#this made me so happy when i checked today

[mejaemin]

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valentine boy

˚ʚ jeong jaehyun ɞ˚

final day of my valentine’s day countdown!

wc ♡ 1.9k

summary ♡ it may be jaehyun’s birthday, but he still likes to celebrate you, and does so in the form of four love letters.

warnings ♡ suggestive, fluff, SO MUCH LOVE IT’S DISGUSTING, jae is SUCH a sap and SUCH a romantic in this, my heart hurts

lia's note ♡ happy birthday to my love, my light. i miss jaehyun so much, and he’s really so special to me. i couldn’t help but pour my heart into this, and i wouldn’t have it any other way

playlist 🎧 completely - jaehyun, best part - daniel caesar ft. h.e.r. , give you the world - steve lacy, sunny days - wave to earth

congrats to those who guessed jaehyun for day nine! @cigsaftersuh and @jae10velies are two very smart cookies 🌹🫶🏽

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when you roll over in bed, first thing in the morning, you reach your hand out for your boyfriend, only to be met with nothing. popping one eye open, the bed is empty, the bed made on his side. sighing, you sit up, waking yourself up to go find him, when you finally notice the envelope laying on his pillow.

letter one ♡˚₊‧⁺˖

‘good morning my sweet thing ♡ happy valentine’s day.. if i’m not back by the time you wake up and open this, i went to visit my parents for a little. we’ve got a long day ahead of us, but mom wanted to see me for a little since, her words, “your birthday comes first, yuno! come visit your mom before you spend the day with your girlfriend.” i would’ve brought you, but you looked so pretty and peaceful while sleeping, and it would’ve ruined my plan, so i left you home. on that note, i know you told me not to do anything for you today, but i can’t help it :( spoiling you is my favorite, and it’s how i want to spend mine our day, okay? now, once you’re ready to get up, there’s something waiting for you in the bathroom…’

the ending of the letter is quite ominous, but it leaves a smile on your face nonetheless. you tell him every year to let you do all the gift giving, fully ready to discard valentine’s day and put his day first, especially when the former was made as a way for companies to gain money. still, he insists on celebrating you at the same time.

getting up out of bed, you make your way to the bathroom to get ready. as soon as you walk in, there’s another envelope taped to the sink mirror. pulling it out of the way, you set it aside to get yourself ready. the whole time you’re washing your face, brushing your teeth, you have to stop yourself from smiling at the idea of what’s to come later on in the day. jaehyun’s always been a loverboy, to an almost poetic extent, and upon looking at the letter sitting next to you, you’re sure there’s more to come, and you can’t wait to read all the loving words he’ll say to you. once done, you take the letter and sit back down on the bed to read it.

letter two ♡˚₊‧⁺˖

‘now that you’re opening this letter, i’ll assume you’ve woken up then? good, because i’ll be back in the afternoon to start our day. i wish i could be there to get ready with you, watch you open your first gift, but since i can’t, why don’t you check the closet? i’ve picked something out for you that i know will look perfect on you. i can’t wait to see it on you, and confirm my prediction. i can envision it now, you’d look so beautiful in that dress, it’ll compliment you perfectly.. okay, i have to stop now, or i’ll have a problem. anyway, enjoy your outfit my love ♡‘

with a smile you go over to your shared closed excitedly, pulling the door open and flicking the light on to reveal a beautiful dress in your favorite color right at the front of your clothing rack. pulling it off the hanger you immediately get dressed in it, stepping back to look at it on in the mirror. it’s fits perfectly, complimenting your body shape in all the best ways. when you look back in the closet for shoes to pair with it, there’s another envelope on the floor that you must’ve missed.

letter three ♡˚₊‧⁺˖

‘you’re getting dressed now, aren’t you? i hope you like the outfit. if not, don’t worry, we can get something else when we go out, okay? don’t stress. now, i’ll be wrapping up with mom pretty soon, so why don’t you finish your routine, okay? do yourself up however you like, in whatever way makes you feel prettiest. i’ll love it regardless. when you’re done, there’s something out in the kitchen, okay? i love you so much, baby. enjoy.’

with a soft giggle, you sit down at your vanity and start putting yourself together. even in the letter, jaehyun always reminds you of how much he loves you, in every form that you can take. he always uses the gentlest and most loving language he can, holding your heart with the most care. his love is so strong that when you fix your hair and do your makeup, you don’t feel a need to try too hard, doing the bare minimum, and thanks to him, you feel good about yourself just like that.

with the final touches of your appearance done, you grab your phone off the charger and check it for the first time today before you do anything. without fail, jaehyun’s texted you a string of good morning messages and words of love. you of course send some in return, thanking him for the letters and lightly teasing him for being a sap. you share a laugh before you shut the device off, making your way to the kitchen where your jaw drops.

there’s an entire display on the kitchen counter, rose petals scattered over the granite with a full bouquet in the middle, a bundle of prada gift bags sitting next to it. there’s a teddy bear as well, and one final letter with a card propped open next to it, reading ‘will you be my valentine?’ with the most perfect penmanship. you snap a photo, sending it to him with your reply, an obvious yes, before opening the last letter.

letter four ♡˚₊‧⁺˖

‘again, happy valentine’s day my love! i hope you enjoy all the gifts i put out for you. i know what you’re thinking, by the way. you’re mad that i’m spending money on you when it’s my birthday, aren’t you? if i were to tell you i’m sorry, i’d be lying, and that’s just not something i can ever see myself doing to you. more than anything, today is a day of love, and i’d rather celebrate us than make it all about me. my birthday wish is to keep you by my side and love you forever, every inch of you, and it just so happens that the day of love is at the same time. now, may i tell you why i love you so deeply?

we’ve known each other forever, and i’ve seen you grow into a beautiful, beautiful woman, with a wonderful personality that can warm an entire room. your laugh is more beautiful than any song i’ll hear in my life, and your smile is so bright, blinding in a way that makes me never want to look away. i’d let my eyes burn to nothing if it means i can continue to see it. i love the way you carry yourself as well, so thoughtful and considerate to everyone around you. you have so much love and kindness in your heart, and i’m so lucky to be a recipient of it. i’ve learnt so much from you as well, and i’m so grateful for the person you’ve helped shape me into. you’re truly everything i’ve ever wanted and more. i’ll cherish every piece of you that you give me with my whole being, and i promise to never let it go. my love for you is unconditional, and i’ll trace every ridge, scar, or imperfection in your body with nothing but adoration because it’s all perfect in my eyes.

i’ll save the rest of my sentiments for when i can say it out loud, okay? save you some reading. for now, remember that i love you with everything i have. happy valentine’s day, my love, my sweet, my peach.

-your forever only, jaehyun ♡’

his words are so beautiful, and you have to get a paper towel to hold to the corners of your eyes to stop the tears from messing up your makeup. he’s always so shy about things like this, getting flushed in the cheeks and ears at even the most simple words of affirmation. you know he’s a romantic at heart, but it still blows your mind every time you see him take a pen to help convey how he feels. he always lets his true feelings out when he has pen and paper, and it makes you cry without fail every single time. he really knows how to touch your heart, his words so sweet and loving.

you’re busy unboxing everything, a pair of sunglasses and a new bag in your hands, still letting his love letter sink in. you’re so stuck in your own world that you don’t even notice that jaehyun returned until his arms wrap around your stomach, his chest pressing into your back. his lips press against your temple, then your nape, and your eyes flutter shut as your body leans into his.

“happy valentine’s day.” he speaks softly, spinning you around in your barstool so you’re facing him.

your arms reach around his neck, pulling him closer so you can leave a sweet kiss on his lips. “thank you, baby.” you give him another one, “and happy birthday to you.”

he thanks you, pulling you flush to his body. you stay there, encased in his strong arms for what could be forever, you don’t know nor do you care, because it’s warm, safe, and comfortable. his head rests on top of yours, one hand gliding up and down the side of your body, the other on the back of your head. he’ll kiss your crown a few times, soaking in your scent, before pulling away.

your hands are intertwined, resting in your lap. “now that we’ve celebrated us, can it be your turn now?” you smile up at him, and his face is full of love.

his cheeks turn rosy, and he nods. you’re immediately up and out of your seat, shuffling your way into your bedroom where you pull out a birthday themed gift bag and box, followed by a valentine’s day basket. he opens them, overjoyed to see a photo album with a collective of polaroids from the past year, along with a new vinyl for his collection. the basket has a bunch of candies and small trinkets, along with a stuffed animal of the animal you’ve always said represents you. his smile reaches his ears as he looks through all his gifts, and a billion kisses are left all over your face as a thank you.

even more happiness fills his eyes when you take his cake out of the fridge, lighting the silly cartoon candles and singing to him. when you finish, he’s very thoughtful as he blows the candles out. you share it together, small enough to have in one sitting before putting all your new items away to finally head out for the day. he continues to treat you the entire time you guys are out, buying nearly everything you touch and complimenting you for even the littlest things. he has so much love to give to you, and it’s not even because of the holiday, or his birthday. he conveyed it to you many times throughout his letters, that he’s constantly thankful for you and your presence in his life, regardless of the date or who’s being celebrated more. the love continues to show even when you go back home, wrapping up the day, when there’s yet another display on the bed that wasn’t there before, which he lays you down on and continues to give you all the love he has.

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perm taglist: @chenlezip @coquettejunnie

[cutiecusp]

Galentines, a 141 drabble.

Just a little fluff for us girlies, happy Galentines!

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"What's all this for?" John asks, as you put another handful of pink and red in the trolley, smile beaming as you deposit chocolates, decorations, and snacks.

"Its Galentines!" You smile, eyes shining.

"The girls and i get together, bring a dish, and watch rom coms or something together, with a few games and snacks. It's my chance to show the love for my girlfriends this year."

John smiled, seeing his birdie radiating happiness always put him in a good mood.

"So what do you need?" He asks, his Captain brain mentally checking off things on a list.

"I have decorations, and sweets, i just need something for the girls to drink, and then i can go home and set up."

Nodding, John turns the trolley to the drinks aisle.

"Want those fancy straws and cups we had for your birthday?" He asks over his shoulder, smirking at the heart eyes you give him.

"Perfect." You reply, throwing your arms around his middle.

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"Babe, the girls are over later, can you pass me the baking tray?" You ask Johnny, who was wolfing down his cereal, staring at his phone.

"Johnny!" You say a little louder, startling him.

"What do you need, hen?" He replies, putting his phone down.

"The baking tray, im making those heart pastries for the girls tonight."

He hands you the tray, a furrow in his brow.

"Have i forgotten something?"

You roll your eyes, lately Johnny had been glued to his phone, so probably didn't even hear you talk about your plans.

"Galentines, the party?" You remind him gently.

A look of recognition passes over him, getting out of the chair, he wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck.

"M'sorry lovie. Just had a lot on my mind." He apologises, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Gotta head out early today, need anything for your party?" He asks. You reply with a shake of your head.

With a quick kiss on your cheek, he heads out the door, waving to you from the car.

"Wonder what has him up so early?" You muse.

Little did you know, he's been planning a valentines surprise, and was waiting on the notification on his phone to say it was ready.

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"The red ones or the pink ones?" Kyle asks, holding out both pairs of shoes from your closet, trying not to stare at you in your pretty outfit.

"I think the red?" You mull over, taking them both and trying them on, walking around your flat.

You and Kyle had been friends for a really long time, so when the opportunity arose that you needed a flatmate, he was the perfect person to ask. Little did you know, he had feelings for you that you matched with your own.

"R-red's good babe." he admits, watching the way the heels made your legs look longer, he wonders what they would look like wrapped around his hips.

You smile, fiddling with the buckles on the ankles before standing up to your full height, even in heels you came up to Kyles chin.

"You look pretty, where are you and the girls headed tonight?" He asks, focusing his gaze on yours.

"The cocktail bar in town, then i think Harriet wants to go to the strip club, they have a male show on tonight." you reply, a little blush fluttered over your cheeks. You wonder what it would be like to have Kyle dance for you.

"Ah, strippers, cocktails, heels.. bad combo, will you need picking up?" Kyle smiles, a dimple flashing in his cheek.

"You read my mind, if you don't mind waiting up?" You laugh, your eyes shining with mirth.

"Let me know when you need me, and i'll be there." With a deep look, you realise Kyle meant so much more than just tonight.

You lean in, the night now charged with a thick tension.

"Promise?" you murmur, eyes not leaving his.

"Promise." He answers easily, before taking you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

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"I miss you." You say into the phone, Your face appearing on Ghost's screen.

"I know, love. But I'm home soon." A gruff voice answers.

"Did you get my flowers?"

You smile, panning the phone back to show him the vase and the matching flowers, a mixture of the darkest tulips and lilies he could find.

"I did, and i love them. Thank you." You beam.

"And you are all ready for the girls thing tonight?" He asks, his voice softening as he relaxes in his chair.

"I am, nice to have the girls over, but-" You pause, not wanting to add the the guilt you knew he was feeling already.

"I know, soon." He finishes your sentence for you.

You hear a commotion on his end, and the call drops suddenly, you send him a text to say you will ring him after the girls leave.

You spend the day prepping food, and making sure the house is clean, along to a playlist of all your favourite alternative love songs.

The party is a success, the girls took your mind off Simon for the night, facemasks, a movie marathon and enough snacks to shake a stick at made you appreciate your girlfriends more.

Shortly after midnight, and the last girl had gone, you heard a key in the door, and there he was.. With a massive smile on his face.

"Told ya it would be soon, love." he mumbles into your hair as you pounce on him, pressing kisses all over his face.

"Happy Valentines."

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[s0lar-ch3ri]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO @justyouraverageleafykinnie AND @dogboyratgirl TAKE THE SILLIES

tw theyre fluffy and sweet in this so yeah (also long. also will maybe post to ao3 someday idrk)

title is "together we can figure it out!" a bears in trees lyric

this fic features lint from wonderlust as well as wonderlust ocs of my friends :3 (I AM NOT CAUGHT UP WITH WONDERLUST DO NOT EXPECT TO GET FUTURE EP REFS I DONT MIND SPOILERS IM JUST SAYING)

description: It's Aluntine's day (or their world's Valentine's day), and for strange, almost 100% homosexual reasons, Lint can't do anything but find his way back to Apple.

Lint had faced many Aluntines days inside the bakery with his mom, just making cookies. Couples came in, grabbed sweet little treats for their sweet little treats (that isn't incredible wording, maybe he hangs out by Troy too much), and left. It wasn't a lonely time, not when it made business. As he looks across the tables before opening, things feel different.

"You alright Bumblebee?"

Lint half-buzzes back a response. It's not even opening time, he needs to keep it together. Come on!

"Repeat that?"

He buzzes a bit more, less responding to the question and more mumbling to himself. Nothing else is different, nothing's too special about today, well maybe minus...

He leaves the bakery, off to find his sweet little treat.

Apple is not expecting much today. Yes, this time around, Apple could have gone with Lint somewhere nice, however he knew Lint was busy today at the bakery, so maybe he would bug him after. In the meantime, Apple was working on writing something. The plan was simple: finish this, check on the orchard, maybe visit the bakery and see that bee, all that good stuff.

Just like how he changed his life, Lint had changed his plans. With a jumpscare that made Apple fall out his chair, a special bee came buzzing in. All of Apple's panic faded into something softer seeing the culprit of the noise. He sighs a bit.

"Hello, sugarfly."

"I...I feel strange." Lint stands a bit awkwardly in the doorway. Apple repositions himself so they sit up better.

"Go on."

"I thought today was gonna be a normal day, but it just...doesn't. And I didn't know where to go so..."

"Of course." Apple starts cleaning up his writing supplies. He can finish it later.

"Do you uh- how do you ask this sort of thing..."

Apple bleats curiously.

"Do you want to be my Alumni? I just...I don't know. We can uh, hang out, like always, but, special? Not really? Help me out here..."

Apple giggles. "Of course darling."

He buzzes excitedly and Apple can't help but grin at him. I mean, when it's a nice day outside, pretty and basically shining, who could help themself?

"What were you thinking of?"

Lint sinks a bit into himself. Oh cog, he didn't think of something big. Or, uh, anything. What did Mars say? Deep breaths? He takes a couple, in for 7, hold for 6, release for 5. Surely Apple wouldn't mind. He hates liars anyways.

"I uh...I don't know. I just knew I had to come to you."

"That's okay! We can figure it out together!"

Cog that goat was pretty. No, Lint, focus! You have to give them the best date he's ever seen! Just how…

“Maybe a nice restaurant?”

“They may be all reserved out babydoll…”

“Oh…Does my place sound nice?”

“Always does.”

Did it feel silly to take Apple from their house to bee’s? Yes, but to be fair, there were specific things Lint needed there to make sure this was perfect. Apple deserved nothing less.

Walking in, she hears some commotion from the kitchen, mostly just grumbling and the sounds of the assembly of a gift. Looking past his neutral green walls into the kitchen with its purple walls, he sees Troy, bright red and looking just pissed. He angrily puts a ribbon around a set of orchids colored with mint and blue orchids. Despite his pissed…everything, Troy handles the flowers with much care.

“Something wrong Champion?”

“JAX.”

 “Is he-”

“THAT STUPID PRETTY BOY BASTARD ASKED ME ON A DATE BEFORE I COULD AND I NEED TO BEAT HIM WITH MY SLED. ALSO MAYBE KISS HIM.”

“You go do that love.”

Troy stomps by him, grabbing his face gently and kisses his cheek. Lint giggles, which sounds a bit like a buzz. He buzzes a lot. That wasn’t a bad thing, he hopes. Maybe he should just set up the movie.

“We uh, we’ve gotten a lot of movies. There’s Ratatoing- that’s not a good one, there’s Cloverfield, Jax may have left around his strange ‘Ratnarok’ documentaries or something- what interests you?”

“Uhhhh, all of them?”

“Love Rattually it is.”

As Apple helps with selecting the movie, he sets up the couch with its assortment of pillows and blankets. One is plain and fuzzy, a muted green, another a felt one with sunflowers on it. Lint grabs some pretzels and popcorn in the kitchen, he also prepares 2 cups of coffee, one for himself, and one for his heaven send.

Apple is still by the couch, sitting, waiting for Lint. He holds the letter he had planned to give Lint later that day, going over each carefully plucked and nurtured word. Lint had brought lights to his days that he would have known from no other being or aspect of living, the least he can do is give him something of perfection. Lint deserves nothing less.

He adds a couple details to it and carefully folds it so as to not crease it. He hopes it’s good enough. They finish the set up as footsteps come on by them behind the couch. Lint holds his arms around Apple from above as bee places in his hands a cup of coffee.

“Got you a cup! Made with love.” Lint is buzzing with joy, putting his head on Apple’s shoulder. Apple takes this as the chance to pepper him slightly with kisses, but like any well made dish, too much seasoning- well here it just made him giggle and light-heartedly protest.

“Let me put my cup down first angel!” He smiles and snickers and Apple feels his heart flutter around and he gains another reason to love him.

Lint climbs over into the blankets and snuggles up next to Apple as they play some movies, drinking coffee. At certain parts, Apple turns his gaze back to Lint and sometimes Lint’s looking at him. As eyes meet, the boys giggle as they give each other compliments and flirts and kisses. As their binging goes on, their energy simmers down with the time, fading into simple cuddling on the couch. Cups sit on the table, basically empty, with the TV’s hum as natural to the environment as Lint’s buzzing was to him. He adored this bee beyond words.

He carefully wriggles his letter out from his pocket, using the blue light to guide his reading ability.

‘’Dearest sweetest bee I’ve known, Lint

There are many things I want to tell you. I want to tell you how you are the light of my days and how no sun nor star could outshine you. I want to tell you how your voice is a gracious melody, with each note and buzz writing a harmonious tune I wish to hold forever. I want to tell you how I could count the stars that trail the sky and name all the shades of its majesty and not once could I think of a world where it’d be a more beautiful sight then the warmth of your smile. I want to tell you how you’ve taken my world and sculpted it to a more magical and wondrous one then I could have arrived too. I want to tell you how the ideas of love and friendship were carefully taught to me by the wondrous bee you are. I want to tell you how you’re the sweetest nectar I’ve tried and I’ve never felt once a need to find another.

There are many things I want to tell you. Maybe I can settle with a few words. I love you Lint, you are a shining star, thank you, I love you, thank you.

All the love I can give,

Apple’’

He’s still unsure if all he’s wanted to say is there, if that’s what bee would understand is true. Thoughts swarm Apple’s head, like a wasp hive, aiming for his heart. Before he gets lost in his mind, Apple hears a small faint buzz from a special someone under his head. He seemed to have fallen asleep a bit ago. The small reminder grounds Apple and his heart calms down with him. He’s got someone too close to there to be so worried. He remembers Lint’s words before, what he didn’t exactly say but was always there.

I didn't know where to go so I came to you.

Apple smiles a bit, closing his eyes and falling for the background TV ambience himself. Together they will figure it out.

[sturniolostars]

𝓥𝓐𝓛𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓔𝓢

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

In which: he gets you your favorite treat for Valentine’s Day

TW: fluff, sweet talk, kissing, making out, I don’t know what else

Today was Valentine’s Day. Me and Matt have been together for only a few months but I loved buying people gifts so today I went out to get him a little stuffed bear and some chocolate plus a rose. Sure people may say guys get the flowers but I didn’t fuck with stereotypes.

I check out and bring it all home and organize it in a little basket surrounded by pink and red along with golden glitter and a card.

I can’t wait for Matt to get home.

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When he does get home I rush to him and hug him. “Hey baby!” I say excitedly. “Hey you” he grins smugly. “I got you stuff” I say pulling his hand with me as I bring him to the gift basket I made and hold it up to him.

“I got these for you!” I smile. He smiles back at me not paying attention to the gifts but staring t me in awe and deep admiration. “Thank you” I kissed me and takes the gifts then set it down next to him and takes my hands. “I got you something too”

I look shocked even though I shouldn’t be. “You did?” I question. “Of course I did!” He exclaimed. “It’s Valentine’s Day” he adds on and guides me to a door. “Stay here and close your eyes” he says. I of course listen.

After a few minutes of rustling and a few grunts I hear a soft “open” my eyes flutter open and I see him standing a with a bouquet of flowers. Well kind of. More of a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberry flowers.

“Matt–“ I start but I’m speechless. He smiles. “I know they’re your favorite and you normally don’t get them very often so I made them for you” I say staring at my face. I could burst into tears. “I love them Matt”

He smiles. I do end up crying and hugging him and he eats the chocolate I gave him and I eat the beautiful strawberries he made me as we watch a cheesy rom com movie to get on the couch.

And still now I feel like I’m floating and wondering how I ended up with the perfect, sweetest boy I could ever ask for.

“Happy Valentine’s Day” he whispers.

a/n: happy Valentine’s Day yall! Hope I’m not too late with this one and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

[avianyuh]

Soulmates | Jeon Wonwoo

word count: 367

“I think you’re my soulmate.” He said, our fingers intertwined as we lay side by side on his bed. He had his circle framed glasses on and the light from the bedside lamp reflected off of his lenses. The blinds were drawn up, but all you could see was darkness outside.

Normally, soulmates are viewed as some cheesy concept. Something stupid you’d say when you’re a teenager. But why? Don’t we all want to meet someone that feels so perfect. Almost like that person was specifically made for you? 

I think back to all of the times we’d find ourselves saying the same things. Or he’d recommend a book to me that I had already read. 

The times I’d glance at him and know exactly what was on his mind. 

The way we communicate by squeezing each other’s hands to let the other know if we want to stay out or go home. 

All the times he’s gone for work. Weeks at a time where we don’t see each other. I know he'll come back but always find it hard to fall asleep during those times. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, he still always found the time to send a text to check in, or sneak away to call. He’ll ask if I’m okay and if I’ve been eating enough… And though I act annoyed, I secretly love that he cares. 

In response to his confession, I turn my body onto my side so I'm fully looking at him now. Our hands are still glued together. "Yeah" I smile. "I think you're my soulmate too." Eyes locked on his as I plant my lips on his own. His kisses are always so familiar, yet delicate.

So there I am, in my boyfriend's bed with his lips on mine and I know there will never be another moment in time like this. Another time where I feel as wanted and as safe as I do right now.

But that’s what a soulmate is, your better half. The one person in the entire world who completes you. Who puts your mind at ease. The one you will always find your way back to time and time again. 

{A/N: Happy Valentines babes. Sorry I haven't posted much but just as I anticipated, I've been busy with school. I wanted to write something romantic for V Day and i have no manz at the moment and was a little in my feels about that😓 But I love Wonwoo in his circle lenses so I found a way to mention those lmao. Also I started a Substack (literally signed up today) to write on so I have a place to post my non fanfic content/stories. I'll link that in my bio pretty soon if anyone would like to read anything over there (it's free) Just subscribing to be on the email list would really help me and since I have over 700 followers on here I thought it'd be worth a shot to mention it. But anyways, most likely by the end of the month, I'll have up DK as a boyfriend. If not the end of the month then early March. Okay, as always, I love you and mwahhhhh💋}

[dazedhyu]

Backseat 𓂃 🌹 sjn

:¨ ·.· ¨: paring ー fwb!johnny x fem!reader

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ warnings : slow(ish) burn, fwb to lovers, very little angst, smut, johnny spoils tf out of you, unprotected car sex (WRAP IT UP!), pet names (baby, doll, pretty, etc), grinding, riding / cowgirl, i'm probably missing a few oh well :p

★彡 4.5k wc!

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ authors note >< : valentines day posttt hehe :3 i saw this edit and knew i needed to write something car related w johnny... ENJOY & HAPPY (LATE, im sorry!!😭😭) VALENTINES DAY!! this lowk isnt my fav.. i kept procrastinating posting but theres such a lack of johnny fics on here i need to bless my fellow johfam 💗. Pls trust the next fic that comes out will be very delicious u guys r gonna love it mwuahahaha (๑>◡<๑) this was proofread at like 4am pls ignore spelling mistakes..

Things were always just meant to be casual. Sure, it wasn't too casual to fuck on a regular basis or talk to each other the way you do, but you always felt a little bad for keeping him in the friend zone for so long, knowing how he felt about you. You and Johnny had known each other since high school; you've always been best friends.

And to be completely honest, you couldn't help but be completely whipped by him. He bought you gifts nearly every day, whether it was something small or something thoughtful. You'd catch yourself admiring a necklace at the store, and sure enough, the next morning, it would be sitting at your front door with a cute note attached. He was like that with everything: the things you needed, the things you didn't even know you wanted, and especially the things that made you smile.

He wasn't just good at spoiling you with things. He always knew exactly what to say when you were upset, how to touch you in a way that made you feel safe, how to fuck you so good you were seeing stars. Johnny knew you better than anyone else. He knew your body, your moods, your every little habit. He could read you like an open book.

But the lingering fear that if you ever crossed that line and took things further with him, things would go south and you'd lose him as a friend was what always kept you in check. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, and that fear kept you at arm's length.

But even today— valentines day, a day meant for romance and cheesy gestures, you told yourself things were still supposed to be casual. That’s what you kept telling yourself as stepped out of the shower and got ready for the night ahead.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the flowers he had sent you this morning. The bouquet was massive, the kind that looked like it belonged in a romance movie, wrapped in black satin and tied with a sleek ribbon with a cute card tucked into the petals with a simple message:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Be ready by 9, dress extra pretty for me. -J <3” 

It had made your stomach flip. You hadn’t been prepared for that— not from him. It wasn’t that Johnny wasn’t sweet, but this felt… different. Special. His usual kind gestures and love had turned into something else and you weren't sure if you were ready to handle all of that. But as the day had gone on, you couldn’t help but smile every time you thought about it.

Now, standing in front of the mirror, you add the finishing touches to your hair and makeup. He knows how much you hate fancy restaurants and anything overly formal, so you’ve kept your outfit casual yet still put together. A maroon cropped cardigan draped over a delicate white lace-trim cami, paired with the black skirt you know he loves. Every time you wear it around him, you catch his lingering stares and feel the way his touches last just a second too long, like he can’t help himself.

The clock was ticking, and with each passing second, your nerves grew. You thought you had it all figured out. It was supposed to be casual, after all. But you couldn’t ignore the fluttering in your chest as the minutes passed. It felt like tonight was different.

And before you knew it, you were out the door, the cool night air greeting you as you walked toward his car, your heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of your steps.

The air nipped at your skin as you approached Johnny’s car, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw him standing by the passenger door, leaning against the car with a grin that gave you butterflies. His eyes scanned over you in that way he always did when he looked at you, a look of admiration mixed with something else you couldn't quite describe. 

He straightened up when he saw you, his grin widening as he took a few steps closer. You almost missed the way his hand reached out to take yours; the warmth of his touch was enough to melt any hesitation you might’ve had.

“Hey, angel.” He spoke softly, his thumb gently traced the back of your hand as he held your arm up, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Twirl for me, baby, let me see the full fit.” 

A small laugh bubbled up in your chest, but you couldn’t resist. You spun around once, letting your skirt flare out as you turned. You could hear him take in a sharp breath behind before you faced him again. 

“God, you’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured, his eyes never once leaving you. His voice was low, almost reverent, as if he couldn’t believe you were real. 

The way he said it made your chest tighten, and a small heat spread through your cheeks. It wasn’t just the usual compliment— there was something more behind it, something deeper, but he didn’t press it. He just smiled, that easy, confident smile that made your heart race.

“Let’s get going, yeah?” Johnny added, keeping his voice light but warm.

You nodded, still feeling the buzz from his words. As he opened the door for you, he moved closer, guiding you toward the seat. His hand briefly brushed against your waist as he helped you into the car, soft and slow, nothing rushed, just enough to send a jolt of warmth through your body. 

It didn’t take long for the night to escalate after that. His constant lingering touches and sweet words, laced with a quiet intensity, were slowly driving you mad. It started innocent— his hand brushing against your thigh every now and then as he drove, his soft chuckle as he teased you, asking about your day. But it was clear that each moment with him was a little more than you could handle. This wasn’t at all the usual for you two, even though you’re very used to his ‘dates’ there was always the friendly demeanor behind them. This one was all a complete shift in the energy, it made you nervous, like this was an actual real date and not just two friends hanging out and flirting. 

By the time you made it to a quiet spot by the water, the atmosphere had shifted. The air around you crackled, thick with something unspoken, an electric current that you could feel building between you two with every glance, every word. You weren’t even sure how you’d ended up in this position, but you didn’t care.

One minute you were sitting side by side in the backseat, laughing, the next you were straddling his lap. The shift had been so gradual, so natural that you didn’t question it until you felt his hands begin to roam.

His fingers slid under the fabric of your cardigan, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You instinctively leaned into him, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. You could feel the heat radiating from his chest, the way his breath hitched slightly as his hands slid around your waist.

You continued talking, but your words felt like an afterthought, drowned out by the racing of your heartbeat. Every now and then, Johnny would murmur something that made you blush, his voice low and teasing as he casually slid his hand under your top, his large hands gliding against the skin of your back.

But it was his eyes that truly did it for you. They were still so sweet, full of admiration and affection, but there was something else there now. A flicker of heat, of raw desire, a hunger that made your pulse spike.

“Johnny, you’re looking at me like you want to eat me.” you spoke with a small chuckle, your voice betraying the nervous flutter in your chest. It was a poor attempt to ease the tension and the heat pooling between your thighs, but it was all you could manage as his gaze burned into you.

Johnny tilted his head slightly, the smirk never leaving his lips. His fingers tightened at your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. “Only if you want me to.”

His voice was low, teasing, it was enough to make your breath hitch. His hands slid down to your thighs, his fingers tracing slow circles into your skin before gripping just a little tighter, pulling you in until there was no space left between you.

The subtle pressure of his touch mixed with the feeling of his painfully hard bulge pressing right against your core made heat pool in your stomach, your breath coming out uneven as you bit your lip to keep yourself together.

Johnnys gaze flickered to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and the grin on his face grew just slightly. He was enjoying this, the way you tensed up under his touch, the way your body was reacting to him before you could even find the words to respond.

“You like that, pretty?” His voice was smooth, almost lazy, but the way his hands slowly slid up to your hips sent another rush of warmth through your body. He gently rocked your hips against his, just enough to let you know what he wanted. What he knew you wanted, too.

“You’re being awfully shy tonight,” he murmured, his eyes searching yours. “Am I making you nervous?”

“Johnny…” You barely breathed out, your fingers gripping at his shoulders as a small, helpless whine slipped past your lips when he pushed you further onto his lap.

You didn’t know what was worse, the way your body was betraying you, or the way he was looking at you like he already knew everything you weren’t saying. Like he was waiting for you to catch up to what he already understood. The tension was driving you insane. It wasn’t just the way he touched you, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing he wanted— it was the aftermath. The way he could act like this, make you feel like this, and then leave both of you tangled in that same unspoken confusion the next day. That lingering feeling that always stayed around for days every single time the two of you had sex. 

Longing. Maybe even love.

You wished, more than anything, that you could push past the fear of relationships, of rejection, of getting hurt. But it clung to you, holding you back, even though you knew deep down that Johnny would never hurt you. He cared about you too much. He always made sure you had everything you needed, always put you first in ways you weren’t sure he even realized.

And it made you feel guilty for pretending your feelings weren’t real. For acting like this didn’t mean something. 

The weight of it all pressed down on you, a storm of conflict and confusion swirling in your head. You let out a quiet whine, your frustration spilling over as you looked down at him, torn between everything you wanted to say and everything you were still too scared to admit.

Johnny’s fingers flexed against your hips, and his smirk softened into a small smile. “I know, baby,” he spoke, his voice quieter now. His hands slid up your back, holding you close. “You don’t have to say it. I already know.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could stop yourself, your hands were moving up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt like you needed something to hold onto. Like if you let go, you’d fall apart completely.

Johnny chuckled, the sound warm against your skin. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?.” His fingers traced slow patterns along your waist, his touch patient, steady. “It’s a special day today, and you’re my special girl. You deserve it.”

He didn’t wait for another word. The second your head dipped in a nod, his lips were on yours, slow and deliberate, he wanted you to feel everything neither of you could say out loud. His hands slid up your back, fingertips pressing into your skin just enough to make you shiver.

The kiss deepened in an instant, all hesitation melting away as his tongue intertwined with yours, teasing, coaxing, making your breath hitch. His grip on you tightened, your hips instinctively picking back up their pace rolling against his. 

A small whimper slipped from your lips, and Johnny groaned lowly in response. The friction you felt as he slightly thrusted up pressing further against you sent a sharp wave of pleasure through your body, you gasped, breaking the kiss for just a second before he chased your lips again, capturing them in another heated, desperate kiss.

“You feel so good, baby,” he murmured against your lips, his voice hushed but dripping with hunger. “Always so good for me.”

His mouth traveled, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck, sucking softly at the spot he knew would make you squirm. 

The heat between you was unbearable now, every touch, every movement sending you spiraling deeper into the feeling. You didn’t care about what would happen tomorrow, about the confusion that always lingered after nights like this. All you cared about was him, his touch, his lips, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

His hands moved with purpose, slipping beneath the hem of your top, his palms searing against your skin as he slowly dragged the fabric upward. There was no hesitation as he pulled your clothes over your head, tossing them somewhere beside the two of you. His eyes darkened at the sight of you, his gaze drinking in every inch of exposed skin.

His hands were back on you in an instant, skimming up your sides, thumbs grazing just under the band of your bra as he leaned in, kissing along your collarbone, down the valley of your chest.

The anticipation was unbearable, your breath coming in short, needy gasps before the fabric slipped away. The cool air made you shiver, but Johnny was quick to warm you up, his mouth finding your skin again. Kissing softly before latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around the perky bud, making you moan and pull softly at his hair. 

He hummed, the vibrations against you causing a whimper to leave your lips. He tilted his head back, releasing your breast with a small pop, immediately diving back into your chest to kiss and mark you in places nobody else would see. His hands moved lower, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart, the feeling of his clothed cock flush against where you needed him most was almost too much to handle. 

Johnny groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he rocked you against him with more intent. “You feel that, baby?” he rasped, his fingers digging into your skin. “You want me just as bad as I want you, don’t you?”

The way he said it, the way his voice dripped with need, made you dizzy. Your body answered before your words could, your hips grinding down against him, a desperate moan slipping from your lips.

Johnny’s grip tightened, and he exhaled sharply, his restraint hanging by a thread. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Sit up, pretty girl.” 

Without hesitation, you lifted your hips from his, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as he worked fast to undo his belt and free his aching cock. You watched as it sprung out, a drop of pre-cum already leaking at the tip. 

Johnny worked quickly, sliding your skirt and panties down your legs with practiced ease. Before you could even process the loss of fabric, he was pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, dragging it along your slit in slow, deliberate strokes that had your breath hitching.

A frustrated whimper slipped past your lips, your hips instinctively trying to push down onto him, but his grip on your waist was firm, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

His hold on your waist tightened as he continued to tease you, the head of his cock dragging along your slick folds, never quite pushing in. You let out a shaky breath, hands gripping at his shoulders, desperate for more. 

“Johnny, please..” you tried, your voice soft.

He hummed, tilting his head slightly, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him. “Please what, baby? At least ask properly.”

Your body trembled as he rolled his hips just enough to nudge against your entrance, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. 

You swallowed hard, your pride slipping further with every second of his agonizing teasing. “Please,” you whined, voice breathless and needy. “need you so bad, please fuck me...”

His smirk faltered for just a moment, his restraint nearly snapping at the way you begged for him. Without another word, he finally pushed into you, stretching you open inch by inch. A small gasp left your lips. 

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt as you tried to steady yourself against the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.

Johnny groaned low in his throat, his grip on your waist tightening as he forced himself to move at a steady pace, savoring the way your body welcomed him so perfectly. “Fuck, yn,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Always so tight for me.”

Your head tipped back once again, a broken moan slipping past your lips as he bottomed out, his head kissing at your cervix with just the slightest shift of his hips. He gave you a second to adjust, his thumbs stroking slow, soothing circles against your hips, but the way your walls clenched around him made his patience waver.

“You okay, angel?” he asked, his voice softer now, despite the way his restraint was hanging by a thread. 

You nodded quickly, your body already desperate for more. “Mhm, feels so good..”

That was all he needed. With a deep, satisfied hum, he pulled out just enough to thrust back in, slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him. His hands guided your movements as you rocked against him, your moans spilling into the air between you.

“Just like that, baby,” he praised, his lips grazing your jaw before trailing down to your neck. “Taking me so well.” 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp as you let out a breathy moan, overwhelmed by the way he moved— how every roll of his hips sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. He tilted his head up to watch you, eyes dark, completely filled with a mix of love and lust. 

“You feel so good,” he whispered against your skin. His lips trailing lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, lingering at your collarbone before nipping lightly, just enough to make you shiver.

A soft whimper slipped past your lips as he slightly picked up his pace. He caught your sound with a kiss, deep and unhurried, like he wanted to drown in the taste of you. His tongue traced along your bottom lip before he pulled away just enough to whisper, “You like that? Want more?”

You could only nod, barely able to form words with the way he was unraveling you so effortlessly. The intensity of his gaze never wavered, watching every little reaction, every shiver, every breathy sound that slipped from your lips.

“Use your words, doll, want to hear you.” 

A shaky inhale filled your lungs before you managed to whisper, “Yes… more, please.”

His lips curled into a soft smirk, but there was no teasing in his eyes only devotion, only the overwhelming need to give you exactly what you asked for. His movements deepened, his hips snapping into yours with a bit more urgency, dragging out every sensation. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he buried his face in your neck, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding you to match his rhythm.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your body trembling in his arms as your moans grew louder. He was losing himself in you, in the way you felt, the way you sounded— so sweet, so desperate for him.

“Johnny—” His name spilled from your lips like a plea, your fingers gripping onto him like you’d fall apart if you let go.

His hands roamed your body, both hands resting just under your breasts, his thumbs rubbing small circles at your nipples. He kissed you again, much deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours with a tenderness that had your heart pounding against your ribs. It wasn’t just desire; it was more than that. It was the way he held you like you were something precious, something he never wanted to let go of.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, his voice strained, almost like he was trying to hold back but couldn’t anymore. “You feel so damn good… can’t help it, baby.”

His grip on you tightened as he thrust into you with more intensity, repeatedly hitting that spot that made your toes curl, but his touch remained gentle, his hands smoothing over your skin, grounding you, making sure you were with him through every moment. The sound of your moans only spurred him on, his breath coming out in ragged exhales as he broke the kiss to bury his face against your neck.

“Taking me so well, angel,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your jaw between each word. “So perfect— so beautiful —just for me.”

Your fingers still tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as another whimper escaped you, and he nearly lost it right then. His hips snapped forward with more force, his control slipping further with every sound you made.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, filled with adoration and something raw, something unrestrained. “Need you to know how good you are to me… how much I love you.” 

You couldn’t even form words in response, your head spinning with the overwhelming sensation of him pounding into you. You clung to him, feeling each thrust of his hips, the way he drove deeper, harder, pushing you toward something higher. Your breath caught in your throat. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. His words hung in the air, but your body was too lost in the bliss he was giving you to process them fully.

You couldn’t focus on anything except the way his hips crashed into yours, the delicious pressure building inside of you, the tenderness in the way his hands touched you, each movement making you feel like you were in pure bliss.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his pace faltering as he grew closer, but still, he stayed gentle with you, his hands caressing your skin, as if he never wanted to let go. 

Your body gave in to the intensity of it all, a rush of heat flooding you as you reached your orgasm. His name left your lips in a breathless string of pleas and moans, but still, he whispered praises against your skin, each word a caress, as if he were reminding you of how much you meant to him. Soon both of you reached your limits, his thrusts nearly stopping and cock twitching as he came. The feeling of his warmth seeping into you mixed with your own arousal soaking his length was enough to make your legs twitch and breath hitch once again.

As the intensity began to fade, the air between you was thick with lingering heat, you both slowed, your breaths coming in shaky, uneven gasps. His forehead rested gently against yours, as he soothingly rubbed your sides. 

He kissed you slowly, deeply, savoring the aftermath, his lips soft against yours as he pulled you closer, like he was trying to keep you attached to him.

But as the world around you slowly started to come back into focus, his words played on a loop in your mind, each one like a soft echo against your chest. As much as you tried to convince yourself it was just the heat of the moment, you couldn’t deny it. You knew he meant it.

And deep down, you realized that you really felt the same way. The realization hit you like a wave, slow and steady but impossible to ignore. For the first time, you were tired of parading around the topic of love when it came to him. It wasn’t just the sex, the intimacy, or the wild rush of everything that had just happened, it was the way he made you feel, the overwhelming warmth in your chest that never went away when he was around.

All you knew for sure, as your heart beat in time with his, was that you weren’t going to shy away from him anymore. You weren’t going to play games, or pretend like there was some distance between you. You wanted him. Not just in the way your body craved him, but in the way your heart had always known he was the one you were meant to be with.

You wanted to be his, as badly as he wanted to be yours.

“…I love you too,” you breathed out, your voice full of the same raw honesty that had been in his. The words felt like a weight lifted from your chest, the last piece of the puzzle locking into place.

His breath hitched, and you felt the shift in him— a gentle smile curving his lips as he looked at you, soft with emotion. “Yeah?” His voice was quiet, as if he was still letting the confession settle between you both.

You smiled back, still clinging to him. “Yeah, Johnny, I love you.”

His lips found yours again in a tender kiss, but this time it was slower, more deliberate, like he was savoring the sweetness of your confession. “Good,” he mumbled against your lips, holding you close, like he’d never let you go.

The world outside may have still been waiting, but in that moment, nothing else mattered but the warmth of his arms and the love you had for each other.

Eventually, everything calmed down. He pulled back just slightly, a lazy smile spreading across his face as his thumb traced gentle circles on your skin. “Now,” he spoke up, his voice soft but playful, “let’s get cleaned up and go get some dinner, yeah?”

You chuckled softly, still a little dazed, but the warmth of his words made your heart swell even more. “Yeah, I think that sounds perfect.”

As you both reluctantly untangled from each other’s arms, you shared one last lingering kiss, both of you smiling into it, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you. 

You were his. And he was yours.

Love letter from mae 💌 : ughhshshgsh i need him bad 😭 i rlly do hope u guys like this way more than i do because truly i almost scrapped the whole thing like 7 different times LMFAO

ty for reading!! ♥︎♪ヽ(*´∀｀)ﾉ

[bubbleteasing]

Hello, now that we are in the month of Valentine's Day I was wondering if you could do a one shot of Sans and Reader taking advantage of the fact that they are a couple to receive a discount in restaurants for the day of love

Aight, I wrote a little something... Happy valentine's day everyone!

"I'm starting to believe you asked me out just to get free nice-cream," you teased Sans as he ate his last french fry.

"caught me red handed," he sailed both hands, showing that his palms were very much red with ketchup.

You snorted, handing him a paper napkin before flagging the waiter.

"you know..." Sans pushed his plate to the side, resting his chin on his fist, "i heard the buffet by the mall also has a couples' discount," he cocked his brow bones, giving you a defiant look.

"Sans, we just ate!"

"so? i thought i was dating someone with a stomach," he scoffed.

"You're lucky I'm even eating dessert after that burger- hi!" You turned to Grillby who just arrived to your table.

"can i have the romantic complimentary nice-cream for the lady?" Sans asked pointing at you.

"And for me too, please." You added, making Sans smile.

Grillby just nodded before walking away with your dirty dishes.

"remind me, why did you accept my offer to go out on a date?" He asked curious.

You two had known eachother for a while, but he was surprised when you accepted so easily.

It almost made you look desperate.

"You're smart and a little bit funny," you hummed, pursing your lips, "and I'm single, so-"

"you were single," he reminded you. "as of today, we're technically dating," he interlocked his fingers, trying to sound overbearing.

You knew he was joking though.

"Right," you chuckled. "It'll take a while for me to get used to not being single anymore."

"you've never dated before?" He tilted his head with curiosity.

"Not really," you admitted. "You?"

"nah," he shrugged. "it's hard for me to take relationships seriously..."

"You are a jokester after all." You smiled at him. "But why did you ask me out?" You rested your chin on your interlocked fingers.

"you looked lonely at work," he smiled.

"Did I?" You squinted your eyes.

Did you?

"it was sad to see you eating your sandwich by yourself while everyone talked about spending valentine's day with their espouses-"

"Last time I checked, you also didn't have anyone to spend Valentine's day with," you smiled at him.

"oh, i have plenty of people to grace with my presence," he smiled back at you confidently.

"Like who?"

Before Sans could answer, you noticed Grillby sprinting towards your table.

Why was he walking so fast?

"Saved by the bell," you rolled your eyes.

Grillby placed the tall, wide cup on the table, your smile instantly dropping at the sight.

There was no ice cream inside the cup. Just a melted mountain of cream with some rainbow sprinkles and a cherry half sinked on top of it.

Both you and Grillby stared at the cup for a moment as Sans reached for the glass full of plastic straws, placing two inside of it.

Grillby awkwardly walked away without saying a word, not that there was anything he could do about it since he was the only one serving the food there. If he were to bring another ice cream, the result would be the same.

"shall we?" Sans said as he pointed one of the straws towards you.

The fact that he didn't even care that the nice-cream had turned into a floppy mess was really charming of him.

Besides, it was free. You weren't losing anything by drinking it.

You slowly put the straw between your lips, closing your eyes as you sheepishly sucked from it.

The taste wasn't bad; it was nutty and sweet, but the fact that it was lukewarm made the whole experience feel wrong.

You opened your eyes, instantly focusing on Sans with his elbows resting on the table as he sucked from his straw, his eye sockets closed and his expression careless.

He really seemed to be enjoying his free nice-cream.

You snorted suddenly, accidentally blowing into the straw and squirting ice cream all over Sans' face.

He slow blinked before pulling away and reaching for the napkin dispenser.

"I am so sorry-!!" You slapped your mouth as you reached for the napkins as well, quickly grabbing a napkin and cleaning his forehead and cheekbones.

Sans was quiet, closing his eye sockets as you desperately tried to fix your innocent mistake.

"I promise I didn't do it on purpose!" You gulped, trying to forget his silly face so you wouldn't start laughing again. "I just didn't expect you to look so happy! It caught me off guard!"

Sans kept his eyes closed as you cleaned the last bit of melted ice cream off his chin.

"Are you mad?" You asked worried.

"i'm just surprised," he finally opened his eyes, looking at you with disappointed eyes. "i didn't expect you to nut on my face on our first date. and so quickly too..."

You snorted again before letting out a loud laugh, trying to cover your flushed face with your hands.

"we're not getting to second base until we'll after our second date, young lady..." he crossed his arms and shook his head at you.

You wanted to answer him with a witty comeback, but you just couldn't stop laughing.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Distant Night Ephemeral Part 1

Josie Saltzman x Male Reader x Hope Mikaelson

Request - Hey, could you do a male reader x hope mikaelson x josie saltzman smut where the reader is in a relationship with josie, but he catches feelings for hope as tim goes along and josie catches him with hope. It can be a part 1 and 2 type of story

Hope is in class sitting behind Josie and Lizzie. She is in a complicated situation, she has a crush on Josie and her boyfriend.

“How was the date?” Lizzie asked

“He was so romantic and he bought me a gift. All night, I had a good time” Josie smiled

“Wow, you are smiling even more,” Lizzie said

Hope never excepted to have a crush on two people who are dating. She flirted with Josie before she got a boyfriend. She thought it would go away but it just got stronger. Even they were single, wouldn't be sure who to go out with.

After class, Hope and Josie to their next class together. They start to smile at each other, Josie puts her hair behind her ear.

“You look pretty today,” Hope said

Josie blushed and she was still smiling.

“Thank you. New top?” Josie said

“Yeah, I liked the color,” Hope said

“It looks good on you, I like it,” Josie said

Hope couldn't help to smile and she blushed.

“You want to hang out after class?” Hope asked

“Sure,” Josie smiled

After class, Hope is hanging out with Josie in her dorm room. They are sitting close to each other and Hope couldn't help to stare at Josie’s lips. Hope isn't paying attention to what she is saying, Hope is smitten by Josie’s beauty. But Hope wants to kiss her then Josie and Hope start to stare at each other, they are slowly leaning about to kiss each other but you opened the door, and Hope moved away. She couldn't believe what was going to happen, she felt her heart racing

“Oh, hey Hope” You said

“Hi, Y/N” Hope smiled

“I didn't mean to interrupt but babe remember you were supposed to help me study,” You said

“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot. I was just hanging out with Hope” Josie said

“It’s okay, I will leave now next time we can hang out,” Hope said

Hope gets up and grabbed her stuff, then she saw you give a peck to Josie on the lips. Hope does wish she could kiss you and Josie.

“Bye,” Hope said

You did check her out but you try not to make it obvious. You stare at her breasts then her ass before she left the room. Then you sit next to your girlfriend and she is happy to see you.

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Josie is feeling confused, she has a crush on Hope but she doesn't want to stop dating her boyfriend. But she isn't sure if she should tell her sister about it. There were times when Josie would hang out with Hope and she would want to kiss Hope, but she doesn't want to ruin the friendship. And she would never cheat on her boyfriend, the situation is new to her and she doesn't know what to do.

“Babe what happened to your face?” Josie asked

She went to see you and you have a scar on your face. She put her hand on your face and made you turn your face and you are still bleeding

“I’m healing. I was training my pack because they had been slacking off. As a leader, that is embarrassing, and you know i can't let that happen” You said

You are a werewolf and you are the leader. Josie doesn't like it when you take the training too far.

“I know, Y/N. I just don't like seeing you like this” Josie said

Your scar is going away but you have some blood on your shirt.

“I will try not to get hurt. You okay?” You said

“Yeah, I’m fine. What makes you think something is wrong?” Josie said

“You seemed a bit off. It just seems if you have a lot on your mind but you won't tell me” You said

Josie is curious how he would react telling him, she has a crush on Hope but still wants to be his girlfriend.

“I’m fine, babe. It’s you know finals are coming up and I want to pass” Josie lied

“Oh, I get it. Don’t worry you will pass all the exams because you are smart” You smiled

She noticted your scar is completely gone.

“Thanks,” Josie said

You go to Josie’s dorm room. While talking, you are sitting in her chair then she sits on your lap. She put her arms around you and she starts to kiss you on the lips. You and Josie are smiling and you start to kiss her neck, but the moment got ruined because Lizzie walks in and Josie moves away

“Gross,” Lizzie said

“W-what are you doing here?” You asked

“It's my room. I don't want you and Josie to do it in my room” Lizzie said

You had sex with Josie in her bed one time, she doesn't know and you chipped in to buy new sheets which Lizzie doesn't know.

“I thought you were going out” Josie said

“Change of plans. You can stay Y/N, but just don't kiss my sister in front of me” Lizzie said

Lizzie sits in her bed and she starts to text on her phone. You get up and kissed Josie on the cheek and gently pat her ass.

“See you later, babe,” You said

“Bye,” Josie said

You leave their room and close the door. Josie sits on Lizzie’s bed

“Have you ever liked someone even when you dated Sebastian?” Josie asked

“No, I never felt like that. Why? Does Y/N feel like that?” Lizzie said

“No, no he doesn't feel like that. I heard someone talk about it” Josie said

“I don't know about that, but long as he doesn't cheat on you then its fine to have a crush on someone, I guess,” Lizzie said

Josie changed her mind about telling her sister the truth. Instead, Josie changed the subject and Lizzie went along with it.

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You didn't expect Hope to train with you. She did notice you checking her out but she didn't say anything. She didn't want to make it awkward if you weren't checking her out.

“Thanks for helping me train, Y/N” Hope said

“Sure, no problem. I was surprised you asked me to train you when usually you do it alone” You said

You take Hope to your dorm room. You are feeling nervous to be around her, you like her as more than a friend but you still like Josie. And you don't want to tell your girlfriend because you don't want to argue or make her think you would cheat. But she is happy to spend time with you alone, because you are usually busy.

“I wanted a partner to make more interesting” Hope smiled

“So, why not join my pack?” You asked

You and Hope are sitting next to each other very close. Her hand is on top of your hand and she stares into your eyes, you stare at her lips then her eyes.

“I like being with you,” Hope said

“Me too. Your eyes are beautiful,” You said

You and Hope slowly lean in, before you and Hope can kiss each other Josie walks in. You get off the bed and Hope does the same

“I can explain” You said

“We didn’t kiss, I swear,” Hope said

“You and Y/N wanted to kiss each other?” Josie asked

Before you were going to say something, Hope said something first.

“I actually like you and Y/N, like a lot,” Hope said

You and Josie looked at each other then at Hope

“Really?” You said

“Yes, really. But I don't want to ruin what you two have. I should go,” Hope said

“I like you too, Hope. But Y/N, I still want to be with you” Josie said

“I feel the same way. I didn't say anything because I thought it would cause an argument between us” You said

“I didn't excepted this” Hope said

“Me either,” You said

[g1rlsp1ckins]

𝓥ALTENTINE'S 𝓓AY 𝓦ITH

✶ 𝓙EGULENCE

𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊’𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕵𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖑𝖚𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊—𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈, 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖞.

💌 - I was half-asleep, the sunlight barely creeping through the curtains, when my phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand. I groaned, fumbling for it and pressing it to my ear without checking the caller ID. I didn’t need to; I already knew.

“Good morning, Lupinette!” James’s voice was far too enthusiastic for this early. “Get up, get dressed, and be ready in thirty minutes! I’ve got the perfect plan for today. Don’t ask questions, just trust me. Oh, and tell Regulus not to wear anything too fancy—it’s adventure day!”

I blinked, still groggy, as his words sank in. “James, it’s—” I glanced at the clock and groaned. “It’s eight in the morning.”

“Exactly! There’s no time to waste. Thirty minutes, Florence. I mean it.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at the screen in disbelief. Beside me, Regulus stirred, burying his face deeper into the pillow. His dark hair was a tousled mess, and the soft rise and fall of his shoulders told me he’d heard everything.

“What does he want now?” Regulus mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

“He says we need to be ready in thirty minutes,” I replied, already fighting back a laugh. “And not to wear anything fancy.”

Regulus groaned, dragging the blanket over his head like a petulant child. “If he’s planning another ridiculous stunt, I’m disowning him. I mean it this time.”

“You’ve said that before,” I teased, nudging his shoulder. “And yet, here we are.”

Reluctantly, we got up and dressed. I opted for something casual but warm—a cozy sweater and jeans—while Regulus, ever the minimalist, threw on a black turtleneck and a sleek coat that made him look like he’d stepped out of a fashion magazine.

When we stepped outside, James was waiting for us, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. He held an enormous bouquet of sunflowers in one hand—yellow and dramatic, of course—and a smaller, understated arrangement of white lilies in the other. His grin stretched from ear to ear as he spotted us.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” he declared, thrusting the sunflowers at me before turning to hand the lilies to Regulus.

Regulus accepted them with a raised eyebrow, his expression teetering between amused and unimpressed. “Overcompensating already, are we?”

James shot him a wink. “Only for you, darling.” The wink caused me to laugh as Regulus rolled his eyes, trying to bite back a chuckle.

The day kicked off with James dragging us to an outdoor ice-skating rink. I should’ve guessed he had something like this planned—something chaotic and physical that would force us to laugh even when we didn’t want to. The rink was bustling, with couples holding hands and children zipping by effortlessly.

I quickly learned two things: Regulus was an annoyingly graceful skater, gliding across the ice with the precision of someone who’d done this his whole life, and James was a complete disaster.

“Come on, Potter! Bend your knees!” I called, laughing so hard I had to clutch the railing for support as James flailed wildly, his arms windmilling in a desperate attempt to stay upright.

“I’m trying!” he shouted back, narrowly avoiding a spectacular wipeout that sent a group of kids into a fit of giggles.

Regulus finally took pity on him and skated over, grabbing James’s arm with practiced ease. “You’re hopeless,” he muttered, though there was a faint smirk playing at his lips.

James, of course, grinned like a man who’d just won a prize. “And yet you both love me anyway.”

The morning on the ice rink left me laughing so hard my cheeks ached and my legs a little wobbly from all the skating—or, in James’s case, all the flailing. By the time we finally left the rink, the three of us were pink-cheeked from the cold and craving something warm to ward off the winter chill.

James, ever the ringleader, declared he knew the perfect spot and dragged us along through the snow-dusted streets, his scarf trailing behind him like a banner. Regulus, hands buried deep in his coat pockets, followed more reluctantly, shooting me a knowing look that said he thought James’s “perfect spot” was probably another disaster waiting to happen.

But, for once, James delivered. Tucked into the corner of a cobblestone street was a cozy little coffee shop that smelled like fresh pastries and steaming cocoa. The windows were fogged up from the warmth inside, but we could still see strings of fairy lights twinkling above the small wooden tables.

“This,” James announced as he opened the door with a dramatic flourish, “is the best coffee shop in the city. You’re welcome.”

The shop was warm and inviting, the perfect refuge from the icy wind outside. We settled into a corner booth, James squeezing in beside me while Regulus claimed the seat across from us. The table was already adorned with a little vase of dried flowers, the soft yellow light casting a golden glow over everything.

“What’s everyone having?” James asked, grabbing one of the menus from the table.

“Anything that’ll thaw me out,” I said, rubbing my hands together for warmth.

Regulus arched an eyebrow at James. “I trust your taste in coffee about as much as I trust your skating skills, so I’ll order for myself, thanks.”

James gasped in mock offense, clutching his chest like he’d been mortally wounded. “You wound me, Reg. Truly.”

Regulus didn’t dignify that with a response, and I couldn’t help but laugh at their usual back-and-forth.

Eventually, we placed our orders—a white hot chocolate for me, black coffee for Regulus, and some overly sweet concoction with whipped cream for James that looked more like a dessert than a drink. James also insisted we each pick a pastry, so we ended up with an assortment of croissants, muffins, and cookies piled in the middle of the table.

“This is the real reason I dragged you two here,” James admitted around a mouthful of chocolate croissant. “The pastries. The skating was just to work up an appetite.”

“Shocking,” Regulus muttered, though he was already halfway through a buttery almond croissant.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them—James with his wild hair and chocolate smudged at the corner of his mouth, and Regulus, always the picture of elegance, though even he looked softer in the glow of the little coffee shop.

“Alright,” James said suddenly, leaning back in his seat and fixing us with a mischievous grin. “Next stop on today’s adventure: scavenger hunt. And it’s going to blow your minds.”

Regulus groaned, but there was a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Do I even want to know?”

“Absolutely,” James replied, his grin widening. “Now finish your drinks—we’ve got places to be!”

And just like that, we were back out in the snow, the warmth of the coffee shop lingering in our hands and our laughter hanging in the frosty air. It was the kind of moment I wanted to bottle up and keep forever—just the three of us, carefree and happy, chasing whatever adventure James had in store for us next.

For the afternoon, the second part of his plan had come: a citywide scavenger hunt. He handed us a sheet of clues, practically vibrating with excitement. “Solve these, find the locations, and there’s a prize at the end. Spoiler alert: it’s me.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”

The scavenger hunt was pure chaos, as anything orchestrated by James Potter tended to be. We’d already run through half the city—an adorable bookstore, a hidden café where James insisted on getting us all cookies, and now, a quiet cobblestone alley with ivy creeping up the walls. The next clue had something to do with a shop nearby, but before James could drag us forward again, Regulus grabbed his arm and mine, pulling us back into the shadow of the alleyway.

“Wait,” he said, his voice low but commanding in that effortless way he had.

James and I exchanged a look, both a little confused, as Regulus stepped closer. His gray eyes were sharp but softened with something else—something unspoken yet undeniable.

“Reg, we’re kind of on a time crunch here,” James started, his voice teasing but with that trademark James grin.

But Regulus ignored him, and instead, his gaze flicked to me, then back to James, before finally settling on both of us. “Just stop for a second,” he said, his tone quieter now, more vulnerable. “This whole day’s been chaos—fun, but chaos. And I think…I think we’ve forgotten something.”

James frowned, the grin slipping from his face as he tilted his head. “Forgotten what?”

Regulus didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer to me first, his hand brushing against my cheek, his thumb grazing the curve of my jaw. His touch was light, but the intensity in his expression made my heart race. “You,” he said softly, his eyes locked with mine. “You make me feel like I can actually stop and just…breathe. Like maybe not everything has to be planned or perfect, and that’s okay.”

Before I could respond, he leaned down and kissed me, slow and deliberate, as though he wanted to etch the moment into memory. I melted into him, my hands gripping his coat to steady myself.

When he pulled away, he turned to James, who was watching us with a mix of curiosity and something else—something deeper. Regulus’s hand reached for him, pulling him closer by the front of his jacket. “And you,” he said, his lips quirking into the faintest smirk. “You make everything too much—too loud, too fast, too impossible. And somehow, it’s exactly what I need.”

James let out a surprised laugh, but it faltered as Regulus kissed him next, just as slow, just as deliberate. James’s hand instinctively found Regulus’s waist, gripping tightly as if he didn’t want the moment to end.

And then, Regulus pulled back slightly, glancing between the two of us. “I just wanted to remind you both,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’re my balance. Both of you.”

James, for once, didn’t have a witty remark ready. Instead, he glanced at me, his brown eyes warm and shining, before tugging me into the small space between him and Regulus. “Well, now you’re just making me look bad,” he muttered, though his voice carried no heat.

“You’re always bad at being serious, Potter,” Regulus shot back, though there was no venom in his tone, only the smallest hint of a smirk.

James looped an arm around my shoulders, pulling both me and Regulus closer. “Fine. I’ll just say this, then: I’m the luckiest guy alive to have both of you putting up with me. Even if one of you pretends to hate me most of the time.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but I caught the faintest curve of his lips before he leaned in again, his forehead resting lightly against mine. James leaned in too, his hand threading through mine, grounding us both in that perfect, fleeting moment of intimacy.

For a while, we just stayed there, tucked away in the quiet alley, holding each other like the rest of the world could wait. Because, for now, it could

.As the day turned into evening, Regulus declared that it was his turn to take over. The scent of garlic, rosemary, and something rich and buttery filled Regulus’s flat the moment we stepped inside. He had transformed the dining area into a scene straight out of a romance film. The space was dimly lit, save for the warm glow of candlelight flickering from the small dining table he’d set up near the window. Soft music played from a record player in the corner—something slow and classic, the kind of music Regulus would never admit he liked but always played when he wanted to unwind.

“This is too much,” I said, staring at the setup in awe.

Regulus shrugged, his lips curving into a small, self-satisfied smile. “James does chaos. I do this. It’s balance, remember?”

James let out a low whistle as he shrugged off his coat. “Damn, Reg. Pulling out all the stops, huh?”

Regulus, standing by the stove, putting the final touches on the food he' enlisted Dorcas and Pandora to finish while he was gone, turned just enough to shoot James a look. “You say that like I don’t cook every night.”

“Yes, but you don’t usually make it all romantic,” I teased, slipping behind him to peek at what he was making. A perfectly roasted chicken sat in the pan, golden and crisp, alongside roasted potatoes and vegetables. On the counter, a bottle of wine was already open, breathing, alongside three neatly placed glasses.

Regulus rolled his eyes, but there was a light pink tint to his cheeks as he turned back to the food. “Sit. It’s almost done.”

James, of course, didn’t sit. He leaned against the counter, watching Regulus with that boyish grin he always wore when he was up to something. “You know,” he mused, “this is kinda domestic. Us, having dinner, drinking wine, being disgustingly in love.”

Regulus scoffed. “Don’t ruin it.”

I laughed, setting the table while James continued teasing him. Within minutes, we were all seated, plates full, wine glasses clinking together in a quiet toast.

The conversation flowed as easily as the wine. We talked about everything and nothing—about the chaos of the scavenger hunt, about the disaster that had been James on ice skates, about books Regulus had been reading and the ridiculous prank Sirius had pulled on him last week.

At one point, James launched into some wild story about his childhood, gesturing animatedly with his fork, and Regulus sat back, watching him with that soft, barely-there smile he saved for moments when he thought no one was looking. I caught his eye and nudged his foot under the table, and he just shook his head, exasperated but fond.

By the time dinner was finished, James had somehow ended up with his chair pulled right next to mine, one arm draped around my shoulders, while Regulus leaned against the back of his seat, his fingers idly tracing patterns against my arm.

“This,” James said suddenly, voice quieter now, more thoughtful. “This is nice.”

Regulus hummed in agreement, his fingers pausing for just a second before continuing their soft movements. “Yeah,” he murmured. “It is.”

And it really was. The three of us, full and warm, tucked away in Regulus’s flat, the city lights twinkling outside like stars. There was no grand adventure left, no scavenger hunt clue to chase—just us, tangled together in laughter and warmth and the quiet kind of love that didn’t need to be spoken aloud.

And as I leaned my head against James’s shoulder, reaching for Regulus’s hand beneath the table, I knew—this was all I’d ever want.

The night settled into that peaceful, quiet kind of comfort, and we ended up sprawled on the couch, wrapped in blankets and each other. James was the first to fall asleep, his head resting in my lap, one arm draped lazily over my legs. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, smiling softly as I looked down at him.

l looked over at Regulus, whose hand was loosely holding mine. A thought had been tugging at the back of my mind all day, and now seemed like the perfect moment to act on it.

“I have something for both of you,” I said softly, not wanting to wake James.

Regulus arched a brow, curious. “Another Valentine’s surprise?”

“Something like that,” I replied, reaching down beside the couch to retrieve the small, wrapped parcels I’d hidden in my bag earlier.

Regulus sat up a little straighter, his curiosity clearly piqued, as I handed him his gift. Carefully, I shifted to wake James, running my fingers gently through his hair. “James,” I murmured, “Wake up, love. I’ve got something for you.”

He stirred, groggy but smiling as he sat up and stretched, his hand immediately finding its way to rest on my knee. “A gift? For me? You shouldn’t have,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep but lit up with excitement.

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help smiling at his enthusiasm. “Just open it.”

They both unwrapped their gifts slowly, and I watched their faces as they took in what I’d given them. Each journal was small, bound in soft leather—black for Regulus, a rich brown for James. Inside, I had filled the pages with pictures of us—moments I’d secretly captured over the past year. Some were silly, like James covered in flour from that disastrous baking attempt, or Regulus scowling at James in the middle of an argument, which had, of course, ended in laughter. Others were quieter, softer—a picture of the three of us tangled together on the couch, or one of Regulus gazing out the window, lost in thought.

But it wasn’t just the pictures. I’d written notes on nearly every page—thoughts I’d had, memories I cherished, and things I wanted them to know. I wrote about how James’s laugh could light up a room and how his determination inspired me every day. About how Regulus’s quiet strength made me feel safe and how his rare, soft smiles made my heart ache in the best way. I wrote about the little things they probably didn’t even notice about themselves—how James always tilted his head when he was thinking hard or how Regulus’s hands always found mine when he was feeling overwhelmed.

For James, I’d written about the way he brought chaos and joy into my life, how he reminded me to let go and just live. For Regulus, I wrote about the way he grounded me, how he gave me a sense of calm I’d never known before. And for both of them, I wrote about how much they meant to me, how they’d become my family, my home.

Regulus was silent as he flipped through the pages, his fingers brushing lightly over the photographs. His brows furrowed slightly, and I couldn’t quite tell if he was moved or overwhelmed—or both.

James, on the other hand, was grinning like a fool, though there was a suspicious shine in his eyes as he skimmed through the journal. “You made this?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d expected.

I nodded, suddenly feeling a little shy. “I just wanted you both to have something to remind you of how much you mean to me. Something personal. Something you can look at whenever you need to.”

Regulus finally looked up, his gray eyes soft, unreadable in that way they often were when he was feeling too much to put into words. “It’s…” He hesitated, then gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. “It’s perfect.”

James, never one to be subtle, leaned forward and kissed me, his hands cupping my face. “You’re amazing,” he murmured against my lips. “Absolutely amazing.”

When he pulled back, Regulus surprised me by leaning in as well, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead. “Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with sincerity.

As the three of us sat there, the journals resting in their hands and the weight of the day finally sinking in, I felt an overwhelming sense of love—this fierce, boundless love for the two of them. And as we curled back up together on the couch, I couldn’t help but think that this was what Valentine’s Day was truly about. Not the flowers or the grand gestures, but the quiet moments, the thoughtful ones, and the reminder of just how much we meant to each other.

happy LATE valentine’s day my loves! i hope you enjoyed your days and maybe enjoyed spending my valentine's day with me and my two boyfriends🤭

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made by @g1rlsp1ckins

[zzznnnq]

Wait, I Got Chocolate?

Pairing: Jang Wonyoung x Fem Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Valentine’s Day at our school is basically a chaotic festival disguised as an academic day. There’s an unspoken rule: expect dramatic confessions, classrooms flooded with heart-shaped decorations, and an alarming amount of overpriced chocolate.

The popular kids—aka Minji and Wonyoung—always get buried under an avalanche of gifts. Meanwhile, people like me? I come for the free homeroom attendance check and leave with my dignity intact.

Or at least, that was the plan.

The moment I stepped onto campus, it felt like entering a romantic war zone. Students were running around with pink gift bags, oversized teddy bears, and love letters written in suspiciously glittery ink.

Minji showed up, as usual, looking effortlessly cool with a casual shrug and an arm already full of chocolates. She didn’t even seem fazed.

Wonyoung arrived shortly after, her long hair tied up in a lazy ponytail, looking like she’d walked out of a teen drama. Within five minutes, she was surrounded by admirers, politely accepting chocolates with that signature bright smile.

And then there was me, clutching my plain backpack like it was a shield.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n!” Leeseo chirped, skipping over with a tiny candy heart.

“Oh, thanks,” I said, pretending like that was the only gift I’d be getting today—which, statistically, made sense.

Minji sauntered over, casually tossing a box of chocolates into my hands. “Here. Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

I blinked. “Wait, what?”

“It’s just a pity chocolate. No need to get emotional.”

“Wow. Romantic,” I deadpanned.

She grinned. “I try.”

Wonyoung appeared beside me, her arms full of fancy gift bags. “Pity chocolate? That’s rude.” She dug into her stash, pulled out a heart-shaped lollipop, and shoved it into my hoodie pocket. “Here. From me. No pity involved.”

I stared at her, then at the lollipop, then back at her. “…Did you just tip me like a valet?”

She just winked and walked off.

By lunch, Minji’s desk was drowning in gifts. Wonyoung’s was basically a display shelf for premium chocolates.

Meanwhile, I sat quietly, munching on the pity chocolate like the emotionally stable person I am.

That’s when it happened.

A random first-year nervously approached me, holding a small, neatly wrapped box. “Uh…Y/n-sunbae? I—I made this for you.”

I blinked. “For me?”

She nodded, shoved the box into my hands like it was a bomb, and sprinted away without another word.

I sat there, frozen, staring at the unexpected chocolate like it had personally offended me.

Minji leaned over, raising an eyebrow. “No way. Did you just get confessed to?”

Wonyoung, mid-sip of her juice, choked. “Wait—what?!” She snatched the box from my hands to inspect it. “Who gave you this?”

“Some first-year,” I muttered, still processing.

Wonyoung squinted at the handwriting on the note, as if it contained secret codes. “Is this… a love confession?”

Minji burst out laughing. “Look at you! The mysterious, grumpy heartthrob.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Sure you’re not,” she teased.

Wonyoung kept glancing between me and the box, her expression weirdly unreadable. Finally, she shoved it back into my hands. “Well… good for you.”

Was it just me, or did she sound slightly annoyed?

As we were leaving, Wonyoung slowed her steps until she was walking beside me.

“So… are you gonna text her?” she asked casually, kicking a pebble along the sidewalk.

“Text who?”

“The first-year. The one who gave you chocolate.”

I shrugged. “Probably not. I don’t even know her.”

She went quiet for a second, then mumbled, “Good.”

I glanced at her. “Good?”

“I mean—good because, like, she could be a weirdo or something. You don’t know her!” she blurted, cheeks slightly pink.

I smirked. “Are you jealous?”

She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Pfft. No. Why would I be jealous?”

“Because I’m charming?”

She snorted. “Yeah, okay. Keep dreaming.”

But then she reached into her bag, pulled out another piece of chocolate—fancier this time—and shoved it into my hand without meeting my eyes.

“For the record,” she muttered, “that one’s not pity chocolate.”

And she walked off, leaving me standing there, smiling like an idiot.

Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.

[viridisjam]

Many more birthdays to come.

“Wake up,”

“Wake up, Carlos,”

“Baby, it’s 9:00 in the morning,”

He heard those sweet voices calling him, making him open his eyes and look at two figures who mattered the most to him, sitting on the bed adjacent to him. TK was dressed in a soft navy blue sweater and jeans, and Jonah was in an organic green shirt and black pants.

“I had only two hours of sleep the day before yesterday,” he mumbled, face down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Almost a decade ago, if he had told his past self that he got to sleep-in, in the future, his past self would have called him delusional and also frail. But that’s not the case right now and he is so happy that his life turned out this way. The best way possible.

“But you need to wake up,” he heard his husband taunt him.

“Yes, it’s your birthday,” Jonah added, excitedly.

“Exactly, you people should let me sleep,” he said and secured the comforter firmly against him.

“C’mon, Carlos,” Jonah pulled the comforter.

“You have slept enough,” TK stated when he cracked an open at those hooligans.

“Yes, you’ve slept for,” Jonah paused and counted on his fingers.

“10 hours,” he declared later, triumphantly.

“Actually, it’s eight hours,” His husband amended without really thinking. Now, that stirred him awake from his slumber and made him alert.

“What? You guys celebrated at midnight,” Jonah looked disappointed.

“No, that’s not what he meant,” he said, glaring at his husband. He does not want Jonah to know the reason. No second-grader should know the reason.

“That’s cheating,” Jonah huffed and scowled at his big brother.

They never allowed Jonah to stay awake after 9:00 pm despite the boy refusing to sleep. He is so much like TK, a miniature ball of fire whose energy exceeds everyone in the room.

“We really didn’t,” TK affirmed.

They need to change the topic. He cannot, for the sake of God, explain why stayed up.

“Then why-”

“Hey buddy, there’s some surprise in the living room, I guess,” He asked the boy who mirrored his eyes.

Jonah nodded, enthusiastically, forgetting about the entire façade that was previously going on.

“Why don’t you check it up? We’ll be there shortly,” TK said, smiling at his brother.

“Absolutely,” Jonah proclaimed and ran out of the master room.

“Careful,” They both called in unison.

When he knew that the little ears were away from the room, he turned to his husband who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“What are you speaking in front of our seven-year-old?” he said, his tone accusatory.

“What? You, yourself said we should tell the truth to our child,” his husband replied, a little too amused.

“That does not involve this,” he rolled his eyes and flopped face-first on the bed.

“Well, I knew that would kinda wake you up,” his husband shifted towards him and ran his hand in his dark curls.

“To wake me up you don’t have to give me a minor heart attack,” he looked at the gorgeous face.

TK just laughed at that. Carefree and ecstatic.

"Stop," he said, which must’ve sounded abrupt to TK, judging by the face his husband pulled.

"What?" his husband questioned, a cheeky smile playing on his face.

"Stop being so smug," he turned fully towards him and said it with false exasperation.

"I didn't even say anything," TK voiced, totally cocky.

"It's written all over your face, Mr. Husband," he gestured with his right hand at the magnificent face that bore a naughty smile.

“Is it? Oh, how well you know me, my dear husband,” TK sounded like an 1800s maiden who was in love with the gardener.

“Ugh, today is my birthday and I’m supposed to have a good time,” he aired, looking at the love of his life.

“I did give you a good time,” his husband whispered in his ears, his voice fervent and seducing, bringing back all the memories. He bit his lip trying to hide how affected he was by all the teasing. Five years of marriage and his husband still manages to take him apart and turn him into a stuttering mess.

His husband was the finest person he had ever laid his eyes on, both in kindness and beauty but he was also a troublemaker and someone who was perfectly satisfied by teasing him several times until his cheeks hurt from blushing. So, he removed himself from the bed and folded the comforter, TK watching all the while, not moving an inch. It always left him wondering how him doing the most possible mundane things could affect TK, in the most delicious way, which also had an effect on him when he was the spectator.

After doing that job, he approached his husband, slowly, TK’s eyes nowhere near his face, and hovered above him far enough from their lips touching. TK craned his neck further, closed his eyes, and urged his mouth for a kiss when Carlos stopped him with a finger on his lips, wearing that smirk. He looked so adorable, his mind supplied.

“You need to get out,” he said looking into those lush green eyes.

“What?” TK asked, quite offended.

“I need you to go out, so I can shower,” he replied, leaving his husband hanging and he walked toward the closet.

“We are married,” his husband said, now standing.

“Yeah, I know, babe,” he said, content with the way things were going and skimmed through the cupboard.

“I have seen you naked plenty of times,” TK said, his brow furrowed.

He let out a laugh and turned back, facing TK who was now walking toward him.

“And?” he asked, light-heartedly when TK was only arm’s length away from him.

“So, why should I go out?” TK questioned, completely confused.

“Because I’m going to shower,”

TK sighed, puzzled.

“You’re making me ask the same question again, but, if want me to head out, I will,” TK started in the direction of the door and he stopped him, holding his hand.

“Because there is a pre-schooler in our home who is awake and we cannot afford to go for another round in the shower,”

“Oh, so sure of yourself Ranger Reyes,” TK smirked.

“Get out,” he said, no real malice in his voice.

“Oh, before going though, I should get something from you,” his husband put into words.

“Isn’t it my birthday? If anything, I should get things from you,” he commented.

“It is a good morning kiss,” TK announced and cupped his cheek.

He stopped the man, again, with his index finger.

“Baby, why are you stopping me?” his husband was totally vexed now. Who knew denying his morning kiss would aggravate TK Strand this much? Certainly Carlos Reyes.

“Is this revenge for yesterday’s night? Because I thoroughly remember you requesti-,”

He swallowed whatever TK was going to say next because the key to stopping Tyler Kennedy Strand from being a cheeky bastard and shutting him up is only kissing him. So, he did that precisely.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” TK wished him after the kiss.

“Thank you,” he replied mirroring the smile on his husband’s face.

“Big brother,” a voice broke out from the kitchen.

“Now, go,” he said, later, causing TK to leave the room with a wink.

What a beautiful life, he thought.

[after-hours-art]

Fake it till we make it

Pairing: Lev Haiba x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: x

"It's okay. You don't have to love me".

Those were the exact words you heard from him three years ago when you first met Lev after graduating from high school. Neither of you knew by that time about the arrangements made by your parents and despite your reluctance to the idea, you two still got married. You couldn't be more different. While you buried yourself in studies at Tokyo University, he dropped out the second year and started his modeling career. A pretty successful modeling career. In merely a year you moved out from college dorms as he managed to purchase a two-level penthouse and pay off all your student fees. Soon, you couldn't do as much as walk to your favourite library without someone asking about him after he mentioned in some Vogue interview that he is married to Y/N Haiba.

//14.02.2021//

You wake up to your alarm clock, surprised that Lev isn't beside you in bed. You sigh and shake your head, slowly sitting and stretching your back. You slide your feet into fluffy slippers, throw silk robe over your shoulders and make your way downstairs. To your surprise instead of Masha, your maid, by the stove you find your husband.

- Lev? - you walk up to him, a little confused by the man whom you never saw in the kitchen, is making eggs.

- Oh, hi. Crap. You weren't supposed to be up yet. - he looks a bit panicked.

- What? Brought a mistress last night and scared I'll find her? - you joke, walking over to the filter jag and pouring yourself a glass of water. Awaiting his answer, you slice a lemon and put one slice in your glass, putting the rest in the fridge.

- What? A mistress? No. Never. I just... do you even know what day is today, Y/N? - he asks, carrying on with the cooking.

- Umm... Sunday? - you murmur, checking on your phone. You roll your eyes at all the DM notifications asking about Lev. Ever since he said your name in that interview his fans found your account, trying to get to him through you.

- Yeah... that too. But what else? - he hums, handing you a plate. You frown confused at eggs shaped like a heart, with some peppers and avocado toast on the side.

- Thanks... - you murmur while taking the plate, full of suspicion.

- You really have no idea what day is today, Y/N? - he follows you to the dining table. - It's Valentine's day, dummy. Happy Valentines, wifey. - he says and kisses the side of your head.

- Oh, right. Happy Valentines, Lev. - you murmur without enthusiasm. Your husband sighs and brings his own plate to the table. He takes his seat by your side, his eyes don't leave you for a while.

- Y/N... - he starts quietly and takes your hand. - There's a thing. I know we don't really celebrate Valentines since we're not in love or anything but... the W Magazine asked to do 'A night with' article with me and... my manager didn't run the idea through me before agreeing so...

- We're stuck together on the holiday created by paper card sellers? Faking a perfect image of lovebirds in marriage or something? - you ask, making him chuckle. You are always so down to earth.

- Yeah... basically that.

You roll your eyes. Valentines never meant anything in your calendar. Just another random day. Obviously, Lev took you out every Valentine's day and brought you red roses and you got him some small gift of something that you knew he wanted but never got to actually buy it, like volleyball match tickets.

- We... I can try to back us out. Think of an excuse or something. - Lev tries to reassure you, though deep down he's somehow sad that you don't want to actually celebrate with him. He reaches his hand to you and takes your hand.

- You... W Magazine will probably be pissed and might end the contract with you... - you mutter.

- Yeah but... you being comfortable means more to me than W Magazine. I still have some othe-

- Lev. - you cut his words. - I'll do it... You always do so much for me and I... I might not be a dream wife and I know it. We're not in love but it doesn't mean that I don't like you at all.

- Y/N! - he gets off his chair and steps to the side of your chair. He leans down and hugs you from behind, his hands crossing on your collarbones as he kisses the side of your neck. - Thank you, thank you, thank you. I promise it won't be annoying. My manager already called your boss so you have a day off.

You sigh. It appears to be a very long day.

//

You walk down Dior's alley with Mina, an interviewer from W Magazine, following you with a camerawoman. Your eye catches a beautiful pink dress that takes your breath away. It's not a lie when they say that it's visible when a designer loves women. Christian Dior definitely did.

- So, is this how every Valentine’s looks in the Haiba household? - the interviewer asks, not even trying to hide the jealous expression on her face when she sees the price of the dress. You swallow, not turning around for a while.

- Lev definitely has a romantic soul. - you say with a smile, finally facing the camera. - Each year it's something that comes straight from his heart.

- Must be a dream to be married to such a romantic man.

- Yes... it is. - you murmur. It would be if it wasn't an arranged marriage. It would be if you would be more accepting towards each of his gestures. If you haven't stated it clearly when you got married that you're doing it for your parents and don't seek for love.

- What do you think he prepared this year?

*a plan he told you this morning so you wouldn't get surprised and mad*

- I don't know. But I'm sure it'll be great. Like every of his gifts.

*gifts that you never accept.*

- How does it feel to be married to one of the most successful models of the last few years?

- It's... magical.

*magical since the marriage is basically on paper and between your parents' businesses.*

- Very. Every day is... like a new adventure.

- Adventure you say? - Mina smiles and follows you as you move on to another dress.

- Yeah. - you sigh, wondering why you agreed to the stupid idea of this article. - You never know what idea he'll come up with next. - you say, calling over your favourite shopping assistant. - I'll take this one. And the pink one. - you sigh. You watch the interviewer shift her attention to the dress, asking the shop assistant for specific details to possibly describe it best later in the article. You reach into your bag and take out your phone, checking for the nearest Harry Winston. It is Valentines after all, and Lev knows how much you adore a new piece in your jewelry collection. Access to high jewelry is definitely one of the things that you very much enjoyed about being married to a man with such high income as Lev.

You smile at your intuition failing you, when you're greeted enthusiastically by the Harry Winston staff member when you enter the store, even when you're accompanied by the nosy interviewer and cameras. They have known you for a year now, always very pleased to welcome you, as well as your husband's money.

- A, Mrs. Haiba, here. Your husband made a call and we prepared something *just* for you. - elderly man guides you to one of the tables. - He had reserved all the pieces from our Winston With Love collection. Each letter represents each stage of love, yet Mr. Haiba said that it doesn't matter on which stage you are because you just adore our pieces and might as well get all. - he chuckles at his own words, placing some of the jewelries on the satin pad. - It's a lot of pieces, but we were suggested to show you necklaces. And... Mr. Haiba also suggested Secret Collection.

You smile, looking at the colourful pieces from the Love Collection. You pick a beautiful diamond necklace, one with rubies, pink sapphires, spessartite garnets and yellow diamonds. The necklace is so *happy* that you just can't help yourself and smile.

- This is the Brilliant Glow Necklace. Allow me... - elderly jewelry gently takes the necklace from your hands and carefully puts it on you. You turn to the nearest mirror and smile. Happy colours on a technically happy day.

- The Brilliant Glow is the first stage of love. - the jeweler says as you keep on admiring the shining of the diamonds. - All the gems express excitement and light. Like with newfound love. - he smiles, carefully taking it off your neck and placing it back on the pad.

- Put that one aside, please. I might get back to it. - you ask, looking at the remaining jewelry.

- Yes, Mrs. Haiba.

You looked at the jewelry for a while longer, admiring the diamonds, yet your eyes kept returning to the Brilliant Glow. You can't help but smile at the colours, smiling at the idea that Lev in fact did call in and knew you'd like it. You look down at the assistant as he packs the necklace for you. You start to wonder what Lev would like. It's not like you don't talk to each other at all. You do. But you just happen to not know your husband at all, while he knows so much about you. Your favourite designer. Jewelry you'd love. Your favourite food, coffee brand, places, cities. All you know is his job. You don't even know his favourite colour. Deep in your thoughts, you wander off to the station with watches.

- Excuse me? - you turn to the elderly jeweler. - This watch? - you point at white watch with a blue leather band. The man smiles and walks over to assist, spotting the occasion that both camerawoman and interviewer focus on the diamond jewelry around.

- This, Mrs. Haiba, is our Ocean Biretrograde Automatic. 18 karats white gold. Blue alligator leather. Very popular. From our The Ocean Collection. Automatic watch, very nice and classy.

- You... seem to know my husband very well. - you say turning to the man. - You think Lev would like this?

- Oh, Mrs. Haiba. I can assure you that your husband will love anything that will come from you.

- How do you know? - you ask suspiciously.

- Because I am a man in love myself. - he says with the brightest and proudest smile you have ever seen. - And I love everything that my dear Yuri gives me. See, Mrs. Haiba... - he walks closer and shows you golden cufflinks with a purple, flower-like pattern. - She got it for me when I started to work here 30 years ago. And tell you a secret, I've always hated purple. But I still loved those cufflinks. Even more when I learnt that she painted them herself. And since then that minx gives me things with purple accents. Before I knew it, I fell in love with the colour equally to how I fell in love with her.

- So... - you stare at the cufflinks, admiring his wife's handy work. - He'll love anything?

- I saw his eyes and heard his voice when he came here to purchase something for your first anniversary. He said that you were too stressed with work to even know what day it is. He wanted to make you happy.

You hold your breath for the moment, not knowing what to say.

- Pack the watch, please. - you mutter nervously, in your head going over a list of things you have to do. You pay for the watch, completely forgetting about the necklace. You bow politely to the jeweler and practically run out of the store. You put your phone to your ear as you get in the car.

- Alisa? I'm gonna need your help.

//

Lev laughs with the interviewer as he enters the apartment. Today is only getting more challenging for him. First he finds out that the dry cleaner ruined his suit for tonight's Valentine Evening that he planned on inviting you for. Then he finds out that the restaurant he planned to take you to before the party cancelled his reservation with some absurd excuse.

- Usually Valentines are less complicated than this year's. You know, you try to make a good image to press and the universe does the oppos.... - he stops talking when walking deeper into the apartment as enters the living room, which makes it connected to the kitchen. His eyes lighten up, his smile growing when he sees several types of oinarisan on the table and you standing next to it. Your hair is tied up, pink Dior dress hugging your body, emphasising all the right places. Lev walks slowly in your direction, still taking the whole sight in. He puts a huge bouquet of red roses on the table before he gets to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly, your face buried in his chest.

- Y/N.... why...? - he whispers quietly. - I know you, you wouldn't pull something like this without a reason. All that because of the W Magazine?

- No. - you murmur against his shirt. - I just... I wanted to thank you somehow. For... for being in love with me when I was chasing my career rather than make our relationship grow.

- Y/N, sweetheart. You don't have to love me. - he whispers, his accent suddenly appearing attractive to you.

- I know. But... you love me. And I was too blind to see it and then the jeweler told me that you know my taste in jewelry, that you'll love my gift and...

- Stop, you'll hyperventilate... - he chuckles, pulling away a bit, gently placing his hand on your cheek. - The jeweler made you do all this? Cook and staff?

- I just... I never realised how much you do for me. From the beginning I saw our marriage as a piece of paper to help our families' brands, you as a roommate or something. I had no idea that you actually loved me. You never said anything.

- I didn't say anything because I thought you don't want me to love you. - he admits and kisses the top of your head. You sigh and look up at him as he isn't wrong here.

- I'm sorry... - you say quietly.

- Don't be sorry, Y/N. Forcing people to love each other is... well... wrong. Our marriage is probably questionable, morally speaking since we were young when we got married but... I guess I grew into loving you. You're smart, determined, elegant, funny, just perfect. - he cups your cheeks and pulls you gently into a kiss. Warm feeling spills through your body, your stomach twisting in excitement, your heartbeat quickening as you press your lips against his. Lev deepens the kiss, one of his hands moving from your cheek to the small of your back as he pulls you closer. The time seems to slow down for you two as you savour the first real kiss, both wrapped up in the sensation. Lev finally pulls away in order to catch a breath, his lips hovering close to yours, his warm breaths hit your skin.

- Wow... - you say quietly, as that's the only word you can think of now.

- Wow indeed... - he whispers. His thumb gently caresses your cheek. You look at him, your gazes locking for a longer moment, that is until you remind yourselves that you're not exactly alone. You look at the interviewer and camerawoman behind your husband, visibly surprised and happy with just recorded candid material. Lev let go of your, taking a step back. He reaches to the table, taking a jewelry box from it. You already know what is there.

- For you, love. - he opens the elegant box and presents you The Brilliant Glow necklace you chose for yourself earlier today. - Exquisite taste, baby. - he whispers, putting it on you. - And it looks so lovely on you... and with this dress. - he gently guides his fingers along the diamonds on your neck, touching onto your collarbone occasionally.

- Thank you. - you smile and reach for the watch you picked for him. - I know your electronic one broke down. So... I got you something more reliable. - you smile, making him chuckle. He thanks you with a kiss on your cheek, as you put the watch on his wrist, blue leather elegantly hugging his wrist. Your eyes meet again, this time the intensity of his gaze makes you blush as if you're a high school girl with a crush.

- I think that's where the interview should end... - Lev says and turns to Mina and the camerawoman. - I think W has enough material and... me and my wife would rather dive in oinarisan feast she prepared than attend a boring party.

- Understandable. - Mina smiles and nudges her coworker to stop recording. - Happy Valentines, Mr. and Mrs. Haiba. - they bow politely and walk to the door.

You bow too in respect and turn back to face your husband, who's already checking out the food you've made.

- Lev?

- What? - he asks with his mouth full, seeing him like that makes you chuckle.

- Thank you. For being a good husband and everything. - you take a seat next to him and smile. The gentle light of the setting sun makes the diamonds in your necklace glow. Lev chuckles.

- Brilliant Glow indeed. - he smiles and looks at you with the soft glance of a man in love.

- So... what now? - you ask between bites of oinarisan. - Since I called off the reservation you made and Kenma no longer expects us at the party...

- We can... watch a movie? Talk? - he suggests. - We never really talked, you know, how couples do. We don't really know much about each other aside from where we work, what food we eat and what brands we wear. - he caresses your cheek.

- Okay... so... when you fell in love with me? - you ask curiously. Lev chuckles and looks over at you softly.

- When you came home after your midterms, third year. I just came back from the paycheck after a gig with Dior. You were exhausted, almost passed out at the doorstep. You yelled at me that you study so hard and still doubt yourself, your career choice, while all I do is look pretty in front of the camera. - he chuckles.

- You fell in love with me when I said that? Like degradation much?

- No, dummy. But you let me carry you inside, make you tea. We watched around fifteen minutes of that movie you like and then you passed out on my chest. That was our first hug since the dance at our wedding. - he says. - You looked so small and I just couldn't stop looking at my strong, independent wife in such a vulnerable state. All I wanted to do at that moment was to take care of you forever. - he smiles. - When you fell for me?

- I feel for you? - you raise your eyebrows.

- You. I don't know much, but I know for a fact that a person who isn't in love doesn't kiss the way we kissed.

You sigh and look at the wedding band on your finger.

- I guess it was it all. Breakfasts, considering my opinion in everything you do, the little things you do. - you murmur, playing with the golden ring. - And the elderly jewelry at Harry Winston said that you love me. I don't know why, I guess a stranger saying that you know what jewelry I'd like and how said that you'd love anything I'd get you for Valentines because he can recognise a man in love.

Lev chuckles.

- Really?

- Really... he said that you sounded like a man in love when you called them. - you try to somehow defend yourself and your logic, making him laugh.

- I'm just teasing, Y/N. - he says, taking your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. - Man in love... he wasn't wrong, though.

You drop your gaze at the wedding bands on your and his finger.

- I guess we faked it till we made it, huh?

- We faked being in love? - he chuckles.

- I mean for press and such.

- Then I guess we did. - he kisses the side of your head, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, holding you close. - Now tell me more about how you made all those oinarisan. Since Masha has a day off I know it was all you.

[dandysworldhcs]

ANGSTANGSTANGSTANGSTANGST

who will I be making depressed today? the mains because I kin 3 of them holy shit (in two parts. this is part one YIPPEE) (also these are the 3 I kin)

berry boy:

ahem. after the ichor incident, sprout became really scared for what could happen, but eventually he suppressed it and basically turned it into a kind of need to feel like he's protecting someone. like for example even if everyone is safe he just HAS to check just in case because what if this what if that this could go wrong that could go wrong if this happens that could happen and this has happened before so if I do this I can lessen the chances of thing happeni- and gets burnt out significantly quicker than... literally everyone else in gardenview. he won't admit it though he'll just sit in his room with the door barricaded (the handlers had the keys to the door locks) trying to function properly, and if someone tries to check on him he'll hide under his bed or desk to avoid being seen because UH OH DANGER DANGER WHY AM I BEING SEEN DOING NOTHING UHHHH OH NO !!! irrational panic basically (even though the only entrance is barricaded...). also, when he discovered tapes could be used to heal he immediately began using them on runs because if even a single person is not on full health he cannot feel relaxed in the slightest- but the dumbass doesn't care if he's on one and WILL run away from cosmo at 1 if he doesn't have enough tapes to heal him back (I'm totally not projecting all of this totally). also random but he will definitely cry if you yell at him (he'll go somewhere to hide before crying though). also has a habit of assuming everything that goes wrong has to be his fault because 'he was supposed to make sure everything went fine'

asstroke:

eepy hypersomniac who in a lot of situations wants to just sleep instead. he dozes off a lot because of that. also, it might be a bit subtle, but he can tell when his friends aren't rested, and usually tries to fix it, even if it's the kind of tired sleep can't fix. also, the guilt from knowing too much about the ichor operation and not being able to say anything about it to protect dandy eats at him endlessly. but you know when he's free from all that? in his curated dreams, where nothing can affect him, where he can be happy, free from all the depressing truths gardenview has to offer (think basil from omori but with sunny's headspace). he's starting to see everything as a kind of cycle... and he's kinda losing motivation to do pretty much anything, but he kinda still has to to survive so. also, the insecurity about his extra arms came from when gardenview was still open, a lot of children called him bug-like for it or even just straight-up scary or ugly, so now he just hides 'em by turning himself into a burrito with his blanket. also, not depressing but... he's just always cold, so he wears a shirt, another shirt, then poncho, then blanket

ammonite wannabe:

being constantly ignored by everyone has increasingly proved to her that no one really cares about her, and that has made her more open about her feelings. no one's listening, what's the point in not thinking out loud? she's done the thing where she just doesn't talk and sees if anyone notices... and they do! but they jokingly say 'aren't you gonna start yapping about dinosaurs around about now?' but unfortunately, she didn't realise it was in a joking way and ended up 'realising' everyone thought of her as the dinosaur girl, not anything else. not a person, not someone worth loving, just 'the girl who likes dinosaurs'. she also secretly gets REALLY happy whenever she gets hurt on a run because that means she'll get healed, which is a form of care!!! yay!!! (can you see the dynamic yet. guy who stresses whenever anyone gets slightly hurt and girl who loves getting hurt to feel cared about. and they're totally 100% not both me) sometimes people just don't notice, but usually it's fine. she yaps about dinosaurs because it's something she's interested in and she wants people to know all about them!!! but unfortunately people thought it was annoying that she talked about them so much, so they avoided her. this led to her thinking that people just don't want to be around her, and that they weren't wrong for it

- psstyourbonesarewet anon

wet bone anon. watch out. im coming for you. you arent gonna see it comonv.

[sualne]

that guy

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Ok i have a confession to make- i actually haven't listened to tma podcast itself, I just got really hyperfixated on the fandom to the point of watching every amv, scouring all the characters wiki, reading every fanfic and repeatedly diving in the tags to know all about to the point that I know atleast the major plot, themes, the entities, the avatars, most of the more important characters and what happens to said characters.

That being said I am listening to the podcast now and everytime I know something important is happening I am just like-

[wherela]

one of those crying in the shower kind of days