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last dance | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: turns out you both want different things but seunghyun has to give you the perfect goodbye ・❥・word count: 2.5k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, swearing, angst. female reader. ・❥・ authors note: this took me all day to write and now i go hide like i always do when i write smut because i will always be forever nervous to write it. but there might be a part two to this. maybe. we'll see. also, didn't add my taglist because idk who wants tagging in smut so <3

As you sat there watching your friends have their very first dance together as a married couple, your heart clenched in your chest. You had to tear your eyes away instead focusing on the glass of wine you had in your hand. Today wasn’t supposed to be like this; it was supposed to be a happy day celebrating your friend’s love but how could you celebrate love when your own love life had just crumbled apart mere hours ago? The conversation with Seunghyun replayed over and over in your head.

It had been like any other day – the excitement of watching your two friends finally tie the knot hanging in the air. It had spurred you on to wonder about your future with Seunghyun. You had been together for four years now. They hadn’t been the easiest four years but somehow, someway, you always made it through the other end stronger than ever. This was what true love felt like. Every single day with him made you fall even more in love. There was no doubt that you wanted to be with this man for the rest of your life so, you had voiced that to him. The second you had said that you wanted to get married one day, maybe even have children, he had turned pale. His whole body had gone rigid, his hands dropping from the tie he was trying to tighten. As he looked at you and said ‘I don’t think that’s going to ever be in the cards for us. Marriage isn’t something I’ve ever wanted’, your heart had plummeted into your stomach.

Really, it should have been conversation early on in your relationship but you had been so caught up in each other that some of the important conversations like that got lost along the way. His words had cut you deep, so deep that it had resulted in the two of you arguing. It made you think he didn’t love you enough even as he tried to explain why he didn’t want to get married. So, as you left for the wedding, all the hurt and scalding words that had been said between you hanging in the air, you knew this was the beginning of the end.

Sitting at the table, you swirled around the last remains of your drink in the glass, bringing it up to your lips to swig it off. As you did, you locked eyes with Seunghyun who had been sitting at the table over talking to his bandmates. You didn’t tear yours away as he said something to them then made his way to you.

“Hey,” he said quietly, holding his hand out to you. “Dance with me?”

Your eyes glanced at his hand, hesitation coursing through your body but you took it anyway. He led you to the dancefloor, his hands finding your hips, placing yours around his neck. A slow song was playing, Seunghyun gently swaying the two of you to the beat. It was too painful to look at his face right now, focusing on his shoes instead but he didn’t let that last too long, his slender fingers reaching out to lift your chin up to look at him. As you met his eyes once more, you could see the pain in them mirroring your own. He knew as well as you that this was it for the two of you. God, it hurt. Your heart physically felt like it was breaking in two.

“Seunghyun...” you started but he cut you off.

“Let’s just... have this moment, yeah?” His voice broke as he spoke, the gentleness combined with his deep tone penetrating right through your broken heart.

He tugged you closer to him, your body pressed against his with your head laying on his chest. His heart was beating just as rapidly as yours, his hand gently reaching up to your head to stroke your hair. It was soothing but it wasn’t enough. This was just hurting you more. Knowing this would be the last time he’d ever hold you like this, that he’d ever be this close to you? It was enough to bring you to tears. As you let them fall onto his suit jacket, he knew you were crying, squeezing his own eyes shut. Seunghyun wasn’t afraid of crying, he never had been but right now he needed to be strong for you. When he was alone later, he’d let the tears fall but right now making sure you had one last bit of comfort from him was his main priority.

As the song ended and you pulled back to look at him, he kept his arms around you, his thumb running along your lower lip. “...I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want.”

“I know,” you whispered.

He looked at you so intensely, like he was memorising all of your features knowing that he would never be able to look at you this way again. Before he could even control himself, he was leaning in and his lips met yours in a slow, passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around your body; his hands splayed across your back as he poured every ounce of his love into the kiss. Love wasn’t the problem; his own commitment issues were. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, Seunghyun letting out a sigh. He didn’t say any words as he pulled away, he didn’t need to. Instead, he simply took your hand in his and lead you outside. If he was going to say goodbye then he was going to make sure it was one you could both remember.

That was how you ended up in the backseat of the car, Seunghyun’s shirt half open, yours somewhere in the front of the car as you straddled his lap, hands cradling his face as you kissed him hungrily. His hands slid up your back, unhooking your bra. It was quickly discarded somewhere in the car, his eyes instantly falling to your chest. His head dipped down, his tongue swirling around your nipple. Your hand tangled in his hair, a breathy moan passing your lips as he worked his magic. Slowly, you grinded your hips against his feeling his growing length rubbing against your core. Thank the stars you’d decided to wear a skirt, only the barrier of your underwear in the way. It was good but it wasn’t enough. You needed him, you needed him like you needed air.

His lips trailed wet kisses along your chest and collarbone until he reached your neck, biting down to leave his mark. It might be the last time he’d get to have you like this but he still wanted the world to know you had been his. You tugged at his hair, pulling him back up to meet your lips. “If this is the last time just... give me everything, please.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he mumbled, thumb brushing against your cheek as he crashed his lips back onto yours. His hand slid underneath your skirt, dipping beneath your underwear. The second his fingers touched your sensitive core, he bit back a moan at how wet you were. “You're always so ready for me.”

His fingers slid between your folds, coating his fingers in your slick before he pushed two digits inside you. The intrusion had you gasping, his fingers setting a slow, torturous rhythm. He pumped them in and out, your head falling onto his shoulder as you ground against his hand. “Seunghyun, please.”

“Please, what?” His voice was a deep, reverberating whisper in your ear only making your arousal worse. “Use your words, baby.”

“More. I need more. I...” Words seemed to escape you especially when he suddenly sped up his movements, his fingers plunging in and out of your tight heat. You whimpered, hips rocking with him. He was nothing but determined to bring you to the brink of ecstasy, his free hand tangling in your hair, tilting your head back roughly as his lips found your neck. The feeling of his fingers deep inside you and the soft bites along your collarbone were enough to send you spiralling.

You moaned out his name, biting down on his shoulder as you came all over his fingers. He didn't let up, working you through your orgasm until he felt your body slump against his. Only then did he pull his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips. He made a show out of pushing them into his mouth to taste you. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, a breathy sigh passing his lips. “You always taste amazing, princess.”

His swollen lips brushed against yours, the sweet taste of you lingering on his lips. He gently tugged at your bottom lip, grinding his hips up into yours. You could feel how hard he was, how desperate he was and God, did you want him inside you so badly. The feeling was very mutual, his cock aching to be buried deep inside you. He lifted your hips off him momentarily, popping open the button on his slacks as he lifted his own hips to tug off his pants and boxers down his legs enough to free himself. He hissed as the cool air hit his erection.

Licking your lips, you leaned your head down, his hand instantly coming to push you closer to his length. Your tongue darted out, teasing along his tip, the taste of his precum filling your mouth. He groaned, a deep husky noise; it was almost enough to send you spiralling again. The throbbing between your legs back yet again as he lost all his patience and pushed your head onto him. Your lips wrapped around his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as possible. What you couldn’t fit, you wrapped your hand around. You began to bob your head up and down, hollowing out your cheeks. With lidded eyes he watched as you took him deep into your throat, holding your head there. He let out a strangled moan, his hips instinctively pushing up into your mouth causing the tip of his length to hit the back of your throat. The choking sound you made was almost enough to make him come there and then. Instead, he pulled you off him, his thumb wiping at the corners of your mouth. You looked picturesque, the way your lips were swollen, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. This was one of the ways he was always going to remember you on lonely nights when he couldn’t have you anymore.

“I need you so much,” he whispered, the pain in his voice like a knife to your heart. “Even if it's for the last time, I just... I fuckin’ need you.”

You didn’t say anything, instead you slid your underwear off down your legs, moving to straddled him yet again. You took him in your hand, positioning him at your entrance before you sank down onto him. You moaned as you took all of him inside you, sitting on his thick length to give yourself time to adjust. His fingers dug into your hips; head tilted back as he looked at you. “You’re so beautiful. I... love you.”

You rested your forehead against his, eyes squeezing shut as if it was too painful to even look at him after saying that knowing what was going to come after this was over. Regardless, you replied softly. “I love you, too.”

“Don’t move. Not yet. I...just want to look at you... so I can keep this picture in my head,” his finger trailed along your jaw, his eyes piercing into yours now that you’d opened them. “You were always the best thing that had ever happened to me and nothing will change that.”

You let the moment linger between you, knowing that you both needed it. Your eyes scanned his face, committing his dark, gorgeous eyes, strong jawline and perfect lips to your memory. Slowly but surely, you began to lift your hips up then back down. His hands on your hips guiding your movements, small breathy groans coming from the beautiful man in front of you. He leaned up, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. His tongue slipped between your parted lips, tongue tangling with yours as you picked up your pace. Seunghyun’s own hips bucked up into yours, his lips never leaving yours. One of your hands cupped his cheek, his soft skin flushed beneath your touch. The grunts and groans coming from him were some of your favourite sounds, ones that you’d miss so very much.

“I’m so close, baby,” you panted, your hips beginning to lose the rhythm. Seunghyun took this as his cue to wrap his arm around your body, laying you back on the plush seat of the car.

“Shh, let me take care of you,” he rasped, his body covering yours as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. He thrust into you hard and fast, your body moving with the force of his movements. Nails raked down his back (your turn to mark him as yours now), the sting of it causing him to moan. He had always loved when you did that.

He could feel your walls squeezing him, letting him know you were close. So, he brought the pad of his thumb down, rubbing tight, small circles against your clit. His lips whispering “I love you” against yours as he changed to slow, deep thrusts. That was it. You couldn’t take anymore, your walls clamping down around him, your lips singing his name like a prayer as you came undone. He didn’t take his eyes off your face as he watched your orgasm hit you, it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. He kept up his rhythm but soon faltered when he heard you whisper you loved him. He stilled, his hips flush against you as he came, emptying himself inside you with a deep groan.

He collapsed on top of you, your sweat slicked bodies pressing together. You ran your hand through his hair as he nuzzled into your neck. Why couldn’t you stay this way? Just wrapped up in your own little bubble with the man you loved. But, no. Reality wasn’t that kind to either of you. You both wanted different thing and as selfish as Seunghyun wanted to be, he couldn’t do that to you. No matter what, you deserved to find everything you’d ever wanted but he wasn’t the one that could give you that.

He lifted his head, a sad frown on his beautiful face. “I’m staying at Jiyong’s tonight but... I’ll drive you home and come get my stuff tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

That was all you could say otherwise you’d break down. The fact that this was really it was all consuming pain. And, as much as this had been the perfect way to say goodbye to each other, it made it all the much harder.

How were you supposed to ever let him go?

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coolemmasulivan2 · 15 hours ago

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A Beautiful Mess | 2

Pairing: Lando Norris

Summary: Two neighbors who can’t stand each other, until an accidental kiss changes everything.

Word count: 3125

You can read part 1 here

Do we need somebody Just to feel like we're alright? Is the only reason You're holding me tonight 'Cause we're scared to be lonely?

It had been a week since you last saw Lando. After his visit to the school, it was like he had vanished. You knew he was home because, as always, he made sure you knew that, but beyond that, there was no sign of him.

The touch of your lips has haunted you ever since. You cursed yourself, telling yourself that you should have pushed yourself away the moment your lips met, you shouldn't have frozen.

"You're not getting it! Our lips touched." You practically yelled at your sister over FaceTime. She burst out laughing. "It's not funny. I hate him."

"If you hate him so much, why are you this worked up?" She teased you.

You frowned. "Are you implying I felt something?"

She shrugged. "Did you?"

"NO!"

At the same time, Lando was telling Max, who was stuffing clothes into his suitcase, since he was going back to Lonon, what had happened.

"It was an accident, dude!" Max said, watching his friend with amusement. "Just forget about it."

"I can't forget it!" Lando groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Our lips touched, Max. I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it."

Max snorted. "Sounds like you liked it."

Lando spun around. "Are you insane? I meant goosebumps in a bad way. Like… I feel sick."

"Yeah, sure." Max smirked, barely holding back laughter.

You downed the last sip of your coffee, grabbed your bag, and stepped out of your apartment. Today was going to be a good day. You could feel it.

You had woken up early, gone for a run, had breakfast, and still had time to stop by your favorite bakery at the end of the street. Everything felt perfectly in place.

For once, Lando Norris was the last thing on your mind. Or at least, he was supposed to be.

You stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor, as you shifted your bag onto your shoulder, but then, just as the doors were sliding shut, a hand shot between them, forcing them open.

Your stomach dropped.

Lando locked eyes with you, before stepping inside. He didn't said anything and neither did you. The doors closed, sealing you both inside the small space. The building had a few years, so the elevator was not that spaceous.

He looked at his watch and run a hand through his curls. He looked like he was in a hurry.

Just five more floors.

Four.

Three.

Then... A jolt.

The elevator shuddered violently before coming to a stop. The lights flickered once, then settled into an unsettling dim glow.

You both froze. Then Lando sighed, pressing the emergency button. Nothing happened.

"You've got to be kidding me." Lando muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Great. Just my luck." He let out a long sigh, pacing in the cramped space. If the elevator had felt small before, it felt suffocating now.

You, far too calm for his liking, pressed the emergency button a few times. "Can you stop moving?" You snapped, growing irritated.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" His voice dripped with sarcasm.

You shot him a look. "Yes, actually. You've been bothering me for a while now. Thanks for finally noticing."

Lando scoffed. "Excuse me if I'm not as relaxed as you!"

You could see he was nervous. "If you keep panicking like that, you're going to run us out of oxygen."

His head snapped toward you, eyes wide. "What--?! Aren't you supposed to be a teacher? That's not how you tell someone to calm down!"

"You're not a kid, are you?"

Lando let out a fake chuckle. "Fuck. Why did I have to get stuck with you?"

You crossed your arms. "Trust me, I'm wondering the same thing."

He let out an amused breath, shaking his head. "Please! This is probably going to be the highlight of your day."

"You really think you’re that special? You're just an idiot, Norris." You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Lando smirked, taking a deliberate step closer. "Well, then it seems we're not that different, princess."

"Don't you have anything better to do? Grow up, please. That pretty face of yours isn't going to get you out of everything forever."

"Oh..." He tilted his head, his smirk widening. "So you think I'm handsome?"

You exhaled sharply. "That's the only thing you got from what I said? You're impossible."

Somehow, the space between you had vanished. You weren't sure who had moved first, but suddenly, he was close. Closer than necessary.

Lando's gaze flickered down to your lips, as he licked his own. The air grew thick. The bickering stopped and he elevator fell into silence.

Your breath caught in your throat. Every logical thought screamed at you to move, push him away, to say something, but you didn't. Neither of you did.

Lando's hand twitched at his side like he was debating whether to reach for you. His chest rose and fell in deep, controlled breaths, but you could see it. He was just as caught in this moment as you were.

Then, just as his face leaned closer and your lips were about to touch, the elevator jerked back to life.

You stumbled slightly, as you immediately took a step back away from each other. He run a hand through his hair and you looked away from him. The air was thick, but neither of you acknowledged it.

The doors slid open and without hesitation, you stepped out, ignoring the concerned doorman who asked if you were okay. You didn't spare him, or Lando, a single glance as you strode out of the building.

Lando watched you go, jaw clenched, hands on his hips. He let out a breath and muttered under his breath: "What the fuck just happened?"

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Even surrounded by a classroom full of energetic kids, you couldn't shake the thoughts swirling in your head.

Why hadn't you pushed him away? Why hadn't you moved? Had you actually… wanted to kiss him? The questions run in your mind, each one making you more frustrated than the last.

By the time you got home, you felt exhausted, not physically, but mentally. You barely made it to the couch before grabbing your phone, dialing your friend number without hesitation.

"Let's go out tonight!" You blurted before she could even say hello.

A beat of silence. Then, suspicion. "Go out as in... clubbing?"

It had been a while. You weren't exactly the party animal type, so your sudden enthusiasm was unexpected.

"Yes!" You confirmed, already sitting up. "I need a distraction. Let's get dinner and then let's go out. Call the others."

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with my responsible and sensible friend?"

"Just be ready."

Determined to wipe the morning from your mind, you took a long shower, letting the heat ease the tension from your shoulders. Then, you dug through your closet, finding a dress you barely remembered owning: it was a red dress that hugged your body in all the right places. Paired with black heels that made your legs look like they belonged on a runway and a swipe of bold red lipstick. You felt powerful and it was just what you needed.

Lando leaned against the DJ booth, his drink on his hand as his friend, Martin Garrix, animatedly talked about his upcoming tour dates.

The club was packed, people moving to the heavy bass, neon lights flickering across the dance floor. It was the perfect place to blow off steam, to forget about the week.

Or at least, it was.

But the moment you walked in with your friends, all thoughts of relaxation evaporated.

Lando stiffened, nearly choking on his drink. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

"WHAT?" Martin shouted over the music.

Lando gestured toward the entrance. "Do you see that group that just walked in?"

Martin followed his gaze, spotting a group of friends laughing as they stepped into the club. "What about it?"

"The girl in the red dress. It's my neighbour!"

Martin's eyebrows shot up. "Wait... The neighbor? The one you kissed?"

Lando rolled his eyes. "We didn't kiss."

"Yet!" Martin smirked, clearly enjoying himself seeing Lando's annoyed face. He turned back to glance at you again. "She's beautiful."

Lando made a face, scoffing like the idea was ridiculous. "She's a nightmare, that's what she is." Martin chuckled, seeing right through him. "And she's a kindergarten teacher, bet it's gonna be real awkward for some parents to see their kid's sweet little teacher dressed like that."

Martin laughed, draping an arm over Lando's shoulder. "Dude, you're so jealous already."

"Shut up. What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's obvious!" Martin smirked. "You like her. And you hate that every guy in this club is about to spend their night looking at her. I can practically see smoke coming out of your ears, mate."

"Fuck off."

Your feet ached, but you didn't care. You were having the time of your life. Hours had passed in a blur of music, laughter, and drinks, and you and your friends hadn't left the dance floor for more than a few minutes at a time.

The alcohol had done its job: Lando hadn't crossed your mind all night. (Well, except maybe now. But that doesn't count.)

Leaning against the bar, you waited for your drink when a man approached you. Tall, broad shoulders, very handsome. And exactly your type.

He flashed you a smile. "Do you come here often?"

You blinked at him before bursting into laughter. "Oh my god. That pick-up line does not match your face."

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, that was terrible. I panicked."

You smirked. "I can tell."

"Not much of a flirt, I guess." He admitted, laughing along with you.

"Clearly."

He stuck out his hand. "I'm Eric, by the way."

You shook it, still grinning. "Y/n."

Lando leaned against the railing, beer in hand, eyes fixed on the bar. He told himself he was just people-watching, just casually scanning the room, but his gaze kept landing on you.

And the guy standing way too close to you.

The guy who looked like he'd stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. Tall, charming, and irritatingly good-looking. The kind of guy who knew exactly how to play his cards.

Lando took a sip of his beer, jaw tightening as he watched you laugh at something the guy said. You were drunk and from the way the guy leaned in, so was he. Too close. Way too close.

"You look like a creep." Martin shouted over the music, snapping Lando out of his glare. "Stop looking at her."

"I'm not looking at her."

Martin snorted. "Right. You're just analyzing the guy she's with." He nudged Lando's shoulder. "Worried she might take him home?"

Lando scoffed, tearing his eyes away. "I don't fucking care."

"Sure." Martin smirked, taking a sip of his drink. He didn't press further, letting his friend drown in jealousy.

You stumbled outside, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin like a slap. Eric followed closely behind, his hand steady on your back as he helped you sit down on a nearby bench as you waited for the cab.

"You're really nice, you know that?" You mumbled, tilting your head to look at him as he sat down beside you.

Eric smiled. "Thank God. I was worried I screwed up my chances with that terrible pickup line."

You laughed softly, resting your head against the cool metal of the bench. "You saved yourself."

"I'm glad!" He admitted, his voice warm. "I had a good time tonight."

"Me too." You sighed, your stomach swirling uncomfortably. You cleared your throat, barely above a whisper as the words slipped out. "I wish you were him."

Eric frowned. "Who?"

Before you could answer, a voice interrupted you. His voice.

"Y/n?" You and Eric both turned, and there he was. Lando. Hands in his pockets, his gaze locked onto you.

Eric's eyes widened in recognition. "Wow. Lando Norris?" He sounded excited, most likely a fan.

But you barely registered his reaction. Your stomach twisted again, and before you could stop it, you shot up from the bench, turned away from them both, and emptied your stomach onto the pavement.

Lando instinctively moved toward you, but Eric was faster. He was by your side, gathering your hair in his hands and rubbing slow circles on your back.

Lando clenched his jaw, watching the way Eric took care of you. It shouldn't bother him, but it did. The guy was too perfect. A walking green flag.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked gently. "Think you can stand?"

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, groaning as you nodded. Eric helped you to your feet, keeping you steady against his side. "Where's that damn cab?" Eric muttered under his breath, glancing around.

"I'll take her home," Lando said suddenly.

Eric turned to him, brows raised. "What?"

"We're neighbors. She's most likely going to pass out on the way back."

"Yeah, we drank quite a lot." He looked between you and Lando. "Y/n? You okay with that?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay with going with Lando? Is he your neighbour?" He asked you, and Lando could almost hear himself rolling his eyes. The guy was seriously too nice.

"Yes!" You confirmed. Lando took a step forward and stretched his hands. You blinked up at him, your head heavy. "You're so annoying. Why are you always everywhere?" Despite your grumble, your hands slowly found his.

Eric's lips twitching into a sad smile. He gently let you go as Lando pulled you closer, steadying you against him.

"Thanks for taking care of her." Lando said.

"It was my pleasure." Eric replied, his gaze soft as he looked at you. "She's something special. And I just met her, so…"

You chuckled. "I like you, Eric."

He smiled. "I know, Y/n." Then his expression flickered, just for a second. "But I'm not him, right?"

Lando frowned, watching as you only groaned in response.

Eric let out a small breath before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Lando's grip on you tightened.

"It was nice meeting you." Eric said. "Call me sometime, yeah?" He turned to Lando, extending a hand. "Big fan, man. Nice to meet you."

Lando shook it briefly. "Yeah. You too."

Eric gave you one last glance before walking off.

Lando glanced down at you, your body leaning heavily into his side. "Come on, let's get you home."

You hummed, already half-asleep. "Still annoying."

"Yeah, yeah."

Lando pulled into his parking spot, turning off the engine with a quiet sigh leaving his mouth. When he glanced to his right, he wasn't surprised to see you fast asleep, just like he'd predicted.

Your head rested against the window of his McLaren, your mouth slightly open, breaths slow and steady. One of his Quadrant hoodies was draped over you.

Lando exhaled, leaning back against the seat as he stared at you. He'd never really taken the time to look at you before, not like this. You looked… peaceful. And you were indeed a very beautiful woman.

His fingers moved on their own, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear.

"What the hell am I doing?" Lando muttered to himself, running a hand down his face, he groaned under his breath. "I must be crazy."

Shaking off whatever the hell that was, he reached over and carefully pulled your head away from the window. Then, he stepped out of the car, circling around to your side and pulling the door open.

"Y/n?" He called, his voice quiet but firm as he nudged your arm. "Wake up. We're home."

"Hm?" You groaned, keeping your eyes firmly shut.

"Wake up. Come on."

He turned your face into the seat, snuggling deeper into the warmth. "Let me sleep!"

Lando huffed, crossing his arms as he glanced around the dimly lit garage. "If you don't wake up, I'm leaving you here." Nothing. "I cannot believe her." With a sigh, he leaned down, sliding one arm beneath your legs and the other behind your back. He hesitated for a second before carefully lifting you into his arms.

You instinctively curled into his chest, your face pressing against the crook of his neck, a small sigh leaving your lips. Lando froze for a split second, his heart racing in his chest.

Lando stepped into the elevator, shifting you slightly in his arms to press the button for his floor. You were still dead weight against him, your warm breath fanning against the side of his neck. He clenched his jaw, doing his best to ignore the way you seemed to fit perfectly against him.

When the doors opened, he carried you down the hall, stopping in front of your apartment.

"Alright, time to go home." He muttered, adjusting his grip. "Where's your key?" You mumbled something against his neck, your lips brushing against his skin. Then, before he could even react, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. "Y/n." He tried again, shaking you gently. "Where's your key?"

Another muffled murmur. He sighed, dropping his head back against the door in frustration. Since you refused to answer him, and since he couldn't exactly rummage through your purse while holding you, he had no choice.

"Alright, you're coming with me." He muttered, carrying you across the hall to his own apartment.

He walked straight to his bedroom, gently lowering you onto his bed. As soon as your back hit the mattress, he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. But just as he moved, you reached out, your fingers curling into the fabric of his white shirt, right where it gaped open.

"Stay." You murmured, eyes still closed.

Lando froze. "You're drunk!" He reminded you, gently prying your fingers off him. You groaned but refused to let go, gripping his shirt again, this time tighter. His breath hitched as your fingertips brushed against his bare chest. "Y/n!"

"Lando!" You snuggled against the pillow, your grip unrelenting. "Stay." You whispered.

Lando clenched his jaw. He should go. He needed to go. But the way you held onto him, the way you looked so small and vulnerable in his bed… it made something twist inside his chest.

With a heavy sigh, he gave in. "Fine! But just until you fall asleep." He told himself that.

And yet, as he laid down beside you, feeling the warmth of your body so close to his, he had a sinking feeling that this was only going to make things a lot more complicated.

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scoupsakakitty · 14 hours ago

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can you pls do a part two for like cotton? it was so good i need more 🤲🏾🤲🏾

Like Cotton pt.2 | idol!Mingyu x Reader | fluff

The days following the live broadcast were filled with an undeniable shift between Y/N and Mingyu. It wasn’t anything obvious—at least, not at first—but the others noticed the subtle changes. The way Mingyu always seemed to be near her, the way his gaze lingered a little longer than before, the way Y/N’s laughter grew softer whenever he was around.

It was Seungkwan who addressed it first. “You two have been acting weird,” he declared, arms crossed as he stared at them across the practice room. “Like, really weird.”

Y/N nearly choked on her water. “What?”

Mingyu, who had been stretching beside her, froze. “We’re not acting weird.”

Seungkwan scoffed, pointing an accusatory finger at them. “You are! It’s like, there’s this… this tension! You’re both giggly and flustered all the time. It’s suspicious.”

Jeonghan, ever the opportunist, leaned in with a smirk. “Are you in love, Mingyu?”

Mingyu immediately turned red. “Wh-What? No! I mean—no!”

Y/N’s cheeks heated up just as quickly. “Stop teasing us.”

Hoshi clapped his hands together dramatically. “This is just like a drama! Two best friends falling for each other after realizing how adorable they are together.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face, while Mingyu let out a nervous chuckle. “Alright, alright, that’s enough.” He grabbed Y/N’s wrist gently and pulled her toward the door. “We have somewhere to be.”

Seungkwan gasped. “You’re just proving my point!”

Ignoring the laughter behind them, Mingyu led Y/N out of the room. He didn’t let go of her wrist until they reached the quieter hallways of the building. Once they were alone, he finally spoke.

“They’re not wrong,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/N blinked at him. “About what?”

He hesitated before sighing. “About us. About me acting weird.”

She felt her heart stutter slightly but kept her voice steady. “So… you have been acting different?”

Mingyu nodded slowly, eyes meeting hers. “Yeah. And I think I know why.”

The silence between them stretched for a long moment. Y/N didn’t dare to speak first, afraid of what he might say next. But then Mingyu reached for her hand, much like he had during the live broadcast, turning it over in his palm as if memorizing every detail.

“I like you, Y/N.” His voice was soft but certain. “And not just as a friend.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She searched his face for any sign of hesitation, but all she found was sincerity.

“You…” She swallowed hard. “You do?”

Mingyu let out a small, breathy laugh. “Yeah. I think I have for a while, but I only just realized it.”

Y/N felt her pulse racing. She wasn’t sure what to say, how to respond. But then she looked down at their intertwined hands, and something inside her clicked.

“I like you too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu’s eyes widened slightly before a wide grin spread across his face. “Really?”

She nodded, squeezing his hand gently. “Really.”

His smile turned into a laugh—one of relief, of excitement, of something new and thrilling. And before Y/N could process what was happening, he had pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground slightly as he spun them around.

The sound of their laughter echoed in the empty hallway.

When he finally set her down, Mingyu cupped her face in his hands, brushing his thumb across her cheek just as he had before. But this time, there was no hesitation.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s breath caught, but she managed a small smile. “Yeah.”

And so he did.

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kaiyunsim · 2 days ago

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valentine —

pairing : best friend!woonhak x gn!reader

summary : woonhak wants to ask the reader to be his valentine but doesn't know how to. when he tries to form an idea, his hyungs decide to tease him.

warnings : fluff, reader is lowkey dumb, none !

a/n : i love woonhak. i want him to be my valentine. ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THESE PHOTOS?!?!? boba eyes are my weakness

queueing : valentine - laufey

— wc : 5.5k — not proof read —

woonhak stares at his phone, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. he’s already typed and deleted his message at least five times, each attempt making him more frustrated than the last. inviting the reader over shouldn’t be this hard. he does it all the time... so why does it feel like he’s about to do something life-changing?

he sighs, shaking out his hands before typing again.

hey, wanna come over to my dorm later? just to hang out. nothing weird. just normal. totally normal.

he reads it back, groans, and immediately deletes the last part. why does he sound so suspicious?

before he can rewrite it, jaehyun suddenly plops down next to him on the couch, his presence almost making woonhak drop his phone.

“why do you look like you just got caught doing something illegal?” jaehyun asks, peering over at his screen.

woonhak quickly turns his phone away. “i don’t.”

“you do,” riwoo chimes in from the other side of the room, lounging against the armrest of the couch. “and judging by how you’re acting, i’m guessing it has something to do with them.”

woonhak freezes. “who’s ‘them’?”

riwoo raises an eyebrow. “you know exactly who.”

jaehyun grins, leaning closer. “are you finally confessing?”

woonhak chokes on air. “what—no! i’m just inviting them over. to hang out.”

“sure,” jaehyun says, dragging out the word like he doesn’t believe him at all. “just to hang out.”

woonhak glares at him. “it is just to hang out.”

riwoo hums, clearly unconvinced. “so why do you look like you’re about to throw up?”

before woonhak can defend himself, sungho walks into the room, pausing when he notices the way everyone is staring at woonhak. “what’s going on?”

“woonhak’s texting y/n,” jaehyun announces.

“and freaking out about it,” riwoo adds.

woonhak groans, covering his face with his hands. “i hate you guys.”

sungho laughs as he takes a seat. “why are you so nervous? it’s not like they’re gonna say no.”

“that’s not the point,” woonhak mutters.

“then what is the point?” riwoo asks.

woonhak opens his mouth, then closes it again. he doesn’t really have an answer... at least, not one he’s willing to admit out loud.

the thing is, he does want to confess. has wanted to for a while now. but the thought of actually doing it? terrifying. so instead, he’s been sitting on his feelings, convincing himself that just being around the reader is enough.

except it’s not. not really.

so, after much internal debate (and several sleepless nights), he decided to do something about it. valentine’s day is coming up, and if he doesn’t confess now, he doesn’t think he ever will.

but none of that matters if he can’t even send a simple text.

he squares his shoulders, determined to ignore the way his friends are watching him like he’s a reality show about to reach its peak drama moment. he quickly types out a new message. something short and to the point.

hey, wanna come over later?

before he can second-guess himself, he hits send.

there. done.

“so,” jaehyun says, leaning in again. “what did you say?”

woonhak ignores him, pretending to be very interested in the pattern of the couch cushion.

sungho smirks. “you know, you talk about them all the time.”

woonhak snaps his head up, eyes wide. “i do not.”

“you do,” riwoo confirms. “it’s honestly impressive how much you find ways to bring them up.”

“the other day,” sungho starts, leaning back with a smug grin, “we were eating dinner, and out of nowhere, you just went, ‘y/n would probably love this.’”

woonhak groans. “so what? i just think they have good taste!”

“and yesterday,” jaehyun adds, clearly enjoying this, “we were picking out outfits, and you said, ‘y/n would look really good in this color.’”

woonhak throws his head back against the couch, wanting to disappear. “shut up.”

riwoo snickers. “it’s cute, honestly. kinda pathetic, but mostly cute.”

woonhak doesn’t even have the energy to fight back. he just prays the reader texts back soon so he has an excuse to leave the conversation.

as if on cue, his phone buzzes. he scrambles to grab it, his heart hammering in his chest as he reads the reply.

sure! what time?

woonhak barely gets the chance to process his relief before jaehyun snatches his phone.

“they said yes,” jaehyun announces, showing the screen to the others.

woonhak lunges for his phone. “give it back!”

jaehyun easily dodges him, grinning as he holds the phone out of reach. “so what’s the plan? are you finally gonna tell them how you feel?”

woonhak hesitates for half a second, and unfortunately, that’s enough time for his friends to pick up on it.

riwoo gasps dramatically. “wait. wait. you are confessing.”

woonhak shakes his head, but his face betrays him, heat creeping up his neck.

jaehyun’s eyes widen. “holy—he is.”

sungho claps his hands together. “this is a big moment. we should prepare a speech.”

woonhak finally manages to snatch his phone back, glaring at all of them. “no one is preparing anything. i just—i just wanna ask them to be my valentine, okay? that’s it. no big deal.”

riwoo grins. “oh, it’s a huge deal.”

woonhak groans, burying his face in his hands. he should’ve known telling them anything was a mistake.

“so,” leehan says, walking into the room for the first time, looking only mildly interested. “when are we holding up the poster boards?”

woonhak lifts his head in horror. “who told you?!”

taesan walks in behind leehan, shrugging. “everyone knows.”

woonhak stares at all of them, betrayal written all over his face.

jaehyun pats his shoulder. “don’t worry. we fully support this.”

sungho grins. “but we will be making fun of you the entire time.”

woonhak sighs, knowing there’s no winning. but despite all the teasing, despite how embarrassing this all is, he can’t help but smile. because later today, the reader is coming over. and hopefully, by the end of the night, they’ll officially be his valentine.

and honestly? he thinks that’s worth a little humiliation.

when you arrive at woonhak’s dorm, you barely get the chance to knock before the door swings open. woonhak stands there, looking slightly out of breath like he ran to the door. for a second, he just stares at you, blinking, before quickly stepping aside.

“hey! uh—come in,” he says, voice a little too enthusiastic.

you smile as you step inside, slipping off your shoes. “why do you sound so nervous?”

“i don’t,” he says way too fast.

before you can question him further, you hear a chorus of voices from the living room.

“they’re here,” jaehyun announces, his tone dripping with amusement.

when you look over, you see woonhak’s hyungs lounging on the couches, all looking way too entertained. woonhak stiffens beside you, but you don’t think much of it—at least, not until jaehyun speaks again.

“wow,” he muses, leaning back. “woonhak really went all out. he even cleaned for this.”

woonhak immediately spins toward him, eyes wide. “hyung!”

jaehyun grins. “what? i’m just pointing out how spotless the dorm is. not a single sock on the floor. it’s almost too clean.”

you raise an eyebrow at woonhak, who is suddenly refusing to make eye contact. “you cleaned just for me?”

woonhak shakes his head aggressively. “no! i mean—i clean all the time! i just—i didn’t want the dorm to look messy, that’s all.”

jaehyun hums like he doesn’t believe him, and you can’t help but smile at woonhak’s flustered state.

before you can say anything else, taesan, who has been silently observing, tilts his head. “by the way,” he says, looking at you. “did you know woonhak practiced inviting you over?”

woonhak makes a noise that can only be described as a dying cat. “what are you talking about? i did not.”

taesan shrugs, completely unbothered. “you totally did. at least five different versions. you even rehearsed it in the mirror.”

you blink. “really?”

woonhak turns to you, looking like he wants to melt into the floor. “no! i did not rehearse anything.”

taesan just smirks. “sure.”

you bite back a laugh. “so you were nervous to invite me over.”

“i wasn’t,” woonhak insists, but his ears are turning red.

sungho leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. “you know, it’s funny,” he says, voice teasing. “woonhak has been acting really different today.”

“yeah,” jaehyun agrees. “super flustered. almost like he’s hiding something.”

“or someone,” riwoo adds, smirking.

you frown, confused. “what do you mean?”

woonhak stiffens beside you. “nothing! they mean nothing.”

his hyungs just exchange knowing looks, clearly enjoying themselves.

“i just think it’s interesting,” jaehyun continues, “how woonhak has been extra… obvious today.”

“right?” riwoo nods. “he keeps acting all shy and jumpy. like he’s got something to confe-.”

woonhak groans, covering riwoo's mouth. “oh my god.”

you tilt your head at him. are you being obvious about something?”

he snaps his head up. “no!”

his hyungs all laugh, and you’re even more confused now, but woonhak is already grabbing your wrist, gently pulling you toward the hallway.

“okay, we’re leaving now,” he says quickly.

you glance back at the others. “but—”

“nope! not listening! goodbye!” woonhak drags you toward his room, muttering under his breath.

once you’re inside, he shuts the door behind him, leaning against it with a sigh.

you cross your arms. “are you gonna tell me what that was about?”

he groans. “they’re just being annoying.”

you raise an eyebrow. “they seemed pretty convinced you were hiding something.”

woonhak stiffens, but then quickly shakes his head. “they just like messing with me.”

you squint at him. “so you didn’t practice inviting me over?”

he hesitates for half a second.

“i didn’t,” he says, but it’s not very convincing.

you grin. “you totally did.”

woonhak groans, flopping onto his bed. “i hate them.”

you sit down beside him, nudging his shoulder. “i think it’s cute.”

he peeks at you through his fingers. “you do?”

you nod, smiling. “yeah. it means you really wanted me to come.”

woonhak’s face turns red again, but this time, he doesn’t deny it. he just clears his throat and looks away. “whatever.”

you laugh, nudging him again. “thanks for inviting me.”

he glances at you, his expression softening. “yeah,” he murmurs. “of course.”

for a moment, it’s quiet. the teasing from earlier fades away, and all that’s left is the two of you sitting together, the space between you warm and comfortable.

woonhak seems like he wants to say something else, but before he can, there’s a knock at the door.

“hey,” sungho calls from the other side. “we made popcorn if you guys wanna join us.”

woonhak groans. “go away.”

you laugh. “we should go.”

woonhak pouts. “but then they’re just gonna keep messing with me.”

you pat his knee. “i think you’ll survive.”

he sighs dramatically, but when you stand up, he follows.

“fine,” he grumbles, opening the door.

sungho is standing there, looking way too smug.

“have fun?” he asks.

woonhak shoves past him, dragging you along. “i seriously hate you all.”

sungho just chuckles. “love you too, buddy.”

as you settle onto the couch beside woonhak, you can’t help but smile. whatever his hyungs were teasing him about, you still don’t fully understand. but one thing is clear. woonhak really, really wanted you to be here.

and honestly? you’re really, really glad you came.

the rest of the evening is surprisingly normal. well... almost normal, if you ignore the occasional smirks from woonhak’s hyungs and the way woonhak keeps glancing at you like he’s got something on his mind.

you’re all gathered in the living room, a movie playing on the tv. you and woonhak are sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between you, while the others lounge around. riwoo is sitting on the floor, leaning back against the couch, and jaehyun is half-sprawled on one of the armchairs like he owns the place.

taesan is on his phone, not even pretending to watch the movie, while sungho and leehan are quietly making jokes under their breath, barely paying attention.

woonhak, however, is suspiciously silent.

you glance at him. “you okay?”

he blinks like he wasn’t expecting you to ask. “huh? yeah! totally. i’m fine.”

you narrow your eyes at him. “you sure? you’re acting kinda weird.”

he quickly shakes his head. “nope. not weird. totally normal.”

jaehyun snorts. “yeah, he’s so normal right now.”

woonhak shoots him a glare but doesn’t say anything.

you let it slide, deciding not to push him. instead, you focus back on the movie, though every so often, you feel woonhak shifting beside you, like he can’t sit still.

after a while, riwoo stretches his arms above his head, groaning. “okay, i’m bored.”

“same,” taesan mutters, putting his phone down.

sungho glances at woonhak, raising an eyebrow. “should we do it now?”

woonhak’s eyes widen, and for a second, he looks like a deer caught in headlights. then he quickly clears his throat. “uh—yeah. let’s—let’s do that thing.”

you frown. “what thing?”

woonhak stands up way too fast. “nothing! just—me and the hyungs have to go do something real quick.”

you blink, looking around as the rest of the group suddenly gets up as well. “all of you?”

jaehyun nods. “yep. very important. super urgent.”

“but we’ll be back,” sungho adds. “so don’t go anywhere.”

you stare at them, completely confused. “...okay?”

woonhak nods firmly, like he’s trying to convince himself. “great. we’ll be right back.”

before you can question it any further, they all disappear down the hallway, leaving you alone in the living room.

you sit there for a moment, staring at the now-empty space around you. something is definitely going on. woonhak has been acting weird all night, and now all of them are in on something?

you sigh, sinking back into the couch. whatever it is, you’ll find out soon enough.

minutes pass. the movie continues playing in the background, but you barely pay attention.

then, just as you’re about to go looking for them, woonhak suddenly appears in the doorway.

he looks nervous.

“come with me,” he says.

you sit up. “what? why?”

“just... trust me.”

you hesitate but eventually stand. “okay?”

woonhak doesn’t say anything else. he just leads you down the hallway, back toward the living room.

when you step inside, you freeze.

standing in a row in front of the couch are sungho, riwoo, jaehyun, taesan, and leehan. and in each of their hands is a giant poster board with a single word written on it.

“will” “you” “be” “my” “valentine?”

woonhak steps forward, standing in front of them, shifting on his feet.

“uh,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck. “so… surprise?”

you stare.

woonhak looks like he’s about to pass out. “okay, i know this is kinda dramatic, but i—I really wanted to ask you in a special way, and the hyungs wouldn’t stop teasing me, so they made me do it like this, and now—”

“yes.”

woonhak freezes. “...what?”

you smile, feeling your face heat up. “yes. i’ll be your valentine.”

there’s a beat of silence. then—

“LET’S GOOO!”

jaehyun and riwoo start cheering, holding up their signs like they just won a championship game. sungho claps, nodding approvingly, while leehan and taesan just grin.

woonhak, meanwhile, looks like he short-circuited. “wait... really?”

you laugh, stepping closer. “yeah. really.”

he blinks, processing, before breaking into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

the next thing you know, he’s pulling you into a hug, arms wrapping tightly around you.

his hyungs erupt into whistles and teasing comments.

“aww, look at them!” jaehyun coos.

“this is so cute,” riwoo adds. “i think i might cry.”

taesan smirks. “we should make them wear matching outfits now.”

woonhak groans, burying his face in your shoulder. “i hate you guys.”

you just laugh, hugging him back.

honestly? you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

woonhak is beaming.

after you say yes, he doesn’t stop smiling. not even for a second. it’s like his whole face is stuck that way, and honestly, it’s kind of adorable. you can feel how happy he is just by looking at him, and it makes warmth bloom in your chest.

but of course, the moment is far from over, because his hyungs are still in the room.

“our baby,” sungho suddenly sniffs, clutching his chest dramatically.

riwoo nods, pretending to wipe a tear. “he’s all grown up now.”

woonhak groans, pulling away from you just enough to shoot them a glare. “oh my god, stop.”

“no, no, it’s true,” sungho insists, shaking his head. “i remember when you were just a clueless little kid, crushing on them from afar.”

“and now look at you,” riwoo sighs. “making big moves. we’re so proud.”

woonhak turns bright red. “i hate you guys.”

jaehyun smirks, casually crossing his arms. “so, when’s the wedding?”

woonhak chokes on air.

you barely hold back a laugh as he smacks his chest, trying to recover. “wh—what?!”

jaehyun shrugs. “i mean, you pulled off this big, dramatic confession. it’s only natural that the next step is a proposal, right?”

woonhak’s face is burning. “you guys are the worst.”

“i mean, it’s a fair question,” taesan adds, smirking. “do you have a timeline? should we start planning now?”

woonhak lets out a strangled noise. “shut up.”

but before he can suffer any further, leehan suddenly steps forward, holding a piece of paper.

“here,” he says, handing it to you.

you blink, taking it. “what is this?”

taesan leans in. “a contract.”

you look down, reading the words written in messy handwriting:

"by accepting, you agree to endure woonhak’s clinginess forever.”

you burst out laughing.

woonhak, on the other hand, groans, snatching the paper out of your hands. “oh my god, seriously?”

“yep,” leehan nods. “it’s legally binding.”

“where did you even get this?!” woonhak exclaims, waving the paper around.

taesan smirks. “we prepared it ahead of time. just in case.”

“just in case?!”

you’re still laughing as you reach out, gently tugging the contract back. “i mean… i don’t mind.”

woonhak freezes, turning to look at you. “...you don’t?”

you shake your head, smiling. “nope.”

woonhak blinks. for a second, it looks like his brain completely short-circuits.

then, slowly, his lips curve into the softest smile.

his hyungs erupt.

“oh my god,” sungho gasps, clutching his chest. “they really like him.”

riwoo fake wipes his eyes again. “this is too much. i’m getting emotional.”

jaehyun just grins. “guess we really do need to start planning a wedding, huh?”

woonhak whips around, pointing at all of them. “if you guys don’t leave right now—”

they all laugh, clearly having the time of their lives.

you watch the chaos unfold, still smiling. despite all the teasing, woonhak is so happy. you can see it in the way his eyes shine, the way he keeps glancing at you like he can’t believe this is real.

and honestly? you feel the same way.

maybe the teasing will never stop. maybe his hyungs will never let him live this down.

but if it means being with woonhak?

you don’t mind at all

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raqi-marr · 2 days ago

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affini that was uplifted from a species of giant tree and prefers to remain immobile rather than moving around. she doesn't have many opportunities to get new florets as a result, so the moment a cutie comes in range of her, she nabs them on the spot

she's not got a lab to grow a haustorium in, so instead, she implants her floret the old-fashioned way; by winding her own tree roots into the cutie's body and gradually replacing her nervous system with them. when she's done, the precious little thing can't really move very far away from her any more, but she doesn't need to: her owner is connected to all the other sessile affini via the network of mycelium that runs under their forest, and so they can all speak and communicate with each-other as if they were right there

she connects her pet to it as well, and the cutie gets to chat to all the other florets and affini in the forest as if they were inside of her own head. within a year, she won't even remember why she used to like running around, because it's so much better to just share senses with everyone else. if she wants to see something, she can just ask one of the affini nearby to show her through their eyes. and if she wants to feel something, well; there are no shortage of pets and plants alike happy to oblige her

#hdg #human domestication guide #affini #floretposting

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aila0veyou · 2 days ago

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I’ve been rewatching Death Note lately, and since I’ll be spending another Valentine’s Day alone, I figured why not write something to make myself feel better<3

LOVE NOTE

tw: female reader, oc introduction, dark content, depressing thoughts, cheating, heartbreak, obsessive behavior, stalking, non-consensual touching, pseudocest, older man/younger woman (not underage), bad writing. This fic is inspired by the deadly notebook from the 2006 anime Death Note, but the rest of the story is purely a work of my imagination. Please proceed with caution.

The entire school was drenched in red and pink. Paper hearts lined the walls, roses sat in vases along the hallways, and every step you took seemed to land in a world overflowing with love. With Valentine's Day just around the corner, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement.

Couples leaned into each other, exchanging whispered affections, while hopeful romantics nervously confessed their feelings, eager to claim a valentine before the big day arrived. Love was in the air...sweet, overwhelming, and impossible to ignore.

Just a cruel reminder of something you could never have.

Love had always felt foreign to you, like a language everyone else spoke fluently while you struggled to understand even the basics. Call it dramatic, but no one had ever truly loved you. Every crush you’d ever had led to nothing, fading into disappointment before it could become something real. The ones who did show interest? They were never serious. Some were toxic, some were just rebounding, and some only saw you as a temporary distraction. None of them truly wanted you. Not in the way that mattered.

You had never been in a real relationship. Never been loved.

You envied your friends...if they even deserved to be called that. Your classmates, too, jumping in and out of relationships like it was the easiest thing in the world. They’d sit around, giggling and blushing as they gushed about their love lives, from romantic dates to thoughtful gifts, and even the intimate things they did behind closed doors.

You never had much to add to those conversations. So you just listened. Like you always did.

They never once thought to set you up with someone...not that you expected them to. In their eyes, you were the "inexperienced" one, the girl who prioritized academics and self-love over romance. Too busy. Too serious. As if love was something you had no interest in.

You moved through the rest of the day with a blank expression, forcing yourself to focus on your classes while trying to ignore the suffocating atmosphere of love in the air. Lunch was no different. You sat with your group, quietly picking at your food while they excitedly discussed their plans for the big day. Valentine’s. And, of course, the Dancing Hearts competition, the school’s grand event that everyone was required to attend.

They always acted so shocked when a few of you (including you, obviously) still hadn’t secured a date for the dance. As if it were some great tragedy. As if you hadn’t been alone every other year.

The rest of the day passed in a dull blur with just you, mindlessly scribbling down notes, barely registering the lesson as the familiar weight of loneliness pressed against your chest.

When the final bell rang, the halls filled with nervous excitement. All across the school grounds, students made grand, dramatic confessions to their crushes, love-struck and breathless. Meanwhile, others (yourself included) were stuck staying late, forced to help decorate the gym under the watchful eyes of teachers who had been assigned to supervise.

By the time the teachers finally dismissed everyone, the gym was only half-finished, decorations still scattered and incomplete. Not that it mattered to you. The sooner this was over, the sooner you could go home.

You had already texted your dad to pick you up, and now you stood outside the school gates, waiting. The cold night air nipped at your skin, and you instinctively hugged yourself, shifting on your feet. The streets were quiet, save for the occasional distant hum of passing vehicles. Most students had already left, except for a few lingering groups chatting under the streetlights, their muffled laughter carrying through the air.

You barely paid them any mind. Your gaze was drawn upward instead.

The sky stretched wide above you, a vast canvas of deep blues and blacks, with only a few stars managing to peek through the drifting clouds. The moon hung pale and distant, its soft glow casting a faint silver light over the region.

It was beautiful.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to get lost in it, admiring how peaceful everything seemed... Until something slammed into your face with a light thud!

You let out a sharp gasp, stumbling back as a stinging sensation bloomed across your cheek. Whatever had hit you landed at your feet with a dull thump.

You blinked, startled.

It's a notebook... A black notebook?

Frowning, you rubbed your cheek and looked around. But the street was empty, and there were no open windows or rooftops where it could have fallen from.

Your heart thudded strangely as you slowly bent down, fingers brushing over the smooth, cool cover. The title was embossed in bold, elegant print:

LOVE NOTE.

A strange chill ran down your spine.

Somewhere in the distance, a streetlight flickered. And for the first time that night, you felt like someone was watching you.

You flipped through its pages, finding them completely blank. But when you turned the notebook over, your eyes widened slightly at the sight of neatly written text on the back cover, a list of rules on how to use the… Love Note?

• To activate the Love Note, the writer must think about the target's face while writing their full name. Without these conditions, the effect will not take place.

• The writer must specify who the target will fall in love with.

• Once written, the target will develop uncontrollable feelings toward the chosen person within 24 hours. These feelings will manifest as love, obsession, lust, or devotion, depending on the writer’s intent.

• The effects of the Love Note are irreversible unless the writer destroys the page before 24 hours have passed.

• If a name is written twice with a new love interest, the previous bond will be severed violently, often leading to heartbreak, resentment, or madness.

• The Love Note cannot force genuine love. Only attachment, obsession, or lust. If the target already has strong romantic feelings for another, their emotions will distort, turning into possessiveness or desperation.

• If the chosen person rejects the target too many times, the target’s emotions may turn dangerous, resulting in self-destruction, violence, or obsession.

• The Love Note only works on humans. It has no effect on objects, animals, or any supernatural beings.

• If the owner of the Love Note dies, the effects on all targets will remain permanent.

Your brows furrowed as you read through each rule, skepticism creeping in. Was this some kind of prank? A joke left behind by some students for valentine's day?

Before you could dwell on it further, a sudden honk startled you. Looking up, you spotted your dad pulling up on his motorcycle. Quickly, you stuffed the notebook into your bag, not wanting to explain why you were standing there reading what looked like a love spell book.

Without hesitation, you jogged over and hopped onto the back of the motorcycle, gripping onto your dad as the two of you rode off into the night.

Later that evening, you lay in bed, wrapped in your blanket like a burrito, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. You jumped from one distraction to another, reading fanfics, chatting with character AI, watching anime such as hentai, just to feel something, anything to fill the hollow ache inside you. But no matter what you did, that feeling of emptiness clung to you like a shadow, your mind drifting back to past relationships...if you could even call them that.

You blinked away the wetness gathering in your eyes, sniffling quietly before sitting up. Deciding to distract yourself with schoolwork, you shuffled over to your desk, rummaging through your bag to pull out your lecture notebooks only to pause when your fingers brushed against something unfamiliar.

The Love Note.

Your breath hitched slightly as you pulled it out, your gaze locking onto the bold letters on the cover. You stared at it for a moment before flipping it over, once again rereading the neatly written rules on the back.

With a deep sigh, you flipped open the notebook to its blank pages. Grabbing a pen, you hovered it over the paper, hesitating. Who should you write?

Your mind raced, sifting through many different names of the people you knew. After a moment of thinking, your grip on the pen tightened, and before you even fully processed the decision, your hand moved on its own.

Ivan Volkov x Lucy Everhart

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

The words sat there, staring back at you, absurd yet strangely thrilling. You swallowed, heart pounding against your ribs as you stared at what you had just written. Would it actually work?

Ivan was one of the school’s heartthrob. Handsome, charming, and a bit of a delinquent. As a star player on the basketball team, he had his own fan club, with many girls crushing on him and plenty of boys envying his fame. Unfortunately for them, he was already taken.

His girlfriend, Stella, was everything. A confident, intelligent class president who excelled in academics and had the poise of someone destined for greatness. They’d been together for over a year, and their relationship was known as the ideal "power couple" dynamic.

But, of course, gossip always finds a way. Whispers about Ivan possibly having a crush on Stella’s best friend, Lucy, floated around. Lucy was the quiet, gothic girl who stood out because of her beauty and introverted nature. She was the opposite of Stella in nearly every way. Most people wrote off the rumors as nothing more than attempts to stir drama, but despite that, some still wondered if there was any truth to it.

You thought, why not give Ivan a little push?

You weren’t sure what you expected to come from it, but you couldn’t help the nagging curiosity. You checked your phone, scrolling through your classmates’ group chat, hoping for some fresh gossip. After a while, you gave up. You realized just how ridiculous you were being. It wasn’t going to happen, was it?

With a heavy sigh, you closed the Love Note, pushing it aside as you focused on something more sensible, writing down the day’s lectures in your notebook so you could finally rest.

Completely unaware of the damage you have done.

Oh, you were such an adorable little thing in Pina's eyes. A tiny, fragile soul drowning in loneliness, silently envying those who had what you never did. Love. Affection. A place to belong.

He had been watching you for a while now, fascinated by the way you moved through life in dull shades of gray and blue. No warmth. No spark. Just a girl going through the motions, carrying the weight of a complicated, distant family and friendships that felt more like obligations.

The demon of love had always found the lives of mortals fascinating, watching them stumble through life, clinging to the belief that love was something sacred. They faced challenges, endured suffering, and sacrificed for the ones they cherished, all in the name of that fleeting emotion.

Some called him a darker version of cupid, others compared him to an incubus, but he was far more than that. He was a being who gifted love to humanity, weaving hope into their hearts only to watch as that same love consumed them, turning into pain, obsession, and despair. Nothing delighted him more than witnessing the way love, so beautiful at first, could unravel into something monstrous.

And lately, his newest fascination was YOU, the girl who had never truly experienced love, so different from the others he had encountered.

He wasn’t sure what exactly drew him in. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself, silent yet observant, blending into the background yet never quite invisible. There was a weight in your gaze, a quiet longing buried beneath layers of indifference. You watched others bask in affection, soaking in their happiness like a starving soul denied a feast. And yet, you never reached out, never dared to claim it for yourself.

How tragic.

How utterly delicious.

Pina had seen many hearts shatter, but yours… yours had yet to be touched, yet to truly bleed. And that, more than anything, made you the perfect subject for his little game.

With his ability to remain unseen by mortal eyes, he had the luxury of observing you without interruption. He watched as you groggily woke up to the sharp beeping of your alarm, your face contorting in mild annoyance before you forced yourself out of bed. He took note of the little details of how you moved through your morning routine, the way you showered, carefully picked your outfit, and adjusted your hair just right. He memorized your habits, the small quirks that made you who you were, the way you tapped your fingers against the desk when deep in thought, how your lips pressed together when you were annoyed, and even the fleeting smiles you gave when lost in a daydream.

He knew what made your heart race, what stirred frustration in you, and what dulled the light in your eyes. And the more he watched, the more fascinated he became.

Realizing that Valentine's Day was just around the corner and that you had no one to spend it with, doomed to another year of loneliness and self-pity, he decided to offer you a little something to make this special day more… interesting. With a mischievous grin, he deliberately let his Love Note slip from his grasp, watching in amusement as it landed squarely on your face. A soft chuckle escaped him as he observed your confused expression, the way you glanced around, searching for any clue as to where the mysterious little gift had come from.

His large hand enveloped yours, guiding the pen across the page as you unknowingly surrendered to his will. He hovered behind you, his towering presence pressing close, the heat of his body seeping through your thin clothes. His lips ghosted over the curve of your neck, a teasing kiss, followed by a slow, deliberate lick that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Such a good girl…" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper in your ear, rich with amusement. His other hand moved freely, fingers squeezing the roundness of your breast, grazing over your waist before trailing lower, exploring, tempting, yet careful not to wake you from your oblivious state. He chuckled softly against your skin, watching in satisfaction as you unknowingly sealed the fate of those whose names now stained the pages of the Love Note.

He watched with a devilish grin as you arrived at school, the air thick with whispers and gossip about what had happened the night before. Rumors spread like wildfire, students who lived in the same apartment complex as Lucy claimed to have seen her letting Ivan in during the late hours of the night. Those who lived even closer swore they heard unmistakable sounds of wet, rhythmic noises, breathless moans, gasps, and curses echoing through the walls.

Pina’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched the color drain from your face. You stood frozen, listening to the murmurs around you, heart pounding in disbelief. Across the hall, Lucy moved through the crowd, ignoring the stares and hushed conversations, her expression unreadable as she retrieved something from her locker.

Then came the confirmation. Ivan strutted past her, his hand landing on her ass with a sharp smack before giving it a firm squeeze. A playful pout crossed Lucy’s lips, her cheeks dusted pink as she shut her locker and hurried after him without hesitation.

The moment she disappeared from view, the whispers exploded.

"Oh my gosh, did you see that?"

"There's no way it's just a rumor now."

"Poor Stella… she's gonna lose it."

Pina chuckled to himself. The chaos had only just begun. And you... Oh, you had no idea what you’d just set in motion.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. You barely registered your classes, your mind drifting elsewhere, tangled in endless thoughts. Was it just a coincidence? Could it really be possible that a few scribbled words in that notebook had shattered a long-term relationship overnight?

It didn’t make sense. It was ridiculous. Impossible. And yet… the timing was too perfect.

Your fingers fidgeted with your pen as doubt crept in. Had you really caused this? Had you truly made Ivan cheat on Stella with just a name and a few words?

A shiver ran down your spine. If it was real… then what else could the Love Note do?

That day, you let your curiosity run wild, filling the first few pages of the Love Note with the names of friends, classmates, and even teachers. It was a thrilling, twisted experiment, one that sent shivers down your spine, whether from excitement or something darker, you weren’t quite sure.

Some names were written with good intentions. You helped your shy male friend by making his longtime crush suddenly see him as attractive, her gaze lingering on him in ways it never had before. You smirked when you noticed the popular girl, who had built her reputation on humiliating others, growing flustered and bashful around the nervous introvert she used to torment. Watching her get pouty and restless whenever he ignored her was almost too satisfying.

But then, there were your darker experiments. With a wicked grin, you jotted down the name of a teacher you despised, pairing him with one of his students. The effect was subtle at first with lingering glances, an almost predatory hunger in his eyes whenever the student spoke. You shuddered, both disgusted and fascinated by how easily the Love Note twisted people’s hearts.

Then, for the final test, you pushed a boundary even though you hadn’t considered it before. You wrote down the names of the school's beloved transfer students, who happened to be step-siblings. Just for fun. Just to see what would happen.

Later that day, when you slipped behind the school building, your heart pounded at what you saw.

The older sibling had his younger sister trapped against the brick wall, his hand gripping her waist while his other hand tangled in her hair, keeping her close too close. Their lips moved together in a heated, frantic rhythm, bodies pressed flush against each other. A soft whimper escaped her as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tightening possessively around her hip.

She should have pushed him away. But instead, her hands clutched at his blazer, gripping the fabric as if torn between resistance and desire.

A heat spread through your chest. This is real. You had done this.

And no one even knew.

A devilish thrill coursed through your veins as you clutched the notebook tighter.

What else could you do?

Pina watched in amusement as you eagerly experimented with his Love Note, his devilish grin widening with every name you scribbled onto the page. He giggled wickedly at the chaos unfolding before him, entertained by your sinful curiosity.

He found it adorable. The way you played matchmaker with such innocence, only to indulge in darker whims moments later. The school was practically buzzing with drama because of you, yet you remained oblivious to the true weight of your actions.

By the end of the day, you felt a mix of giddiness and nervousness, your heart racing at the mess you had created. You had filled nearly an entire page with names, each one influencing lives in ways you could barely comprehend.

Pina watched the lingering smile on your lips with a teasing smirk of his own. However, that smile didn’t last long.

Curiosity, or perhaps desperation, led you to write down your own name alongside your current crush’s name, Asher, on the notebook. He was one of the cool, effortlessly talented guys at school, known for his incredible art skills. You had admired him from afar for a while, and now, with the Love Note in your hands, you wanted to see if it could finally bring him closer to you.

Sitting in the gym during a short break after helping with the decorations, you let your pen glide across the page:

Asher Monroe x [Y/N]

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞.

Then, you waited.

Asher was in the same room, also assigned to decorate the place, moving effortlessly as he adjusted banners and arranged lights. But as the minutes passed, nothing happened.

He didn’t glance your way. He didn’t approach you. He barely even acknowledged your presence.

Frowning, you gripped the pen tighter and tried again, this time adding more desperate words.

Asher Monroe x [Y/N]

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞.

You glanced up, hoping for some kind of reaction but Asher remained the same, lost in his task, completely unaware of your silent plea.

The realization hit you like a cold wave.

The Love Note… didn’t work on you.

You tried scribbling down your name again over and over as if sheer persistence could change the outcome. Nothing.

Frustration built in your chest as you tested other names, mixing yours with different people in the gym. Still nothing.

It wasn’t fair.

By the time you finally gave up, the school has already asked the remaining students to go home, and you were left with a deep frown on your face. You barely paid attention on the way home, your mind stuck on the cruel realization that the Love Note, this powerful little book that twisted the lives of others, refused to work on you.

Collapsing onto your bed with a tired sigh, you stared at the ceiling, the day’s events replaying in your head. Why?

Before you left school, you had tried one last experiment. Instead of using your own name, you wrote down two of your teachers’ names, just to see if the notebook was still functioning properly.

And it worked.

You had seen the subtle shift in their gazes, the way their interactions grew strangely heated, proving once again that the Love Note was real.

So then… why?

Why didn’t it work on you?

You let out a frustrated groan, pushing yourself up from your bed before dragging your tired body toward your desk. Your school bag sat there, untouched since you got home, as if taunting you. With a huff, you unzipped it and pulled out the Love Note, its black cover feeling heavier in your hands than before.

Flipping through its pages, you reread the names you had written earlier, the careless scribbles that had twisted people’s lives in one day. Every stroke of ink had power, shaping love, lust, obsession. Every name, every pair, every fantasy you had created came to life... Except yours.

Your fingers brushed over the page where your own name was scrawled over and over again, paired with different people. The ink stood stark against the paper, mocking you, taunting you.

Why?

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your hand running through your hair in frustration. How could something so powerful work so flawlessly for everyone else but not for you?

Was this a cruel joke? Some divine punishment?

Your chest ached with the weight of the unfairness, of the rejection. The one thing that could have given you the love you longed for, the romance that had always been just out of reach, refused to grant you that happiness.

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you blinked them away. No, this wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair at all.

"Now, now, there's no need for tears, love..." A deep, velvety voice purred from nowhere, sending a chill straight down your spine.

Your lamp flickered once. Twice. Then the light steadied, bathing your room in a dim glow. And that's when you saw him.

A man… No, a demon. An inky-black feathered demon sprawled effortlessly across your bed, his presence both commanding and sinfully relaxed, as if he owned the very bed he lay upon.

He lay on his side, watching you. One arm propped up, supporting his head, his golden eyes smoldering with dark amusement. The other hand rested lazily at his waist, fingers grazing his bare skin, dangerously close to the waistband of his low-slung pants. His long, toned body stretched effortlessly across the mattress, one leg bent just enough to look inviting...enticing. Everything about him was deliberate, controlled, and dangerous.

But it was his gaze that truly made your breath hitched.

He wasn’t just looking at you. He was studying you, eyes tracing every twitch, every unsteady rise and fall of your chest, every ounce of confusion and fear flooding your expression.

A slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips, and just like that, panic hit you all at once.

A sharp scream tore from your throat, and as you jerked back in alarm, your chair tilted too far, sending you tumbling to the ground with a sharp thud!

Then a quiet chuckle escaped from him. "Falling for me already?"

WHAT. THE. HELL.

"Who the hell are you!? And why are you on my bed?!" you shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him.

The demon only chuckled, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he lazily stretched, his wings shifting slightly behind him.

"No need to act so surprised, darling." he purred, his voice dripping with honeyed mischief. "I am Pina, the Demon of Love. That little notebook you've been having so much fun with? It used to be mine." His smirk widened as he tilted his head, eyes raking over you with an almost predatory delight. "And judging by the delightful chaos you've caused in just one day, I'd say you're quite enjoying my gift."

"You… you're saying you're a demon? And that you own this notebook?"

"Correct." Pina’s smirk didn’t waver, his dark eyes watching you with a glint of amusement.

You swallowed, gripping the Love Note tightly in your hands. "Wait, you said this notebook was your gift. What do you mean by that?"

The demon let out a low, silky chuckle, tilting his head as if entertained by your curiosity. "Exactly what it sounds like, love. A special little present, just for you."

Your brows furrowed. "Did you… purposely drop this notebook for me that night?"

Pina hummed, tapping a finger against his lips in mock thought before grinning. "Mmm… perhaps. Or perhaps it simply found its way to you because you were meant to have it." His voice dropped to something smoother, more intimate. "Tell me, have you enjoyed using it?"

You shot him in an uncertain glare, still feeling both suspicious and shaken at the fact that you were talking to an actual demon, a being you had only ever believed to exist in the pages of the Bible.

"I... I don't know." you admitted, gripping the Love Note tighter. "It was fun, but it also felt wrong."

Pina tilted his head, "Hm? But tell me… if it felt so wrong, then why did you keep writing?"

Your breath hitched. He knew. Of course, he did. He was a demon, the owner of this notebook. There was no hiding anything from him.

"I-I also have a question..." you stammered, trying to steer the conversation away from his unnerving gaze. "Earlier, I tried writing my name in the Love Note along with another student's name, but… nothing happened."

Pina's smirk widened, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement as he propped himself up on one elbow. "Ah… so you tried to use my gift for yourself?" His voice was teasing, almost mocking. "And let me guess… no matter how many times you wrote it, no matter how desperately you scribbled, your sweet little wish never came true."

Your grip tightened around the notebook, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Then how does it work?" you demanded, voice laced with impatience. "Why is it that I, the one writing in it, can’t experience its power?"

Pina let out a soft chuckle, stretching his arms before shifting to sit up. His wings ruffled slightly as he ran a hand through his dark feathers, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, love," he sighed, voice dripping with condescension. "Did you really think something as powerful as this would bend to your will so easily?"

You swallowed, trying not to flinch as he slowly slid off the bed, his movements graceful yet unnervingly deliberate. He was close now, closer than he had any right to be.

"Then why did you give it to me?" you shot back, refusing to step away even as his presence sent a shiver down your spine.

Pina smirked, tilting his head as he observed you with an unsettling kind of fondness. "Because I enjoy watching you unravel." he said smoothly. "Seeing you toy with something you don’t fully understand… the excitement, the thrill, it’s more entertaining than anything I’ve witnessed in decades."

You swallowed hard but held your ground. "You think this is... funny?"

He leaned in closer, his warmth nearly brushing against you, voice smooth like silk. "I think it's fascinating."

His golden eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering just a second too long before locking onto your gaze again. "The way your heart races… the way your breath hitches when you realize what you’re capable of. You can create love, destroy it, and bend it to your will." His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch barely there, teasing.

You frowned, gripping the notebook tightly as you met his piercing golden gaze. "Tell me, Pina…"

For a moment, something flickered in his expression at the sound of his name on your lips, an emotion you couldn’t quite place. But just as quickly, it vanished, replaced by that ever-present smirk.

"Is love really never meant for someone like me?"

Pina let out a low chuckle, stepping closer with an effortless grace. "Now, now, love… Who put such a tragic idea in your head?" His voice was smooth, dripping with amusement, but his eyes held something deeper, something unreadable.

Before you could answer, his fingers brushed against your cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin with a gentleness that felt almost out of place. Then, in one slow, deliberate movement, his hand shifted, gripping your chin and tilting your face up toward him.

"Love comes in many forms…" he murmured, leaning in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your lips. "But tell me, my little heartbeat..." his grip tightened just enough to make your breath hitch, "is it love that you truly crave? Or the intoxicating thrill of being wanted, of becoming the object of someone's deepest and darkest desire?"

As if to drive his point further, his other hand slid around your waist, fingers pressing firmly against your back as he pulled you closer. The space between you disappeared in an instant, the warmth of his body radiating against yours. His smirk deepened, his voice dropping lower, silkier.

"Because if that’s what you seek…" he purred, tilting your chin up with a featherlight touch, "then let me show you what it means to be truly desired… deeply, endlessly. No fleeting human affection, just pure, unshaken devotion."

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope I'm not too late. I was planning to post this yesterday, but it wasn't quite finished at the time. Heart's day was pretty uneventful for me (except for the fact that I received a sunflower from a guy at school, hehe) Thank you for reading! ♡♡♡

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It’s hard to believe where they started compared to where they are now. They still argue, still have to pretend they don’t want to rip each other’s clothes off all the time, still have to make people believe their relationship is only that of professor and teaching assistant. It’s hard to keep up, and she knows that’s why he booked them a hotel outside the city. Valentine’s Day weekend no less. He’s being romantic.

Worth the hard work of keeping a secret, I would say 🤭🥰

She watches as he sheds his clothing, and she’ll never tire of looking at him or that surprisingly lean body he hides. If all the students who have a crush on him knew what Imogen does, they would lose their minds.

🤭🤭🤭

Cocking her head to the side, she narrows her eyes. “What?” He shakes his head slightly. “Come here,” he mutters into the quiet room, his voice bouncing off the tiled walls.

Urgh I just love little moment like that 😍

With a smile, she glides through the water until she’s straddling his thighs, arms around his neck. He leans forward and captures her lips in a demanding kiss.

🥰🥰🥰

He looks up at her. His cheeks have flushed from the heat in the room and the alcohol coursing through his system, and he looks almost nervous. “No,” he says, and she hears the hesitation in his voice. “I don’t do this.” He gestures at the champagne, the bathtub, and maybe even the hotel room. “Take women on Valentine’s dates?” He shakes his head. “Never.” He takes a deep breath.

It's so cute how shy and nervous he is about it 🥺

“Does that scare you?” She comes back to herself, eyes meeting his again. “No,” she says, voice quiet at first. “I’m just confused.” “Confused?” “Robert, you’re a catch,” she says, tugging on his hair gently. “You’re attractive, successful, and romantic when you want to be.”

Period

Leaning forward, she kisses him passionately while his hands find her ass in the water and pull her closer to him. Her cunt grazes his erection, and she gasps into his mouth. “Too late for that, Professor,” she mutters, voice light and breathless. “Because this is pretty damn romantic.”

🤭🤭🤭

rose blush | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc

a gold rush fic

SUMMARY: Professor Bob has a special surprise for his TA on Valentine's Day.

WARNINGS: fluff, allusions to smut, age gap (mid 20s/late 30s), power imbalance, brief mention of past relationships. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1k

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SPECIAL THANKS to @laracrofted who said Professor Bob gives off strong Valentine's Day vibes. I had to agree, even if his deliciously grumpy ass would deny it. So, enjoy a candlelit bubble bath with our favorite professor. Thank you, Ames!

“Robert Floyd, you didn’t.”

They’ve already had an amazing dinner at a restaurant with red wine and delicious pasta, and now he’s only gone and done this.

“I didn’t,” he whispers in her ear, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. “The hotel staff did.”

She smacks his arm, but can’t fight the grin spreading across her face. The filled bathtub stands in front of them with lit candles all around the edge and rose petals sprinkled over the bubbly water. An ice bucket with champagne and two glasses sits on a tray straddling the edges of the tub, and her heart sings for this man.

“Go on,” he breathes against her skin.

She turns in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, and rises to her toes. “You’re coming with me.”

He chuckles and pecks her lips. “Wasn’t even up for debate, baby.”

He slides one of the thin straps off her shoulder, leans down to kiss her collarbone. A shiver runs down her spine, and a breathy laugh tickles her skin. He knows what he’s doing when he pulls the other strap down, too.

With a few tugs, the dress falls in a pool of red fabric on the bathroom floor. The professor’s eyes travel the expanse of her body with a hungry look, like he’s ready to devour her.

She feels powerful. Seductive.

Stepping closer, he lifts a hand and runs his finger along the underside of her breast while keeping his eyes locked on hers. She shivers as his fingertip grazes her nipple, and it pebbles immediately.

She holds her breath, but can’t fight the shiver running through her. It makes the professor smile in a way that makes him look younger, and he leans down to kiss her. Gentle but hungry. Possessive.

“The water’s gonna get cold,” she reminds him.

“Right,” he whispers, leaning back a little. “Let’s get these off you.” He reaches for her panties and carefully drags the red lace down her legs. At a quick tap to her ankle, she steps out of them and Bob tosses them aside.

Rising from the floor, he offers his hand for balance as she steps in and she takes it, still amazed by the size difference.

As she sinks beneath the surface of the water, letting herself be engulfed by bubbles and rose petals, Bob undresses. She watches as he sheds his clothing, and she’ll never tire of looking at him or that surprisingly lean body he hides. If all the students who have a crush on him knew what Imogen does, they would lose their minds.

But she’s not willing to share.

He joins her in the water and reaches for the chilled champagne, pouring a glass for each of them.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Imogen,” he says, voice deep and rumbly. Hearing him say her name makes her stomach flip, even all these months later.

She clinks her glass against his. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

She tips the glass back, enjoying the way it fizzles down her throat. When she puts her glass down, Bob’s watching her with a burning look in his eyes.

Cocking her head to the side, she narrows her eyes. “What?”

He shakes his head slightly. “Come here,” he mutters into the quiet room, his voice bouncing off the tiled walls.

With a smile, she glides through the water until she’s straddling his thighs, arms around his neck. He leans forward and captures her lips in a demanding kiss.

She’s not sure how long they stay like that, just kissing each other and being close, but she feels the moment he gets aroused.

She pulls back with a grin, fingers playing with the damp hair at his nape. “I knew shower sex was your thing, but bath sex too? You’re ready anywhere, huh, Professor?”

His arms tighten around her waist, pulling her even closer to him, and their foreheads press together. “I don’t do this.”

She frowns, pulling back. “What, bath sex? I was joking.”

“Take women on Valentine’s dates?”

He shakes his head. “Never.”

Her brows shoot up. “Ever?”

“Ever,” he confirms.

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a girlfriend?”

Now he looks almost offended. “I’ve had girlfriends,” he tells her. “It just never lasted very long.”

She goes quiet, and silence hangs heavy in the air. Only the faint sound of bubbling champagne and flickering flames from the lit candles fill the room.

He takes a deep breath. “Does that scare you?”

She comes back to herself, eyes meeting his again. “No,” she says, voice quiet at first. “I’m just confused.”

“Confused?”

“Robert, you’re a catch,” she says, tugging on his hair gently. “You’re attractive, successful, and romantic when you want to be.”

“I don’t want to be romantic,” he says, hands travel down her back.

Leaning forward, she kisses him passionately while his hands find her ass in the water and pull her closer to him. Her cunt grazes his erection, and she gasps into his mouth.

“Too late for that, Professor,” she mutters, voice light and breathless. “Because this is pretty damn romantic.”

His hands knead her ass as his lips leave open-mouthed kisses all over her neck, his tongue tasting her skin. “I’ll show you romantic.”

He makes good on that promise.

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Epilogue

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Love you all - Aoif

*6 months later*

It’s cold in Italy; it's unseasonably frosty but dry, at least. Marc steadies himself on the driveway, taking some deep breaths from behind the wheel. He refused a lift from the airport, choosing instead a hire car to ensure a quick escape if it’s needed. Now he’s sitting in the car, trying not to have a panic attack.

He stares up at the imposing building in front of him. The ranch house sits proudly at the edge of the property– all brick and wood with big windows which probably spill the light in during summer. It has changed, from ten years ago. Marc doesn’t know why that shocks him. His hands are shaking.

He cannot fathom what he’s doing here, in Tavullia on a random Monday in January. In a few weeks, he’ll be at the Ducati factory, filming and testing as their newest rider. He thinks he might be insane.

Valentino must have heard him pulling in, the loose scattering of gravel crunching under the wheels. Marc can see movement inside; his heart is beating out of his chest.

Things between him and Vale have been better, since Aragon. It has taken a lot of awkward conversation and a couple of fuck ups to even get to this stage. Marc’s slowly been getting used to the boys, whilst keeping Vale far away from his family (who still haven’t come around). They have been tentatively dating, trying to figure out how to fit into each other’s lives without implosion.

Marc has refused anything more than a couple of low-key dates on race weekends and spending time in Vale’s hotel room. Meeting on non-neutral ground feels like a big step, and now Marc is here, back where it all went so wrong the first time, potentially feeding himself to the lions.

He screws his eyes shut and breathes deeply. Alex will be here at the weekend. They will get through it. He steels himself to unflex his fingers from where they grip the steering wheel. His knuckles are white.

The front door to the house creeps open, Valentino emerging from behind. After all of these years, he still makes Marc slightly breathless. It has been a long time since he’s seen Valentino like this, dressed in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, his socked feet without shoes. Marc climbs out of the car, heading around the back to grab his bag before locking the doors and shuffling forward.

Vale stands on the threshold, looking as unsure as Marc feels - his hands reach forward before pulling back. Marc decides for him, wrapping his arms around Valentino and allowing the older man to pull him in and press his lips to the crown of Marc’s head. Marc smiles into his chest. It is good to know that he is not the only one who is nervous.

When they pull apart, Marc tilts his head towards Valentino and finds soft eyes already watching him, startlingly blue in the morning light. Valentino’s lips twitch upwards as he tilts his head down to brush a kiss against Marc’s mouth.

Valentino takes Marc’s bag before he can protest, lugging it down the hall and setting it down in what Marc assumes is Valentino’s room. There is a bike sitting by the footboard, one of Vale’s. Marc’s breath hitches, the rumours were true then. The sheets look fresh, untouched. The sun filters through the large windows located adjacent to the bed. Valentino shows no signs of hesitance in welcoming Marc into his home. It makes Marc’s heart contract, beating double time at the show of familiarity and trust.

The unease slowly slips off Marc’s shoulders like satin as he relaxes into the space. It’s just the two of them for now. It’s nice, there is a settled kind of peace in the air – a contentedness rolling off both of them. Valentino tugs him around the house, giving him a tour. He never got to this point last time, only saw brief flashes of parts of the house back in 2014. He pushes the memory away and smiles as one of Valentino’s dogs trails curiously behind them, occasionally nudging a wet nose into the back of Marc’s knees.

He could settle here, Marc thinks. The thought catches him off guard and makes him do a double-take. He stares at the gentle slope of Valentino’s shoulders underneath his too-large t-shirt. The way he looks so soft and gentle here. Marc doesn’t realise that he’s stopped, even when he feels the soft brush of fur against his calves as the dog pushes past him. Valentino pauses, looking back over his shoulder. His face is relaxed, his eyes adoring, tinged with concern as he notices Marc has paused.

“Marc, Angelo, what’s wrong?” He says, striding back, cupping his face gently. His gaze tracks over Marc's frame, assessing for hurt or pain, his hand grazing over Marc’s arm.

Over the past 3 months, Valentino has relearned Marc’s body. It was difficult, to come to terms with the chronic pain Marc faces daily. Sometimes, Marc would shuffle into his hotel room, late after a race, his arm stiff by his side, looking dazed and in pain. Every time, Valentino would run a bath and painstakingly massage his arm and shoulder until the pain lessened, kissing away the tears which gathered in Marc’s lash line.

It has been difficult for Marc to allow himself to be looked after; he is learning though. Now, he just smiles, small and closed-lip. He kisses Vale, once, twice.

“Nothing, mi amour. I love you.” He whispers.

Valentino answers with a grin and a soft “I love you too”.

It is worth everything to Marc.

Cohabiting with someone you used to hate is odd.

They spend two days in a strange kind of domestic bliss. Their nights are spent wrapped around each other in Vale’s bed, satiated and sleepy. Valentino wakes up every morning to prepare Marc a coffee, just how he likes it, and delivers it with a sweet kiss. In the intervals between cooking or meetings, Valentino wraps his arms around Marc from behind and kisses his forehead softly.

Marc thinks he could get used to domestic bliss.

Valentino whines and complains when Marc asks to use the gym.

(“You’re supposed to be on a break”)

But he sits and watches Marc work out each time without fail, revelling in the way Marc flushes prettily when he catches Vale staring.

(Cardio usually ends up being done in the bedroom).

On Wednesday, Valentino pulls Marc towards the garage to show him the impressive bike selection he keeps. Valentino has spent years (and a lot of money) amassing his collection, including a few of his old MotoGP ones. Marc looks awed, his fingers trailing over handlebars and pausing on the bright ‘46’ of Vale’s 2005 Yamaha. Valentino watches with adoring eyes.

Marc is holding back a million questions, crouching to inspect each machine before moving on to the next. He appears at home among the bikes. Even so, Vale can tell Marc is antsy without one to ride. He desperately wants to appease Marc and show him around the track but also recognises the history here. Marc won't ask to ride, not after last time, and Valentino's pushing won’t go down well.

Valentino pretends to fiddle with a bike, tuning it up a bit, watching as Marc becomes more impatient. He hopes to time it perfectly, waiting until the last minute to ensure the younger man will agree.

“We can ride, if you’d like?” Vale asks quietly.

Marc’s answering grin is wide.

Valentino hurries to pull out the bike he’s been tuning for Marc, unable to contain his excitement. The deep red ‘93’ is already in place.

When he turns back, Marc is half undressed, always so eager. But he has stopped still at the sight of the bike. He inches forward, running his hands across the throttle, a questioning look in his eyes. Valentino laughs uncomfortably, suddenly embarrassed.

“Well, you know- you need it for the weekend. And I was hoping you might need it again a bit more regularly going forward.”

He scratches his neck awkwardly, regretting his decision to be so forward. What if Marc doesn’t want to come back, or it is too much too soon?

Marc nudges against him, drawing Valentino’s attention back to reality. The smaller man pushes onto his tiptoes and presses a kiss to Vale’s lips, effectively wiping out any other thoughts.

“Thank you”, Marc whispers. It’s so painfully honest that it hurts.

Valentino kisses him again.

He brings his hands to Marc’s waist and is momentarily distracted by the bare, warm skin he finds. Of course, Marc is still half undressed. He pulls back to look at Marc shamelessly.

There are miles of tanned skin on display, unblemished other than his arm. Marc’s been somewhere hot over the break, Valentino saw the photos on Instagram. Marc with his friends, shirtless, his built chest and abs on full display as he laughed to the camera, golden sand and the crystal ocean behind him. Valentino is not ashamed to admit that he practically salivated when he saw them. It is no different now, with Marc standing in his garage. He doesn’t think Marc’s beauty will ever get old.

Marc looks amazing like this, slightly dishevelled, glowing with happiness. Valentino wants to keep him here forever.

He kisses Marc firmly one more time and pushes him in the direction of where their leathers are hanging up side by side.

“Come on, let’s ride” He suggests, knowing that if they don’t go now, Vale will become sidetracked. Marc is all too happy to oblige.

It’s a good day to ride - clear and a little cold, but bright. Marc takes a few laps to settle into the track, evidence that it has been a long time since he was last at the ranch. Guilt churns in Vale’s stomach, maybe if he was kinder, less bitter, that would not be the case. The thought is cast aside soon enough as they’re chasing each other around the track, just like old times. The sound of laughter is loud and bright; it can be heard above the familiar two-stroke engines as they roar around the circuit.

The unbridled joy of riding is only slightly dampened by the undercurrent of fear radiating off Marc. Valentino observes the way his shoulders are slightly hunched, how he holds himself back, just a little, pulling the angle of his bike a smidge more upright than usual. Marc is scared he will fuck it up, push too hard, and send them both toppling into anger and misery once more. Valentino wants to put a stop to it.

He can practically see the memories flashing behind Marc’s eyes and he hits each apex. Vale tries to be a comforting presence, to show Marc that he’s safe. But Marc only fully relaxes when Valentino pulls him into a tight embrace after they finish their first quick laps. After that, they’re off, racing wheel to wheel like they were born to do.

Valentino quickly discovers that he no longer cares when Marc edges him across the line, content to kiss him thoroughly when they pull to stop, wiping any residue of worry off the younger man’s face.

Later, Valentino takes Marc back inside, pushing him towards the shower and grinning when Marc tugs him along too.

He has never been one to deny Marc what he wants.

He nudges the younger man into the bathroom, grabbing two of his fluffiest towels from the warmth of the airing cupboard en route.

By the time Valentino has locked the door Marc is already half out of his clothes, a pretty flush spreading from his cheeks down his chest. Valentino trails his eyes up and down Marc’s body, saliva pooling under his tongue.

He gently pushes Marc up against the marble-countered sink, the smallest hint of pressure on his hips. Valentino bends down to reach Marc’s lips, making the younger man push up into his touch.

The kiss isn’t gentle, it’s deep and wanting, yearning for more. Valentino pushes his hands under Marc’s legs as he hops to sit fully on the counter, his fingertips searing the soft skin there. In return, Marc wraps strong thighs around Valentino’s waist, grinding up to seek friction. By the time they pull apart, they are both achingly hard.

Valentino regretfully breaks away, leaving Marc panting on his countertop so he can reach into the lavish shower and turn on the taps.

He knew that the ungodly amount of money he spent on this bathroom would be beneficial one day.

Once steam has filled the room, he pulls Marc to his feet, letting the younger man strip off his underwear before pushing him into the warm spray.

Valentino watches for a moment, wondering how he got so lucky, before he too steps out of his clothes. He brackets himself in behind Marc, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist as water pours over them. Marc leans into his hold.

Valentino chases a water droplet which rolls down Marc’s neck, sucking a mark lightly onto the juncture of his shoulder as his hands trace patterns onto his hip. Marc’s head falls back, his eyes fluttering as he groans quietly.

Valentino keeps going, following the trail of the water, spinning Marc around and pushing him against the wall. He sinks to his knees, fascinated by the way Marc’s eyes screw shut, his face scrunching. Valentino spends a long time laving his tongue across Marc’s abs, admiring Marc’s reactions as he licks across the younger’s hip bones and bites. Valentino could stay here for years.

(He couldn’t, his knees already hurt)

Marc’s quads tense as Vale sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh, strong muscle bracketing Vale’s head. Marc leans his weight against the wall, slightly boneless as Valentino continues to nibble on the soft skin, sucking until there’s a line of pretty purple bruises from mid-thigh to his groin.

It’s one of Vale’s favourite things to do, leaving blemishes on Marc’s tanned skin, like blots of ink on paper. Staining Marc and making him Vale’s own, after so many years. The added bonus is that Marc is always so pliant when Valentino does it. He goes limp and far away, his eyes dazed when they’re not rolling back in his head. He is reduced to a mess of whining and pleading.

Valentino is not immune.

Marc is above him, his legs shaking and whining as Valentino mouths everywhere but his dick, which is hard against his abs. Precum smears across his stomach, washed away by the spray of warm water sluicing over them.

Valentino takes pity on him, slipping one hand around his thigh and putting his mouth where Marc so desperately wants it. He licks a strip up Marc’s dick, revelling in the way his moans shift up a pitch. Marc releases little hitching breaths as he finally, finally, takes Marc all the way, sucking without hesitation.

Marc’s hands are scrabbling for purchase on the tiles. His moans get louder as he loses himself to the feeling. His brain is mush as he slips into another headspace, floating, the only thoughts are more and Vale. He can’t produce any words apart from Valentino’s name which he whines out. Marc brings a hand to his mouth, trying to stop the needy whines from slipping out.

Valentino taps his hip, “No, no. I want to hear you, Bambino”.

Marc groans, long and low, his hips bucking into the warmth of Vale’s mouth. The older man pins his hips against the wall. Marc’s knees damn near give out as Valentino begins to suck in earnest, laving his tongue over Marc’s head and drinking him down to the hilt.

The only sensations Marc registers are the wet heat around him and the finger biting into his hips. The rest of the world is static.

He’s getting close far too quickly, only spurred on when he looks down and sees the older man looking back up his blue eyes steely, almost engulfed by his blown pupils. Marc tries to gulp down the whimper in the back of his throat, his hips bucking of their own accord. Valentino hums around his dicks before pulling off with a wet pop. He smirks up at Marc.

Valentino loves Marc like this, whining, fucked out, and desperate.

He pulls himself to his feet, ignoring the way his knees pop and protest, instead pushing himself against Marc and kissing him soundly. Marc can taste himself, bitter on Vale’s tongue. He groans pitifully.

Valentino breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips across Marc’s jaw, sucking more bruises into Marc’s neck until there is almost no space left unblemished.

(Marc will pretend to be annoyed later, complaining as he secretly examines the bruises in the mirror, a pleased smile on his face.)

Marc pushes on Vale’s head.

“In me? Please?” he whines.

Valentino chuckles, “Later, Carino. We have no lube”

“I don’t care, fuck me, please Vale” Valentino groans, the temptation rising as Marc pleads.

“No, Tesoro. I don’t want to hurt you. We do it like this for now, okay? Come on Gattino, show me how pretty you are.”

Valentino is quickly learning the best way to get reactions from Marc, to cause the younger man to become dazed and pliant like he is now. He punctuates his request by rolling his hips into Marc, gripping his ass and encouraging him to grind against Vale.

Marc does so readily, rutting them together until he is almost sobbing, squirming under Valentino’s hands. They’re both getting close. Marc makes a glorious sight in his arms, his eye wide and doe-like, his muscles clenching and unclenching as he chases release.

Vale wraps his hand around both of them, gasping at the added friction. He connects their lips again, more panting into each other’s mouths than actually kissing.

“Come on, Bambino, come for me” Valentino whispers, bucking up to chase the pleasure.

In the end, that’s what does it for Marc. He shakes and whines as he comes, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes screwed up. Valentino follows soon after, pushed over the edge by the vision of Marc falling apart.

When he comes back to himself, Valentino gently washes them both, soothing hands against Marc’s body as the younger man drifts. Marc is always quiet afterwards, his head blissfully empty.

Valentino steers Marc out of the shower and deposits him onto the ledge, fetching one of the towels and wrapping it around him, watching the way the younger man curls into warmth. Vale tenderly helps Marc dry, kissing the exposed sections of skin. Once Marc is changed, Valentino focuses on himself, perfunctory, already thinking about what to cook for dinner, considering what Marc likes.

The younger man looks warm and content, wrapped in one of Valentino’s hoodies, too long in the sleeves, clinging more to Marc’s chest and shoulders, where it’s loose on Vale. It settles somewhere inside of Valentino, a place he’s beginning to associate with home.

They were right, back in Aragon, it hasn’t been easy, not by any stretch of the imagination. It took Marc two months to feel secure that Vale wouldn’t just up and leave. Even now there are moments when they both tense, waiting for the other to land a blow. Moments where it threatens to blow up in their face, a bated breath when a sharp-edged comment slips out.

Every time though, one of them stops back, unloads the gun, and lowers their fists. They use words now, communicating in soft-spoken apologies and reassuring touches.

“you’re the one who left last time”

“And I said I’m sorry amore”

“Sorry doesn't fix everything, Vale.”

A soft sigh and a light touch on the back followed.

“I know, I know. A sorry does not even begin to cover half of the things I have done. Yet I am still sorry.”

Marc looks away.

“Marc, please”

A sigh, “It is okay. I am just hurting, not angry, just a fresh wound Vale”

Valentino holds him close until it gets better and doesn’t let go, even after.

The childish avoidance from before is gone; hindsight has shown them that was not a good strategy. They still have their squabbles, occasionally digging too far, but it is better now, less vicious.

Still, Marc has to text his mum twice on the first day, just to confirm that they haven’t killed each other yet. His parents were reluctant for him to come to Italy; they are still wary, unwilling to trust Valentino as easily as Marc does, or is learning to. They cannot resist the occasional jab at the older man, comments designed to stir up guilt; Marc is dreading the day that they all have to be in the same room. Alex is just about coming around, albeit reluctantly. For now, he is content to watch on suspiciously, waiting for even a slight slip-up from Vale. Ultimately though, they just want Marc to be happy, and if that is with Vale, so be it.

As Valentino promised, they have taken every second slowly, catching up on everything they’ve missed. Valentino refused to sleep with him until Marc won in Phillip Island. Even then Marc had begged and begged until Valentino laid him carefully onto the bed in his hotel room and took him apart slowly, carefully. Until Marc was drooling into a pillow, crying.

Afterwards, Valentino wrapped him up in his arms and held him until he came back into his body. He had picked Marc up, and washed him in the shower, taking care to press kisses against any part he could reach. He wrapped Marc in a soft fluffy towel and slept next to him until dawn broke on the following day.

It's odd for them, to take it slow when they are so used to 300kph. But it’s good. Different, but good. Soft and unhurried as they have all the time in the world. They both knew if this was going to work, it had to be different. They couldn’t make the same mistakes as before.

They owed it to themselves to at least try.

So now they spend their days in a sort of bubble; a world which other people aren’t privy to – not yet. In this world, Valentino fucks Marc gently on his bed and kisses him breathlessly in the kitchen. He whispers, ‘I love you,’ against Marc’s lips mid-kiss, his neck when they hug, and his hair as the younger man sleeps in his arms. Valentino has a different version of Marc from the rest of humanity - one who is soft, pliant and sweet. He loves both versions of Marc and all of him, so long as they’re his.

On Thursday, people begin to arrive for the race.

Marc doesn’t know why he agreed to this plan; he has basically treated himself to an undercurrent of sick nerves in his stomach for the whole day, possibly the weekend. His heart beats faster and louder every time he hears a new car pulling into the drive.

Valentino keeps Marc tucked into his side for as long as he can before he is swept up in the duties of being Valentino Rossi. Marc is embarrassed that by 9 am he is still hiding in the house. By the time Luca finds Marc, he’s a mess.

Intuitively, he knows that he’s safe, but a part of him can’t quite let go of the anxiety. His therapist warned him that this may happen, his brain playing tricks on him, convincing him that something bad will happen. She said that it stems from what happened last time, their eventual ruin. Marc hates it.

When they eventually have to leave the safety of the house, Marc keeps his chin up, shutting down any hint of nerves or anxiety. Outwardly, he is the picture of calm indifference, inside he’s a mess. His only reassurance is Luca’s presence and the knowledge that Alex will be here soon.

Marc nods at everyone he passes, ignoring the double takes, and pretends that he knows what he’s doing as he casually loiters at the front of the house for Alex. By the time his brother pulls up, Marc is vibrating out of his skin, only relaxing once Alex has gathered him into his arms.

The plan is to act as though Marc and Alex arrived together, so they enter the foyer together, greeted by an enthusiastic Valentino.

“Marc, Alex. Allora, it is good to see you”

Marc now understands the ungodly number of espressos the older man had this morning. Alex shoots Valentino a sceptical look, bordering on unimpressed. Marc has to disguise his laughter with a cough.

As usual, it is all being filmed; the crew are eager to shove a camera in Marc’s face, their eagle eyes focused on Valentino’s hands trailing Marc’s waist when they stand together. Valentino dutifully points out which bits of merch to sign and where. He is acting more detached than Marc has seen him in a while. It burns, sour and acidic in the back of his throat.

Marc wishes they had talked about this, where they stand and who knows. It didn’t seem important to discuss before now, with too many other things to keep on track of. Marc assumes (hopes) that they can edit anything out as needed.

When the brothers have finished dutifully signing, Valentino signals for the filming to stop, shooing people away. Marc is tugged into a side room. It’s becoming increasingly apparent that Valentino is a bit like a teenager in the way he can’t keep his hands off Marc. He draws the younger man into a kiss, pushing him against the closed door.

Marc groans when he pulls away, changing Valentino’s lips for a second before giving up, his head thunking against the door.

“Oh, come on, my brothers out there” He whines, only pretending to be annoyed at Valentino's constant eagerness. The older man laughs in delight and presses one last kiss to Marc’s lips.

“Sorry Amore, I can’t resist. You just look so beautiful and I do not want you to be nervous, you seem nervous”

“Of course I’m nervous, everyone is staring at me” Marc says flatly

“Ah well, it is probably because your ass looks good”

Before Vale can finish the sentiment, there is a loud knock on the door.

“I can hear you, you know. Please stop”

Valentino smirks, pressing one last kiss to Marc’s cheek before he opens the door and lets them out.

Alex looks mightily unimpressed.

“Now now, baby Marquez, my house, my rules.” Valentino jokes, no heat behind his tone and his eyes dancing with humour. Alex groans.

“Franco is with the boys in the garages, I hear he’s looking forward to seeing you”

The effect is immediate, Alex flushing brightly at Vale’s teasing. It makes Marc cackle. With one last tap low on Marc’s waist, Valentino is gone, back to play the entertainer to his loyal subjects. Marc watches the older man go, before turning toward Alex and dragging him toward the garage.

It is strange, Marc thinks, that only days ago, Marc and Vale were here alone, kissing in peaceful moments between riding, training, cooking, and living. Reacquainting with one another and deciphering how to fit into each other’s lives.

There is no peace now.

Whilst Valentino plays the gratuitous host and welcomes every guest, Marc and Alex are left abandoned amongst a sea of people hungry to know why. Marc holds his head high, portraying a sense of disinterest even as he feels a hundred curious eyes on him.

It’s not exactly a secret that Vale and Marc are back on friendly terms, with Valentino being complementary in interviews and talking to Marc in the paddock. But to see Marc at the ranch will be a shock for many. Many more will be upset.

Marc tries to remember whose stupid idea this was. Entering the biggest event Valentino has ever put on right at the start of their relationship. 10 years of the 100k di campioni. Marc Marquez is in attendance.

The headlines practically write themselves.

To make matters worse, they’ve reshuffled the teams. Marc doesn’t know whose idea it was, whether it was Valentino, one of the boys, or someone else entirely. But Valentino was adamant that they had to race together.

Marc wondered whether it was to prevent any issues when one of them beat the other. Even though they were both fine with that, others might talk.

Either way, the team announcement was delayed until it became public knowledge that Marc was in attendance. It is bound to cause a commotion.

Marc guesses that going from enemies to friendly enough to be teammates (by choice) is quite the leap. The sudden reshuffle means that Pecco pairs with Luca, Franky with Alex, and Cele and Marco are together.

Marco muttered something about it being unfair that one of the teams has 17 world championships – Valentino laughed at the time but Marc thinks Bez was being dead serious. He doubts many other people have considered that yet. It’s only a matter of time before they see the two of them on the track and realise it might be slightly unfair. Oh well.

Marc keeps his head down as he drags Alex toward the garage. He tries to swerve around the people he doesn’t want to see, keeping out of the way of cameras. It’s funny really. He knows that he’ll be in the clips anyway, but if he tries to make himself smaller or irrelevant, maybe people will talk less.

(It’s wishful thinking)

Marc lets out a sigh of relief when they make it to where Pecco is chatting with Bez on the threshold of the building.

Releasing Alex’s arm, he greets the boys fondly, ruffling Bez’s hair and clasping hands with Pecco. He has a moment of panic when he belatedly realises that Alex has never really interacted with the boys. He questions whether they will play nice after everything which has happened; especially due to Alex’s protectiveness.

The worry doesn’t last long; they greet Alex kindly, albeit with a little awkwardness. The tension dissolves when Franky approaches, falling instead into boyish teasing as he wraps an arm over Alex’s shoulder. It feels natural, almost easy. Marc exhales, the tight coil in his stomach loosening slightly. Alex deserves happiness more than anyone he knows; Marc would do anything to keep him content.

The good-natured ribbing continues, but Franky takes it in his stride, simply pressing a kiss to Alex’s cheek and grinning smugly when he flushes. He must be used to it, growing up in this environment with these boys who are almost like family.

Pecco nudges him, subtly so the others don’t notice, content to let them continue to throw childish barbs at one another whilst he accosts Marc.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”, he teases. Marc rolls his eyes, shoving Pecco back lightly.

“Holding down the fort I believe”

Pecco huffs, an amused tilt to his lips.

The boys have taken well to him and Valentino tentatively dating, happily including Marc on race weekends. According to Vale, they have been asking for Marc to train with them at the ranch for months.

Marc feels such a swell of love for his new friends and their acceptance. It is like he has somehow adopted the children Vale has gathered over the years, in an odd way. He knows some of the younger ones admired him when they were growing up, before he and Vale imploded. It has almost come full circle, everything falling so easily into place. If Marc thinks about it, he feels this is a long time coming.

He fits in here - another teacher for the younger ones, someone who understands the pressure of being a champion and being on a bike that doesn’t love you as much as you love it. Someone who knows what it’s like to win, to lose, and to overcome the impossible.

There is a sense of belonging that Marc hasn’t felt in some time.

While the boys mess around, joking and laughing, Marc peaks his head out to look around. Hidden in the alcove of the garage, he scouts the people who are already here. He recognises some familiar faces - riders from the grid, some of the lower leagues, and one or two from different events and classes. It’s quite the lineup.

Marc shelters for as long as he can, unwilling to go out and face the music. He really wishes that he and Valentino had thought of some answers to the inevitable questions before they dived headfirst into this.

Eventually, though, his plan is foiled by Mig, who shuffles them outside, ever the leader in the academy.

“Stop being hermits and go mingle”

Marc pouts at Mig until the younger man pats his cheek, mocking but not cruel.

“Do not be a baby, you are too old for that.”

It just makes Marc scowl, before he changes tact, going wide-eyed and innocent in the hopes of persuading the younger man to let him stay. He sees the moment Mig clocks onto what he’s doing.

“God, I see why Valentino thinks you're adorable. You have a face like a disgruntled cat, although your puppy eyes are pretty adorable”, he smirks.

Marc gapes at him whilst the others burst into rambunctious laughter.

“Ay, Mig, you were not meant to tell him that” Marco giggles

Luca smiles, “Stop flirting with Vale’s boyfriend, he will get mad, you know what he is like”

The comment confuses Marc, and he frowns. He doesn’t know what Valentino is like. It startles him, the realisation that he has no idea how Vale talks about him.

Pecco throws an arm over his shoulder, grinning as he puts on a high-pitched voice, imitating Vale.

“Allora, stop staring at him”

Cele chips in, also mimicking Vale “Marc’s so perfect. It’s so unfair”

Mig chokes out his impersonation between fits of giggles “I am definitely not jealous but I will kill you if you so much as look at Marc, even though I can’t bring myself to make it more official than the occasional coffee.”

Alex is giggling along, unaware of Franky’s awed face watching him.

Marc doesn’t know how to feel.

Bez nudges him, “We are only taking the piss, it is funny.”

“We have had to put up with the old man pining for too long,” Pecco adds

“Ah well, that is what happens when we get old. A good impression of him though.”

It comes from someone new, not one of the boys. Marc jerks, he knows that voice.

Behind Franky stands Dovi, a wide smile on his face as he observes the group, clearly privy to their previous conversation.

The boys fall silent, their gazes snapping between Marc’s shocked face to Dovi's one of amusement. Luca leaves first, excusing himself and patting Dovi’s shoulder as he goes. The others follow suit, slowly slinking away to give them some privacy.

Marc stares at Dovi in silence, stunned and unsure what to say.

It has been playing on his mind recently, the fear that he might have hurt Dovi. Even though they agreed to remain friends, he feels guilty. Dovi doesn’t deserve that pain, it isn’t fair.

“Hey, none of that. Don’t feel guilty, you two deserve happiness.” Dovi declares, tapping Marc twice on the chin.

Marc grimaces. Dovi laughs; he doesn’t look sad, or annoyed- quite the opposite, Dovi looks like he’s glowing with happiness. In fact, now that Marc thinks about it, squinting at Dovi, he does look unusually happy, less tired, brighter.

“You’re tanned,” Marc says, changing the topic, suspicious of Dovi’s

Dovi shrugs, “Australia does that to you”

“Australia?” Marc parrots back, unable to hide his confusion.

It’s then that he hears a distinctive accented voice. He lifts his head, searching and sees Casey talking to Pecco a few feet away. His jaw drops.

Casey and Dovi are here and Vale hasn’t said a thing. He cannot begin to fathom why Valentino would invite Dovi after everything between them.

Marc flicks his gaze back and forth between Casey and Dovi, noting how the latter's cheeks begin to redden. He grins slyly.

“Oh, ohhhhhh. Is this a new thing?” Marc asks. Suddenly a few more things make sense.

Dovi chuckles a little,

“Um, yes. Fairly. After everything that happened, y’know with you and Valentino. I had a lot of thinking to do. As it turns out, Australia is good for that. And maybe I have a type.”

“Oh, and what type is that then?” Marc pushes cheekily; he can’t help the wicked grin that slips onto his face.

“Crazy bastards who look good on motorbikes.” comes the response, not from Dovi but from Valentino who wraps his arms around Marc and rests his chin on his head.

“Hey, don’t talk about my boyfriend like that” Dovi teases.

Casey wanders over and cuffs Valentino on the shoulder in reprimand before he slings his arm over Dovi’s shoulders.

Huh, Marc thinks. He leans back in Valentino, unable to help the way he relaxes.

Looking at Dovi and Casey now, he can see they’re happy, both adoring. It’s sweet. Marc realises that he is genuinely over the moon for them both. Dovi deserves someone simpler, less messy than him. And Casey is the perfect mix of grounded and still a little unhinged.

Even Valentino seems happy, no longer glaring at Andrea with barely concealed jealousy.

As Casey and Vale begin to bicker, he meets Dovi’s eyes, smiling wide.

Maybe things have a way of working out in the end.

Of course, social media blows up when the official VR46 account posts videos of Marc at the ranch. Valentino’s subsequent repost goes viral. Marc is giggling at the insanity as he lays in bed on Friday night, his head pillowed on Valentino’s chest. The boys have clearly taken it as a challenge to see who can break the internet the quickest, posting pictures they have snuck of Marc and Vale from the past three months. None of them are incriminating but if you look hard enough, you can see the softness in Vale’s eyes in every photo.

(Luca unofficially wins with a photo of Valentino and Marc asleep in someone’s motorhome. Not cuddled, but close enough that their hands are touching.)

Marc is still smiling as he falls asleep to the sound of Valentino's heartbeat, their legs entwined.

The weekend continues without a hitch, much to Marc’s relief. He spends most of the time mingling with the boys, sometimes being pulled into conversations with non-MotoGP riders who ask him about Ducati next year. Marc is thankful that no one asks about him and Vale, he doesn’t think they need any more drama.

Luca wins the Americana race for another year running, dominating the field. Marc giggles when Pecco hugs him for just a fraction of a second too long, eliciting whistles from Bez and Mig. The atmosphere is pleasant - laid back rather than overly competitive.

By the time the main race rolls around, Marc is enjoying himself so much that he forgets to be nervous. He has naturally fallen into the rhythm of riding here, watching as Valentino skids through the dirt, approaching the line to hand over to Marc. It’s electric, the roar of the bikes, the screaming crowd, Valentino swerving toward him, a glimpse of wild blue behind the visor.

When Marc takes over, they are already leading. Marc bears down, grinning manically as he hears Pecco hot on his tail. He throws himself into every corner, grasping for the win, catching the bike as it threatens to slip out from underneath him. He skids too hard around one corner, wrangling the bike under control just in time, letting Pecco close in next to him. Good, Marc thinks, a real race.

They fly together through the laps, Marc edging into the lead once more, swinging his leg out for balance, his gaze laser-focused on the racing line. This is his element. He pulls away from Pecco, the speed of his cornering just too much for the younger man to keep pace.

Valentino is there, cheering as Marc thunders over the line, pulling him into a hug as he slows to a stop. The crow roars. Marc beams, flipping his visor up. He desperately wants to kiss Vale, holding himself back from jumping right here and now. He settles for a knowing look shared between them as the others begin to crowd around and celebrate.

Before Marc knows it, they are being shepherded over to where a makeshift podium has been set up. They are awarded their stupid necklaces and champagne as the others watch on.

Marc stands on the top step, gazing up at Valentino next to him.

He sees a God, the man who broke his heart and is now piecing it back together again.

He sees his past, his present, and his future.

Valentino meets his gaze, “Okay, Bambino?”

Marc grins

“Yes. With you, yes – always”

Valentino glances around quickly, and shrugs helplessly, pulling Marc in. Marc laughs, gasping slightly as Vale wraps one arm around his waist and the other around the back of his neck. Marc’s hands come to rest on Valentino’s hips.

“Vale, the cameras” Marc giggles.

Valentino grins, “They can delete it, or not I don’t care. I have the greatest treasure in the world, I don’t mind people knowing that.”

Valentino presses their lips together right there, in front of everyone. Marc beams into it, delighted, there are still purple-red hickeys sitting on his neck and Valentino’s arm around his waist. It feels like home.

Marc deepens the kiss, holding Vale by the roots of his curls. Someone hoots next to them and there is plenty of wolf-whistling from the crowd; Marc can hear Alex laughing.

Fireworks go off behind them. Marc breaks away from Vale, still smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt.

“I love you”

“I love you too, mi amore”

*End*

#motogp #marc marquez #motogp rpf #rosquez #my fics #valentino rossi #medical leak au #pecco bagnaia #andrea dovizioso #vr46 #eeeekk

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tillichan · 20 hours ago

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❀˖° [Fluffy Valentine] for @kittywhoo °˖❀

Rose — What makes them realize that they're in love with you?

"Sorry... what?", asked Yoichi awkwardly. The thing is you asked him, if you can do his nails. And even though Yoichi found this embarrassing at first, somehow he just couldn't say "no" to his cute adorable friend. That's how he ended up sitting in front of you, while you were showing him nail varnishes of different colors. And when you asked Yoichi which one he'd like to choose, he chose one of this that caught his eye immediately without even thinking. It took all his willpower to not stare at you, so Yoichi pretended to look out the window, but he stole glances at you from time to time. Yoichi felt himself strangely every time your hands touched his, his heart raced and his face burned, even though the room wasn't so warm. And when you started painting his nails, Yoichi gasped, because he realized that the color he chose instinctively was the color of your eyes. Even though he was nervous from the very beginning, Yoichi got really flustered from awareness of his feelings. Everything fell into place, he was in love with you and that's why he was so flustered. The rest of the time, Yoichi was zoned out, praying that you couldn't hear the sound of his heartbeat. Ah, he was head over heels!~

Aster — Courting/flirting headcanons. How would they act around their crush?

The first thing Yoichi does to win you over he invites you on a date whenever the two of you have some free time, but he pretends that this is just a friendly hangout. Yoichi wants to get to know you better, he starts out slow and tries not to rush into things, enjoying every single step in your relationship. Even though the two of you start as a friends, his intentions are clear. His soft loving gaze, reserved for you, his enthusiastic compliments Yoichi just blurts out because, oh, you're just so perfect, he can't, absolutely can't, hide his feelings about you. Yoichi's love is so pure and obvious, it literally swipes you off your feet. He also would like to become the important person in your life, an essential part of your life, he does his best to make you think about him more, be it some thoughtful gifts, He pretends he bought this just accidentally, but the truth is he spent hours choosing the perfect present. meetings with each other's parents or becoming the person you spend the most of your time with. And, of course. Yoichi wants to confess you as soon as it's possible to call you his girlfriend not only in his dreams.

Lilac — What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Ah, Yoichi, this lovesick puppy, he's so smitten with you. He isn't smooth or like this, but he's just so in love with you! His feelings are so obvious for others, almost painfully obvious for his friends and they don't hesitate to tease him about it. They call him "lovestruck", "whipped", "simp", all these nicknames stuck to Yoichi. But what he can do? He can't hide his feelings around you, he doesn't even want to try, because Yoichi wants to show you how much he is in love with you. When the two of you are together, Yoichi always has this lovesick smile on his face, while he's looking at you with the moon eyes and talking to you about stuff the two of you find interesting. He doesn't interested in people around him, he only has his eyes on you. Yoichi makes sure that you feel comfortable and loved. You're his priority number one, his time reserved specially for you.

Daisy — How easy is it to embarrass them? What can you do to fluster them and make them melt?

Yoichi gets flustered pretty easily, especially during the crush phase and in the beginning of your relationship. Every time you touch him, compliment him, tell him something sweet, damn, even when you call him by his fist name, all of this makes butterflies in his stomach go crazy and you can see his adorable flushed cheeks. But as soon as Yoichi joined the Blue Lock, he became more confident, even shameless sometimes. And now he switches from cute blushing mess to teasing you back and making you flustered with great success. Despite this you're his beloved girlfriend and Yoichi can't help, but melts into a puddle every time you spoil him with your affection. He lives for the moments when it's just the two of you enjoying each other's presence. And even though he doesn't get flustered so easily now, you still can catch him off the guard and then look at Yoichi turning into the stuttering mess.

Hellebore — Comforting headcanons. How would they help you when you feel down/have a panic attack? And how would you help them?

Being a very empathetic person, Yoichi learned all your habits. He knows when you started getting mad or feeling down by the single expression of your face. And Yoichi does his best to avoid the situations that make you feel uncomfortable. But of course everyone has bad days, so Yoichi is more than ready to comfort you if you feel down for some reason. He is very, very gentle, treating you like you're made of glass. Every time you feel bad, Yoichi cuddles with you, his hand strokes your back gently or he runs his fingers trough your hair, whispering sweet nothing in your ears. If you cry, Yoichi wipes your tears with the softest smile on his face and kisses your eyes then. His actions always make you melt into a puddle of affection and forget about the bad stuff that happened that day.

Even though almost nothing can throw Yoichi off balance, he still has some bad days and the things that disappoint him. Every time Yoichi feels down, he becomes more silent and distant. It's a little difficult for him to open up his true feelings, he doesn't want to show this side of him. But of course you know that Yoichi is disappointed and encourage him gently to open up. Yoichi would be happy if you encourage him to ramble about the things that disappointed him, while the two of you are cuddling. Your words of comfort along with gentle touches help Yoichi to calm down and enjoy the sweet moment you share.

Peony — Nicknames headcanons. What petnames do they have for you? What are their favorite nicknames for you to call them?

In the beginning of your relationship the two of you called each other by last name. It took time to start calling each other by the first name, but it was a really special moment between you two. From that moment on, you and Yoichi call each other by the first name and this's your favorite. Yoichi also likes reducing your full name and adding "chan", he finds this so cute! But sometimes when he feels so smitten with you, "angel" just flow out of his mouth, he can't control himself. And as soon as Yoichi found out about Kaiser's feelings for you, he started calling you "my princess" or "my queen". "My" is very necessarily since Yoichi wants to show that your heart belongs to him, not to mention that this's true, you're amazing, the embodiment of the queen.

When it comes to Yoichi, he likes when you call him by his first name or again literally any petname including "my": "my boyfriend", "my cutie", "my best football player". His heart flutters, yes, he is yours, he is only yours. His heart, his soul, his love belong to you.

Forget-me-not — Their favorite memory with you?

Yoichi will always remember your first date hangout. He asked you if you'd like to do skiing with him. And when you agreed Yoichi didn't sleep a wink of excitement, dreaming about your date. Even though he has never done this before, Yoichi enjoyed the every single minute of your date. Especially when you taught him to skate, holding his hands in yours. Ah, Yoichi couldn't focus on skiing because he adored your hands. Yoichi thought what that would be like holding your hand as your boyfriend, not as your student. After skiing, you two went to the cafe and take a bite. And then Yoichi walked you home and... He got the courage and took your hand! Even though his heart has beaten like crazy, he was so happy. On this day, Yoichi vowed to himself that he would confess you one day and make you his girlfriend.

Daffodil — Love triangle headcanons. The character who has a crush on you and how does your s/o react to their crush?

Yoichi hates, absolutely hates this fact that Michael Kaiser, his rival, has a crush on his precious, adorable, the most beloved girlfriend. Even though Yoichi always thought that he isn't a jealous or possessive type of boyfriend, now his confidence wavered. Not that Yoichi is doubtful about you, he just feels that he is ready to explode every time he sees Kaiser with you. Fortunately, as soon as Michael realized his feelings, he distanced himself, so current situation is much more peaceful. But the time Kaiser flirted with you to piss Yoichi off, oh, dear, Blue Lock thought that the Apocalypse isn't so far. These two were like Shido and Rin, bickering every day, it almost came to blows. Their poor teammates had to break the fight apart. But Yoichi calmed down as soon as you understood the situation and assured him that he is the only one you have your eyes for.

#fluffy valentine event #blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #blue lock matchup #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi headcanons #kittywhoo

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boba-pearl-writes · 2 days ago

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2/14 - valentine - word count: 568 - @rosekillermicrofic

It was their first Valentine’s day together as a couple, but Evan hadn’t seen Barty all morning.

He’d woken up by himself, Barty’s side of the bed cold. Barty hadn’t been down to the Great Hall for breakfast, either.

Evan sat at the table next to Pandora, just as Lily approached Pandora with a bright smile. Lily slid into the seat on Pandora’s other side and put an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. “Hey, love,” she whispered, and Pandora giggled. This relationship was a rather new development - they’d only been dating for a few weeks - but Evan loved how his sister was happier than he’d ever seen her.

On the other side of the table, James was tucking a flower from the bouquet he’d given Regulus into Regulus’ hair. Regulus smiled, caught James’ hand with his own, and pressed a soft kiss to James’ knuckles.

Evan bit into his toast, rather lonely.

Did Barty skip breakfast? Why? To not see him?

It hurt quite a bit that Barty was avoiding him, especially because Evan had taken painstaking care to shrink roses and place them on parchment to make a card for him. He’d been so excited to give it to Barty, and now, he had no clue where he was.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, sorry, Rosie,” came a voice behind him. Barty plopped into the seat right next to Evan. “I didn’t mean to disappear like that, I swear.” Evan turned to look at Barty. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all last night, which was strange because the two of them fell asleep together. Barty must’ve slipped out of bed without Evan noticing somehow.

Evan smiled softly at Barty’s tousled hair and apologetic expression. “It’s all good. Wait- I have something for you.” Evan produced the parchment from his pocket, grinning. In bright letters made from small roses, it asked: “Will you be my valentine?”

Barty grinned wickedly, leaning in to kiss Evan’s lips. Barty’s breath was warm on his face, and he tasted like smoke and something else uniquely Barty. “But of course,” he said, pressing another kiss onto the corner of Evan’s mouth.

They ate their breakfast in comfortable silence, their hands interlocked, and Evan’s card still on Barty’s lap. Evan though Barty seemed a little nervous, but didn’t question it.

“Ev?” Barty asked, towards the end of breakfast.

“Hm?” Evan questioned turning towards Barty. Barty’s hand was behind his back like he was trying to conceal something. Evan quirked an eyebrow in anticipation.

Barty brought out a ring box.

“Bee, I-”

“It’s not a proposal ring, don’t freak! It- well, it’s a promise ring. It’s my mum’s. Father gave it to her, and she doesn’t wear it anymore, and I thought I - we - could be different from-”

“Barty.” Barty stopped talking and looked at Evan. Evan placed a hand on Barty’s cheek. “Yes. Yes to whatever question you’re going to ask me. Yes, I will wear the ring. Yes, I love you. I always will.”

Barty placed his hand on Evan’s, brought it in front of him, and slid the ring onto his finger. It was beautiful - two silver bands crossing each other, carved to look like two snakes, with a small emerald set in the middle.

It was a promise, and it was a reminder, that Barty would always be Evan’s, and Evan would always be Barty’s.

It was perfect.

#giggles #enjoyy #my little babiess #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #theyre so precious omg #i love them sm #rosekiller #evan x barty #barty x evan

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sippy--sippy · 9 hours ago

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wedding date (miya atsumu x reader) - summary: you meet atsumu at your friend's wedding and steamy shenanigans ensue CW: smut, car sex word count: 9,774 A/N: if you know me in real life do not read this oh my goooooooood i can't have people knowing i write smut. ya’ll this is almost 10k words LOL this holds the record for the longest one-shot i’ve ever written. this idea came to me because i went to like 5 weddings last year and none of them were my own so i'm getting desperate. enjoyyyyy! !! MINORS DNI !! also, reader is written as AFAB and wears a dress

One would think you’d be more excited to see the cumulation of hours and hours of hard work come to a head once your best friend’s wedding came around. Working closely with the bride-to-be (Kumi) and the maid of honor (her sister), it took months to plan your best friend’s perfect fairytale wedding. Tiring, grueling nights of research, long phone calls, nonrefundable deposits and arguing had finally paid off.

Kumi had found the most beautiful countryside venue for her ceremony. The venue was surrounded by lush forest, spattered with cherry blossom trees that were thankfully in bloom at this time in April, giving the area an ethereal feeling. Rows of white chairs lined the grass, an aisle nestled between the rows that was dusted with white rose petals and cherry blossoms, leading to an elaborate archway decorated with drapes of tulle, ribbons and flowers.

Wedding guests were already in their seats, talking reverently amongst themselves as they awaited the wedding processional, soft romantic music filling the background. You couldn't have asked for better weather either. It was a sunny, clear skied day and since it was April, it wasn’t stiflingly hot.

So why weren’t you giddy with happiness?

Because you were nervous.

You wanted this to be the most perfect day for your friend, one that she’ll cherish forever. What if something went horribly wrong? What if someone in the procession tripped? What if the caterers for the luncheon give everyone food poisoning? What if someone breaks their ankle on the dancefloor?

A million possibilities ran through your mind of what could possibly go wrong during the next couple hours but the procession was actually the part you were most worried about. Usually, there would be some sort of practice rehearsal the day before to make sure everyone knew what order to walk out in, how to timely do so, and to make sure everyone knew where to stand. Unfortunately, a rehearsal wasn’t done due to half of the procession still traveling from Tokyo the day before and not making it into town until late that night so no one was able to practice.

Behind a remodeled rustic barn that served as the inside portion of the venue and out of sight from all the guests, everyone was scrambling to get in the proper order to walk out. The officiant was going to walk out first so he could take his spot under the archway. Next in line was the groom who, besides the utter chaos around him, looked as cool as a cucumber.

Due to living a pretty large distance away from each other, you didn’t have the chance to get to know Kumi’s boyfriend, fiance and now almost-husband very well. From what you have learned though, was that Kita Shinsuke was the calmest, sweetest and most brutally honest person you had ever had the chance of meeting. While you were almost scared to talk to him at times, you could see how your friend had fallen head over heels for him. He was so gentle and soft spoken, especially to her. She was going to have the most peaceful life with him.

He looked very sharp with his tailored light grey 3-piece suit and his dainty baby pink bowtie. His hair wasn’t styled much different than what it usually looked like. If anything it looked just the slightest bit wind-swept with the small breeze that blew through the air. How he managed to look so nonchalant at a pivotal moment of his life like this, you had no clue.

Following him was Kita’s grandma and Kumi’s mother who were going to walk down the aisle together, both dressed in cream dresses. At the tail end of the party, Kita’s little nephew and Kumi’s niece acted as the ring bearer and flower girl. Behind them, hidden from Kita’s view just inside the barn, Kumi was waiting to emerge with her older brother who was going to walk her down the aisle, as her father had passed away years ago.

Sandwiched right in the middle of the party were the groomsmen and bridesmaids which is where the real issue lay. Since no one was able to practice the procession, none of you knew who you were supposed to be walking down the aisle with and it didn’t help that Kita had asked practically his entire high school volleyball team to be his groomsmen. Luckily, your friend had picked just as many bridesmaids so there were even numbers but there were 10 different couples. 20 bridesmaids and groomsmen in total. Which was absolute lunacy in your personal opinion.

The maid of honor was whisper-shouting the names of each couple that were supposed to walk down the aisle together. She was paired with Kita’s best man, a tall dark-skinned man named Aran Ojiro. As she went down the list, each bridesmaid and groomsman scrambled to find each other and get in the procession line. She called a couple names before she finally called yours.

“(L/n) (Y/n) and Miya Atsumu.”

You were briefly surprised when she called your partner’s name because she had already called another Miya to partner up with a different bridesmaid. He was tall and handsome, dark brown hair swooped to the right, looking casual but put together at the same time. Were the two related? You didn’t have to think for long as a warm body sidled up to you.

Definitely twins, was your first thought. They looked eerily similar, especially since they were wearing the same outfit. All of the groomsmen wore a white button down shirt with a light gray suit vest and slacks, all tied together with a baby pink tie. This twin however, had blonde hair that was styled to gently swoop to the left and he seemed to be slightly broader than his brother.

Extremely handsome, nonetheless. Almost unnervingly so.

He looked down at you with a casual smile and flashed a perfect set of pearly white teeth. “Are you (L/n) (Y/n)?”

You suddenly felt very self conscious about the way you looked. How were you supposed to walk down the aisle on the arm of a man that looked like- well- that? The pink dress you wore to match all of the other bridesmaids felt too hot and restricted. You were suddenly worried you were going to sweat through your dress. Did your hair look alright? Was your makeup smeared?

Realizing you had just been staring at him, all you managed to squeak out was a pathetic “Yes”.

He probably noticed your raging blush underneath the heavy layer of makeup covering your cheeks but he didn’t say anything about it, instead choosing to lead you over to the procession line to stand behind his twin and the bridesmaid he was linking arms with.

Atsumu held out his ridiculously strong looking arm to you and you hesitantly looped your hand into the crook of his elbow. You could feel the bulge of his bicep beneath his shirt and you felt yourself getting woozy. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the sudden temperature spike, how painstakingly gorgeous the man who stood next to you was, the nerves or a combination of all of it.

You didn’t realize that you were shaking until Atsumu dipped his head down to look at you in concern. “Are y’ alright? Yer tremblin’.”

He had the same Kansai accent that Kita had. You couldn’t deny that it fit him beautifully. You nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just nervous I guess.”

Atsumu huffed in amusement and nudged your ribs with the elbow you held onto. “What for? Yer not the one gettin’ married.”

With the hand that wasn’t holding onto his elbow, the hand that held a small bouquet of pale pink and white flowers, you very delicately tapped his chest in retort. You couldn’t smack him as hard as you wanted to, in lieu of destroying the fragile bouquet. “I know that! I just- I don’t know. I want this to go as smoothly as possible. Kumi and Kita deserve the most perfect wedding and what if I trip over these stupid heels walking down the aisle or something.”

You shifted on your feet to prove your point, your heeled feet squishing into soft grass you stood on. Atsumu looked down to watch you squirm in place, then surprised you by lifting his free hand up to pat your hand that rested on his arm.

“I’ll catch you if y’ fall. Or fall with you, so yer not as embarrassed if yer really that worried ‘bout it. We can humiliate ourselves together..”

You looked up at him with a raised brow. He’d do that for you? You couldn’t deny it made your heart race that this attractive man that you’d met not two minutes ago would go to such lengths to calm your nerves, even if that meant embarrassing himself. You gave him a genuine smile this time, squeezing the soft muscle of his arm.

“Thank you for the offer, that’s very sweet of you. Let’s just both agree to not fall for the next 20 minutes and save our humiliating moves for the dancing later tonight.”

Atsumu smiled at that idea and straightened up. “Save me a dance?”

Butterflies exploded in your stomach and suddenly you weren’t so worried about the ceremony anymore, instead looking forward to the night to come. “Absolutely.”

A venue employee motioned for the start of the processional to begin and the officiator made his way out from behind the barn to start down the aisle, followed a handful of slow seconds later by Kita who’d take his place next to him. Kita’s grandma and Kumi’s mom followed after and then next were the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Atsumu and yourself were 6th in line so it took a while before it was your turn. Once Atsumu’s twin made his way out, a couple of seconds passed before the two of you started your walk.

Instead of keeping his free hand down by his side like all the groomsmen before you had, Atsumu kept his free hand resting over yours that sat nestled in his arm. You realized he was doing it to help keep you steady if you needed it. If your legs weren’t wobbly before, they certainly were now.

The slow walk down the aisle felt ages long but probably took about 30 seconds tops. It was terrifying having all the attendees watching you walk down the aisle but you kept your cool and kept a soft smile on your face. You couldn’t see it, but Atsumu was cheesing the whole time. He loved weddings, especially when he got to walk down the aisle with a pretty bridesmaid.

Once the both of you reached the end of the aisle, Atsumu gently let go of your hand and you hesitantly let go of his arm to join the line of bridesmaids. You couldn’t help but look at him before you parted. Everyone was focused on the couples behind you anyway so no one was paying attention to you two at the moment. Atsumu gave you a sly smile and a wink before turning to take his place in the line, not before giving a nod to Kita who gave him a rare gentle smile.

The rest of the ceremony went swimmingly. Kumi looked so beautiful walking down the aisle with her brother. The ever stoic Kita had tears in his eyes the second she came into view, and his voice even wobbled as they exchanged vows. You were embarrassed to admit that half the time the officiator was talking, you weren’t watching the happy couple, instead focusing on the line of groomsmen behind Kita.

Atsumu had a sort of magnetism to him you couldn’t deny. He seemed to be having the same problem as you because you made eye contact on multiple occasions and his smile broadened each time. The ceremony flew by and Kita and Kumi officially became husband and wife with a sweet kiss, prompting cheers from all the attendees.

The newlyweds made their way back up the aisle, smiling and holding hands while being showered in white flower petals. The bridesmaids and groomsmen then linked back up with their assigned partners to follow them once they were through. While most linked arms again, Atsumu surprised you by interlocking your fingers and tugging you down the aisle with him in giddy happiness. His energy was contagious and you were laughing right along with him through the white petals.

Once the exciting energy of the ceremony wound down, it was time for pictures which took an awful long time. There were a large variety of shots. Large family pictures, pictures of just parents/grandparents, Kumi and all the bridesmaids, the groomsmen tossing a rather hesitant Kita into the air, etc. There was only one picture where you were placed next to Atsumu (to your disappointment) but when he put his hand on the small of your back while everyone smiled at the camera, you decided you wouldn’t complain.

The luncheon followed next, which you helped oversee to make sure everything was running smoothly. By the time it was time to actually sit down and eat, all the circular tables towards the front of the room where the other bridesmaids and groomsmen were sitting by the head table had been filled from what you could see. You were about to find an extra seat at one of the emptier far tables but before you could, Atsumu waved you over to his table where a seat next to him was being saved. You thanked him profusely and sat down just as Kumi’s sister gave her maid of honor speech, followed by Kumi and Kita giving their own speeches. You couldn’t help but tear up as they spoke, their adoration for each other very apparent.

While they spoke, caterers brought plates of food around to the tables. The main course consisted of salmon smoked to perfection with a side of rice straight from the family farm Kita owned and operated. Along with a couple other sides, cups of sake were passed around to those who wanted it.

It wasn’t until the tail end of Kita’s speech when you noticed Atsumu had draped his arm over the back of your chair. Your bare shoulders could feel the heat of him through his white shirt.

Once speeches had wrapped up, everyone dug into their food and started casual conversation. Most of the people around the table were groomsmen, and you quickly learned all about their high school volleyball days and learned that almost all of them, including Atsumu to your absolute pleasure, still played professionally. Atsumu’s twin, Osamu you learned, was happy to tell you all about it.

“‘Tsumu’s both the most popular and most hated volleyball player in all of Japan. He’s talented, sure, but his PR skills are absolute garbage. This scrub gets cancelled on Twitter at least once a month. You’d think with as big of a head as he’s got, he’d have a bigger brain and NOT get into a fight with some 12 year old kid who said Kageyama’s a better setter than ‘Tsumu will ever be.”

Everyone at the table laughed, yourself included. Atsumu growled and tried to punch Osamu, who ducked out of the way. They scuffled for a little bit as you got to know the other people at the table. Aran and Suna were fun to talk to, both of them professional volleyball players as well. Aran was one of the strongest players in Japan which you were very interested in learning about, and Suna had the most social media followers of any professional volleyball player in the whole world.

They asked a lot of questions about you too, which got Atsumu’s attention enough to finally stop fighting Osamu. You told them about your career in Tokyo and the simple life you were leading. Nothing compared to theirs, you assured them, which they disagreed with you on.

The rest of the luncheon was filled with pleasant conversation and laughter. Before you knew it, the caterers came around to clear the tables and it was announced that there would be a break until the reception started so the guests could go do as they pleased. There were still a couple hours until the reception and none of you knew the location well enough to leave the venue to explore so everyone stayed and lounged around.

You got up and took some time to make sure everything was in order for the dance portion of the reception and songs were queued in the right order. The cake was your next target, making sure it was ready for the cutting. After checking a couple other odds and ends, you made your way back to the table where the conversation had fizzled out. A couple of the men were on their phones, Osamu seemed to be sleeping with his head on the table, and Atsumu was just looking around the venue at all the lights and decor. When you slid back into your chair, he smiled and straightened up, angling his body towards yours.

He led you into a conversation about your life, and you asked questions about him, very interested in his blossoming career as a national league setter. As you spoke, you didn’t notice his arm moving beneath the tablecloth until you felt his fingers brush your thigh. Your dress was on the longer side, so he wasn’t able to reach any skin but that didn’t stop him from flattening out his large palm over the fabric. Your words caught in your mouth as you looked at him in surprise. His head was propped up on his other hand, and he didn’t look the least bit guilty as his pointer finger started to twirl in lazy circles.

His hand wasn’t unwelcome, you realized very quickly, and you enjoyed the feel of his warm fingers running over your thigh. The tablecloth covered your legs and his hand so you didn’t worry about people seeing, but it was still risky. You were thankful for your longer dress because if he had any access to more of your legs, you were sure he’d be exploring and you doubted you’d be able to keep any noises or reactions you made very discreet.

His hand stayed on your thigh for a quite while and you didn’t realize how much time had passed until you looked at the clock. The reception was set to start in half an hour and you needed to make sure the caterer’s were getting the refreshments in order.

Grabbing Atsumu’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, you deposited it into his own lap and excused yourself. You stood up and wandered back into the kitchen to talk to the manager of the catering business, talking lightheartedly with him and praising him and his team on his work. The refreshments looked amazing, a blend of sweet and savory dishes spread across trays to bring out once the reception guests started to arrive. Thanking them for all their hard work, you left the kitchen but you didn’t get very far because someone grabbed your arm and yanked you behind a stack of crates and refrigerated boxes brought by the caterers. It was secluded from sight, but you wouldn’t be hard to spot if one of the workers came looking for a stack of extra cups.

Atsumu smiled down at you as you stared at him in surprise. In his hands was a plate stacked with pastries from the kitchen. Your mouth watered at the sight, but you couldn’t help but scold him first.

“How did you get those? We’re not supposed to eat these until the reception starts,” you whispered. Even so, you grabbed one and stuck half of it in your mouth anyway, almost moaning at how good it was.

Atsumu quietly laughed and ate one of his own. “I grabbed some while you were distractin’ the workers. I haven’t had sugar all day so I grabbed a couple. I figured they won’t notice a couple missin’. Thought you’d want a taste too.”

As he finished his sentence, he held your stare as he licked a dash of the cloudy frosting off his thumb. He knew what he was doing, making sure to take his time as his tongue flattened over the tip of his finger to get every drop. God yes, you wanted a taste.

Gulping, you shoved the rest of the pastry in your mouth in haste, trying to push the sinful thoughts aside. This was not the place, nor the time (as much as you wished it was). Dusting your fingers of crumbs, you licked your teeth to make sure there wasn’t any pastry residue stuck there. Atsumu gazed at you the whole time, hands gripping the plate, staring at your mouth.

“W-We should… get back to our table-”

Atsumu’s restraint snapped it seemed, surging forward to pull you into a fierce kiss. He dropped the plate of pastries on to the nearest box and used his now free hand to cradle the back of your neck. You were surprised, but melted into the kiss shortly after. A little fun wouldn’t hurt, right?

You draped your arms over his neck as he guided you back to rest against a stack of boxes. The hand that didn’t hold your neck slid down your side and hooked underneath your thigh, pulling it up to hook around his leg as high as your dress would offer. His hand kneaded the flesh behind your knee as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue making an appearance to swipe across your lips, probably gathering up a trail of powdered sugar left there from the pastry.

You were on cloud 9, eyes fluttering as you happily let his tongue dance with yours. Atsumu let out a soft grunt as one of your hands slid into his hair, grasping at the blonde strands. As much as you wanted this to continue, in the back of your mind you knew you couldn't go further than this. Hoards of people were due to start showing up any minute for the reception, and you’d be found for sure.

Relishing in a couple more pushes of his lips against yours, you pressed your hands to his cheeks and pulled his face away. He slowly opened his eyes to look at you in hazy, lust-filled confusion, a hum of question rising from his throat as you squished his cheeks together.

“We can’t do this here. Someone’s gonna catch us and we need to get ready for the reception.” As you spoke, you stared at his lips, both because you wanted to kiss him again and because the dark lip tint covering your lips was smeared across his mouth.

Laughing lightly, you ran your thumb over his lips, picking up the color as you went. His eyes softened at your laugh and he stood still as you worked, hand dropping your leg so he could instead rest his hands on your hips.

“Are ya sure? We can make it quick, I promise. I’ll be real quiet, baby,” he whispered.

You shook your head and pushed his chest so he’d back up. He holds tightly to your sides as you adjust your dress back down your legs and fan your face to try to make your flaming blush go away. Atsumu hesitantly let you go as you started to herd him out from behind the boxes as nonchalantly as possible, holding the plate of pastries in one hand.

New guests were starting to show up and join the greeting line to say congratulations to the happy couple, leaving piles of gifts at the front entrance. Atsumu had a pep in his step as the two of you neared your table, pulling out your chair for you which you embarrassingly thanked him for, shrinking under the curious gaze of everyone else. Osamu was particularly curious, raising a brow as Atsumu plopped into his chair with a sly grin. You busied yourself with watching the sea of people, smiling as they praised Kita and Kumi on their wedding and gorgeous reception.

Atsumu and yourself ease back into the table’s conversation to wait for the greeting line to disperse. Atsumu’s hand found its way to your thigh again, this time brushing higher than it did before. You nearly jumped out of your seat when he forced his digits against the strain of your dress to drag over the crotch of your panties. You snatched his hand away as discreetly as you could, choosing to interlock your fingers with his instead, holding his hand in your lap. Atsumu seemed fine with this change and relaxed against his chair to tune back into Aran’s story of how he met his new girlfriend.

By the time it was announced that it was time for the cake cutting, you were nearly asleep in your chair. It had been a long, eventful day and you were starting to feel the effects of it. Your eyes opened from their drooped state when Atsumu stood and pulled you up with him to gather around where the newlyweds were about to cut into their cake.

Smacking your cheeks to clear your head, you let him lead you to the crowd of people surrounding Kumi and Kita. Osamu clocked your intertwined hands immediately but didn’t say anything. Atsumu let you stand in front of him so you could peek through the bodies to watch, the heat of him grazing your spine as you watched the couple try their cake and laughed as Kumi smashed a bite into Kita’s surprised face.

Once the cake had been wheeled away, it was time for the dancing. Everyone stood around the dance floor as Kumi danced with her brother, which brought a tear to your eye, and gentle Kita danced with his grandma which really made you cry. Then, Kita and Kumi danced together. They held each other close as they slowly danced, whispering to one another. It was a sweet moment, and you watched them with adoration, unaware of the gentle gaze Atsumu had on you, not the couple.

As they finished their song, anyone who wanted could go out to join them for another slow song. You twisted your fingers together and watched a large handful of couples head to the dancefloor. A shock of electricity ran down your spine when a warm hand fully rested on your lower back and Atsumu pushed you forward. You had no time to decline, as he had already pulled you in front of the crowd so you’d look pathetic if you backed out now.

Gulping nervously, you shyly looked at him as he took your left hand into his right, bringing his other to rest on your lower back to tug you flush against him. Your free hand moved to rest hesitantly on the back of his shoulder when he started to sway to the soft music. You buried your face into the warm expanse of his chest to hide your blush and he brought his head down to rest against the side of yours.

“Yer shakin’ again, beautiful,” he murmured into your ear.

Squeezing the hand that held yours, you murmured back a quiet “fuck you” which made his chest rumble with a low laugh. You didn’t say anything the rest of the dance, slowly relaxing into his hold which he noticed, pulling you impossibly closer. The end of the song came too soon and people started rushing the dance floor when a much more upbeat song came on.

Before you had the chance to look at him, Atsumu was dragging you into the bouncing crowd, the beginnings of a mosh pit bubbling. You were swept into another dance with him, this one much more full of life. Deciding to just let go, you gave into his advances, swaying your hips and laughing loudly as the bass of the song shuddered through you. Atsumu laughed too, bouncing on his feet to the beat. The rest of your table came to dance around you, some more energetic than others, but there nonetheless.

The more songs that played, the looser everyone got. Even Kita was getting into it. Osamu found one of the bridesmaids to dance with, a little liquid courage from multiple cups of sake flowing through him. Aran wouldn’t dance with any other ladies, as he did have a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop him from dancing with Suna who was surprisingly fluid as he danced. Atsumu focused all of his attention on you, save for the one time Suna started throwing it back, also a little drunk. Everyone’s attention was caught by that.

Besides that though, Atsumu kept close to you and got closer and closer as you danced. At one point, you helped him loosen his tie and threw it around his neck. Since everyone else was too preoccupied with dancing, and no one was going to even notice you doing it anyway, you pressed your ass against Atsumu’s slacks, hips moving in time with his to the beat. His breath was hot against your neck, large palms keeping your waist warm as you brought a hand up to scrape your nails over his dark undercut.

You could feel his excitement start to tent his light grey slacks against your backside. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, you both had a silent but simple conversation.

You needed him and he needed you. Atsumu wasn’t ashamed to admit that if you kept grinding on him like that, he’d take you right here on the dance floor.

Showing some restraint and taking your hand tightly in his, Atsumu tugged you out of the sea of dancing bodies, an excited determination in his walk. As much as you wanted this to happen, there was only one problem.

“Atsumu, where are you planning on taking us? There’s nowhere private we can go in this building.”

He halted in his steps as he took in your words, realizing that you were right. There weren’t many rooms in this barn, save for the kitchen which was packed with caterers, the bathroom which had a constant flow of people trickling through, and the occasional storage closet which were too close to the reception to be able to sneak into without being easily spotted.

Drumming his fingers on his thigh, he looked around the venue in a desperate attempt to find some sort of secret alcove or something. Just when you thought that maybe it wasn’t meant to be, Atsumu perked up and grinned.

“I’ve got an idea.” He started tugging you along again back to the table the two of you had been sitting at all night. Letting go of your hand, he started rummaging through the pockets of the light jacket he had brought along with him that had been abandoned over the back of his chair all day.

The muffled clacking of something in the jacket pocket gave away his idea as he pulled out a simple set of car keys. Flashing you a smile, which you eagerly returned, he snatched up your hand again to start walking out to the gravel parking lot that sat a couple hundred yards away from the venue. You tried to slow him down and make it less obvious to those around you what you were going to do but he seemed to be too excited to care.

The cool outside air was refreshing against your heated skin and the sky was gorgeous as the sun started to dip below the horizon. The parking lot was packed with cars, attendees constantly trickling in and out of the reception. Depending on where he was parked, the parking lot would be just as risky as using the bathroom inside. Luckily, he led you back to the far corner of the lot where a gorgeous white car sat. Your car knowledge was slim, so you didn’t know what type of car it was but you could tell it was expensive. It had very dark tinted windows as well, which was an extra bonus.

Atsumu had backed into his parking stall, a spot at the very end of the lot so no cars were parked behind him or on one side of him giving you both the perfect spot to hide away (unless the owner of the one car next to him showed up).

“Nice ride.” You joked as the both of you stopped by the driver’s side door. Atsumu chuckled as he fumbled his keys in his hands, trying to unlock the vehicle.

“Thanks! ‘Samu says I got an expensive car to compensate for my ‘tiny dick’, but we’re twins, so he knows that’s not true. We had one too many naked fights in the locker room durin’ our volleyball days, so I know I’m packin’ just as much as he is. Front or back seat, gorgeous?”

You giggled as he finally got his car unlocked and opened the door for you to peer inside. As nice of a car as it was, you doubted Atsumu would be very comfortable in the back seat given his size. It was a pretty slim car.

“Front. Wouldn’t want to squish you into the back seat.” You gave Atsumu a once over as he stood with an arm resting on the hood of the car. “Plus, I’d like to ride those thighs of yours.”

Atsumu had the goofiest smile. He looked like a kid in a candy store. “You’re readin’ my mind.”

You stood watch as Atsumu worked on getting his car ready, moving the driver's seat as far back as it could go and reclining it enough so it would be comfortable for him. He cracked open the two windows on the passenger side of the car, the side that faced the forest, so some fresh air would breeze through. Finally, he slid into the car and threw the keys into the passenger's seat. If you weren’t turned on already, the sight of him lounging in the seat, outfit rumpled from the dancing, tie slung around his neck and powerful legs spread just waiting for you to settle onto them would definitely do the trick.

Kicking off your heels, you left them sitting on the gravel outside the car and made one more cautious look around before you bunched up your dress to your knees so you could get into the car with more ease. Atsumu looked at you like you were the most gorgeous person on the planet as you moved to straddle his lap, dress hiking up a little more to rest around your thighs.

The second you closed the door behind you, Atsumu’s mouth was attacking yours, tongue instantly pushing past the seal of your lips to explore every inch of your mouth that he could reach. His large palms kneaded the flesh of your ass through the thin fabric of your dress, and you moved to frantically rake your fingers through his dark undercut. The flex of his powerful thighs underneath yours was driving you insane, cords of muscle dragging against your skin through his slacks. You were sure his slacks were a size or two too small, because you could feel every inch of him like he wasn’t even wearing pants.

After a couple of breathless minutes, the two of you finally separated, a string of spit keeping your mouths connected. Just like earlier, your dark lip tint was smeared over Atsumu’s lips again. When he went in for another kiss, you pulled your head back which prompted a whine from Atsumu as he tried to chase your lips.

“The makeup ‘Tsumu, remember? It’s gotta last for at least one more hour.”

Atsumu pouted and grumbled out a “fine” before focusing his attention on your neck. While he started attacking the soft skin just underneath your jaw, you started unbuttoning his vest and shirt. The more of his torso you exposed, the wetter you felt your panties get. He was gorgeously tanned and toned. Once you had unbuttoned all the buttons you could reach, besides the few that were tucked into his slacks, your hands started exploring his smooth skin. His shoulders were gorgeously sculpted, the dips of his collarbone deep. Your hands splayed over his chest, fingers brushing over his nipples which pebbled at your attention.

His chest heaved at your ministrations, groaning in pleasure. You felt him shift his hips up into you, member straining against his slacks as he dragged it against your clothed core. Tightening your legs around his thighs, Atsumu held your hips tightly against his as he ground against you, working your neck with his teeth. You keened as his bulge dragged over your sensitive clit, shuddering as Atsumu nibbled at your ear.

Tired of waiting, you reached beneath you to fumble with his belt, tossing it into the passenger seat with his keys once you’re able to pull it free. You make quick work of the button on his slacks, tugging down the zipper and pulling his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to bunch underneath his cock which stood at attention against his abdomen.

Osamu was definitely wrong when he assumed Atsumu got a fancy car to compensate for a tiny dick, because it was anything but tiny. He wasn’t outrageously long, but he was thick. Thick enough that just the thought of him dragging inside of you had your eyes rolling back.

WIth his cock now free, the friction between your panties and his member had Atsumu’s thighs quaking under you. He released one of his hands from the vice-grip it had on your hips to reach behind him and hold onto the head rest.

“Hng- Christ, baby.” His voice was deep and scratchy, breathless as you rubbed your core against the underside of his dick, squeezing it between your body and his stomach.

You mouthed at his throat which bobbed against your lips as he sat forward. Wrapping an arm around your back, he started digging through his center console. When he grunted in annoyance and leant forward even more to start shifting through his glove box, you nipped at his ear and huskily asked, “What’s wrong?”

Atsumu was pulling handfuls of objects out of the glove box and throwing them onto the floor in front of the passenger seat. “Shit- can’t find a condom.”

Dragging your tongue over the shell of his ear, you reached down and wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft. His cock twitched in your grip and his arm tightened around your back as he paused his searching.

“Are you clean?” you asked, slowly sliding your hand up over his velvety skin. All Atsumu could do was nod. “Then I don’t mind. I’m on birth control, but try to pull out if you can.”

Atsumu nodded again in agreement and leant back in his seat, watching with one of the most lustful gazes you had ever seen as you rose up on your knees to push your panties to the side, exposing your already drooling core to him. He gripped your thighs as you collected as much spit as you could in your mouth to spit onto your palm. Rubbing the liquid over his length as well as all of the pre-cum he’d already leaked, you gave him a couple pumps for good measure.

He tilted his head back to rest against the head-rest with a guttural groan as you positioned yourself over him, teasing his tip through your folds. With one hand guiding his length and the other gripping the shoulder of the seat, you sank slowly onto him. Both of you moaned in unison as he filled you surprisingly easily considering the lack of proper lubrication and the sheer size of him.

You stopped with him half-way seated, gazing adoringly at his rosy cheeks and mussed hair. He looked back at you just as fondly. With a preparatory breath, you braced yourself on the seat and started to set a slow pace. Every thrust brought him a centimeter further into you as you adjusted to the stretch of him. He held your thighs in his hands, letting you take control for the time being and enjoying the view.

It took a minute of work before you were able to fully sheath him inside yourself. You threw your head back and gasped when you did, the stretch of him hurting so deliciously. It didn’t help that the hard teeth on the zipper of his slacks rubbed against your sensitive folds and the button would occasionally brush over your clit.

Atsumu was barely holding it together. Your core hugged him so tightly, warmly pulsing around his cock in such a way that he probably could’ve come right then and there. Something about you just fit him perfectly in a way no other partner of his ever had.

Once you felt like you had adequately adjusted, your pace quickened. Bouncing up and down on him, he enjoyed the view of your covered breasts bouncing in sync. He leant forward to suck on the small sliver of breast that was visible above the neckline of your dress. You whined and scratched your nails over the back of his neck.

After a couple minutes of this, he couldn’t take it anymore. Gripping your hips tightly, Atsumu took control and started bouncing you on him himself, hips thrusting up to meet you. The new angle had you seeing stars and you didn’t care about your makeup anymore, smashing your lips to his in a kiss that was messy and wet.

Every force of your hips into his had your clit rubbing against the hard metal of his slacks and the brush of pubic hair at the base of his cock. It gave you the friction you needed to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Atsumu wasn’t faring much better - his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier and his hold on your hips getting less and less controlled.

You didn’t have much time to prepare before you came, yelling his name as you gripped his broad shoulders, your fluids covering Atsumu’s thrusting member. It seemed Atsumu didn’t have time to prepare either because he came suddenly with a groan and spilled his load into you, groaning your name.

Pumping yourself up and down a couple more times, this time much slower to ride you both down from your highs, you rested your forehead against his in utter bliss. Breath mingling, you slowed to a stop and sat there in silence, relishing in the stretch of him seated completely inside you, the warm feeling of his spend mingling with your own deep in your core.

After a minute, you pulled your head back to look at him. His face was flushed, eyes drooped in satisfaction and chest heaving from the exertion. The two of you started laughing in euphoria and Atsumu peppered kisses over your shoulder. You slid your fingers through his unkempt hair and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“That was really something, ‘Tsumu.” You hummed, giggling as he wrapped his arms tightly around you to hold you to his chest.

“Sure was. Sorry ‘bout not pulling out. I really was gonna try but you just do somethin’ to me I can’t explain. I didn’t expect to cum that fast.” His hands explored your back, fingers running lightly over the fabric.

“It’s alright. I’m not complaining.”

He pulled back to give you that handsome goofy grin again before kissing you sweetly. You gave him a chaste kiss before pulling away and looking down at the mess you made. Luckily, most of the mess was still trapped inside you thanks to him but if you weren’t careful, it’d get all over his slacks once he pulled out.

“How should we do this? You can’t go back in with a giant cum stain on your pants.”

He hummed in thought, looking around his car. He didn’t have any rags or towels handy, but he did have a load of napkins that he threw onto the floor when looking for a condom. Holding you closely to him, Atsumu reached over to scoop up as many napkins as he could reach. The shift of him had you both groaning at the overstimulation.

Gathering a handful of napkins, he held them under you as you slowly slid off of him, catching as much fluid as possible. You both hissed at the feeling of him leaving you. Thankfully, he was able to catch almost everything with the napkins, save for a few splatters that got on his expensive leather seats.

“Shit, sorry ‘Tsumu. I can help pay to have that cleaned.”

He shook his head immediately, cleaning himself off with the napkins and dropping them on the floor next to his seat. He worked on tucking his length back into his boxer briefs and slacks while you cleaned yourself as best you could, pulling your panties back into place and fixing your dress. Turning your head, you pulled down his sun visor and opened the mirror to get a better look at the state of your makeup.

It was mostly intact, save for your lip tint that was slightly smeared which was fixed with a little swipe of a napkin and your hair was easily tamed since Atsumu had avoided running his fingers through it. There were remnants of your lipstick covering your neck from where Atsumu had furiously attacked. Atsumu had his own stains on his neck from where you had been kissing him. You made eye contact with him through the mirror as he gazed at you with a smirk. You huffed in amusement and cleaned up your neck, then turned to clean up his.

He didn’t take his eyes off you as you did, watching you carefully wipe the smears off his skin. You wiped his mouth last, taking your time as you watched him part his lips for you. Once you were done, you dropped the napkin on the floor with the rest and sighed at him longingly. If only you had more time. You’d let this man do whatever he wanted to you. Unfortunately, you had a wedding reception to get back to.

“Well, thanks for the good time ‘Tsumu.”

He watched your face carefully and you noticed the ever so slight crease fold in his brow. “Yeah. O’course.”

The silence that followed was a bit awkward, so after a second, you moved to open the car door but he grabbed your hand before you could. “Wait.”

You turned back to him and raised a brow, deciding to busy yourself with buttoning up his shirt and vest. He suddenly seemed very shy, rubbing his fingers over the flesh of your waist in little circles. Finally he spoke.

“When are ya headed back to Tokyo?”

You stilled your fingers which were working on the last button of his shirt. “Tomorrow.”

He nodded and seemed to be deep in thought before drumming his fingers against you in nervousness. “I fly back tonight but… wouldya be interested in meetin’ up sometime? I don’t have much free time but I’ll find the time for ya.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the offer. “Like… a date?”

Atsumu’s cheeks turned a shade darker in the almost nearly setting sun as he grumbled, now looking at anything but you. “I mean, yeah? Unless you don’t want it to be, then it doesn’t have to be a date I guess. Could be a friendly hang out or somethin-”

You cut him off with a brief but strong peck. You didn’t want to risk getting more lipstick on him. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

He perked up and squeezed your sides. “Really?”

You giggled and nodded. “Yes! Of course I would, you big airhead.”

The next couple seconds consisted of him raining kisses all over any part of you he could reach with you laughing and trying to push him away, begging him not to ruin your makeup. After losing the battle and cleaning lipstick off of him again, you finished buttoning up his vest and pulling your dress into place before you left the car.

You slid your heels back onto your aching feet while Atsumu refastened his belt and gathered up all the used napkins, making a mild sound of disgust at the large amounts of viscous fluid covering most of them that was getting all over his hand. Once his car was locked up, you both walked hand-in-hand back to the reception where it seemed no one even noticed the two of you had left.

After tossing the napkins into the nearest trash can, the both of you went to the bathroom to clean up any remaining mess before returning to the crowds. Plopping down at your table, the two of you gulped down multiple cups of water and started digging into the refreshments. Atsumu had consumed at least 3 onigiri and 2 little bowls of miso soup on his own before Osamu plopped down next to him, looking weathered from the dancing.

“Where have you two been? I lost track of ya like half an hour ago.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you focused on your bowl of miso soup, stirring the broth around with your spoon. Atsumu seemed to be much less embarrassed, chest puffing up in pride as he finished off his next onigiri. Osamu raised an eyebrow and studied the two of you before looking at Atsumu’s neck, where a very obvious hickey was starting to bloom and groaned in disgust.

“Jesus, y'all are nasty. Where the hell did ya find a place to jump each other’s bones around here, huh? Out on the grass? There are kids here.”

You covered your face in embarrassment as Atsumu angrily started defending the two of you. “O’course not, jackass! Do you really think so little of me? You really think I’d do that?”

Osamu instantly agreed that he would, in fact, probably do that. Atsumu grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shook him around. “No! We did it in my car, thank you very much. And it was amazing. Have you ever done it in a car before, ‘Samu? Doubt it! No chick will ever want to go down on you if you keep cruising around in that beater of yours!”

The twins really started getting at it now, yelling at each other and rolling around on the ground, trying to get the last punch in. You tried to avert your eyes and pretend you didn’t know them. Kita, bless his heart, came up to separate the two who instantly fell to their knees to apologize for making a scene at his wedding.

Atsumu came to you after, pouting about his brother and sporting a busted lip. You coddled him, helping clean the blood off his chin. Osamu gagged from his place at the table, now sitting next to you instead of Atsumu so they didn’t try to fight each other again.

The rest of the night went smoothly. The dancing finally wrapped up and the send off was magical. The newlyweds ran through the line of guests who held sparklers above their heads, making for a magical exit into the night as the couple set off for their honeymoon. You had to stop Atsumu from starting Osamu’s hair on fire with his sparkler shortly after, taking both men’s sticks from them to put in a water bucket.

All of Kita’s old volleyball friends stuck around to help clean up, helping put away the tables and chairs, and taking down the decorations. By the time it was over, you were wiped and ready to go back to your hotel room to sleep until noon.

As you were loading up the last of the boxes into the trunk of your car, you felt someone come up behind you and ghost their hands over your stomach, pressing a tender kiss on the back of your neck. You smiled as you closed the trunk, reaching a hand up to slide through Atsumu’s soft hair. He buried his face in your neck and the two of you stood there for a minute, savoring the warmth of each other in the brisk darkness.

“I wrote my number down on a napkin and put it in yer purse. Call me when y’ get back to Tokyo tomorrow, ‘kay? Wanna make sure y’ get back safe and sound.”

You smiled and turned to face him, running your fingers over the tie that still hung loosely around his neck. “I will. I’ll text you when I get back to my hotel so you have my number, and you text me when you make it back to Tokyo tonight too. Need to make sure my date makes it back in one piece.”

He smiled and nodded in agreement, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

A day you thought would be full of nerves and worry, had turned into one of the best nights of your life.

If you thought Kita and Kumi’s wedding was nerve wracking, it didn’t hold a candle to your OWN wedding.

Pressed close to Osamu’s side, you waited anxiously as the wedding procession in front of you started their walk down the aisle. Since you had no living male blood relative that you wanted to walk you down the aisle, your now almost brother-in-law was immediately your first choice. He was surprised, of course, but said yes in a heartbeat. Atsumu’s twin had easily weaseled his way into your heart soon after you started dating Atsumu, as rocky and embarrassing as your first night meeting him was.

He gave you a free meal every time you visited Onigiri Miya, and charged Atsumu full price to make up the difference. He gave you the most embarrassing pictures of Atsumu in his phone to use for blackmail. He was the ring-leader in making sure everything was perfect the night Atsumu proposed to you, keeping a crowd of people at bay to make sure you and Atsumu were alone when he dropped to one knee in the middle of a large gorgeous bridge at the popular tourist site, the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden. He got yelled at in many languages that day from the angry tourists who wanted to cross the bridge, but it was well worth it. Suna, who held off the swarm of people on the other side of the bridge, would agree.

Just like you had the day of Kumi and Kita’s wedding, you were trembling and clutched Osamu’s arm desperately. He looked down at you and smiled.

“You’re ok, (Y/n). Everything is going smoothly. All you have to do today is make it down that aisle to ‘Tsumu and enjoy yourself for the rest of the night. We’ll take care of everything.”

You looked up at him with a teary smile at his words. With no siblings of your own, your relationship with Osamu meant the world to you. Standing on your tip-toes, you softly kissed his cheek. “Thanks, ‘Samu.”

It was finally your turn to walk down the aisle. With a deep breath, Osamu slowly started to lead you into the room packed with family and friends. It was a gorgeous building. High steepled ceilings, white and burnt orange flowers scattered over every surface available. Since it was mid December, an outside wedding was impossible with the cold but you couldn’t have picked a more perfect place to get married in.

The actual place itself didn’t matter though, as much as the man who waited down the aisle did. Atsumu was dressed in a gorgeous black tux that was pressed to perfection with a sleek black tie to match. His hair was styled the same way it had the day you met him, brushed casually to the side. To your surprise, Atsumu was already crying.

Seeing you walk down the aisle in your beautiful dress, on the arm of his life-long best friend broke him down immediately. You couldn’t help but tear up yourself as Osamu brought you to him. Osamu softly gave your trembling hand to Atsumu, kissed your temple, and gave Atsumu a crushing hug before taking his place at the front of the line of groomsmen. Speaking of groomsmen, you noticed many of them were also already crying.

Atsumu’s teammates were lined up next to him. Kita and Aran both had tears lining their eyes. Hinata and Bokuto, who you became fast friends with, were almost on the verge of full-on sobs. Suna wasn’t crying but had a smile on his face. Sakusa wasn’t crying either but didn’t seem as bored as he usually did.

“You look so beautiful.” Atsumu blubbered out in a whisper as he moved to take both of your hands. Your wet eyes sparkled as you took in every inch of him.

“So do you,” you teased, which made him laugh.

The rest of the ceremony both flew by and dragged on. You stumbled through your vows, trying to keep your tears at bay which proved mostly unsuccessful. Atsumu was in the same boat, barely able to make it through his own vows without choking up.

By the time Atsumu dipped you into a fierce kiss, you were sure your makeup was already ruined from your tears. Everyone cheered loudly in joy. Osamu was hooting and hollering. Hinata and Bokuto finally succumbed to their emotions, crying hysterically. You were breathless by the time Atsumu brought you back to your feet, steadying you with his hands as you smiled widely at the crowd.

Interlocking your fingers, Atsumu led you back down the aisle through the shower of white confetti just like he had the day you met him. In fact, your photographer captured the moment almost in the exact same way that Kumi and Kita’s photographer had. You loved the photos so much, they were hanging up side-by-side in your and Atsumu’s house.

In both pictures, the two of you were smiling more than you ever thought was possible, holding hands and looking at each other with such tenderness you could feel it through the photo. You didn’t really believe in love at first sight, but looking at the photos side-by-side, you realized the two of you had looked at each other that fateful day the same way you looked at each other on your wedding day.

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♡ Valentine's Special: Birds of a Feather - Jotaro x Reader

Hey everyone~ It's your slowest fic writer back with a late Valentine's fic for yall. I know I still have your requests in my inbox but I swear I'm getting into them. I think I got my adhd monkey brain to chill the fuck down. But anyways! Fic! Right here! 3taro Modern AU with no Stands! Hope you enjoy! ♡

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Today was Valentine’s… and never in his life had he been nervous around another person. More so if said person was his first significant other.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t aware of the special day when he’d been overthinking to the max the night prior. Is there a plan for this whole thing? What should I wear? Where do we go? Should I loan some extra cheesy emotions from a non-existent feelings bank? He wasn’t one to plan anything to begin with.

Jotaro may be a grumpy asshole that beats the living shit out of scumbags, but he’s not that type of asshole to do just the bare minimum for his girlfriend and not care about it. There was also the fact you were the type to put so much effort into events like this that if he were to be a shit boyfriend now, you might as well cut things off early to spare the trouble.

It was to be expected that he’d spend the occasion with you for the whole day for Valentine's and so he did his usual morning routine: Get out of bed, shower, cook a small breakfast, and then prepare for the date.

Shit. What should I wear? Jotaro furrowed his brows as he scanned his wardrobe of dark coats and jackets. Huh… maybe I should invest in some color… Damnit, why am I thinking this right now?

A ping from his phone brought him out of his thoughts. He picked the smartphone up from his nightstand and peeked at the notification. A text message from you. Immediately, he tapped the screen to read your first words of the day and reply:

“Good morning starlight~ U know what day it is~” “Morning sunshine… and yeah I know” “Whatcha planning to wear? Asking for… research purposes.” “I’m honestly not sure… something dark ig? I don’t exactly have that much vibrancy in my closet except for my white shirts.” “It’s fine! What color of dark exactly?”

Jotaro hummed and ran his hand over a few of his choices: Black. Dark brown. Dark gray. Another black. Black again. And then-

“I’m going in this dark blue jacket with a white shirt. Probably with baggy jeans and white tennis shoes.” “Alrighty then, I’ll keep that in mind~” “Why ask though?” “You’ll see.”

He huffed, a fond smile plastered on his face.

“Meet at your place right?” “Yep. At 10. Soooo, you only have 30 minutes left puppy.” “Yeah, yeah. I got the memo, Your Highness.” “See u <3” “See you”

He dropped his phone on his bed so he could get into his choice of clothes. Jotaro stepped in front of his mirror and adjusted his outfit one more time, before reaching for his hat and sling bag and heading out of his apartment.

It was only when he walked a couple of steps into the city proper that he’d be hit with the full significance of Valentine’s Day. Almost every advertisement flashed on the big screens and shops were of couples posing with each other, holding the product that was now on a special discount sale for the month of love. There were even buildings that had hearts and love-adjacent decorations hung up for the day, paired with love songs blaring from the speakers.

But the abundance of red wasn’t the highlight of his whole trip to you… it was the number of couples walking the streets, hand in hand already having a headstart to the day. Good grief, if they’re up that early then they’d probably already booked several food shops full.

He kept one hand in his pant pocket as Jotaro tipped his hat over his face as he walked past the passing crowd glancing at him for his height.

Just then, as he stepped down into the subway, the numerous stores that occupied the station were no exception to the occasion as vendors displayed shelves full of gifts and bouquets with large signs trying to convince people to buy their products, and people did.

That’s right. I should get her something. His stride slowed down as he eyed the various selections they had to offer, hyper-focused on what’s the best for you. It didn’t matter how pricey it was. He could afford it.

By the time he got off the station and back out onto the streets, Jotaro looked a bit more proud of himself as he had a large teddy bear holding a box of chocolates in his arm and a bouquet of red roses and white chrysanthemum in the other. Was it expensive? Yes. But again, he could not give a shit.

Eventually, he ends up standing in the entryway of your apartment building. He adjusted the gifts in his arms as he fished for his phone in his bag to ring your phone. The call connected.

“I’m here,” he said, starting to stand awkwardly in front of the entrance where the guard occasionally glanced at the teenager that's constantly looking up at the glass windows of the building, as if that would bring you down faster. “Where are you? You even ready?”

“How about you turn around and look for yourself?”

Jotaro did and his breath hitched at the sight of you smiling up at him, cheeky and dressed pretty in a white bow, dark blue turtleneck underneath a white woolly blouse, denim skirt, and white shoes. “O-Oh…” He ended the call.

“So? Not too bad, hm?” You gave a little twirl and he felt his lips curl into a smile. He wasn’t one to blurt his bubbling feelings out loud so all he responded was with a lighthearted grunt.

In the next minute, he realized he had presents bought for you and he cleared his throat as he offered them to you without further explanation, the warmth in his cheeks never ceasing. A big smile bloomed on your face as you took the teddy bear and bouquet off his hands. “This is lovely~ Thank you, jagi.”

Jotaro still shied away from your happy gaze and gave out another acknowledging grunt with his hands in his pockets and his face faintly fuming, but he knew you didn’t mind his bashfulness one bit as you hugged both gifts in your arms. His heart might have fluttered. Just a bit.

“Now that we’re together, do you have somewhere you want to take me to?”

Fuck. Here’s where my shit planning comes to bite me. He pressed his lips together and fought the urge to kick a nearby pebble. “I… Honestly… have no clue. Compared to you, I’m new to this place so I don’t know any hot spot to go…”

“That’s okay. I already have an itinerary for our Valentine’s Day special date,” you said nonchalantly.

At your admission, Jotaro scowled but without the irritation or the annoyance. “Then why’d you ask me?”

“To tease you,” you looked up at him with a mischievous smile. “You know I like seeing you all flustered and shy.” He flicked your forehead with a quiet grumble and in return, you playfully swatted his chest. “Yah!”

“You’re such an annoying brat.”

You smirked, rolling your eyes. “Your annoying brat, asshole. But enough chatter, let’s start the day with some lunch.” He huffed back with a curl to his lip.

Side by side, both of you headed to a quaint little cafe down the street with banners and signage befitting for the day of love. The second you two stepped inside the small establishment, a cozy warmth and aroma of coffee and pastries engulfed the young pair, gladly welcoming them inside. And much to his expectations, surrounding them were other couples indulging in their lunch.

In front of them was a short line, so you took the time to go over the menu above the cashier’s head and nudged your boyfriend what he’d like to have. By the time they reached the front, you took over the whole ordering process automatically (considering his knowledge of your language was bare bones and he’s still going over the more intermediate levels).

And he wasn’t going to lie… but he found it oddly endearing to stand there and be this tall, imposing, and intimidating guy, have his head either looking away or ducked down shyly as his shorter and pretty partner did all the talking with little to no problem.

There was an instance of him spotting one more food item in the menu he forgot to mention and so the cashier had to watch him lightly tug your blouse just to lean down and murmur you to order an additional treat. To which you did right after he said so.

Jotaro should’ve brought a face mask if he was going to blush this much at every single goddamn thing, even from the way the cashier lady remarked how adorable his scary-looking ass behaved.

But he could get past that as their order was taken and they sat at a table with a beeper, waiting. It took a couple of minutes until the device beeped and as a knee-jerk reaction, he stood up fast before you could and took the beeper with him as he walked to the counter to grab their orders.

The last thing he wanted was to feel like he was letting you do everything. However, once he picked up the tray of their orders and delivered them to your table, Jotaro furrowed his brows again as he realized that his late order wasn’t among the dishes.

“What’s wrong, jagi?” You asked as you swirled your iced americano.

He sighed and took his seat, taking his iced latte and egg drop sandwich from the tray. “It’s… It’s fine.”

“You know I can tell when you’re holding back from telling me so spill,” you huffed before biting into the thick brioche and scrambled eggs.

There was no arguing with you when it came to his stay in your home city. You always made sure to be stubborn when he showed signs of complacency, and while it can sometimes be unnecessary to go through the extra effort, he was always appreciative of your intentions. “They… uh… they forgot my tiramisu cake…”

It was your turn to furrow your brows as you scanned the receipt and took a look over. “Huh… maybe they’re still making it. How about we give it a few more minutes? You okay with that?”

He nodded and began biting down into his egg sandwich. And damn… it was delicious. Dessert grievances aside.

You started easing into the banter that both of you grew comfortable with, the playful jabs and lowkey compliments successfully distracting him from the fact he had a missed order. You always had the type of sass he liked to butt heads with. Both of you started sharing drinks, getting both bitter and sweet coffee worlds together.

Midway through their lunch, his tiramisu hadn’t arrived yet, and honestly, he couldn’t care less about it anymore. He was enjoying his sandwich and latte, and you were happy. Those were enough for him. However, you remembered it clearly and gave that little cock of your head when a discrepancy was present.

“Y/N, it’s fine really-”

But you were already up and heading to the counter with the receipt. Fortunately, you remained civil as you called the cashier lady’s attention about his missing dessert.

A few seconds later, you returned with two small plates with the delectable brown and white cake on each. You handed him one and kept the other. “I could’ve sworn I ordered one…”

“Well, I wanted sweets too. So,” you shrugged, already slicing off a piece of the treat. “I ordered an extra one for myself.”

“I had plans to share mine. You didn’t have to…”

You smiled, a faint pink blooming in your cheeks. “Now you don’t have to. You can enjoy your order in peace, good sir.” You had a forkful of cake ready to be eaten, but before you could put it in your mouth, another forkful of cake hovered in front of you.

Jotaro stared at you with a deadpan expression. “I insist. First bite at least.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately as you conceded and opened your mouth for him to feed you his tiramisu. He watched you beam with delight and smiled, proud of himself. He sliced another piece for himself but you returned the favor and did the same thing he did.

Who was he to decline?

Before meeting you, Jotaro would have scoffed at the sight and idea of a couple doing “couple” things as it would’ve been too disgustingly sweet it was unreal, but right now? With you and him enjoying and feeding each other a simple dessert with matching smiles? Perhaps this whole couple shit wasn’t all that bad…

Both of you had your fill and exited the cafe to head to your next location. You lead the way with a small pep to your step and voice, your hand intertwined with his in his pocket. You still hugged the bear in your other arm while he had the task of carrying your bouquet in his arm.

Outside with you like this, under the bright sky and chilly breeze… it was nice and the slight PDA wasn’t out of place at all. It was right. It was natural just like how he’d seen other pairs walk about earlier this morning.

En route to your destination, you walked through a park with groups of all types wandering about: Couples, families, friend groups, the elderly, people with pets, etc. Down the path, there were one to two food trucks serving snacks, and in another were booths selling gifts and trinkets.

You paused to take a look, and the lady behind the stall kindly welcomed their presence, immediately complimenting them as a lovely young couple. In her booth, she sold tiny “chibi-fied” animal plushies in the form of keychains. You fixed your gaze at a grumpy little black wolf and a mischievous little ragdoll cat staring at you with their beady eyes.

At the end of the exchange, you dangled both keychains in your hand, smiling at the two plush animals bumping into each other as you walked through the park with him still by your side, watching intently. “Aren’t they cute?”

Jotaro hummed, staring at the keychains with you. You paused and turned to him, handing him the wolf plush. “Here you go, my grouchy puppy.”

“I’m not that grouchy…” He scowled, resisting the urge to pout as he takes the keychain plush into his hand. He narrowed his eyes at the soft toy canine, unknowingly mirroring its expression. He raised it next to his head and grumbled. “Do I really look this grumpy?”

You looked at both of them and laughed softly behind your hand. “You want me to take it off your hand, hm?” You reached up, faking an attempt to get the wolf keychain. “Give it over then-”

“Don’t!” He yanked his hand away from your grabby hand and held it close to his chest. He grumbled out the next words with heated cheeks. “No returns… it’s mine now.”

You smirked. “Grumpy puppy.” To that, he glared at you lightheartedly, his fingers petting the plush’s fake fur.

Further down your trek, after a couple more banter, your cat plush ended up dangling from your shoulder bag’s handle while his wolf plush dangled from his sling bag.

Just as you headed to the exit, you spotted a couple exiting a photo booth nearby, laughing to themselves as they look at the 4 strips in their hands. Jotaro followed your gaze and exhaled deeply, knowing your love of getting photographs. He wasn’t that interested in pictorials, but it made you happy, so why not make an exception?

You didn’t have to do much convincing when he already nodded before you could say anything. You pulled him with you as you hurried over to slip through the curtain with your boyfriend before anyone else could enter. Both of you took a seat in front of the pastel background.

8 poses. 4 each for the 2 sets of photos. He watched you tapped the preferred settings and peeped at you wanting 2 copies, knowing well that despite his lack of interest of having his photo taken, he liked keeping mementos of loved ones. The machine notified them to get ready.

You instructed him on what poses they should do for the first batch of photos. Both of you smiled as you did a couple of peace signs, did a “cool” pose with finger guns, gave each other finger horns or bunny ears (he didn’t know exactly which but who cares) behind each other’s heads, and pressed your cheeks together for the last one of the set.

For the second batch, he suggested to do a bunch of heart poses for the camera and you agreed to it. By the time the booth told them to pose, you and Jotaro looked into the camera ready. You had your usual smile on, your hand forming one half of a heart on her cheek. He copied you and formed the other half on his cheek. Then a snap.

When the timer for the second shot count down, you wanted to do a finger heart next, but Jotaro glanced at you and in perfect timing, he kissed your cheek just as the camera snapped the picture. You widened your eyes at his sudden gesture and in return, he smirked at you.

By the time the timer reset, you threw your arms around his neck and caught him off guard with a kiss to his lips. And then another snap of the camera. You couldn’t care enough to coordinate another pose as both of you smiled in the middle of the mutual kiss, his hand resting behind your head as the camera took the final snap.

They got out that booth, smiles still plastered over their faces as the photo strips are printed out for both of them.

As the afternoon flew by, the couple found themselves in an indoor amusement park to spend the remaining time basking in a variety of rides, carnival games with their prizes, several snacking sessions, matching headbands, and ending their experience there on the ice rink, skating around the surface side by side or with one of you ahead of the other.

Jotaro might have slipped and tumbled from time to time, but you were there to help him up albeit with a tease and a chuckle. One time, he decided to return the favor and yank you with him as he lost balance again, but making sure he caught you as you fell on him after the tumble.

You glared at him with faux annoyance but with a quick boop to your nose, you burst into a fit of giggles and he chuckled after you.

Night took over the skies and for the last hours of Valentine’s, you took him down one last stroll down by the city’s flowing stream, the lights shining warmly from the walls in contrast to the bright red and pink lighting of the temporary Valentine’s Day statues in the middle of the stream.

By now, he had to admit, he was exhausted, and judging from the way you kept leaning onto him with a slight drag to your steps, you were too. But neither wanted to part from each other just yet.

And so the two of you sat on one of the benches, the many presents and prizes from the theme park resting beside you. Both of you stayed in comfortable silence as you watched people pass by to admire and visit the urban body of water in the peace of night.

Jotaro took a deep breath in and out, relaxing fully with his head resting atop yours that rested on his shoulder. “How was it?”

“Hm?” You hummed in question.

“Our date for today… how was it? Was it good?” He said. “Or were you expecting something else to do…?”

He glanced down at you, and he found you already staring up at him with a content smile on your face. “It’s perfect. Today was so much fun~ We got to do so much, and I couldn’t ask for more.”

At that, he smiled, his heart lighter and fluttering from the fact that he wasn’t a shit boyfriend after all and that despite his lack of relationship experience, he made you happy just by being the way he was, doing his best. “I’m… I’m glad.”

“Is it bad that I’m already wanting to go on another date with you as soon as tomorrow?”

He scoffed. “Oi. At that rate, you’d grow tired of me.”

“With how reserved you can be? I doubt that,” you chuckled. “You always surprise me in some way shape or form.”

Jotaro huffed. “We’ll see about that.” He looked at you again and just for the fun of it, he leaned down to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead. “But… you know I’ve grown used to you. Hanging out together might not be such a bad thing.”

You returned the gesture as you kissed his nose. “Is that yes then?”

“Don’t get cocky, you little shit.”

“… So a yes?”

He scoffed with a smile. Good grief. “Yeah.”

#i might have sped up the ending just a lil bit oops #but still... they're so fcking cute omg #jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jotaro kujo

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