happy valentines day!! this is my little gift to you all, and i hope you enjoy. i'm gonna go ahead and claim that it's a bit awkward because they're high-schoolers and NOT because i don't know how to write stuff like this jdhfsjhfdj
It was the week before Valentine's Day at Piltover High, and the excitement buzzing through the air was almost palpable. The annual holiday event was in full force, where students were able to send love themed cards to each other, be it anonymous or not.
The hallways were abuzz with giggles and murmurs as students speculated who had sent them cards, who might send them cards, and the reactions of those they had sent them to. Everybody seemed to be deep in the tradition, well, everybody except for you.
You weren't insanely popular, but you weren't not popular. A nice middle ground, some may say. You had been on the cheer squad for a year now, which naturally meant you were higher up on the pyramid of social status compared to the rest of the student body. This wasn't the problem, the problem was that you just weren't interested in anybody.
You told yourself it was a mixture of nobody being interesting enough, and just not having enough time to pursue anybody. If you weren't doing anything cheer related, you were studying. If you weren't doing either of those things, you were spending time with Caitlyn and Vi.
Caitlyn- easily the most popular person at school. Captain of the basketball team, tall and beautiful, and just so nice. Not that fake, only doing this to keep up appearances, nice either, like actually nice. And then there's Vi- breakout star of the hockey team, a little rough around the edges, but so fucking hot. Together, they were the very top of the food chain, everybody's favourite couple, and absolutely unstoppable.
You had been friends with them for a few months now, when you had cheered at one of Caitlyn's games and she couldn't help but watch you the entire time. She just had to talk to you after the game was done, and Vi was on board immediately. All it took was one conversation and it was like you three had been friends for years, and suddenly were inseparable.
The three of you had lunch together every day. Vi would walk you to classes, Caitlyn would walk you to cheer practice, any spare time you had outside of school was almost always spent with them. People had tried to joke about you being their third wheel, but the look that Vi had sent their way had them promptly shutting their mouths. You didn't mind, though. Never at any point did you feel uncomfortable or left out, and you were happy to see your best friends so in love.
What you didn't know, however, is that both Caitlyn and Vi were absolutely smitten with you. Their feelings were small at first, like a small sprout popping up in Spring. That was until you had gone on a week vacation and they realised how much they missed you, and THEN you just had to go and bring them both home a gift- a basketball keyring for Caitlyn and a hockey stick one for Vi- and suddenly the small sprout was a grand oak tree and they just couldn't keep lying to themselves anymore.
They had a long talk between themselves, discovered that they were both on the same page, and started to plan how they would approach the subject. They cared too much to risk jeopardising your friendship by just springing it on you, so they knew that it had to be perfect.
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Your eyebrows furrowed as the small card slipped out of your open locker door, fluttering to the ground in front of you. You slipped your textbooks into the locker before kneeling down to pick it up, turning it over in your hands as you stood back up. It was cute, a little doodle of a steaming coffee cup with 'Words cannot espresso how much you mean' written underneath. No name. You let out a soft chuckle and a little shake of your head as you slipped the card into your bag, and didn't think much of it. Probably just one of the girls on the cheer squad sending them to the team.
And then there was another.
'If I could start my life over again, I would find you sooner so that I could love you longer âĄ'
"What the fuck.." you mumbled, looking around you to the other students filling the hallway, trying to see if anybody was looking suspicious. Nobody had ever shown an interest in you, not really, so to start suddenly getting valentine's cards was surprising to say the least.
Every day up until the 14th, there was a new card waiting for you. Every day they seemed to get more and more personal, and there was no doubt in your mind that they were meant for you and you alone. The girls on the cheer squad had no idea about it, but they were fawning over the cards that you had gotten, studying each one carefully. When you tried to ask Caitlyn and Vi, they had played it beyond cool.
"Wow, seems you've got yourself a secret admirer, huh? You sure you've not been out there flirting up a storm when we're not around?" Vi had teased you, causing your cheeks to burn as you snatched the card from her with a scoff.
"You don't recognise the handwriting?" Caitlyn had queried, even though it was no use. The messages in anonymous cards were written by the students handing them out for this very reason.
You got the final card on Valentine's day, and although it was the most simple and, well, least romantic, it still caused your stomach to do flips.
'Gym, after school today.'
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Being on school grounds after hours was always slightly uneasy. The hallways were silent, your own footsteps echoing along the empty expanse of the building. You stood in front of the doors to the gym, heart racing as you wiped your palms on your jeans and shook the shake out of your hands. With a deep breath, you steeled yourself, and pushed the doors open.
The lights were off, the only source of light in the open room was coming from multiple candles scattered around the floor. In the middle of them was a picnic blanket with a hamper sat neatly on it, a couple of plastic cups tucked beside it. Both Vi and Caitlyn were sat on the bleachers behind, chatting away to each other before the sound of the door closing behind you caught their attention.
"Oh... uh, hi guys" you drawled, voice laced with confusion as you quickly checked over your shoulder before taking a few tentative steps towards them. "Sorry... I didn't mean to interrupt."
Caitlyn stood up, her varsity jacket hanging off her shoulders as she hopped off the bleachers to approach you. "You're not interrupting, don't worry. You're right on time, actually."
That increased your confusion tenfold, and it must have shown perfectly on your face as you watched Caitlyn busy herself with pouring drinks, because Vi's soft laughter was suddenly reverberating through the empty hall.
"Y'know, for somebody with your grades, you aren't all that smart sometimes" she teased, coming up to rest a hand on your shoulder as Caitlyn passes you both a cup of soda.
"Wha- but I don't-"
Your fingers wrap tightly around the plastic cup in your hand as the realisation hits you, and your eyes bounce between the two girls. Vi has a cocky smirk on her face as she sees the gears in your head turning, whereas Caitlyn looks a little nervous as she sips her drink, arms crossed over her chest.
"You sent those cards?"
"We did" Vi affirms, her hand squeezing your shoulder lightly. "Cait said the puns were too cheesy, but I think you liked them anyway, hm?"
You watched as Caitlyn rolled her eyes, even though a hint of a smile was ghosting on her lips. "We had been thinking of how to approach the subject with you for a while, and well, this seemed like the perfect opportunity."
You nodded, eyes flitting down to the picnic blanket on the floor. "And... you did all this.. for me?" you asked quietly, your voice hesitant and still coated with disbelief. Caitlyn took your free hand in hers and gently guided you to the blanket, sitting you down on top of one of the pillows as she sat in front of you, Vi doing the same to your side.
"Of course we did. You're special, Y/n. We care about you a lot, and-" she cuts herself off, playing with your fingers that she's still holding in her hand. "We were hoping you'd feel the same."
Vi clears her throat and shuffled a little closer, lifting a finger to your chin so she can turn your head to look at her. "What Cait is trying to say, is that we like you as more than a friend. This is our way of showing you that, and asking if you want to be something more."
Your heart stopped in your chest, and a warmth had spread across your face as you let everything sink in. It was like being doused in ice-water, the realisation that you did, in fact, feel the same way about them. Your lack of a love life wasn't because you were busy, or because nobody interested you. It's because they had already filled that hole in you, you just hadn't thought about it long enough to see it.
"Wow, I- honestly had no idea" you breathed out, your words coated in an airy laugh. "I mean, looking back at it, of course it seems obvious this is where it headed."
The three of you shared a laugh at that, and you lifted your free hand away from Caitlyn's to rub the back of your neck sheepishly.
"I don't want it to change anything though, not really. I mean, yeah, obviously things will change-" You blush at the thought of kissing them. "-but it won't get like.. weird or anything right?"
The two girls shared a look and set down their drinks, Vi gently taking yours out of your hand too, shuffling closer to you so they were sat on either side.
"Nah, not weird at all" Vi murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"We won't do anything you don't want to, love. We'll take it at the pace you want" Caitlyn affirms, her voice soft yet strong.
They both lean forward and press a soft kiss to your cheeks, and you let your eyes flutter closed as the feeling of being sandwiched between them. For the first time in a long time, you had never felt as at peace.
"Okay then" you whisper into the space in front of you. "I feel the same way, so.. I think we should give it a shot."
"Yeah, sweetheart? Wanna be our girlfriend?" Vi questions in that teasing tone that you love to hate, her lips grazing against your cheek as she speaks. You just nod in response, both girls crushing you in a bone tight hug as relief washes over them.
"Now then" Caitlyn starts after a moment of the three of you basking in each other. She pulls away only to flip the lid of the basket, pulling out various different snack items. "I prepared this specially, and we have a valentine's picnic to dig into."
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Heartfelt Deception
Law x reader (she/her)
Modern AU, fake-dating, friends-to-lovers, like one swear word.
Summary: Law asked you to attend a charity event his hospital is hosting as his fake girlfriend. As if that wasnât enough, itâs happening on Valentineâs Day.
Words: 7.5k
Notes: For the Valentineâs Week event. I had this whole fake dating-to-hospital event idea for the ficmas event, but I scrapped it because I didnât have much time to write it then. Iâm so glad I did, though, because I think the story turned out much better for Valentineâs Day than it would have for Christmas.
English is not my first language
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Dr. Trafalgar Law was pacing back and forth in the small office of the hospital. His fingers drummed anxiously against the table as he read the charity event invitation for the fifth time, each glance making his pulse race a little faster.
The truth was, Law never liked events like this. Fundraisers, speeches, fake smilesâit all made him itch with discomfort. His introverted nature clashed with the expectations of being a âpeople personâ in the medical field, and the last thing he wanted was to attend an event where everyone would be looking at him.
A month ago, during yet another relentless round of coworkers begging him to attend an after-work gathering, Law had casually mentioned that he had plans. But instead of letting it go, they kept pressing, demanding to know why he was always declining invitations. Frustrated, he blurted out that he needed to spend time with his girlfriend. Before he could even think, the hospital buzzed with talk about his mysterious partner, one no one had ever met. Now, he was cornered into bringing his partner to the hospital's prestigious charity gala on Valentineâs Day. The irony wasnât lost on himâhis colleagues were all too eager to point out how fitting it was to host an event focused on heart issues on a day devoted to hearts.
As one of the hospitalâs top cardiac surgeons, Law was expected to be a key speaker. Worse still, he was supposed to bring his girlfriend. But the problem? He didnât have one.
There was only one person he could turn toâyou.
âYou want me to do what?!â you asked, your eyes wide with shock, your coffee cup momentarily forgotten in your hand.
He sighed, running a hand over his face in frustration. âI need you to go with me to that stupid gala as my girlfriend.â
Your brow furrowed as you set the cup down. âYou're serious?â
âWhy would I joke about something like this?â
âWhy would you make up a girlfriend just to avoid gatherings?â you shot back, leaning back in your chair, arms crossed. âYou couldâve just said you werenât interested in going.â
He glanced down at the table, clearly agitated, his fingers tapping against the surface in a nervous rhythm. âItâs not that simple. Iâve already turned them down too many times. They wonât leave me alone. And now Iâm expected to show upâwith a date. Itâs just⊠ridiculous.â
You leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, as you considered his words. âWhy not just say you broke up recently?â
âBecause itâs obvious. Then I lose that excuse for the future,â he said, picking up his cup and drinking from it.
You stared at him for a long moment, trying to wrap your head around the absurdity of it all. âSo, you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend for one night, just so you can avoid more gatherings down the line?â
âYes,â he said simply, as if it were the most logical solution in the world.
You shook your head, unable to help the small laugh that escaped you. âYouâre ridiculous. When is this supposed to happen?â
âFebruary 14th,â he replied, avoiding your gaze.
Your eyebrows shot up. âValentineâs Day?â
He rolled his eyes. âYeah, they thought they were being so clever with that one.â
A grin tugged at the corners of your lips. You couldnât resist teasing him. âSo, is this your way of asking me to be your Valentine?â
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âWhoâs being ridiculous now?â But then, with a sly smirk, he added, âSo... youâre in?â
A long pause hung in the air as you considered his request. The idea of pretending to be his girlfriend was insane, yes. Pretending to be someoneâs girlfriendâfor Valentineâs Day, no lessâwas the kind of thing youâd laugh about in a bad rom-com. But the look on his face was impossible to ignore. Desperation, tinged with just enough pride to keep him from outright begging.
Finally, you sighed, crossing your arms as if it might shield you from the insanity you were about to agree to. âFine. But you owe me big time for this.â
âDonât worry,â The smirk on his face widened into a grin, and you wondered what exactly youâd just gotten yourself into. âIâll make it up to you. I promise.â
And with that, you sealed your fate.
The day of the event had finally arrived. Law was at your door, punctual as always, ready to pick you up just as you'd arranged. He stood there, dressed impeccablyâhis sharp suit tailored to perfection, exuding confidence and elegance. You tried your hardest not to stare too much, but it was impossible not to notice how effortlessly he pulled it all off.
âReady?â His voice broke through your thoughts.
âJust a moment,â you replied, your voice betraying your hesitation as you moved closer to the mirror. You needed to make sure everything was just right. You were dressed in the outfit that made you feel good about yourself and was fitting for such an event. Yet, despite all the preparation, a knot of nerves twisted in your stomach. The idea of pretending to be Law's girlfriend made you nervous, no matter how hard you tried to pretend it did not.Â
He sighed when you took your sweet time. âCan you stop checking yourself out?â
You glanced at him, an eyebrow arched. âSorry for making sure people wonât judge your taste too much...â you grumbled, half-amused, half-defensive.
He scoffed as he moved closer, looking at you in the mirror. âLike I care what people think.â Then, with a pause, he added, his voice quieter, almost⊠sincere, âBesides, you look⊠stunning.â
You froze for a moment, surprised by his words. âReally?â
âYes,â he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His gaze softened, and you swore you saw a hint of admiration there.
âUm, thanks. And⊠you look amazing too.â
He cleared his throat, somewhat uncomfortable but trying to hide it. âLetâs just go, shall we?âÂ
âYou're sure this will work, right?â Law muttered as he turned to face you.Â
âYes, itâll work.â You flashed a confident grin, trying to reassure him, though you were just as uncertain as he was. âYouâre the one who got us into this mess.â
âI canât believe Iâm actually doing this.â
âWell, I canât believe you made up a girlfriend in the first place,â you shot back. âBut here we are.â
He sighed, running a hand over his face again, not sure whether to laugh or groan. It was one thing to get himself into this mess, but dragging you in was entirely a different matter. The pressure was mounting on both of you. Could you really pull this off?Â
Then you caught his eye. A flicker of humor, a spark of something you couldnât quite place, passed between you, and at that moment, you knew you could. Maybe this absurd charade wasnât as impossible as it seemed.
He let out a long breath and straightened his posture, his decision made. âAlright, fine. Letâs get this over with.â
âLead the way, then,â you replied, your tone playful, despite the nerves you were still trying to suppress.
He gave a curt nod, opening the door and holding it for you. With that, you stepped into the venue. The Valentineâs Day theme was apparent everywhereâ pink and red lighting bathed the space, heart-shaped centerpieces adorned every table, and a live jazz band played romantic melodies in the background. You looked over at him and snorted seeing his expression.
âI take it Valentineâs Day isnât your favorite holiday?â you teased, leaning just close enough so he could hear without anyone else catching on.
Lawâs gaze flickered to you, his brow arching slightly. âWhat gave it away?â he said dryly, expending his arm to you.
âOh, just a hunch,â you said with a small smile, slipping your hands through his arm. âYouâre doing great, though. Really selling the whole âromantic eveningâ thing.â
Lawâs expression didnât shift much, but there was a faint twitch at the corner of his lips that told you he wasnât entirely immune to your teasing. âIâm thrilled you think so,â he muttered as he led you through the crowd. You caught glimpses of the people who had been whispering about Law's relationship for weeks. Their eyes fell on you both with curiosity.
âDr. Trafalgar!â one of the nurses called out, waving excitedly. She eyed you with a wide smile. âIs this your girlfriend?â
Lawâs face remained neutral. âYes,â he answered smoothly and introduced you.
The nurse let out a little squeal of delight. âItâs so nice to finally meet you!â she exclaimed. âWeâve all been dying to know more about Dr. Trafalgarâs mysterious girlfriend.â
You gave a polite smile, taking the opportunity to slip into the role. âIt's a pleasure to meet you, too. He talks a lot about his team,â you said lightly, with a little twinkle in your eye as you glanced at Law. He rolled his eyes but didnât say anything.
The nurse beamed. âOh, I'm sure he does,â she said, her eyes still sparkling as she looked from you to Law. âItâs rare to see him... charming.â Her voice dropped to a playful whisper, though it was clear she wasnât trying to keep it a secret. âWe always wondered what kind of woman could put up with him.â
You gave a small, modest laugh, sensing the opportunity to keep the conversation flowing. âHeâs not as difficult as he looks.â You turned to Law, flashing him a playful smile. âAnd I'm quite lucky he let me in.â
Lawâs eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but he quickly masked it with his usual impassive expression. âEnough about me,â he said smoothly, redirecting the conversation. âLetâs get you something to drink.â He turned toward the drink table, eager to move on.
As the two of you moved through the gala, a sense of ease settled between you. The people who approached were friendly, curious, and all too eager to meet the mysterious woman who had somehow captured the heart of the elusive surgeon. Law, as always, seemed somewhat distant, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor, as if the weight of the event was just a little lighter with you by his side.
âWell, well, if it isn't the lovely girlfriend!â Shachi grinned, giving you a dramatic bow before standing up straight again. âYou look awesome.â
You couldnât help but smile. âThanks, Shachi. You certainly know how to flatter a girl.â
Penguin let out a low, amused chuckle from behind him. âYeah, well, Lawâs been talking about you for weeks,â he added. âHe was so worried about you not showing up and ruining his perfect plan. Iâm surprised you agreed to it, honestly.â
You gave Penguin a knowing smile. âWhat can I say? Someone had to save his ass.â You shot a quick glance at Law, who stood beside you, his expression neutral, but you caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Shachi leaned casually against the table, clearly enjoying himself, and turned to Law with a mischievous glint in his eye. âSo, how does it feel to finally have a real girlfriend? I mean, Iâve been hearing rumors about this for a while, but youâre actually pulling it off, huh?â
Law rolled his eyes but didnât respond immediately, though you could tell he was trying to keep his cool. âThis will be a long night,â he muttered under his breath, but his friends were far too eager to let him off the hook.
Shachiâs grin only grew wider. âIâm just curiousâhowâs the ârelationshipâ going so far?â He glanced at Law, whose jaw was tight, trying to suppress his frustration. âAny sparks flying between the two of you yet?â
âShachi,â Law said in warning, but he wasnât listening. Law rolled his eyes, though there was a slight curve to his lips, as if even he couldnât help but be somewhat entertained by his friends' antics. âI told you I didnât need this kind of commentary tonight.â
âYeah, yeah,â Shachi continued, entirely ignoring Lawâs attempts to rein him in. âBut itâs so much more fun when we do comment.â He threw an arm around Penguinâs shoulder, giving him an exaggerated nudge. âSo, Dr. Trafalgar, howâs it feel having your friends finally meet your âgirlfriendâ? You look so⊠happy.â
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head at their behaviour. âIâm sure Lawâs thrilled by all the attention,â you said, playing the part, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
Law cast you a sideways glance, but there was something warmer in his eyes than before. âLetâs just get through tonight, shall we?â he said, attempting his best authoritative tone, though there was a clear undertone of amusement, as if he was enjoying it just a little more than he let on.
Just as the playful back-and-forth was beginning to die down, a loud, familiar voice cut through the chatter from across the room.
âYOOO! Look who it is!âÂ
Usoppâs boisterous voice rang out, and you barely had time to brace yourself before he was at your side, grinning like a mischievous cat. He was joined by Kaya, who was looking stunning in an elegant dress, her eyes sparkling as she waved.
Shit. How had you not considered the possibility that Usopp would be here? Kaya was a nurse at the same hospital as Law, and of course, sheâd bring him as her plus-one.
âUsopp, Kaya,â you greeted with a smile, trying to remain composed despite the sudden attention being drawn your way. Usopp's loud voice had already caused a ripple of curiosity to spread through the crowd.
Usoppâs gaze darted between you and Law. âWait a minute⊠what are you doing here?â he asked. His voice was just loud enough for the people around you to overhear, making you feel the weight of every set of eyes now shifting in your direction.
You glanced at Law, who was now wearing a mask of calmâthough you could tell by the subtle shift in his posture that he wasnât exactly comfortable with the situation. You quickly shot him an apologetic look, trying to keep things as casual as possible. âIsn't it obvious â Iâm with Law,â you said with a playful shrug, hoping your tone would deflect any suspicion and begging to whatever higher power that Usopp won't blow your cover.Â
Usopp blinked, his eyes widening in disbelief, as if youâd just dropped a bombshell. âWith Law?!â His voice jumped an octave, loud enough to draw even more attention, and you felt the heat of a dozen curious stares. Your stomach churned as the pressure mounted.
âWell yeah, weâre dating,â you said quickly, trying to offer him a pointed look that screamed for him to lower his voice. You didnât look forward to clearing that lie later, though.
âWhat?!â Usopp exclaimed again, louder this time, and you fought the urge to physically drag him into a quieter corner.
âOh, for fuck's sake, don't be so loud,â you hissed, your smile strained as you resisted the urge to clamp a hand over his mouth. You just needed him to stop.
Your words earned a sharp glance from Law, who was now standing as still as a statue, his jaw tight and his eyes dark with irritation. Though his face remained unreadable to most, you could detect the flicker of unease behind his usually impenetrable demeanor.
Usopp sharp eye for detail and relentless curiosity meant he was undoubtedly piecing things together in real-time, and the last thing you needed was for him to say something he really shouldn't.
Kaya, sensing the tension, stepped in smoothly. âUsopp,â she said, with a small but knowing smile, âmaybe we should let them enjoy the night.â She gently nudged his arm, giving you an apologetic look. âItâs good to see you both. I hope youâre having a good time tonight.â
You smiled, grateful for her presence. âWeâre managing,â you replied before gesturing toward her. âAnd you? Howâs the night treating you so far?â
She laughed. âOh, itâs been lovely. Usopp keeps insisting heâs the best plus-one anyone could ask for.â
âBecause I am!â Usopp interjected, puffing out his chest.
âNah, I'm way better, right, darling?â you asked playfully, turning to your date.Â
Law let out a quiet, measured sigh, his eyes narrowing at Usopp, who was still watching far too intently for comfort. Recognizing that all eyes were now firmly on the two of you, he shifted gears seamlessly.Â
Without missing a beat, he slid an arm around your waist and pulled you a fraction closer. His hand rested lightly yet possessively against your side as he glanced down at you with a smirk. âObviously.âÂ
The gestureâand his confident toneâleft Usopp momentarily speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Even Kaya seemed surprised, her eyes darting between the two of you before a knowing smile tugged at her lips.
You couldnât help but smile, both at Lawâs quick thinking and the way his response seemed to silence any further speculation from Usopp. âSee?â you teased lightly, shooting Usopp a pointed look. âTold you.â
Usopp opened his mouth, ready to say something outrageous, but Kaya quickly stepped in, tugging on his arm with a bright laugh. âCome on, Usopp. Letâs grab some appetizers.âÂ
âThis isnât over,â he commented, but he allowed Kaya to steer him toward the other end of the room. You gave her a grateful smile.
âThat was close,â you muttered, glancing up at Law. His hand was still resting lightly on your waist.
He tilted his head down toward you, âYou call that close?â
âOh, come on,â you whispered back with a grin. âYouâve got to admit, Usopp almost blew it.â
Lawâs lips quirked upward in a barely-there smirk. âAlmost,â he conceded. Then, lowering his voice even more and murmuring into your ear, he added, âBut I donât mind setting the record straight when needed.â
The way his voice dipped sent a small shiver down your spine, but you quickly composed yourself, stepping slightly closer to him under the pretense of hearing him better.
âWell, you handled it like a pro, Dr. Trafalgar,â you teased softly, leaning just enough to let your words reach his ear.
âHmm,â he hummed noncommittally.
Before you could respond, the event coordinatorâs voice echoed through the hall, announcing the upcoming speeches. The room shifted as the crowd began to find their seats, murmurs of anticipation filling the air.
âYouâre up soon,â you reminded him. Reaching out, you placed a reassuring hand on his arm. âYouâve got this,â you said confidently.
He glanced at you, his eyes locking onto yours for a beat, searching for somethingâmaybe reassurance, maybe just the comfort of familiarityâbefore he nodded, a small but grateful gesture. âThanks.â
As he made his way toward the stage, you couldnât help but watch him with a sense of pride, your heart swelling with admiration. Even surrounded by the polished elegance of the event and the watchful eyes of so many people, he carried himself with an unshakable determination.
When he reached the podium, the crowd fell silent. He cleared his throat, taking a moment before launching into the speech. He spoke about the advancements in medicine, the importance of community support, and the life-changing surgeries that the hospitalâs team performed. But when he mentioned his team and thanked everyone for their hard work, his gaze subtly flickered toward you.
For a moment, he dropped the cold exterior. âNone of this would be possible without the support of everyone here,â he said. âAnd a special thanks to my friends andâŠmy better half, who has been my constant rock. Itâs easy to get lost in the hospital. But she keeps me grounded.â
The sincerity in his words was unmistakable. His eyes lingered on you for a fraction of a secondâlong enough for you to feel the weight of his gratitudeâbefore he looked away, the professional composure sliding back into place effortlessly.
The applause that followed was thunderous, but you barely heard it over the warmth blooming in your chest. As Law stepped down from the podium, his expression was back to its usual stoicism, but the slight flush to his cheeks and the quick glance he shot your way told you everything.
As the applause slowly died down, Law made his way back toward you, weaving through the clusters of guests who offered him brief nods and congratulatory remarks. His posture was relaxed, but you could see the faint tension in the set of his shouldersâa clear sign that he was bracing for your inevitable teasing.
When he finally reached you, you wasted no time, leaning in with a mischievous grin. âFor someone who wanted to âget through the night,â you sure know how to captivate an audience,â you teased. âAnd what was that about âthe one who keeps me groundedâ? Are you getting sentimental on me?â
He stopped in front of you, hands sliding casually into his pockets as his eyes met yours. âDonât start,â he muttered, though there was no real bite in his tone. âI said what needed to be said.â
âOh, I see,â you replied, crossing your arms and tilting your head. âSo, Iâm just âwhat needed to be saidâ now?â
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in a little, his voice low enough that only you could hear. âIf youâd prefer, I can take it all back.â
âNot a chance,â you shot back, unable to keep the playful edge out of your voice. âItâs on record now. Everyone here knows Iâm the one keeping you grounded.â
Before he could respond, Shachi and Penguin appeared, clearly having caught at least part of the exchange. Shachi was grinning ear to ear, while Penguinâs expression held a more subdued amusement.
âThat speech was something else,â Shachi said, clapping Law on the back with exaggerated enthusiasm. âEspecially that part about being grounded. Youâre getting soft.â
Lawâs glare shifted to Shachi, though it lacked any real venom. âDonât you have someone else to annoy?â he asked, his voice dry.
âNot when youâre providing this much entertainment,â Shachi shot back without missing a beat.
Law rolled his eyes but didnât bother responding, deciding it wasnât worth the effort. Instead, he turned his attention back to you. âAre you enjoying yourself yet?â he asked
You pretended to consider his question, tapping a finger to your chin. âHmm... between the impromptu Usopp interrogation, the surprise shout-out during your speech, and Shachiâs relentless commentary?â You grinned. âYeah, Iâd say Iâm having a great time.â
Lawâs exhale was sharp, but his lips twitched upward in a reluctant smile. âGood,â he sighed. âAt least one of us is.â
Just as you were forming your response, the event coordinator approached the two of you with a bright smile. âDr. Trafalgar, your presence is requested for some photos with the donors,â she said, her gaze flicking to you briefly. âAnd, of course, your lovely girlfriend is welcome to join.â
Law hesitated, his eyes narrowing. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he weighed the pros and cons of dragging you into yet another spotlight moment.
You decided to save him the trouble. âWeâd be happy to,â you said smoothly, looping your arm through his. âRight, darling?â
The look he shot you was nothing short of murderous, but you only smiled sweetly, patting his arm as the coordinator led you both toward the photographerâs setup.
After the photos, you wandered back to the main room, weaving through the crowd. You spotted Usopp and Kaya near the dessert table, Usopp animatedly telling a story while Kaya giggled beside him. Heart-shaped chocolates and delicate pastries adorned the table, and you decided to grab a couple of treats before heading back to your corner of the room.
âHere,â you said, holding out a piece of chocolate to Law as you both settled near the bar.
He eyed it skeptically. âWhatâs this?â
âChocolate,â you replied, popping one into your mouth. âItâs Valentineâs Day. Youâre supposed to eat chocolate. Itâs practically a rule.â
Law sighed, but he took the chocolate from your hand, his fingers brushing yours briefly in the exchange. He bit into it. âItâs good,â he admitted after a moment.
You smirked. âSee? Valentineâs Day isnât all bad.â
He gave you a sidelong glance. âYouâre enjoying this far too much.â
You just grinned wider and shrugged. Despite the occasional hiccupâlike Usoppâs not-so-subtle attempts to sneak more information out of youâit was hard to deny that you and Law actually did have a great time. The whole evening felt surprisingly natural, even with the added touches and pet names that came with playing your part.
But as the night went on, the carefully constructed charade began to blur, leaving you to wonder if there was something genuine simmering beneath the surface. A fleeting warmth in the way he looked at you, a brush of his hand that lingered just a moment too long. You quickly shook the thought away before it could root itself further.
âYou know,â you started, breaking the silence, âUsopp already texted everyone the news.â
Lawâs brow furrowed as he glanced at you. âWhat news?â
You raised an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look.
âOh. Right,â he said, the realization dawning on his face.
âYeah,â you chuckled, crossing your arms. âI had to turn my sound off completelyâthe group chat went insane.â
Law let out a quiet groan and reached for his phone, pulling it from his pocket with a resigned air. He turned the phone toward you, revealing a string of increasingly enthusiastic messages from Luffy:
This is amaizing!!!!
I'M SO HAPPY!!!
GOOD FOR YOU!!!
WHEN DID THIS HAPEN??
Tell me evrything RIGHT NOW!!!
You burst out laughing, nearly doubling over as you read the flood of texts. Law pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about how ridiculous Luffy was, but the small, reluctant smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement.
âLooks like someoneâs excited for us,â you teased, still laughing.
Law rolled his eyes, though the faintest trace of a blush colored his cheeks. âLuffyâs always excited about something. Thisâll blow over. We will explain it later or something.â
You swallowed your disappointment and tried to focus on anything other than the fact that today was not as real as it seemed. Your eyes drifted forward just as the band started playing a slow, romantic tune, and couples began rushing toward the dance floor. You could feel the weight of the moment pressing down, the atmosphere practically begging for you to make a move.
âWell, darling,â you said, extending your hand toward him with an exaggerated flourish. âCare to dance?â
Law stared at you, his expression caught somewhere between incredulous and amused. âYouâre joking.â
âNot even a little,â you wiggled your fingers at him. âItâs Valentineâs Day. Whatâs a fake relationship without a dance under the romantic lighting?â
He let out a quiet groan but took your hand anyway, his grip firm and steady. As he led you to the dance floor, you couldnât help but marvel at how natural it felt.
For a moment, you both moved hesitantly, as if testing the waters. Law wasnât one to engage in things like thisâpublic displays of affection, no matter how fake, didnât exactly come naturally to him. Yet, as the rhythm of the music settled between you, his movements became smoother, more confident. You matched his pace, the two of you falling into an unspoken synchrony.
âYouâre better at this than I expected,â you murmured, glancing up at him.
âDonât get used to it,â he replied, his voice low enough that only you could hear. âThis isnât exactly my idea of a great time.â
You chuckled, your fingers instinctively tightening their grip on his shoulder. âCouldâve fooled me. Youâre surprisingly good at this.â
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering with amusement. âSurprisingly?â
âWell,â you said with a smirk, âyou donât exactly scream âslow-dance enthusiast.â
Law huffed, but there was no real irritation behind it. He was paying more attention to the way your body moved in sync with his, the way you shifted your weight with each step.
The scent of his cologne was subtle but intoxicating, and the way his eyes stayed locked on yours made it impossible to look away.
âThis isnât so bad,â you murmured, almost to yourself.
âIâll take that as a compliment.â
âIt was meant as one,â you said, your thumb gently brushing the fabric of his suit jacket. âI know this isnât exactly your scene. Thanks for humoring me.â
For a moment, something shifted in his expression. The guardedness that usually defined him seemed to waver, replaced by something more vulnerable, something unspoken. His grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly, pulling you closer, and the distance between you narrowed until you could feel the faint brush of his chest against yours.
âYouâre doing all of this for me, the least I can do is survive dancing for your sake,â he answered in his usual manner, and yet, it sounded somehow warmer. Then he added teasingly, âdarlingâ
You tried to diminish how much you loved that nickname coming from his lips.
As the music faded, applause broke out around the room, snapping you back to reality. Law stepped back a little, his hand falling away from your waist, but the warmth of his touch stayed. He looked at you for a moment longer, his gaze searching, before he cleared his throat and glanced away, the mask of composure slipping back into place.
âLetâs get off the dance floor,â he said, his tone returning to its usual cool detachment. But there was a faint flush to his cheeks that you couldnât ignore.
âNot bad for someone who doesnât like Valentineâs Day,â you teased, keeping your tone light, even though your heartbeat had quickened as you followed him off the dancefloor.
Law smirked faintly, his amber eyes locking onto yours. âI never said I didnât like it. Just that itâs⊠unnecessary.â
âUnnecessary?â You arched a brow, tilting your head. âCelebrating love and connection? That sounds pretty necessary to me.â
His grin grew. âIf you need a commercial holiday to remind you of that, youâre doing something wrong.â
You couldnât help but laugh at his bluntness. âTouchĂ©,â you admitted, the moment feeling strangely intimate despite the dozens of other couples around you. He put his hand on your back and gently led you to sit down in the corner. You sat in silence for a moment before speaking again.
âSo, are you enjoying the night yet? Or are you still counting down the minutes until itâs over?â
Law let out a quiet chuckle. âIâm surviving,â he replied dryly, though the corners of his lips twitched as though he couldnât fully keep the amusement from showing. âIf Iâm being honest, itâs⊠not as bad as I thought it would be,â he looked sheepish as he added. âYour presence makes it more bearable.â
A warmth blossomed in your chest at his words, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in slightly, your cheek brushing his shoulder. You felt him stiffen for a split second, but then he relaxed, putting his head on yours.
âI didnât think Iâd be⊠enjoying it,â he continued, his fingers brushing through your hair as if absentmindedly. âBut I think I mightâve been wrong.â
You lifted your head just enough to look at him, finding his gaze already locked on yours. There was no mask of indifference nowâjust a rare moment of vulnerability, one that you hadnât often seen. It was disarming. His hand gently cupped the side of your face, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone, and you could feel the slight tremor in his fingers.
Your heart fluttered unexpectedly, and you were unsure of what to say, or even if you should say anything at all. The quiet, unspoken understanding between you was enough.
âWell, well, well! Look at you two, all cozy!â
It was Shachi, followed closely by Penguin, and some other colleagues of Law from the hospital. You froze for a split second, pulling away from Law just as his hand dropped from your cheek. Both of you turned toward the intruder, finding a group of Lawâs colleagues standing a few feet away.
One of the surgeons, a tall man with a broad grin, chuckled as he shook his head. âHonestly, Law, I didnât think you were the type to be so⊠affectionate.âÂ
Lawâs face immediately shifted to that calm, composed mask he wore so well, but you could see the hint of a blush creeping up his neck. He scoffed. âWhat did you expect? For me to keep five feet away from someone I care about?â
âWeâre just surprised,â the nurse you spoke with first today, smiled softly at the two of you. âBut itâs nice to see you so⊠relaxed. We donât usually get to see this side of you.â Her tone wasnât mocking; instead, it held a kind, almost approving quality.
It was clear that they all werenât just teasing for the sake of teasingâthey were happy to see him like this. This side of Law, the one who didnât always hide behind his usual walls, was a rare sight for most people.
âI guess thereâs a first time for everything,â Law muttered, trying to keep the situation under control while simultaneously not looking entirely displeased.
As if they couldnât resist, one of the younger doctors, a woman with long hair and a sly smile, smirked at you and asked, âSo, come on, how did you two get together? Law didnât want to say a word about it.â His grin widened as he leaned in, waiting for some kind of juicy story.
You chuckled, glancing at Law, who raised an eyebrow at you as if daring you to come up with an appropriate response.
âOf course he didnât.â You nudged him playfully. âHeâs never been the type to spill the details, has he?â
Shachi smirked knowingly. âCome on, Law,â he prodded. âWeâre dying to know the real story.â
âWell,â you interjected, grinning as you looked at the group. âIf you're looking for something juicy, Iâm afraid I have to disappoint. We were just good friends for quite a while before it just clicked that thereâs more and thereâs no running from it. So, with a kiss, we sealed the deal, and are together just like that.â It seemed like a story that could be real, that would suit you both, and what kind of people you are together.
âThatâs actually a pretty decent story, considering how tight-lipped youâve been, Law,â he remarked.
Law shot him a sidelong glance. âIâm not in the habit of sharing my private life with everyone.â
The woman with long hair, delighted by the revelation, nudged Shachi playfully. âWell, itâs good to know Law isnât entirely immune to matters of the heart. Who knew?â she said with a wink, enjoying the rare opportunity to see her usually composed colleague looking so flustered.
âI never said I was,â Law replied, though there was a faint hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth now.
You smiled at him, savoring the fact that, despite his usual reticence, he hadnât shut down the conversation.
âWell, now that weâve got that out of the way,â you turned to the group, âany more questions?
âNot if you want to keep your secrets,â Shachi teased. âI think weâve learned enough for tonight.â
âAlthoughâŠâ Penguin started to say with a mischievous grin
âAlright, alright,â Law interjected, probably scared that more question may blow your cover. âYouâve had your fun.â
The playful banter continued for a few more moments, with the group lightheartedly poking fun at Law, but without pushing too far. It was clear they were genuinely enjoying seeing him in a different light. Even you couldn't help but smile at how the evening had turned out.
âAlright,â you said, nudging Law lightly with your elbow, âI think weâve officially survived the interrogation. How about we grab some drinks and escape before they start asking for our love story in full detail?â you whispered.
âFine by me,â he stated, standing up and offering you a hand. âExcuse us for a moment.â
You took his hand, your fingers curling around his with ease. He led you both to the bar and ordered your drinks. When you took them, you found seats nearby.
âThey have a point, you know,â you commented, leaning back in your seat, sipping your drink as you shot him a teasing glance. âYouâre surprisingly sweet with me.â
Law shot you a look, but his lips twitched upward in the barest hint of a smile. âDonât start,â he warned, though there was no bite to his words.
âIâm just saying, the way you act tonightââ you paused, letting the words linger in the air, âitâs⊠kind of adorable.â
âYouâre walking a fine line,â he murmured, his tone just low enough that only you could hear, and there was that familiar spark of challenge in it.
You grinned. âI think the real question is, why do you make it so easy for me to tease you?â You leaned back again, propping your elbow on the armrest, your eyes glinting with playful mischief. âMaybe Iâm onto something.â
âYouâre lucky I donât have a stronger reaction to you, or Iâd make sure you regret that.â
You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the hint of seriousness in his voice. âOh? Is that a threat, Law?â you asked, half-challenging, half-curious.
He leaned in just slightly, his gaze softening but still intense. âOnly if you push your luck too far,â he replied. It was supposed to be a warning, and yet it sounded wayâŠwarmer. You felt the air shift between you, the playful tone fading into something more subtle.
Before you could respond, the sound of laughter from across the room caught your attention, and you noticed some of Lawâs colleagues still milling about, their eyes frequently darting toward the two of you. They probably thought their glances were subtle, but they really werenât.
âWanna bet theyâre talking about us?â
Law smirked, his gaze flicking toward the group before returning to you. âIâm not betting against something that is 100% true.â
You chuckled, lifting your drink to your lips as you watched them huddle together in hushed conversation, clearly intrigued by the dynamic between the two of you. The whole thing was both amusing and oddly satisfying, considering how little effort you'd actually put into keeping this charade together.
âSo,â you said, breaking the silence with a light tone, âwhat now? Do we stick around and continue surviving this âunnecessaryâ holiday, or do we make our grand exit?â
âI think weâve done enough, surviving for one night,â he declared, standing and offering his hand to you with a knowing glint in his eyes. âCome on. Letâs get out of here.â
You took his hand, your fingers wrapping around his with the familiar ease. âI like the sound of that.âÂ
As you made your way toward the exit, you said your goodbyes to everyone, your eyes catching a few lingering, amused glances from Law's colleagues.
âWell, I think weâve both survived tonight, havenât we?â you asked, glancing up at him with a teasing look, trying to gauge his mood as you stepped outside.
His gaze softened, and a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips. âI suppose we have,â he said, his voice quieter now. âThough, Iâm not sure whatâs worseâthe questions or your teasing.â
You laughed lightly, squeezing his hand gently. âI think you can handle both.â
âApparently,â he said quietly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand in a gesture that was almost imperceptible but undeniably intimate.
Instead of calling for a taxi, Law started leading you toward the nearby park. You certainly didnât mind the extra time with himâafter the whirlwind of the evening, the peaceful solitude of the park felt like a perfect escape.
When you reached a bench by a small pond, Law sat down, and you followed suit, the two of you settling next to each other. For a few moments, neither of you said anything. It felt like the perfect continuation of the nightâno more questions, no more performances, just the two of you.
âThank you.â
You glanced at him, surprised by the unexpected gratitude in his tone. âYou're welcome,â you replied easily, your lips curving into a small smile. âI had fun.â
âYou did?â
âYeah,â you answered, your smile widening a little. âDid you?â
âI did actually.â
âGoodâ you said simply. âYou know now that theyâll just bother and tease you about me, right?â you added teasingly after a moment.
He gave you a side-glance, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but his gaze softened as it lingered on you. âI can survive that.â
You sat in silence, the quiet comfortable, with your hand still intertwined with his, even though there was no one around that you had to pretend for.
After a while, Law spoke quietly, âThat storyâŠ
âHuh?â You blinked, trying to recall what he might be referring to.
âAbout how we apparently came to be⊠you made it quite believable.â You suddenly remembered your words from earlier: We were just good friends for quite a while before it just clicked that thereâs more and thereâs no running from it. So, with a kiss, we sealed the deal, and are together just like that.
âWellâŠum, it sounded plausible, did it not?â you said, as you tried to brush off the nerves creeping up.
âIt did.â Silence fell again, but this time, it felt different. You wrecked your head as to what to say. You looked at him, hoping for something to break the tension, and found his gaze already focused on you. The intensity of it made it harder to find the right words.
But you didnât have to say anythingâhis lips found yours in a tender kiss, slow and gentle, as if testing the waters for something deeper. The world around you seemed to fade away as you leaned into the kiss, your fingers threading through his hair. The moment felt suspended in time, perfect in its simplicity.
When he finally pulled back, his hand still resting against your cheek, you noticed a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips. It was the kind of smile that made your chest tighten, the kind that carried a quiet promise, and the warmth that spread through you was more than just the remnants of the kiss.
âWell, that solidifies that it was all true.â
You heard the familiar voice of Usopp. The sudden intrusion snapped you out of the trance the moment had put you in.
You rolled your eyes, not even glancing in his direction, your focus remaining entirely on Law. âGet lost, Nose-ya. Now,â Law muttered, his voice stern, his gaze unwavering from yours.
âAlright, alright, Iâm going!â Usopp chuckled, but you werenât about to let him ruin your moment, not when it felt so real, so raw. You kept your focus on Law, and for a few seconds, there was just the two of you again, the world falling away once more.
âSo, is my story true then?â you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.
âYeah, it is,â he replied, his voice steady but carrying that quiet confidence youâd grown accustomed to.
You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. âCanât believe it happened on Valentineâs Day, after pretending to date for an event.â
âMaybe Valentine's Day isn't so bad after all,â he said, the words almost an afterthought. And you couldnât help but agree as you tugged him closer, your lips finding his in a kiss that was even more intense than the first.
When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, you looked into his eyes, and something settled in your chestâthis was just the beginning of something, something you both werenât willing to let go of. It was there in the way he looked at you, the way he held you close. You could feel it in your bones that whatever this was, it was real. And it was only just starting.
âMaybe youâre right,â you whispered, your thumb gently brushing over his hand. âValentineâs Day might not be so bad⊠when it ends like this.â
He smirked at you. âWeâll see if you still feel that way next year,â he said, the challenge in his voice playful, but there was no mistaking the certainty in his words.
âYou wanna fake-date me for Valentineâs Day next year too?â
His expression softened, the usual sharpness in his gaze replaced by something more tender as his hand brushed gently across your cheek. âNo,â he responded quietly, his voice warm and sincere. âI want to be with youâfor real.â
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UNDER THE WOODS â princess!p. bueckers x cinderella!reader
۶ৠ- summary: the mistreatments are way to normalize in your household. after the dead of your father, your new step-mother and her daughters new mission is to make your life miserable, serving them as a maid, until you met her, in the middle of the forest.
۶ৠ- wc: 3,045
۶ৠ- warnings/content: abusive behavior, submissive reader, mentions of death of both parents, not 100% accurate to the movie.
authors note | ONE SHOT! happy valentineâs day!! đ can u consider this as a valentineâs special? any grammatical errors will be edit after!! (im to lazy) this idea came from me literally watching the cinderella movie (the live action version) im in love with the dress. enjoy!
im back! where are my beautiful ladies?â a silent scream, lingered its way through the walls of the extended house until it reach your ears. your head meeting the direction of the voice, a small sound came out your lips before losing the grip that you had on your tea party set up. running down the corridors, finding the main door that lead to the outside.
the sound of the horses coming filled the garden, your dad, step down from the carriage that held him safely during one of his many trips. you really loved your dad, but not his jobâa businessmanâ he rarely was home, but the hole made because of his absence was quickly filled by the warming love your mother brought. a wonderful woman, a very beautiful one too, she will sing to you every night, lullabying the sleep into you, making your eyelids heavy.
âmy wonderful daughter..â your father let out in awe, contemplating your small figure. you jumped into his arms, surrounding yours around his neck. âi brought you something special.â he whispered in your ear, lowering you to take a seat on the edge of a fuantain, his hand grabbed a nearby suitcase, clicking a few locks before it jumped open. he pulled from the inside a small box, placing it on the center of your hands, he pushed a button on the side and it open abruptly, letting out a blue butterfly. âoh..itâs beautiful.â you said low, a smile coming up.
âwill you like to dance with me maâdam?â he said softly, lowering himself to your level, offering his hand, âof course, gentleman.â you spoke in a fail attempt to mock a seductive tone. your hand meet his rough hands, tired from all the work he endured. helping you up, instinctively, you lifted your feet, stepping on your fathers, he let out a series of high groans and âouchâsâ but stilled grip gently your small hand and stared spinning, not strong enough to knock you off your feet but it still made the air move your hair gracefully, giggles scaped from the bottom of your heart.
happiness doesnât last long.
you wished it did.
a few years had passed and your mother fell sick, her once bright eyes filled with joy and love, were now replaced with a dark glance, her skin was dry and in some occasions, the cold sweat will linger in her forehead. her cold touch brought goosebumps in your skin, she didnât lulled you to sleep anymore.
the day her heavy eyelids came to their final rest, it felt empty like if the spirit of the house, yours and your father, had disappeared, all of the once happy memories died with her too.
she gave you all her old dresses, shoes and books, she insisted that you should be a intelligent woman that doesnât depend on her future husband, the last part made your heart drop, you werenât that interested in getting a husband any time soon, but if you donât marry someone quickly, your father might even a arrange one for you. the thought of spending your days washing clothes, cooking, cleaning, satisfying your husband and having children haunted you at night, when your bed suddenly felt a little bit to cold even when the spring brought joy to the flowers and practically all the nature, even humans, or maybe not.
the second time a part of your soul died, it was when your father confirmed your worst fears.
he was going to marry a new woman.
you couldnât do anything to really avoid the disaster that was perfectly planned to happen.
the carriage arrive sooner than imagined, from your window you could hear it from the distance, losing your mind observing the deeps of the forest and the nearby town. you lazily grabbed your shoes and placed them annoyingly, passing your hands through the dress in a attempt to soothe it.
your father was already outside the door when you finally made yourself get there, a bright smile smoothed the corners of mis smile line, its been years since you have seen that smile. he looked at you with hoped, with a clear ambition to start a new life, without any other choice, you smile softly at him as well. âcouldnât you make yourself more presentable? use one of the dress i brought you?â he whispered as the gates opened, ready to welcome their new members, you let out a small sigh but the smile on your face didnât disappear.
when the carriage stopped itâs journey in front of you and your dad, he jogged quickly just enough for the carriageâs door opened abruptly, giggles came out the door and bright dresses ame from the dark, anastasia was the first one to make their presence known. your father extended his hand in order to help anastasia step from the carriage, once she stepped on the ground, she started overworking her fan as if the hot weather was attempting against her life. the second one was drizella, her exaggerated hair almost made contact with the top of the carriage and high heels making her trip, she wiggled her way over to anastasia who analyzed your house. âyou should stile your hairâ drizella remarked, your hair was styled messily in a bun. âyour house is so⊠vintage.â anastasia added. âhow was your trip?â you asked before they could make another smirky comment. âwhat did she say?â anastasia whisperedânot low enough because you could still hear her. âi think she is asking us about our travel.â drizella explained like if you were speaking in a another language. âit was, um, exquisite.â anastasia replied awkwardly.
it seem like everyone stopped their tracks once the faint sound of a dress and heels made their way into the conversation. the last one was lady tremaine, a mysterious and wealthy woman. she meet your father during one of his long trips, promising her hand in marriage once she moved with him.
without giving you a glance, she maid her way through the house doors, and scanned the main entrance. anastasia and drizella were quickly to follow her and whisper things to her, definitely about your house. you entered the house along with your dad, thatâs when she finally took check you out. her penetrating eyes noticing every single flaw in you. âhow about you give the girls a tour around the house.â your father spoke as anastasia and drizella chuckled in amusement making their way up the stairs.
âyour daughter is beautiful.â lady tremaine mumbled as you and your new sisters disappeared into some rooms. âoh, yes. she took it from herââ your father stopped mid-sentence once he saw ladyâs tremaine prolonged eye contact and her teasing smirk.
later that night, a inimaginable party was celebrated in your fathers and ladyâs tramaine engagement, the wine and whiskey made you feel intoxicated just from the smell, your lungs burned as the smoke of the cigarettes lingered as if it was pure air. both of your âinnocentâ sisters doll themselves up, amused man surrounding them while they took their sweet time chatting only with those that have money. your father was also talking to his friends, although you only recognized one, a really old friend of his, edward, he is your fatherâs assistant during his travels. talking about travels, in a few days he had been assigned one, after that, the wedding will happen.
âbring me a nice, shiny necklace!â âi want a big, outstanding dress!â âoh! and a tight corset!â anastasia and drizella demanded loudly as theyâsurprisingly took turns to talk about their needs. âwhat do you want, my love?â your father asked as his head turned towards you, grabbing his suitcases and throwing them into the back of the carriage. âjust you coming back safely.â you quietly said while grabbing his hand, not wanting to let go. edward started to move the carriage with the help of the horses but you didnât take your hand away from his, following desperately as the carriage made its way outside the house property, when you couldnât catch up anymore, you staid still, observing the carriage that disappeared.
a knock could be heard, you werenât expecting any visits. as the knocking continued, drizella called your name âget the door!â she yelled. as when you got to the door, edward was standing there, soaking wet because of the latest rains happening, the carriage behind him, as well as your fathers belongings. âedward? where is my father?â you quickly questioned the poor man who gripped his hat tightly, he just shook his head, letting fall some tears that had pilled up, he will break in a million pieces if he spoke a word.
realization hit you like a brick, suddenly the air had aggressively pushed one both doors, your breath sharp and fast and your lip started quivering, your knees weakening making you fall in front of edward whoâs tears where know fully released and came out like a endless loop. âthat means he didnât bring me my dress?â anastasia growled as her other sister and mother soaked in the news. âanastasia! shut that mouth of yours!â lady tremaine spoke up, for the first time in weeks finally doing something that wasnât against you. âcanât you see? we are ruined!â she snapped, lady tramaine turn around and stormed off to her room, shutting the door loudly.
the hard sound of heels crashing with the weak wooden floor woke you up abruptly, your neck jointed with a sharp pain spreading towards your lower back, your view was blurred as you remember last nights activitiesâyou had fallen asleep in front of the chimney seeking for any warm that your room didnât offer you. the new room was practically the old attic, the last room of the house and scariest, drizella and anastasia took your room because theirs was too small and lady tramaine had the guts to replace the room of your beloved mother.
âwhere is this girl?â lady tramaine groaned as she took a seek for you while waiting for her daughters to come and eat breakfast. âi thought breakfast was ready.â she sneered as you walked with chalks of wood. âit is maâam. iâm only mending the fire.â you replied while inspecting the fire as it refuse to corporate.
anastasia and drizella finally took their seat in the dinning room, waiting impatiently for the food, tapping their nails against the table, as if it were a clock, counting second by second. âwhatâs that on your face?â lady tramaine asked as she observed obviously your face as you walked in with trays filled with food, your puzzled face became clear as you didnât know what she was talking about, placing the food as you looked at the three ladies sitting in front of you. âitâs ash from the fireplace.â anastasia was quick to clear any questions. âclean yourself up.â lady tramaine said, avoiding any eye contact with you. âyouâll get cinders in our tea!â drizella snorted grabbing a cup of tea and stared deeply into it, you grabbed a nearby piece of destroyed fabric, bringing it and cleaning up aggressively your face with it.
âoh, girls leave your sister alone.â lady tramaine cheered as her wicked smile came back into its place as you keep walking in and out with plates, glasses and even more food. it was difficult to organize everything by yourself because lady tramaine had dismissed the household. her glance dartered around the table until it stopped in your plate. âwhoâs this plate for?â she inquired as she pointed out the plate placed on the spot giving to you on the dining table.âis there someone weâve forgotten?â she asked faking innocence, she knew deep down that it was your plate. âitâs my place.â you added with a soft smile. âit seems so much to expect you to prepare breakfast, serve it and still sit with us.â she explained rapidly, taking a small breath before continuing. âwouldnât like to eat when all the work is done?â she inquired pushing slightly your plate away towards you.
you were left speechless as the three ladies looked at you teasingly, a desire to run away kicked in. your shaking hands grabbed clumsily your cutlery and walked away as the loud, rotten sound of ladyâs tramaine laugh tormented you as you stormed off to the kitchen.
the tears blurred your vision as you placed weakly the glass plate on the table, a wrong movement slipped the plate from the table crashing down into the floor, an unpleasant sound coming from the crash, to see the disaster you caused made you cry even more. sobbing, you kneeled into the disaster and started picking it up.
the pot where you prepared the tea reflected your heart breaking image, your face swallowed because of the endless tears, still covered by ash. it seemed like your stepmother and stepsisters had indeed transformed you into a merely a creature of ash and oil, a desperate groan escaped your shaky lip.
the horses speed quicken as the path was clear enough. you had grabbed a horse and stormed off to the forest to ride a bit, to distract yourself from theyâre horrid coments.
as you deepen yourself more, a reindeer came out of nowhere, taking you and your horse by surprise. the horse jumped in horror as your grip into it not wanting to fall. âwhoa, whoa, whoa!â you gasped, the reindeer only dedicated himself to look at you, the moment was interrupted as distant horns and shouts approached your area. ârun!â you mouthed to the reindeer, how crazy you were to think that it will listen to you? âor theyâll catch you!â you uttered in desperation as the voices became more and more clear.
once the reindeer finally took note of your desperate attempts to help him, he stroked off but your horse had another plan, storming off with the reindeer too, as if they were playing a cat and mouse game, the sudden change of speed made a earâpiercing scream come out your sore throat.
paige separated herself from the group of guards fallowing the reindeer, when se heard a desperate voice coming from the deeps of the forest, a beautiful one.
âeasy, boy!â you groaned noisily, not knowing how to calm the beast. âcome on, slow down!â you desperately cried. paige squinted her yes focusing on the quickened animal. âmiss!â she screamed, directing her horse towards the scene.
âiâm alright! thank you!â you screamed back but she matched your rhythm, calming down your horse for you, as the horse slowed down she questioned you. âare you alright?â âiâm alright.â you blurted out. âbut youâve nearly frightened the life out of him.â you protested making your horse jogg in cirlcles, the blonde girl mocking your steps. âwho?â she asked. âthe reindeer! whatâs he ever done to you?â you yell out of air, the girl peeking a smile âi must confess iâve never met him before.â the blonde girl giggled âhe is a friend of yours?â she continued, both of your horses mirroring the actions of one another. âby accident, we met just now.â you stated, visibly relieved and now calmed after the scary incident.
âi looked into his eyes and he looked into mine, and i just felt he had so much to do with his life.â you explained getting closer to the fancy-dressed girl âthatâs all.â you finished. âmiss, what do they call you?â she questioned as soon as you ended speaking. âdonât bother.â you muttered rapidly. âyou shouldnât be this deep in the forest, alone.â she remarked as her sheâs wondered into the distance, endless trees and animals. âiâm not alone. iâm with youâŠâ you chuckle. ânow, what do they call you?â it was now your time to question, she giggled at your words. âyou donât know who i am?â she said while raising her eyebrows in surprise. âthey call âpâ, well, my father does when he is in a good mood.â she replied as you both laughed. âand⊠where do you live, miss p?â you asked. âat the palace.â she quickly said. âmy fatherâs teaching me his tricks.â she added. âyouâre an apprentice?â you said amused. âyou can say that.â she said nodding. âthat good.ïżœïżœ you opined. âdo they treat you well?â you mentioned as your horses speed started lacking but you didnât bother to notice. âbetter then i deserve.â she responded as both of your horses stopped, almost closing the distance between you both. âand you?â she inquired. âthey treat as they can.â you blurted out, avoiding making eye contact. âiâm sorry.â she whispered seeing your facial expressions go down as your mood changed. âitâs not your fault.â you clarified quickly. ânot yours either.â she answered softly. âitâs not that bad.â you said, a small smile creeping through your lips. âothers have it worse. we simply must have courage and be kind.â you seconded. âyeah, you are right.â she replied as a laugh came out following the words her mouth let out, you both chuckle. âthatâs exactly how i feel.â she explained.
before you could respond again, a long horn interrupted the conversation, your head turned to the direction of the horn fallowed by shouting. âplease donât let them hurt him.â you pleaded. âbut were hunting, you see. itâs whatâs done.â she said not caring about your pleas of desperation. âjust because itâs whatâs done doesnât mean itâs what should be done!â you contradicted. âright, again.â the girl acknowledged. âthat means you will leave him alone?â you questioned. âi will.â she assured. âthank you very much, miss p.â you said.
âah! there your are your highââ the captain suddenly appeared and was quickly interrupted. âitâs p! p!â she exclaimed quickly. âiâm on my way!â she said irritated. âwell, we better get goingâ the captain desperately said. âmiss p..â he finished teasingly. âi repeat myself⊠im on my way!â she argued her horse buckled and jogged away taking a few glances towards you, then she stopped. âi hope to see you again, miss.â she hinted, her blue eyes not moving away from yours. âme too.â you said, a comforting smile lightened up her face her horse finally catching up with the rest of the group, jogging away.
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synopsis: valentines day with your boyfriend/husband.
character [separate]: Nanami Kento x reader, Gojo Satoru x reader, Suguru Geto x reader, Toji Fushiguro x reader, Sukuna Ryomen x reader, soo cute! Choso Kamo x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader, Yuji Itadori x reader (fem!)
warning: love and short srry đ⊠don't be mad at me for what i did for Tojiđ
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Kento N.
Nanami wasnât really the type to celebrate Valentineâs Day. To him, this day was a âcommercial holiday,â an artificial opportunity to prove his love. He believed that love was built on a daily basis, in simple gestures and small attentions. So, you thought you would spend a quiet evening, like every year.
But when you returned home that night, you were surprised. The house was enveloped in a soft and warm atmosphere: candles lit everywhere, soft lighting, a nicely set table with elegant plates and a bouquet of flowers. Dinner was ready, a dish that Nanami had carefully prepared himself, accompanied by your favorite wine.
âItâs not much,â he said as he joined you in the room, a discreet smile on his lips. âBut I thought it would be nice to spend some time together.â
You looked at him, touched by the attention he had put into this dinner. This gesture means much more to you than anything else. You spent a quiet evening, full of laughter, tender conversations and shared silences, as if this dinner was a simple and sincere way of saying "I love you".
When dessert was served, he placed his hand on yours, his gaze tender but discreet. "I know Valentine's Day doesn't mean much to us, but I wanted to show you how much you mean to me," he said softly. "With this moment together. Because with you, every day is a bit like Valentine's Day."
Moved, you smiled at him, squeezing his hand in yours. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, you got up to clear the table. Then, as you found yourself upstairs, Nanami turned to you with a slight smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he whispered, before kissing you softly.
âHappy Valentineâs Day, Ken,â you replied, touched by the sincerity of his words more than any gesture. And in that simplicity, you felt more loved than ever.
Gojo S.
The sun is barely rising when Gojo arrives at your door, a mischievous smile on his face. Before you can even react, he grabs your hand and whisks you away on a memorable day, where every minute seems more absurd than the last.
First stop: a private helicopter, a flight over Tokyo. The wind whips your face as you fly over the city illuminated by the first rays of the sun. You hold on to the helm, your heart pounding, a mixture of pleasure and terror.
Gojo, for his part, laughs as he sees you hanging on, his face like a permanent challenge. âItâs nothing, just relax!â he assures you, but you know he loves seeing you out of your comfort zone.
The highlight of the show comes when he drags you into an impromptu photo shoot. In the middle of the street, under the neon lights and curious glances of passersby, Gojo strikes ridiculous poses while making you laugh. Then, without warning, he takes a picture of you up close, capturing the moment when you let yourself go into a genuine smile.
Finally, Gojo takes you to the roof of a skyscraper, the breathtaking view of the city all around you, illuminated by sparkling fairy lights. The cool wind makes you shiver, but he keeps you close to him, a smirk on his face.
âSo?â he asks, leaning a little closer to you, his mischievous eyes scrutinizing you with an almost childish amusement. âWhat was the best part of the day?â
You look at him, rolling your eyes as you smile. You know heâs expecting an extravagant answer. So, you lean down and kiss him briefly, just enough to surprise him.
âIâll say.. everything was great, but the helicopter ride⊠I thought I was going to throw up. Never again please.â
He chuckles lightly, shaking his head, and pulls you into his arms. âItâs all you,â he says, pulling you closer, before catching your lips in a slow but passionate kiss. Time seems to stop for a moment, the sounds of the distant city drowned out by the intensity of his kiss.
âHappy Valentineâs Day, baby,â he whispers against your lips, a satisfied smile on his face. He holds you tighter in his arms, and you let yourself go with the magic of the moment.
Geto S.
The night is quiet on this Valentineâs night, and the atmosphere in your apartment is softer than usual. The wind blowing lightly against the windows lets you hear a distant murmur of the couples outside.
Geto comes home with your spare keys and silently places a small box of chocolates in your hands, before settling down next to you on the couch.
You turn your gaze to him. He says nothing, his eyes drowned in a discreet embarrassment, as if each word he was going to say was weighed carefully.
He takes a moment to look at the box in your hands before slowly turning it away, a slight smile growing at the corner of his lips. âIâm not really good at this kind of thing,â he murmurs. He almost seems to hesitate, embarrassed by the simplicity of the gesture, but nevertheless, his eyes shine with a touching sincerity.
His fingers slide almost imperceptibly on your skin, a silent caress. A small smile forms on his face, a smile that seems to come straight from a bygone era, where he was still able to believe in a quiet love, without pain or torment.
âYou know⊠if we were somewhere else, in another life,â he begins, his voice soft but marked by an indecipherable depth, âI think I would have wanted to take you away from here.â He lets out a soft sigh, as if this impossible wish came from another reality.
He takes a short breath, then, with an almost imperceptible gesture, he hands you the rose he has placed next to him. âHappy Valentineâs Day,â he says, almost in a low voice, as if there is more to those words than what they seem to be. You smile at him tenderly and lean towards him, then kiss him.
âHappy Valentineâs Day too, Geto.â
Toji F.
If you bet on the fact that Toji Fushiguro would have forgotten that itâs Valentineâs Day. And honestly, it wouldnât even be a surprise. This guy is the type to disappear for days, come back like a shadow without warning even though heâs your boyfriend. Then drag you to your bed with a smirk and leave like nothing happened but you still love him like an idiot.
So a commercial holiday? Spending money? Might as well forget it. Thatâs why, when he hands you a small paper bag, you blink in surprise.
âHere.â
ââŠWhat?â
He sighs, already looking annoyed. âTch. Just take it.â You grab the package warily and look inside. A frown. ââŠToji. Itâs instant noodles.â
âAnd?â He smiles like thereâs no problem and raises an eyebrow at your surprised expression. âYouâre offering me⊠noodles?â
âYou like them, right?â He raises an eyebrow, as if itâs obvious. You stand there, between incomprehension and amusement, before bursting out laughing. âAre you serious, Toji?â
âListen, would you have preferred that I blow my money on useless crap? A heart-shaped necklace, maybe?â He snickers, crossing his arms. âI know you. I know you always forget to buy more when you run out. So yeah, itâs a gift. Take it and shut up.â
You shake your head, still laughing, and grab the collar of his jacket to pull him towards you. âYou really are an idiot, Toji.â
âAnd youâre still here, stupid lover,â he replies, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, a smile playing on the corner of his lips. Ultimately, it suits you. Because Toji, even with his questionable ways, thinks of you in his own way. And deep down, thatâs all that matters.
Sukuna R.
Valentineâs Day, you didnât expect it. As Sukunaâs wife, you were used to displays of power rather than tender gestures. But on this day, something seemed different. As you prepared yourself in your chambers, you felt a familial presence slip into the room without making a sound.
Sukuna, in all his majesty, looked at you with a different glow than usual. âHappy Valentineâs Day, my queen,â he said in a deep voice, his imposing royal posture even more respectful, but there was an unusual softness in his words.
He approached you, an almost imperceptible kiss on his lips, and in his hands, a shiny object: a necklace adorned with precious stones the color of his rare eyes and a secret inscription.
The gesture surprised you, more than you would have imagined. The king of curses offering a gift, and yet, the intention behind it was clear. This necklace wasnât just a gift; it was a token of his possession, but in a subtle way. He holds it out in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror of your dressing table, as if to make sure you like this necklace.
âThis necklace is a sign,â he murmured as he brushed his fingers over your neck, gently sliding the jewel around you. âA sign that you are mine. No one else can ever claim you.â Okay baby?"
A shadow of a smile appeared on his face, but he didn't seem to want to let go of his gaze, as if he was trying to make sure that you understood the depth of his words. Then he closed the clasp of the necklace.
His hands slowly slid into your hair, your eyes meeting his. He was still this ruthless king, but today, there was something more tender, a form of sincere love that seemed rare to you.
"Thank you so much Suku, it's so beautiful.. Happy Valentine's Day, my love," you said, you smiled at him tenderly. He then leaned down, his lips gently brushing your ear, the contact light but loaded with that imposing presence that characterized him.
While being possessive, he wasn't trying to smother you, but to remind you that, for him, you were everything to him. He's just crazy in love.
Choso K.
You see the surprise in Chosoâs eyes as you hand him the carefully prepared box of chocolates. He seems both surprised and a little hesitant. âIs this⊠for me?â He looks at you, as if the very idea of ââreceiving something is a novelty.
You nod, a shy smile on your lips. âYeah, for you. Itâs⊠itâs for Valentineâs Day.â You feel a little nervous, but he makes you feel like it matters, that your gesture didnât go unnoticed.
He takes a heart-shaped chocolate and brings it to his lips, his eyes closed for a moment, savoring the sweetness of the chocolate. Then, after a few seconds, he looks at you with a soft smile, almost a little embarrassed.
âItâs sweet⊠like you,â he says, and his cheeks blush slightly.
You laugh softly, feeling your cheeks blush. âItâs just chocolate, Choso.â But you can see in his eyes that itâs not that easy for him. Itâs maybe the first time heâs received something like this, such a sincere, simple gesture, but so precious to him.
Then, in a shy burst, he leans towards you and places a kiss on your cheek, his warmth melting you. âThank you,â he murmurs, almost in a breath. âReally.â
You look at him, a smile that doesnât leave your lips. âHappy Valentineâs Day, Choso. Iâm glad to have you as a boyfriend.â He stays there for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, before answering with a sincerity that touches you deeply:
âMe too. Really.â His hands gently rest on your shoulders, as if to pull you a little closer to him. âIâve never had a gift. Itâs- itâs a little strange, but it makes me⊠feel good.â
You feel yourself melting under his words, his honesty and his sweetness. Itâs everything heâs ever wanted, but never had the chance to experience. And youâre here to give him what heâs always deserved.
âYou donât have to say that, you know,â you whisper, gently caressing his hand. âIâm doing it because you deserve it, Choso.â He leans down again, this time to kiss you softly on the lips, a kiss thatâs tender and full of promise. âThanks for the chocolates, and happy Valentineâs Day, baby.â
Megumi F.
Megumi has never been one to celebrate Valentine's Day. He finds it commercial, cliché... But when he sees the small box of chocolates that you hand him, your cheeks a little red, he can't help but feel touched. He takes the box with a slight sigh, but his gaze betrays his emotion.
"You didn't have to..." he murmurs, avoiding your gaze. However, he opens the box and takes a chocolate, the sweet taste contrasting with the heat that begins to rise to his cheeks.
"It's just chocolate, Megumi. Don't be so red." you answer, laughing softly. He just looks away and doesn't answer.
Then he looks at you for a moment before looking away, and after a moment of hesitation, he slips his hand into his coat pocket and hands you a small package. "Here... it's not much, but... Happy Valentine's Day."
When you open it, you discover a lucky charm in the shape of your pet almost with small accessories. You look up at him, surprised. "You say it's commercial, but did you still think to buy me something?"
Megumi crosses his arms, looking away. "Shut up," he whispers, red rising to his ears.
You can't help but smile at the obvious embarrassment on his face. Megumi, who spends his time playing indifferent, is blushing because of a simple gift exchange.
You turn the lucky charm between your fingers, admiring the details. He really took the time to choose something that would please you. Your heart squeezes gently at this thought.
"I like it a lot," you say as you attach the lucky charm to your bag. "Thank you, Megumi." A slight smile appears on his lips.
Yuji I.
Yuji, with his joyful and boundless energy, is determined to make this Valentineâs Day unforgettable, even if heâs not exactly an expert in traditions. From the moment you wake up, he surprises you with a carefully planned day:
A marathon of romantic moviesâthough you can tell heâs struggling not to laugh or roll his eyes at the overly cheesy scenes. A baking session where the two of you attempt to make homemade chocolates.
And finally, an evening stroll under the city lights, where Yuji impulsively insists on buying you a giant stuffed animal, just because he thinks it would make you smile.
As the day winds down, the sun dipping below the horizon, you both collapse onto a park bench, exhausted but happy. Laughter still bubbles between you as you recall the absolute disaster that was your chocolate-making attempt.
Yuji turns to you, his warm, sincere smile making your heart skip a beat, his eyes shining with an affection that needs no words.
âYou know, Iâm really glad I got to spend today with you,â he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. âI was kinda worried Iâd mess up Valentineâs Day, but honestly⊠this was amazing.â
Then, with an adorable hesitation, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, neatly wrapped package. âI made this myself, you know. Itâs for you.â His voice is both proud and a little nervous, as if heâs not sure how youâll react.
Curious, you carefully unwrap it, revealing a handmade bracelet, simple, yet crafted with care. You run your fingers over it, touched by the effort he put into it, a warm smile spreading across your lips. âItâs perfect, Yuji, really. And for your first Valentineâs Day⊠I have to say, you did an amazing job.â
His laughter rings out before he suddenly pulls you into a tight embrace, his warmth enveloping you completely. âHappy Valentineâs Day, Y/N!â
You laugh softly, resting your head against his shoulder. âHappy Valentineâs Day, Yuji.â And in that moment, frozen in time, you know this day will stay with you forever.
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Happy Valentineâs Day my loves !! I wasnât going to post today but my faves had a comeback and I got some inspiration. Enjoy !
Though the skies were dark and the only things illuminating were city buildings, the night was still somewhat young.
You and your husband had just gotten home from your annual Valentineâs day dinner. Jungkook always does his best to take you to a new restaurant every year so as to enjoy the night like itâs your first date.
Truly, it was always a magical night. You remember your very first one back when you were still only dating in college.
Jungkook was nervous to ask you to spend the day with him given that you two had only been dating for about two weeks. But Valentineâs Day was for couples and you were dating, right?
Given that you two, at the time, were broke college students who spent most of their money on essentials and food, there was little money to splurge on the day.
Jungkook did his best though. He got some of his friends to set up a table and fairy lights on a private area on campus. Even got your cousin to help out and pretend to be the waitress at a fancy restaurant.
He spent most of his money on the decorations and the food and only failed to realize he had little to no money for your gift just 2 hours before the date.
He scrambled around his dorm trying to find any change, literally anything. Namjoon walked in on Jungkook flipping his mattress over and getting excited to see a coin.
ââŠyou okay?â Namjoon slowly closed the door and startled Jungkook for a moment before he replied.
âHyung Iâm screwed. I spent almost all my money on the lights, flowers, and food that I completely forgot to buy Y/N a gift,â Jungkook placed his mattress gently back onto the bed frame and threw himself on it.
âWoah. Howâd you forget something that important,â the older chuckled and threw his backpack on the floor without a care in the world.
âScrewing up our first Valentineâs Day together isnât what I was going for,â Jungkook huffs and Namjoon feels for him.
If he had a girlfriend and didnât get her anything heâd probably stress too.
âWhat if you make her something?â
âJoon Iâm shit at crafts. Remember when I had to make that 3D exoplanet system for Dr.Yoonâs class. It was basically falling apart as I walked to class with it,â Jungkook recalls placing his model next to your perfectly built one and you telling him it looked great.
He knew you were trying to make him feel better. It only made him like you more.
âSo go for something simple,â
âLike?â Jungkook asks for suggestions and an idea immediately pops into Namjoonâs head.
âDo you recall back in high school when Mr.Jung would make us start our mornings writing letters to our past and future selves?â Jungkook wasnât sure where Namjoon was going with this but he still nodded.
âWrite her a love letter,â
ThatâsâŠnot a terrible idea. Itâs better than nothing.
Jungkook quickly scrambles from his bed, grabbing his school backpack and taking out a piece of paper and pens.
After about an entire hour of just writing and rewriting his feelings for you, he was done. He felt accomplished and a little shy. What if he was too vulnerable and you thought it was weird? What if you thought a letter was a cheap gift? What if you thought he got lazy??
The time was 7:45 and Jungkook didnât have much time to overthink it. He folded the letter before putting it in an envelope and sealing it with clear tape.
He got dressed and received a text from his friends telling him that everything was set up and ready to go. All Jungkook had to do was pick you up from your dorm and walk to the designated spot.
With one last look in the mirror and a thumbs up from Namjoon, Jungkook grabs the letter on the desk and places it in his pocket for safe keeping.
He walked across campus to your dorm and felt like he fell in love with you all over again. You were wearing light makeup and something simple but to Jungkook, you looked so gorgeous. Jungkook was sure no other human being in the world held a candle to your beauty.
You exchanged a hug and a kiss on the cheek before walking with Jungkook as he lead you both to your little date.
You remembered how you felt seeing the scene for the first time. It was, again, simple but it was so sweet. You almost felt like tearing up.
The night was filled with tons of laughter and hand holding across the table as your cousin served entrees and main courses from the Italian restaurant off campus that you mentioned to Jungkook you loved.
Finally the night was coming to an end and now it was just the two of you. You watched Jungkook squirm around his seat for a moment before placing your hand on top of his to watch him visibly relax.
âEverything okay?â
âUhâŠI have to confess something,â you hear Jungkookâs voice lower in volume but allow him to continue, âI didnât get you a present-I know! Iâm sorry itâs just that I spent so much time thinking about this date that it slipped my mind. But I made you something,â Jungkook grabbed the envelope from his pocket and placed it directly in the middle of the table.
He watched you stare at the paper for a moment and thought he fucked up. You didnât move to grab it.
You hated it. You probably think he doesnât even like y-
âJungkook,â your voice just above a whisper takes him out of his insecure trance.
âYouâre not going to believe this,â you reach inside your shirt and visibly into your bra before slipping out a paper of your own. Jungkook tries to ignore his flushed state as he watches you place yours on top of his.
âI wrote you a love letter,â
Soulmates. Jungkook was going to marry you. This was no coincidence. This was fate.
That night, you and Jungkook quietly read your letters in front of each other and shared your first kiss as a couple. You still remember how hard you two were smiling and simply couldnât stop. The night was finished with love affirmations and lots of physical touches.
Similar to tonight.
You closed the curtains to you and Jungkookâs shared penthouse and watched the view of the city slowly disappear behind the cloth.
âWhat time is it?â You hear Jungkook walk behind you and wrap his arms around your waist.
â11:40?â You assume. It was rather late when you left the restaurant so you wouldnât be too far off. Jungkook hums in acknowledgment and rests his chin on your shoulder, slowly closing his eyes.
He was a bit tired from tonight and you rocked him and yourself in a gentle rhythm.
âThat waiter definitely had a crush on you,â Jungkook mumbled and you laughed.
âJungkook I thought we said weâd stop talking about that kid,â you giggle as you reply thinking back to the young waiter that wouldnât stop prioritizing you over your husbandâs requests. At one point he served you wine and completely forgot about Jungkookâs glass.
âI donât blame him though. You looked beautiful tonight,â Jungkook kissed your exposed shoulder and lets go before walking away.
âI have one more present for you honey,â Jungkook says picking through his blazer that he took off earlier.
âJungkook. The necklace was enough,â you say touching the expensive piece of jewelry hanging around your neck.
âThis might be worth more,â Jungkook finally finds it and slips it out.
Itâs an envelope decorated with hand drawn hearts around and you know what it is. A tradition youâve carried for the last 7 years. Love letters every Valentineâs Day.
He holds out the item for you to take and a smile and blush reach your face. Like second nature you reach into your bra and grab the neatly folded paper.
And like clockwork, your husband flushes up like he does every year. How cute.
You exchange letters and he holds your waist to lead you both to the living room. The environment was quiet in a peaceful and comforting manner.
You take a seat and Jungkook dims the lights a little before turning on the fire place. Finally taking the seat next to you.
You smile at each other one more time before opening your individual letters and you begin to read.
To my loving Wife and Soulmate,
Do you understand, that every single time that I see you, it feels like gravity shifts. You, my love, are the center of my universe. Youâve turned such ordinary and dull moments into supernovas of pure bliss and joy. Iâm endlessly grateful for every orbit weâve shared and will continue to share.
Youâre the song thatâs stuck in my head, the breath of air I didnât know I was holding, the warmth in my favorite cup of coffee, and the reason for my happiness. You are my everything.
You are the last person that I think of before falling into sweet sleep where I dream of our life and how much better it gets by the day. Every time I hold your hand, itâs my unspoken promise to never let go. To always stay by your side.
I donât just love you, Iâm rooted in you. And I swear to choose you across every lifetime, every star, and every moment.
My sweet Y/N, I love you.
Yours, forever and always, Jeon Jungkook.
By the time you finish reading the letter youâve already let a tear drop on the paper. Jungkook shares the same expression as he turns to face you with glossy eyes and nothing but love for you.
He grabs a hold of you and places you directly on his lap.
âAre you aware of how in love with you I am?â his question is rhetorical but you still answer it.
âI have a good idea,â you smile at your husband and lean in for a gentle and innocent kiss. Your hand placed on his shoulder. Itâs adorned with your wedding ring. A memory of the happiest day of your life.
The day you became Jeon Y/N.
You recall how much your friends, who had already been married for a while, had told you that the love would fade and eventually itâs like living with a roommate.
You like to think they just didnât marry their soulmate. Because every moment you spent with Jungkook, you spent it feeling alive and happy to be in the moment.
And you couldnât wait to tell him the last good news of the night.
There will be a third addition to the Jeon family in nine months. Something you and Jungkook had been talking about for so long. Something you knew he was hoping for.
So when the clock hits 11:58, Jungkook is in tears, holding you with so much security.
He truly knows he won the lottery with you.
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